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Paid a visit to Club 80 in Melb last night and it went off, one of those nights when the stars align. Started in a small open room and ended up being bent over and tag fucked by 4 or 5 guys, not sure if I got 2 or 3 loads, there. so hot being bent over and as soon as one pulled out, another pushed in. After 30mins or so, a semi reg that's fucked me there a few times with a nice big, fat cock took me to a room, stripped me off and had his way with me, sadly he didn't blow, still to take his cum, no matter that it's the 4th or 5th time he's fucked me. He did suck all the cum out of my hole between fucks though :-). Next I saw a hot latin guy in speedos, in a sling room about to fuck some lucky guy in the sling, so I got my cock out to jerk and watch, a bit of a crowd gathered, after 5mins or so I got a shot at the sling guys hole, then the latin guy slipped his cock up my hole. He didn't stay long then another older guy slipped his cock up me as I fucked sling guy. Left there after 10 mins or so and ran into latin guy again, ended up in a room with him, stripped naked and ate his hole, then got to fuck him. Ended up doggy and dumped up his hot sweet smooth cunt, then he said he wanted to fuck me again so I let him, didn't blow though. Wandered around a bit, then ended up in the basement, latin guy, a sexy indian guy ( I think he was Indian ) and a sexy bear were going at it on a public fuck bed, watched for a bit then fucked the bear. Left them to it after a bit and ended up in a dark corner, bent over, pants down and taking some total strangers cock. then an older guy fucked me, asked if I wanted his cum... well yes!!! said he'd hunt me down when he was ready to blow. Found the bear and other two hotties going at it in a sling room. Indian fucked latin, I fucked bear in the sling, then had indian fuck me some. the old guy ran into me and said was I ready, so stripped off in a room for him to use me and he pumped about 4 loads up my hole, last load he jerked off onto my hole. Who knew a guy could blow so much in a short space of time?? Left it at that and headed home, spent, used and very fucking happy.

I had gone to the baths and had a great time fucking and breeding ass, and needed to lie down and rest. I had taken one of the tiny rooms, so after I showered I cleaned out and put a little lube up my ass, just in case, spread my towel on the little pad they call a bed and lay down, this time facing away from the door, to avoid distraction. Of course I left the door open, as you never know what may turn up. And despite the music, I was so tired that I fell asleep. I was awakened by a touch on my ass, followed by a man getting on the bed with me. I love the feel of a man on top of me, the weight, the warm body, and of course the feel of his stiff cock deep inside me. This man didn’t speak, he just laid down on me after centering his cock on my lubed hole, and he gently slid inside. He got into me as deeply as he could, and then he began to very gently fuck me. He was not as tall as I, and he certainly didn’t weigh near as much as I did, so I imagined he was either just barely legal or very slight. It didn’t take him long to build up steam, and suddenly he gave a big sigh and collapsed on me, and I felt his cock pulse in my ass. Then before I could really react, he was off me and gone. From his slight stature, the fact he didn’t speak and that he blew so quickly made me think he was one of the little Asian or Hispanic men that had been standing in the shadows of the play room, jacking their dicks while we were fucking. I imagine he had stroked himself to the edge and needed to get off and came upon an open ass. He was probably uncut, too, as they generally cum quicker, in my experience. At any rate I had a load in my ass, so I was pleased at that. I squeezed my ass a bit and found it may have been a quick fuck, but it was a nice juicy load that ran over my balls and trickled down to the towel I was lying on. I smiled and went back to sleep. “Wow, you got cum running out of your ass!” I woke and turned to see a bearded man in the dim light. He stuck his finger in my ass, pulled it out and tasted it. “Yummy! Can I be next? I love to fuck in another man’s cum!” “Of course, but let me taste your dick first,” I said, and he moved further up and I got a better look at him. Very slender man, but muscled, and he had a beard, but no mustache, the look I’ve always thought of an Amish farmer. He had a nice thick uncut cock, and I got my tongue under his foreskin and ate a little head cheese and sucked him up nice and stiff and sloppy wet. Then he got on top of me and slid home easily on the carpet of cum in my ass. “Oh wow, this is great!” he said, making sure he was deep inside before he began to pump my ass. “I really prefer to watch the face of the man I’m fucking, do you mind?” “Not at all!” and he climbed off as I sat up and then laid back and raised my legs to present my hole to him. He centered his cock on my hole and slid back in and resumed fucking me, smiling. “You like to have your nips worked?” “Please!” He put a hand on each nip and began to squeeze and twist just as I like. “You like to kiss?” “Hell yes!” He bent my legs against my body as he leaned over me, put a hand behind my head and began to kiss me, continuing to fuck, even a little harder. I love to kiss another bearded man, just feels so natural to feel two beards against each other. My cock was getting stiff and poking him in his belly as he fucked me while we kissed. “You must like what I’m doing,” he said, pulling away enough to speak. I just smiled and said “Yeah, you’re having a good effect on my dick and ass!” He kissed me again and then stood upright and took a foot in each hand. “I need to dig in deep to cum. Even though you’ve taken a load, your ass is still tight on my dick.” “Yeah, the guy that gave me his load had a smaller cock than you.” “Good, I like a tight fuck.” And with that he proceeded to really plow ass. “Maybe I can return the favor?” I asked. “Nope, top only, sorry.” “No problem, see if you can give me a bigger load than the other guy did!” I tried to tighten down on him to make him cum, but his cock was doing well enough by itself. He was really into it, sweat running down his brow and dripping off his nose onto my stomach. And the door was open, and we were drawing an admiring crowd, attracted by the ‘fucking sound’ of two sweaty bodies slapping together. “O God, man, here it comes!” And he began to really pound me, long strokes almost all the way out and then all the way back in hard and deep. I could feel the cum leaking out of my ass, running down onto the towel as he plowed with all his might. “ARRGH!” he shouted, and I felt his cock pulse in my ass and the cum spurt as he kept up the assault until his balls were drained. He gave me another big kiss as his cock began to go soft in my ass, and I squeezed his cock out so I could keep his load inside with the other. “Thanks man, that was just what I needed!” “Me too, appreciate it!” And then he was gone, and the crowd, too, so I was lying there in a pool of sweat and cum, smiling. I laid there for a time resting till I felt able to get up and go shower the sweat off. But I kept the loads in my ass. I love the feel of walking with cum squishing in my ass, real turn on. My dick was stiff, and when I jacked it a bit, I got a little precum on my finger, which meant I was ready to top again. I went back to the play area, but it was empty, so I began walking by all the rooms, to see if I could find anyone interesting. I found one with the door open, and the guy was on his stomach with his ass exposed, just as I had been earlier. So I went in and rubbed his ass to see if there was any evidence of him having been fucked. I did the same as the last man had done to me, stuck in a finger and pulled out a tasty wad of cum. He looked up and me and smiled as I sucked my finger clean. “I’m pretty loaded up,” he said, “I think I have four loads in by now.” Cute kid, I’d guess between 25 and 30, at the stage between needing a shave and growing a beard. He lifted himself enough to take my cock in his mouth. “You either been fucking or you’re leaking precum,” he said, pulling off. “Both,” I responded, “and I want to feel that juicy ass!” I climbed on and stuck my cock into the pool of cum at the entrance to his hot hole, and slid home on one of the most juicy asses I had ever been in. This time it was not a white ring of cum around my shaft; cum ran down over his balls, and when I hit bottom, more had been shoved out so our balls were stuck together with cum. I rooted around in his hole, but it was pure juice, and no friction. It was ultimate pleasure, but I knew I couldn’t get my rocks off in that pool of cum without jacking off. “Son, I don’t think I’ve ever fucked in this much cum before,” I told him as I was trying hard to hump his ass. “I was hoping tonight I’d get loaded up and find a hot fucker that wanted to give me my first fist,” he said. My cock instantly got rock hard and I really began to pound him. “You know if you want to take your first fist you need to be really fucked hard and loose and filled with cum.” “I have been and am,” he responded. “I can feel that,” I said, “have you got any Crisco?” He moved a towel to reveal a can of Crisco. I got off him and let him suck my dick clean while I opened the can and greased up. “I take it you know how to fist?” he asked, after my dick was squeaky clean. “Son, I was fisting before you were born. You just relax and move around so your legs are on the floor and you bend over the bed. I got on my knees and began to root around in his cummy hole using my smaller left hand. This was not an ideal position, but in the small bathhouse room, it was the best that could be done. He had been fucked wide open and was so well greased that it looked like I might be able to get a fist in. After I had him as open as I could, I had him stand bent over the little bench-bed and brace himself against the wall, so I could put pressure on him. I stood up and got as centered as I could and pushed gently. Between pushing I would work my hand in circles and tell him to relax and think about sucking my hand in. This would have been so much easier in a sling or in a bedroom with better room and angles. On about the fourth attempt the knuckle wad finally passed his ring, and I was sucked in. “O MY GOD!” he hollered. “Just relax son, we’ve got a ways to go, just relax, don’t push.” I was working fingers looking for the 2nd sphincter so I could put a finger in there and begin to rotate. But he was too tight and I could tell this was hurting him. “Hold on son, I’m coming out,” and I began to pull out, and just like going in, I popped out, but I didn’t immediately withdraw, I came out slowly. He stayed bent over breathing heavy, so I stuck my cock back in his hole, to let his ass relax and come back to normal shape. “That was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt!” he said. “Son, you turn around and lie down on the bed on your back and relax.” After he was flat, I centered my cock on his hole and put his legs over my shoulders and gently fucked him. I could feel him relax and his ass begin to respond. “OK son, grab my cock,” and I gently continued to fuck him as he regained the control of his muscles. I bent over him, putting his legs back against his shoulders and we kissed as I fucked him, and his ass really began to respond then. “God this is so hot,” he said when I stood back up. “Yeah, now your ass is getting back to normal, so I hope I can give you my load.” “Daddy, that would make my first fisting the best sex I ever had! Please fuck me Daddy, and breed my ass!” The words were as good as the grip I was getting from his ass muscles, and a few minutes later I stopped fucking him and let him feel my cock spasm in his ass. “This is so hot! I can feel your cum coating my hole!” I kissed him as I pushed the load in deep. “You’re quite a man, son,” I said looking him in the eyes. “How about you come home with me and we see if we can get my right hand up that hot hole.” He smiled and he kissed me. “Yes, Daddy, if you promise to give me a few more loads!” Jerry Prince, RawPigDad@aol.com 12/28/12

Exactly! Some bottoms make an assumption that the top will ask. I asked once when I started barebacking and was told to pull out. I didnt like that, so I never asked again. I don't stealth, bottom knows he is getting it bare, so what is he really expecting? The only reason I pull out is because sometimes it's fun to spray the bottom with my cum. Other than that, he gets my load.

This is a story i have written for another site, but guessed you would like i the story here better, let me know if you like then i will post some more - greetings from Europe I was waiting in the fishtank to be processed to my cell in the general prison. The word fishtank was correct, we sat in a cage with 50 others guys, being watched by all the other prisoners who where passing by to their work, or foodhall and showers. I was one of the youngest guys in the tank, most guys there where between 25 and 50, it seemed i was the only young offender there. I did not sleep the last days, i was so tired, but fair did take the higher of me, being for the first time in prison, in a foreign country not knowing what to expect. How did I end up there? Well i dreamed about visiting New York for a long time, so finally i had arrived there, my first days i spend visiting all the landmarks in New York, like ground zero, fifth avenue, the Empire state building, Ellis Island. On Sunday i had visited the Guggenheim in the late afternoon and had a diner at a local Italian restaurant. To end the evening i had decided to have a stroll in Central Park, i never i had imagined it was such a big park. Soon i lost directions, and landed in the more dark parts of the park, fear did take to overhand from me, when a guy motioned me over to him, planning to ask him for directions, he offered me some drugs to buy from him, since i was not a user, i told him i was lost and needed some directions, and then suddenly from all sides, there was police, and i was booked as a drug user. They did not buy my story about being lost and i ended up in prison, not knowing me rights or taking a lawyer. Anyhow the lawyer the state had appointed did deliver a shit job, and i was shipped out to the nearest prison in the state. Since i have no family anymore, there was no one who could help me with my situation in my homecountry.I was sitting in the corner of the fishtank far away from other people, most guys would sit together with people of their own kind, white, blacks, hispanics with their own league. I had not really the feeling that i was fitting in. Most of the guys did freak me out, build far more bigger then me, i was not build like the most average american guys, i was a short and frail guy, while all these Americans where big guys, full of testorone, tatts and buzzcuts. I thought the most safe thing for me to do was to keep away from the others and minding my own business. I was looking out what was happening around the fishtanks, the most guys who where passing by, where scary and sometimes i tried to look away from them, just in fear and avoiding any conflicts. More fear was building up inside me, i was not sure how i could handle life when i would arrive in general population, i was working out a strategy for myself how i would cope. Little did i know about prison life in the Big America, there is no such thing as leading your own life in an American prison. Guys who where passing by where making funny signs to me, some made the international sigh for fucking, which seemed odd to me, so i was looking the other way. Others pointed to me and made signs like you and me together, just i did not understand it what they meant.The truth was that i was already being sold under the inmates, rumours had passed that i was a first timer, never been in prison before, a foreigner, and probably a victim of injustice. They could smell my fear from 5 miles, everybody there could tell i was not a fighter, i would be an easy target for everybody who would have a go with me.There was a caucasian guy passing by with a bunch of other guys, and he did notice me and stopped in his tracks. He was observing me, like i was some animal in the zoo, suddenly he was smilling to me, and i thought wow finaly somebody who is friendly to me. Soon he was chattting up his buddies, and one of his buddies did walk up to a group of guys who where standing with their backs to the metal bars.Soon they turned around, and i was watching their moves, wondering what would happen. The guy started small talk to the guys, and soon all faces moved to my directions, where they discussing me? One of the guys i did know from the first days i was in the holding cell, did move forward to the guy, and he started talking to the guy outside the fishtank. My mind was racing, what could they talk about? The guy who was with me in the holding cell had questioned me out what i was doing in an american cell, so he did know pretty well a small part of my story, was he now spilling the beans on me????To be continued I was obvious the object of discussion between the guys in the fishtank, and the guys outsides the tank, all eyes where focussed on me, i was not sure if this was a good thing, of if this would mean trouble. Somehow i would preffered that they would discuss somebody else in the tank, plenty of guys to talk about, why me???? Little did in know, being a loner, and keeping to yourself is not a good thing. You better stick with the others, and preferably with guys of your own race. In prison it is blacks and hispanics how call the shots, being white is a minority, the only whites who survives are the once who belong to the Aryan Brotherhood, and these guys where totally not my scene, i am an openminded guy, anti racist, being a multicultural guy, having friends all over the world. Guess being multicultural is not going to work in jail, soon i would find that out and learn it the hard way. More spectators where in the meantime watching me, what is going on, is this a fucking zoo???? People watching me was beginning to freak me out. The new onlookers where a group of black guys, all big guys, like they just came back from a basketball game, their arms where as thick as the upperside of my legs, and i have pretty strong muscled legs. These guys where really scaring the shit out of me. I tried to move away from their gazes, and move away to the other site of the pod, where the guards where sitting, i felt a bit more safer there. I was covering my face with both hands, and true the opening of my fingers i was trying to make out, if they where still discussing me. The guys in the fishtank where still watching me, and thee so cold friend was still talking to the guy outside the fishtank. Soon i saw that he made his move again to the group of guys and it was obvious that the guy how smilled earlier to me, was in control there. He was asking the other out about me, and in the meanwhile they where all watching me. Soon there was a discussion going between the blacks and the whites, and it was clear that they where discussing me. What was the fuck going on here. The tension was building up in me, what was my future here, how could i avoid any contact with all these people here. Soon i would find out, wardens came into the fishtank and they where calling out names, we had to line up when our name was called out, i saw that the guys outside the tank where motioned to go back to their cells, and prepare their vacant beds to the newcomers. I was hoping to have a cell to my own, i was not sure how a prisoncell looked like in the USA. The fist days of my incarcement i was always in general domitory style tier where a large number of people where sleeping aswell, on privacy means it was total hell for me, i could even not piss in a public toilet when there was another guy standing next to me, let alone having a dump, while 50 other guys where watching me. Soon i heard the warden calling out my name, everybody was watching if i would make the move into the line. When i arrived at the line, the head warden motioned me over to him, and said he would take care of me, whatever that might mean. Others where watching me, and they where discussing me, i was already thinking since i am a foreigner, they are going to treat me special here, i gave a sigh of relieve. The head warden escorted me out of the tank, and walked with me over to the general population, there i came into a large room, where there all cell rooms against the walls of the large room, in the center of the room was a kind of control room, and then you had 3 floors where they where cells. The warden escorted me to a cell in the far corner of the upper floor, i was still hoping for a cell on my own, but when i arrived at the door of the cell, my whole world crushed, there he was standing the leader of the group, who was smiling to me earlier outside the fishtank. I was not sure what to make of him. The warden spoke to my new cellie, here is your bait Rodney, as promised, make sure he keeps out of trouble, and make sure he keeps his nose clean, i will deal with you later. There i was standing in a 2 man cell left by the warden and facing the grimacing face of my new cellmate, Rodney was bunked up against the wall of his bunk, with one arm behind his head and the other hand inside his open jumpsuit, i could see his hearless chest, covered with a lot of tattoos. I had no stuff with me, just the jumpsuit i was wearing, some clothes they have given me, and then a cushion, bedsheets a cover and 2 towels. Standing there i felt intimidated by the big guy watching me, he had a vicious grin on his face, i think he could smell my fear from a mile. I was not sure what to do, should i say hi, should i shake his hand, should i keep stumm???? I never had to deal with a situation like this, and i am very bad at reading people. Rodney was watching at me intensely, he was looking at me from top to toe. Hello little foreigner, welcome to Rodneys palace, he spoke out to me, i was not sure, if he was serious or mocking me about. Palace?????? This shithole was hardly a palace, there where 2 bunks above each other, a toilet, a sink and some storage room, which was been taken for 90 percent by Rodneys stuff. Your sleep on the top pretty boy, for now at least, in the future it might change, who knows, time will tell. What does he mean with this comment???? My mind was racing like crazy, how am i going to cope here???? I was making a move to go to the upper bunk, while Rodney came upright from his bunk, still with his hand in his jumpsuit, little imagiantion i needed what he was doing with his hand in his jumpsuit, it was clear he was playing with his member while watching my every move. Rodney was towering over me, the top of my head did not even reach his big shoulder, i was small compared to this giant, i did not notice how big he was earlier when he was watching me outside the fishtank. I could feel his breathing blowing into my blond hair. I felt akward now, watching this big guy towering over me, i tried to break contact by throwing my stuff to the ground, and making up my bed with the stuff they have given me. Rodney had not the intention to help me, either shifting to the side in order that i could make my bed. I tried to make up my bunkwhile Rodney was watching every move i made, it was not easy making up my bed, while he was towering over me. I tried to avoid any body contact, but he tried it in everyway possible, his hand was still deep in the opening of his jumpsuit, leaving nothing to the imagination of what he was doing. I did not dare to watch him, just to avoid that he was getting the wrong ideas about me, i pretended he was not even there. Rodney was shifting his body, and i thought finally he is going to make room for me, so that i could make up my bed, but before i did know it, he was standing with his breast to my back, forcing me in between him and the metal bars of the bed, my neck, was forced to the iron bar of the matrass of the upper bunk. I was afraid to make any move, i could feel his outlining of his dick, pushing against my back. He lowered his head, and i could feel hit hot breath against the lobe of my ear, you like that boy, you like it when i poke your back, your mine now, your are my property.This triggered my alarm, and i pulled out from him the hardway, hurting my knee on the lower bunk, i was scared shitless from my own reaction. It did not take long or his strong hand that just has been playing with his member was know aroung my throat, puttting on some severe force. What is wrong whiteboy, do you not like to be cuddled up by a big boy? He was increasing the pressure on my neck, he could have snapped my neckbone there and then, pushing me against the metal bar of the upper bunk, i had nowhere to go. You realise punk that you here with a purpose, you are my property now, i bought you, your ass belongs to me, i can do anything i want with you, you have nowhere to go. I was sweating like a pig, my fear was in my face, there was not much i could do, to hold this guy off. I spatted out, i am nobody's property, i am a free man, slavery is over, already a longtime ago i shouted out. Before i had see it coming, his fist did hit my face, at the same time i flew backwards, with my head against the wall, having a double inpact knocking myself out. Somehow i had not lost total conscious, bit my head was hurting massive, Rodney was on his knees in front of me, gripping the collar my jumpsuit, pulling me up till our face where pressed against each other, his spitt was hitting my face, listen punk, you are mine now, and if you don't like it, your ass will be sold to the black guys here, a then your ass will be as big as the hole of a sewerpipe, you get that punk, and with that he let me drop, and my head did hit the wall again, i was nearly shitting myself. Rodney did walk away angry, while i was trying to compose myself, wow this was the first incident, and i was not yet half an hour in the cell. I was trying to get up from the floor, but everything in my body did hurt. When i came up, i saw my reflection in the mirror, my face was covered in blood, his fist had made one good hit, my nose was bleeding, as well my lips, and a part of me eyesocket, as where my elbows of the impact to the floor and wall. I was trying to walk to the sink, when another guy came in, i recognised him from before, he was the one who talked to the guys inside the fishtank, and reported back on Rodney. I was already covering my face, because i was thinking he was coming to finnish the job, but instead he was laughing. Well well, i can see you and Rodney will become good friends, i already can tell. Hey by the way i am little Stevie, i did wonder why they would call him little Stevie, he had the same bulk as Rodney, before i could even drop the question, he told me that he had a dick of 28 cms, so that was why everybody could him little to mock him. Listen baby, don't piss of Rodney, you better do what he says if your dick and balls are dear to you, he rips them off with one go if you not comply to him. Here in prison the gangs have their own rules, you better belong to our gang, then being whored out to the latinos or the blacks. Clean yourself up, it is nearly chow time, you better not show up there with a bloody face, before you know it, somebody will finnish you off there. He left as soon as he had entered, and in the meanwhile i started to clean up my smashed face. Stevie did join Rodney again who was sitting with the rest of the guys, on their own plot dedicated to their gang, every gang had their on sitting place in the pod, these dedicated places where forebidden for guys from another gang. Well tell me Stevie how is the bitch doing in there??? Did you tell him to what his place is in here????? Yes i did, would never have believed that he would come against you, hihihi the bitch has balls, and he paid the cost for it. But i guess you have to work on him, because, he is tougher then he looks. Listen i paid the headwarden some dope to get the bitch in my cell, he has to pay up soon, i figured out a plan who we can speed up plans to turn this little bitch in a punk that brings us money. Tommorow when he hits the showers, make sure, there is a welcome committee, and make sure he understands what the guys wants, and then they have to increase the presurre on him, i want to make sure, he comes to me begging for protection. Rodney was making plans, Stevie would ask guys from a befriended gang, to await Tim in the showers, first they would shower, and when Tim would enter the shower cubicle, they would close into him, and start the intimidation, and use some force to make clear what they wanted.In them meantime Tim was cleaning up and checking all the damages to his body. He had severe bruises in his face, it would be clear that he would have a blue face in a few days. He was cleaning up with one of the towels with cold water, he was trying to remove the blood from face and arms, his ass was hurting like hell. He had the threat in the back of his head of Stevie that he would have to make sure, he would not show his bruises to the guys in the chow hall. Rodney, was entering the cell enjoying the view of the half naked Tim who was cleaning up at the small sink. Tim look scared into the mirror, expecting to receive other blows, but funny enough Rodney did go to his bunk with a grin on his face. Tim was checking every move Rodney made, just to be safe. Rodney was checking out Tim ass and started to grope the outlines of his dick. Rodney made sure Tim was watching him, and made sure Tim would feel that he was preying on him. Tim was disgusted with the with the attitude of Rodney, why would he not apoligize for his actions, Tim was sure that sharing a cell with this guy would not be a walk in the park, he would have to watch every move he would make, being carefull and on constant watch to make sure he was save, he could not let his guard down with this guy. Tim was getting dressed again, he had some bloodspatters on his jumpsuit, but there was nothing he could do, he would clean it during the night.The warden gave the signal that it was time to go to eat, Rodney was getting up from his bunk and turned towards Tim, listen pretty boy, sorry that i did hit you, but it was for your own good. Anyhow if you go to the chow hall, you better stay close to me, to make sure you are safe, if not others guys will see that you are available to them. A big warning to you, it is better that you watch the floor, and not into the faces of other guys, just keep to yourself, stay close to me, and you will sit at the table of my gang. Tim mind was racing, why is he now so protective about me, first he kicks the shit out of me, and then he wants to play the big brother and protect me. Tim was considering his options, he figured out, maybe Rodney was right to stay put to him, stay close and avoiding any eyecontact with other inmates. Soon Rodney did turned to the door and Tim was close behind him following his every step. The walk to the chowhall was very intimidating, Tim was very close to Rodney, and guys where making obscene remarks to Rodney and Tim, hey Rod is he your new fucktoy, did you already ride him, does he suck you off, is he your new cashmachine. Tims mind was running overtime, what where they all on about, what where they suggesting, guys where feeling him up, touching his ass, at a certain moment, Rodney, gave a kick to a guy who was feeling up the ass of Tim, do not once try to touch my property asshole, or i am going to give you the eternal smile. It seemed ages to reach the chowhall, when they finally entered the chowhall, it seemd to mike that they just entered a big market place at some exotic island, guys from all colors where sitting there at long rows of table, the hall must have given place for a thousand men, ranging from white-white to black black and all the colourschemes in between. Tim was scared to have a good look around, so he was sometimes having a peek from the corner of the eye scanning his new surroundings. Soon they where joined by Little Stevie and the rest of the gang, everybody was making remarks about Rodneys new cellie, like it seemed that Tim was deaf, and not really there.

