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10 years ago So much of this story causes me personal shame. It's embarrassing. I'm currently 47 years old, but I still felt like a kid ten years ago. I was 37 and fighting some demons from childhood. I was raised in a very strict, religious household and remember rules and discipline as a way of life. I rebelled like we all do at some point. Unfortunately, I never grew out of that stage. I got stoned right before my high school graduation...and pretty much every day after that for the next three years. College was pretty much a breeze, but in my senior year, I woke up a little and shed some anger in order to get my degree. The problem is that I never got over my hate of doing stuff I didn't want to do. Sure, I got up early every morning and worked at a job -- but I never got a regular checkup with a doctor, and I never ever went to the dentist. I'd had a wisdom tooth removed when I was in my 20's. It was such a bad experience that they only did the one even though I had three more that needed taken out. I swore I'd never go back. And I didn't for over ten years. Well, you can guess what happened ... I eventually developed some major issues in my mouth. I paid for my neglect with horrible tooth pain. No amount of Advil would help. I once took shots directly from a bottle of rum to kill the pain. I woke up sick and spit blood into the bathroom sink. Not good. It was time to grow up a little and make a dental appointment. I nosed around on the computer to find dentists in my area. I came across Dr. Manning, who not only was near me, but took my insurance. He also practiced "sedation dentistry" which I'd never heard of. If you don't know it already, you can now go to a dentist and be drugged up for hours while they fix everything wrong with your death and you're not even aware of it. Sounded good to me. His picture was on the website. He was a handsome, mid-50's guy with a salt and pepper mustache. I called and made an appointment. The phone lady was very nice...and had that so soothing 'nurse voice'. I told her about my pain and she was very sympathetic, but said I'd need to come in for x-rays and consultation before any work could be done. Fine. I lived through a few more unbearable nights before the appointment. I was tense as hell and even the dental assistant noticed. She left the room for a few minutes and came back with a valium. "Dr. Manning is running late. Take this and relax a little while. I'd never had any tranquilizer before, but quickly understood why people got addicted to them. Damn.,I felt perfect and in love with the world. I dreamed for a bit. I think. A hand touched my shoulder....Dr. Manning. The lady assistant was there too. "You less nervous now? Poor kid. Linda, take his blood pressure." Then I was sorta awake as the cuff went on my arm. It had to be low now, but it wasn't....170/50. "Start him on the gas and I'll go adjust Carmen's braces." He put a hand on my chest and said "I can't do anything until you calm down. " It's impossible to 'try to relax', but as soon as I started breathing the air coming from that mask -- it felt like a piece of paper floating in the wind. There should be a better way to describe it, but that's all I could think of at the time. It had no odor that I could perceive. I could hear the dentist and his assistant talking and asking me to open wide and telling me to relax. They scraped and inspected, and I thought it was great. Fun. After they stopped the gas, I was out of my happy trance in seconds. "Well, Vince...we've got some work to do." I needed the other wisdom teeth removed, three fillings, a crown and a thorough cleaning. I was so embarrassed. "We can do almost all of it in two appointments, but you need to get the blood pressure normalized. I have a friend, an internist over at Saint Luke's who will get you in soon. Follow his instructions and then come back. I'm writing you a scrip for some strong pain pills. Don't take more than three in a 24 hour time period. We'll call you in a few weeks to see how things are going. Sheila at the front desk will be ready for you whenever you've awake enough to get up. "I just need half a minute." Dr. Manning sent his assistant to retrieve that internist's number from his office, leaving me and the doc alone. "You are way too tense. Bill can help with that too. Why are you so nervous?" "I just always feel like a tight coil inside." "Is that why you party?" "Huh?" "I could smell a little booze and pot in the air you breathed out. People always think they can brush or use mouthwash and we won't know. We always know." "You married, Dr. Manning?" I had no idea why I asked that. "I was once. Years ago. What about you?" "Nah. I am too