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I appreciate all the feedback that I’ve been getting from everyone, and as always, I always love to get more. Feel free to message me personally if you ever have questions or anything you’d like to see if you don’t want to comment publicly. Hope you enjoy. -- Part 9: Closing Time “Fuck yeah, take that cock deep in your guts,” Kyle said, watching as the large cock slammed away at my hole. I grinned, taking an extra deep puff on the smoldering red in my mouth, and began clenching my hole down as I nose-jetted the smoke out. “Shit yeah dude,” the guy behind the wall said, slamming my hole extra hard in appreciation, “Grip down on my cock with your juicy hole!” With a nod at me, Kyle knelt down next to the hole and watched the anonymous cock pound away as we both smoked. I looked down and enjoyed the scene as well as Kyle took a deep inhale on the red in his mouth and took it out of his mouth before starting to suck on my cock. I moaned as his hot, smoky mouth surrounded my cum-slicked dick and he sucked hard. “Oh fuck,” the man behind the wall yelled out, as my ass involuntarily got tighter as I fought the urge to keep from cumming in Kyle’s warm wet mouth. “Ugh…. stop Kyle…. gonna cum if you keep that up!” I whispered, puffing hard on my red to try and keep focused and calm down my building orgasm. Pulling off, he growled at me and roughly grabbed my balls. I instinctively yelped at the shock and pain. It worked, however, and my orgasm disappeared. This though also caused my ass to tighten again. “Fuck, can’t hold it in anymore!” the guy yelled, his strokes suddenly becoming erratic, “Gonna shoot up your hole man! My dicks gonna add to the soup cooking in there. Here it comes fucker! Gaaaaahhh…. fuuuuuuu…” With that, he suddenly slammed into my hole and stayed still. I felt his cock start to pump into my ass, jerking hard and moving around with every shot. After a few moments, he finally finished and Kyle pulled me off the cock and turned me around. “Clean him up bitch,” Kyle said, stroking his cock and puffing away at the cigarette in his mouth, “Show him your appreciation for the kind gift of his load.” I nodded and started to suck the cock clean, enjoying the taste of all the loads and my ass on the guy’s meat. I gently nursed at the large piece and as I finally got it deep in my throat I could see the small tattoo on the base of his pelvis. It was a symbol I must have seen at least a thousand times every day at work, warning me of the dangers that lie inside. And now, I was face to face with the symbol, prominently attached to the guy who had just dumped what felt like a huge load in my hole. I jumped back just slightly, even though I had definitely taken poz cum earlier that night. Knowingly taking it after the fact though added to my surprise, and after my mind processed it, I moaned somewhat in pleasure and fear. “Fuck yeah man,” Kyle said, slowly positioning my ass to another waiting cock at the opposite hole, “you add a nice buggy load to my friend’s neg hole?” “Shit yeah! My cobra only spits venom! Wait…. Fuck, that you Kyle?” the muffled voice said, pulling out of my mouth and shaking the cock at my face, hitting it with a few stray drops of semen-laced spit before stepping back. “Yeah man!” he said, as he shoved my ass down, making me gasp. Looking around I realized my cigarette was now out and to the butt. Kyle grabbed it and threw it to the ground. Next, he pulled a fresh one from the pack and placed it between my lips and lit me. I instinctively inhaled deeply several times, hungry and happy to be smoking again as Kyle and the mystery guy continued to talk. “Fucking nice hole you found there. He’s neg, huh?” the guy asked, as he pulled his pants up. “Yeah, cute fucker just started coming here last night. Practically a virgin from what his hole felt like when I used it,” he replied, looking at me expectantly. I gave a nod in agreement, half listening as the cock in my ass slowly pumped inside me, “Let me plant a hot load deep inside him and the fucker even stole my gar so he could blow his load. Nice tight hole, right?” “Hell yeah. Though with all those loads up there, that juicy ass is gonna poz up in no time!” the guy said, and suddenly I was face to face with a younger looking Asian guy with a goatee and a heavy 5 o’clock shadow, “Let me taste my cum in your mouth buddy?” Pulling my red out of my mouth, Kyle pushed my head forward and I immediately found myself with the guy’s tongue probing at my mouth. I opened up and could taste cigar smoke and whiskey on his breath. The taste made me take his tongue deeper, allowing it to probe deep inside. We proceeded to make out for a few minutes as the man in my ass let out a loud grunt and unloaded in my ass. He must have pulled out and left, due to the slamming his door in the room. Kyle slowly pulled my ass away from the hole, filling it with his fingers. Finally, after a minute or two, another cock must have stepped up to play, and Kyle removed his fingers and shoved me back down to take another load. The guy stopped kissing as I let out a moan from the stretching of my ass to accommodate the bigger dick. “Fuck! Nothing better than tasting my poz cum in a neg guy’s sweet mouth. Damn, you were right Kyle, the kid is sexy as fuck and a great kisser, and sounds like a born bottom breeder,” he said, as I felt Kyle play with my balls, pulling them down and back, making me ride the cock harder. The guy then looked me in the face and continued, “Guessing a cute fucker like you is likely a non-smoking little preppy boy, right? Kyle helping you become the pig you always wanted to be?” With a laugh, Kyle answered for me. “Nah man, I wish,” he said, releasing my balls as I heard the click of a lighter, “This pig already was on his way. Just helping him out tonight on getting there quicker!” “Hot damn!” the guy said, reaching down and grabbing my jaw before running his thumb across my lips. He gave me a hungry look before he stuck the tip of his thumb in my mouth. “Cute innocent face and fuckable lips…” I felt the tell-tale sign of yet another load getting dumped in my ass. I opened my mouth involuntarily, moaning as the cock slammed harder and shot another load. “I’m Ren. Get my number from Kyle. I want to play with you again,” he said softly before finally releasing my face. With a light slap on my left cheek, he turned away and walking out of the room. I pulled my face away and looked at Kyle, who was stroking his cock, the wicked looking PA gleaming at me as if it were evil and sentient. “Ren want’s you to have his number?” Kyle guessed, blowing his smoke in my face. I took a deep breath in. In the back of my mind, I realized I enjoying it, savoring the nasty smoke where I would have hated it and gotten angry at the act in the past. “Yeah, you got it?” I asked, wincing as the cock pulled out, and the anonymous fuck left without a word. “Definitely. He’s one twisted kinky fucker. Also my tattoo and piercing artist. Works at a place I go to a few blocks over,” he explained, walking slowly over and rubbing his hard dick against my lips, “Might have to get you over there sometime.” “Definitely, “ I said as I nodded and opened my mouth and slowly started to suck on his cock. “Fuck yeah man, suck on my monster,” he said, as another cock presented itself to my ass. I swallowed hard and felt the metal in his cock head hit the back of my throat as the next guy to fuck me slid inside. “Wet as fuck. Nasty little slut,” the guy at my hole said out loud before slamming away at my ass. “Hey fucker,” Kyle said, slowly starting to pull out of my mouth. “Mmmmmph?” I replied, clamping down on his dick in reply. “Seriously dude…” he continued, smiling down at me and blowing another cloud of smoke at me before continuing, “Stop… Gotta go take a piss.” I started to release when my mind went back to the text messages from earlier in the evening. I pulled off his dick and looked up at him. Reaching down, I grabbed the bottle of poppers and took several deep hits before setting it down. “Feed me it,” I whispered, licking my mouth almost surprising myself as the words left my lips. “Shit, seriously?” he said, clearly shocked. “Might as well try it and see if I like it,” I replied grabbing the red from his hand and sucking in a lungful of smoke, “Give me that fucking prick and fill my stomach full of your hot piss. “Damn… you really are a fucking pig, bro,” he said, and stepped up closer, letting his dick get closer to my mouth, “Love pissing into a human urinal!” Slowly he inhaled on his red and nodded at me, instructing me to do the same. Satisfied I have a big enough lungful, he pulled it out and stuck it in his mouth next to his. Slowly, he pulled my jaw open and gently inserted his dickhead into my waiting mouth. I clamped gently down and waited for a few minutes, enjoying the rough fuck from the top in my ass, who was spewing nasty words out about my hole. “Fucking nasty little bug chaser. Getting his hole filled with any cock that will take it. Probably already a stupid fucking poz cumdump…” the man yelled, announcing to the world my debauchery. “Hear that man?” Kyle asked, his voice sounding strained, “You’re getting even more advertising. Gonna have you service every guy here tonight, and when they’re done, Benny and I are gonna leave our loads in you too. Having Benny use the money he owes me to get you an extra special gift to commemorate your night here.” Suddenly, I felt a hot gush of warm salty liquid fill my mouth. The liquid quickly filled my mouth, and after a second of hesitation, I gulped down the hot piss.The taste was different than I expected. Kyle let out a sigh and I continued to gulp, enjoying the feeling of the hot liquid filling my stomach. After a while, his cock slowly dribbled to a stop and he pulled his now throbbing member out of my mouth. I suck as he pulled out, freeing the last few drops of piss from around the large PA lodged in the pisshole. Staring up, I looked at Kyle, who was staring down at me in happy awe. “Fucking nice man!” he said, grabbing my chin and moving my head around, my body jolting occasionally in response to the hard slams in my hole from the verbal guy deep inside it, “Not a drop wasted. You’re a natural piss toilet. I love it. Next one is getting showered all over you though.” Suddenly, the pace in my hole picked up suddenly, and I heard the guy in my ass yell out. “Fuck! Knocking your stupid ass up with my babies, bitch! Take it! TAKE IT!” he said, slamming my hole hard enough to make the wall shake. After a few moments, he pulled out, and Kyle spun me around. “Thank the nice man and help him get cleaned up to leave, slut,” he growled, shoving my face into the hole. I immediately looked through and opened my mouth. A large, uncut cock was quickly shoved roughly into my mouth, a large scorpion going down the shaft. I felt Kyle shove my hole onto yet another cock, and I winced, feeling the smoke and poppers starting to wear off. Satisfied he was clean, the top pulled his cock out of my mouth and smacked my face as hard as he could. “Stupid fucking faggot,” the guy said and walked out without another word. “Fu… Ow!” I said, pulling my face back and rubbing it. Kyle nose-jetted down at me with a questioning look. “Asshole slapped my face really hard. And my hole is getting tired,” I groused, grabbing the bottle of poppers. “Sorry about that,” Kyle replied, kneeling beside me and grabbing two fresh reds and sticking them both in my mouth as I took several deep hits off the bottle. Soon enough, my ass started to enjoy the pounding it was receiving and I closed the bottle. Kyle lit the two cigarettes, and I took a deep inhale. “Fuck, that’s better,” I sighed, enjoying the extra thick smoke pouring out of my mouth, “Going straight to my cock.” “Nice, dude,” he said, lighting two from his pack as well, “Love fucking my lungs with a double. Figured you would too. Gonna try an’ get a whole pack inside you by the end of tonight.” “Holy shit yes,” I said, enjoying the smoke as I hauled away, happy to have the smoke and poppers fucking me up again. “Gonna have you so full of buggy little swimmers you’ll be shitting cock slime for the whole week fucker,” he continued, looking beneath me at my asshole, smiling as the guy in my ass came silently and pulled out, a second cock instantly now fucking it, “Nice, two for one. Maybe they have different strains.” “Fuck yeah, my ass is full of all sorts of bugs tonight,” I said, zoned out on the poppers and smoke, letting my cock and balls do the talking, “Gonna really get knocked up like the slut I am tonight.” “Yeah buddy, can’t wait 'til you get turned toxic and get your poz badge!” he agreed, licking at the loads dripping from me off my now aching balls, “You want to bug up? Get the gift?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, realizing that the people in the next room could likely hear our dark conversation. The cock in my hole twitched hard at my reply, and its pace quickened, “Can’t wait until my ass gets fully converted and I get my gift.” “Gonna need to get you a tatt then,” he said smoke pouring out of him as he gave my dick a few strokes. My ass clenched at his stroking, and the cock in my ass blew its load, its owner groaning behind the wall. “Fuckin’ awesome man, milk that tainted cock,” Kyle said, our dirty talk making both of us smoke down our reds to the filter in what felt like record time. We both removed the spent butts. Kyle reached for our packs as he planted a deep kiss on my lips, his fingers expertly pulling out our smokes as his smoky tongue intertwined with mine. Pulling back, he spit into my mouth and then dove back in. I sucked on his tongue, somewhat unsurprised to find a piercing there as well. We released and Kyle stuck my two reds on my lips as he did the same with his. With a quick flick of the lighter, Kyle lit us both up and we continued to smoke. Another cock was shoved in my ass as Kyle continued to talk. “Fuck yeah, haul on that double. Gonna feed you the whole pack before you leave tonight. Got to admit, was surprised you actually agreed to let me whore you out tonight and try get your ass knocked up,” Kyle said, grinning and stroking his cock, “Fuckin’ love it though. Also, love watching you take so quickly to the reds. Think you’ll fuck your lungs with them again, man?” “Yeah,” I grunted, nose jetting the smoke and sliding my ass back against cock, enjoying the slick, loose feeling in my hole, “Definitely prefer cigars, but these are great too, especially two at a time.” We both sat in silence as we smoked and I was fucked, Kyle stroking his cock next to my face. Another cock appeared in front of me when suddenly Kyle pushed me out of the way. He stroked it a few times, and then wiped his hand across my soaking wet balls, collecting the multiple loads dripping out of my wrecked ass. He grinned at me as he smeared some of the jizz on the cock, and then on his asshole. “Watching you take all those toxic loads making my ass hungry too,” he groaned, quickly sinking down on the glistening cock, “Wanna make out and swap smoke for a while as we take all these loads, bro?” I nodded and for the following hour or so we did just that. I quickly lost count of the number of guys who dumped a load in my ass, instead just enjoying the feeling of my ass loosening up into a dripping cum dump and sharing the smoke with Kyle. We smoked the packs of reds down quickly, my lungs burning and my head swimming at the massive amount I inhaled. Both of us eventually found out holes empty, and Kyle and I stood up, making out and stroking each other, our cocks both dripping. A knock interrupted us followed by the sound of a set of keys at the door. Slowly the door opened and Benny, the blue-haired twink walked in. Promptly, he pulled his pants down and revealed a massive, cut cock. I was frankly shocked, as I would never have guessed he was packing such a large cock on such a small body. He walked up and shoved at my upper back, bending me over as he took my ass without a word. He made quick work, not making a sound as he slammed away at my hole until he released his load and whispered into my ear. “Take my unmedicated high viral load bitch,” he said and licked my neck before pulling out his cock and grabbing his pants, pulling them back up and tossing a set of keys at Kyle. “Hey, fucker, what’s these for?” he said, catching them with ease before stepping up to my ass and shoving his cock in as well, “And where’s the thing?” “Gonna take a few days to get it. You’ll live,” he said, his voice sounding bored, letting out a loud yawn, “I gotta go. Everyone else is gone and it’s all pretty much locked up. Let yourself out.” With those parting words, Benny walked out and left me alone with Kyle. “So,” he said, "didn’t get to give you your gift for helping me prove my point to Mr. Queen there. But maybe I can give you another in its place…” Kyle slammed his metal filled cock up my ass and proceeded to fuck me hard, having us both light up as he did. I looked into my pack, and to my surprise found only 1 red left. “Gonna be an incentive for you to get your own,” he said, looking over my shoulder as he puffed away, “…fuck, getting close already.” I clenched my hole down, trying to milk his cock and help him along when he continued talking, his voice strained. “So, fucker…” he said, slamming my ass as hard as he could, his PA rubbing around in my hole and abusing it, “Remember when I told you I got tested the other day?” I nodded, unable to say anything due to the solid reaming I was receiving. “Never did tell you the actual result,” he continued, wrapping his hands around my neck and squeezing slightly, changing his angle and making me harder, “… didn’t stop your ass for milking me dry though. Also bet you’re wondering how I knew you’re a doctor and won that bet with little Princess Betty.” Again, I nodded. I had vaguely wondered how Kyle had known this. “Was at your hospital the other day, and saw your sexy ass in the cafeteria talking to all your doctor friends. Had my first appointment with my infectious disease doc,” he said, his pace picking up somehow even faster, “Fuck yeah, knew when I saw you that if I ever saw you again, I’d find a way to fuck your sweet hole. Shiiiiit… I got to stealth your sweet hole last night. Now I’m gonna shoot my fucking toxic poz load inside you again slut.” And with that, Kyle slammed into my ass and held still, letting out a loud growl as his cock throbbed, shooting what felt like a huge load deep inside me. It was powerful, forcing out some of the other loads in the process as my ass ran out of space for all the cum inside of me. Part of me was shocked, as with the way Kyle had told me his status the night before, he almost sounded like he was negative. But thinking back to his exact words again, I realized he was right, and never actually gave me a full answer. Slowly, he reached around me and grabbed the now cold and unforgotten butt plug that had been in my ass hours earlier. He quickly pulled himself out and shoved it in, eliciting a gasp from me as the cold plug seated itself deep inside me and my hole slammed shut at the cold intrusion. “Fuck yeah, grab that plug with your stretched out ass lips. You know you want those loads to stay inside where they belong.” Kyle then grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face to his crotch. “Suck me clean so we can go, pig.” I sucked him clean, slowly savouring the taste of all the different cum loads coating his dick. His tasted great, with an extra smoky taste to it. I realized I likely had something to my theory of smoker’s cum tasting different. After a few minutes, and coaxing a bit more of Kyle’s cum out of his cock as it deflated, I stood up, getting ready to jack off. “No way fucker, save that for tomorrow when you remove that plug,” he said, smacking my hand away, “Let those loads marinate inside your ass and then jack off in the morning. Give that virus a chance to knock you up.” We both dressed in silence, my ass feeling delightfully full again with the multitudes of cum sloshing inside my hole around the plug. I pocketed the box of reds, now empty save for one lone cigarette. We climbed the stairs in silence, and I stood back and rubbed my still hard and aching cock and cum-swollen balls, watching Kyle open the door before letting us out. He grabbed another cigarette and lit it quickly before handing it to me to share. I took a deep puff and handed the red back. “Well, I’m off to home. We gotta do this again soon. Next time though, I expect you to bring your own smokes,” he said, a wicked grin on his face as I slowly nose-jetted the smoke. “Who says I’ll be back?” I asked, jokingly getting an attitude as he started to walk away. “Dude, pig like you will be here every night I bet,” he said loudly, “Besides, got to work your ass up to being ready for the bathhouse somehow.” I secretly was glad the street was empty, as his words echoed off the different storefronts. “Sounds like a plan then…” I said, turning away and starting the short walk to my apartment building next door, “Don’t forget to send me that Ren guy’s number?” “Will do. But only if you send me a pic of your ass tomorrow after you take the plug out. See ya soon!” he called back, waving to me as I left. I waved back, knowing the action was pointless since he couldn’t see me. Slowly, I walked in the front door, looking at the security guard at the desk. I was silent, seeing that he was clearly asleep, his legs on the desk and hat on his face. Looking at him, I glanced at the clock behind him and quickly realized the time. 3:45am. Holy shit, I thought to myself, as I called the elevator, which quickly opened with a soft clank, did I seriously spend almost 6 hours at a glory hole?! I grinned at the realization, catching my reflection in the now closed doors. I looked… well… well-fucked was the first thing that came to mind. My hair was tousled, and I had what looked like a small bit of cum coating my bottom lip. I instinctively licked it. Yep… cum. The doors quickly opened, and I walked out, quickly unlocking the door to my apartment and stepping in. A slightly hazy cloud of cigar smoke still hung slightly in the air from the nights earlier festivities. I took in a deep breath and inhaled deep through my nose, now enjoying the smell. I quickly made my way to the bathroom and removed the cock ring from my member before taking a quick piss. The relief was instant, as I felt my dick slowly deflated and I unleashed a full bladder. My eyes felt heavy as I relieved myself. The night quickly was catching up to me, as I felt the tiredness suddenly hit me like a brick wall. Yawning, I undressed, and pulled back the covers, climbing into bed. In almost no time at all, I quickly drifted off to sleep, with ass plug deep inside me as the countless loads inside my ass stayed trapped. Kept warm inside me, allowing them to get absorbed.

I was on a business trip in Pennsylvania and was surprised to find there was a video arcade within 20 miles that had glory holes and heavily a M4M clientele. I like to tell myself I'm not a BB whore (although I am), so I slipped a couple of rubbers, a bottle of poppers, and lube into my pocket and made the trip to the arcade. Although I found the place without difficulty, there was no actual signage, so the building looked to be abandoned. I approached the door, range the bell, and was buzzed inside where I paid the $12 admission fee and passed through the turnstile. Inside I found a few hallways, all of which were very dark, each hallway being lined with individual video booths. There were also a couple video rooms with rows of seats, and a few rooms at the back with benches. I could smell the stale cum and antiseptic cleaner everywhere. This place was seriously seedy. There were about ten guys hanging around, a mix of body types, though all looking eager. I finally checked-out an booth which, I saw, contained two glory holes, one cut into each of two opposing walls. Taking a seat, I pulled-out my dick and began slowly stroking myself to the porn on the screen. Before long a player arrived at each of the two adjoining booths. Dropping to my knees, I rested my fingers on the rim of each glory hole and was quickly rewarded on one side with a nice thick cock to suck. Getting into it, and sensing the guy in front of me was enjoying himself, I pulled off my shirt and pushed my jeans down to my calves, pulling a bottle of poppers out of my pocket. I took a hit, inhaling the scent of sex and acetone, and felt the welcome warmth pass through my body. My ass also wanted some attention. As I worked the cock in my mouth, I became aware a hand was reaching through the other hole, so I slid back far enough the guy could play with the tight muscles of my ass. I was bent over so I could keep my eye on the cock I'd been working in my mouth. He withdrew from the glory hole to see what was happening, and heard me take a whiff of poppers. That cock was beautiful. The hand behind me started fingering my hole, poking a bit roughly with too little spit. In front of me, I saw the guy applying lube to his cock. Immediately I felt a rush thinking he would take me raw. I turned around and presented my ass to the glory hole, kicking off my flip-flops and one pant leg so I could position more easily. I inhaled poppers again, and almost immediately the head of that beautiful cock was rubbing against my arse, seeking the hole. I pressed back against the wall and moved my ass a bit. His cock slid in nice and smooth. "Fuuuuuuck yeaaaah," I moaned. He held inside me a moment, and then the fuck started. He was obviously playing for a long game, working me open with his cock, which got wider at the base, and setting a rhythm to his thrusts. I moaned and grunted, stroking my own hardon, vocalizing my satisfaction. I was standing naked in a dark video booth with my ass pressed against the wall and some anon cock boring into me. After a few minutes, the cock slid out of my ass. I waited anxiously, but heard the door to his room open. I stepped away from the glory hole, getting ready to present my ass the other direction. Then the door to my booth opened and in stepped a lean, handsome guy in his early 50's. I recognized the shirt tails I'd seen through the glory hole. He didn't say a word, but pulled his hard-on out and turned me around. I inhaled deeply from the bottle of poppers as he pressed my upper body into a corner by the video screen, my bare skin rubbing against that filthy wall, and my feet sticking to the floor. He slid his cock right back into my hole, and started fucking more vigorously than before. His hands held my shoulders for leverage as he propelled all seven inches inside my hole. I could distinctly feel his balls slapping against my cheeks, which left me even more excited. Pounding my hole for a good five minutes or more, we were both caught up in the pleasure. At once his rhythm changed, becoming more deliberate with each thrust. His grip on my shoulders tightened and he began grunting softly. The guy had decided to seed me, and I had no say in the matter. He stayed in my arse only a moment before withdrawing. He stuffed his spent hard-on into his pants, the lining bulging, gave a quick "Thanks" as he opened the door and slipped out into the dark hallway. I stood there panting in a poppers fog, my ass freshly bred, in a filthy little booth with my clothes strewn on the floor.

I never realized how much I'm turned on by 'slutty bottoms' in the flesh. It's becoming a major fetish! One of my buddies is a sex-party star, who travels with a bag full of all kinds of kinky gear and harnesses. I think that is why he gets us in for free! He knows the regulars, me not a single person. When we first went to a sex-party he rigged me up like a slut too. I'm basically a novice, a late-comer to the poz-friendly bareback scene, still tingling with childish excitement in a toxic-tempting candy-shop. It still feels a bit awkward, him making me more 'MARKETABLE': first him taking my fetching but too 'tame' skivvies off and replacing it with a snappy leather jock-strap! He is taking his time, while I'm buck-naked in what seems like a well-lit bar full of strangers. Being dressed up like a show-horse for 'market day'. CUSTOMERS are looking! Must be tops! Then he puts a harness on me! He wants me to be a bottom too!!! Now I get it! My ass has 'no protection'. I feel the chill!!! My slut-friend is laughing as a dude walks by slapping my ass! He smirks, knowing that the whole object of the ritual is to submit and prep ' w-horses' for breeding! I feel like a pig with lip-stick and a pink bow to entice some country-fucker to flop his rugged cock out and make me 'squeal like a pig' for the amusement of the spectators... Sure there will be a hot 'stallion' in there somewhere but for the most part the bareback sex-party protocol is 'no loads refused'! At least I'm hanging with the 'pros' who casually pass on the 'safe' fuckers who want to use a rubber... And you just know pent-up testosterone is flowing as you are with the sluttiest penata bottom-boy ready to hit the mattresses in the play-room. My buddy keeps is naturally smooth all over and very lean and gets the most loads that way! As I'm still getting comfy, he already takes the first cock right in front of me: from a guy I wouldn't have noticed. Where he come from? The dude slips his cock in my buddy's ass, he ruts and bucks his hole without a word said, busts a nut, then disappears. And another dude steps up. I guess he nuts too, but really quick and I'm getting excited as all hell... my cum-dripping buddy proudly shows his ass to me! All wet and gaping! WOW!!! I finger the cock-hungry gape, all amazed and then catch myself drawn to the slutty hole like a bee to honey! MAN-HONEY! ANON DNA that has smells fertile and masculine! Damn, he is one slick cum-dumpster! TOTAL STRANGERS bred him! He is just getting warmed up! I'm drawn to the new-found sluttiness, munching down on his gaping fuck-hole like a truffle-hog in the forest! Then my buddy impales himself on my cock! Lubed by random strangers! What a rush! And for my NEXT TRICK I want a cum-dumpster with lots of loads dripping to finger himself and use the anon jizz from his cunt dispenser to lube his dick and have me feel the rush of sketchy, anon DNA, freshly jizzed by random, raw-riding meat-market shoppers!