Part 21 A couple days after the twins audition with Steve he got a call from an elated Charlie's father . It seemed that Bam Bam did the deed and his boy was sick from the fuck flu. According;y Steve was owed the balance for the pozzing. What wasn't expected was an offer to pay double if Bam Bam would return to fuck his son all through his fuck flu. Steve knew Bam Bam was available and offered reinforcements in the way of Robbie and the twins (who had yet to convert but could lend a hand in gang banging his son. A price was agreed upon and the four were on their way. When Bam Bam entered Charlie's room, his presence seemed to lift the sick boy's spirits a little. Bam Bam was shortly followed by Robbie and the twins. Bam Bam went over and gave the sick boy a kiss as the other three began to strip. Bam Bam spoke to Charlie after the kiss stopped telling him, "I heard you weren't feeling that great so I brought you some company. We're going to make you feel much better." As that was said he produced a prepared rig (a prepared with a big fat dose and Tina). Charlie was told that this was something special that would 'brighten his day' as a tourniquet was placed on his right arm, a quick wipe of the alcohol pad followed by an expert stick with the needle before charlie could say a word the tourniquet was removed and he was coughing up a storm Robbie and the twins quickly surrounded Charlie as he rode the rush he didn't fight as the three quickly removed what little Charlie was wearing in bed. A now naked Bam Bam joined them as the three took turns fucking the sero converting 18 year old over the the two days. The first day Charlie was finally over his fuck flu his father took him to get am HIV test which, as expected, came back positive. On the drive home his father then told him what a worthless faggot whore he had become and that he was going to pay him back for disappointing him. Charlie's father grabbed him by the neck as soon as they walked through the door of the house. He dragged him into the master bedroom where he threw his son on the bed telling him to "STRIP!" A scared Charlie hesitated for a second only to get a quick back hand from his father and again the command, "STRIP!" This time Charlie quickly removed his clothes as he watched his father getting naked with him. His father pulled out a syringes filled with a clear liquid. He pounced on top of his son with the rig and his belt in hand. Pinning Charlie to the bed he quickly pulled the belt tight on Charlie's arm as he began to explain, "You're going to learn to enjoy slamming Tina and whoring out for your dear old dad" as he slid the needle home before quickly emptying the contents. He didn't even wait for Charlie to stop coughing as he rammed his 8" dripping cock balls deep into his rushing boy and began his brutal fuck. After that point Charlie would be slammed and fucked by his father or anyone who paid his father for his ass to fuck,

CHAPTER SIX The funny thing is that I got the feeling that he felt something too. Maybe it was too soon to discuss it, so we didn’t. We spent the entire day in bed that Saturday. After he’d gone in for his morning piss, I ducked in and as subtly as possible did a clean-out. I knew that he was desperate to get off again, and also that he wanted to try some new things. Now is the time to get that dick up my pig hole. When I returned to the bed, he was laying back, looking completely relaxed, but then frowned when he saw me. “You were in there a while. Everything okay? I heard a lot of splashing.” From the foot of the bed I slowly crawled up, in between his spread legs. “I just wanted to make sure that I was ready for you.” I was really moving slowly, and I could tell that his mind had already gone there as his crotch began to fill out once again and was ridiculously tenting his underwear. I stopped and crouched between his knees, reached up and gripped his boxer briefs. “Let’s get you out of these,” I told him, giving a sharp tug. He smiled down at me and raised his hips so I could slip the material away from his perfect body. A man as beautiful as him should never have to wear clothes. Ever. I had intended to get him to fuck me right away, but seeing him laying there, I just did what my instincts told me. I continued to move up closer to his crotch and buried my face in there. What real man doesn’t love the smell of a real man’s sweaty crotch? I wish they could bottle that smell!!! As soon as that musk hit my nose my own dick sprang to life, but as always, I just ignored it. I didn’t even go right for his dick, either. Instead I slathered his big balls with my wet tongue, cleaning him good, before taking a risk and heading lower. He gasped loudly as I tongued below his balls and tickled his taint, but I could tell he was loving my attention. The quiet moans of “Oh fuck, fuck yeah” said it all. Wedging myself underneath him, I succeeded in getting his knees hooked over my shoulders so that his ass was raised off of the bed. From there I just knew what needed to be done. My tongue zeroed in on his puckered hole and I licked. He grunted, cursed, and gasped. I licked more. I licked, probed, and sucked that straight man’s hole for all I was worth. I’ve only ever really rimmed other bottoms who had loads leaking out of their used holes, but I felt possessed. I needed to really let him feel pleasure from his ass as much as his cock. He was really getting into it, and helped me by shifting his angle so that I could get at him as easily as possible. His hands grabbed fists full of the bed sheets, his head tossing side to side, and he kept moaning, “Fuck, what are you doing to me? Don’t fucking stop! Please don't stop!” I didn’t just lick that man’s hole. I made love to it. I French kissed with his hole, my lips sealed around his opening while my tongue delved into his musky darkness. I found a new sense of stimulation here, feeling the power that I held over this man. I was his conduit to a new life and sexual liberty. I tongued him as relentlessly and deeply as physically possible and then I was stunned as his balls jumped as they rested on my forehead and his dick began to spew hot, creamy seed onto his stomach. He roared, “Fuck! Fuck, I’m cumming and you’re licking my ass!” I had to pull back because his hole was threatening to pinch my tongue clear off, so I sat back and enjoyed the view as he convulsed his way through a hands-free orgasm. When he finally came down he began to laugh. “Holy hell, where did you learn to do those things? I’ve never felt anything like it. I really don’t want anything bigger up there, but your wet tongue felt amazing,” he gushed. “I didn’t even touch my dick. I can’t believe you made me cum like that.” “Glad you enjoyed it,” I replied, unable to contain my own happiness. Then I leaned forward and hovered over him a moment, before going lower and slurping a taste of his load off of his stomach. “Aren’t you going to eat it all?” he asked when I didn’t dive down and clean him totally. “Nope,” I told him plainly. Then I reached over and dipped a couple of fingers into the sticky mess, swirling then around, and held them up for him to see the glistening cum dripping on them. Maybe he thought I was toying with him and was going to suck them clean. So the look of surprise on his face when I reached behind myself and shoved them up my ass . . . well, that look was priceless. I repeated this over and over again until he was finally clean of his load, and by now his dick and balls were more than ready for another round. Our eyes remained locked much of the time we were playing, almost as if we were communicating telepathically, sharing in the intensity of the situation. “I think I need to fuck you,” he told me, his voice low and husky. I climbed higher on the bed until I was straddling his hips and smiled down at him. “Good, because I need you to fuck me.” I didn’t waste time after that, taking hold of his throbbing meat and introducing the head to my yawning hole. As soon as the head wedged inside, he hissed and cursed, and his hips shot up off of the bed, spearing me with almost his entire shaft. At this point it was my turn to gasp and cry out. I’m not going to lie. It really hurt, but more out of surprise, I think. It’s not that I couldn’t take him, but my hole needed just a moment to adjust and suck him in. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he was quick to freeze in place, holding my hips in his big strong hands so that I didn’t move and cause any further discomfort. Once that initial shock passed, I flashed him a wicked grin. “No pain, no gain,” I told him, slamming myself down hard until his balls hit my ass. “Fuck!” he again roared. His hands never left my hips, gripping me nice and tight, guiding me on his hard stalk. The shape of that dick was just perfect inside of me, hitting me in all of the right places, which naturally had both of us moaning and groaning. With his head back against the pillow, his eyes clenched shut, Pat groaned, “Oh, fuck, I never felt anything so good. Oh god, we shouldn’t be doing this, should we? I mean, I wanted you to let those other guys fuck you at the book store. I shouldn’t be doing this.” I continued to bounce, but looked down at the expression of total bliss on his face and had to ask, “Does that mean you want me to stop?” Pat’s eyes flew open in alarm. “No! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” he roared, thrusting is hips harder up into me. It got to the point that I was literally slamming myself down onto him, hard and deep. We were nothing more than two rutting animals, sweating, panting, grunting and moaning. Ten more minutes and he announced, “I think . . . I’m gonna cum,” he managed to croak out. “Do it, breed me!” I begged. “You want me to cum in you?” “Yes! Cum in me! Fill me up!” I almost yelled. “Fuck! Take it! Take my fucking cum!” he yelled, draining himself into me. It was heavenly. I felt every volley, every splash of his stud juice as it flooded my insides. It took a couple of minutes before I felt that his cock was no longer emptying anything into me, and I gently slid off of him, rolled over to lay at his side and reached over to the top drawer of the night stand, pulled out a medium sized butt plug and jammed it up my ass. He looked stunned at the ease with which it went it. “Need to keep that baby juice where it belongs,” I told him with a wink. “You’re fucking crazy,” he laughed. We lay there panting, drenched in sweat, for a while as we caught our breath. By the time we were settled, I had begun to wonder if he would suddenly get a strong case of regret like many straight guys do after indulging in their urges, but instead Pat surprised me by rolling onto his side to face me, and he looked anything but conflicted. After staring at me for a moment he said, “I’m sorry I called you all of those things at the book store. After how good you just made me feel, I’m convinced you’re an angel. Well, you’re still kind of a slut,” he added with a sly grin. I took a chance and reached over to touch his firm chest. Tweaking his nipples each a couple of times and enjoying his reaction. And I was thrilled to see he wasn’t feeling shy or wanting to pull away. “Don’t apologize for anything,” I told him firmly. “It’s all part of the experience. Plus, I was in a book store taking loads from strangers so that does kind of make me a slut and a whore,” I teased. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended. It actually gets me hotter when you go all Alpha on me like that.” His eyebrows shot up at that. “Alpha? Seriously?” “Duh, yeah,” I replied sarcastically. “Hunky construction worker built like a brick shithouse -the definition of an Alpha male.” And damn if he didn’t blush. And avoid my eyes for a moment. But when he looked back at me he asked quite bashfully, “You think I’m hunky?” I gave him my best baffled expression. “Are you kidding me? Have you ever used a mirror?” I teased. His smile was huge when he replied, “I think I like how you see me better than how I see myself.” “And just how do you see yourself?” “I don’t know, just a regular guy,” he said, shrugging his muscular shoulders. I reached up and cupped the side of his face. “You’re anything but regular, I’m sorry to break it to you. On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re like a 15 or 20.” He huffed and rolled over onto his back and burst out laughing. “I think you’re full of shit.” “Would you like for me to prove it to you?” I asked confidently. After all, it was the weekend and I knew a place nearby that had all-day brunch and the crowd was gay, gay, gay. If any crowd was going to prove my point, it was going to be there. I just hope he doesn’t think I’m throwing him off the deep end.