independent to be in a union of any kind." "Yeah. That's pretty much where I'm at now. If you still feel loopy, I can give you a ride home. Sometimes the gas affects people that way." I should have taken him up on the offer, but I declined. "I'm okay now. Thanks, though." "Here..take a few of these until you get the scrip filled." He took my hand, opened it and dropped a few pink tablets into my palm. "Don't say anything. This is just between us." "Gotcha. So I call back here in a few weeks?" "Or we'll call you...or at least I will." Three weeks later, I was feeling okay. His friend had put me on some blood pressure pills and an anxiety med. Xanax became my new best friend. It was like the valium but more so. The pain pills really worked well. I checked my blood pressure every other day at Walgreen's. It was normal...almost nearly normal. I was in bed, enjoying the pills and thinking I'd call the dentist office tomorrow from work. As soon as I formed that thought, my phone rang. Oh fuck it...It was late and I was on a cloud. It stopped ringing but then started again thirty seconds later. "Hello?" "Did I wake you?" "What? Not really. Who is this?" "It's Mark. Mark Manning -- your dentist." "Oh Hi. I was going to call your office tomorrow. My blood pressure is way lower now." "Excellent! We can fix your teeth now. Schedule an appointment tomorrow morning. I assume you want to be konked out for the first round." "Oh yeah. Do I get extra gas or something?" "That...and we give you heavy-duty pills. Your insurance won't cover the gas or the meds, so it'll set you back several hundred bucks." "Mark?" "Yes?" His voice was deep and sultry. "What time is it?" "Not so late. I just wanted to check on you. I assumed you were doing well...checking your blood pressure at that pharmacy multiple times." What? How did he know? "Yeah. I don't feel as coiled now, but I sleep more than I ever did." "Good! Sleep is healing. It'll help you keep looking so young." I smiled in the darkness, and my dick shifted in my boxers. "I need to sleep now, Doc. I'll call the office in the morning." "You better...I'll keep checking. Good night, kid." Damn. He was one attentive dentist. Was his business doing bad and he needed to get more patients? No. I somehow knew what was going on. The Xanax was dragging me down into sleep. I remember in my early weed-smoking days, that I used to imagine that our reality as very layered. I'd lie in bed and go deeper through the levels. I was going way deep under the waking reality, thinking of this Dr. Manning. I called from work the next day and spoke to that pleasant front desk woman. "We've been expecting you call, Vince. Do you have a pen and paper near you? There are instructions to follow.Ready?" "Yeah." "OK. You first need to come get the sedation pills here at the office. They'll be here this afternoon. Can you come by before 6?" "I'll be there." "Good. Now, you can't drive here yourself for the appointment. Do you know someone who can bring you? We have a deal with a taxi service. Dr. Manning said he'd even drive you here himself." My friend and neighbor, Ernie was a retired man and never did anything but fuss around his garden. It was almost Winter now, so he stayed on the couch and watched "Law and Order". For hours. He was a buddy and always bringing me tomatoes and radishes. "I have somebody to drive me." "Okay. If I'm not there when you get the pills today. Just take them as directed. Do you have an Ipod or something like that? Some patients like to hear music." "Yes. I have one." "Wear loose clothing -- like sweats or something. You have to probably take two days off of work. Are you able to do that?" "Yes." I had so much vacation saved up because I never went anywhere. Or did anything. "Good enough. See you this afternoon...or Jemma will. My day is in flux because my daughter is sick." "Sorry. Hope she feels better soon." "Thanks. Have a good day." I had meetings all morning. My phone was blinking with multiple messages. You can guess who they were from. Dr. Manning himself. I knew his voice so well. "Glad you called. How's work?" beep "What time are you coming in today? I'll try to be there to say 'hi'" beep "Are you ever in your office?" beep It occurred to me that this guy was not very professional. Did I mind? Fuck no. I think he and I had something. But what? He was older and divorced and my dentist. I decided I'd go along for the ride. I picked up the little plastic package of 400 dollar pills. Mark wasn't there. The front desk lady told me he wanted to schedule me for Saturday morning. That was fine because Old Ernie got up at the crack of dawn to rake or fill his bird feeders every Saturday. The Friday evening before my appointment, Ernie called to tell me that