CHAPTER THREE I didn’t hear from him again for weeks. The first week I spent lots of time fantasizing about getting my hands on him again, hopefully taking things to another level. The second week I didn’t think about him as much, and by the third week he rarely popped into my mind. Just when I was ready to move on, that’s when he decided to re-appear. It was just past the third week when I received this text from him: Need to drain my balls. Where are you? I did happen to be at home so I figured if he really wanted his balls drained, I guess he should come here. It’s probably better than him risking a public meeting place. So I replied: My place. Want to stop by? Address?? I sent him the address and rushed to get cleaned up. I douched even though I wasn’t sure if he would ever go that far, but better to be prepared. He arrived twenty minutes later. It was mid-afternoon, and he was quite dirty, so I figured he was either on a break or taking off from work early. Either way -lucky me! Just like when he entered my booth at the book store, he entered my apartment silently. I led him through to the living room, figuring it was a good spot to start, not as daunting to a straight guy as the bedroom might be. Remember, I was going to the long con, and if I could get him slowly more comfortable with being with another guy, eventually I knew that I could get him to breed me. Corrupting this straight, straight-laced man was becoming my latest obsession. Despite his filthy clothes, I let him sit on the sofa. I didn’t care at that point. Nothing else mattered but serving this stud. He was looking around at my stuff as he plopped down onto the cushions, his gorgeous legs spread wide and inviting. His crotch bulged obscenely, in that way that I think every man should look in a pair of nice fitting jeans. Just mouth watering. Literally. I was licking my lips to keep from drooling. Maybe it had been too long, but he was looking better to me than before. He was a little different this time. He seemed more relaxed and I figured that with the absence of other men around, he had less chance of being found out. It was just the two of us. He just leaned back into the sofa, his arms stretched out to his sides resting on the top of the cushions, emphasizing his terrific chest and biceps. And he hadn’t opened his jeans for me, which means that I get the privilege of putting my hands on him. Yippee! Crawling between his legs, I tentatively touched a hand on each of his thick thighs and, getting no slap or other negative reaction, I gently let them brush their way up, taunting him until I reached his massive bulge. As handsome as this man is, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his big bulge. His cock had seemed average-ish before, but this bulge was telling me something different. “You missed my fuckin’ dick, didn’t you, pig?” he leered. “Yes, I fucking have been,” I breathed. "It looks bigger than I remember,” I added, still not moving my eyes from his crotch. “Haven’t been able to blow a load for a couple of weeks,” he growled, shaking his head in a way that told me he was pissed about something. “Well, lucky for both of us that I enjoy helping you out with that,” I said, finally glancing up to smile at him, and I noticed that his face visibly relaxed. It was as if I had just lightened his load -well, I was about to, but I mean metaphorically. Something was bothering him and I was taking his mind off of his troubles. Not about to waste any more time, I opened his pants and freed his throbbing cock. It did seem bigger than before, but it was steel hard, so I guess he really was overdue and extra horny. Drops of precum were quickly oozing from his piss slit, evidently it had already made a small puddle in his underwear that I hoped to get to lick clean before he left. I licked away the precum from his head as fast as it formed, and then just dove down on him. I wanted to make him feel good, forget about all of his troubles, and put a little seed in his brain. A thought that would grow, one in which he would equate pleasure, release and satisfaction with me. A loud growl ripped from within his chest as I took him as deep in my throat as I ever had. My need to please this man was stronger than ever knowing that he was upset about something. It just didn’t seem right that a man so beautiful should ever look sad. I knew that this first load was not going to take long, but I hoped that he was horny enough to go two rounds today. Sure enough, within a matter of minutes he was thrusting his hips up to meet my face, growling softly, and finally blasting hot delicious cum into my mouth. I savored every drop before swallowing and sitting back onto my heels. He rested his head back, staring at the ceiling as he puffed out loud breaths that turned into soft chuckling. When he lifted his head back up and looked down at me he was looking much happier and satisfied. “Damn, I needed that, pig. You suck good dick. Better than my bitch wife,” he grumbled, his sour demeanor returning. I wasn’t sure just how much he wanted me to know about his life, so I didn’t bother trying to pry into his marital problems. I just smiled at him and said, “Look around. There’s nobody here but you and me.” A look of relief washed over him and he relaxed again. “I don’t know what you fucking do to me, but for some reason you make me feel good, so I should at least say ‘thanks’.” Wow, a genuine bit of emotion sent my direction. I never would have expected that. But it was appreciated. “Anytime,” I hesitated a moment, wondering if it was wise to say more, but considering I’d already committed my brain to the long con, it made sense to. “Look, I don’t know anything about you or what is going on with you. But my offer is always on the table. You ever need to get away and de-stress, this is a safe place. I’ll do anything you want as long as it makes you feel good.” His eyes narrowed at me and he was frowning. “Why? Like you said, you don’t know a damn thing about me. Why would you want to help me out?” “Because from that first time I saw you on the street, something drew me to you. And something clearly drew you to me.” I wasn’t sure if it was wise to insinuate that he had some sort of feelings towards me, but something did bring him to me that first time and the subsequent times since. “I feel like I was put in your path at the time when you needed it. So that’s it -you need me, then it is my job to make you feel better.” “That’s it,” he said, statement not question. “You just feel like you have to please me? You don’t want anything from me out of it?” I took a chance and ran my hands up the insides of his legs, working over to the top once I reached his upper thighs. “The only thing I want is to make you happy,” I told him. “What I get out of it is what you give me.” Now his eyebrows shot up, clearly confused. “What do I give you?” For someone so damn sexy, he certainly wasn’t as into himself as one might assume. “For starters, you let me suck that beautiful cock. No other guys get to suck you off.” I knew that without having to ask. He was still too uncomfortable with the notion of being with another man to have more on the side. “And your cum. You’re a sexy guy, and to bring you the thrill that comes with every orgasm, that is my pleasure. Sex doesn’t just feel good from your end of things -everything that I do feels awesome to me, too.” I threw in that last part hoping that he’d remember how I’d enjoyed getting my ass fucked and seeded. He was still frowning, but not really in a bad way. “I guess I have a lot to learn about, you know . . . gay guys,” he said sheepishly. “I really never knew any before.” “That you know of,” I pointed out. “I bet at least five of the guys on your construction crew have done more than get their dick sucked by another dude.” He looked surprised by that. “Really? You know them?” “Not those guys in particular, but statistically speaking. Plus, I’ve seen my fair share of construction guys in the bathhouses and book stores to know.” “Have you been with many of them? What do they do?” he asked, cutely shy and curious now rather than repulsed by it all. I just shrugged my shoulders. “Sucking, fucking mostly.” I noticed that his dick had begun to fill out again, not totally hard but nearly there. Clearly this conversation was going exactly where I’d hoped it would. My hands were still resting on his upper thighs, so I pulled at his pants some more until I could get at his underwear. That’s where I found another prize -that delicious wet spot that had been pooling in there all day. I leaned forward and noticed he was now watching intently. He was no longer avoiding my gaze or avoiding watching another man work his cock. I think he was now getting into it. After all, how could he deny the pleasure that I had brought to him? And would continue to bring him. I pointed my tongue out while he watched and then licked over the wet spot. He took a sharp breath, stunned that I would do something like that. It tasted just as good as the rest of him, so I licked harder and harder until I’d gotten it all. By the time I looked back up, he was smiling huge and his cock was standing up tall. I quirked an eyebrow at him and dove back down on it. He threw his head back and roared, “Fuck yeah, suck that dick, man. Suck it, Ugh!” I licked, slurped and bobbed on that thing for about ten minutes before I saw his balls twitching in their sack. I reached in and gave them a gentle squeeze and dove down as hard as I could onto his shaft, lodging him in my throat deep enough to cut off my air supply, then I swallowed a few times, massaging his dick head in the process. “Fuck!” he hissed, grabbing my head now -not just my ears- and began to skull fuck me until his nuts erupted and filled my mouth with his stud juice. He recovered and caught his breath as I sat back on my heels and licked my lips clean. I could still smell his crotch on my face and it had my own dick painfully hard in my pants. That would wait until after he left. Which he did moments later. He shoved himself up to standing and adjusted his clothes back into place, stuffing his now semi-hard cock back into his pants. He grinned down at me and then headed for the door. I got up and followed behind to see him out. Before exiting he turned to me. “Thanks, for that. You okay with me calling more often?” “How often,” I asked, trying to contain my smile and excitement. He took a deep breath, as if finalizing something in his mind. “Often. Like, can I come back tomorrow?” I smiled coyly at him and said, “Like I said, anytime.”

I was getting ready for my hookup. It always took so long to get as clean as I wanted because, well, I just am obsessive about that. When I get fucked, I only want his juices, my juices, and any lube he decides to use coming back out of me. As I was sitting there, filling my ass with that beautiful warm water, my mind drifted as it tends to do. In a short while I would have a nice thick cock in my ass for the first time in months. I’m bi and married, so the opportunities are few and far between. The top man I was preparing for has been my steady fuck for a while now, though I knew he was getting frustrated by my lack of availability. He’d text me at least three times a week “Hey, can I get that ass?” And I’d be absolutely sick that I couldn’t just run and take his amazing cock at the drop of a hat. But, that’s the way things are. Today, though, I had some real time. The wife was out of town for the week—I’d dropped her at the airport just two hours earlier. I also had the week off, not so coincidentally. I told her I’d be getting some work done. I didn’t, however tell her what KIND of work. 'Yeah honey, I’m going to get my asshole jobbed like a habitat for humanity house' wouldn’t have been a particularly helpful response to that question. Again, though, that’s just how things are when you’re a bi bottom guy. Finally, as I sat there and expelled the last blasts of water, everything was clear and my asshole was vibing like a tuning fork. I needed cock and I needed it as soon as possible. “I’m ready when you are, sir,” I texted. “Get that hole over here now, faggot.” God how I love it when he calls me that. It makes me catch my breath every single time. Then another text: “Get that plug in you and put your pink panties on too. I love to see your faggot whore ass in pink.” I had them ready, sitting on the sink next to me. The black silicone plug was nicely lubed and I pressed it against my tight hole. My hole was pretty relaxed from the cleaning process, but it had been a while since I’d had anything inside me but my own finger so opening up was a nicely painful process. Such a relief after the widest part crested and then slid perfectly into place. Now for the panties. It was a cheap target thong, soft and cottony, I had bought the panties seven months earlier, and had worn them every time I’d been fucked in the intervening seven months - uf only for the ride over and the ride back. And I hadn’t washed them, so they still had the residue of every load I’d taken. Admittedly it’d been only eight loads, but it was still my little cumwhore trophy. I threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, slipped on my shoes and headed out. With every step and lift of my legs, I could feel the panties slide over my freshly shaved cock and balls and feel that hefty plug work my grasping hole. I was so horny I could barely see straight. It was 11 a.m. and I was en route to cock. When I knocked on his door, there was just a bit of a delay. He wasn’t the type to be breathlessly waiting for anyone’s arrival. He knew he had the power and wasn’t afraid to exercise it. With that fat cock, he knew he could make me do anything he wanted. Then, the door swung open and there he was, dressed only in a partially closed bathrobe. I could see his stout body was already shining with a bit of sweat. He kept the basement fuck room hot. Really hot. And I loved that heat. “Get your ass inside, faggot.” That was his standard greeting and it always made my dick drip instantly against my panties. And it never failed to make me hop like a trained dog. In I went without a moment’s hesitation. “Strip down now, faggot,” he said sharply, the front door still wide open. He didn’t give two fucks about if I was exposed to his neighborhood and, in that second, neither did I so off went the shoes, down went the pants, and I was out of the shirt so fast it was like I hadn’t even been wearing it. He grabbed my ass in a flash, his middle finger stabbing the base of my plug hard. “Good, you did what I told you. Now get your faggot ass downstairs.” And off I went, down into the darkened room. In that moment, I knew it would be another fantastic fuck session. I had no idea what was really going to happen. And that was probably for the best. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, and my eyes had adjusted somewhat from the daylight, I could see he had his sling ready to go. My heart skipped a beat because I’d only ever seen that sling once and I knew how merciless he was with that kind of access. My cock jumped, my asshole clenched hard around the base of my plug and I almost felt lightheaded. The thick heat made it even harder to get a good breath. While I had been taking it all in, he was suddenly in front of me, robe now gone, and his meaty cock hung there like a dark prize. “Get on your knees faggot, and get my balls in your mouth. NOW.” It was automatic for me and I was there, sucking his big sac into my now drooling mouth. I struggled a bit getting both balls inside because it had been a while and I was desperately out of practice. But, with just a little bit of struggle, in they went and my lips were fully against the base of his ball sac, his fat leaking cock laying heavily across my face leaving a trail of precum wherever it slid. Oh god but I loved this feeling. “Look at me, you little whore,” he intoned, and I opened my eyes and glanced up at his face only to be instantly blinded by a flash. 'Oh, fuck', I thought in a bit of a panic, 'He just took my picture!' My heart pounded hard in my chest. Due to my circumstances, we’d agreed early on that if any pictures or videos were taken, none would include my face. In the same moment, I felt his balls cinch up a bit in my stuffed mouth and his cock hardened against my cheek, pumping out a now steady flow of thick precum. “That one’s for me, faggot. You looked so perfect just then, I had to get a pic of it.” I relaxed and even smiled as best I could manage. We had an agreement, and he was cool. Nothing to worry about. Soon his cock was rock hard and he pushed me back from his balls. It was time to lube up that beautiful piece of meat for other pursuits. As he shoved his cock deep into my throat, he bent down, pulled my thong aside and worked my plug. My eyes rolled back in my head and I was gone into the moment. So far gone, I didn’t notice him rummaging around on the table next to us. Soon after that, while I worked his cock with my hungry mouth, he pulled up my left hand and wrapped something around my wrist. Then, the same with my right. He could have dealt a hand of cards on my back in that moment and I wouldn’t have noticed I was so focused on pulling that river of sweet precum out of his cock. After a moment, he pulled both my wrists behind my back and with a smart 'click' they were locked tightly. I’d tried some bondage play before, but never with him. It’d never come up in our encounters but holy shit did it harden my dick and rev my desire up about a thousand notches. I looked up again at him, my lips wrapped tightly at the base of his meat, and “BAM!” another flash. As the stars cleared I kept sucking happily. We had an agreement and goddamnit this cock felt amazing in my mouth. Nothing else mattered. Shortly after that, he pulled his dripping cock out of my mouth. I was panting—partly from pure lust hunger and partly because the heat in the room seemed to be rising. He quickly turned me away from him and pushed me smartly in the middle of my back so I went directly to the floor, cheek and bare shoulders against the carpet. My hands were firmly unavailable to provide a buffer and I was fully exposed, ass straight up. Within seconds I felt two more restraints wrapped around my ankles and yet another metallic 'click'! The front of my panties were now stretched from how hard my cock had gotten from the helpless sensation, and I was soaking from all the fluids leaking from my cock. As I adjusted the best I could his fingers yanked the thong aside and in a swift motion, yanked the plug brutally out of my hole. No niceties, just 'WHAM' and it was out. I saw more stars in that moment than both camera flashes combined. And in what seemed like just a millisecond, he grabbed my hips and rammed his cock into my stunned hole balls deep in one go. I would have screamed in pain had I not been stunned breathless from the harsh removal of the butt plug. My face and shoulders scraped against the rug as he pulled back nearly all the way out and jammed his cock in again, and again, and again. Each time it hurt just as much as the first, but felt just as fantastic in the same moment. He rutted at my hole like that for a few minutes and then I felt his strong hand wrap around the back of my neck. On a major in-thrust, he simultaneously yanked me upright, his mouth now hard against my ear. “I know we’ve had an agreement so far and I’ve enjoyed it as far as it went.” To punctuate that, he flexed his cock hard in my gripping hole and it felt incredible. “But I’ve found out a few things and made a few decisions.” My mind was spinning. What the hell did he mean by any of that? What was going to happe... And at that exact moment, just as I had opened my mouth to ask “what...” his free hand jammed a large ball gag into my mouth, nearly enough to dislocate my jaw with its size, and before I could even blink, it was locked into place. My mind imploded with fear. He pushed me, hard, back down and then began fucking my hole with a fury I had never felt in my life. After several more hard thrusts it felt like his cock was swelling large enough to rupture my rectum and he shot what felt like gallons of cum into me. He then dropped his full weight onto me, his body drenched with sweat crushed me flat against the floor, trapped. “We had an agreement. Now, I’ve decided to create another arrangement. Things change, faggot. Now you get to learn how much.”

A friend of mine who is also a cocksucker once told me that the first time you blow a guy, it doesn't mean anything. He's just getting his rocks off and your mouth happens to be convenient. But the second time a guy comes back for a blowjob, the moment he cums down your throat, you're his cocksucker. It has been two days since the 29-year-old newly married stud let me service him. Around 8:45 AM, I got an email, "You free tonight? If I can get away I'd like to stop by." Bingo! The second time. I replied, "Sure! Come on over!" He showed up within 20 minutes. on the way in, I asked him, "How long has it been since you've gotten off?" He replied, "Two days ." That means the last time he got off was when I sucked him. I laughed and said, "No man like you should have to wait that long to get serviced." This time he was a lot more relaxed and eager for the blowjob. He wanted to do it right there in the living room where he walked in. I pulled down the blinds and got in position between his legs. He started to pull down his pants, but I said, "I'll do that." His cock was already rockhard through sweatpants. I mouthed it for a while and rubbed it. Then I pulled down the sweatpants and saw his hard penis tenting out the front of his gray boxer briefs. I mouthed the head of his cock for a while through his underwear, and then slid down to where his balls were. I massage them with my lips and with my hands. But by this time he was kind of going crazy, humping up into my mouth. I pulled down his boxers and began to work on his nuts in earnest. I loved the fur on them and the trail that led up his abdomen. I spent a lot of time before I started mouthing up the underside of his shaft. Halfway up, I was met by the warm viscous trail of his pre-cum running down his pole. I began to lap it up and worked my way up until I was lapping it directly from the fount. Slowly I covered the head of his penis and began to go down on his pole. He began to moan. My free hand, I was massaging his nuts and that spot between his legs right below the prostate. He was squirming with desire. Another ofthe rules for straight guys is they love getting complimented on their dicks. This guy has a perfect dick... and I kept telling him so. I kept saying, " God, you've got a great dick. I love being your cocksucker." He was a lot more verbal this time as he got closer. He kept saying, " Do it! Get after that shit. Work that cum out." Feeling his impending orgasm, I have to admit I was absolutely in cocksucker's heaven. But at the same time, I couldn't help but think what would be like to have him get his nut in my ass. So, I used a line that has always worked on straight guys: "Show me how you fuck! Use my mouth!" There isn't a straight guy alive that doesn't want to show off how he fucks. If you use this line often enough when you're giving him a handjob or a blowjob , eventually, he's gonna start thinking about using your ass. These words worked like magic on this guy. He began pumping into my mouth more and more aggressively. Once he saw I wasn't going to object, he got even more forceful with his thrusts into my mouth , burying it in the back of my throat each time. Last time, he asked me where I wanted him to come — this time, he already knew he could just spray it down my throat. After a couple of minutes of face fucking me, he thrust into my mouth one more time and held my head down on his cock while he began spewing. This stud definitely saved it up for me. I counted at least nine or ten ejaculations into my mouth. It was the second time… "Now," I thought, "I am his cocksucker." I swallowed.

CHAPTER FOUR He didn’t call or text me the next day. Apparently he couldn’t make it through the night. That seed I’d planted had clearly planted strong roots, and he was now looking to me to bring some right to his world. When he showed up at my door at 2:00 AM he was looking frustrated, a little angry, and exhausted. And he smelled of beer. Against my better judgment I let him in. After all, I knew nothing about him, and he seemed agitated. Who knows what kind of drunk he is? I get horny when I’m drunk, but some guys like to punch. He paced the length of the apartment behind the sofa where he’d relaxed only hours before. He was mumbling to himself and running his fingers through his hair like he was frustrated. Finally he stopped pacing and looked at me. His face and eyes looked so vulnerable. “What have you done to me?” he asked, sounding almost broken. I frowned and took a moment to choose my words wisely. It didn’t seem like the appropriate time to come back with, “Besides suck your dick?” That might lead to a punch for sure! Casually gesturing to the sofa, encouraging him to take a seat and maybe calm down a little, I sat at one end. He took the other. He was hunched over, elbows resting on his knees, and he wasn’t looking directly at me. “Okay, now, why don’t you start from the beginning,” I began gently. “You’re upset about something. Did something happen?” He turned and looked at me now, but I didn’t like what I saw on his face. “YOU happened,” he spat out. “You know what happened when I left here today?” He didn’t wait for a reply, simply steamrolling ahead with, “I drove home with my cock still so fucking hard because I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on my dick.” I sat back and wondered where to go from here. “Okay, I thought you enjoyed it. If that’s not the case, we don’t ever have to do it again.” I kept my tone even and completely nonthreatening. He ran his hands through his hair a couple more times. “That’s the problem. That’s ALL I want,” he moaned. “I went home and my bitch wife was there and she tried sucking me when she saw that I was so hard. But it was just more to keep me off of her back, she doesn’t enjoy it like you. And all I could think about while she tried to get me off was you.” Oops. I hadn’t counted on that. I corrupted the poor guy but not in the way I had hoped. I thought I could just be a little outing in his life, a little secret getaway. Be his little something on the side. Then again, clearly his wife is no good in the sack if she can’t keep his attention. It’s no wonder straight guys end up finding pleasure with willing gay men. I swallowed hard to try and moisten my dry throat. “I’m sorry,” I told him softly. “I’m sure that neither of us expected something like that to happen when we started this. If you want to stop and pretend that it never happened, go back to your life, I completely understand.” He shifted himself so that he was turned facing me now. His level of annoyance had decreased significantly, and he looked like he was ready for a rational conversation now. “My whole adult life I had to listen to all of the guys talk about their wild and hot sex lives and mine never felt that exciting. Until now. I’m not about to stop it. If there are other things about gay sex that feel that good, I want to do them, too. With you.” Okay, I didn’t see that one coming. “What do you mean?” Was he saying that he wanted to fuck me? Please let him be saying he wants to fuck me!!! “I . . . I don’t know. All I’ve ever heard about gay sex is sucking and fucking. But you must know more stuff, don’t you? Teach me. If I don’t like how something feels, can we stop?” I felt like I might explode with happiness. “I told you before, I will do anything you want that feels good. So if something doesn’t feel good, then we will stop,” I assured him. I can’t even describe how relieved he looked. “Great. Great. Somehow I knew I could count on you.” And then we sat in silence for a moment. “Was there a specific reason why we had to have this conversation in the middle of the night?” I had to ask. I was still sleepy, but seeing him sitting there on my sofa, he got my blood boiling again. “I couldn’t cum, she couldn’t get me off. Then we had a fight and I left. I checked into a motel and started drinking. The more I sat there, the more I thought about how good I felt when I had you on my cock. And then the next thing I knew, I was in a cab on my way over here. Sorry if I woke you up,” he told me sheepishly. “Don’t worry about it.” What I wanted to say was, “What gay man in his right mind would not want to be awoken up by a stud like you?” but I didn’t want to gush too much over him and frighten him away. He shifted again, trying to get comfortable and then I could see why: the bulge I had seen that afternoon had returned. This poor horny sexy guy needed some relief. As I lifted my eyes from his crotch, our eyes met. Finally his expression changed and he grinned. He knew that I couldn’t resist him any more than he could resist me. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor between his knees, sucking that beautiful meat for dear life. This time he held my head in his powerful hands the entire time. He no longer seemed afraid of intimacy with me. I don’t think he was considering things in terms of gay and straight anymore. He merely registered what felt good, and if something feels good then it is on the table. I swirled my tongue around his cock head and massaged it down his length, wanting to give him as many sensations as possible, even as I was aware before long a simple blowjob would not be enough for him. He would need to feel more. And hopefully the next stop will be my ass. I tried to smile at that thought, even though my mouth was full, and as that hopeful notion settled into my mind, my mouth was flooded with his delicious seed. When he finally drained his balls totally into my mouth, I let it pool under my tongue and spend a minute playing with it, letting it slither and slide over and under my tongue. He watched me with wide eyes and a curious expression. He was not repulsed by me anymore. I think he was intrigued. Reaching out, he cupped my chin in his right hand and tilted my face up to meet his. “Show me,” he said. I opened my mouth a little and showed him his load as it moved around in my mouth. Still holding me, he said, “Swallow. I want to watch you swallow it.” Keeping my mouth open, I let it slide to the back of my throat and then gulped it down. Then he released me and sat back. His dick was still rock hard and standing tall. He looked down at himself and then back up to me. “See? This is what I was talking about? What do you do to me?” he asked in frustration. “I’m constantly hard when I just think about you doing stuff to me.” I sat back on the sofa where I had been before and grinned. “That’s not such a bad problem to have. We will just have to try out some new things to see about wearing you down. I think your body is just trying to compensate for the years when you didn’t have the sex you wanted. Now you’re enjoying yourself, so why stop?” He looked over to me and said, “I don’t want to stop. Is it too late to do more tonight?” he asked hopefully. Awesome. I had him right where I want him.