So this is just the foreplay. Would love some feedback as there are so many directions to go after this. Thanks for reading. -sewerffag@gmail.com I’ll just get right down to it, cuz that’s what we’re here for right? So my meth dealer is fucking sexy/sleazy/I’d fuck him when I’m sober/I drool over him when high and is the kinda confident macho bro that knows it. I’d guess he’s right around 40 but his demeanor and look is younger, as if he’s not maturing past his early 30s. He works out plenty, and while he's definitely always high, he handles his drug well, so well that he’s made it apart if his swagger, upping his sex appeal (course this aspect probably only appeals to meth users). Now, he’'s definitely straight because he always has hungry, territorial bitches hangin on him when I come to pick up, but like most straight guys who know they're hot, hung, and have an inflated ego (false or otherwise) he teases the fags shamelessly. Whores for attention, and I’m a sucker for an attention whore. One Friday afternoon when I am over to pick up, I know he’s horny and in a mood because he is shirtless and wearing these navy blue Gym shorts (why is it always gym shorts?) that he sags, showing off some nice furry crack and about an inch of what looks like dingy CK boxer briefs. I’ve seen these shorts numerous times but it dawns on me just now that if he didn’t sag them so much they’d only fall to about mid thigh, peculiarly short for such a bro. In any case his huge cock flops visibly around in them when he saunters towards me, his muscled ass stretching the worn navy nylon in the back, and a few holes show flesh or underwear beneath. Without fail he always manages to bend over or squat at least once each visit in locations that are blatant appeals to my obvious faggot desires. Sure, he knows that I know that he knows I’d get on my knees and beg for it if he allowed me the opportunity, but what he doesn’t know are the all the diverse and extreme ways I would beg to service him. It is this knowledge, this indecorous depravity, that allows me to barely maintain my confidence around him. I was sure that if given the chance and motivation I could blow his mind by getting him to blow his load in 3 minutes or less, and change his life forever. The fucker sure gives me a run for my money though...those first few clouds he offers me, knowing I haven't smoked in a while so he can watch me go from composed business-casual gay to sweaty, needy, chemwhore in 60 seconds flat. I just can't help it. That bitch Tina immediately hijacks my brain, silencing any self control, dignity or hesitations and ignites a pathetic hunger, an inexhaustible need… My eyes (and my kunt) dilate, my cock twitches, and I salivate from both holes and my cock all at once. Unconsciously I rub my inner thigh and readjust my cum swollen balls and swelling cock. I know that I'm staring at him, at his muscles as he flexes his arms ripping the bong, the size of his hands, and then my eyes following the massive cloud he blows purposely down onto his crotch. The perfectly timed twitch of his cock through the swirling smoke, a trap I realize immediately when he snickers and my eyes snap to his leering back at me. Without breaking eye contact he leans forward, let’s spreading wider (those fucking gym shorts!) and passes me the bong. “Here ya go man, best shit I’ve had in a while. Been making me wicked horny all day. Take a couple good rips off that while I weigh you out.” I don’t even hesitate or don’t break eye contact till he smiles and looks away to go about our transaction. Torch clicks, crystal melts, chamber fills and I suck that bong like the glass cock it is. He watches me exhale a thick cloud even bigger than his and whistles. I’m already power lunging my 3rd rip when he leans back into his chair, folding his beefy arms behind his buzzed sandy blonde head and exposing those ripe pits. He slouches more, legs spreading further and crotch pushing forward even more and resumes his leering as I exhale... even more slowly this time, letting the smoke ooze from my mouth while meeting his domineering gaze. At this point I don't really care that he's smirking down at me, in fact it does exactly what it’s meant to: makes me want him, to submit to him more, helplessly falling deeper into his well practiced thrall. Now, as an unwavering, no reciprocation necessary, worshiper-of-cock kind of cocksucker, I have no problem dropping to my knees and servicing any man who knows how to put my grateful holes to good use but in my experience (or my assumptions) not many straight men really know about us faggots and/or just aren't interested. This guy though? I’d bet my left nut he knows exactly what to do with me. I pass the bong back to him and it’s then I realize there’s no one else in the house for once...just him and those fucking gym shorts with that big old dick print and some ripe fucking pits. Usually, I come in, give him cash, smoke a few hits and then leave, but this time he has invited me in, sat me on his couch across from him and is casually getting me twisted bong high. “So Cassandra thinks you’re a faggot” he states. “She says you’re kind occasionally come into her club cuz they’re still closeted and trying to play it straight in front of their bro friends. ‘They’re always so awkward and never want a lap dance but they always tip real well,’ she says. You ever had that experience?” He more insinuates than asks. “No actually, I embraced my faggotry at a young age so I never had to ‘fake it.’ More often I am the person those bros call when they leave the club. All horned up, buzzed, and looking to use some hungry hole or be serviced with out the emotional shit their women make them go through,” Hell if he thought he would catch me off guard and shame me into…whatever he had in mind, he thought wrong. This response shocked him for a moment as he coughed and sputtered out his cloud, looked at me dead on checking to make sure I wasn’t bullshitting him, and then smiled. “So after Cassandra told me this, I did a little research. Fuckin Tumblr opened my eyes real wide. I’ll admit I had no idea you guys really existed…and what really got me going is that you exist to worship, service, whatever the fuck I want. The moment you walked in today I knew Cassie was right and that you will gratefully do whatever I tell you.” The fact that this last part was a statement and not a question made me whimper under my breath. He passed me back the bong and said, “Finish that faggot. I can tell you’re about to loose your shit just being in my presence and for what I have in mind, I want you all ready to go. Then you can show me if you faggots are worth a real man’s time. “

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

- After reading so many fucking hoT stories here, I decided I’d give it a try and see what you studs think. It starts off a little slow, as far as parTying goes, but trust me, I’ll get there as fast as a can. Enjoy! Part 1 – Who He Always Was During his first sexual encounter at the age of 18, Blake knew what he liked. Like a moth to the flame, Blake was drawn to aggressive, dominant fucking. His first fuck hinted at what lurked beneath. And while he didn’t completely let loose that first time around, he knew what he liked and he would make sure every fuck after that was tinged in that darkness he craved. Shortly after graduating high school he finally gathered the courage to explore the feelings he had pushed down for so long. He knew he was gay, and he knew from all the porn he had watched for years that he needed an ass to fuck. Growing up in a relatively small town didn’t allow for the sexual escapades his dick yearned for. Jacking his dick, night after night, he wished it was a tight hole that he could just use and abuse. As that summer got into full swing, Blake’s balls needed a release that his hands just couldn’t provide any more. While he had already been accepted into one of his top universities, he decided to visit Austin, TX that summer to give the campus a look, but more importantly, to find a willing hole to fuck. Even then, at 18, he knew his 8.5-inch uncut dick was something special. And the fact that it was attached to a 6’1”, athletic frame with a light dusting of black hair on his chest that gave way to an ever so slight treasure trail, only added to his appeal. But even being given the gift of physicality, his eyes were what drew every girl (and guy too) in his home town crazy. His dark eyes and hair greatly complimented his fair skin. His entire presence was something powerful, and combined with his smile and gaze, he could disarm most anyone; a talent that would come in handy as he grew into sexuality. As he drove to Austin, he began thinking about the porn he had watched that seemed to move to the forefront of his mind. His favorites where the amateur/home-made clips. Something about the unproduced, unrehearsed fuck sessions he saw drove him crazy, especially when the top was aggressive. As it turned out, the most aggressive and dominant tops who he admired most, the ones who spit on sluts they fucked, were the ones who fucked raw. His favorite clip was in some unknown apartment, with modest furnishings. A sling in the middle of the room had a Hispanic bottom restrained in the sling, blindfolded. The stud fucking him did so without mercy. The sounds of chains clanking, and the bottom moaning in pleasure were only drowned out by the top-stud saying, “Take my fucking dick, faggot!” Each thrust made the bottom moan, and the camera panned down to the raw dick sliding in and out of the bottom, and finally you hear the top yell, “Take my fucking cum, slut.” And he grabs the bottom’s shoulders and gets his dick as deep as he can while he loads up the bound bottom. “Fucking perfect,” were the only words that escaped Blake’s lips the first time he saw that clip as he shot volley after volley of cum all over his chest and chin. With his rock hard cock aching to shoot, he began to wonder what would be the easiest and fastest way to get an ass wrapped around his cock. He had done his fair share of flirting and sexting, both online and on Grindr, so he was no stranger to getting the ball rolling. He pulled into a parking lot attached to a fast-food chain with free wi-fi and logged on. Within about 5 minutes he had numerous bottoms looking for his attention. Many couldn’t host, so that limited his choices, but one host stuck out: Jason. 5’11”, brown hair, green eyes, slim build, 20 years old with a place all his own. He arrived 15 minutes later after confirming the details and was happy with his choice. Jason answered the door in just a pair of gym shorts that rode low enough to see that he was wearing a black jockstrap. His body looked tight, and Blake’s 18-year-old cock sprang to life. After the initial awkwardness of his first fuck, Blake found his calling as a true top stud. Over the course of the night, Blake filled Jason’s hole with 6 loads. But somewhere in the heat of the fucking, Blake found one hand on Jason’s throat, squeezing ever so slightly, waiting for protest, but none came. He took that as a green light and squeezed harder, and as he squeezed, Jason’s ass clenched around his raw dick. And just like that, he knew he was in control. He knew, from then on, he had the power to fuck and fill useless sluts however he wanted. He didn’t quite know what that all meant, but has he held Jason down and spit directly onto his face, he smirked. He slowly withdrew is cum-covered cock until just the head remained, and at that last moment he shoved it back in has hard as he could. Taking pleasure in the moans Jason was making, he regretted that it had taken so long to finally get his dick inside someone. *** Blake came back to reality. He often thought of his first fuck. It was the culmination of years of pent-up sexual energy let loose. And oh how he had grown over the last 5 years, he thought. Not only had he graduated from university and secured a job at a top public relations firm in Dallas, but also discovered the joys of tina-fueled fuck sessions. His parents passed away in a car accident shortly after his sophomore year in college and left him quite a bit of money. It was during his time of mourning that he discovered meth and hadn’t looked back since. He was smart enough to not let the drug control his life, because 1) Blake was always the one in charge and 2) He learned that the high was intensified when he was able to brake unsuspecting boys and men by not only getting them to smoke and slam, (Blake LOVED slamming virgin veins and getting it on cam) but to also take his raw cock for hours on end. Blake cleaned up his downtown apartment, got everything in order and in place: restraints on the bed posts, blindfold in the night stand, tina, pipe and points ready to go, cameras set up and various toys and lube on hand when needed. He jumped in the shower and said to himself, “What hole is going to get ruined tonight?”, as he stroked his growing cock. Some poor fucker had no idea what was in store for him.

Looking back some five years ago, I was such an idiot back then! Not because I lost my neg status one night, but that I didn't get in to horny and wild raw sex at a much earlier age. You see, as of age 26, I was a a classic time wasting guy. I'd hang out with my straight friends, come home, turn on the laptop and chat to some hot guys. I'd lead them on with talk about using my tight hole and sucking them dry. This would last for hours, then I'd shoot my load, and flick the power off without even so much of a goodbye. I had cum, so I was done. Of course I would hook up with guys, but these were guys I picked up in bars, clubs or out and about. I was lucky, I have dirty blonde hair a defined body due to my love of sports and an ass that fills a pairs of jeans very nicely. I started chatting to a 56 year old guy on BBRT. He was older but hot - sort of perfect looking in a really non-perfect way. He was too young to be a daddy, too old to be a jock, a muscular rugby type with definition but not gym-obsessed, sporting a healthy amount of chest hair with a few tattoos scattered about. My dick got instantly hard when I first saw his pics: his cock was thick, eight inches, and 8" dick, negative and he described himself as 'somewhat kinky'. In addition, he lived some 45 minute from me, which meant I was close enough to stimulate some interest, but far enough away to discourage an immediate offer of a hook-up. In short, I could put off meeting until I got my rocks off. I did my usual "hey, great profile, wanna chat?" Within minutes his first reply came through "Hell yeah! You've got an ass I could eat for hours". I was in a very horny mood that night and gave him my Skype ID so we could cam together. His body and cock were beautiful, and we jacked off together on cam, our conversation getting dirtier and dirtier. He kept telling me how he wanted to bend me over and fuck me. I kept willing him on, teasing him by playing with my hole, telling him how much I wanted him. He ended up shooting a HUGE load over his furry chest and within second my hands were covered in my own cum. We said bye and logged off. I showered and slept but woke next day with a raging hard on that could only be satisfied by jacking off to the memory of the hot cam session from the night before. We kept in touch and had a few more session, each of which got nastier and nastier until bareback sex was the major thrust of our conversation. I encouraged him by telling me how I love being fucked and how I want to take anonymous cum and have a top guy use me. This turned him on a huge amount! I was a pro at cyber sex and knew how to work a guy's buttons. Once again he spurted a HUGE load whilst moaning how he wanted to fill my raw hole with his cum. Unusually after this session we stayed online and started chatted about life, hook-ups, boyfriends, turns ons, etc. We must have chatted for over an hour with the time passing by. Two days later I was in a bar and my pocket vibrated. I found this Skype message: "Hey bud, u free and online?" I replied "Sorry, m8. Out drinking tonight" I didn't think anything of it until I was headed home, having had a bit too much to drink, and my dick stirring in my pants. Checking my phone, I found this message: "Hey bud, I really need to shoot my load... and i dont mean on cam. Lets fuck for real." Without even thinking I replied "Yeah that's long overdue. Come and fill my tight hole". This went on for another 15 minutes or so until, without giving the matter proper consideration, I sent him my address and told him to head over. After all, what was the problem? I was really horny, I really wanted to hook up, he seemed a decent guy, was clearly horny himself, and so we would satisfy each other's needs - at least for the night. He arrived just after 1:00 AM. I had already stripped to my boxers, and he did likewise. The outline of his hard cock clearly visible. "Hey bud, lets make his horny and like we spoke about" he said, pulling a blindfold from the pocket of his jeans. I nodded and obliged, without being able to see anything I sucked his dick and it was the most amazing experience ever. Using my hands, tongue and mouth to explore him. My cock was twitching and dripping precum without even touching myself. His hard uncut dick tasted great, and, as he gently pushed the back of my head, I sucked his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. After a few minutes he then turned me over and rimmed my hole very deeply. In fact his tongue action was blowing my mind. I wanted him to fuck me so much, so I was not surprised when I felt his hard head pushing against my hole. Still I was in command of myself enough to stop him, saying "Sorry man, but I only fuck safe. Can you rubber up there are some on the side?" "Huh?? But we met on a bareback site and talked about me fucking you raw and I'm neg and 100% clean." "Erm.. yeah.. well I was just kinda horny and said that. Let's fuck rubbered up and may be next time we can go bare. Once I know you better". Still blindfolded, I could hear him grab a packet from the side table, and rip it open. I reached behind me to feel the condom on his cock. I lubed myself up again and felt him slide inside. His dick was a lot thicker than I realized (or my hole was tighter!) In any event it felt great! It was the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. He continued fucking me for about 20 minutes, fast, slow, sometimes pulling out, sometimes balls-deep in my ass. Occasionally I'd reach round, seemingly to guide his dick, but in reality to check he was still wearing the rubber. Each time he told me to breathe, relax and enjoy! I was getting closer and closer but more importantly my arse was getting sore so I couldn't last much longer. "Need a minute?" he asked, pulling out and stopping for a minute. "Nah, I'm good man, but I can't hold off much longer" He just chuckled and slid straight back in to my arse. After another couple of minutes of fucking I could feel his dick shudder. He screamed "Fuck yeah man, take my hot load". That did it for me and I blew my own load straight away. Still horny he turned me around and got me to suck his dick clean. Only then did I realize he wasn't wearing a rubber. "Hey man, what did you do with the rubber?" "Oh, I got rid of that before loading you." I stopped sucking and removed the blindfold. The first thing I saw was a tattoo of a scorpion just above his dick. It was tiny, sitting at the very base of his still hard dick. "Oh by the way kid, I guess we're both not honest with guys - I've got a POZ sting in my tail." With that he grabbed his clothing and left. I didnt know what to do. My mind was all over the place. Was he lying, will I convert, what had I done?? So I did the only thing I could do in that situation.... I started jacking, fingering my hole and shot a massive load with the knowledge that I had a huge thick POZ load deep inside of me..... ;-)

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

Two previous notes: 1. I'm not an English-native speaking man, so bear with me, in case of some misapplied terms or verbal times. Not looking for sympathy: it's just tha way it is... 2. The Miguel, in this story, is negative... It all started with the opposite feeling I would have a few hours later: I was bored… Bored and horny. I was browsing a blog website a guy had introduced me to: lots of hot pictures of hot men and some videos… As usual, I was wanking watching some bareback videos. I decided to take some action and went to the sauna… Mid-week night, maybe not so many men, but men who definitely wanted to fuck. After my usual routine: getting naked, wrapping a towel and placing the condoms, poppers, a Viagra blister and lube packs around my waist, I headed for the shower and started soaping, thinking I’d go to the steam room, after… When I opened my eyes, I had a vision of heaven: a man in his mid 50’s, six four, around 220 pounds, crew cut, hairy, muscled and tattooed -- arms, chest and legs, pierced nipples, huge, thick cock, even soft as it was, hanging low, I thought due to weight of the thick PA there…, entering the shower room and absently nodding, with a faint smile surrounded by a walrus moustache which made me wanting to kiss him that same moment. One thing about me: when I’m really into a guy, I tend to be colder and shy than to a guy that I “just” want to fuck with… I guess I feel I’m unworthy of a god like the walrus man I had just seen… So, I just wrapped the towel back around my waist and left, trying to imagine a way to have this man closer to and inside of me, forgetting about my earlier plan to go the Turkish bath, I did not notice I was standing just outside the shower, blocking the way, until I felt this huge hand grabbing my whole shoulder and this low voice booming close to my ear “excuse me”. I just trembled and my towel fell down, along with all the things I tucked there… Bending over to catch everything back, I saw him kneeling beside me and helping me to gather everything, taking his time to return the pills to me, with a devilish smile I would get to know so much better, later on… He asked if I used to take Viagra to fuck and I just told replied, dry mouthed “I’m into long sessions and staying hard is a good way to get them…”. He gazed at me, locking my eyes into his, and, with that same smile, asked me if I would offer him one of the pills and he would trade it for something that would help me in a long session with him… Innocently, thinking the poppers I’d brought would be enough, I wondered if he was talking about coke – I had tried that before and I always got a good trip with it, so I said “Sure”. He lead me to a cabin where I could see he had some personal stuff, although I could not really identify everything there… We climbed naked on the mattress and sat in front of each other kissing and feeling each other’s bodies. He swallowed a V pill dry and he gave me an E, taking one himself. I thought “Now, that’s what he meant!”. I started sucking him while he started playing with my hole… Shortly, I started having that strob effect I have under E and that warmth that makes me sweat, turning my skin in that slippery hot sticky-not sticky surface that drives me wild, and with the poppers under my nostrils I was having much fun… His thick fingers opening my hole, readying it for his huge cock which wouldn’t stop growing in my mouth, making it difficult for me to breath properly… I could feel my throat getting wider and wider until I could feel his heartbeat though his cock head deep inside me… He told me to bend for him and started licking my hole, which was what I really needed at that point… He inserted his finger quite deep, but, this time, instead of lube the feeling of getting fingered I felt a burning inside… Then, I really got hot. It seemed my hole was having an orgasm, almost like it produced its own lube, getting wider and craving to be filled. I noticed I started moaning, in a deep guttural way, and I heard him chuckle. I didn’t have to watch his face to know he was smiling “that” way… I was feeling wired: his tongue on my ready-to-be-used hole, his fingers shooting electrical shocks wherever they touched. He was turning me in every way possible, his body sliding against mine. I know I licked every toe of his feet, I caressed his thick muscular veiny legs, I covered his hole with my tongue and saliva, I licked his pierced nipples and bitted them, as he demanded, I rubbed the back of his neck, while his meaty tongue was inside my mouth, but I don’t know the order of events… But I know that, in the end of it, my hole had gotten plugged… He stopped and told me we should drink something and grabbed a bottle of water and drank from it. He delivered it to me and noticed my hesitation… Smiling that devilish smile I knew he was reading my mind: he placed his hard 9” veiny cock in front of my mouth and started caressing my skull. He started to hum, and that humming was hypnotical to me. Like a music binding us in synchronicity. I opened my mouth in the same moment he started to piss. For the first time in my life I was able to drink all of it, managing to swallow with my mouth open and not spilling any of that hot golden liquid. I thought he would fuck my throat, after, but he laid in the mattress telling me to nest between his hard thick harm and his furry chest, feeling his deep fantastic scent. “How’s that hole?”, I replied that I could feel the buttplug like I never felt anything before. Apparently, I was wired not only on the outside, but also in mu gut. He removed the plug and I could feel my hole coming out, along the plug. I took the opportunity to climb on top of him, rubbing my hungry hole on that thick tool. His gaze was keeping me alert and awake, I could not break that stare. I was feeling I need not to speak to get fully understood by this masculine dominant yet quiet man. He told me “Grab my stuff” with an even more devilish grin, if possible… I managed to take a hold of everything not stopping to rub my hole in his cock. Knowing perfectly what I wanted he told me “Wait some more and you won’t regret it”. The tone he used, his hand on my face, his hard cock against my hole, lubing it with his precum made me ok with all the wait he would request, although, by then, I could beg to have him inside of me, using me for his pleasure. He took a glass pipe out of this pouch and asked me if I smoked. “Yes” I nodded and, smiling, he asked again “Do you smoke?”. I think my smile matched his when I said “I guess not”. He lit his lighter and I watched a white smoke forming, trapped in the pipe. He inhaled the smoke and I watched mesmerized trying to count the times he inhaled the smoke… He put the pipe into my mouth and nodded, clearly wanting me to do the same. I swallowed the smoke and coughed it all out… He just looked at me and I knew I had to do a better job at it, and so I did. I took a few loads of smoke inside and when I was thinking of letting it out he placed a finger on my lips. My head was spinning with the chems inside of my system… I started to get reddish and only after an eternity he let me exhale all the smoke… When I did, he grabbed my neck and pushed for what I thought would be a kiss. I opened my mouth, inviting his tongue inside. His tongue was not alone: he exhaled all the smoke he had still inside deep inside my mouth, throat and lungs! That made me climb to an even higher level of heat and hunger. When I asked him “Please, fuck me” my voice didn’t sound like my voice. The tone was even deeper to my regular tone, but what was different was the level of honesty: I never said anything before with some much truth. I wanted him deep inside of me. I needed to give him pleasure. That moment, I was breathing to give him joy. 100% selfish of me, I knew: that way, I’d achieve bliss. “It’s time” he said, what sounded heavenly to me. He grabbed one of the condoms I brought with me and staring at me, asked me “What’s this for?”. “Safe sex”. “I don’t do safe. In fact, I’m not safe. I’m poz. Do you still want me fuck you?”. “Yes, I do”. No hesitation, to my surprise. “Are you sure? I won’t pull out!”. “Yes, I am.” Again, the honesty in my voice. And in my gaze. He smiled and nodded. “Bend over” and I never moved so fast, despite the haze I felt. I was breathing poppers when he placed the head of his cock in the entrance of my hole. My hole became a different entity: alive and pulsating, reaching out to engulf that hard dick inside. He put some white powder on the top of his veiny cock and pushed it all in, in one swift quick thrust. The burning sensation, again, along with the satisfaction of finally having him where he belonged made me reach an upper level. The lack of condom allowed me to feel his cock inside of me like nothing before. I could feel the enlarging meat, making me groan and move the way I knew – don’t know how I knew it – would make him have the highest pleasure fucking another man’s hole. I heard the lighter again and watched the white smoke descending in front of my face, making me aware he was hitting the pipe again. I knew he swallowed another V, even without actually seeing it. I knew it was another E he fed me, although my eyes were closed, that moment. I felt his cock getting harder and harder when he started to piss deep inside of me. It was like I could feel every squirt of piss, hot and chemically loaded on my inside walls. He managed to place a foot on my neck, submitting me to become his hole. His fingers rubbing my butt, his hands slapping my butt. “Turn around! I want you to watch me when I shoot my charged load!” My legs wrapped around his hard body, his rock hard abs pressing my own, his tongue filling my mouth. The humming sound, again. I think it was not an accident I shot my load when he started spasming, his throbbing cock shooting his own load, countless times, inside of me, filling me. He took his cock out and replaced it with the buttplug. “To make sure” he said, the devil smiled… “We need to be sure” I replied. Only then I could lick his cock. Still huge but softer. So easy to be engorged by a hungry mouth like mine. Again, we drank. He, from the bottle. Me, at the same time, out of my newly found favourite fountain. Panting, we rested, next to each other. His arm around me. My hand caressing his nipple. Our lips touching, exchanging our breaths. “I’m going to stay with you for the next few days” he announced. “It will be my pleasure” I replied. “After all, we have to be sure”. “Pedro” “Miguel” I said “and I love your smile”.