his daughter had been in a car accident. She'd be okay, but would have to spend the next few days in the hospital. She was about 200 miles from us, and he needed to leave tonight to visit her. I ran through a list of names of people I could call to get up early on a Saturday and take me to the dentist. I hated annoying people. I'd call and schedule a taxi, but needed to find a number. Shit. People had tougher lives than me and coped somehow. I only had a short time to figure out a plan. As I started my usual period of panic, the phone rang. "Hello?" "Nervous? You need to take that yellow pill pretty soon so you can get some sleep. It's the smallest one." "Mark?" "Yeah. Sorry. I was worried about you. It will be totally fine and easy tomorrow. Take the pill now...while we're talking. You need to be rested." "Now?" "Yep. I went by your house after work today and saw your neighbor guy put suitcases in his car. Is all that all for you?" "No. His daughter was in a wreck and he had to travel. What's the name of the taxi service you office uses?" "Don't bother.U'll pick you up at 8:30. You need to take the biggest pill an hour ahead of time. So get up at 7:15 and take it. It's supposed to be cold. Wear sweats if you have them." "Thanks, Doc." "My pleasure. You took the night pill, right?" "Just now." "OK. Good. Get ready for bed...you'll be crashing soon. Are you on a cell? Can we talk while you're in bed?" "Sure. Can you hold while I get undressed and settled in?" I put the phone down and left my clothes on the floor. I went about my usual nighttime routine. I turned on the TV and muted it. I kept it on a jewelry shopping network as I fell asleep. Something about those glittering gemstones was hypnotic. I got under the covers. "Mark? You there?" "Yeah. Just listening to you. Your breathing is getting heavy -- which means you'll be sleeping soon. How do you feel?" "Wonderful. Like...just...wonderful." "That's my boy!" "How. Why? I mean..do you do this for all your patients?" "Not really, but you're a friend of mine...I make exceptions for good friends." "Oh. OK." We were friends all the sudden? GOOD friends? I guess it was true if he was saying it. "Kiddo? Are you sleeping?? What do you wear when you sleep?" "Huh? Just underwear. Why?" "Describe them a little. What color? What style?" "Yup." I felt like I was dreaming. "OK. I'll call you early to make sure you're up." "Absolutely." And then I slipped away. Dreams were waiting. I slept so well and only woke up when the phone rang. They'd call back when I got done exploring heaven. "WAKE UP!" "No! Stop! I ..." Dr. Manning was there in my bedroom, standing over me. How the fuck did he get in here?? "You need to wake up a little. We're running late, Vince. Damn! I should have factored in your pain pills and Xanax. This is my fault. Take this now and I'll give you the last one when we get there. Might as well take it with a beer. Coffee will only make you tense." It was weird to taste beer while I was still half-asleep, but whatever. He helped get me dressed -- which I'd have found really awkward if I would have been fully awake. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and put on a ball cap. "I'm ready." "Here's your coat...it's super cold this morning." His fancy sports car looked out of place in my crummy driveway. The air smelled like snow. "Nice car, Matt." The seat was so comfortable. He chuckled. "It's 'Mark', buddy. You want some music?" "Oh shit! I forgot my ipod." "I've got a portable CD player in the office. We really don't have time to go back now." "And my wallet. I forgot that too." "No problem. We'll send you a bill. Just don't worry anymore. You are the most person I've ever met. Now, do you want music or not?" "Yeah. Christmas music." I must have been feeling the effects because I normally hated holiday songs. This town had at least two radio stations that played only carols this time of year. Mark found one of them and festive tunes washed over us. His audio system was amazing. Maybe I nodded off a little. I just felt so, so perfect. "OK. We're not all that late. Lois is already here though." Who was talking? Oh. I woke up a little. I thought I'd forgotten my coat too, but I was wearing it. Mark helped me walk to the office building like I was feeble or something. My memory gets a little spotty from there. "So...what now?" I was in the warm waiting room, and no one else seemed to be around. "Take this. It'll be a short wait. I guess I should say "good bye" now because you won't remember much for the next five or six hours." "OK, Mom." He laughed and then left me alone. I could have dozed off right then, but I fought it. Why would I want to sleep through this perfect feeling? I made myself be aware for as I