I gave Justin a "what the fuck" look. He said, "You just stay put." Mateo, the sexy nurse from earlier came into the room and smiled when he saw me with my ass up on a pillow. "I've heard a lot about you. I'm glad you're here to get pozzed up!" "Rik, meet Mateo. Mateo had the fuck flu six months ago and he's really toxic right now... shares the same strain as Brad and I. I hope you don't mind if he breeds you as well." I really wasn't in a position to say no. Besides, this kid was smoking hot. He pulled off his nurse's uniform top and pulled loose the drawstring from his pants. He must ride a bicycle a lot as the has big meaty, muscular thighs, covered in sexy fur. And above his buzzed pubes, a biohazard tattoo as well. Fuck, that is hot. “Wow! You have a biohazard too?” Mateo smiled and asked, which one? He turned around to show me the same tattoo on his right ass cheek. Justin explained, “We know an amazing guy named Zak in Chicago. He has a place off Halsted Street called Windy City Tattoo. He's prolific poz breeder and sexy stud. He's done the biohardard tattoos for all of the conversion club members. As much as I am intrigued by earning a biohazard tattoo, the raging hard-on that Mateo has right now merits more attention. Toxic or not, I need this kid's load in my hole. I lifted my legs for him, providing consent for him to add his diseased DNA to my system. For being a young guy, he knew exactly how to press my buttons. Like Justin, he rubbed his cock up and down my pre-lubed hole before sliding all the way inside me. Freshly fucked, I felt my ass juices start to ooze out, even though he worked to wipe the juices back onto his cock and inside me. Justin watched as Mateo skillfully bred my hole. He tweaked my nips for a while, but it wasn't long before he had his eyes closed, looking like he was praying to the god of all poz cocks. You know that look of sheer bliss. I was close to the same state, feeling him sliding in and out of my battered hole. While I was getting fucked, Brad and Teddy came in the room and joined the audience. At this point, I didn't care who saw me getting bred by a poz cock. This felt amazing, and I would deal with whatever it brought at another time. Brad and Teddy were getting naked as well, so they were totally into my breeding. Before long, Mateo's breaths started getting short and it was clear he was getting close to cumming inside me. I blurted out, "Come on stud, fuck me with your poz cock. Give me your disease!" And with that his cock started flooding my hole with his charged load, bathing my guts with his AIDS virus. This kid fucked me like he hated me ... it was awesome. He had a need to seed, and my hole was his infection target. I just asked for a diseased load. What the fuck just happened? Mateo pulled out and I did my best to keep the charged seed inside me. Brad and Teddy were naked at this point, and they were in a three-way kiss huddle with Justin. How fucking hot was that to watch? I managed to get up on my feet and being fucked on my back for so long. I was wobbly - and with good reason. The three guys broke their embrace and pulled me into them for a hug and a grope. That's when I noticed Teddy and Brad both had biohazard tattoos above their cocks. Teddy also had one between his shoulder blades, and Brad had another one on his arm ... which is when I figured out everyone in this exam room was poz, except for me ... and my immune system was on its way out. Brad looked me in the eyes and asked, "I hope you'll accept our invitation to the conversion club. I know this is a lot to take in, but it will be worth it ... even through your fuck flu." I looked gave a glance at these four breeders and said, "Yes, I want to be on your team. Infect me." Teddy grabbed an ass cheek and said, "We gotta get started planning where your biohazard tattoo is going to go." Brad said, "Well, I'd love a chance to breed Rik and I know Teddy does too, but we need to get back to work. So, I have a question for Rik. How fast do you want to earn your biohazard tattoo?" "Depends. What do I need to do in order to speed up the process?" I asked. Justin said, "Come over on Friday night. Clean out your hole and we'll have some fun. We will all give you a dose of our DNA, and if you are a good boy, a blood donation from all of us." We all kissed goodbye and I headed home. What took place was so fucking erotic, I just wanted to hop on Breeding Zone and jack off to some conversion fiction. But I really needed to get a workout in before I do that. I got into the BodyCombat class at 6:30 and powered through the boxing, karate and taekwondo kicks and punches. It is a great way to work up a sweat while keeping flexible and strong. There was a sexy black guy there, new to the class. His sexy body got even sexier with a sweat, and his shorts clung to his bubble butt. A couple sideways glances turned into flirting. At the end of the class I headed down to the locker room and, as luck would have it, his locker was right next to mine. Strange how the world works. I said, "Give me a sec and I'll be out of your way." He smiled and said, "Don't sweat it, take your time." I pulled my shirt off and as I was getting the sweat off me, this beautiful man stripped off his shirt and revealed beautiful chestnut brown skin, rock hard abs ... and a fucking biohazard tattoo. It didn't stand out as much due to his skin color ... and half of it was hidden under his underwear. But the design is the same as the three guys I had seen earlier that day. I found myself wondering 'Am I the only guy in town without a fucking biohazard tattoo'? The locker room was full of guys and I needed to be discrete, but I had to get more info about this. I drew up some courage and said, "I like your tattoo ... a lot." He smiled and said "Thanks, it took a lot of work. Do you have one?" "No, but I'll probably be getting mine soon. Any chance you know Brad and Justin?" He smiled and said "Yeah ... Let's talk on the way out." We stepped out to the street where it was a little more private. I said, "Thanks for taking to me about this." "Sure, no problem. Let me ask, how far along are you?" "Earlier today was the first time." "Wow. You are just beginning." "Yeah, I know. Big decision. So fucking hot." "Hey, I live a block from here. You want to go there and talk for a minute?" "Yeah, thanks. I have a million questions." "Cool. By the way, I'm Rik." "I'm Blake." We got to his place and after offering me a bottle of water, we sat down on the couch when Blake asked "Were you chasing?" "No, not at all. Getting pozzed wasn't on my mind at all. Were you chasing?" "Nope. I went to Dr. Woods for PEP after a gun came in my hole. I was freaking out and went to see what he could do." I laughed, "I guess he took care of your problem!" He smiled. "Yeah, he sure did." I asked, "How bad was your fuck flu?" Blake replied, "Dude, that's the best part of being with this club. The doctors will help you through the whole thing. You can go to their place and they'll give you an IV or drugs to make it easier ... if you want." I was surprised. "That's cool!" "Yeah," Blake continued, "I was really fucking sick when I converted, but the club guys helped out a lot. That's when your body is trying to fight off the infection, and that's when you need extra doses the most." "Extra doses?" I asked. Blake replied "You know: more poz cum. You'll take more infected loads the whole time. It's hot." I found his attitude towards seroconversion fucking twisted. Seroconverting only to take more charged loads. I loved it. In fact my cock was straining against my shorts, leaving a wet spot of precum. I couldn't help but notice Blake's cock was also rock hard. "I'm getting totally turned on." Reaching over, I cupped Blake's cock and asked, "Any chance I can taste your poz cock?" He smiled, "I'd prefer to fuck some of my charged load in your hole." I knelt on the floor and pulled his shorts off and then went directly to sucking his cock. His cock was quite large, beautiful, and, of course black. It was quite a mouthful. After working on his cock for a while, I looked up and asked, "Will you breed me? "Rik, let's go to my room. I'd love to get inside you." Tossing clothes off as we walked, we were both naked by the time we got to his bedroom. "How many biohazard tattoos do you have?" "My pubic one hardly shows, so just the one for now." I asked, "It looks so sexy on you. Fuck dude. Did you do the blood donation process, or did you do it the old-fashioned way?" "The regular way. They didn't start using blood until recently. You going to do that?" "Yeah, probably Friday night." "Too fucking hot." My finger traced his ink as I was fantasizing about earning my own biohazard. With his finger on my chin, he lifted my lips to his and we made out for a while. "I got a toxic cock here and I really want to be the one who converts you. How about I get my cock inside you now?" I laid onto the bed on my back and he crawled between my legs. "I love uncut cock. Let me taste you." He went face-down on my hard cock and played with my foreskin. He knew enough to run his tongue underneath it, in order to make it really intense. He reached over to get a little lube for my hole and then some for his cock. He slowly worked his infected cock inside my already ravaged hole. The lube made it feel great. I wiggled my ass around his cock in an attempt to get it in faster. I really wanted to be a bond with Blake. His cock, my third toxic cock of the day, started slow and easy. He was adept at leveraging his cock into my ass. His strokes were full, making great use of his huge cock. Blake fucked my hole like a master. We’d make out for a little bit but his primary focus was getting off. My hole was just a tool that enabled him to get off in. We got into a comfortable rhythm as if we were one. I whispered in his ear, "I'm begging you for your poz cum. Please infect my neg hole." And that did the job. Blake started bucking against my hole like crazy. He was a man possessed, totally focused on how to make his cock ejaculate his toxic load inside my asshole. And it felt glorious. Blake gave a deep inhale, “Oh God ... Fuck, Oh God I'm close.” “Fuck me Blake, do it to me ... fuck me up.” Two more strokes from Blake and he yelled, “Damn!!!!!!!!!” With that my ass was filled as if by a fire hose. I unmistakably felt Blake's ejaculations blasting into my hole, his poz cock shooting cum like a shot gun. It was a beautiful experience. Totally spent, he collapsed in my arms and we both went unconscious for a couple minutes, after which we made out for a while, and whispered sweet nothings, about how fucking random this was, how getting a deadly infection had brought us together, and our prospects for the future. It was awesome. Blake said, "We're a mess. Let's shower quickly. I have a steam shower. You'll love it." He pressed a button to get the steam going, and within a couple minutes it was starting to fog up, at which point he invited me to join him "Come on in, there's room for two." He turned on the waterfall shower and we both took turns rinsing the day off us. He turned off the waterfall and grabbed the soap. As the fog raised, he grabbed me from the back and started to soap me up. His big hands slid all over my body. He reached around and grabbed my dick with soapy hands and started getting my cock to full extension. Oh fuck, he felt amazing. He moved to the front of me and then soaped his hole, asking "Any chance I can get some of the last of your neg cum load? It would be an honor to take whatever you got. Please fuck me!" I've wanted inside Blake since the moment I saw him. Some guys ... you just want to breed them. In this case, I got to do just that. I worked a finger inside Blake's ass, and he loosened right up. This would be fun! I pushed his back forward to bend him over and was able to slide right in. His ass was magnificent. Definitely one of the better holes I've fucked. Since I had cum earlier that day, I needed to up my game and really work up a cum load. I hoped he was ready for an animalistic fuck, because I had no choice but to rut his hole like a wild animal. It was so fucking hot. During the whole time, he repeatedly chanted "Yeah .... Yeah ...." After a little bit, I said, "OK Blake, I gotta blow in your hot ass. I can't hold it any longer." And with that, I gave him any neg see left in my body. He got the last of it. I looked him in the eyes and said, "This was an unexpected joy being with you. I hope your cum infects me. You can be my poz daddy anytime." He smiled and said, "Just wait, with the conversion club, it'll be so easy to breed and gift poz guys. Our numbers are growing and infected loads are everywhere. You'll see." I asked, "Will you be there Friday? I'm supposed to get bred by Brad and Teddy, and they talked about the Blood Donation." Blake smiled and said, "Yeah, that sounds like a great time. I'd love to have more of my DNA coursing through your veins." With a quick kiss I replied, “I’d like that.” And with that, I headed home with visions of Friday night.

Agreed. Taking a stranger's cock, and having a stranger's cum inside me is what turns me on. There's nothing like darkrooms.

Returned to my usual sauna after a three month hiatus. Although it was fairly well attended, everyone was just hanging around doing nothing but look on. It was an hour before I saw anyone fucking at all. It was very frustrating, but after such a long break I decided to persevere. First there were some odd fumbles, leading to my cock being sucked or vice versa, but to no culmination. Then I was invited into a cubicle with two other men after about two hours. It turned out they were both tops and used condoms, I became their bottom. Just before one of the two came after fucking me, he took off his condom and shot his load over the other man's cock. It was only after this I started to get some proper action. It was three hours in and I managed to suck off one guy with a decent-sized cock . He exploded in my mouth and his last spurts shot onto my face. Still I had not given or received an anal load and time continued to pass with little action. It was, however, after I'd been in the sauna some four hours that I finally got what I wanted. I was in the darkroom, when tow men came in, ignoring me and went into the corner of the room. By the sounds coming from them one seemed to be fucking the other. I went over to investigate. A bald guy with a great cock was fucking bare another guy who also possesed a magnificinet member. The second guy grabbed my cock and started wanking it. I then manuevred myself to a poisition where I could play with his cock, rubbing my arse against his manhood. I tired to get him to fuck me whilst he was being fucked, but to no avail. Howvever, this did have an unforeseen advantage. The guy puilled away from the man fucking him and offered me instead. I suspect the hard pounding he was receiving got too much for him and maybe he thought I was keener than he. At first he entered me just in the space of the corner, I had little support and the pounding was a bit much for me too. However, I wasn't going to give this opportunity up. I moved over to the bench grabbed my poppers and prepared for the onslaught. He primed me with lube and then I felt his bare cock thrusting up me. His speed picked up and he was pounding my innards quite forcefully, but now I was in a more comfortable position and my sphincter more relaxed I took the pounding. He thrust in and out faster and faster until finally he slowed down pushing his cock as far up as he could as he released his spunk up my willing whole. I left the sauna in some discomfort from the pounding, but savouring the seeding I'd just received.

I like to hit the big events - MAL, IML, Decadence, Cumunion, etc. Pass the 20 load mark often, pass 30 and 40 on occasion and even hit the 50 load mark once with 53 being my all time record in 24 hours. This was a couple years ago and was a perfect storm - Leather Market - took 5 loads, couple of one off-tops in the hotel gave me 8, hit a cruisy bar and bent over for 4, Nasty Kink Pig Party, where I took 12 loads, a couple of open door parties where I took 10 more, busy bathroom in the hotel lobby where i took 8, late night stairwell cruising where I took my last 6 before collapsing in my room. I got up and did the whole thing again, but with lower numbers. I am a true cumdump. I LIVE to take loads - any cock, big or small, just be hard and be able to cum.

So....um...we'll see how this goes. :-)

Been sick the last week, so this took a bit longer than I wanted. Hope you enjoy. -- PART 8: Open for Business Putting a TV dinner into the microwave, I went around the apartment and started collecting the few things I would need for my night of debauchery. My ass pleasantly ached from the pounding Jackson had just given me, and with each step, I felt the three loads swirling around deep inside me. Walking over next to the island, I felt the butt plug in my ass moving around as bent over, the large knot pressing firmly against my hole. Butt plug: check. Reaching out, I grabbed the small silver bottle on the ground. Making sure the lid was on securely, I slid it into my pocket and stood back up, loving how the big plug slid around inside my hole, rubbing against my already abused prostate. Thanks to the earlier night’s event’s, I would likely have plenty of stretching and lubrication in my ass. Lube: check. Poppers: check. Walking back over to the other counter, I opened the small humidor and looked at the various cigars. I sat for a few moments, trying to decide on one before finally deciding on a rather large, medium brown one with the name Punch on the side. Recalling what Eric had done in the shop that day, I ran the stick under my nose and sniffed, my cock immediately swelling at the aroma. Happy with my choice, I grabbed my lighter and the cigar and put them in the opposite pocket. Cigar and lighter: check. Feeling my ass, I checked for my wallet, and as I did, the microwave let out several beeps, letting me know my food was ready. I quickly ate the hot meal, and after a quick once over, I grabbed my phone and keys and walked out of the door. Waiting for the elevator, I re-read the texts from Kyle earlier that evening. I felt my cock stir, thinking about all the random loads I was about to get up my formerly tight, nearly virginal hole, mixing in with the three already placed in my ass after the dark and twisted dirty talk with Jackson. In the back of my mind, I felt slightly scared at the risks I was taking, and the possibility of catching something, but then again, the talk of getting pozzed had definitely also made me cum hard earlier in the evening. And if confronted with the issue, I knew I could always just write a prescription of my own for PEP or PrEP. One of the few true luxuries of being a doctor. Looking at the wording and phrases Kyle used in the texts, I casually wondered if Kyle might be into guys getting knocked up, especially with his deviant talk of anonymous cock and special loads. And admittedly, the thought of getting high on poppers, lighting up a few cigarettes and smoking them also had their own special appeal while taking loads. Hopefully, I thought to myself, I can get with Kyle in the future and try that out. Suddenly, my phone dinged as the elevator doors finally opened, and a new message popped up from Kyle, directing me to several websites. Kyle: here, check these out. might help w the smoking and slut training Kyle: breeding.zone and smokinmen.com Curious, I stepped into the elevator and selected the ground floor before I tapped on the first link. Making a quick glance, I realized it was a barebacking site. A quick glance at some of the topics got my cock hard. Bug chasing being one to immediately jump off the page at me. I bookmarked the site, instantly knowing I would be checking it out again soon. Next, I went back to my messages and opened the second link and was instantly greeted with images of all different men of ages and types smoking. I felt my cock lurch as I zoomed in on several younger guys, cigarettes hanging slightly out of their mouths as they smoked. This must be what Kyle meant by dangling… and even quicker than before, I tapped the bookmark icon. Stepping off the elevator, I made a quick beeline to the front door, ignoring the front desk entirely and walking out into the crisp fall night, before walking into the bookstore next door. At first, I wanted to make a straight line to the gloryholes, but I knew I would need to make one last purchase. Walking around, I looked for a few minutes at some of the toys before seeing that I one thing I wanted to add to the mix before going down into the depths below. Grabbing the package, I walked up to the counter and made my quick purchase. Waving away the bag, I walked over to the counter for the video booths and looked at the blue haired twink. With a start, I reached for my wallet and started to pull out a $10 bill. “Um, Benny, right?” I asked, slightly nervous for some unknown reason. Without more than a glance, the kid let out a sigh. “It’s twenty-five.” “Oh… um….” I said, remembering that the previous night it was only $10, “Well, Kyle sent me and said to tell you he wanted me to have the friend discount.” “Uh… huh…” he said, still not looking up from his phone, “Everybody is ‘friends’ with Kyle, sweetie… so try again.” I was starting to get a bit annoyed at the guy’s attitude. Pulling out my phone, I searched through my messages before I landed on one of the messages Kyle had sent me. “He also said to tell you I’m…” I briefly hesitated before continuing, “Looking to be a cum dumpster tonight and that you would help me. Can you really do that or should I just go home?” Apparently, that got his attention. He stopped and looked up at me from the screen of his phone with a mildly shocked look on his face. “Shit, he really was telling the truth,” he said, letting the indifferent mask fall for a few brief moments before quickly putting it back up, “Fine. I guess I’m out $25 because of you and Kyle. Need to see your ID.” Confused, I grabbed it my wallet out and handed the card to him, guessing that they just need to make sure people entering are 18, perplexed however since Kyle had never asked for mine the day before. “God damn it, how does he always know?!” Benny muttered under his breath before handing me back the card. “Excuse me?” I asked, putting the wallet back in my pants. “I need to stop making stupid bets with him. Another fifty fucking dollars…” Benny groused, staring at the ceiling, “Never would have pegged a doctor type as a cum slut. But he sure did. He one of your patients or something?” “Uh… no…” I let out, quickly wanting to just leave at this point. “Fine, you’re in, and here’s the key to Booth 8,” he said, tossing a small bronze key to me, “Only one that is reserved here.” “Oh, cool,” I said, catching the key. “By the way,” he asked, as he buzzed me in, “Tell me the truth. You serious about what Kyle said? You truly taking loads from anyone tonight?” At first, I was going to shy away from the question before I caught myself. Shying away was the old me. New me was going to seize life by the balls and milk them dry. With a slightly cocky smile and nod, I looked Benny straight in the eyes. “Yeah,” I said, confidently, “Why, you wanting to add to the mix?” “Fucking nice, man,” he said, raising his eyebrows somewhat appreciatively, “After all the money you cost me tonight, you bet your ass I’m not leaving here without sampling your hole and leaving my mark in it.” With those final words, I walked down the stairs and into the dimly lit red hallway before, the sounds of grunting and smell of fresh sex increasing with each step. — I walked around for several minutes, looking at each door trying to find Booth 8, quickly thinking that maybe it had all been a joke by Benny and Kyle. In almost a cruel irony, none of the booths seemed to go in order. I was finally about to give up when I stumbled onto it, having at first dismissed it as a broom closet on my first pass of the hallways. Grabbing the key, I opened the door and found myself in a long, narrow booth. Tape covered the bill acceptor, and there was already gay porn playing on the screen. The door closed behind me and with a soft click, I heard the door lock as well. Something the other room had lacked. Looking around the room, it appeared to be well stocked and pretty clean. A bench appeared to be positioned between the two glory holes, both at what seemed to be the perfect height to either stand or if one wanted to, kneel on all fours on top of the bench. There was comfortable looking padding on the bench. There was even a nice sized ashtray, so apparently, this room had been set up for a long stay in mind. Reaching into my pockets, I started pulling out my different items. Cigar, lighter, poppers, and my newest purchase, a cock ring. I knew with all the smoking, fucking, and sucking I would be doing tonight, the temptation to play with myself and cum would be overwhelming. I didn’t want to lose the urge to get filled once my balls had completely drained, so, I decided the best course of action would be to keep myself from cumming until the best time. I stood in the room for a few moments, staring at the tv watching the bareback orgy scene on the tv. Quickly, I felt myself get hard and decided to fully undress. Unzipping my pants, I stepped out of them and then pulled my shirt off, folding them both and putting them in the corner. Next, my ass plug was going to need to come out. I took the bottle of poppers and opened them, taking several hits and savoring the warm, relaxing rush through my body and steady swell in my cock. Reaching behind me, I slowly pulled the plug, now firmly and comfortably lodged deep inside me, holding back the three loads Jackson had left up my ass. I tugged gently at first, feeling as the plug stubbornly stayed in place behind my ass lips. Slowly, I increased the pressure and finally pulled it out with a loud plop, suddenly leaving me feeling empty as a few drops of cum slowly make their way out and slide down my thigh, making me moan. My ass felt so very empty and gaped for a few moments at the sudden loss of the large plug. Feeling the inside of the leg, I fingered a few of the cum drops back up my ass, feeling the gaping, wrecked remains of my formerly tight hole slowly closed down on them. Now finally closed again, I pulled them back out and looked at the thick white glazing on them. Horny, I stuck them in my mouth, rubbing the loads into my tongue and savoring the taste of my ass and Jackson’s thick cum, as I had that morning with Kyle and Mateo’s loads. It was a smokier and creamier taste, and I wondered if the fact that Jackson was a cigar and pipe smoker accounted for a different taste in the cum. Looking down at the plug in my hand, I looked over it quickly, and after not seeing anything but cum, stuck it in my mouth, sucking more of the thick cum and ass juices off. It tasted amazing. Satisfied it was clean, I then turned my attention to the cock ring. It was a small rubber o-ring type device. Guessing it was much like the small tourniquets I used in trauma surgery for the ER, I stretched it out and surrounded my cock and balls, much like I would for a finger laceration. I released it and with a soft hiss out of my mouth, looked down at my now encircled cock and balls. I loved how the ring somehow made my dick and balls stick out further, making each vein more prominent and giving more feeling; sensitive but somehow also not. Giving myself several quick tugs, I was happy to find the ring did its job without cutting off circulation, but still giving a nice firm squeeze, and would likely do its job well. All that left was the cigar. Instead of rushing like I had before, I knew I wanted to take things slower. Grabbing it and my lighter, I took the cigar and again ran it under my nose, enjoying the scent once more before placing it in my jaw. I then greedily sucked on the end, wetting it. Flicking the light on, I slowly lit the end, puffing gently, getting a nice cherry on the end of the brown stogie, and after an especially nice deep inhale, I shut off the flame and let the smoke jet out of my nose. I was a little surprised at this point, as, after this light up, I didn’t cough at all, and instead just felt the mild burn in my chest as I ‘fed them.’ Encouraged by my sudden growth as a smoker, I looked at myself in the dim reflection of the now momentarily dark monitor and was almost dumbfounded by what I saw. With the cigar in my mouth, it's smoke drifting out of the side of my jaw, and my cock lewdly sticking out, veins bulging from the cock ring, I looked, well, fucking hot. Looking down at my phone, I got a slightly wicked idea, and after a few quick taps, I took a quick selfie and sent it to Kyle with the caption ‘see what you’re missing?’ With that sent, I sat down, and started watching the new scene on the monitor, which showed a young guy in the middle of a bareback orgy on all fours, a line of several rough looking guys all covered in different tattoos, talking to each other and kissing as they stroked their cocks, waiting for their turn. Puffing on the cigar, I slowly started stroking myself, waiting for someone to stick their cock through one of the holes. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long as a cock was shoved into the hole on my left. There in front of me was a large, cut black dick. Easily, it was at least 10 inches long, and thick as 3 of my fingers as well. My ass ached to be filled with it. Getting up, I grabbed it and started stroking it, slowly bringing my ass over to it. I thought at first about sucking on it but then decided to instead back up my ass and slowly lower myself down. Halfway down, my ass started to hurt a little, and so I took my cigar out of my mouth, grabbed the poppers and huffed deeply several times in each nostril, before sticking my cigar back in my mouth and with a deep inhale, forcing my ass down the rest of the way. The guy in the other booth immediately let out a string of curses in appreciation as I let out a smokey moan, feeling the big black cock throb inside me. We sat there for a few moments as I slowly smoked until the guy started to slowly move in and out of my ass, my stretched hole gripping the large member raping it. I sat in silence as I listened to the onslaught of words coming from the guy next door. “Fuck yeah, gonna rape your white boy pussy tonight. A nice wet hole like yours is great at making my dick feel good boy. H-oooooh fuck,” he said, pausing for a moment before moving again, “in you with no rubber too, so gonna be able to breed you nice and deep, mix my potent baby batter with these others. You want that slut?” I let out a loud moan as he continued. “Damn, didn’t think I would get grade A prime ass tonight. Gotta thank that bitch Benny for hookin’ me up. He’s got lots of fuckers lined up for your ass tonight.” Almost like clockwork, a cock was shoved in front of me after he said that, and with a quick inhale of my cigar, I took my smoke out of my mouth and dove face first onto the nicely shaped light brown cock in front of me. I began to suck as if my life depended on it, as the cock in my mouth slowly dripped precum on my tongue. I sucked harder, enjoying the taste as the black monster in my ass continued to rape me. “Gonna cum soon up your tight white cunt. Fill you with my special little swimmers, and breed you. With all the loads you’re gonna take tonight in your guts, you won’t know who got you pregnant, bitch. Hope it’s mine though fucker.” Pulling off the rapidly leaking cock in my mouth, I took a few quick, deep inhales on my cigar and started to rhythmically squeezed down on the cock in my ass, completely oblivious to the words being said to me as my cum lust began to take over. Full of smoke, I went back to sucking and was quickly rewarded with a thick creamy load in my mouth. The cock in front of me was pulled out and just left the big black cock in my ass, whose pace was picking up. I slowly savored the creamy semen in my mouth before swallowing it down. “Balls are about to explode motherfucker, deep in your cunt with the other loads in here. Take this nasty fuck deep faggot.” With a final set of slams, I felt the black cock start throbbing in my ass, filling me deep with a warm volley of jizz. I began to puff on my cigar again, enjoying the feeling of my ass and lungs getting fed. The black guy quickly pulled out, and within a few moments, I could hear a door slam. I sat there for a minute or two, my ass at the hole, wondering if anything else would happen when I felt another cock get shoved deep in my ass and start fucking it hard. I sat back, enjoying the pounding in my hole as I slowly smoked my cigar, keeping the smoke in for longer and longer before finally, another cock appeared in front of my face. It was a shorter, uncut white dick, with massive bull balls. I immediately took it in my mouth and sucked, getting reamed by both ends in silence, except for the occasional grunt or groan. Quickly enough, the cock spewed a load in my mouth and I swallowed it down, and with a quick pull out, the hole was empty again. I went back to smoking my cigar and shortly after heard the top grunt and drop a load up my ass. Almost instantly, another cock was shoved up my ass, with an appreciative ‘nice’ said out loud, and my ass being slammed yet again. Another cock in front of my face appeared, long and thin, with a few piercings down the shaft. Much like before, both came without much much fuss, and in between, I continued to smoke my cigar, which was starting to get smaller and smaller. I occasionally would take a few hits on my poppers, enjoying the feeling of the warmth in my body as they did their work. This continued for the next hour and a half, and much to my dismay, my cigar was nearly spent. Looking down, I looked at my phone. Only 11:40. I didn’t really want to end before midnight, but I knew without the cigar, it wouldn’t be near as much fun for me for. And I also wanted to eventually cum as well. At my count, I had to have at least 9 loads in my ass, and another 7 loads in my stomach. Some guys had been verbal, others had thanked me for the use of my ass or mouth. My balls felt heavy and full of cum, and my ass was still hungry for more. I stood up, as there was a lull in the visitors to my holes, and debated getting the plug up my ass and getting dressed to leave when I heard a soft knock at the door. “Hey, it’s me…” the voice called out, at first not registering with me. I first, I was tempted to get dressed before answering the door, but then thought better of it. Most of these men had already or were likely willing to cum in my ass and mouth. Who cares if they saw me naked. I walked to the door and opening it a crack asked softly out loud. “Who?” A hand forced the door open and pushed me back, before quickly shutting it again. “Kyle, dumb shit,” the sexy skinhead before me replied. “H-Hey!” I said, with a smile on my face, as he immediately started stripping, “What’s up?” “My cock fucker,” he said with an evil grin, grabbing his cock and flicking it, the PA in it glaring evilly in the dim light, “I got your message and couldn’t wait to try out the kinky fucking shit we talked about.” Quickly, he pulled his shirt off and reached into the knapsack I had failed to notice him carrying inside the small room. Suddenly, he pulled out a large red and white box. “Had to see you taking all those fucking loads while we smoke these bad boys,” he said, tearing open the box and surprising me as he pulled out a box of Marlboro Reds and tossed them to me before pulling out one for himself. Watching him open the pack, I grabbed my next to completely spent cigar and inhaled a few drags as I followed his lead, before finally getting out one of the long white sticks. Grabbing the cigar butt from my mouth, he held the end to the Red, puffing it to life with a deep inhale and a load, guttural moan. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned, smoke pouring out before motioning to me to grab the butt and do the same, “needed that. You next. Rape those fucking lungs.” I followed his lead and quickly got the Red lit. With a deep inhale, I enjoyed the sensation. Less and different smoke, to be sure, but it was enjoyable none the less. And with the number of cigarette packs Kyle had brought, we would be having fun all night. “So, how many loads you had dumped in you so far tonight?” he asked, stroking his cock as he grabbed my ass cheek and dipped a finger in, grinning when my ass started dripping. “Nine, I think?” I said, as he grabbed his dick and stroking it, inhaling the red before nose jetting it, “I also ate another seven.” “Fuckin’ sexy cum whore!” he said, grinning and shoving two more fingers inside, “Want even more? Word is your ass is taking all sorts of tainted cock tonight.” Suddenly, several things hit me at once. First, the words of the owner of the big black cock hit me. Special swimmers, nasty fuck, getting pregnant… I had to have been fucked by a poz guy who was looking to gift. At first, I didn’t know how to feel. Shame, fear, lust, excitement… However, having not cum, my ass and cock and balls did all my thinking for me. Next, Kyle’s words. He definitely wanted to see me taking poz cock tonight. Much like Jackson, he must get off on the idea of bug chasing, or at least others chasing. “Fuck yeah,” I said, smiling wickedly as I looked down at my cock and watched as some of the anonymous loads dripped out of me while Kyle's fingers fucked my wet ass, some of the loads running down my balls and cock. I took a deep haul on the Red in my mouth and then let it dangle from my lips before continuing. “Get me all the toxic loads you can.” “Good,” he said, pulling them out and bending me back over before shoving my ass against the hole, “Gonna keep you smoking and huffing poppers as long as you keep that hole open for business. A lot of horny guys paid good money to be here tonight, and are wanting to fill you and breed you with their DNA.” I relaxed my hole open as I felt another anonymous cock press against my ass. Looking up, I watched as Kyle quickly smoked his red and stroked his metal filled cock, texting away on his phone. Grinning in reply, I started hauling on my red as the cock in my hole slammed away at my abused jizz-filled ass.