Was excited to go to the San Francisco Cumunion on Saturday night as I haven’t been for a while and was definitely ready for a good fucking. Guess I must’ve sent out all the right vibes because in less than 20 minutes while I was still walking around, I was pushed into a corner onto a fuck bench. The first fuck of the night was a comfortable size, not too big but not too little. He wasn’t much to look at being a rather average 40-year-old but as a cumdump I’ve learned not to care. However he surprised me with his prowess. He wanted to explore every part of my hole with his 6 1/2 inch dick. He went up down, sideways and at every angle. It was the perfect first fuck. He stretched and opened me up so that lots of tops could use me that night. And fuck me they did! Overall I had about 15 to 16 guys use my hole and I’m pleased to report that at least eight of them used me as their cumdump. Several times during the night I had cum dripping down my leg. After being fucked by one guy, as he pulled out a big gush of cum followed. One of my favorites was a stocky black guy with a thick 8 inch cock that curved to the right. He had been watching this young black guy getting fucked. I moved in next to him and felt that thickness in my hand. I immediately got down on my knees and started sucking till his cock thickened and pushed deeper into my mouth. I stood up and pushed my hole up against his cock struggling at first to have his enter with the wicked curve to the right. Boy did he stretch my hole! But he felt so good inside as every inch of him filled my hole. I moaned loud enough so the whole place could hear and he used my hole deeply for about 20 to 30 minutes and then pulled out. I was hoping for his load but it didn’t happen then. We did exchange numbers and then went our separate ways. After about another hour of several more fucks and loads, I hooked up with this Latino leather top who’s fucked me several times before at Cumunion. He’s another thick dick 8 inch top solid from base to tip. When I first started my journey towards being a cumdump, it was a struggle to get him inside of me but he was patient so that I always managed to. Because of tops like him, I’m definitely not as tight as I used to be so when we hooked up that night it was much easier to take him. He quickly entered me as deep as he could go and immediately started to pound me. He shoved that 8 inches into me over and over to the rhythm of the loud slapping noises against my ass. I had to admire his stamina as he continued to pound me hard and deep for a good 30 to 40 minutes. I never been been fucked so hard for such a duration! By the time he was ready to unload we were both slick with sweat. My thick dicked black top was watching as he grunted and unloaded deep in me. As soon as the Latino leather top pulled out, he jumped right on. Guess he got inspired by the pounding because he proceeded to fuck me the same way. He lasted about 10 minutes and then dumped his load in me. At this point I was exhausted, so I decided to call it a night. The next day my ass was sore and I dumped cum all day.

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....

1998 I've been a practical, plan-ahead, cautious guy. Maybe it's because I grew up in a chaotic household or whatever, but I always knew I wanted to be a responsible adult some day... and now I was. I had a good job, a little house with a sensible mortgage, and I lived life without much drama. It was a quiet, sensible existence, although somewhat lonely at times. I was gay, but I didn't have any gay friends. i didn't go to bars and never drank alcohol. I'd seen enough of drunken stupidity as a kid. I liked my co-workers and I liked my boss. Everything was fine....until it wasn't. What was the first sign? I'm not sure. I remember finding a cigarette butt in my driveway, but I'd guessed it was from the mail guy or maybe it just blew in with other trash I'd sometimes find in my yard. I didn't think more about it. And then I started getting strange phone calls - on both my cell and land line. If I answered, the other party would hang up. If I didn't answer, my voicemail would fill up with cryptic messages: "You in?" "Wash your car." "I can see you." Called ID was no help because all the numbers were different and none of them could be called back. I just turned off voicemail on both phones. Nobody needed to reach me anyway. I was isolated. I couldn't not answer or turn off the voicemail at work however. Nothing weird ever happened there. Impossible. But one afternoon, I got back from getting coffee to find three voicemail messages that were from the same person. It was a man with a deep voice. All of it was the same nonsense Id heard before. None of them were sinister, but they were definitely creepy. How did this person know all of my phone numbers? I started getting paranoid. I even changed all the numbers, but after a few more days, the calls would resume. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Why? What was the point? If the purpose was to make me scared, it worked. I lowered my blinds and made sure my door was locked. I thought about getting a German Shepherd, but that would mean walking him and putting myself out in the open. I called a couple of home alarm companies, but the cost was ridiculous. I just stayed home behind a locked door and closed windows while the phones kept ringing. And then I got an email: "Tired yet? You can make this stop by leaving your bedroom window unlocked. You ass is my goal. Give that up and things will go back to normal" What the fuck?? I couldn't reply to the email of course. It didn't exist. I changed all my passwords immediately. I didn't use the computer much these days except for work stuff and maybe some casino games, but there was a time I used to go to gay chat rooms and look at porn and stuff like that. Not anymore. Nope. That's probably where this guy got all my information. I should be okay now. I had taken every precaution possible. I set up a firewall and basked in the warmth of those flames. I sat in my little "office" in the back room and played solitaire. Nothing happened for a week. My phone rang at work one morning: "Hello?" "One is the loneliest number.." "Excuse me?" "You heard me. When are you going to let me cum inside your ass?" "Not interested. Call someone else. LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I didn't realize how loud I was until other people in my office dropped by to ask if I was okay. So I stayed home alone and played solitaire over and over. My IM dinged: "Is this all you do now? Lose card games hour after hour?" Something broke in me. "What do you want from me? Who are you?" "I told you what I want. Let down your guard and let me in. I will leave you alone after I fuck your ass raw. Deal?" Weirdly, I was suddenly aroused. I had a helpless boner that just would not go away. It was storming outside. "Fine. You win. I surrender. When?" "Not now. The weather is bad and I'm drenched. Plus you need to shave." And then he disappeared from the screen. OK. The stalker had won. I was going to give in and let whatever happen. I hardly slept at all that night. It thundered and rained for hours. He said he was drenched. Was he looking through a window at me? All the blinds were closed, but maybe there was a peeking spot. I went outside the next morning and looked around. I saw more cigarette butts and some huge footprints in the mud. It had rained since our chat. Maybe he had hung around afterward. I called in sick to work. My phone rang shortly afterwards. I answered. "Don't waste any more sick time. You're going to be needing it soon enough. Take a shower, shave and leave your house unlocked. See you after dark." It was early. I tried to take a nap, but I kept having flashes of dreams of this mystery man. He's won alight -- he was inside my head now. I showered, shaved and groomed. I made the bed and sprinkled sage oil around the room. It was barely even dusk now and I was already coming out of my skin with anxiety. I dressed really quickly and drove down to the corner liquor store. I needed to relax. The store was small, but so crowded with bottles of everything that I had no idea what to buy. The old lady at the register asked if I needed help and I stood there, looking stupid. "Y-yeah...what do you recommend?" "Pardon?" "I mean...if you needed a drink right now because you were stressed, what would you have?" "I figured you needed to sleep. You're wearing pajama bottoms." Oh shit. I was. My mind was so occupied that I'd put on pajama pants instead of jeans. Did I remember a wallet? No. "I'm so sorry to bother you. I left my money at home. I'll come back." "No problem. You've got an open account already. Some tall gentleman just came in here, described you and said he'd pay for whatever you wanted. Friend of yours?" "Yes." The guy was always a step ahead of me, and I'd rather have someone like that as a friend than an enemy. "Well, I'd suggest some Grey Goose vodka. It's smooth as hell and always puts me in a good mood. It's expensive, but you're not paying -- get the big bottle." And I did. By the time I got back home it was dark. I was shaking as I went in my unlocked door. I somehow managed to pour a short glass of vodka. Are you supposed to ice to it? Water? Coke? I drank it straight. It burned my insides,but in a good way. It was officially night. I took one more drink and headed for bed. I left all the lights off. Inside my bedroom, I flipped on a lava lamp in the corner. I didn't want complete blackness. Not yet. I took off my t-shirt and sandals and lied back in bed. Every little noise set my nerves on edge, but I guess the vodka was kicking in because I started to finally doze for a a bit. It was raining hard again. The great thing about lava lamps is that the light is never the same. It swirls and tumbles slowly as you watch. Another storm was moving through. I slept hard before a really huge clap of thunder woke me up. What time was it? I looked around for my digital clock and saw him standing there. "There might be a tornado coming. Prepared for the worst?" I was confused and alarmed. The stalker man was standing a few feet away from me wearing a black plastic raincoat with his bare legs and bare feet showing. He was 6'7" at least, but I couldn't see his face because he had the hood on and was facing away from the meager light. "Nice lava lamp. It smells different in here.... like oranges. Did you do that for me?" "You've been in here before?" "Many times. It usually smells like fabric softener and you. I know your smell by heart." Seriously? I needed to wake up a little. "Here", he said, handing me a full glass of vodka. "Have an eye-opener." I gulped it like a pro. "Very nice. I used the nice glasses your grandma left you. Need a refill? I brought the bottle." "I want to see you." "You will. Have another shot first. Have two. I've already had my share of it." I drank as much as I thought I could stand, wiped my mouth, and sat up. Whoa. Head rush! "No more until I see you", I said impatiently He just kept standing there before finally parting the bottom of his raincoat, revealing a huge erect penis that was pointing right at me. I was breathless. He was naked underneath that rain gear. "Lie back down. All will be revealed, kid." I did. There was a crinkling of plastic and then silence. Suddenly he was on top of me. In the weak light, I could see his head was shaved bald. He had a big, handsome face that was a little shrunken somehow. He didn't look evil, but he didn't look normal either. "You won. You said you wanted my ass. Take it." "I won, but so did you....sort of. Lie still." He shoved a long finger in my butt. It wasn't comfortable, but not painful either. Then it was two fingers. Ow. "Relax. Think of my dick. I know you liked it when you saw it." Yeah. I did. He tried three fingers, but it wouldn't work. "You're almost there. Push your hole out a little." I tried. I really did. And then he held a small bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. It smelled like the stuff I used to clean my laptop screen. It made me dizzy and a little sick, but the three fingers were deep inside of me somehow. I liked it. I never even thought of that part of my body before and now it was being treated to this wonderful sensation. Damn. "Good. Good. Now I need you to make me feel good. I'm gonna sit on your face so you can eat my ass. He was suddenly planted there right on my head. His ass was nice and hard and skinny. I thought by "eat" he meant "lick" and so that's what I did. I wore my tongue out working on his anus. He kept telling me how good I was. I thought I might shoot my load right then, but he pulled away. I thought that's all he had in mind until his dick entered my mouth from on top. Hell, he invaded my mouth and throat before I could even understand what was happening. His tender, skinny thighs were squeezing my head from both sides. "Earn this dick!" I swallowed and gagged and felt close to vomiting, but every time I felt overwhelmed by penis, he'd back off a little. It was like he was reading me. I kept sucking him and noting new flavors. "You have to stop now. I'm not wasting a load down your throat." He let me have more sips of vodka and more sniffs of the cleaning fluid. I noticed how good I was feeling as he spread my legs apart. He put his dick up against my hole and teased me a little. He moved in and plowed directly into me. No rubber or anything. I guess the fingers and booze and that sniffing stuff had worked because I was fine. It pinched a little, but I loved having that glorious dick inside of me. "I'm so close to coming. I'll try to...I...Ohhh. Hold on!" He started bucking and thrusting. "Shit. It's too late. I'm giving you your prize now!!" He came and my dick spontaneously shot a wad that landed on his stomach. And then we stayed in position for a long time. He rolled off and lied next to me. We watched the purplish-pink lights from the lava lamp play on the ceiling. "Lava lamps are cool because they're always changing. Like you. Whether you feel it or not, your body is changing right now. I changed you forever. Are you aware of that?" "Yes." "No, I mean I just.." "Yes." "Ah. Smart. You've always been smart. I knew that about you." "How? I mean, how did you keep track of me and see me no matter what I did? How?" "You know. You just don't know you know." "How do you move?" Strange question, considering everything...but it seemed like the right thing to ask. "Like dust motes. Ever been staring into a ray of light through a window and seen dust floating in the air...and then they move quickly in one direction and you don't know how or why? That's me and that's how I move." Oh. I thought about the army of viral invaders in my bloodstream right now. It wasn't like I had a choice. We slept. His long, narrow feet stuck out over the end of the bed. Maybe that's why he was gone in the morning. I kept leaving all the doors unlocked and sleeping with my lava lamp on. Sometimes he visited again. Then I got the flu really bad and he was over constantly. He took care of me until I recovered. "Keep looking at the lights. I changed you, but you can change yourself as well. I'll be back." Beautiful, soft colors at night. I knew he would be there whenever I needed him.