Don't understand the question... Why would a sub bottom need to cum? A versatile guy, sure. Or maybe a non-submissive bottom... But I don't think I've ever been with a submissive bottom who wanted to cum... Sub bottoms are supposed to go home and jack off to what just happened. It's also OK if they cum without touching themselves. But their dick is pretty irrelevant to the hookup with the top. Do other tops agree?

This started at a hole-in-the-wall neighborhood bar near downtown. This is a bar where MEN go to meet MEN. I ordered a beer, and was taking in the scene. The bar wasn't particularly busy, but it was still somewhat early, so I found a stool at the bar and settled in the wait, all the while admiring the hunky bartender. Initially I didn't notice the guy take the stool next to mine. He was an somewhat older fella, in his late 50's to early 60's, lean, grey for days; the Sam Elliot type. Somehow we introduced ourselves. His voice was, just like Elliot's, as gravelly as a country road, and his face was a roadmap of a hard life lived. This was a guy with a lot of mileage. Oh yeah, I was interested. Soon enough, I was in his house, naked, on my knees as he stood over me, unbuttoning his jeans to reveal a dirty jock. I started to pull it down, slowly revealing that beautiful biohazard tattoo above his bush. My jaw fell open. I locked onto his black eyes as his hard cock hit my chin. And I took him onto my mouth. The smell and taste of musk and sweat was intoxicating. He watched me service his cock like the submissive slut I was. I looked up at his face, at a look of entitlement and superiority. Yeah. He had that right. He was verbal too. Good and filthy. Told me exactly how to service his cock, his balls, how to work his nips. With that gravel voice, he called me his bitch, telling me directly "I'm gonna fuck your pussy, boy. I'm gonna seed you," and later "You know what you're gettin' tonight, boy? You want what I've got?" I shuddered and gasped, my cock and hole twitched in response. I stared at that tat above his rod and heard myself say,"Yes...please, please, I want it. I want it from you." I swallowed hard and bowed my head. He stepped away and finished undressing, "Show me your boy pussy", he growled. I responded instantly. With my knees on the edge of the bed, I spread my ass apart and showed him my cunt. The fucker dove in. He ate me out. Oh god, he was good. I felt his talented tongue. I felt the rasp of his mustache. His calloused hands. His fingers playing with my hole as he mumbled something unintelligible. Yeah, he had me moaning. This was happening, now. I had stepped off the ledge. There was no turning back. He was strong. He flipped me over. He lifted my legs and delivered them to me to hold. "Yeah...lift those legs in the air. Show me that pussy." I lifted them higher. He took in the scene. A look of satisfaction passed his face. In that moment, I knew I had become his bitch. Spitting on his hand, he coated his uncut meat. I watched as he kissed my hole with his ample wet foreskin. He looked me in the eye, and he pushed his raw cock deep into me. He held it there, allowing me to adjust to his girth, his heat. Absently, I murmured, "My pussy. Please...fuck my pussy...fuck my pussy...please, fuck my pussy." Over and over, barely a whisper, I said it. For in that moment, my fuckhole had become just that; a pussy to be bred. His cock hardened even more inside me. And he fucked me like he owned it. He fucked me legs up like the bitch I had become. And I swear to you; I felt whole. Abandoned to my base instincts. A stupid smile took residence on my face. I had given it all to him. For his part, he was pumping. Full bore drilling. Sweat dripping off of him and onto me. I felt him start to tense. His head fell back. And he roared as he shot inside me. I swear I felt every volley of cum course from his hairy balls, through his veiny cock, and I to my cum hungry cunt. Without having touched myself, I began to cum on my belly. Not in shots, but like a slow faucet. We both watched as it poured from me like syrup. He ground himself into me...for a good long time, churning his sick seed into me until he was satisfied. Then he slowly slid his cock out, and replaced it with two of his fingers. I felt his ragged nails scrape along inside me. I was about to yelp. "Shhhhh...There ya go!", he hissed, adding "Need to make sure, don't we?" He smiled sadistically at me, "Don't we?" It was too much to bear. I choked-out a yell as my cock spewed out yet another load. He held his fingers before me, slimed with cum and tinged with red. "Oh, yeah, beautiful. Verrrrry promising." My whole body convulsed at the realization. I honestly don't remember what happened immediately afterwards. I don't remember dressing. I don't remember driving back to my hotel. The next thing I knew I was standing in the shower in my hotel room and watching, transfixed, as the water would occasionally turn a soft pink as it swirled down the floor drain....

Lets get some talk about "after breeding" activity. I get off on felching cum filled hole when it's overflowing with seed loads. The taste and aroma of pigsex and hole juices, piss and cum is so fucking hot. Love to share the loads with the bottom I just fucked.

I found this on another site, and just had to share it with you.... I had been fantasizing about sucking a big black cock for a long time. Looking at websites and pictures on the net, mesmerized by the sight of black cock. I finally couldn't take it any longer, I decided I needed to try sucking one. I went on the web and found a sight that listed gloryholes in the area. I posted a note asking which ones were frequented by black guys and if I would be able to find black cock. After a couple of days, I received a response from a guy who pointed out two movie theatres in the area that were frequented by blacks. He assured me I would find black cock there. He knew both places and they were in black neighbourhood’s and were known as places where white guys went to suck black cock. He told me to be careful because the area was not too safe at night, but he said that once I was in the theatre, it was fine. He also gave me what seemed like a strange warning. He told me to be careful with black cock. He said that there were guys who started sucking black cock and became addicted. Once they were hooked, they started going to look for black cock anywhere they could, and would put themselves in compromising situations just to satisfy their lust. He said that there were black guys who knew this and took advantage of these black crazed cocksuckers. He told me to be careful. At the time, I thought it was a little extreme, I was not one of those guys who went out looking for sex all the time. I rarely did this, but I wanted to satisfy my fantasy and see if it was all that it was cracked up to be. One night, I decided it was time to check the place out. I waited until late at night to avoid too much traffic. The place I went to was an old movie theatre that was open all night and played straight and bi movies. I parked my car a couple of blocks down the street and walked to the theatre. There were some black guys standing outside smoking, but there didn't seem to be much action going on. I walked past them and I heard one of them snicker and say something I couldn't make out. The others smiled and glanced at me. I became embarrassed almost immediately. I remembered what the guy on the website had said, that this place was known for white guys looking to suck black cock and I thought these guys outside were thinking that about me and laughing. The feeling was strange. I was embarrassed but a little aroused at the same time. I was aroused at the thought of finally sucking a black cock, but also at the thought of these guys knowing why I was there and taking a superior attitude towards me. I walked inside and paid the entrance fee. The guy behind the counter said nothing and barely noticed me. I walked through some heavy velvet curtains and immediately saw and heard a straight porn movie. There were three guys fucking a woman silly. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could make out peoples' heads in the seats. There were only about six people sitting and watching the movie. I remembered on the webpage it had described the place and the posting had said that there were gloryholes to the right of the theatre. I walked towards the right and saw a faint red light indicating another doorway covered with heavy velvet. I walked through and down a corridor. The place was very dimly lit and I was barely able to see anything. Then I saw them, the gloryholes. There was a partition along the hallway with a small sign that said feeders and eaters, with arrows pointing to the left for the feeders and right for the eaters. I knew what I was here for, so I went to the right. There were a series of holes cut in the partition wall with small dividers separating them, kind of like a men's bathroom with urinals. There seemed to be no one around, apparently, I was the only eater. I went down the hallway and picked a hole far down where nobody could see me. I was protected by the darkness of the place. In front of each hole, there were small stools, so I sat down and waited to see what happened. I waited for what seemed like forever, but I finally heard someone walking down the other side of the hallway. My heart started pounding. I was nervous because not only was this going to be my first black cock, but I had never been in a gloryhole before. I suddenly heard someone stop in front of my hole. I am very nervous now! The hole was big enough for me to see there was someone there, but it was so dark that I couldn't make out much through the hole. As I waited in anticipation, I was startled by a low voice that suddenly said, "You ready for some dick?" I was caught off guard by this but I was immediately excited and more nervous because the voice was definitely a black guy's voice. I hesitated but, finally responded a feeble "yes". I heard a zipper go down and some ruffling of clothes. This made me even more nervous and excited, my heart was pounding! I suddenly see a large black cock start to slide through the gloryhole and point towards me. It was big and cut and semi-hard already. It must have been eight or nine inches, at least the part sticking through the hole! I just stared at it for a second. It looked hot sticking through the wall and throbbing, pointing at my face. I started to get really hot just looking at it. The voice suddenly said, "You gonna suck it or what?" This brought me out of my trance and I knew it was the moment of truth. I reached up and grabbed the hot throbbing cock in my hand and slowly started to massage it, making it harder as I did so. Then I just plunged in and did what I had come for, I opened my mouth and slid the cock in as far as it would go and started to suck it slowly, moving my mouth back and forth along the hard shaft. I knew I was doing OK because I could hear him moan, his cock was clean and he had a musky masculine smell to him. The taste of his cock immediately made my mouth water and I noticed I was starting to make slurping sounds as I sucked on his cock. I was becoming intoxicated by the taste and smell of his black cock in my mouth. I let go of his cock and got on my knees with my hands pressed against the wall. My body connected to the cock sticking through the hole only through my mouth, my head moving slowly back and forth and sliding my lips and tongue along his hard black cock shaft. The more I established a rhythm of sucking, the more I started to moan and slobber all over his cock. He started moaning louder and louder, saying, "Oh fuck yeah, suck that cock! Suck it good". I was getting hot as hell and hard as a rock, my cock straining in my pants. I started taking more of his cock into my mouth until my nose and lips were starting to touch the wall. I was in such a passion that I did not even think about the dirty wall! Now I started moaning like crazy, I was unaware of what I was doing, not realizing I was probably making a lot of noise. My mouth continued to water and saliva was now dripping out of the sides of my mouth as I furiously sucked on this black cock. I was in a trance of black cock. The sound of the guy moaning and saying, "Suck it, suck it good cocksucker. That's it. Oh yeah, don't stop", only made me hotter. I was obviously doing a good job and all I wanted at that moment was to please him and make him cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste the cum of a black cock, I wanted to feel it explode in my mouth. Suddenly, he said, "Oh fuck, take it, take it all cocksucker" and he started to cum in my mouth. I felt his cum hit the back of my throat and my tongue with force. He was cumming like crazy! I started to swallow as fast as I could, but this guy just kept cumming and it started to come out the sides of my mouth. I kept sucking feverishly and trying to swallow as much as I could. "Clean it up cocksucker, lick it clean for me", he said as I did what he asked. I was in a total state of frenzy, a feeding frenzy if you will. I wanted more black cock, I was not finished yet. As I licked his cock clean, he said, "Oh yeah, you a good cocksucker, boy. That was some good sucking. You one of them white boys that like black cock, aren't you cocksucker?" As I continued to lick his cock, I mumbled, "Yes, I love black cock." I didn't even realize what I was saying at that point, I was still mesmerized by the smell and taste of his cock and the feeling of it sliding in and out of my mouth, and all I wanted was more! "I got more black dick for you if you want it", he said. "Yes, I want more black cock", I said as I was still licking his semi-hard cock, sliding my tongue up and down the sides and wishing I could taste his balls that were stuck on the other side of the hole. "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes and I'll give you all the black cock you want." When he said this, he slid his cock back through the hole and I was left on my knees with my mouth wanting more. Still in my frenzy of cock and flushed by the new experience of sucking black cock, I got up and went to the bathroom. I had to go through the screening room to get to the bathroom, and two guys watching the movie looked over at me as I came out of the gloryhole place. They obviously knew what I had been doing, because they had probably seen the black guy walk out before me. When I reached that bathroom, I looked in the mirror and saw that I had some streaks of cum on my chin and hair, and then it struck me, I had just sucked a black guy's cock in a movie theatre and he must have cum so much and with such force that I had not even noticed the cum on my face! If I hadn't come to the bathroom, I would have walked outside like this! I started to come out of the cock haze I had been in and started to clean up. I was getting a little nervous again but all I could do was think about what I had just done. I could not get that cock out of my mind. The thought of it was making me stay hard as a rock in my pants. I was going over the scene in my head in detail, I was almost consumed with the idea of the cock I had just sucked and also confused and nervous. I had almost forgotten I had said I would meet the guy in the bathroom, and then the door to the bathroom opened. Three black guys walk in. One guy was in his late thirties or so and well built, the other two were younger, maybe late twenties or early thirties and they were all well built. "This is the cocksucker I was telling you about", said the older first guy. He was obviously the guy I had just sucked. "This bitch just sucked the hell out of my dick and wants more cock, and he loves black cock", he said with a smile on his face. I just stood there in a bit of shock. This guy had just walked into the bathroom with two other black guys and he was calling me a bitch and a cocksucker and saying I loved black cock, I couldn't believe what I had gotten myself into! "He swallowed all my nut and licked my dick clean. You should have heard this bitch moaning on my dick! We got ourselves a white cocksucker that likes black cock." They laugh as he says this. I start to get embarrassed and nervous, but my cock is rock hard. "Look at this cocksucker, his dick is hard as a rock just thinking about sucking more black cock!" "Let's give him some, then", says one of the other guys. The two younger ones start to unzip their pants and move towards me. I stay frozen in place, not sure what to do, but the sight of their cocks dangling in the air and walking towards me is mesmerizing. I can't take my eyes off them. They dangle obscenely in from of me, large and throbbing, two black cocks ready for sucking. "Let's go, bitch, start sucking", says one of them. I just drop to my knees in front of them and grab one cock in each hand. As I lick one of them, I massage the other with my hand. I trade off from one to the other, licking the heads and the shafts of their cocks until I start to suck them in turn. I notice that one of the guys I'm sucking has huge balls and I think of the amount of cum that they must hold. I raise his cock up and begin to lick and suck at his ball sack. They are both moaning and making lewd comments about me. The older guy is just watching and smiling. "Suck that dick, cocksucker. Suck it good, bitch. Eat that black dick!" as they get hotter at the feeling of my sucking, they begin to grab my head by the hair and pull my head towards them, forcing me to take more of their cocks, guiding me from one cock to the next. As I suck one cock deep, the other one is rubbed across my face and placed on my head, resting there like some sort of obscene hat, the balls pressing against the side of my face and my ear. They two guys I'm sucking are laughing at the sight of this, "Look at this cocksucking bitch! You love black dick all over you, don't you, bitch? Look at me when I talk to you cocksucker!" I look up at them with a cock still in my mouth and they laugh at the sight. "You love black dick, don't you?" as I try to answer, the one asking presses my head towards his cock and all I can manage is a moan. They laugh more. I am now switching from one cock to the other, saliva and precum all over my face, neck and hair. I am impregnated with the smell of their cocks and balls all over me. I suck and moan furiously from one cock to the next, back in my cock daze and wanting them to come in my mouth and on my face. As I suck on their huge cocks, I massage their balls with my hands, one on each ball sack, I can feel them boiling up to the braking point and know they are going to cum all over me like crazy. "Oh fuck, swallow that cum, bitch", says the one who is in my mouth as he explodes. I try to swallow all I can as he keeps cumming. He pulls out of my mouth and as I go to suck the other one, the one with the really big balls, cum drips out of my mouth and down my chin, a trail of cum hangs from the tip of his cock to the side of my face when I take the other one in my mouth. I start to suck hard, wanting him to cum also. While I suck, the one who just came smears the side of my face with the leftover cum from his cock. I'm covered in cum now. "Look at that cocksucker. This bitch is hungry for black cock, can't get enough cum. You nasty ass bitch full of cum on your face!" He slaps my face with his cock as he says this. I just close my eyes and keep sucking the second cock, waiting for the eruption of cum from those huge balls. "You want my nut, bitch?", asks the second one. "Mmmmm, mmmm", is all I can manage as I suck and look up at his face. I can feel his balls shifting in my hand and I know he is getting ready to cum. I suck as hard as I can. "I'm gonna fill you with cum, faggot! Eat it all, bitch. Ahhhhh!", he says as he cums glob after glob in my mouth. He pushes my head back and takes his cock out of my mouth and continues to shoot loads of cum on my face. I open my mouth but he shoots past it so that I am hit by hot and thick strings of cum across my face, from my forehead to my chin. "Lick it up cocksucker. Man, you was right, this bitch is a real cocksucking faggot. You love black dick, don't you, faggot?" when I don't answer, he pulls my head back by my hair. "I said, you love black dick, don't you faggot?" "Yes, sir, I love black cock", I respond feebly. They laugh as I continue to suck and lick and clean up all the cum on their cocks. The older guy, who has been watching this spectacle all along says, "I told you this bitch was a real cocksucker. Look at his pants!" They all look down, including me, and realize I've creamed my pants, a huge cum stain emanating from my crotch area. "Damn! This bitch gets off from sucking dick and eating cum and he didn't even touch himself!" says one of the younger ones. "That's the sign of a true cocksucker" comments the older one. "I told you we found ourselves a real cocksucker, a white boy that loves the taste of black cock in his mouth! This bitch can't get enough black cock now." They laugh again. I am left embarrassed and exhausted, kneeling on the floor of a bathroom, covered in the cum of three black men. As I try to wipe some of the cum from my face, I remember the warning the internet guy gave me about black cock.

I had just turned 18 and had an itch to loss my virginity it kept me awake at night and hard all day something had to give and this is my story of how I got more than I bargained for. So let me tell you a little about myself 18, 140 pound with a 28 inch waist, very athletic I was very proud of my defined body, six pack ab’s net cropped black hair, my cock however was only average. Everything in my life changed when I left home for college and joined an internet hook up site. I had posted a couple of pictures of myself in particular my smooth bubble butt with the note virgin needs to lose his cherry. Well I got a lot of attention but this one guy got my attention he was 35 his pictures showed that he was fit, had an 8 inch cock and heavy balls, the thing which really stood out was he was hairless which made his cock and balls look so sexy. He message me quit simply “would be happy to take your cherry boi”. I messaged him back and he gave me his address and time to be round, damn I was nervous but messaged him back and said ok cu soon. I turned up on time and knocked on his door, soon it was opened and this hunk of a man stood there and invited me in. He was really nice and offer me a Vodka to calm my nerves I quickly drunk it down and started feeling really relaxed to the point where I could not move it must have been laced. The next thing I remember was finding myself blindfolded, gagged, naked unable to move I had been restrained to some kind of cross what was scary was I could hear that there where now three guys in the room, they started groping my body one of the guys said lets give him a shave the next thing I knew I could feel a set of clippers removing my underarm hair, they then removed all my pubic hair and hair on my legs, finally they wet shaved me from head to foot and oiled me all over.. Then I felt one of the guys slipped a cock ring in over my cock and balls, I thought I was going to burst, my cock had never been this hard, he’s nearly ready lets give him some lady T one of the guys then stretched out my arm and I felt the sharp scratch of a needle going into my vein, 30 seconds later I was flying and felt so horny. Right lets take this virgin hole he’s ready one of the guys said as they released me. I was then made to stand on a small platform and my feet where strapped down, I felt a hand on the small of my back gently bending me over my neck and arms where placed in groves and then the top part was lowered over and I heard the snap of a lock, I had be placed into stocks, now my legs where being moved part and upwards exposing my virgin cherry. My gag and blindfold were removed and I could see a tv screen in front of me showing my hairless body naked the cameras then focused in on my white glistening bubble butt, my pure virgin was exposed, pink and like a little rose bud. The three guys where all naked their heavy cocks all erect moved round to my head the first guy had a nice thick piece of cock with covered with a foreskin he pushed forward to my lips said open boy I opened my lips and he slowly pulled the skin back to relieve the head which had pre cum leaking out, I instinctively stuck out my tongue and I licked it up, it tasted so sweet as he pushed more of his cock down my throat I worked it all the way down using my tongue getting him really wet, this kid is a hell of a cocksucker he said as he pulled out, the other two guys (one a black guy who’s cock must have been nearly 10 inches) then took turns in fucking my throat the guy who I had messaged (Danny) said I’m first remember I’ll brake his hole and fill him with his first load. The guys all moved behind my and once again I could see my smooth white bubble butt and pink cherry on the screen in front, then one of the guys wrote on my back (virgin hole to be filled with POZ cum, I was so high that I didn’t take in the meaning, how stupid) with a small arrow pointing at my virgin hole. I was so drugged up and horny by now I said for fuck sake somebody fuck me, how dim! Danny moved behind me and lined up his cock on my tiny smooth pink hole and the next thing I felt was the head of his thick cock slick with pre cum pushing against my ring he thrust really hard but my cherry hole wasn’t giving in, at which point the black guy said I have an idea no lube just pure cum and set about swallowing my cock down to the root, dear god he was a fucking expert and in no time my sack tightened, my balls pulsed and sent a powerful load to the head of my cock, one of the guys had a camera focused on my balls and cock and you could clearly see my balls pushing the cum up my shaft at which point I exploded into the black guys mouth with the heaviest load I had ever delivered. The black guy with a mouth full of my cum then got behind me and deposited my sticky load on the crack of my butt, the cum made its way down to my hole where Danny’s cock was still pushing on my ring, suddenly the head of his cock covered in my cum had broken through, I screamed my hole was on fire as I looked at the screen I could see his cock covered in my cum slowly pushing into my hole. He told me to relax and breathe, as I did Danny pushed more of his thick hard cock into me, you like that don’t you boi he said as more cock stretched my hole finally I could feel his smooth balls my butt, “yes sir, I love it” then he said I’m in boys, fuck him hard Danny one of the guys said as he pulled back then pushed in deep again, the pain went and I could feel the head of his cock massaging my prostrate soon he was piston fucking my arse his balls where slapping my butt, damn I realised his cock was raw in my hole and shouted out condom, the guys all laughed No condom boi your going to be breed like the little cum dump you are, Danny’s positive and your going to get filled with is charged load you stupid boi, we are going to own you and whore you out as our personal cum dump. The warmth of Danny’s slick cock in my hole was sensational I had never in my short life felt so amazing at that moment I new I was meant to be a bottom slut. Danny moved position above me and I could feel his sweet dipping down my back as he started picking up the pace, he was now pulling all the way out and then slamming back to the hilt. It was an amazing sight seeing myself getting fucked on the screen this powerful cock filling my arse, after a short while my hole had dilated so much that he could push in easily, the feeling was sensational I was in pig heaven begging him to fuck me hard and harder at which point I could feel the head of his cock growing in my hole, all thoughts of his positive cock fucking me raw had gone out of my mind all I wanted was Danny to breed me with his cum. I’m going to cum Danny shouted as his balls contracted and pushed his charged seed to the head of his cock, he pulled all the back then deep pulling me back onto his cock as his helmet shot the first volley of poz cum deep inside my bowels I could feel his cock pulsing in my hole as more and more charged poz cum shot from his cock at the same point I shot another load from my cock, I was used and had never felt better. Wow that was so hot fuck Danny said as he slowly pulled out of my wrecked hole. I could then feel somebody writing on my back again the virgin had been crossed out and replaced with CUMDUMP it now read CUMDUMP to be filled with POZ cum “Please guys I need more” I said, damn you picked up a really slut the Latino guy said all I knew was that I needed to be fucked. Ok lets put him in the sling Danny said as I was released from the my restraints and the stocks Danny’s cum was leaking out of my wreaked hole down my leg. I was quickly lifted into the sling my legs and arms spread and I was once again totally vulnerable. The Latino who’s body was tanned, muscular sporting a cock which was hard and dripping pre-cum got down and started rimming my hole, oh my god I had gone to heaven the sensation was unreal after 5 minutes of pure pleasure at the end of his tongue the Black guy (who’s name was Carl) said Max fuck him I need some, with that Max pushed his cock to the entrance of my hole and slowly pushed in as he did his foreskin rolled back and his raw helmet stretched its way through my ring. Max was thicker than Danny but it felt so good soon he was all the way in and he started full stroke fucking me I was loving this he pulled out and said “lets make sure we knock him up good” he then shoved two fingers in my boi pussy and scratched the inner walls of my hole after a short time he pulled them out and I could see pink trails of blood mixed with Danny’s cum Max said he’ll get fully charged now as he slammed his hard dick back in balls deep with one powerful thrust, yeah poz that hole Carl shouted as Max was now fucking me so hard Max fucked my hole so hard I shot another load over my smooth body and face, once again I could feel a cock growing in my hole and then he flooded my hole with his cum his cock was twitching as his cum was going deep in my bowels. When he finally pulled out he stood over my head and pushed his cock which was covered in blood and cum down my throat. I was still horny and said “please help a boi out Carl” he didn’t need a second invitation. The guys got me out of the sling and set me up on all fours in front of the screen again, Danny said you need to watch as Carls brakes you in too with his club of a cock. Carl looked like a Nubian warrior as he got in front of me and pushed his cock down my throat until he was throat fucking me his big black balls slapping my chin. As soon as he pulled out he moved behind my little white bubble butt and moved it up and down my arse crack I could see this all on the screen it looked huge, I began to get a little scared as I felt his huge black cock pushing at my hole, wait said Danny gag him he’s going scream the place down, what was I thinking I screamed into the ball gag as Carl pushed his meat into my hole, it was so big, you like that big black cock in your hole don’t you boi Carl said, “only half way” Carl said and its going all the way as he pushed more in, it looked so big on the screen this heavy black meat slowly pushing into my shiny white butt the contrast was amazing, “that’s it boi take it” as his cock made its way deep, soon I could feel his cock banging against the inner ring of my hole, “hold him tight guys” Carl said as Danny and Max grabbed hold of my shoulders, last 3 inches boy as he grunted pulled back and then slammed his cock straight tarring through my inner ring his balls bottoming out, Carl proceeded to fuck me pulling all the way out and slamming back to the hilt. The other guys had both fucked me good but this was a different level, pain gave way to pleasure and the guys removed my gag as soon as it was out I started telling Carl to fuck me hard, breed me with your seed. This sent Carl into overdrive and he power fucked his huge ebony cock pulled all the way out of my pink hole and then slamming back in his balls smashing my balls, he fucked me hard for about ten minutes until his sack was no longer slamming my butt as it had grown hard and filled with his positive load, Danny had got the camera focused in of Carls sack and I could see his balls swelling and pushing cum up his monster cock, then he stopped “not yet” he said as he slowed down and pulled his meat right out of my hole. “bend him right over” Carl instructed Max as soon as my legs where over my head his cock was aimed at my gapping hole, Carl pushed in and his cock was soon given deeper his weight was power fucking me into the floor and sensation was incredible as I could feel his cock started to swell, no stopping this time as his cum pushed up his shaft and his cock exploded his toxic load past my inner ring deep in my bowels, I lost count of the number of times his black cock had shot is poisonous seed into my guts, all I could think was this is what I was meant to be in life to be fucked and filled by as many cocks as I could. When he finally pulled out, he grabbed my face and kissed me telling me what an amazing fuck I had been. Taking me to the dark side to cum, if you want?