My boyfriend and I have been together for seven years now and what a change those years have brought. I'm 30 now and still described as a little Puerto Rican muscle boy. I'm five and a half feet tall, and weigh in at 185 pounds, with a 46" chest 32" waist and 17 1/2" biceps and a beer can thick uncut seven inches. A real little fireplug. My BF is ten years older and the total opposite: he is six feet tall, a blond blue eyed German with a lean muscular body and a beautiful cut nine inch dick. When we first met I was a total top but through the years we've somewhat changed (with the help of a few of his buddies), and now I'm almost a total bottom and he's the vers top. We've had an open relationship for about three years now which is what led to us both getting pozzed. It started out with threesomes because the bf really gets off on watching me get fucked (usually safe) and sucking dick and swallowing loads of course. Of late it has also involved bondage with me being hand cuffed or tied up and getting used by one or two guys before my partner took his turn. He rarely gets fucked anymore but will join in and suck dick when he's really turned on, if only to keep the waiting tops hard enough to get a condom on and fuck me. He has let a few guys put a raw dick in me with the understanding that they'll pull out and cum in my mouth. He's been the only one allowed to cum in my ass. This is where the problem started. Our agreement up until last week had been that we only fooled around together or, if I was to do it alone, I would tell him all about it in detail and even take pics or video if I could, and I could NEVER let the guy cum in my ass. Last week the boyfriend was out of town for days and I was horny as hell so I trolled Craigslist for a while until I found what I thought was the perfect match: a black body builder, a total top, six three in height, 250 pounds of muscle with a thick 11 1/2" piece of meat. He specifically stated he couldn't host, and preferred it RAW and nasty. When I responded, he sent me a link to his online profile. Once I saw his pics I was hard and dripping at the thought of worshiping his cock. I send him a few photographs of me. He responded saying he wanted to split open my ass. I sat nervously in the apartment waiting...especially since I've never had a guy over when my boyfriend wasn't there. I just couldn't help myself at the thought of pushing my limits with that gigantic ebony tool. I asked my date beforehand if I could set up the webcam to take video for my boyfriend. He replied he was fine with a webcam, as long as he could wear a leather hood to hide his identity. As far as I was concerned that only made it hotter. I was so excited I was pacing back and forth in the apartment waiting for the downstairs buzzer to ring but the phone rag instead and it was my 'date' asking me to buzz him in and leave the door unlocked. He went further telling me I should go into the bedroom strip naked and kneel at the end of the bed with my eyes closed and wait for him to get into his gear in the other room. Of course I did as I was told. There I was on my knees in my OUR bedroom naked with the webcam on waiting on my knees with my hands behind my back waiting to be cuffed and used by a total stranger. What had I gotten myself into? I heard the bedroom door open then a giant hand grab my arm and put the cuffs on me. A deep rough voice commanded "Open your eyes, boy, and get ready to take a few loads." There he was towering in front of me: the most beautiful black muscle god I had ever seen. He was wearing a leather hood with slits for his eyes and mouth. He was also wearing a black leather jock with a removable pouch. He walk toward me and ripped off the pouch exposing his already growing monster meat and grabbed the back of my head and said "Take it all, NOW, and get me hard with the back of your throat." With that he thrust the huge shaft all the way into my open mouth until I choked and gasped for air. I was being throat-fucked like an episode of gag-the-fag and he just kept pounding away and getting off on me drooling and choking and my eyes tearing up. After five or ten minutes he commented "Damn boy, I'm gonna shoot the first load down your faggot throat and you'd better swallow every drop and and then keep sucking and get ready for the second load in your little muscle butt." Then it suddenly happened....torrents of cum hitting the back of my throat while he pushed in as far as he could go while screaming " swallow every drop bitch " . He told told me to keep my mouth on it so he'd stay hard. After a few minutes he started to go soft so I sucked harder and he told me to ease off as he had to piss. I tried to pull off, but he grabbed the back of my head again and said "Start swallowing, son. You're my new urinal." I had no choice but to swallow it all down. Naturally I did my best not to miss a drop. He never withdrew his cock from my mouth but instead told me to keep sucking "...'cause I'm gonna fuckin' breed your ass soon as I'm rock hard again." That word " breed " had me scared but also rock hard at the same time. Was I so horny and turned on I was gonna let this total stranger cum in my ass? What if he was diseased of even POZ? What could I do? He was now rock hard now and pulled me up off my knees and dragged me onto the bed where he secured me to the bed posts, explaining he wanted me on my back with legs up so he could look into my eyes while he pounded my ass. He was surprisingly gentle for a moment as he stroked my cheek and put two pillows under my ass to prop it into position. Condoms and lube were on the night table so he grabbed the lube and started getting my ass ready with one finger, then two and finally three. Then, when he was hard again, he sat on my chest, positioned himself to fuck my throat, taking a few plunges into my mouth. Already I could taste his thick gooey precum. Then he pulled out and got back down between my legs and with one thrust went balls deep into my pre-lubed ass. It was a good thing it was the middle of the day and none of the neighbors were home to hear my scream. He put his hand over my mouth and told me he was just going to keep his dick right there for a minute or two until I got used to it. When he uncovered my mouth I begged him to pull out and put on a condom. He just laughed and told me those regular size ones would just break anyway. He then started to slowly pull back and go in again not pulling out too far and it was starting to feel great..that huge raw dick in me: that huge raw dick that could be POZ. It was starting to feel great but I was also scared so I finally blurted out "Are you neg or poz?" He kissed me sweetly and whispered in my ear "Yeah, I'm POZ but I won't cum in you unless you want it " I was too shocked to speak as he fucked me deeper. Was it too late already? Had his precum dripping into me already infected me? His rhythm was slow and steady now, a little further out with each thrust and then harder and deeper as he pounded away at my insides. I was so wrapped up in the moment, which combined pleasure, fear and animal lust. I thought I heard the front door open but I wasn't sure as I was focused on the man whose cock was deeper in me than anyone had ever gone before. Then, without warning he removed the mask to reveal a movie star handsome face. As he slowly worked my hole he said "I want you to see who I am and look into my eyes before you decide if you want my DNA inside you for ever." I heard a noise in the doorway and had been right about hearing a key in the lock. There was my boyfriend standing all of six feet distant, wearing nothing but a smile and a fully erect member. He came closer to us and said to me "So what's your answer? Do you want his load or not?" With that he leaned over and kissed the black god who was fucking me on the cheek and said " Hi Sam, how's it going? If my boy answers 'yes', do you think you have another load in you for me? It might as well be all or nothing." Stay tuned.

Last night Friday I arranged to meet a PrEP'd-up young German guy who was very much my type: skinny, tattooed bearded and very hung. He warned me that he was not a quick draw and liked long sessions, and that he could shoot more than once. Sounded great to me. He came to my hotel at 8.45 and was much shorter than I expected making me feel huge at 6.2, but very cute. I dropped my towel and got on all fours on the bed as we had agreed. I could hear him stripping off his clothes behind me, then felt his beard on my ass cheeks and his tongue in my hole, he rimmed me really well and sucked on my hole, then suddenly stood up and pushed his cock all the way in. I had not seen or felt his cock before and was really taken aback by the length and girth. I do love it when a skinny little guy has a big fat cock. He then started to pound my ass really well, pinning me down to the bed until he announced shortly after that he was "I'm ready to cum," blowing a huge load into my ass. What happened next was amazing. He remained balls deep inside me, his cock remaining rock hard as he whispered in my ear that he had no intention of stopping and could keep going like this for hours. Which he did. During the next two hours he fucked me every which way using his first load as lube. This was a totally natural fuck, no lube apart from his load, no poppers and just intense raw fucking. He came in me a further two times until finally we were just so hot and sticky we called it a night. He showered and went home promising a repeat on Monday After he left I showered and checked my phone. The guy from the night before was in the lobby on the off chance so he came up and pulled out his thick Egyptian cock. I am not sure he could tell how much I had been fucked already but I guess he must have known as my ass lips were quite puffy and I was full of the first guy's cum. Just as he had the night before, he started pile-driving my ass, giving me my fourth load of the night. Afterwards he showered, thanked me, we shook hands and he left. I passed out on the bed with a sore and dripping hole.

I had been under a lot of stress, so on my last trip to CA I arranged for a massage. I went on line and found a therapist who sounded like he could give a good massage and send me on my way with a smile on my face. I arrive on time and was greeted warmly. Jon had on a pair of loose fitting pants and a polo shirt. Jon was about 6'2" and very good looking. He led me to the room with the massage table. We chatted for a minute and he asked questions to make sure he would meet my needs and if I had any problem areas, he could work those areas. I mentioned that I was a bottom daddy bear and Jon smiled. He asked me to take my clothes off and get up on the table, face down. As I undressed, so did Jon so both of us were nude. Jon washed his hands in warm water and then took some lotion in his hand and started working on my shoulders. His hands were strong and the massage was deep. I could immediately feel the tension start to leave my body. As Jon continued down my back, I was feeling very relaxed and was so glad I had selected him. The massage continued down my back and worked the small of my back. He would wander a little farther down on my butt, but not very far. Then he transitioned to my feet and worked both my feet and legs. As he worked up my legs, he would brush my balls and start to work my butt. Mmmmmm did that feel good. As he kneaded my butt, he poured additional oil on both my cheeks as well as in my crack. He massaged each cheek and started to spread my cheeks and work down my crack. Some of the oil was at my hole and felt so good. He slowly massaged my hole and I started to moan so he knew I was enjoying the attention. He slowly worked a finger in my ass and that also felt wonderful. As he worked his finger in, I pushed up against his finger and he went in deep. It felt perfect. He added some additional oil and slid a second finger up my hole. I continued to moan as he worked those in deeper and started to hit my prostate. I was in heaven. Jon then got up on the table, knelt down, and spread my legs farther apart, and slid a third finger into my butt. It felt awesome. Jon asked to make sure I was doing OK and I said "Great!" With that I felt Jon move a bit on the table, and, laying on my back, positioned the head of his cock on my crack. I moved with his motions and we both slid back and forth. He added more oil to his cock and positioned his cock head at my hole. I didn't realize how big Jon's cock was, but he had to really push to get his cock head in my ass. It hurt at first, but Jon took it slow and slid in inch by inch. I didn't realize until afterwards, but Jon's cock was 9" and thick. As soon as he was deep in me, he just held there till my ass got use to his size. As my ass adjusted, I started to push up and he knew I was ready for him to start riding my ass. Jon almost pulled all the way out and then plunged back in, he did this several times in long slow strokes. I was in seventh heaven - he felt so wonderful. This was the type of massage for which I had been hoping. Jon picked up the pace and asked if "Daddy wanted him to ride longer and harder" to which I replied "Hell yes." He really started riding me hard and I could feel his cock deeper in me than any other cock had ever been. He really picked up the pace and I knew he was getting close. He then told me he was going to breed daddy-ass, and I said "Give me your seed." Jon stiffened. I knew he was ready to paint my insides. He moaned and let out a cry of "Take it, Daddy" plowed deep and held there. I felt his cock twitch time and time again as rope after rope of cum was shot deep in my ass. I was in heaven. Jon collapsed on my back and laid there till his cock got soft and slipped out of my ass, at which time Jon then got off the table and said it was time to roll over. As I rolled over, I saw how big Jon's cock was, even though it was soft. He then started to massage my feet and legs. He worked his way up my legs and then jumped to my chest and stomach. He massaged and pinched my tits and made me moan. Then he took my cock in his mouth and started to suck my and get me hard. As he did that, he got up on the table so his cock was over my mouth. I took his cock in my mouth and it wasn't long before he was hard again. We both sucked for several minutes. Then Jon pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved to the bottom of the table, he then climbed up between my legs, and raised my legs over his shoulders. It was now easy for him to slide his cock deep in my ass with his cum as good lube. As he started to fuck me long and deep, be grabbed my cock and would stroke it in time with his plunges deep in me. We were both very close and I told Jon so, as my cock started to twitch and shoot my load, my ass tightened around his cock and he shot his second load deep in me. We both were moaning in pleasure, as Jon lay on top of me and kissed me deeply. We were both exhausted and feeling very relieved and relaxed. As Jon slipped out of my ass, he got off the table and got a cloth to clean me up. That was the best massage I have ever had. On my next trip to CA, I will look up Jon and schedule another appointment.

Me : 6ft 2 18.5 stone hairy pig 35 years old Him: 5ft 10 13 stone hairy pig 60 years old. I'm gonna breed him all weekend.. Anyone else wanna put a load on his arse?

Sinfuljock wrote, “I like it when he wants to share me with friends because they have to experience it for themselves.” Have you ever has someone contact you by phone, text or in person and been told "my friend says your good at sucking cock" or "I hear you are a good fuck"? Have you ever told someone else that they should contact this guy because he is good at sucking cock or a good fuck?

damn boy, my kind of faggot to use

Filthy poz slut taking loads at the Red Roof Inn off N. Druid Hills all night Sunday, October 22nd. Hit me up if you wanna come by and drop your load. Any load dripping out of my hole will do. 470-251-8720.

Was at a friend's place last night and all 8 of us were drinking beer and watching TV when one of them put on some Helix porn. 5 of the 7 had fucked me before so it was no surprise when one of them pulled out his hard cock and told me to suck it. The others all had me stripped naked in a few minutes and since it was a warm night they pulled me outside where one of the others slid into my ass and began drunkenly pounding me. He yelled out loud when he came and right afterward I felt a warm stream as he sighed and filled my ass with piss. As he pulled out another friend was immediately behind me shoving his cock in my hole where he pissed to start out and then fucked me until he unloaded. The piss was coming out and running down both our legs as he fucked me. One by one they all fucked and pissed in my hole. The ground was wet by the time they were done and I was covered in piss and cum. They were still drinking while I was getting fucked and 3 of them came back for repeat performances. They finished off by releasing the last of their piss all over my back, ass and head as I knelt there. None of them offered to feed me any but I have never come close to getting that much piss before.

Yeah, this post is from last year. We were there for New Years' Eve and have been a couple of times before. It's not like Mardi Gras or Decadence when the town is full of people from all over. It seems to be mostly local/regional, but I have never had a bad time in New Orleans.

Thursday went to the Glorious sex club in DC for a couple hours. Was going to meet a buddy there but he was running late. Hot guy watching a movie stroking his cock. I pulled my cock out and did the same. He came over and started sucking me hard. I started feeling around his ass and it was lubed/wet and ready. I got behind him and banged his hole. He kept saying "oh Daddy! that feels so good..keep pounding" I shot a nice load deep inside his hole. When my bud got there he was pissed that I shot my first load into this other guy..lol not easy to pass up a hot ass.

Part 9 I laid over the arm of the couch, not moving as ordered. I did stick my fingers in my cunt a couple of times and licked the cum from them, savoring the musky taste of the combined loads. After maybe 45 minutes, Master returned with my boots, jacket, and clothes for work on Monday. He was pleased to find me in the same position he had left me in. After inserting a plug, he had me prepare a light dinner for us. After we finished, we sat in the living and toked up on his bong with some killer weed, getting nice and ripped while we watched more of his homemade porn. Finally, about 10, Master went into his room and changed, returning wearing his jeans, a leather harness, and black cap. He looked so fine. He tossed me my leather shorts and a harness. After I was dressed, Master sat down and gave me a glass with some juice in it, and a pill. "There's a little bit of G in the juice." He told me. "And that's ecstasy you're going to be feeling real good in a little bit." I knew I would. I had X before, I liked it. I was already stoned and feeling good when Master led me out the door on a leash. I started to feel flush as we walked to the bar, and felt real warm and happy when we got there. Master got a beer and paraded me around the bar, stopping and chatting with people. His mind game worked as I wondered with each person he talked too if they had fucked me or not. Most of them gave me lascivious looks, so I'm sure I had taken some of their loads. We eventually made our way to the back patio where Master leaned in a corner, making me sit on the ground next to him. The X was really kicking in as he gave me a cigarette. I smoked as his friends stopped and chatted, but didn't pay attention to their conversation. When I had finished, Master leaned over and pushed my head down. "Lick my boots, bitch!" He growled at me. "Show the men how hungry you are to please." I didn't even hesitate. As warm waves of pleasure rippled through my body, my brain focused on the one thing in front of me, Master's leather boots. I moaned as my tongue came in contact with them, and I could vaguely hear the men laugh and say nasty things about me, but they were in another world right now. I was lost in the sensation of my tongue on Sir's boots. I licked from the toe, slowly, erotically, up to the top, over and over again. I licked along the sides, imagining in my head I was making love to a big, leather cock. After I don't know how long, my head was pushed over to the other boot that I had forgotten about. I moaned even louder as I dove this new boot needing my attention. I felt someone grind his own boot into my ass, pushing the plug into my prostate, causing me to hiss in pleasure as I feverishly licked Master's other boot. After a while, Master pulled my leash, raised me to a standing position, and kissed me passionately, squeezing my nipples as I whimpered in pleasure. After he finished, he pushed me back to the ground, sitting next to him. I looked up at the men, who were talking as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I could see that they were talking about me, but couldn't make out clear words, just an occasional laugh. After a while, the men made a tight circle around us as Master popped the fly on his jeans, pulling out his cock. He grabbed my head as he pushed his cock into my mouth. Then he started pissing. I was taken aback for just a second, but quickly started gulping down his golden nector, as the men voiced their approval. As he finished, Master pulled his cock out of my thirsty mouth, and let some dribble over my forehead and hair, rubbing it into my scalp. After he finished and buttoned up, the men acted again like nothing unusual had happened. Just your ordinary boot licking, piss drinking faggot on a Friday night. I looked at Master, who smiled down at me. After a bit, Master pulled on my leash and made me follow him. We walked through the bar to the bathroom, and waited for a few minutes for the rear stall to become available. It was occupied, as it usually was, by a couple of guys. No one ever used that stall to shit in. Eventually they came out, and we entered. Master grabbed me and started kissing me as he unzipped my shorts, pushing them down. He removed the harness, and told me to remove my boots and socks. Before I knew it, I was stark naked except for my collar, wrist cuffs, and cock cage. I started to shake a little bit, with nerves and excitement, mostly nerves. Master pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, blindfolded me, and locked my hands behind my back, then forced me to sit on the toilet. Then left me alone in the stall. In less than a minute, a man entered, grabbed my collar and pulled me up, turning me around. He pulled out the plug as I moaned, and he stuck it in my mouth. I could taste my ass and cum on it as he quickly shoved his dick into me. He didn't waste time as he pounded me hard and fast, my moans stifled by the plug in my mouth. Soon he was shooting into me, whispering what a nasty pig I was into my ear as sweat poured off my body. He just pulled out and left me bent over as he left the stall. Another man replaced him, and I quickly felt another hard cock push into me. My mind was in a sexual swirl as he rode me. I was so horny being used like a worthless whore in a bathroom stall. I became acutely aware of the smell of the place as the second man fucked me. The smell of stale piss assaulted my nostrils as my cock painfully strained in its cage. The man grabbed my hips as he buried himself deep and pumped another load into my hungry pussy, he too whispering in my ear what a nasty toilet cumdump I was. I just moaned my agreement. He left the stall, and another man entered. This man removed my plug from my mouth and fingered my hole a bit, then stuck his fingers in my mouth as he pushed the plug back in my cunt. I tasted the fresh sperm from my hole as he stood me up and removed the blindfold. It was Master. "You are such a disgusting slut, boy." He said smiling. "I love that. And look, they left your pay in the toilet. I saw two five dollar bills floating in the yellow water in the bowl. Master picked them out and wiped the rim and under the seat with them, wiping up fresh and stale piss. "Open wide boy." He said, placing the dirty bills on my tongue, then closed my mouth. He redressed me, and we exited the stall, me with two five dollar bills clearly sticking out of my mouth. He led me through the bar, back out to the patio.