Living in a big city like Atlanta is great but sometimes you want to head out of the hustle and bustle craziness of close quarters to the wide open spaces of the country. Or at least I do having been born in a more rural area. Such was the case last week. I had accrued vacation time that was going to expire on June 1st and was not about to hand over more of my life to the company than I have to. So I packed took packed a bag and headed off in the jeep to a friend's house in the country. On the drive I remembered how much we used to explore together. Boy scouts, tree houses, camping in the backyard, and each other. I had not seen him in some time but was hard in the jeep in my shorts all the way there. Was greeted as I arrived to him and his hot boyfriend sitting on the back porch smoking weed. After intros and a couple of drinks we headed downstairs to the outdoor hottub together....

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN AT THE SAME SEX PARTY IN A BAR THAT I WAS......BUT HEY.....THOSE POZ SEX VENUES ARE ALL OVER THE LARGE URBAN CITIES OF THE WORLD AND ONE IS MUCH LIKE THE OTHERS.....FULL OF SWEATY HARNESSED CUMDUMPS, PIGS, PUPS, PISS PIGS, BEARS, CUBS, MUSCLED MEN.......EVERYONE SMELLING OF TESOSTERONE AND LEAKING ASS JUICES FROM HUNGRY CLEANED OUT BUT WELL FUCKED KUNTS (FOR THE MOST PART CLEANED). THE SMELL OF LEATHER, RUBBER, POPPERS, CUMLOADS, RIPE ASS AND RIPE ARM PITS, PISS FILLS THE AIR. FOR A FURRY TOPMAN LIKE ME IT'S AN INSTANT HARDON AS SOON AS I WALK IN THE ENTRANCE.....THE SMELL OF PIGSEX LUST! SO MANY HUNGRY KUNTS TO OPENLY FUCK IN FRONT OF THE CROWD....SO MANY DICK SUCKERS LICKING THEIR LIPS AS THEY CRUISE THE GROWING BULGE OF MY DICK. DARK AREAS IN THE BACK AND FAR CORNERS ATTRACT MY ATTENTION WITH THE MOANS OF POZ MEN FUCKING CHASERS OVERFLOWING WITH FUCKSLOP. ARMS DEEP INSIDE HUNGRY MANKUNTS MOANING FOR DEEPER FISTS. I AM DOWN ON MY KNEES AT A WELL FUCKED HOLE SLURPING BACK THE GUT WARMED LOADS THAT TRICKLE OUT OF HIS SWOLLEN KUNT LIPS. I PASS A MOUTHFULL OF THE FUCKSLOP TO ONE OF THE PIGS STANDING AROUND JERKING AND HE IMMEDIATELY BLOWS HIS LOAD ALL OVER THE BACKSIDE OF THE PIG I JUST FELCHED. THE PIG MOANS AND BEGS FOR ME TO LICK UP THE SPENT CUM ALL OVER HIS ASS AND PASS IT TO HIS MOUTH. I START AT HIS GAPED KUNT FIRST AND SUCK BACK A HUGE FLOW OF GUT WARMED FUCKSLOP AND HIS ASS JUICES. THIS AND THE CUM ALL OVER HIS ASS I LET DRIBBLE FROM MY MOUTH INTO THE CUMPIG'S MOUTH. HE'S FUCKIN' BESIDE HIMSELF WITH CUM LUST AND I WHISPER IN HIS EAR AFTER WE'VE TONGUED TOGETHER THE FUCKSLOP FROM HIS ASS, THAT I WANT TO POZ FUCK HIM.....HE'S SUDDENLY TURNED INTO A SEX CRAZED ANIMAL AND YELLS AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS...."FUCK ME SIR.....FUCK ME....I WANT YOUR TOXIC SEED IN ME." AS I SLIDE IN MY HARD POZ DICK A GROWING CROWD OF PIGS FORMS.... ALL JERKING AND PLAYING WITH THEIR OWN OR OTHER'S DICKS. THIS IS WHAT I'M HERE FOR.....THE PENT UP EXCITEMENT OF POZ FUCKING A CUM OBSESSED DUMP AND I KNOW THAT WHEN I FINISH WITH HIM THAT THERE'S LOTS OF OTHERS TO FUCK. TIME IN PIGSEX HEAVEN WELL SPENT!

Wonder if Aaron gets pimped out by Jessie, or if Jessie really loves him.

need some seeeeed

Not quite the same subject, but my ex lover used to back up into me and have me Fuck him totally asleep! He had the okay for this and I tell you there is nothing like waking up and fucking the man you love ♥

Fucking a guy who is passed out. I don't want to be a prude, but I think that is called rape.

Found these on twitter, thought they might help

Go to "clube dos pauzudos", amazing nacked sex party! Lots of action there.

One other option is missing....enjoying a skilled Top so fucking much that a bottom cums hands free. Yes, I agree that a true bottom's role is to satiate the Top's cock until he can no longer become fully erect and his balls are completely drained. However, there are those rare Tops who's cock size and fuck skills are so fucking outstanding that they can give their bottom the truly amazing experience of a P-spot orgasm.

Wish i was kate but you wouldnt need to get me drunk to get me into bed. Love hotel baresex.

Hi anyone around for a fuck? Feeling mega horny and my wet pussy needs some cock.

Oh trust me it was a team effort! I was the football, well the piece of meat being passed around! I wouldn't have gotten those loads with out the team of tops!

Dad’s Basement Part Thirty Eight Doc’s basement was nothing like ours, well at least this part wasn’t. We had entered a waiting room, complete with out of date magazines. I was a bit surprised and puzzled, wondering if this was really where he practiced medicine, or was this some sort of role-playing set up. “What’s wrong?” Dad asked. “It's just not what I expected,” I answered. “It’s not always about fucking, most of the time yes, but not always.” Dad pushed a button and somewhere in the back a bell went off. I assumed it was Doc’s way of knowing his next patient had arrived. I flopped down into a chair to wait my turn. Of course this wasn’t a great idea, pain surged through me once my ass hit the seat. It wasn’t long until a door opened and I expected to see Luis or Jose, hell what ever his name was, standing there, but his man I didn’t know. He was a tall black man dressed in scrubs and they looked like they were about to pop. His muscular body was stretching them to their limits and his crotch was bulging outwards. “Matt?” he said. I stood up and moved towards him. He had extended his hand and I grabbed and shook it. His hand was rough and dry. “You want me to come with you, son?” Dad asked me. “I’m a big boy Daddy, I can do this by myself,” I replied as the black guy and I walked through the door and into a hall. “Good luck,” Dad said. The man led me to a small room at the end of the hall. We both went in and I sat down on the exam table. “Doc knows why you are here, so strip and wait for him, please.” I jumped up and removed my shirt before the man could leave. I turned and bent over, dropping my chest, exposing my ass to him. I made sure that my crack opened giving him a little show of my pucker. I could hear him emit a slight moan as he observed my little show. However, I even got to a full standing position, he was gone and the door was shut. I sat back down on the exam table and looked around the room. It appeared to be a routine medical office. Was I missing something? As perverted as my Dad and his friends were, there would have to be something I couldn’t see. There was a soft knock and Doc entered. “Matt, I heard your hole has had some trauma?” “Well, Dax had Dad pretend rape me for a live sex show and things got a little out of control.” “Yeah, I saw that, shot two loads when it was live and two more from my recording.” “Really?” “Yeah, it was fucking hot” he said. “We fucked again when we got home and I wanted it rough again.” “And now pain.” “Yeah, and not the good kind.” “Well, put your feet up and let’s take a look.” I did as I was told and put my feet up in the stirrups, leaving my ass open for him to exam me. He grabbed a tube of lube and put a little on his finger. He sat on a stool at in front of my ass and began to exam me. I felt him pull open my hole, slowly and gently, moving his head in for a closer look. It was only seconds, when he stood up. “There's nothing really major, just a superficial scratch in your ring. It will heal on its own. I'll give you a cream to put on it to ease the pain, but this will put your hole out of commission for about two weeks.” “Damn, no dick.” He just shook his head. He was standing at the end of the table. I watched him unbutton his white lab coat, then unzip his pants. Reaching inside he pulled out his semi hard cock and his balls. They hung down in front of him. “Doc, I thought you said 'no dick'?” “Were you really going to obey that advice?” I pushed my pucker out, winking at him, enticing him. His cock twitched as I pushed my hole out over and over, it grew until it was rock hard. He spread some lube onto his cock and pushed in. I tensed up in pain. “Relax, it will only hurt for a moment,” Doc said. I took a deep breath as he slid his cock deep into my hole, his belt buckle pressed against my ass cheeks as he pushed deeper into me. I moaned loudly. “Don’t worry boy, the only people that can here you are your Dad and my nurse James. And if I know your father he's riding that black cock as I speak.” “I dumped a load in Dad this morning, so he has some lube.” “Might need a bit more than that. James is hung, over eleven inches.” “Damn, I would like to see Daddy taking that." My mind started thinking about James sitting in a chair, scrub pants around his ankles and Dad sliding his ass up and down on his big black cock. My own cock was getting hard, not just from the mental picture but from Doc’s big cock in my hole. “James is always horny, dumped two loads up my hole this morning,” Doc casually remarked. I reached down and grabbed Doc’s shirt and pushed him back only to pull him in hard, driving is cock in and out of my hole. That was until he pulled my hand off. “On no you little fucker, I’m in the driver’s seat, you're just the ride!” Doc took off his lab coat and started to unbutton his shirt. I watched as he exposed his chest to me. As he did this he slowly moved his cock in and out of my hole. I slid my hand down to my cock and slowly ran my hand up and down the hard shaft. Doc increased his speed of fucking my hole, his nut sac and his belt still hitting my ass as he drove into me deep. His cock felt truly amazing in my hole, and the pain that I had experienced was now pleasure. Of course, I was slowly discovering that pain was a pleasure, even intense pain. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, as Doc increased the force of him driving into me. The table was making all kinds of noise, squeaks, rattles and was moving a bit as he slammed his cock into me. He bent over and slid his arms under me, and looked them around my back, instinctively I did the same, but around his neck. He lifted me up off the table and I slowly dropped down onto his cock, impaling myself of his thick, hard cock. “Good boy” he said, “hold tight." Doc opened the door to the room and headed down the hallway and back out into the waiting room. As we got closer I could hear the sounds of someone being fucked and knew it was Dad and James. Doc reached for the door that was separating the hall and the waiting room, as he opened it I squeezed my ass around his cock. Doc turned to close the door and I got my first view of Dad and James. They were both naked and James was sitting in a middle chair, Dad was facing away from James and was slowly lifting and lowering his ass on James' cock. The contrast between the two was so erotic. Doc lifted me off his cock, placing me on the floor. I was on my hands and knees between Dad’s legs. He then shifted, putting his feet on the chairs next to James, one on each side. Doc rammed his cock in and pushed me forward, closing the gap between me and James’ cock. “Lick his cock and balls as your Daddy fucks himself on it,” James instructed. I didn’t need to be told twice, my tongue was out and licking the shaft of his cock as soon as it would appear out of my Dad’s ass. I was amazed that Dad was sitting on the whole fucking thing. It was massive not only in length but girth, so, even when Dad was all the way down on it, I had plenty to lick, not the least of which being his massive dark nut sac. Doc was steadily fucking my hole, slamming into me harder and harder, smashing my face in James sac. Dad’s cock and balls were bouncing off the top of my head as he moved up and down James’ shaft. Dad pulled off James’ cock and I seized it quickly in my mouth, sliding as far down on it as I could. I could feel the big black cock cutting off my airway and I slid back on it, I could taste Dad’s ass juice and my load from earlier. I wrapped my finger around the base and held it straight up for Dad to sit back down on it. He had turned so he was now facing James so his beautiful hairy ass would now be in my view. I watched as his hole stretched open and James’ big cock slid inside. My own cock jumped at the sight. Dad started to ride James’ cock again, this time he was moving faster. James’ hands were cupping Dad’s hairy cheeks and guiding him up and down his shaft. Doc was fucking my hole at nearly the same pace that Dad and James were fucking. “Work my nips, Drew,” James said to my Dad. Dad’s fingers grabbed James’ nipples and began to twist and pinch them, I could see his muscles move in his arms as he did this. James liked his nipples worked hard, it seemed. I started to lick James’ sac again, but this time sucking his nuts into my mouth. “Squeeze them you little fucker” James yelled. I reached up and wrapped my fist around them, while Doc grabbed my hips to help steady me. I slowly applied pressure to his sac, squeezing harder and harder. I could see his head was thrown back. I tighten my grip and squeezed harder. Doc was pounding my hole, ramming his cock in and out, and at some point had started to remove his cock completely and then ramming it back in. I knew my hole would be gape wide open after this. Dad was still fucking himself on James’ cock. I could feel his balls tightening up in my fist, so I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Fuck, going breed your hairy hole, Drew, gonna shoot.” I could feel his body stiffen up as his cock and balls started to jump. I had a close up view of the contractions of his cock as he emptied his load into my Dad’s hole. It just kept pulsating, even as Dad sat on it. Doc slammed his cock into me and I felt his cock pulse and twitch in my hole. I was getting my first load of the day and it only made me want more. I really wanted to slide down on James’ cock. Rip in my hole or not. I wanted that cock. Dad slowly raised off of James’ cock, I leaned in and engulfed the big black head in my mouth. It was still leaking cum and I slid down, again taking it in until I was choking myself. “Maybe your pussy can take it all, little man,” James said. “That’s something I want to see,” Dad said. “Let’s move to the bedroom” Doc suggested. All four of us got up and headed up to Doc’s bedroom, where I was tossed on the bed. “Looks like little man is ready for a good old fashioned gang bang,” James said.

Part 18 Bam Bam gave Charlie a ride home early Monday morning. Right after he disappeared into the house Bam Bam saw his father down the street. He slowly drove towards him with his window rolled down. Bam Bam let him know that everything h e wanted was accomplished. He had been exposed to Bam Bam's un-medicated virus through multiple loads deep in his ass along with dirty needles that contained some of his poz blood. He also reported that by the end of the couple days his son was openly asking for Tina any way he could get it into his body. His son was given a small amount of Tina, a pipe a one dirty needle to inject himself with if he desperately wanted to slam. Bam Bam was handed an envelope containing $1500 as Charlie's father said, "Half now, the other half converts." Bam Bam told the man, "I figure he'll be poz 7 to 10 days." He was basing the tie frame on when Robbie converted after his weekend visiting. Robbie began to feel slightly ill one week after his visit. His conversion was solely from poz cum he had deposited inside his ass from himself and Matt. He figured the added poz blood he received in the dirty needles along with the extended drug use he expected from the 18 year-old cum dump would get him there about the same time if not quicker. Bam Bam made the drive back to school and found Robbie home alone in bed. Bam Bam knew Robbie had an appointment Saturday night to strip for some drunk frat boys before servicing each and every brother who was there to watch him do his thing. He quickly stripped off his clothes to join his boyfriend naked in bed. The two shared stories of their weekend work which turned them both on to the point where Robbie quickly mounted Bam Bam's growing cock using the cum still present in his ass for lubrication. This brought Bam Bam around knowing that they both would be needing to add something to the fucking that was just beginning. Robbie had 2 points prepared as he handed his man a rig he prepared or himself. The two became still as they each simultaneously slammed the other. They kissed as they removed their tourniquets together only breaking the kiss as they each coughed before They rolled over so Robbie was on his back as Bam Bam began to plow his ass. They spent the morning fucking before Robbie had to go to a late afternoon class and Bam Bam had a lecture right after dinner. Bam Bam made sure to see Steve before going to his lecture to give him the $1500 he received for his work that weekend. Steve took $500 out of the envelope and handed it back to Bam Bam along with a bag of Tina. He then asked his new boss where he was headed the coming weekend only to be told that the next scheduled pozzing would be in 2 to 3 weeks. He had someone who wanted to get back at his ex boyfriend by pozzing him through his new boyfriend. The only activity for the weekend ahead was Robbie going to a private party at a local rave. This rave was held every 3 months. The guy who arranges the rave has always had a VIP room where special guests could hang out. He was able to book Robbie to work the room as a sort of host making sure his special guests are treated right. When the weekend came Bam Bam went with Matt as he took Robbie over to the rave to work. The host invited them to stay as long as they wanted. The two figured they check out the guys attending the rave to see if they could find a boy to corrupt. They quickly spotted a group of high seniors from one of the area high schools. Matt knew that they were seniors when he spied the twins in the group. He knew the twins twins (Allan and Arthur) from wrestling and although they were seniors, the pair was 19 years old. Their parents held them back a year to help with their wrestling in high school. Matt made a comment to Bam Bam that he thought their might be something going on between the two identical twins as they continued to scope the group out the group of dancing jocks. They watched as they began to break away dwindling the group from 8, to 6 to 5 before 3 dudes headed off leaving the twins all alone. The guys who split off went to chase female pussy (although it was suspected one of them went after a known bottom boi fag with whom they'd easily end up getting action with before the night was over. Matt thought this was a perfect opportunity to lure the twins away from the rave. he knew that the twins were big pot heads. He hoped that they might remember him from last summers wrestling camp when he first laid eyes on the two and figured them to be closeted fags. He knew neither had a girlfriend saying that they didn't want a girl to get int he way of their wrestling. The two were inseparable. Matt figured with a little weed, some G and Miss Tina, he could bring these boy out of their shell and discover their true self. The twins looked like they needed a break when Matt went over to say hi allowing him to introduce his friend Bam Bam. One of the twins asked Bam Bam about his nick name, to which he was given a direct answer about his club of a cock. The twins seemed oblivious to much of what was being talked about until Matt suggested they go somewhere and smoke a little weed that he had with him. Matt was familiar with the rave having attended the last one and he knew there was an area where they could go and light up. The weed was primo stuff and quickly had the twins baked since they made sure to get them to smoke more then the two college guys smoked. The next step was to offer the twins a 'drink'. Although anyone over 18 could get into the rave, they were strict when it came to serving alcohol. Of course Matt had a small bottle of booze that they could slip into their can of Coke with no one being the wiser. A nice dose of GHB was added to each of their Coke cans and between the weed and the G both twins were starting to loosen up while also starting to become slightly tired. Matt knew this opened up an avenue to lead the twins down the path of no return. They told the twins about a banging private party they could go to where they do some more drinking as the Twins were quietly escorted the sluggish twins out a back door so they wouldn't be seen leaving with the two college jocks as began to yawn and fight to stay awake. One twin was placed in the front seat of Bam Bam's car as the other was put in the back seat with Matt. As they drove off Matt commented kept building up the party as the twins fought to keep their eyes open. It was time to introduce them to Miss T. Matt pulled out his pipe and torch as he told the twins he had something to 'perk' them up for the rest of the night (and a good chunk of the next couple days) as he lit a torch and heated the bowl. He inhaled a decent hit before blowing the white cloud out and saying, "Damn, that's good!" He then handed the pipe to Bam Bam so he could take a hit. After he exhaled the white smoke he added his own comment, "I really needed that hit" before handing the pipe back to Matt who was now offering it to a curious twin asked what was in the pipe thinking it was more weed, "More weed will probably put me to sleep." Matt told them, "This stuff is a mild stimulant called T. It will help wake you guys up. So relax, let loose and have fun." He then urged them do as he and Bam Bam did in sucking the smoke and blowing out some clouds. Matt first offered the pipe to the twin in the back directing him when to start sucking in the magic smoke. Bam Bam made a comment about being hot as the twin in the back was blowing out his first cloud. When the twin in the front took his first hit and blew out an impressive cloud, Matt was agreeing with his friend driving about being too warm as they each took his t-shirt off revealing their well defined, muscular upper bodies. As the pipe went back and forth between the two twins each one cloud help from noticing the half naked stud sitting next to him. After each had taken 5 massive hits as Matt and Bam Bam worked to challenge each twin to attempt to out do the other by taking a bigger and bigger hit off the pipe. By this point each twin had perked up and began to feel the warmth around them as Matt encouraged them to take off their shirts. The twin in the front seat was the first to bare his smooth, lean, defined upper body before he told his brother to quit being a pussy and take off his shirt. The one twin in the back seat with Matt was trying to sneak a look at Matt's well defined upper body. He quickly asked Matt, "How hard was it to develop such your chest and arms?" The twin in the front seat was now looking back at Matt as he answered, "I got this from years of wrestling." Matt then flexed his arms and chest before suggesting the twins have a feel of his muscular upper body as they touched us arms, shoulders, chest and abs. Matt then pointed out the definition Bam Bam had was was all natural. Bam Bam never really spent any significant time in the weight room like Matt. Bam Bam offered then had the twins feel his body like they had done to Matt asking them to compare their muscular bodies. The twin's opinions were split with each twin picking the one that were sitting next to in the car. Then Matt and Bam Bam commented on how lean and fit the twins looked each now picking the twin that had picked them. Bam Bam was the the first of the two to reach over and feel the upper body of the twin next to him. Matt made sure to add his ow two cents in and compliment the twin close to him as he reach over an felt the twin's arms, chest and paying particular attention to his tight stomach. At first the uninvited touching ad the twins a little freaked, but after all they had just touched both of the guys they were riding with when they suddenly began to feel a little excited about being shirtless and touched. It was a long drive to get to the party they were taking the twins too and since they didn't want them to remember the directions, let a lone, the parties location. They twins began to ask more questions about the party, something they probably should have done before getting into the car. After a good 30 minutes they pulled up to a nice house on the edge of a near by town. The twins had no idea where they were or what they were in for as Bam Bam parked his car. The twins were about to put their shirts back on when Matt told them to leave them off. He added,"It typically gets very warm inside, your shirts will be safer in the car. Besides you guys have great lean, tight bodies. You should show them off." The twins followed Matt's advice and seeing the two older, well built guys leaving their shirts int he car did the same. The twins followed Matt and Bam Bam as they walked up to the house and walked right inside without ringing the door bell or even knocking. They seemed to know some of the people at the party as Matt had Bam Bam take the twins to the den. With the little bit of Tina and G already in the twins they probably didn't notice the crowd at the party were mostly gay guys, most of them showing some skin (with a couple bare ass naked) now ogling the half naked twinks. Matt quickly joined them with G spiked drinks as Bam Bam offered the pipe so that the twins could blow more clouds. Before too long each twin had taken another half dozen hits as they slowly drank down their drinks. Both twins seemed oblivious to what was going on around them as their eyes seemed to be half open. Matt took this opportunity to lean over and kiss the twin who rode with him in the back seat as Matt was working on his twin to shot gun of Tina. Matt wasn't sure what the twin's initial reaction would be, but knew what ever it was, it could be changed with more G and T. The twin Matt started to kiss surprised him as he quickly parted his lips giving allowing his tongue access to his mouth along with a quiet 'MMMM" to be heard. Bam Bam was already on his second shotgun with his twin as he got him to stand up as they were now kissing as they embraced and allowing him to loosen the twin's belt letting his baggy jeans to fall to the ground leaving him only in a pair of skimpy green bikini briefs.. Not to be out done, Matt maneuvered his twin to stand as Bam Bam began to lead his twin towards the host up stairs play area. Matt followed his friend as he worked to free his twin from his cargo shorts which now had this twin only wearing some black CK boxer briefs The guy who owns the house was a good friend of Steve. He created his second floor play room by knocking down all the walls (with the exception of 4 small, private play rooms. He had half a dozen slings hanging from the ceiling and mirrors on the ceiling and walls which provided the ability to see most of the action. Not to mention the numerous hidden cameras that recorded all of the action, They were greeted at the top of the stairs by one of the host 'house boys' who asked, "Fresh meat?" Matt simply nodded as he granted them access as Matt whispered to the 'house boy' and handing him his bag of party supplies. Matt knew he could trust the houseboy to make up a 4 slams, a couple nice ones for the twins and one each for he and Bam Bam. Most of the part guests were still down stairs except for a few who followed the twins as they were guided to the second floor. The twins were easily maneuvered into the slings as they lost the last bit of clothing that remained. Once in the sling the twins were distracted as they each were now on the receiving end of a rim job and thus allowing Matt and Bam Bam to loose their own clothing. Like clock work the house boy who had greeted them at the top of the stairs returned with a few of his fellow house boys to assist in making sure that each twin was secure in his sling. The twin had no clue as now a naked Matt and Bam Bam moved from where they had been eating ass to standing next to their twin with point and tourniquet in hand. With the ability to see each other in the mirrors of the play room they each began to administer the slams to their respective twin. They quickly applied the tourniquet and without the twins being ant the wiser with the G freely flowing through their lean, compact bodies, had a needle slipped in a prominent vein. They each registered that familiar red flash just before pushing the plunger down and bring the twins on the last step to becoming chem sex slam pigs, Matt spoke as the twins began coughing, "Ride it out boys, we'll see you on the other side" as he and Bam Bam moved back between their twins spread legs and administered their own slams. As the now wide eye and confused twins looked up at the naked forms before them as they were each impaled by a hard cock driven balls deep as the host joined them proclaiming, "Let the fucking begin!"