As we were chauffeured through the city, Demitri and I made out on the leather seat in the back. As we kissed feverishly, he placed my hand on his crotch, and I felt for the first time his huge cock. It had to be close to twelve inches, and I had thought mine was so big at 9. He moaned as he whispered in my ear. "Feel that big cock, my pet. That is the cock which is going to give you your first gift of the night. A gift that you will give to many more in the future." I just stroked it through his trousers, completely under his spell. As we continued to make out, the limo pulled over and two men got in. One was dressed as Batman, the other one, the one that really caught my eye, was dressed in full Scottish regalia. He was a large man with longer, red hair, and green eyes with the same odd look as Demitri's. "That's Duncan." Demitri whispered in my ear. "He's part of my family. The other boy doesn't matter." I watched as Duncan lifted up his kilt, revealing another monster cock protruding from a nest of firey red hair. He just grabbed the kids head and forced him down on his cock and Demitri and I went back to kissing. After a while, the limo pulled over again, and another boy dressed in drag stumbled in, followed by another man dressed as a gladiator. He was a stunning man of obvious Italian decent, with a proud Roman nose, and the same eyes as Demitri and Duncan. "That's Silvio, and another treat for the evening." He said in my ear. I wondered what exactly he meant by "treat" but was instantly distracted by Demitri's finger in my ass again as he kissed me more. I was lost again in pleasure as he dug his sharp nails deep into my ready hole. Eventually we pulled up to a really nice hotel, and in a matter of minutes, we were in a very fancy suite. I had never seen anything so nice in person, only in movies. Once the door was closed, Demitri tossed me easily on the bed, and started removing his jacket. Where the others went, I didn't notice, or even care. I only had eyes for the man who had me under his spell. "Take off your clothes." He instructed as he removed his shirt. I didn't even hesitate as I stared at his magnificent hairy chest, his well defined pecs and eight pack abs that had a marvelous dark trail of hair disappearing into his pants. I was naked in no time, oblivious to the others in the room, displaying myself on the bed for Demitri. He smiled in approval. "So beautiful, my boy. You will make a wonderful addition to my family." I beamed in satisfaction at his praise. He dropped his pants and underwear, letting me see his mighty cock in person for the first time. It stood up proud, fully hard, and was as translucent as the rest of him. The veins bulged and pulsed with a life of their own. "Yes my pet." He said, looking down on me. "Admire my cock. This cock will give you your first gift. Do you want it? Tell me you do boy." "Yes." I whispered, as if in a trance. "I want it." Demitri smiled and lowered himself on top of me, kissing me deep, his cold body covering mine. "You will get it boy. You will join my family tonight." He fingered my asshole again, digging in harder than before. I whimpered as I felt his nails tear at the delicate membranes, scraping and twisting. Eventually he raised his hand and showed me three bloody fingers. The red shockingly bright against his white skin. He just stared into my eyes as he licked them clean. Then, without a word, he spread my legs and climbed between them, placing the tip of his uncircumcised cock at my opening. Without looking away, he started pushing his cock into my already bleeding hole. He pushed without stopping, stretching me wide open, further tearing my anal walls apart. Tears welled in my eyes as pain ripped through my body, but I didn't tell him to stop. He pushed until I could feel his pubic hair rub my outer ring. When he was all the way in, he just said, "Good boy, that's my pet. The worst is over. Your new life is beginning." Then he started kissing me as he pulled his cock out to the tip, then pushed it back in with more force. I moaned as he buried himself in me as deep as he could, kissing me deep. As he methodically slid his huge cock in and out of me, he broke the kiss. "I'm close my pet." He whispered. "After I cum, you will be filled with poison. But you will never die. That is my second gift for you. You will live on as part of my family to share this gift with others forever. You will gift many, many more. Tell me you want it." "I do." I moaned. "Give it to me, I want to belong to you forever!" As I finished those words, Demitri slammed his cock hard into me as he sunk his teeth into my neck. I cried out in ecstasy as he pounded my hole and sucked my nourishing blood out of me. I was spinning as my ears started pounding and my cries of pleasure echoed in my skull. Demitri squeezed me tight as he buried himself as deep as he could and went ridged as he started filling me with his precious seed. My arms and legs held tight to him as I felt the coldness of his cum shooting into my guts and he sucked harder on my neck. I screamed as my own orgasm shot out of me, coating our stomachs with a copious load of hot, wet, cum. He forced his mouth off my neck as he gasped in ecstasy, collapsing on top of me. We rested for a minute before he finally pulled out of me, rolling over. I was weak and could barely move from loss of blood. Duncan appeared, as if out of nowhere, blood running down his chin. He approached the bed as Demitri got off. He just grabbed my ankles and spread them apart, slamming his throbbing cock into me in one thrust. I was so weak, I could barely feel it, but I still moaned. As he pounded me, Demitri grabbed my head, turning it toward him. Taking one of his sharp nails, he sliced the head of his cock, opening a wound, and placed it in my mouth. Without needing instruction, I started nursing on it, already hunkering for blood myself. Demitri moaned as I sucked his bleeding dick while Duncan fucked me hard. Very soon I started feeling strength return. The more I sucked, the stronger I felt. Soon I was feeling almost as strong as before. Demitri pulled his cock out as Duncan unloaded another load of icy poison deep in my guts. As he pulled out, I saw Silvio approach dragging two unconscious bodies with him. Tossing them on the couch, he grabbed me and pulled me onto my hands and knees. As I watched Demitri grab the one dressed as Batman, Silvio slammed his cock into me in one hard thrust. His cock was fatter than Demitri's, and I howled in agony as I felt my ads ripped open more. Demitri fed on the young man as he watched Silvio fuck me as hard as he could. After he was finished with Batman, he grabbed the drag queen, and dragged the body over to me. He sliced open a wrist and offered it to me. I sucked on it while Demitri sucked on his neck. I could feel the life flowing out of him and into me as Silvio grabbed my hips and filled me with a third cold, poisonous load. After my first three breedings, the men left me on the bed as they took care of the bodies. Then we spent the rest of the night depositing more dirty cum into me and sharing blood until almost sunrise. Silvio and Duncan raised one bed to reveal their resting place, and Demitri raised the other one, pulling me in with him. As we enclosed ourselves in the safety of the darkness, he whispered to me, "Welcome to the family, my beautiful pet." I officially died in his arms, ready to start my new life tomorrow.

Have only had a few guys piss in my ass and always loved it. The first time it happened he ended up fucking me twice and then started to pull out saying he had to piss. I held him there and told him to use me. He took a while but then I felt him get harder and then he released a long slow piss in my ass, sighing as he let it all out. Had to clean the sheets afterward but i didn't care because it was so hot. He fucked me regularly for a couple years and almost always ended up pissing in my ass. Before he moved away he would come over over just to empty himself inside me or down my throat.

At first I had no idea what was happening. The change was so sudden, Mark went from being nice and friendly to being just hateful. Having just met the guy I didn't want to be quick to judge but he was just an asshole. Only when my husband wasn't around was he like that. I shrugged it off and kept it to myself simply because he was my husband's ex and they remained friends, besides it was just for the weekend. He just still wants Rick. Rick had just introduced us in the kitchen as we entered through the back door of house. HaHa. Rick had left to take the bags upstairs to our room while I made small talk with Mark. The kitchen was gorgeous with a double window above the sink that was the frame for a rather large window-sill greenhouse. I commented on the plants and leaned in for a closer inspection. “Oh,” Mark laughed, “I don't know a thing about plants. Rick has the green thumb,” but then Mark came up behind me and roughly pressed me against the sink, his arm encircling and exploring my waist and abdomen as his nose and lips came to rest behind my right ear. “I only plant one thing,” he whispered seductively. “And it goes deep.” His hands slide up my stomach and pulled my shoulders back against his chest. He slowly ground into me although he was not hard enough to feel anything other than 'something'. He moved his right hand to get a firm grip on my ass and squeezed hard. “I know what you are,” he whispered. I could feel his breath on my earlobe. Just then Rick's steps on the staircase sounded. Mark again squeezed my ass and then stepped away. I smiled or grinned rather, although I'm not sure if it was because I was nervous or because I was slightly turned on. Rick had warned me on the drive here that Mark was a flirt. That didn't seem much like flirting but it still got my heart racing. I stopped grinning and turned around to join the conversation as we moved into the living room to sit down. Mark and Rick launched into catching up immediately and I having spent the past three days driving cross country with Rick was over talking to him for a bit. I tuned them out. Rick and I have only been together for about three months but we've already had 'the talk'. We've discussed where we are on the road to commitment and we both agree we are in the same place. We are both ready for a permanent relationship but not sure that it won't be the next one. “...and that sunset!” Rick remarked as he rose out of his chair, crossed the room, stepping out onto the patio. “I'll get drinks. Why don't you both go out and enjoy, I'll be out shortly?” Mark suggested with a mile as he crossed the room, passing by me en route to the bar. I stood aside, about to make my way outside, only to see Mark's smile turn first into a sadistic grin then a smirk. He winked, licking his lips, then the sentiment was gone. That intense lustful look was instantly replaced with a scowl of disdain. “Faggot,” he whispered as he passed. What? I stopped at the patio door not sure I believed what I heard. I looked back at bar and there he was making drinks just staring at me with that cold stare of hate. He blew a kiss and I stepped out the door in shock. Or awe. Totally oblivious, Rick called out “Isn't it gorgeous?” “Huh?” was all I could say. Thankfully Mark returned smiling, drinks in hand, before I had to make any small talk. The three of us stood at the balcony watching the sunset behind the mountains. I again tuned out and left them to converse. I kept glancing at him while I thought about what happened. When our glasses were emptied, Mark announced he was going to change clothes. Rick and I moved to the padded love seat. He was already tipsy but that was no surprise he never could drink. He pulled me shorts open and grabbed my dick. Between him in his state and me being completely flaccid at the moment, it took him an extra try before I felt that sweet wet vacuum. Thank god he could still do that. It did not take too long before I was fully erect standing seven and a half inches tall with a good five and a half girth. He bobbed and worked his tongue like a miracle but it was over much too soon. Mark returned with another round of drinks and some jell-o shots he had made. I took one of the shots but I was still nursing my original drink. I really wasn't feeling it, Mark just seemed strange but hot as fuck. I couldn't help but notice what he changed into, shorts. Tight shorts, the kind of shorts where there was nothing left to the imagination. His cock was perfectly outlined and would measure close to nine by six inches if measured fully erect. I assume it was fully erect, I'd hate to see anything that big get bigger. Rick of course didn't seem to notice, but I did. And Mark noticed I noticed. He and Rick did shot after shot till around nine. Rick was drunk as hell but a trooper through it all, I had even joined in the conversation by the end. However after a quick smoke break he passed out cold in the living room chair. I was sitting on the love seat and Mark was in the kitchen talking. I don't know how long Rick had been passed out. Mark sat down beside me and swing his legs over the arm and across my legs, placing that big beautiful cock-print right within view. I couldn't help but drool. “Get it out and suck it, faggot,” Mark commanded. I didn't feel I was in a position to willfully disobey so I pulled his shorts towards me releasing that monster. It sprung out so close I barely had bend to wrap my lips around his head. My mouth was immediately flooded with precum. This guy dripped but it was delicious. Unfortunately I could only work the head so he stood and pulled me awkwardly to the side hanging off the arm of seat. He grabbed my neck with his left hand and his cock with the right pointing it straight towards my mouth. I gave to protest and opened wide for it. My head was sideways and bent back but it got more of that cock down my throat. Suddenly he put his leg on the edge of the cushion to give him better footing. He grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and rammed himself down my throat. My eyes shot open and all I could see was his hip. It both hurt and felt wonderful. My throat was stretched to limit and he was penetrating deeper than anyone had before. He was forcibly holding his cock in my throat. "Yeah faggot, open-up that throat." Tears were streaming from my eyes as his huge cock assaulted my throat. Finally Mark withdrew long enough for me to get a full breath. I gasped loudly, one hand massaging my throat as my other hand wiped the tears from my eyes. Rick, meanwhile, slept in a chair, scarcely than five feet away. Mark grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock in my mouth again. He slowly guided my head up and down his shaft. I grabbed and massaged his heavy balls, damn this was going to be a big load. He peeled off his shorts and forced me over the back of the love seat. He moved me where he needed me then came up behind me rubbing his cock against my hole. “You're going to need these.” Mark said as he handed me a bottle of poppers. I quickly inhaled deeply until I started to feel my head spinning. Mark spread lube on my asshole. “I normally don't use so much lube but I don't want a sore dick.” He sank forward slowly until he couldn't then he just forced himself in. Finally, buried balls deep in my ass, he leaned up and whispered to me again. “You like that don't you faggot? I know you like that cock in your ass.” He started slowly fucking me, pulling out then sinking back in. For ten minutes he kept up this slow rhythm and I moaned like a bitch in heat. This was a cock and he knew how to use it. Finally he came to rest buried, whispering faggot in my hear. “I'm poz faggot and by the time I'm done so will you.” He pulled himself off my back and started chuckling, quietly commenting “You're such a pathetic piece of shit. You don't even have the decency to beg me not to.” After a few seconds silence except for sounds of fucking, I heard him call out to Rick. I glanced over to where he lay still sleeping on the chair. “Hear that Ricky boy? Your faggot bitch husband here is all but begging me to dump this poz load in him. What a prize you picked man?” All the while fucking me in rhythm. “I don't want…,” I managed to protest. “Shut up faggot! I'm using the only opening I need.” He pulled all the way out and rammed into me. One hand on each hip he was plowing my ass. I barely had time to think about him being poz before he started piston fucking me. I screamed loudly for pain and for pleasure. I didn't want him to stop but he pulled out and sat back on the seat with the order “Sit on it, faggot. I'm ready to plant my poz load but your going to work it out.” I obeyed, facing him, lowering myself onto his hard cock until we were face to face. “Don't even think about kissing me you sick fuck.” I looked away ashamed but kept working his cock. “Christ you actually thought I was attracted to you? I'm fucking you out of pity you neg cunt.” He grabbed my hips and forced be all the way down onto his cock threw his head back and moaned. I could feel his huge cock pulsing inside me and knew his was shooting his load in me. “Now, get the fuck off me. And don't even think about letting any of that cum out. I'm putting another load in you later and there won't be anymore lube."

PART TWO "Hahaha, sounds fun Gramps. Just don't strap me in too securely!" As an experienced user, I was well aware of how to make it seem the restraints were only lightly tied but they'd hold the guy firmly in place. "Now how does that feel?" "Yeah, I think I get the idea of it. Wow, it feels pretty amazing from here but I bet it's better at your end! You kinda feel pretty exposed" Looking closer at his sweaty ass in his short shorts, I couldn't believe it - he wasn't wearing briefs! I could see him struggling to get out, just as I thought (& planned) he had no chance at all. "Did you need a hand there?" "Yeah, I can't seem to get out! Maybe if I hold onto you to get a bit more leverage..." Saying that, he put his arms around my neck to try & pull himself out. Of course, that only resulted in the sling starting to rock and bringing me closer, my cock almost resting against him. I could see that his attempts to pull himself out of the sling had actually meant his shorts had slipped further down, almost exposing his hole! "God Gramps, imagine if someone saw us now, what would we say?" "Well it's a damn god thing the door's locked," I replied. "No-one's gonna be surprising us that's for sure." Well, aside from the surprise I had in store for my grandson at least! As his attention was diverted looking over at the door, I was able to slide his shorts down a little further, finally exposing his sweaty hole. In the same motion, I pulled down my shorts, releasing my rock hard cock. That's what years of experience gets you! He swung back towards me, unaware of what was waiting for him. As he rolled back, my cock rested between his cheeks, poking at his hole. "Shit Gramps, what's going on?!?!" "Oh sorry buddy," I replied. "I guess seeing someone in the sling just brought back old memories and feelings and I couldn't help myself. You know what it's like getting flashbacks I'm sure." I looked down, pretending to be ashamed but in actual fact seeing how close I was to being inside his hole. "I know, Mom said you're still upset about Grandma. You still think about her don't you?" "I guess, I just get so lonely sometimes." I looked up at him, trying to get my eyes all misty, it wasn't the only thing I wanted wet though! "If you wanted to you could help me by....no you couldn't" "What Grandpa?" He asked innocently, leaning towards me, meaning my cock was just a little bit closer. "Would it be alright if I had sex with you? I know you're straight (I WAS CAREFUL WITH MY WORDING!!) and that you're my grandson but it'd make me so happy." "Of course Gramps, I'd do anything to make you happy. No-one's gonna come in and surprise us are they?" "No, not with the garage locked." I'd made VERY sure of that! "Well, I can't believe I'm saying this Gramps, but sure. You'll be gentle won't you?" "Tell you what, you tell me how I'm doing and I'll follow your lead OK? I've got some stuff in the house that'll make it easier for you if you want?" The poor kid nodded back to me, if only he knew what was coming. "OK boy, I'll go & get it. Don't go anywhere OK?" I figured a bit of humour would relax the kids nerves. "As if I could!" he laughed back. I tried to hide my aching hard-on as I ran inside to fetch my supplies. END OF PART TWO

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.

Part 19 The twins eyes were darkened by the drugs that had just been pumped into their bodies they not only took their first cock, but their first raw, poz cock as Matt and Bam Bam began by slamming their cocks balls deep. Matt's twin let out a strong moan as he was impaled. Bam Bam's twin yelled out in pain as the 9" hard as steel rod penetrated deep inside piercing his deep inner ring in the process. They each started off slowly pulling their cock out before slowly pushing back in while pulling on the sling as they brought the twin back towards them hoping to penetrate a little deeper with each thrust (if that was possible). It was very evident by the sounds being made by the twin Mat was fucking that he was definitely enjoying his first fuck. The other twin's yelps of pain began to quickly change to moans of pleasure as he too was getting into being fucked. Those who had joined the action going on in the play room quickly began to surround both slings as first Bam Bam then Matt began to speak to their twin. They were saying to each twin things like, "Your liking that cock in your ass?" and "Are you ready to be a cum dump?"In their drugged up state the twins were giving into the pleasure of the fuck by answering "Yes" or "Fuck yeah." The speed at which the twins were getting fucked began to increase as the poz talk from those gathered around watching began to egg Matt and Bam Bam on bring them closer to depositing the first, of many, charged loads into the twins. Bam Bam was this first to ask the question if his twin, "Are you ready to get knocked up? Are you ready to get pregnant?" as he felt his impending orgasm approach. Matt didn't ask his twin, hr told him, "I'm about to fucking poz your neg ass and make you my bitch" to which his twin replied, "I am your bitch." Shortly after that was said Matt yelled out, "FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" as he slammed in deep getting the tip of his cock through the internal ring as he fired his poz seed inside his bitch twin. Upon hearing Matt, Bam Bam yelled out, "OH FUCK!" as he slammed in deep depositing his poz load deep inside his twin. They each began to slowly piston in and out as they worked their loads into the batter walls of the twin they had just bred. After pulling out they were quickly replaced by one of the party goers as each twin began to get gang bang. No one took count of how many loads each twin took that night until Matt and Bam Bam watched the video the party host had shot. The count was nearly 3 dozen for each twin. As the party crowd began to thin Matt had an idea, he knew the twin he sat with in the car and had fucked first was dominated at times by his brother. He knew a way to change the 'playing field' (so to speak) as he first administered a shot of Caverject into the twins soft, Tina dick as Bam Bam gave the other twin another slam. Matt then help his twin out of the sling as the Caverject began working on getting his dick hard. He led him over to his brother and whispered in his ear so his drugged up and still bound in the sling twin could not hear. The now free twin stepped up to his bother's ass with his hard 76.5" cock and without mercy began to pound the hell out of his brother. The twin on the receiving end of this hard fuck began to moan in pleasure as he brother said to him, "From now on you're my cum dump bitch!" It took him a good 45 minutes but he finally shot his load inside his brother proclaiming, "I now own your cunt ass bitch!"

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.

It had been weeks since my meeting with Rick, and I had successfully distracted myself with work. However I couldn’t shake the feeling of regret with how things ended between us. I mean what possessed me to ask him to stop? I was literally in bed with my dream man, ass up, and having his gorgeous cock beginning to breed me. I kept replaying the entire scenario through my head, and each time it ended with me beating myself up for how I had chickened out. It was the end of a long work week and I was dreading the weekend. It was a Holiday weekend, July 4th, and not only was it our Nation’s birthday, but mine as well. I absolutely hate celebrating birthdays, and this one would be no exception. I carefully declined any and all invites from my friends because all I really wanted was to go home and climb into bed and forget all about my problems. Friday night was uneventful and I slept in later than usual on Saturday. I had planned a quiet day of tv binging alone, but since it was a holiday weekend, I decided to run out and pick up a case of Corona. I came home and began my bingefest. I was downing beer at a quick rate, and within an hour I had pounded back five cans and was working on number six. I felt that usual stirring that came when I was drinking, and in no time I had pulled out my laptop. I was certainly not going back onto Grindr, but a friend had told me about a site he had recently begun using, and it got him laid every time he went on. I logged in and created a profile, and within minutes I was sitting back, naked from the waist down, and slowly stroking my cock while browsing all the new men at my disposal. A loud “oink” startled me and I realized that someone had messaged me. This site was certainly interesting and the pig effect was a nice touch. The message came from a hot muscle daddy. His profile pic was the typical torso snap which showed a milky white complexion and quite possible the nicest pecs I had ever seen on a guy. I couldn’t believe this guy had messaged me, and I anxiously clicked through his remaining photos until I got to a few marked private which I didn’t have access to. He was in his late 50’s but judging from his pics, he appeared to be much younger than advertised. His face was clean shaven with a squared jaw and a set of dark piercing eyes that eerily seemed to be staring directly at me. I quickly unlocked my photos for his viewing pleasure and within no time I had received another message. This time instead of being shocked by the oink, I fed off of it, and jumped with excitement! I quickly clicked his message and he sounded very friendly and intelligent. He was a local and looking for someone to view the fireworks with. He wasn’t being overtly sexual in his tone, and I was really intrigued. Could this guy be for real, had I managed to find not only a sexy muscle top, but also one that appeared to be educated and possibly even boyfriend material? Drunk Corey was certainly turned on while imagining this hot stud dominating my eager ass, but the sober side of me was imagining the possibilities of this guy turning out to be more than just a quick fuck. What luck, my first connection on this site, and already I’ve met a quality guy, and on my birthday no less! I was literally giddy with excitement. We exchanged a few more messages and then I gave him my number. Almost immediately my phone began to buzz. “Hello” I answered in a slightly deeper more commanding voice than usual. “Hi Corey this is Dan, are you ready for fireworks?” Instantly I felt at ease talking to Dan. It was as if we had known one another for years. We laughed about me being alone on my birthday, and ofcourse we discussed all of the things I enjoyed doing in the bedroom. I was a tad too shy to divulge all of my fantasies, but it was clear that we were both interested in hanging out. I prefer to host because the idea of showing up at a stranger’s house terrifies me. Dan tried to convince me that his place would be better, he had a condo in a beachside high rise, and his view of the fireworks would be unbeatable. I stressed that I really wasn’t comfortable showing up without having met him, and he proposed a compromise. He suggested that we meet at my place to test the waters. We could get to know one another and then determine if there was enough mutual interest to continue hanging out at Dan’s place. I quickly agreed and soon hung up to go shower and find the perfect outfit to wear. The shower was a bit longer than usual because I wanted to ensure I was properly cleaned out. I was determined not to have a repeat of Rick, and this time nothing would stop me from getting the pounding that I so desperately needed! I leaped from the bathroom and began frantically opening my drawers in search of the jockstrap I had ordered a few months back. It was an Andrew Christian jock with dark navy fabric that was bordered with bright white trim. I loved the contrast between the stark white up against the dark brown tone of my summer tan. After all, I had spent a lot of time working on this deep bronze tan, why shouldn’t I show it off? I slipped a pair of red soccer shorts on and grabbed a black tank top that would match the black baseball hat I was already wearing. I had just enough time to compose myself when I heard my phone buzz. I answered and gave Dan instructions on how to get up to my unit and within minutes he was standing in my living room. I noticed right away that Dan appeared a bit older than the pics he posted. He definitely appeared to be the 50 that his profile had advertised that he was. However his body, chest and more specifically his arms and pecs were exactly as pictured. He was wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt with a pair of khaki cargo shorts. His voice was deep and firm, and immediately his hands began exploring my body. He ran them across my stomach and down my thighs and ended up cupping my ass cheeks in both his hands. “Are you wearing a jockstrap?” Dan muttered as I slyly shook my head, flashing him a devilish smile. Dan grabbed me and pulled me close to him. I felt trapped but also incredibly comfortable in his arms. His large chest and arms felt incredibly strong and I knew immediately that I was his. He looked down, and as our eyes met he forced his tongue into my open mouth, flicking his tongue in a rhythm that mine soon matched. We stayed like this, intertwined, for well over 5 minutes... exploring, licking, caressing. I was extremely turned on. My cock began to strain against the small pouch of my jockstrap, and as I reached down to adjust it, Dan slapped my hand away. He slowly guided his hand down my chest, grazed my six pack, and forcefully grabbed my dick at its base. “Mmmmmm damn this is a nice cock you have here Corey, you are really a sight to behold. I haven’t seen you online before are you new?” I took this opening as an excuse to untangle myself from Dan to walk to the kitchen for some water. I returned with two glasses and beckoned for him to join me on the couch. As we sat and sipped our cool beverage, I told Dan a little more about my history and how I was usually not into hookups but because of a little liquid encouragement, I had logged online. Dan expressed how happy he was that I had logged on, and since I had been so open with him, he wanted to be honest with me as well. “I love having sex but I really enjoy it more after I’ve smoked some T. Have you ever partied before?” As soon as Dan finished his sentence, I instinctively blurted out no... I didn’t do drugs. Dan casually reclined back deeper into the sofa and began explaining that I didn’t know what I was missing out on. Dan said that everyone seemed to be doing it nowadays and the long holiday weekend would be the perfect time for me to try it. “I don’t know Dan, I mean I’m a professional, I can’t have my work knowing I had tried drugs.” Dan smirked and asked what I thought about him. He reassured me that he was a successful professional as well, and he would never jeopardize his job, and certainly he wouldn’t want that for mine either. He then explained that it was my choice, but if I’d like, he could at least show me how it was done. He pulled a glass pipe out of his cargo short’s pocket and slowly began turning it as he lit a torch just beneath it. I watched as this strange long stemmed pipe slowly began to spew pillows of white smoke. Dan inhaled deeply as he carefully rocked the bulb from side to side. Looking down directly into my eyes, Dan smiled and lunged forward. His lips met mine, and without warning he began to blow smoke into my awaiting mouth. Instinctively I inhaled, and in that moment a wave of warm intensity came over my body. I began to feel tingly and upon exhaling I couldn’t seem to stop smiling. “Wow that was incredible, holy cow I have never felt anything like that before.” I didn’t know if it was the drug itself or the fact that here I was spending time with a sexy Daddy who seemed too perfect to be true. Dan laughed as he stood up to put his pipe down on the coffee table. He sat back down next to me and proceeded to kiss me passionately. Unlike before, this time his kisses felt stronger and more passionate... my body responded to his every movement with an equally passionate response. I was in shear bliss, my head felt dizzy, but most importantly I felt so alive. I was more comfortable with Dan than I had ever felt with anyone before. I was his for the taking and I wanted him, all of him. Dan pulled away and adjusted his crotch as he leaned back. I became aware of his cock for the first time, and I had an overwhelming desire to reach out and grab it. Dan slapped my hand away and stood up. “Ok ok ok... calm down, there is plenty of time for that. First answer me this Corey ... now that we have met, are you comfortable enough to come back to my place?”

4 NOW that's the best type of action with an entire wrestling team SLAMN and Fuckn each other. While pushing together and bring in new piggy team members.

Tempted to feel sorry for poor little Davis, but then again, he begged for it, didn't he?!?

Despite calling in sick that day, this semester was more difficult than previous years. My departmental director changed and wanted to institute new teaching techniques using technology guided education methods. Learning how to use the technology and how to teach using the technology required a lot more time than he anticipated. I was rarely out of school before 6pm on weekdays and frequently reading about how to work with the technology on weekends. I barely had time to run or go to the gym. I stayed on a shorter workout routine, but continued to get home after 9-10pm. Consequently, I had very little time for sex and my hole was getting twitchy. The holiday break came at just the right time. I was getting tired of using my dildos. I needed to get properly fucked and bred. I went out to the bars in Manhattan with Marty, who was definitely still chasing the A List crowd around. It annoyed me that he wanted to associate with these guys just because of who they knew, where they worked, and what parties they went to, etc. Regardless of all that "noise," I was at the bar and it was time for some drinks. It was also time to cruise the fuck out of these boys. I scoped around the bar and and saw a few guys I liked. I talked to one of them for awhile and he was in town from Chicago and had left his boyfriend at home. After an hour, I realized this dude was not looking for a hookup and I moved on. I went back to Marty and grabbed an open seat at the bar. We hung out with his friends for a few hours as they discussed almost every guy in the bar - top/bottom, cock size, where they live, what they do, who they are dating, etc. Granted, it interested me because I hadn't really ever seen any of these guys; so I encouraged them to talk more. As I did so, the rounds of drinks kept coming and I was getting rather tipsy. A couple of Marty's actor friends wanted to go to a bathhouse. I said I'd go with them. We left Marty and the others behind and went to a bathhouse I'd heard of but not been to previously. I loved getting fucked, but it's not like I was a denizen of all things sexual in NYC. I asked why they liked it and one of the guys said it's because they are mostly guys in their 30s-50s. They had met some awesome daddies there. I was up for some hot daddy action, why not. We got into the bathhouse and changed. Marty's friends weren't shy about their bodies and they didn't need to be. They were gorgeous. We went in our towels, me also in a jockstrap, to the main area. We saw some porn playing and guys watching it and each other and stroking. We hung out for a bit. The guys were right, these daddies were pretty hot. Sure some were out of shape but there were plenty of built and toned daddies around to ride on. We separated and I wandered the hallways for a bit. I saw a face that I faintly recognized in a sling. The room was large enough for me to get into and there was a bit of an audience. I stepped into the room. Leaning against the wall and stroking my cock, I was trying to remember where I met this dude previously. He could be a fuck or a mostly anonymous fuck that I'd had over the years; but that wasn't it. There was something more about this guy - something memorable. As the top fucking him got closer, he asked if the bottom wanted his load. The bottom grunted, "Give me your load." The top unloaded in the bottom. He pulled out and another guy stepped up to take his place. The second top said, "Do I need to use a rubber?" Almost in unison, the first top and the bottom said, "No. I/He just fucked him/me bareback." At the mention of the word bareback, the memory of this bottom flooded back to me. It was Sam! Sam, the pharmacist from when I was with Eli. Sam, the never bareback, always use condoms guy who helped me pick out lube and condoms and enemas when I was 18. Holy crap! The second top finished inside Sam. I stepped up and slipped my cock in Sam - bareback. I was topping for the first time in years. I wanted to feel his ass. I wanted to have it - Mr. Safe Sex Pharmacist was taking my cock bareback. He never mentioned a condom as I slipped inside him. I was thinking how times have changed since I first met Sam. He was such a Safe Sex guy back then. I wondered what had opened him up to taking bareback loads from random guys. I wondered if a boyfriend had gotten him hooked on being bred. I wondered if he gradually stopped using condoms over the years. I felt a cock press into my ass and I looked back to see one of Marty's friends slipping his cock inside me. He said, "You have an amazing ass." As he fucked me, I fucked Sam. I had a hot guy fucking me bareback as I fucked Mr. Safe Sex pharmacist bareback. Man, I was on a fucking high. I was getting close and said, "I'm going to cum." Sam begged for my load. I fucked it into him. As I pulled out, Marty's friend stopped fucking me but left his cock in my ass. He guided me to the wall and fucked me against it until he came. He took awhile and I heard Sam beg for two more loads as I was getting fucked. I turned to look at Sam before I left the room. He was in his 30s, toned, tight body, still really attractive and he was sweaty and covered in cum. Fuck that's hot, I thought as I left the room.

Headed up the stairs and into the house's kitchen, John gave me a quick look around the kitchen which had lots of supplies on the counter along with large bottles of Gatorade. The Gatorade sent off a signal in my mind that these guys might pnp more than just a quick X and especially with all the sweet snacks that were all over the place as they both were so fit and trim. Anyways I followed John as we walked through the kitchen and into the living room where I was told that the couch folded out into a sleeper and would be my room so I dropped by backpack there and then followed John a few more steps til we went to the back of the house where two normal sized bedrooms shared a bathroom in between. One bedroom was fitted tight with a kingsize bed with a big wooden headboard, a dresser with abig screen tv on it and a big wooden closet. The other bedroom had a computer with speakers in one corner, a big screen tv on one wall facing a fully padded sling on the other side of the room. Back we headed to the living room where Paulo brought in a few cocktails he had been making while I was on my tour. Along with the cocktails Paulo gave the option of taking a shot of G. Not one to pass up much, I gulped mine down along with my drink and started to wait for something to kick in. It always takes so long with me but once I am there, watch out. They both settled into big armchairs as I sat on the couch between them. The big screen tv was turned on and instead of my expected porn, John had pieced together film clips from our days in the boy scouts and adventures around my and his old house nearby. The film was great and showed us on camping trips in the North Georgia Mountains, rafting down the Chattahoochee and hiking near Flat Shoals Creek. Nearing the end of the film of us, another dvd was put on showing three guys having bareback sex in a sling. As much as I liked watching the old times, the porn was a lot better and seem familiar but I just could not put my finger on it. The set looked just like John's back bedroom. Could it be? I guess the G had been working because as I pondered the film and the back bedroom and saw myself in the fantasy, I didn't even notice John and Paulo each leave the room and return in full gear sitting on the couch with me. John wore a full harness, tall black boots with chaps, a black cockring and a black biker hat and a very hard dripping cock. Paulo was wearing a rubber tank, rubber chaps and boots and a rubber mask with the eyes and mouth cut out. His cock was bare, throbbing hard and dripping as well. Was I dreaming on the G and leftover X or was this really happening? (more later)...

I am a big fan of anonymous sex. There is nothing hotter than walking in and finding a guy naked, ass up on all fours waiting to get fucked. Year or so ago replied to an ad online for a walk in anonymous scene. The guy wanted to be fucked and loaded and didn’t want to see who did it. Sounded perfect to me and soon I was outside his hotel room door. I walked in and he was naked and blindfolded on his knees. The only light in the room came from the bathroom but it only took me a minute to realize I knew this guy, we worked together. His tattoo was what gave it away. We had flirted at work a few times but he had a partner and flirting was as far as it ever went. I thought about leaving but then realized that would be stupid. He had gone to the trouble of renting a hotel room and was advertising for anonymous cock and loads. If not me then someone else would do it and the more I thought about fucking him the hotter I got. I stripped out of my clothes and rubbed the head of my cock on his lips and he eagerly opened his mouth and took me in. He moaned softly as I grabbed his head and pushed my cock deeper into his throat with each thrust of my hips. I didn’t want to talk and risk him figuring out who I was so I pulled out, grabbed his hair and pulled his head back as I kissed him and then pushed him onto the bed. His ass was round and just the right amount of hairy. I pushed his face down on the bed and placed his hands on his cheeks and he pulled them apart showing me his hole. I licked and ate that hole until he was begging to get fucked. I stood up and rubbed my cock on his ass enjoying teasing him and hearing him begging to be fucked. I took a hit of poppers and passed them to him and then pushed my cock balls deep in one quick thrust. He fisted the comforter and cried out which did nothing but make me fuck him harder. I fucked for a bit then pulled out and licked his hole and sucked his cock until he begged to be fucked again. I rammed back into his open hole and started a steady rhythm forcing my cock all the way in over and over. I grabbed his hips and grunted as I fucked my load into this anonymous load taker who turned out to be my coworker. I kept pumping his hole and gave him another load which I promptly licked out of his hole and kissed him with. We were both moaning and a part of me wanted to pull the blindfold off but the pervy side of me knew it would be hotter with him not knowing it was me.

Right after my 22 birthday tested Poz.

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

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

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 4) Before dressing up I used some toilet paper to wipe my dripping cunt. “Damn…. how did this happen?” I whispered to myself. This was crazy – my head leaned against the wall and I couldn’t help but to finger myself. Somehow I felt like a slut. Taking two dicks up my ass from guys I never met before. But then I thought about Josh - beautiful… handsome looking Josh. I smiled away dreamingly. This night, when our eyes met for the first time, there was magic in the air. I didn’t want to lose the chance in building up a solid relationship to this stunning guy. Everyone was drooling, just looking at him. But tonight he chose me and I wouldn’t let him down. I had done all the things he asked me to and even more. Still I felt somehow cheap and common and I was scared his friends would tell him I enjoyed their cocks. When I left the stall I almost crashed into another guy who wanted to use the toilet. He smiled at me and asked if I would want to taste his dick, but I sort of got back to my senses and shook my head. First I recognized his respectable bulge, but then I saw a friendship ring on his finger. I had the best boyfriend ever, I didn’t need this trash. He was probably cheating his boyfriend. Disgusting….. So I went back to our table, but when I reached it - Josh was sitting there with his friends and another blonde twink, who actually rubbed my boyfriends bulge out the in the open. I was shocked. Josh saw me from afar and waved at me. I moved closer but couldn’t say a word. All I could do was looking at the twink’s hand giving my boyfriend a cock massage through his jeans fabric. Josh told me to sit down next to him. I followed his instruction and got a perfect view of the things happening. My face was frozen. I felt Josh putting his arm around my shoulders, but that didn’t stop the blonde bitch to touch my boyfriend’s dick. The other guys smirked all over their faces. “Listen Buddy - I will be with you in a few minutes. Drink something to warm you up. Next stop is banging your hole …..” he gave me a horny wink with his eyes and then he got up and took this guy by the hand, leading him to the back room areas. Shortly before disappearing, I observed Josh even squeezing the twink’s butt before passing a door. “Where… who… where is he going. Who was this guy, touching Josh? “I asked almost sobbing. “Don’t worry about this bitch. It is just… an ex boyfriend” somebody lied to me. “An ex… and Josh let him touch him this way?” I asked sadly. “You know how it is. If someone is holding on and the other one lets go” Josh’s friends explained. It wasn’t an ex boyfriend though. It was simply another twink whoring around, but I didn’t know that. “He doesn’t give shit about this guy. He wants to be with you” they tried to convince me, but I was almost traumatized. “Josh is a nice guy. I know him. He will look for a quiet and dark corner and there he will hammer this guy, to make him understand, that he is nothing but a cunt to him. He loves you and just wanted to avoid a scene….” they tried comforting me. “Believe me - he will be back with you soon. He knows you are precious and he won’t miss the chance to get you ‘real’ good” they laughed. I felt a bit better now. For a moment I had seen all my dreams shatter, but I had faith in Josh and I believed his best friends. They knew Josh so well…. “So…..?” Someone asked me. “So what?” I looked around at the assembled group. “Don’t you move under the table again?” another guy asked in disbelieve. “I am thirsty…..” I objected. “Nothing you can’t get under the table…..” was the command I received. And so I slid under the table almost naturally and sat there asking the guys to order me a coke. “No coke available…. but you can get recycled beer” someone suggested. ‘Recycled beer...?’ I asked myself, when all of the sudden all the guys opened their pants and I looked around to see five dicks pointing at me….. “Oh nooooo……” I begged them. “You got ten seconds time to chose a dick. If you don’t chose one, we will piss on you.” they threatened me. “You can’t do this to me” I almost shouted and tried to emerge from under the table, but was kicked back. “Ten seconds and counting…” they snarled. I grabbed one dick and took it into my mouth….. waiting for my thirst to be quenched.