Oh, I do. I've ejaculated in my pants on occasion when I'm sucking a man's dick and he gets rough and takes control like that. It's my own feelings of powerlessness and emasculation that overwhelm me when it happens, and next thing you know I'm shooting hands free like a horny teenager who just discovered his dad's stack of skin mags in the garage. Years ago, when I lived in the SF bay area, I hooked up with this guy who wanted me to suck him off in his office after work. He was a married executive, and had a photo of his wife and two teenaged sons on his desk. I have a big fetish for men in suits and ties, and this guy was in his late 40s, a big bruiser stud in pinstripes. When I saw him, I immediately got that twin jolt in my lower gut- you know the one- that combined jolt of sexual excitement and intimidation bordering on fear. He takes me into his office and shuts the door. I get down on my knees and get to work on him. So far so good. He didn't have a giant porn star-sized tool, but he knew how to swing what he had. And he starts getting rough with me, grabbing my head, pushing me back against the office wall and forcing his cock into me until he was balls deep. He held me like that in a vice grip (he had big hands and was STRONG) and pumped his hips, fucking my head like I was a fleshlight with a pulse. He was breathing hard. I don't know when he started with the verbal abuse, but I became aware he was hurling every insult at me imaginable (and a few I'd never imagined, as well). I was "a lowly fag", a "dick slurping fairy", a "dirty cocksucking pervert" who my dad should have taken out in the woods and put down when he found out I wasn't growing up normal. He said he was glad his sons liked pussy, because if he found out either one was a "sperm-burping queer", he'd do what my father should have done to me, and without a moment's hesitation. After about 5 minutes of this rough skull fuck, he suddenly stiffens and thrusts in me deep, and cums HARD in my mouth. I'm struggling to breathe, trying to swallow his load and not gag or pass out- and suddenly this wild feeling comes over me, and next thing I know I'm exploding in orgasm, hands free. Just like that, BAM, I'm cumming in my pants. Now, I'm wearing a light wool tan suit, an expensive one, and I went commando that day. So you can imagine what happened. The head of my penis was pressed tight against the fabric of my trousers, and my crotch was SOAKED with my jizz. A big dark wet stain. When my executive stud let go of me, I got to my feet, a little unsteady, and he looked down at my wet crotch and laughed cruelly. "I guess I don't have to ask if you liked it". He let out of his office and slammed the door behind me. I walked out of the building, down to the BART station and took the train across the bay, got my car and drove home, with that big wet cum stain on display the whole time. When I got home, I stood before my full length mirror, assessing the damage. It wasn't just the semen stain on my trousers, I looked like I'd been rode hard and put up wet. I stank of his sex. Thirty seconds later I've got my dick in my hand, and I'm jizzing all over my mirror, thinking of his deep, angry growl of a voice, those big strong paws of his, the taste of his wad. Yeah, I liked it.

Love to find some POZ porn; if it exists.

I've hooked up with a party in progress, and after I got up to speed (pun intended) with a .6 slam, I noticed one of the guys there was a local homeless schizophrenic who happened to have a 11.5" uncut cock with lots of foreskin, and when I pulled back the hood, lots of cheese, dried shit, and green ooze was fucking pouring out of the piss slit. I think I said louder than I thought 'fucking hot diseased cock dude' and the hose came over, he had been sounding his cock. He said wait a second, came back with a large rig, and slammed the homeless dude in the cock, me well (my third!) and then himself, same rig. He pulled the sound out of his piss slit and put it down the homeless dudes piss slit. He screamed a bit, so we put him on his back and I sat my ass on his umbling/screaming mouth. I was watching the sound go all the way in, and the host pulled it out and put some lube squirted down my piss slit and shoved the sound in my piss slit. Yes, I got gono and a urinary tract infection, but when my cock was dripping green, I was going to the cruisy park late at night and I got my cock into as many assholes as possible. Surprisingly, a few guys after sucking me whispered 'I know what that taste is' but still put it down their throat. To give you an idea just how depraved some gay men are (guilty) I was on BBRT checking messages, my cock was aching, I had an appointment with the free clinic the next day, when I got a message from a guy who wanted to hook up with me for a while. I told him that it may not be in his interest as I had STDs on my cock and asshole. He said 'HOT' come over, I'll G up my BF and when he takes his Xanax and Ambien, you can fuck him and give it to him.' I asked why he wanted to do that, and he said we're in a 'monogamous' relationship, or at least he is, and if he develops goon and HIV I can tell him that he obviously had been cheating, and say let's just open up the relationship. His plan worked, but the BF left town a few months later for a different job. Seeing as the BF never put up much of a fight about the 'obviously cheating' it was apparent he had been cheating as well.

Okay here are chapters 5 and 6, enjoy:) My Twisted Neighbor 5.pdf My Twisted Neighbor 6.pdf

4. Jay "Learn how to breathe cock," Rod said. His hands were still at the back of head. He was holding me in place, making sure that every agonizing inch of his cock stayed in my throat. I struggled, trying to get used to the foreign object in my throat. Even worse, I realized I was embarrassed. It wasn't because I was on my knees, sucking another man's dick. That actually made me proud, to think that a real man like Rod wanted to feel me pleasuring his dick. No, it was because I wasn't doing a good job of sucking his dick. His cock wasn't massive nor was he pounding my throat. I should be able to handle this, but my body was rebelling, demanding such luxuries as an unobstructed airway and the oxygen it could bring. "Close your eyes," Rod said. His voice was deep and masculine, but not angry or harsh. "Relax," he continued. "Focus on dick. Feel how long it is. Feel how hard it is. You did this to me. You deserve to feel what you did. Feel my cock in your throat." As hard as it was to keep his cock in my throat, I didn't want to pull off. If I pulled off, even just the slightest bit, it would be a failure. I wanted to impress Rod with my talents, and I wasn't doing a good job of it right now. "Don't over think it," Rod continued. "Just focus on my dick." I tried as best as I could, but I couldn't keep from gagging. It was an awful feeling; the discomfort of Rod's cock lodged in my throat, plus the horrible feeling in my stomach that I had failed his man. I pulled back against Rod's grip on the back of my head. This was no longer about wants. I wanted to suck his cock. But I needed a respite from his throat fucking. I needed to breathe. Luckily, Rod understood my needs. He let me pull off his cock, and let me recover. The first thing I did was get a big lungful of oxygen. In the moment, even breathing hurt, as the air I was inhaling irritated my tender throat. I wasn't used to having a dick down there, least of all, a dick as hard as Rod's penis, and my throat was raw. The second thing I did was tell Rod I was sorry for not being able to fellate him properly. "I'm sorry," I said. "Sorry?" he asked. "Sorry for what boy?" "For not staying on your cock." "It's ok," he said. He stroked the side of my head, a gesture simultaneously comforting and controlling. I was in an uncomfortable place with him, somewhere between a human with free will and a possession, with no possibility of growth or change. "It's only what, your second cock?" I nodded in agreement. The time spent on Jack's cock in middle school seemed so long ago now. "It's perfectly natural. All you need is practice." "Yeah," I said, still embarrassed at my performance. I wondered about the other boys he had mentioned. Had they been better at pleasing him than I was. "Practice, I guess." "Just work on the head," Rod said. "Don't push yourself this time." He was looking down at me and his expression was one I had never seen before. It was a combination of a teacher, instructing a wayward student on the finer points; a father, caring for unruly child; and a lover, waiting for his partner to pleasure him. I had never realized how badly I needed someone like Rod in my life. I followed his instructions. I had no real choice, but that was a good thing. This entire night was full of new things: leaving my friends behind with someone I barely knew, taking the cocaine the stranger offered, making out with a different man, and now sucking his cock. But it all seemed inevitable and right, nor was I given much of choice in how things had worked out. But every choice felt like the correct one. Rod's cock was hard in my mouth, slowly dripping pre-cum front the slit at the tip of his dick. I was lapping up every drop. It had been years since I had last tasted it and I had not realized just how badly I wanted to taste it again. "You like that," Rod said. "Yeah," I replied. "I do." "That's good," Rod said. He put his hand back on my head. "Come with me," he said. "See if you can keep my dick in your mouth." I didn't understand what he was saying at first, but then he took a step backwards. I had to crawl on my knees to keep up with him. I glanced back at the window, where the party was continuing. The lights had been turned down a bit, so it was hard to discern any details, but I could make out the vague outlines of men milling around. I hoped that I was just as difficult to see if anyone happened to be looking out. I didn't want anyone to see my crawling after Rod, on my knees, with his dick nestled in my mouth. It was more than just embarrassing; it was humiliating. But, it was also a turn on. Any man could see what I would do for cock. At least what I would do for the right cock. Rod's cock was definitely the right cock; there was something about it that drew me to it, to want to lick it and savor every drop of his pre-cum. "Yeah," Rod said. "That's it. Just a few more steps," he said, and took another backward step. I had to put my hands down on the ground to stabilize myself and keep from scraping my knees. "Next time, I'll make sure you have some knee pads," he said. I looked up to see him smile at the thought. "You'd look good like that. A pair of boots, a pair of kneepads. Let a man know you mean business." He paused for a second, and pushed his dick a little deeper in my mouth. "Oh yeah," he said. "Just a few more steps now." The next three were easier. I knew what to expect, and I didn't lose my balance as easily. I also managed to avoid scraping my knees too badly. "And we're here," Rod said. He was backed up against a porch lounge chair. "I'm gonna sit down," he said. "You gonna keep my cock warm?" I nodded in agreement. He held my head again, making sure that I didn't lose his cock. From another man, it would have been weird, almost creepy. But from Rod, it was caring, tender act. He wanted both of us to be able to enjoy his cock. "That's it," he said, as he leaned back. "Fuck yeah, that's it." He pulled his head up, just enough to stare at me over his thick pecs and smooth stomach. "Think you can take all of it again?" I stared at his thick, long, hard cock, remembering what it felt like last time we had forced it deep into my throat. I had been helpless as Rod held the ultimate power over me. Even so, my dick throbbed at the opportunity to feel Rod inside me again. I nodded, albeit with some hesitation. "We'll go slow," Rod said, before adding "again." My stomach churned at the last word. "Again." Such a simple word, and yet, the way Rod said it, I knew for sure he was disappointed in me. "No," Rod answered, as if he was reading my mind. "It's a big cock. And you're still a young man." He grabbed his cock and shook it. Somewhat relieved, I leaned in just enough for the tip of Rod's cock to press against the back of my throat. It had not gotten any smaller; if anything, it was now thicker than the last time we had attempted to fuck my throat. "Oh yeah," Rod moaned, his dick dripping pre-cum once more. "That's what I need right now. Some great head by a hot young man." I just nodded; impaled on his dick, I couldn't do much else. I took a deep breath. It was likely my last breath for a while. Once his dick pressed into my throat, it would block my ability to inhale. But, as Rod pointed out, it was my job to learn how to breathe cock just as easily as I breathed air. Rod reached down and put his hand on the back of my head. "Come on boy," he said. "Make me happy and inhale my cock." He pulled down on my head, forcing his shaft into my throat. It was not as forceful as I feared, but there was a persistence that reminded me who was in control. Worse, my own cock twitched and dripped pre-cum as soon as Rod's manhood pushed into my throat. As impossible as it seemed, I was getting off on getting throat-fucked. "All the way, boy," Rod said. "No sense in you giving up when we are so close to our goal." It seemed like a perversion of language to talk about "we" and "our goal." I was forced to allow my throat to stretch around his dick and I had to fight back the natural instinct to gag. This was not about "us;" it was about his pleasure and his pleasure in using me. My brain knew that. My body knew that. My throat definitely knew that. But once more, it was my cock who was the traitor. It had never been harder and was throbbing in rhythm with Rod's slow strokes pushing ever deeper into my throat. "Ease Ser," I managed to gasp, losing a bit of precious air in the process. I wanted to tell him not to push so deep. But I realized how much of a betrayal that would be to him and how much I would be letting him down. It was my duty, privilege and honor to suck his manhood, and if he needed to be deep-throated, well, it was hardly my place to deny him that simple pleasure. "It's alright boy," he said, gently stroking my head, even as he held me in place skewered on his dick. "It's going to be difficult at first, but you'll learn." He smiled as he pulled me further down on his shaft. "Almost there," he said. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on his cock, even while doing my best to ignore how it was a foreign object practically choking me to death. "Just a little bit more," Rod said. "Barely an inch." I swallowed. He took the opportunity to push his shaft all the way into my throat. Once more, my chin was pressed against his balls and my nose was deep in his pubes. My dick reacted, throbbing and dripping even more pre-cum. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this," he said. I opened my eyes again. Even though he was lying back on the lounge chair, he still managed to loom above me, reminding me exactly who was the dominant and who was the submissive. His eyes were closed, and he had a smile of utter pleasure. As much as I wanted to get him out of my throat, I couldn't deny him these simple pleasures. "Fuck boy, you're getting me close," he finally said, right as I thought I would pass out. I just nodded. If I tried to do anything else, I was going to start gagging, and I would have to pull off from Rod's beautiful cock. "Damn. We're gonna have to take a break," Rod said, and he pushed me off of his dick, until not even the head was still in my mouth. "Stand up," he said. "Turn around, bend over, and let me taste that sweet ass again." As he asked, I stood up, turned around, and bent over. I was reluctant to do it because it meant it would be that much harder for me to choke on his cock again. But, I remembered how good his tongue felt against my hole and how I had squirmed in pleasure as he explored my ass, so I reached back, and pulled my ass cheeks apart for him. "Oh yeah, boy," Rod said. He sat up; his face was now perfectly aligned with my hole. "This is going to be good." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole, giving me the most intimate kiss I had ever received. His tongue traced out the edges of my hole, occasionally darting deeper into me, teasing me with the potential for penetration. It took less than a minute of this before my hole was wet and slippery. It made it ever easier for him to push his tongue into me, which made even more relaxed. "Hold that ass for me," he said. "Keep it open for me." I pulled my cheeks further apart, and exposed all of my hole for him. "Oh, fuck that's beautiful," he said. He licked a finger, and starting to tease my hole with it. "Oh god," I moaned. "Fuck. That feels amazing." "You like?" Rod asked me. He pushed his finger into my hole. It was only the tip, but the spasms of pleasure spread out from my hole across my entire body. It wasn't just having my hole played with. I had done that before while jerking off, but it hadn't felt like this. There was a hunger inside of me, and I wanted more. "Oh god yes," I said. "Please?" I begged. It was ambiguous what I was asking for. If sucking cock was the start of my journey, his finger buried in my ass was the half-way point. It was now easier to go all the way, than to stop, turn around, and give up all the pleasures I had enjoyed so far. "Fuck me." I had never had a cock up there before, and had never thought one would ever find its way up there. "Fuck me." But tonight, being with this very hot, yet still so unfamiliar daddy, things were different. I was with this hot, horny daddy who so clearly needed to unload and the outcome of the complex calculations I had done so many years earlier suddenly changed. "Fuck me hard," I repeated for the third time. "You sure boy?" Rod asked. He pressed his finger into my hole, opening me up and making me even more hungry for him. "It's your first time, right?" "I'm sure. There's always a first time. And I want it to be with you." More of his finger pushed into my hole. Even though I couldn't see it, I imagined how hungry my hole must appear, almost sucking his finger into me. Rod pulled his finger out. He took his time, slowly enough that I felt his knuckles rub over my prostate. It was slow enough that a slow anxiety built up, due to an irrational fear I'd never get to feel Rod inside me again. But before it became a full-fledged panic attack, Rod leaned in and kissed my hole. His tongue probed in, lubricating my hole for what would inevitably penetrate me. "Just fuck me," I said. "Don't worry boy. It's coming," Rod said. He returned to licking my asshole, getting it wet and sloppy. Despite my innocence, I understood that if I were to take Rod's thick shaft, I would need his help. Even if it wasn't what I was craving it still felt damn good, and I forced myself to enjoy the pleasure. "We just need to get you ready." "Please, Rod. I want it." My entire body was shaking, and even in the cool evening air, I found myself sweating. "Please, Rod, I need it." The shaking was getting worse, and my anxiety began to rise again. Rod suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his tongue deep into my hole. "Relax boy," he said, his voice muffled by my muscular butt. "It's alright. I'm here. You're ok." He ran his tongue around my hole. "It's the G you're feeling. It's going to be good." He administered another kiss, and it only made the excitement worse. "Focus on the pleasure. Focus on your hole." He ran his tongue against my hole. "Breathe deep and just focus on the good things. Focus on my tongue in your hole." I did as I was instructed, focusing just on the feeling of Rod's tongue gently probing my asshole and opening me up. I was still shaking, but at least it helped reduce the anxiety. The rimjob felt good. It was a kind of pleasure I had never felt before, and it was so easy to get lost in it. "You want my cock in your hole?" Rod asked. He pressed his tongue back into my hole. Even though I had no idea what it was going to feel like when Rod fucked me, I still nodded enthusiastically. I had reached a point where I put my trust completely in Rod. If he thought it was best to fuck me, then I was going to get fucked. It didn't hurt that his teasing of my hole had gotten me totally aroused, and broken down the last of my inhibitions. "You've got a sweet hole," Rod said. "I can't wait to get into you." He pressed his tongue into me one last time, then pulled his face out of my crack. "Let's do this," he said. "Straddle me." He laid down on the lounger, his dick now sticking straight up. Awkwardly, I climbed on top of him with my feet on either side of his torso. It was hard to control my muscles; I wondered how long I'd be able to command my legs to do anything. Nevertheless, I bent down so my ass was right over his shaft. "Like this?" I asked. "Exactly," he said. He put his hands on my waist, supporting me. "Are you ready?" "I think I am." "Good," Rod said. My ass was hanging in air and his dick was pressing up against my hole. We were not yet fucking; it would take only the slightest movement by one of us to change that. "Let's go slow. Just lower yourself, and let my cock slide into you." I relaxed my tense quadriceps, and my ass pressed down on his hard shaft. There was a brief moment where the tensions and stresses built up, but they were quickly released when Rod's dickhead pressed into my hole. "Oh god," I moaned. It was a sensation unlike any I had felt before. I was being fucked up the ass. But it wasn't a bad feeling. It reminded me of a dream, where I discovered a new room in my house. This was a new kind of pleasure and it was a pleasure I wasn't going to be able to easily give up. "Oh god," I grunted again, as more of Rod's shaft entered my no-longer-virgin hole. "Just relax," Rod said. "You can do this. You can take all of me." He was still holding my waist, still slowly guiding me down his manhood. "And it feels so good, doesn't it?" I had to nod. Rod's dick inside my hole felt like nothing else I had experienced, not even having to deep throat his cock. Rod's shaft was filling me up and in the process, I learned that I had parts of me that I had no idea had ever been empty. "It's fucking amazing," I said. It wasn't all pleasure. Rod's dick was thick, and I felt my hole protesting at being stretched open so quickly. "You're so big," I grunted, as I tried to relax enough to allow him in me. "Just relax. Focus on what feels good. Focus on my dick." He held me in place, not letting me slide any further down his shaft. "You're about half way. You think you can take the rest of it?" I nodded. There was no other answer I could give him. Of course, I was going to take his entire cock. This was my first time getting fucked up the ass, and I was going to make it memorable pounding. Besides, I had already disappointed Rod enough already with my inability to deep-throat him properly. I didn't want to give him any more reasons to discard me. "I do," I said, still a bit unsure of what I had just committed myself to doing. "We're going to go slow," Rod said. "Let you get used to it." He smiled, but it was an evil grin. "And then finish with a proper pounding that will leave you walking funny for a week." "Right on," I said. "Relax your legs," Rod continued. "Just let your weight impale you on my cock." I did as I was told, relaxing my legs muscles even more than before. Rod was ready for me, and eased my way down his shaft. "Oh fuck," I grunted, a combination of pain and pleasure. The penetration was intense. "Being fucked" had been an abstract concept until now. I understood how violating it was, to have another man's penis in my ass. But I also understood how essential it was. I needed to be fucked like this all the time. "Just give it to me. Give me all of your dick." "If you insist," Rod said. He was smiling when he said it. I was still young and naive. I had no idea what I just asked for, but he did. "You sure?" he asked again. I was scared about what I had just asked for, but more scared of the alternative. My world revolved around Rod's cock. "Yeah," I said. "I am." "Good," he said. He grabbed my waist tightly and held me in place. "I want this too." He thrust his hips upwards, forcing his rock-hard rod deep into my body. "Oh my god," I yelped, the pain racking my body and the pleasure radiating outwards in subsequent waves of raw sensation. "Oh fuck, that's intense." "You did it," Rod said. "You took my entire dick." I felt his pubes brush against my ass. I reached behind me, and felt the boundary between my hole and his cock. It was slippery with his spit and precum. "Oh god," I repeated again. There were so many new feelings and sensations it was hard to process all of them in any coherent fashion. "Don't think," Rod said. He understood my predicament intuitively, and his guidance was spot-on. "Just enjoy it. It's your first time. It's my first time with you." He pushed his dick a little deeper into me and another cascade of pleasure enveloped my body. "Just let me fuck you," he said. "Let's enjoy how good this can feel."

Wow I am totally flattered and blushing right now:) Okay hopefully you're cool with PDFs because I have many more stories I want to write. I'll try to get the next chapter up in the next day or two. It involves Simon pushing the main character's limits even further into the taboo, making him do things he never thought he'd do, with people he never thought he'd do them with...and Simon possibly starting to have his twisted influence on the not-so-innocent boyfriend Todd, too. I'm looking forward to writing it, haha. Oh and I will eventually write about who the married stranger is, that'll be a fun one. And maybe the mysterious roommate, too. Anyway, here are the first four chapters as I originally wrote them, and I'll get started on chapter five:) My Twisted Neighbor Lets Me Crash at His Place.pdf

Fortunately I didn't have to wait long. A couple days after my anniversary with my boyfriend (when I'd let him bathe his uncovered cock in Jaime's cum without telling him), Simon said he was free and wanted to "fuck that cheatin' ass" again. I told my friends I wasn't feeling well, and practically ran over to Simon's place that night. I walked into his apartment like he said, and I found him naked on his bed, playing with his hard cock. I wanted to jump on him right then and there. He looked over at me with a mischievous smirk, asking "Been a while, hasn't it?" I nodded, happy to see him again. The last time he'd fucked me had been three weeks ago, the night he'd told me about his plan to get Jaime to come over and give up his cherry, which is just what happened a week later. Jaime and my boyfriend had both fucked me since then, but it wasn't the same as getting fucked by Simon. I wanted him inside me immediately. But as usual, he wasn't going to let me have it that easily. As I was choking on his cock, he told me, "I know you want this dick in you, boy…." He fucked my throat really hard then, making a point, "….but first you gotta take care of my friends." Friends? Fuck, how many dicks did I have to take before he would just fuck me again? I didn't want anyone else, I wanted him. But he always liked to push my boundaries and see what he could get me to do, so I guess I wasn't really surprised. Pushing me off his cock, he handed me a blindfold, ordering "Put this on." I didn't even argue. The faster I got his 'friends' out of the way, the sooner he'd be inside me again. I put the blindfold on. "Good boy," he said, rubbing the side of my face with tenderness that surprised me. "I trained you good, didn't I? You'll do anything for this fuckin' dick, won't you, bitch boy? So fuckin' hot." Then he took his hand away from my face, got up, and left. A couple seconds later, I heard several men enter the room, but I had no idea who they were, or how many. One of them rubbed my ass, and another one put his cock in my mouth, and I started sucking him. As I worked on his cock, the guy behind me buried his face in my ass and started eating me out, very tentatively at first, then with more confidence. Pretty soon he was slapping my ass, then he was lining his cock up and pushing into me. When he was all the way inside me and lying down on top of me, I finally recognized him as Jaime, the kid from across the street. This was the third time in two weeks he was sticking his cock in me, bareback again. I wondered if he was hooking up with anyone else, besides me and Simon. Jaime got into a nice rhythm and started breathing into my ear as I swallowed the cock in front of me. After a while, someone pushed my head to the side, and then Jaime was sucking on the cock, while he was fucking me. Jaime was really turning into a little slut, it looked like. I'm sure Simon was proud of his work. After a few minutes of the two of us sucking the stranger's cock, Jaime started to moan really loud and fuck me harder, and I knew he was close. Then, as Jaime started cumming inside me, I heard Simon's voice, "That's right, boy, give him your fuckin' load again, make him get used to takin' cum, don't even ask, just shoot your fuckin' load inside of him, make him take it." Jaime pulled out, and the guy in front of me moved around behind me and pushed inside my cummy hole. Then after a few seconds, I finally recognized the mystery fucker as Simon's roommate, who'd fucked me plenty of times before. And even though he'd pumped his cum into me every time, I still didn't know what he looked like. Once the roommate had gotten started, I let my head rest on the bed, thinking that these were the 'friends' about whom Simon had been speaking, and that there were no more (which both relieved and disappointed me), but then I felt someone lift my head up, and another cock was being shoved down my throat. It wasn't Simon's, Jaime's, or the roommate's, and it definitely wasn't my boyfriend's. That meant whoever this guy was, he really was a stranger, making him the third random guy Simon was pimping me out to. These are the thoughts I was having, as the roommate gave me his load, and the stranger moved around and forced his cock inside me. This was the third guy in about 15 minutes to stick his raw cock inside me, and somehow it felt totally…natural, like this is what I was supposed to be doing. My hole was totally sloppy with cum now, and there was a complete stranger inside me who only Simon knew, but I wasn't scared or nervous anymore, I was actually starting to like it. God, what was Simon doing to me? The stranger fucking me was being really passionate and kissing my neck and my back, like he'd never fucked an ass before. He was whispering things in my ear, like, "Oh, this is better than I thought," and, "Oh, you're so wet," and, "I've never done this with my wife before." He kept gasping and moaning, and it was actually a big turn-on to be appreciated like that, and to make someone feel so good. Before long, the stranger was gasping and panting in my ear, and then I felt him shove into me really hard and hold it there, and I knew I was getting my third load of the night. The three guys left, I took the blindfold off, and then finally Simon let me sit on his fucking cock. I bounced up and down with a big smile on my face, and Simon put his hands behind his head and let me do all the work. He looked up at me with a big grin as he felt all the cum inside me. After just a few minutes of that, Simon grabbed me and roughly flipped me onto my back to fuck me. But this time, instead of just pounding me into the mattress like he usually did, he was very slow and gentle. He moved in so close to my face that our noses touched, and I thought he was going to kiss me. He moaned softly and his eyes glazed over as he slowly fucked in and out of my wet, sloppy hole. "You have no fuckin' idea how good you feel, baby," he said to me. "You have so much fuckin' cum inside you right now. It was so hot seein' you give it up for my friends like that. You were such a good lil' boy." And I realized then that I would do anything to hear Simon talk to me the way he was talking to me right now. This is what I wanted -- to make Simon happy, to have him inside of me. Before long Simon asked "You ready for my load now?" I nodded emphatically, urging "Yes, please, Simon, I need it, I've been waiting so long, please, I can't wait any longer, give it to me!" "You want me to pull out?" he asked, teasing me. "No!" I practically shouted at him. "Don't pull out, I need you inside me, I wanna make you feel good, make me yours, Simon, please, cum inside me, give it to me!" "Good fuckin' boy," he said with a big smile, and he started pounding me harder, fucking all the cum into me, making loud sloshing noises. He started grunting and groaning, then he leaned in next to my ear, grabbed me tight, and started shooting his load inside me. Finally, I thought, this is what I'd wanted so bad, this is what I needed. I didn't care about anything else. Now I was complete. "Fuck, boy, that was incredible," he said, as he lay down next to me and sighed. "You're learnin' real fast. Takin' a total stranger's dick like that, very nice, boy, very nice." Then he thought for a second, and said, "Well, he might not be a total stranger to you," he said with a chuckle, "but he was to me!" "What??" I asked. I wasn't sure which part was more horrifying -- that Simon had no idea who I'd just let fuck me, or that it might have been someone I knew! "Don't worry, baby doll," he said, pulling me in to cuddle with him, like always. He knew I loved when he did that. "I met him last week, he's a real nice guy, a family guy, you know? He just wants to have a little fun on the side, and I knew you would take care of him. You made him feel so good. Wish you coulda seen the look on his face. You did so great, baby doll, you always do." And then he started to kiss my neck, and I started to forget that Simon had just tricked me into having sex with someone even he didn't know. "You've learned so much," he said, kissing my shoulder now, and sliding his hand down to my cock, "but you have more to learn, and I'm gonna teach you." I didn't know what Simon meant by that. But if it meant I got to keep seeing him, and keep feeling his skin pressed against mine, and keep making him happy, then I was all in.

A couple weeks went by, and I hadn't gone over to Simon's or seen Jaime since that night we took Jaime's virginity. My boyfriend had been pretty busy at work, too, so I hadn't gotten any dick in two weeks and I was definitely in the mood again. Today was my and my boyfriend's three-year anniversary, and I was hoping he was in the mood, too. We'd made plans for dinner and a rom-com at his place, and I was looking forward to it. He'd been extra sweet and thoughtful since we'd gotten back together, and extra passionate in bed. As I was getting ready, I got a text from a number I didn't recognize: "R u at home rn? Want sum" What the hell was this unintelligible nonsense? I ignored the message and went back to getting ready for dinner. A few minutes later, I received another text: " This is Jaime" Fuck, I'd forgotten Simon was going to give him my number. Well I didn't want to see Jaime, especially not on my and my boyfriend's special night that I'd been looking forward to for weeks. I texted Jaime back that I was busy, but he quickly reminded me that Simon had said he could fuck me whenever he wanted. Then he said he'd just been at Simon's place, and that Simon had just fucked him. I guess the thought of Simon rubbing up on this kid and being inside him, instead of inside me, made me both jealous, and horny. I hadn't seen Simon in weeks, and I guess I missed him, so after some thinking, I told Jaime he could come over, as long as he was fast. Jaime was outside my building a few minutes later, and then I was letting him into my apartment. "Nice place," he said, as he started taking off his clothes by the front door. "Thanks," I said, dropping to my knees, and glad he wasn't wasting any time. I got his cock hard while he got undressed, and then I led him back to my bedroom and took my own clothes off. Jaime pushed me onto the bed and put me on my back. Then he put my legs over his shoulders, spat on his cock, and started pushing into me, commenting as he did so "I'm so horny from Simon fucking me," as his bare cock started sliding into me. It occurred to me that this kid had never once fucked or gotten fucked with a rubber; all he knew was barebacking. "He fucked me so hard this time," Jaime continued, "and he wouldn't let me jack off. He told me to come over here and fuck you." "Where did he cum?" I asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear him say it. "In my ass," Jaime said, as he got all the way inside me, explaining "It's still there right now." I was still nervous about all this cum-swapping that was going on, and I knew it was the riskiest thing I'd ever done, especially considering how much Simon got around. But the thought of Simon's seed being planted deep inside this young cub while he was fucking me, made me want to take his cum, too. I knew it didn't make sense, but in a way it made me feel more connected to Simon, like he was fucking me, too. And that made something switch inside me, and before I knew it, I was pulling this kid into me, and whispering into his ear to fuck me hard and give me his seed, telling him I needed it, and I wanted it so bad. I couldn't believe what I was saying to this boy, who was a complete stranger except for the one time two weeks ago that we'd met and he'd rape-fucked me and cum inside me without asking permission. But I was horny, and his dick was hitting the spot, and feeling him heave and pant on top of me was just what I needed. Plus I could just smell Simon's cologne still on him, and knowing Simon's cum was buried in his ass right now made me feel like Simon was there, too. My nasty whispering apparently did the trick, as, after a few sweaty minutes, Jaime started panting and moaning in my ear, and I knew he was about to cum. Then all of a sudden, I remembered I was supposed to meet my boyfriend that night, and that we'd probably be fucking. How could I explain some stranger's cum inside my ass when my boyfriend stuck his cock in me? "Wait, don't cum inside me," I told Jaime, "cum on my chest." I figured Jaime would do what I told him, because I was older than him. Well, apparently I was wrong, because he just kept moaning into my ear and fucking me. What the hell? Had Simon created a Mini-Me clone or something? Jaime was completely ignoring me! "I have to see my boyfriend tonight, don't cum inside me," I said, with a little more urgency. But Jaime kept going. I tried pushing him off me, but he was stronger than he looked, and he easily threw my hands off him. "Simon said I had to cum inside you," Jaime whispered hoarsely into my ear, "he said you had to get used to taking cum." What kind of monster had Simon created in two weeks?? And he was listening to Simon over me?? I didn't know what to do, because I really didn't want my boyfriend to find out I was being pimped out by my next-door neighbor and sleeping around behind his back (and especially not on our anniversary), but I also wanted to please Simon, and I liked that Simon was thinking about me even when I wasn't with him…even if it was for something perverted like this. While I was trying to decide what I should do, Jaime suddenly grabbed me tight, pushed all the way inside me, and started moaning really loud, and I knew he was cumming inside me for the second time. And instead of fighting him off again, I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, accepting that he and Simon had made this decision for me, and that there was nothing I could do about it now. When he'd caught his breath a bit, he pushed up off me, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said with a smile, "Fuck, that was even better than last time." And I had to admit, he was getting better. How often had Simon been fucking him? As he pulled his softening cock out of me, he said, "Keep my cum inside you." I started to say again that I was going to see my boyfriend tonight, but he interrupted me with, "Simon says you have to." He stared at me until I closed my mouth and just nodded. Simon says, so what could I do? Jaime left my apartment with a satisfied look on his face. Simon had given his cum to Jaime, and Jaime had given his cum to me. Jaime's work was done. But mine was just beginning -- I still had to go over to my boyfriend's for our anniversary. I let him know that I was running late, and he said that was fine, dinner wasn't ready yet. I quickly took another shower, trying to think how I could keep my boyfriend from discovering the load inside me. Maybe I could say I'd lubed up before coming over? But I'd never done that before, so he might be suspicious. Ugh, my life had gotten so complicated since I'd met Simon. Why couldn't I just stop seeing him? I finished getting ready and drove over to my boyfriend's place. He let me inside with a hug and a long kiss. The place smelled amazing (he told me he'd gone to the farmer's market, and he'd been working on dinner since last night), re-runs of our favorite show were on TV, and he had a glass of wine waiting for me. As I watched him cook, and listened to him talk about work, food-shopping, and the latest tricks his vintage Mustang had taught itself, I started to forget about my complicated life, and Jaime, and Simon, and Simon's mysterious roommate, and just enjoy how easy things were when I was with my boyfriend. My boyfriend Todd was a chemical engineer, a little older than me, a little taller, and definitely more built. He was a Midwesterner, genuine, and easy to be around (even if I did get sick of trying to explain to him what sashimi was, or getting him to understand that no, cottage cheese is not a kind of pudding). Todd had only been with a few other guys when we'd met three years ago, which I think was part of the reason he'd decided to go "exploring" with other guys, to see what was out there. When I'd caught him cheating, I'd stopped talking to him, but Simon insisted I get back together with him, which is what I eventually did. Since then, Todd had been super affectionate, and more aggressive in bed, even. Things were actually better between us now, and I was almost glad he had cheated. And I know we should have gone back to using condoms until he could get tested again, but when we got back together, he went right back to fucking me bareback and cumming inside me, and I guess I never told him not to. Anyway, as Todd was trying to explain to me the difference between bituminous coal and anthracite (somehow this related to his Mustang story, although I couldn't remember how), I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. When Todd's back was turned, I looked down and saw it was a text from Simon. My heart skipped a beat, since I hadn't heard from him in two weeks, but then I felt the weight of all the lies and the guilt that I'd almost forgotten. When Todd had finished his car story (which I really had tried to follow, unsuccessfully), I excused myself to the bathroom, and when the door was closed, I looked at Simon's text: "Jaime says u took care of him good. Is his nutt still in u like he told u?" Ugh, I'd forgotten about that problem. I still didn't know how I was going to explain that to Todd. I wrote back "Yes. I can't really talk now though, I'm with bf. D on't know what to tell him when he finds Jaime's load" Simon's reply was fast: "Hot. U'll think of something. Oh and tell him I said happy anniversary" How did he know it was our anniversary? I didn't remember telling him, although who knows what I'd said when his tongue was up my hole all those times. Well of course I wasn't going to tell my boyfriend that the guy I was cheating on him with (well, one of the guys, anyway) wished him a happy anniversary. Simon was just teasing me, like he always did. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, and when I came back out, Todd didn't suspect anything. I hated sneaking around on him. But I couldn't quit Simon, either. I tried not to think about it. The dinner was incredible, the rom-com was perfect, and we both had plenty of wine. Todd started getting handsy as soon as the credits started rolling, and he was taking off my shirt and sliding his hands down my pants pretty quick. I felt his hard-on pressing into me, and I immediately undid his pants and swallowed his cock down to the base. It felt so good to choke on him, and he grabbed my ears softly and sighed. Before long, we were in his bed, and he was throwing my legs over his shoulders and spitting on his bare cock, just like Jaime had earlier today. He gave me a big smile, obviously really happy I'd come over, then he started to push in. I squeezed my hole shut a little, hoping he wouldn't notice I'd just gotten fucked already, and I think it worked. But eventually he got his cock all the way inside me, and when he did, he made a moaning sound I hadn't heard him make before. Then he started sliding in and out, and he seemed to be in ecstasy. "Oh baby, you feel so good," he whispered, with his eyes closed. He fucked me like he was in a trance. "Oh god, you're so wet." He really seemed to like it, and started fucking me harder, and more urgently. Then he leaned down and kissed me passionately. He'd never fucked me like this before. "Oh baby, you feel so good," he repeated, "I'm not gonna last long." He picked up the pace, and really pounded Jaime's load into me, moaning loudly. I wondered what he would say, if he knew he was bathing his raw cock in Jaime's cum? If he knew he was actually having sex with two people tonight, instead of just one? Would he be freaked out? Or would he be turned on by the risk and the sleaziness? After just a couple minutes of piledriving me, Todd started hammering into me, moaning loudly, and throwing his head back, and I knew he was cumming inside me, adding his hot load to Jaime's. He came so intensely, I thought he might black out, and his orgasm seemed to go on forever. I couldn't imagine how much cum I had inside me now. After he finished, he leaned forward and started kissing me all over. "That was amazing," he panted. Then without another word, he lay down next to me, sighed, and fell sleep. Phew. It looked like the big dinner, the wine, and that epic orgasm had done the trick, and he was out before he could ask me why my hole had been so wet inside. Hopefully he wouldn't remember in the morning, and I wouldn't have to answer any questions. But as much as I loved being with my boyfriend, I couldn't help but think about Simon, too. Things definitely weren't easy when I was with him, but at least I didn't have to sneak around and lie when I was with him. Actually, I didn't have to think at all -- Simon always did the thinking for both of us. I knew it didn't make any sense, but even as I lay there next to my amazing boyfriend who would do just about anything for me and who was so easy to please, I wondered when I could see Simon again….

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

Good for him. A real man fucks your fraudulent male identity to death and wipes the bloody remains on your clean sheets. You are a sub-human quasi-female that he finds convenient to assault rectally. Paying tribute to his manhood and his mastery over cunt by having a vaginal orgasm is the least you can do to thank him for giving your life a glimmer of meaning.

I was able to make really good time fleshing out and proof reading this chapter before work tomorrow. As asked, I tried to include some hot pipe smoking, as well as give some hot reading material. Since I work for the next few days, I likely won't be able to update until the weekend unless I get home pretty early. As always, enjoy guys, and let me know what you think! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PART 2: Just a Perfect Taste of What’s to Come The sound of running water being shut off was the first thing to wake me up. The normally soft sound hammered through my head making me cringe as all my other senses slowly started to wake up. The first of my other senses was taste. Jesus, I thought to myself, did I lick an ashtray? Next, I opened my eyes only to instantly regret it as I was immediately greeted to a stray beam of sunlight coming in through the window. My head felt like it had split open. “So," I said to myself out loud, “This is being hung over. Fucking hell.…” Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to sit up. This too was a bad idea. I started coughing, and my throat felt like it was on fire, as well as a deep thickness to my chest. Then I felt the slick wetness in my ass. God, how drunk was I to have shit the bed? I thought to myself, but then, upon inspection, I found none of the telltale signs. “Seriously?” I groaned out loud, “just what the fuck did I do last night?!” “I think a better question would be what didn’t you do last night,” a deep voice asked from the bathroom. I jumped off the bed, shocked at the sudden intrusion of the strange voice from the bathroom. A dull ache immediately shot through my ass, and then everything from the night before rushed back to me. The breakup. The bar. The scotch. The crying into my drink. The smoking. Holy shit! The smoking! I don’t smoke! What in the holy fuck? And what happened after the smoking. I remembered that we had gotten into a car or maybe it was a truck. We smoked and groped each other the entire way back to the hotel, and I fumbled to get the key out of my pocket. The entire time, the hot guy from the bar… name like a president… Johnson… no… his name was Jackson, was grabbing my ass in one hand and his cigar and my crotch, licking down my neck as I puffed away on what must have been my second cigar. We made it into the room and immediately started stripping. Jackson, rubbing his dick through the leather pants he was wearing, watched me as I struggled drunkenly to pull off my pants. Suddenly, he was in front of me, putting his hand on my chest and pushing me backward onto the bed. Taking a deep inhale on the nearly spent cigar, he looked down at me and smiled before he shifted the cigar into the corner of his mouth and proceeded to expertly pull my jeans and underwear off in one swift movement. “Nice set your packing there son,” he replied, eyeing my now naked body. “Thanks, your's is nice to-shiiiiiiiiit,” I replied with a slight muffle around the cigar in my mouth, as he quickly pulled the cigar out of his mouth, lifted my legs over his shoulders and began to lick and probe at my asshole with his tongue and fingers. “Nice tasty hole too,” he continued, taking a quick break to take another puff of the cigar, “Going to love fucking that all night. Can't wait to see it gaping after I fuck it.” At this point, I was lost to the world, puffing away at the cigar in my mouth as this hot mountain of a man continued to work at my hole, loosening it up for the giant piece of meat in his pants. I continued to moan as he stretched me out, first with one finger, then two. At this point, I probably looked to the world like the chimney at a coal plant. Cigar deep in my jaw, inhaling fully on the cigar and letting the smoke jet out of my nose and mouth. I let out a muttered curse as he shoved another two digits into my hole, rubbing my prostate gland deep in my hole. At this point, both of us knew what was going to happen next. Slowly, he stood up, satisfied at his assault on my former tight hole. Looking down at me, he reached into his pocket and grabbed a small brown bottle. Pulling my cigar out of my mouth, he set it on an ashtray. He then handed the bottle to me, and as I went to ask him what it was for he replied, knowing already what I planned to ask. “Open the bottle and sniff deep on them,” he said as he stepped back and started pulling his pants off. I looked down, suddenly catching a glance at the giant, uncut ten inch cock he had firmly stuffed in his pants as the seemingly jumped out of his pants. Even in my drunken state, my eyes grew, knowing that there was no way in hell it would fit. “Just sniff the bottle and let me do the rest,” he said, sensing my worry after taking a single glance at his package. The alcohol was still coursing through my veins, as I slowly nodded and did as he said. Being a proper medical professional, I had been a good boy all my life. I have never drunk as a teen, smoked, did drugs or even had sex until I had met Matt in college. Hell, I hadn't even taken anything stronger than a Tylenol until I had my wisdom teeth out at 19. Yet, here I was, about to start sniffing poppers, smoking heavily on a cigar, no... my second cigar after getting trashed on scotch. And set to have sex with a stranger. All without hesitation. At first, I felt nothing as the strange smelling fumes went up to my nose. Then, I felt it. Everything in my body relaxed, and I watched as the man above me slowly brought his cock towards my face. “Want to suck me, boy?” he asked, reaching over to the table and setting the spent cigar that was formerly in his mouth into the ashtray. I nodded and returned the smile he gave me. Turning away, he went over to his previously forgotten leather pants and grabbed a lighter and what had to be a massive pipe out of the side pocket. Again, it was my turn to be mesmerized. He slowly brought the large lighter to the bowl of the pipe, lighting it with the flame, and began to slowly circle it, puffing and bring the pipe to life. Flipping out the bottom of the lighter, he began to press the tobacco threatening to break free of the confines of the bowl back in and began to light it once again, this time bringing with it large clouds of smoke. All I could do is watch in awe as he performed the ritual, my cock somehow getting even harder as he then turned his attention back to me. “Daddy’s gonna need this for all the pounding he's got planned on your tight hole,” Jackson growled, letting smoke curl out of his mouth. Walking over to me, he grabbed his dick and aimed it at my mouth. “Suck on my meat slut,” he growled at me, staring down at me on the bed through hooded eyes. Slowly, I took him into my mouth, my jaw stretching uncomfortably as I struggled to fit him fully into my mouth. Slowly, I was able to get deeper and deeper until I could feel him threatening to hit the back of my throat. I grabbed his balls and began tugging on them as my gag-reflex started to kick in, eliciting a growl of approval. “It’s time to slam into that cum-dump boy,” Jackson replied, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a loud plop. I stared at his massive, glistening dick, a string of what had to be precum and my spit slowly dripping off the tip. Jackson made his way back to the foot of the bed and brought my feet back above his shoulders, the large pipe resting on his lips as smoke slowly rose out of the bowl. Reaching down, he grabbed the now forgotten bottle of poppers and my half smoked and now unlit cigar from the ashtray. Opening the bottle, he took a few hits before putting the bottle under my nose. I took a few hits myself and he closed the bottle before shoving the cigar in my gaping mouth. Closing my lips around the thick cigar, he brought his now lit lighter to the edge of the stick. I drew on it, bringing the cigar back to life slowly, inhaling with each puff. “Good fucking cum pig…” he growled as I puffed away, “Daddy likes his cock whore smoking.” I vaguely noticed each time he called me those dirty names that my cock jerked, and had even started dripping precum on its own as the words got nastier. Removing the lighter, he put out the flame and threw it on the bed. Removing the pipe out of his mouth, he worked up a load of spit and drooled it onto my openly exposed hole. I felt my hole pucker as the warm saliva slowly moved across it. Taking another puff of his pipe, he then spit another mouthful onto his large, veiny cock. “Take a deep haul on the cigar you slut,” he growled, shoving the head of his dick against my hole, “Daddy’s coming home.” I did as he said and took a deep draw on the cigar as I felt him shove his dick head against my stubborn opening. It fought for several moments as his large cock pushed harder and harder. Suddenly, my hole gave up the fight and I nearly screamed as ten solid inches slowly made its way into my formerly tight hole. He rested for a minute as my hole raged against the sudden intruder deep in its depths. Slowly, the pain ebbed away, calmed as I slowly started smoking the cigar in my jaw again. In my pain, I had bit down somewhat on the stick, and thankfully it now sat perfectly on the side of my mouth. As Jackson slowly started pumping in and out of my ass, I focused on the bright, glowing cherry slowly moving up the stick. I timed his pumps into my ass and his smokey exhales with the inhales on my cigar, slowly beginning to relish on the loosening of my hole, now loosening against his steady assault. Suddenly, Jackson changed positions, and with a slight grunt from him towering above me, my hole suddenly felt slicker. We continued on with this for what felt like an hour, but in hindsight was likely only half that. Looking down, he smiled at my hard cock, drooling from the steady slamming of the sweet spot inside my ass, and took hold of my cock, coating the palm of his hand before roughly stroking it. “Good boy,” he let out with a low moan as my hole involuntarily squeezed hard on his dick, “You’re making Daddy so happy. He wants to see you shoot a big load for him. Grip onto Daddy’s dick with your fucking cumhole.” Nodding, I complied and began to tighten my hole, immediately loving the sensation as he began to slam somehow ever harder into my ass. Finally, I felt my balls tighten, and as I began to cum, my back and head involuntarily arched backward, my jaw gripping even tighter on to the nearly spent cigar in my mouth. As I did so, I felt his cock slam into my ass one last time before I felt his cock twitching in my ass as he let out one final yell. "Take all of my Daddy sperm! It's time to knock up that hole!" We both lay there in silence as we slowly recovered from our shared orgasm. Stirring slightly, he rubbed his hands on my chest and pinched each of my nipples. Eliciting another small gasp and pucker of my hole, he smiled. We were both equally spent. Removing my now spent cigar from my mouth, as well as his pipe, which was apparently fully smoked, he gently placed both his pipe and my cigar butt into the ashtray beside my head, and proceeded to give me a deep kiss, his large tongue sliding deep in my mouth. After which he slowly withdrew his slowly deflating cock from my ass. We scooted up on the bed and I must have fallen asleep, slowly tracing my finger around the scorpion shaped tattoo on his left shoulder. And that’s when I realized what my drunken self the night before had not. I knew that what that tattoo meant. Either this man was born at the end of October or beginning of November, or worse. I saw that tattoo twice before, both times at work during my rotation in I.D. I might have just let an HIV positive man come in my ass. Without protection. Jumping up, I let out a horrified “OH FUCK!”, both do the shock of what my stupid drunken ass had done the night before, and the now sharp sting emanating from my ass. Sticking his head out of the bathroom, Jackson looked at me and made a small smile. “Sore, huh?” he asked, grinning as he stepped into the room, wearing nothing but a towel with a quickly growing tent from what was likely a semi-hard monster cock underneath. “No! I mean… well yes… but fuck… we…” I sputtered, trying to find my words as I struggled with my sudden realization. “Fucked?” he asked, “Yeah, and damn boy, you have a mighty fine ass. And no way in hell you aren’t a smoker! I’ve never seen anyone smoke like that and not be one.” “Shit!” I yelled, starting to pace the room, “Shit-shit-shit!” “You ok?” he asked, looking at me confused. “No! You’re poz, aren’t you?!” I nearly yelled, looking at him and pointing my finger. “Um… well, yeah…?” he asked, still confused. “SHIT!” I screamed, grabbing at my hair as I paced even faster. “Well, I mean I am undetectable but… Dude,” he asked slowly, “You okay?” I stopped and stared at him for a few moments before exploding “DO I LOOK OK?! I JUST HAD UNPROTECTED SEX WITH YOU!” I yelled, starting my pacing again. “Um, calm the fuck down,” Jackson replied, a slightly disgusted look spreading across his face. “I’ve got to go get on PEP. I gotta get tested… shit!” I muttered, my breathing quickening as everything came crashing down. “Wait…” Jackson slowly drawled out, “You’re neg?” “Of course I am!” I replied as I stared at him bewildered. “Oh fuck dude…” he continued, as the realization finally struck him, “I just though you were poz since you came in the bar last night…” “What?!” I asked, becoming confused as my mind failed to understand where his line of thought was going. “Uh, last night was poz night at the bar… well, unofficially…” he replied, slowly making his way to the edge of bed before sitting down. “Officially it’s “Daddy Dick” night, but well… yeah. I figured you knew. Everyone does.” “Well, I fucking didn’t!” I replied, my breathing quickly increasing as tears started to form on my face. “Look,” Jackson asked, “You obviously work in medicine right?” Confused, I stared at him not knowing how he knew this. Guessing at why I was confused, he pointed to the closet. “I hung up my clothes and noticed the scrubs and doctor tools and stuff. I’m going to guessing nurse, maybe? Med student? Obviously too young to be a doc.” Slowly, I nodded, trying to follow his logic. “Well, I’m fully medicated and undetectable,” he continued, “So your chances of actually contracting it are what?” “At most, 0.45% over the course of a year of unprotected sex… or less depending on the study you read,” I replied, automatically blurting out one of the millions of facts I had picked up along my course. “So essentially nil,” Jackson said. “But it’s not impossible,” I replied, nervous but more slightly relieved. “Thank god you only came in me once.” “Well,” Jackson replied, a fond smile on his face, ”more like three times. I tend to come several times when I really get into it.” Tension filled my body as I slowly looked over at him. “Not helping,” I ground out, “ Really, really not helping. But thanks for trying.” “Jake, right?” he asked, waiting for me to shaking my head in affirmation before he continued, getting up from the bed and pulling on his clothing, adding “Look, I kinda get where you're coming from. I was somewhat in your shoes once not all that long ago." He looked down at his watch before continuing. "I have to head to work. Maybe it would be a good idea to wrap your head around what happened last night.” I slowly nodded, secretly fighting the mildly nauseous feeling deep in my stomach as he continued. “I had fun, you seemed to have fun too. And frankly, I’d love to do it again. But only when you want to.” “I… uh…. thanks…” I replied, still unsure of how to reply, my mind racing. Surely it had been one of those drunken one-time things. I’m not one to those types of guys. I don’t do those types of things. Right? “Here,” he said, pulling out his wallet and handing me a business card from inside, “Take it. Has my cell on it. If you ever want to pick up from here, let me know. Or if you just need someone as a contractor for your house.” Nodding, I slowly willed my self to politely take the card as he made his way to the door. “Take care,” he replied, lifting his hand behind him. Softly I muttered a 'you too' as he softly closed the door. I sat in silence for a few moments. Looking around the room, I saw my phone sticking slightly out of my pocket, abandoned in the activities the night before. Gingerly, I stood up and pulled the phone out, placing my finger over the home button. I frowned as the screen remained stubbornly dead. “Damn it…” I sighed, making my way to the bag and after a short search, finding the thin white cord and power block. Looking around, I finally saw a power port on the bedside lamp and grabbed my boxers, plugged the phone and pulled on my underwear. Soon enough, my phone lit up and a small ding emanated from it. With a sigh, I grabbed it and stared at the screen which reported 47 missed calls, 101 text messages and 35 voicemail. All undoubtedly from Matt. “Fuck…” I muttered, rubbing my hand on my face, “Isn’t this just a perfect taste of what’s to come?” END OF PART 2