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 3) Marc sucked on his boyfriend’s huge phallus. Little did he know, shortly before that, Josh had fucked another slut in the darkroom - unprotected. He had banged the shit out of an 18 year old teen-bitch and now he was sitting at the table with his buddies surrounding him and Marc lapped along the huge piece of flesh, cleaning the ass juices up from another filthy slut. They all laughed, when Marc made a concerned remark of the bloody streaks on Josh’s dick, but the twink under the table was either not so bright, inexperienced or simply tried his best to keep Josh satisfied. Two guys were still up to shoot their cum into the young Marc. They told Josh they needed to take a piss – and they asked if his new boyfriend could assist them. ‘Finding the loo?’ Marc thought. “Seems like I am spotless down there. Nice…. yeah take him with you and have fun” Josh said almost carelessly. Marc was a bit confused. Was there something he had said or done? “Be nice to my friends. Don’t come back complaining about them. I hate it if my lovers are causing more problems. You are here to solve problems. To make me and my buddies happy…. that’s your job,” Josh added. “Will you be here when I come back?” Marc timidly asked. “Yeah…. well maybe I will wander around bit and check out if I can see other guys to bump into. Don’t worry. I'll find you and then we will look for a cozy place…. so I can use your tight hole and…. make love to you and shit like that." Josh and his friends laughed hysterically. “Now run along with my two friends and don’t forget to make them happy too.” On the way to the toilets Marc saw the big bulges in the pants of the two guys, and he was sure they wanted to blow a load or two. Still Marc thought he might be able to avoid executing other blow jobs, so he undertook to convince them that he really should be with Josh, especially as he wasn't sure it was right for him to get mixed-up with them. Both of the guys listened to Marc's agreement, but continued walking me to the toilets. From time to time they grabbed their crotches to adjust their dicks. I sighed. Then we arrived at the urinals. “You know Josh is a great guy, with a big dick. You think you can handle that?” the second guy asked me that, while he took a good and long piss. “Well… we will have romantic sex…. lots of kissing. Slowly…. lovingly…..” Marc assured them. Both guys stared at each other and then started to laugh out loud. They couldn’t stop laughing. “Oh no boy! He is rough and likes it rough. If you fail to accept his dick in one stroke, then you will be history, that’s for sure. Do you understand that?” the latter asked, who also emptied his bladder. “I will never be able to take his dick in one stroke” I mumbled, more to myself. “Yeah, we know…. but we want to help you. We would be willing to open you up a little bit, you know? “You want to…. fuck me? Can’t I just suck you?” I asked them sheepishly. “This wouldn’t help you much with your problem, huh - getting Josh’s monster cock into your tiny little hole, in one smooth motion” both giggles insanely. Marc nodded slowly. “Believe us, it is better this way. Josh will be impressed, when you suck his cock into your body with your cunt, without flinching. He is a nice guy and he is trying so hard to find the right partner.” the guy with the dark hair chuckled. “Let’s get together into this stall and we will open you up with our dicks – you can decide, which one of us can shred your ass first” he said. “Don’t be too hard on me please” I answered, while walking into a stall first. “It is no use fucking you softly. Josh will wreck your asshole. We need to bang you the right way, so you get used to the pain and open up more… are you so fucking stupid to understand that?” the red head roared. “Stop fussing about it and pull your pants down a bit” he ordered me and someone of them closed the door behind us. I stood there, facing a side wall and fumbled at my buttons to open my pants. Both gents opened their zippers only and pulled their cocks out. They asked me, which one should fuck him first. I looked over my shoulder and said the red head could try to open me up a bit. He grinned triumphantly to his friend and moved behind me. I had revealed my ass. “Bend over a bit and hold your ass cheeks apart. I am a nice guy you know” he spit on his dick: “I will give you my spit even, so it is easier for your dry hole” he panted. I clenched my teeth, while the guy behind me rammed his 7 inch cock into my asshole without stopping once. I thought he would rip my ass apart. His friend cheered him on, while he jacked-off slowly. “Please – go slowly…. you are hurting me” I whispered. “Shut up” he snarled and started fucking me like a rabbit which made me yelp in pain. “You know, we will also deposit our junk in your pussy. This way you got even more lube up your ass…. what do you say, hm?” he asked me breathlessly. “No… please. Don’t cum into my ass. I am scared….. are you tested?” I wailed. “Yeah sure I am tested you bitch and now hold still. I want to enjoy my ride….. ayyeeeee…. whore.” For the moment I calmed down. I was scared of hiv and other sexual transmitted diseases. I didn’t realize, he just told me he got tested. But he never claimed the results. “Bend down more…. I want to ram my cock deeper into you” he forced himself deeper between my cleft. Meanwhile he started pinching my nipples. It hurt so much, because he turned and twisted them around brutally. “Yeah…. whore….. *grunt* you like my cock….. hmmm….. oh…. you are so tight” he moaned. I felt he was speeding up and so I begged him again not to shoot into me. I offered him, I would take his dick ass to mouth and swallow his cum. There was no response, just his heavy breathing and then all of a sudden he rammed his dick deep into me and stopped abruptly. I felt his hot breath on my shoulders and then I felt gush after gush erupting into my bowels and I sighed deeply. “Oooooh yeah bitch…. oh – man…. I am still shooting my hot load into you. Can you feel it bitch?” the raid head guy closed his eyes and enjoyed his orgasm before he slowly pulled out. My breathing was stagnant, but before I could calm down the second guy was at my hole and stabbed into me without further ado. “Noooooo “ I shouted desperately, but he covered my mouth with his right hand and hissed to shut up immediately. This guy was a bit thicker, than the other one, and had maybe 8 inches. Of course Josh would be another challenge, but right now I was in severe pain, taking my second cock up my arse tonight. I was almost grateful for the deposit of cum now. It made all really easier for me. Both guys looked at each other, when they recognized my ass moving to meet the fucking motion of the black haired guy. “Look at this bitch. You enjoy taking dicks. I knew it from the beginning, that you are a dick taking whore” he grunted while he fucked me with more enthusiasm now. I moaned loudly. It felt good to get fucked. I am totally into dicks, it just bothered me, that my good reputation was at stake. As long as no one saw me, sucking and fucking around tonight, I should be safe. My hands pulled my cheeks further apart to give my fucker more access to my hole. “Fuck me…. fuck me harder….” I encouraged him and outside at the urinals guys enjoyed listening to the action, which went on in our stall. This guy for example, made no noise at all when he came. He shuddered only a bit and then I knew he was loading my ass for the second time that evening. When he pulled out of my ass, I felt empty and I couldn’t move for the moment. I was so horny right now, but there was also the feeling of being cheap and common. My boyfriend was sitting outside, waiting for me to return and what did I do? I enjoyed being fucked by another guy, who was a total stranger to me. “Don’t tell Josh, that I was so willing…. okay?” I begged them softly. My legs were slightly apart and I felt the cum dripping out of my hole and running downwards along my legs. This was so embarrassing. “Well, don’t worry about it too much. If he loves you, then he won’t mind you, being a cock-addicted whore” the red head said. He unlocked the door and closed his pants while walking outside. The other guy just looked at me with cold eyes and closed his pants also. He went out without saying a word. My heartbeat was racing. I slowly pulled my pants up. I had to find Josh…..

Who wants to take my load in a condom or in a tub hehe?? I cum fuckloads so your ass will be totally full of cum

I've run across guys who self-identify as straight and are married with kids, but would fuck a rattlesnake if somebody would hold the head for them. This one guy in particular was so sexual that I don't think he even thought of himself as bisexual, let alone gay. If your hole was offered, it got fucked but you couldn't even touch his. I'll never forget how he had been on vacation with his wife and said he fucked her everyday during the trip. But he came straight to me when he got home and dumped two loads in me. Heck, he even turned out one of his straight co-workers and they both ran a train on me. I can imagine the conversation that occurred leading up to this. "I know this fag who will let you fuck him and breed him. I'll arrange it but only if I get to fuck you too." And he didn't have a small cock either. I imagine his wife was happy to have him fuck other people to keep him off her every night!

At the moment I have two straight fuckbuddies who I meet from time to time. One is in his 40ies, married with kids, and his wife doesn't want him to fuck her often, nor does she please him with other things like giving head and stuff. He would never go for other chicks though, and he thinks that cheating her with me is a different thing anyway, cuz he does nothing than ramming his cock into a hole and dumping some loads. So, when we meet every couple of months we sit, drink beer and watch straight porn. After a while he will open his pants and this is the signal for me to turn around and bend over the sofa. No touching, no kissing. He just shoves in and fucks. After a few minutes he shoots his load, pulls out, closes his pants and we continue sitting, drinking and watching porn. 2-3 beers later he is again up for it, and we continue this until I have some 3 or 4 loads in my guts. The other is a single man who has an enormous cock and thus constantly problems to find girls. Most of the chicks already freak out when they only see his snake popping out of his pants. But then he is very much into agressively using his fuck tool and most women don't like that. Since he found out that there are gay guys who are pretty much into stuff like that, he sometimes goes to a gay bathhouse. That's where I meet him.

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

PART 4 Coach Pitt slowly began pulling his cock out of my sloppy hole, and I whimpered. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” he said. “Your hole won’t be empty for long.” In fact, it wasn’t empty for more than five seconds. Coach Strickland pushed his fat dick into me right away, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of Coach Pitt’s seed getting worked even deeper inside my slammed-up hole. “Pitt and I met at a wrestling conference a few years back,” Strickland explained, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust his dick deep. “We’d both responded to a Craigslist ad posted by some college slut. This kid wanted neg tops to breed him, so I showed up to give the little fucker a surprise. Anyway, when Pitt shot his load inside this kid’s fuckhole, I caught Pitt’s eye and he winked at me. Flashed that devil-smile of his. That’s when I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was doing—stealth-pozzing the negboy. A few months later, he got me a job here at the high school, and we’ve been slowly converting our favorite wrestlers into poz chemsluts ever since.” His thrusts were faster now. His breath grew ragged. His eyes were solid black, staring me down as he grinned like a fucking demon. “And now,” he said, “You know what’s gonna happen?” “You’re gonna breed me. Please breed me, Coach.” “Fuck yeah, Lance. I’m gonna give you a big dose of my poz seed. You. Fucking. Slammed. Up. PIG.” His whole body shook as he pushed even deeper than before, and his stomach muscles flexed as his dick sprayed volleys of toxic jizz into my hungry fuckhole. By then, I could see that the playroom was getting crowded, and I recognized everyone: guys who’d graduated in the last year or two or three, most of them wrestling at the local university now. They were watching Strickland breed me, stroking their dicks, helping each other get slammed up, and staring me down with that same demonic intensity. Tom Goldsmith—last year’s captain, the guy from the homemade video I'd seen in Pitt's office—was the first to get his poz cock up in me, and by that point I was spreading my jockbutt and begging for his dirty cum. I took a load from every poz jockpig in the room. Then Coach Pitt unstrapped me from the harness, helped me down, and turned to address the roomful of guys. “I’m gonna take a few minutes alone with this boy,” he said. “You’re all welcome to stick around and pig out. Help yourself to more rigs over there on the desk if you want.” He walked me upstairs, leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door. Then he drew me close to him, pressed his chest against mine, and said: “I’m so proud of you, Lance.” He kissed me, a wet, hungry kiss, while his fingers slowly massaged my cummy hole. “I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. And you know what, pigboy?” “What?” “I think it might be time for another slam.” I nodded eagerly, and he smiled. “Good boy,” he said. He gestured for me to climb onto the bed. He positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock into my sloppy cumhole. With his dick buried inside me, he proceeded with the slams. I watched in fascination as he wrapped a rubber strap around his arm, as the needle slid into his vein, as blood filled the syringe, and as he plunged the Tina into his bloodstream. He groaned, and his cock grew even harder in my fuckhole. Then his eyes took on an evil glint as he turned his attention to me. “Want some more Tina flowing through you, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Slam me up. Please.” “You got it, pig.” The needle was in my vein within seconds. Then he pushed down on the syringe and delivered the chemical payload I was craving. I coughed, but a little less this time. I felt the drug race to my brain, my heart, my dick. Then my hole began involuntarily milking the raw cock lodged deep within me. Coach laughed. “There you go, slampig,” he said. I kept milking him as he closed his eyes and began thrusting deep. Then he leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to be my boy,” he said. “You’re somethin’ else, Lance. You’re just a natural fuckin’ pig. And my cock belongs in this sweet boyhole.” He reached down to feel my own throbbing cock, which had remained hard all night. “And look at this, you hot little fucker,” he said. “This fat dick of yours? It’ll be perfect bait to get hot neg jockboys—boys just like you—into our sling.” He kissed me again. “You’re fucking perfect. So whaddaya say? Be my fuckin’ boy?” I flashed a giant smile as he barebacked my hole. “I feel so lucky,” I said. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about your cock—what it might look like, how it might feel in my hand. And now your giant raw dick is buried inside me. It’s unbelievable. And fuck yeah, I want to be yours.” “Mine?” “All yours.” With that, I felt his dick spasm inside me. Another intense kiss. Then he just looked at me, his cock still twitching as it continued to impregnate my wrecked boyhole. “Fuck, Lance,” he said. “I love shooting my poz cum in you.” Later, when we made our way back to the playroom, I did another slam and took another round of loads. That was incredibly hot, but it wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was this: being alone with Coach Pitt in his bedroom, feeling his powerful arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzling the hair on his muscular chest, while his dick slowly worked that second load of his poz cum into my knocked-up hole. And then hearing him whisper in my ear: “Mine.” THE END

I've been living in London since October and, on multiple apps, had been chatting on and off with this amazingly hot 40 year old. I love a good daddy to take the reins with me, so I had been eyeing him for quite awhile. He works as a painter in the government buildings up and down Whitehall, near where I live, and has all the trappings of a sexy blue-collar English guy: slick bod, multiple tats, cropped haircut. It took some time before we finally met up because he lives in the East End and I live in a uni hall, so I can never host, but a few months ago I finally bit the bullet and said I would suck him off in the toilets of a nearby hotel. When I met him outside he was shorter than I was hoping for (I'm taller than most British guys, so I wasn't surprised, but I was hoping what was under the hood would make up for it). We had a quick chat--his cockney accent was so thick I could barely understand him--and he told me to follow him inside but stay a bit behind. It was incredibly hot, knowing that he was a bit nervous people might question why we were wandering around the hotel...it definitely got my heart racing. He knew where we were going to on the second floor, and I nearly got lost trying not to follow him too conspicuously. When we finally got into the stall he immediately whipped his cock out and forced my mouth onto it. The whole situation was incredibly hot. He took his shirt off and I licked up and down his rock hard abs and continued working his cock with my hands and mouth. When he was ready to shoot he shoved me down onto his cock and flooded my throat with tasty cum. We went our separate ways and he let me know he was interested in having a proper session sometime. Fast forward to yesterday and I was really horny. I'm usually content to suck a load out of one or two guys and get on with my day, but yesterday I was feeling like more. No one interesting or worthwhile seemed to be around though, and then I remembered the one off I had had with the tatted up painter. He had changed his profile a bit and I couldn't seem to find him nearby on the cruising apps but realized that I had his phone number, so I gave him a shout and let him know I wanted to get fucked. Luckily he was off work until later in the day and was up to get together at his flat in the East End, so I cleaned up and headed towards the grittier (and much sexier) part of the city. It was a short distance to his place from the train station, but the characteristic London rain was heavy enough that by the time I had a cigarette and wound my way through the East End apartment blocs, I was pretty wet and ready to be warmed up. The painter met me outside the gate of his estate looking even sexier than I had remembered, standing casually in his trackies, looking the part of the blue-collar Londoner about whom I so often fantasized. He led me to his flat and en route we exchanged the typical awkward, pre-hookup pleasantries. Once inside 'though we didn’t waste much time, as he had to be at work in about an hour, so I knew that it would be a pretty quick session. Once in his bedroom, like the first time we met, he wasted no time whipping out his dick and shoving my face into it. Even soft, it was much bigger than I had remembered, and all I could think was shit, what have I gotten myself into. But there was no turning back now. In no time he was rock hard and, as I struggled to take the full-length of his thick and massive tool into my throat, he continued to strip. Seeing his beautiful tattoo covered body and the frenzied pace at which things were moving quickly dissipated my anxiety about his size, and soon I was wearing only my jockstrap, as he lay on the bed, my tongue working up and down his stomach and chest, teasing the cock I so badly wanted inside me. In no time I was on all-fours as he buried his face in my ass, prepping my hole for his rock hard dick. I like to lube the inside of my hole before meeting up with guys, just to move things along and ensure them that my hole is ready to take what they’re giving. This time I was glad I had, because he didn’t seem much interested in wasting time putting his tongue where his cock could be instead. While he rubbed his heavy manhood on my still tight pucker, I took a few heavy hits of poppers and prepared myself to take him inside my eager hole. My face buried in the pillows, he put cock to cunt and opened me up with his hulking dick, slow enough that I could take it but with constant grinding pressure until my ass let him deep inside with a noticeable pop. He stayed put for a few seconds, making sure my ass would be open and eager for more before pulling out to lube up. I thought I heard the sounds of a condom unrolling, but I couldn’t be bothered to bring my head up and glance backward, too excited for the pounding I knew was coming. He asked me if I was alright, but didn’t care enough to wait for the answer, mercilessly shoving his cock straight into my boihole, jackhammering away as he put the full-force of his body weight into each of his thrusts, sometimes putting his chest on my back and shoving my face into the bed, other times pulling back and riding me, while clawing at my jock, making me the bitch I had allowed myself to become. He would ask every few minutes through his frenzied grunting if everything was okay, but I knew he didn’t really care. My hole was now his, and he would be done with it when he decided, not when I did. Sweating and gasping for air from the alternating pain and pleasure of being feverishly rammed, he eventually pulled out and rolled me over onto my back. I was glad for the pause, as my throbbing ass needed a break, but I would never have said so, feeling lucky to have such a beautiful man make me his play thing. Secretly, I had hoped he wasn’t wearing a condom, wanting to feel the raw power of his cock rubbing the inside of my ass with no barriers, exposing myself to his testosterone-fueled manhood, but as he towered over me with my legs hugged tight into my chest I was disappointed to see him pull a condom off and throw it to the floor. I feared I had lost my chance to be truly marked by this incredible man, but as if knowing what I was thinking, he suddenly shoved his now bare cock back into the hole which he had left gaping, saying “You want my cum, don’t you?” As if he needed permission. Still, through my gasps of ecstasy, I was able to let him know how much I did. In no time the full-length of his nine inches was inside me again, furiously pounding my ass. As his breaths became shallower and his pace quickened I knew he was about to cum and I braced myself as he coated my guts in his seed. My insides grew warmer and contented fullness washed over me, knowing--and feeling--that I had his sweet sperm deep inside me. He held his cock inside me for some time, but it didn’t soften. When he pulled out I stuck a few fingers in my hole, hoping to coat them in his cum and savor the taste, but it was no use. He had deposited his manhood so deep in my guts that I was forced onto his cock, where I lapped furiously, hoping to get any remnants of his amazing shot up my ass. The taste of his cum mixed with sweat and the juices from my ass was intoxicating. We lay there for a bit longer, his cock softening in my mouth, both still breathing hard from the pounding that had just occurred. Later, as I walked back toward the station I could feel his deposit slowly starting to slide down my guts, but I held onto it, enjoying being loaded, re-living over and over again the moment the Painter gave me his DNA, hoping this would just be the first of many times my ass could be his cumdump.