How many guys you got coming over I ask John and after conferring with Paulo they had heard from about 10 guys but thought that only about half were really probably on there way as a lot of guys play games on the different chat lines. I started playing with my hole with my gloved hands again on the cam wanting more cock as I felt so empty without something up there. Wanting to make sure I gave a great show for the guys coming over, as they told each of the guys that the cam was going to be left on, John came out with a rig and asked me if I had ever slammed before. I had not so John did like a voiceover on cam to tell me and the audience what was going on. I was flying pretty high already so I was only hearing half of it while I was licking my lips and fingering my hole. I love the feel when I put the metal jockstrap on and even started playing with that instead of paying attenting which was good as I hated the even thought of needles. I layed in the sling smiling into the lens of the camera with a big smile as I watched guys watching me on the cam. John came back over in the hood and prepped my right arm for the show by swabbing a good vein over with alcohol and then tying my arm off with a giant rubber band looking thing. I started to breath heavy and both John and Paulo sensed I was really nervous so Paulo starting playing with my nips again to take focus off my arm. I closed my eyes as I could not watch the prepared needle as it entered the vein in my arm, but I certainly felt it followed by a hot rush all over my body starting with my arm racing all over until I started to cough up a lung and start gasping for air pretty loudly as you could hear the echo coming from the microphone attached to the cam. I literally was shaking at first in the sling until eventually my body calmed down and I started to really get hornier and hornier as the minutes passed. More pings at the computer from the guys watching. John told me I had quite a following now and had more viewers that he had ever seen. I started squeezing and releasing my hole to make it look like it was again throbbing on the camera and started really letting go and letting loose as some of John and Paulos loads starting dripping out. Slamming was way better than smoking and started to beat myself up that I had not tried it before. My thoughts though were interupted by the front doorbell. I could not wait to see who was coming in the fuck me... (more to cum)

Sitting beside the hottub after getting bred

I had just finished my work out at the gym that is meant for only men so I decided to hit up the shower, when I got to the shower I saw 2 sexy guys making out. They were both white guys, they were built big and beefy, they had perfect worked out tan asses and bodies that were so beautiful they were nice and strong and each had a beard that wasn't to long, one of them had a septum piercing and each had a decent amount of tattoos. As soon as I saw them making out I got an instant hard on so I approached them and decided to join in. I got down onto my knees and grabbed both dicks, each dick was at least 9 inches and I couldn't wrap a full hand around them. When I got a closer look each dick had the sexiest piercings I saw along with there nipples and belly buttons. I started choking down on the man with the septum ring as he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth, while I was stroking the other cock. Then I changed cocks and started jamming it in my throat this cock had a tattoo around the base. At this point we went to the locker room where they pulled out a bag of cocaine and started lining it on there hard cocks as I bucked the rails and started to feel a horny cock obsession rush, I just wanted them inside me at that point. Then the man with the septum piercing snorted some blow ouy of my ass hole as the other man fed me his delicious fucl hole at wich point I noticed his Gouch was pierced. After the man with the septum piercing took his bugger candy the other man took his turn snorting it off my asshole which right after he started eating and tongue fucking my booty hole I was moaning in pleasure. Each of us were fueld up and ready to fuck so we took the party to the steam room. In the steam room the men started wrecking me on a cocaine fueled Rage and I was loving every bit of it. I could feel every pulsing inch in my ass and it was like ecsyacy as the other man fucked my mouth and pissed down my throat. Then they swapped spots right after we each bucked some more lines off each other's cocks. They made me there little cock whore for hours as they double penetrated me and bathed me in there piss. The steam room made us even sweatier and hotter as out buddies rubbed against each other. At the end they each breeded me with there man spunk which the man with septum sucked out of my ravaged ass hole and spit it into my mouth as we made out and swapped piss and cum. These gods made me there fuck servant and now there My masters every week.

The Freshman 10, Part 3: Loving Daddy or Stalker?: Mr. Durant’s raw dick had left my hole throbbing as he had slammed it into me dry while his son - Kevin - had run out to the car. So much had happened so fast. I started college, met Kevin, spent an amazing night with him and then...well then his father sent Kevin off on some bullshit job assignment so he could spend the night fucking me raw and breeding me. Kevin’s red Cadillac ELR sports coupe barreled down the highway as we headed back to campus for our first class of the day. He kept reaching over and squeezing my hand, holding it tight as a silent, “I had fun, let’s fuck again.” I liked Kevin - ALOT! But I felt like I could still smell his father on me, that I could still feel Mr. Durant’s dick shooting his cum in me, that I could feel his big, strong hands holding me aloft as he pierced my ass with his BBC. My guilt was giving me a mind fuck and Kevin could tell something was up. He clearly thought he had done something wrong, or somehow I didn’t like him as much as he liked me or whatever. None of which was true it was just…fuck…I was so confused about it all! Even before we hit campus my phone started blowing up. There were several texts from a blocked number and as we walked from the car to our first class I opened the first one and about dropped the phone: “Good boy pussy – you want more daddy dick?” How the fuck did Kevin’s dad get my number? The texts continued: “I know your hole is twitching from my dick. I popped that pussy OPEN! I know you will be thinking about me breeding you deep all day! I’m smoking a cigar, thinking about that pussy juice coating the tip, stroking my shaft, making it hard for you.” I started to shake – need, fear, desire – all wrapped up together. The next text came and this time it was a pic and I blurted “FUCK!” and that time the phone did slip from my fingers, but luckily I managed to bend down and snatch it off the grass before Kevin could or else he would have seen the latest message from his father: Kevin and I were almost inseparable and frankly not having him there to rely on would have made things so much harder. Our second day together – the one after his father had bred me without him knowing – Kevin volunteered to come back to my house when I declined his invitation to go home with him again. I hesitated but looking in those damn gorgeous eyes of his I melted and caved and agreed. Only when we were stepping upon the porch of my student group house did I start panicking. My roommates – whom I barely knew – didn’t know I was into guys. They frankly knew nothing about me and I knew nothing about them and our only engagement so far had been a few days of nervous, “Morning, how are you?” as we passed each other in the hall on the way to the overused bathroom. Within seconds of stepping in the door, his hand confidently in mine, Kevin had charmed the entire house with his joyous smile, easy personality, and fucking to-die-for good looks. Not one of my housemates paused, hesitated, or batted an eye as he and I stood there hand in hand. Proud – together – man to man. My next level of stress came as we walked up the stairs and I led Kevin into my sparse room. After his place mine looked like a fucking shit hole with a few milk crates for shelves, an old mattress on the floor, a Salvation Army Store lamp with a bulb that flickered on and off and no shade, and what few belongings I truly owned in a couple of cardboard boxes in the corner. None of that mattered to Kevin for as soon as I closed the door to my room he dropped his backpack, which made a THUD on the old wood floors, and immediately began to undress. I frantically looked around – I was not prepared at all for something like this, I didn’t even have fuck towels or something. Kevin just smiled, “Come on, get on your bed and show me that white ass – I’ve been horny as fuck all day.” When I sheepishly apologized I didn’t have lube or anything Kevin laughed, “Awesome man! Spit fucking’s the best!” With that, Kevin proceeded to slick his dick up with copious wads of spit as I hesitated, but gave in to my need to get some dick. “WANT MY NUTT?” Kevin asked as he banged me on my old mattress on the floor. I was so concerned my roommates would hear I just moaned softly, but he got the message and proceeded to seed my hole. I returned the favor and as I blew my own load up his tight ass got lost in the dark expanse of his eyes, wondering how all this had happened to me – so soon, so fast, so good! The rest of the week passed in a blur as I settled into my new routines at the university and did my best to ignore the almost constant stream of blocked number texts, which were companioned by a similar stream of unknown sender emails to my personal email account – the first of which was just a picture: After that I stopped opening emails, too afraid of what I might find. I did draft a few emails I thought I might send in response – some were to tell Mr. Durant to fuck off, some to tell him how much I enjoyed the sex, but we could never do it again. I never pressed SEND as I could not make up my mind, and instead created a password protected file on my laptop where I wrote the whole thing down as best as I could remember thinking that if I did so, it would help me figure out what to do. Did it? No. It just made me more confused and mad horny and Kevin didn’t mind the horny part! Kevin was with me every day before class, after class, and in between classes we didn’t have together. We spent every second we could together. I had never felt this way about anyone and within just a few days could not imagine my life without him. We shared so many interests and just clicked at every level and the sex – fuck the sex – was God damn amazing! After the second day together I forgot all about his father. OK, well maybe not FORGOT as the cyber stalking from his father was an almost constant presence, but I was in total denial and just so focused on the moment with Kevin it was like a bad itch I refused to scratch. Kevin had even asked and texted me several times about spending the weekend at his house and shamefully I lied. I didn’t know what else to do or how to avoid the situation. I told him I needed to go see my parents, but I didn’t. I just planned to hide in my room all weekend as my way of avoiding his father until I could figure out how to handle it. That all changed on Friday. My last class of the day, and Kevin’s too, was a course in Valuation and Corporate Finance. Kevin was still bugging me about coming home with him for the weekend and while he had been sweet, kind, considerate, and more than patient with my brush offs and excuses all week including my story about having to go visit my parents. I knew I would have to face this sooner or later. I had decided to tell him after class what had happened. Everything. How his father had fucked me, bred me, how I had let him, all of it. I knew he would never want to see me again, but…well…I could not live this way anymore. My future with Kevin meant I had to be honest – warts or bad daddies and all. You can imagine my surprise when Kevin did not show up to class. My cell phone buzzed about 10 minutes in: “Got called to Lockheed. Major probs bro. Project has gone sideways. Won’t be able to give you a ride home so asked my Dad to pick you up. See you soon!” Shit. Shit shit shit shit! No fucking way. I was not able to focus on what the prof said the rest of the class. When we finished, I followed the herd out the door and onto the commons and stopped short. There, standing casually against the right fender of a navy blue sedan was Kevin’s dad in all his fucking glory! Mirrored shades, gold watch, rings, dress pants and shirt, and his arms crossed as he waited. FUCK! I was not the only one to stop and stare as Mr. Durant was catching the eye of every boy and girl on campus who walked by. But even through the mirrored shades I shivered, knowing his eyes were laser focused on me. I wanted to run, hide, and pretend this was not real. Yet, before I knew it I was walking towards him and with each step his smile got wider. “GET IN THE CAR BOY,” was all he said. Mr. Durant’s car – well at least the one he was driving then as I knew he had several from what I saw parked in his driveway and garage, was an old sedan built of heavy, solid material much like him. It felt attached to the ground somehow, hefty and intense, and when I slid into the well tended leather seats and shut the door I noticed the polished silver metal ashtray built into the door handle ledge. You sure don’t see that anymore. The chrome of the window crank was spotless, as was the rest of the car. Mr. Durant revved the engine, put it into drive, and as we drove away from campus I continued to appreciate the fine workmanship, the attention to restoration and detail, and then I saw the wicker picnic basket in back. “Grab me a beer from the cooler. Right there behind the seat,” Mr. Durant ordered. I wanted to state the obvious about drinking and driving, but had more immediate concerns on my mind like where the fuck were we going and what was he going to say because I didn’t answer his texts or emails? I then realized this was not my way home! Kevin’s daddy popped the beer and drained it in nothing flat as he drove down the road. He handed me the empty can with a clear ‘get me another look’, so I did. “Why did you lie and tell my son you were going home to see Gene and Judy?” Mr. Durant asked. How the fuck did he know my parents’ name? How did he know what Kevin and I had discussed? All sorts of thoughts ran through my head the first of which was he clearly was reading his son’s texts. I had nothing to say. What was between me and Kevin was none of his business. Unfortunately for me Mr. Durant was having none of that. I then thought about a couple of email messages that I had thought had been from Kevin, from his account, asking me to take a picture of my ass, or tell him how much I loved him fucking me. Now – well, it seemed obvious those were not from Kevin at all. We drove in mostly silence for about 30 minutes and I had no fucking idea where we were except in the country. Mr. Durant pulled his sedan off onto a small side road, then parked at the edge of a clearing that was partially shaded by some trees that appeared to have been transported from a land before time – they were so tall, thick, their bark heavy and gnarled from years of fending off Mother Nature. Mr. Durant climbed out of the car, purposefully strode around the front, opened the passenger side door, and said, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR AND SHOW ME THAT WHITE PUSSY. YOU BEEN HIDING THAT CUNT ALL WEEK. TIME FOR A LITTLE BREAKING AND ENTERING – A LITTLE B&E –TEARING UP THAT ASS!” I fought against my desire to be good, to be the man I should be for Kevin, to be honest and true – but I failed, miserably. I eagerly stripped and stood naked before Mr. Durant who just smiled and I knew that his eyes behind those mirrored shades were taking me all in. Now I needed him all in me. I planted my hands firmly on the right front fender, annoyed by the wiry antenna that prevented a full arm spread. Mr. Durant wasted no time in joining my nakedness, spitting on his dick, pressing his hot flesh to mine, and tearing my hole up as he forced himself on me, “YOU JUST A NEEDY BOY – NEEDING DADDY’S DICK TO GO POP IN THAT HOLE – NEEDING THAT DADDY DICK BANGING OUT THAT BOY PUSSY, TAKING THAT CUNT! LET THIS BOOTY WARRIOR UP IN THERE, LET GO THOSE INHIBITIONS, LET MY BLACK DICK TEACH YOU HOW TO SERVE A MANDINGO DADDY RIGHT!” My cries of pain and need were muffled by Mr. Durant’s left hand over my mouth as he fucked me raw, while a flock of crows squawked and cawed and took flight from their roosts in the clearing nearby. Mr. Durant started smacking my ass with one hand in between strokes and I was convinced more than ever he had been reading my emails, texts, and computer files as he said, “I KNOW YOU LIKE IT WHEN I POP THAT PUSSY! LONG DICK THAT ASS – MAKE YOU SQUIRM FOR DADDY AS I OWN THAT CUNT – THAT RIGHT BOY? I KNOW HOW GOOD IT MAKES THAT ASS FEEL AS I PUSH IN INCH AFTER INCH, HARD AND RAW. FILLING YOU UP LIKE YOU NEVER DREAMED POSSIBLE. STRETCHING YOU OUT AS YOU FEEL ME CUM INSIDE. YOU NEVER IMAGINED HAVING A MAN USE YOU – CONTROL YOU – DOWNRIGHT FUCK YOU OUT – THAT IT COULD FEEL SO AMAZING!” For an ‘old’ man he sure the hell had stamina as it was a good 20 minutes later of getting my hole solidly pounded when Mr. Durant proclaimed to the world, “THAT PUSSY READY FOR MY CREAMPIE – SLOPPY CUNT – READY FOR DADDY’S NUTT – SO GOD DAMN OPEN FOR DADDY –THAT’S HOW I KNOW YOU NEED IT, WANT IT, LOVE THAT SHIT! BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR BOY – DADDY’S HERE NOW – YOU WILL GET IT, TAKE IT, TAKE IT! GOOD BOY FOR DADDY – TRYING TO BREAK MY DICK OFF IN THAT PUSSY, FUCKING THAT BOY HOLE WITH MY RAW BBC – FEEL THAT LOAD BLOATING YOU UP? HELL YEAH! EMPTYING MY BALLS IN THAT BOY CUNT!” The rev of a truck engine echoed through the trees as it drove on a road nearby. Having filled me with days’ full of cum, Mr. Durant opened the back door to the car, reached into the picnic basket, pulled out one of his cigars, had me turn around, then stuck it in deep in my freshly nutted hole. He smacked his lips as he lit it, smiled, then spread his legs as he sat on the leather seat, “Back up on my dick. Reach back, guide it in, that’s it, feel that shaft swell as it stretches your ass. Work it while daddy enjoys this pussy juice smoke.” I rode Mr. Durant’s dick up, down, and sideways as he enjoyed his cigar and I enjoyed his black dick heating my insides up. My bliss was interrupted though as Mr. Durant pushed me off, stood up, grabbed the picnic basket, then a blanket from the trunk, and handed them to me and went and stood in front of the car. His arms crossed, his dick still hard and wet, he stood watch as I laid out the blanket, carefully moving any stones or sticks from the area first to make it as comfortable as possible. I opened the basket, set out the boxed sandwiches and fruit, grabbed him another beer and one for myself. It was hard to focus on eating when I could smell him, see his dick just drooling and twitching, and my ass was trying to respond in kind. My cloth napkin did little to hide my hardon and he did not even try hiding his. With lunch finished, Mr. Durant stood up and monitored me as I packed things back up and when the blanket had been folded he took it, laid it on the hood of the sedan, and in one fell swoop lifted me up and plopped me on my back and slid me right to the edge so my ass was hanging in the air being held up by only his firm grip. With nothing but the sweat from our bodies and the load he already gave me, Mr. Durant slammed my hole back open and I sighed. Lying there on his car, the dappled sun dancing across my body as his dick danced around inside me was intense! I moaned and tried lifting my legs and hips back so he could go deeper – that was what I needed and had to have, and he knew it. “YOU NEED DADDY DIGGING DEEPER IN THAT BOY PUSSY? HUNGRY HOLE FOR DADDY. NEXT TIME YOU DON’T GET TO EAT AS I WANT TO GIVE YOU THEM DRY HEAVES FROM CHOKING ON MY DICK. FEED YOU AT BOTH ENDS. ALL YOUR HOLES ARE MINE FOR DADDY’S PLEASURE.” Mr. Durant then shifted his stance, his hips continuing to smack my flesh as he leaned over my prone body and first gently flicked his thick tongue over my pointed nipples, then as they hardened into mini-spikes he gently tugged on first one then the other with his teeth. Then as my nipples grew more flush he started to nibble on them, then gnaw a little, then chew with abandon as he fucked me as hard as he could. I had no idea my nipples and my ass were connected, but it felt like a direct electrical current ran from one to other and he would time his bites with his strokes – my ass would pulse and he would champ down on a nipple as the charge hit my chest, which would boomerang back to my ass in time to meet his 10-inch upstroke. “GOOD BOY, SHOOT FOR DADDY,” Mr. Durant ordered as he paused his oral duties and guided me on, “I CAN FEEL THAT CLIT PULSING, THROBBING ON MY DICK HEAD WHEN I PUSH BY, TRYING TO MAKE THAT PUSSY CREAM AND SQUIRT. CAN YOU SQUIRT FOR DADDY BOY? THAT’S IT, JACK THAT DICK, JACK THAT BOY DICK, LET DADDY SEE YOU SHOOT!” That’s all it took for my freshman balls to unload and stream after stream shot out of my dick, up past my shoulder and went SPLAT on his shiny car hood. The intensity of my orgasm was met head on by his iron horse as he pummeled my pulsing hole, forcing me to continue to spew as he joined me in unloading his own juice. My ass caught every drop of his though, which made for less mess I had to clean up when we were done. Mr. Durant drove me home in silence. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know if he was angry, upset, just tired, or what. I so wanted to touch him, to get fucked some more, but to also tell him it could never happen again as I liked Kevin. The words didn’t come out though. Back home in my shabby little room, I rubbed my eyes, laid on my mattress and no matter how much I tried to imagine Kevin it was his father that I saw in my head, that I imagined fucking me as I jerked off into one of my socks. I watched some TV, kept checking my phone to see if Kevin had texted (and secretly hoping his father had), and was disappointed each time. Sleep finally came and some hours later I awoke to the smothering pressure of a large body on top of mine as a big hand covered my mouth and a set of keys were dropped on the wood floor. I squirmed and fought to no avail and then the liquored breath said, “Shhh boy. You be quiet and let daddy fuck you unless you want to get buck wild and let all your roommates know your dirty little secret.” Mr. Durant? How the fuck did he get in my house? Or know which room was mine? Or unlock my bedroom door? Christ what if someone saw him? I could hear the soft thump thump of music playing somewhere in the house as Mr. Durant humped my hole. His was a needy, rough, demanding fuck driven by inebriated lust and I knuckled my fists into the sheets as he tucked me in for the night saying, “TAKE MY CUM BOY, TAKE DADDY’S CUM.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

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The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Julian) I tried to open a conversation with Julian, but since the blow job event he seemed to be stubborn. “I hope you don’t spoil everything later, when you meet the others….” I mentioned. “The others?” Julian asked scared. “You can believe it or not, I do care about your future and I am asking myself, how will you cope with it?” I asked him nicely. “That’s none of your business.” Julian sulked. The area we passed right now was desert like. We drove for a while already down a street, which was hardly used for normal traffic. This route got used by truckers only. Business guys….. I grinned evilly. My feeling was, that Julian may be 18 years old, but he seemed to be very inexperienced and easily to manipulate. “Well, I wanted to suggest something to you. It entered my mind, when you told me about your past and the gifts you have been giving by nature. Let’s look at the objective data: You didn’t finish your school – that’s a minus! You got not qualifications whatsoever in business… workmanship or such – also a no go. You got no connections – not good! And you got no money – which really is a problem. Now, let’s see if you got other stuff you could contribute: You are able to suck and swallow – which could be helpful. You suck dicks for let’s say 5 dollars. If you swallow the junk, you can charge more money on it, let’s say 5 dollars in additional. You could earn 10 dollars just for a blowjob with swallowing. You should always prefer that and advertise it, that you swallow every load offered. Hmm… I didn’t check your anal finesse yet, but since your father and his friends enjoyed using you for anal gangbangs, you might got some professional possibilities here also. Always offer anal sex, since you can charge at least 20 dollars for it. Advertise it, that you do it without a condom – which would again add 5 dollars to the normal price.” I explained my thoughts to Julian. He opened up by answering, if this wouldn’t be too low on the price scale, although he personally had no idea what a whore would claim for his offers. I agreed, but then I told him that many guys were already working as whores. There was simply too much competition and he should show his costumers from the beginning, that he would offer his body for fair prices. “You just have to suck more guys and let more costumers fuck you, this way you earn a lot more doe and the guys would rather choose you, because of the low charges.” Julian nodded understandingly. “If you allow several guys to gangbang you, it would be perfect to give them some discount. Since you are serving two or more people, you are earning fast money. But you need to encourage and advertise that over and over again, that gang-bangers are welcome into your body.” I told Julian. The discount should be a great offer to the guys to incite taking this special offer and show up with 3 or more guys. Julian didn’t get it…. so I calculated the stuff for him. Stupid whore… 25 dollars for one guy, let’s say…. 30 minutes duration. So Julian would collect 75 dollars in 90 minutes, if everything turns out fine. If he would discount gangbangers (10 dollars each guy) he would earn in 30 minutes with three guys banging the shit out of him 45 dollars. If he could repeat this 3 times (90 Minutes) it would sum up to 135 dollars. He would get, in the same amount of time, 60 extra dollars. “That would be awesome.” Julian cheered loudly. I smiled, nodded and thought… ‘Yeah bitch. Splendid - you stupid cunt.’ “And for the beginning I wanted to show you a place, which might be really a good location for a first timer like you, with no competition at all, but lots of possible customers” I said. Julian looked around but all he could see was only desert. “That’s the clue. We will drive to a parking lot, which is the only spot in this desert. No gas station or restaurant, which would only make it harder to whore around without getting in trouble. You can make yourself a name there. You could offer yourself to the truckers, right in their rigs or at the latrine of course. There is also a deserted hut close to the latrine. You could set up a room for you there and sleep on a mattress while waiting for costumers” I sounded cheerfully. This way the guys, who knew Julian was sleeping in the hut, could enter the place and simply use Julian’s body and give him the cash immediately. So Julian would not have to be at the latrine 24 hours offering his body. He could rest a bit from time to time and still be available with his holes. I knew there was already a mattress in the hut and it got used quite regularely. Julian would have an easy job there. I advised him to sleep on his belly. It would make the service so much easier for his customers. “But how can I get food or something to drink, if I got no transport….” he interjected. I thought about it and told him that he could lower the prices and instead of charging 25 Dollars for unprotected anal intercourse… he should ask for 15 Dollars and an old burger. The latrine would hold most of the time water, so he shouldn’t die of thirst and most of the time the urinals would be blocked. So there would be always enough to drink, directly out of the urinals or the latrine itself. Julian thought about it silently. “I don’t know…. I feel insecure about this” he answered. “You would be out of your step-dad’s radar and you could try this kind of job out, at least for a week. Who knows, maybe you will have earn enough money to buy yourself a brand new car by then” I lied. Julian’s eyes sparkled. “You think so?” he asked excited. “If you don’t deny any customer, then you should be rich in no time” I gave him a winning smile. You should not care about the looks so much or the age. It is only important that your customer-service is brilliant. Just offer your body to all the guys who are willing to pay for your holes and then let them in and milk their dicks. It’s an easy job. You simply keep your legs apart for strangers and welcome them if they shoot their junks in your body. With this gratitude you make sure, that those guys will come back to you again to abuse your body over and over again – and I think you might make it.” Of course there might be heterosexual men, who would deny his service and still then I told Julian he could sell other services to those possible customers. He could offer them, to drink their piss out of the latrine or they could pay for punching him or beating him up. Of course he should set rules for such a service, like no beating to the face or no bone crushing. Julian was scared of this idea, but I told him he should give it a try – at least he could earn a couple of dollars for this kind of stuff, if no other costumer is available for a fuck. To get the motor running I suggested I could ‘play’ his first costumer. I would ask him loudly at the latrine how much he would take for bareback assfuck and would hand him the money. Of course he would have to give me the money back later on. This was only part of the advertisement, so that people would know he is a professional and that I could shoot my toxic load into him. I told him I was sure, that some of the other guys, would take the opportunity and ask about the prices, and he would be in business. Julian nodded and agreed to do it that way. “Excellent….” I said with a smile....

I have to agree with you on this one. For me, if the bottom nutts before me, he has to endure it a little longer for me to bust mine. In fact, just yesterday this young Latino bottom hits me up from an old Craigslist ad that I posted, to let me know that he was coming to my area to house sit for a friend. I went over there to hookup with him, and the entire time I was in his ass, he was stroking his cock. He kept telling me that he was about to cum. I tell him go right ahead, which he does instantly. Then as I am still sliding in his ass, he tells me to stop. I didn't, and I kept going until I busted deep in his ass. To me if the bottom wants to cum, and not time it when the tops cums, then he has to endure, the pain and or discomfort until his tops fills him up with some jizz. It's the fair thing to do or don't stroke and cum before the top then. All that does is pisses me off on the deep end.