could. It's like when you reach that perfect buzz while drinking...remember what you can because you'll ultimately be sick. I was reclined in the dentist chair and Lois had the little CD player ready for me. "What kind of music do you like?" "Alternative." She stared blankly. I was unable to explain that any further. She was probably a Garth Brooks fan. A minute later she came back with an Oasis CD. "That's perfect," I said even though I'd always been lukewarm on that band. They had a few hits. So much for trying to remember everything...it was mostly a blank from then on. I remember that the music was better than any music I'd ever heard. And then...a huge blank. While I was out, three wisdom teeth were removed and a crown out in. I felt none of it. I do remember that I needed to pee really bad...and I had a stomach cramp. At some point. I was sitting on a toilet. As much as I needed to pee, I needed to poop more. My ass was sore. It was like a raw sunburn feeling. I guess all the meds were having a side effect. The process took forever. I might have been in there too long because the door opened. "You OK?" It was Mark. I pulled my shirt down a little to cover my stuff. "Yeah. Just slow." "OK. I'll be right outside if you need something." Then there was a bunch of blank space. It was sometime in the evening when I slowly came out of the haze. I was in bed. I never knew my mattress was this comfortable. I might have snoozed another hour before I returned to the world. I thought it was weird that my jaws and my mouth didn't hurt at all. My ass was still sore though. It took a confusing few seconds before I realized I was not in my own bedroom. It was a nice, spacious bedroom with fancy decor. Huh? I was suddenly sure of where I was...Dr. Manning's house. Probably. I didn't trust my brain too much right then. There were dried blood droplets in my underwear...and then I knew. I knew he'd fucked me at some point. I was no virgin. I'd been fucked by my first boyfriend/mentor. He'd been a safe sex fanatic and we used condoms always. After the first time, my ass felt a lot like it did now. The pieces were starting to come together, and I somehow didn't mind too much. Mark had taken advantage of my coma-like state and gotten his rocks off. With a condom? I doubted it. I decided to compose myself and get dressed. My folded sweats and shoes were all placed nicely in the bedroom. I was ready to see what other weird shit the day (or night) had in store. I took a breath and walked out the door. I could hear a TV and followed the sound. There was Mark, wearing only a pajama bottoms. His bare feet were propped up on top of a coffee table that probably cost as much as my car. His bare torso was covered with fur and he was smoking a joint. "Hey! Have a good nap?" "Yeah. Are we...why did you bring me here?" "I just wanted to make sure you had someone near to take care of you. How are you feeling?" "Not bad. Good, actually." I was holding my cards close to my vest. It would do me no good to start accusing him of rape. Not yet. "Well, the worst is over. Don't touch your gums. I'd offer you a hit, but you need to not suck anything for a day. The suction might open the wounds in your mouth. Wanna shotgun?" "What's that?" I knew what it was. My God, his body was so sexy. "Come sit. I'll take a hit and blow it directly into your mouth." So we did that a few times. His warm lips on mine felt so nice...and familiar somehow. He kept urging me to take more and more "shotguns". Eventually we were just kissing with no smoke involved. OK, this was happening. I was overwhelmed with a bunch of thoughts fighting each other. He pulled away and stood up. "You hungry? I made made some mashed potatoes with green onions and cream. It won't hurt your mouth to eat it." "Cool. Thanks, Mark." "I'd bring you a beer, but you can't have anything carbonated for another twelve hours. Want some wine?" "Sure. I'll have some if you do." He wasn't the only one with devious plans in his head. "Already started without you. It's almost 9 at night, Vince." "Wow." No way. I'd lost most of my Saturday. He brought me an overfull glass of red wine. "Do you remember anything that happened?" I chose my words. "I think I sort of remember Lois taking me to the bathroom." "Nope. That was me. I sent Lois home as soon as you were prepped. It was just us for three hours. I only open the office on weekends for long procedures...like yours." He put down a plate of the promised mashed potatoes. It was not bad, but my stomach fought it. I could not eat any more without gagging, so I just sipped the wine. It was probably really expensive, but I had no knowledge of wines. It was just fruity booze to me. There was a college football game on his super TV. I gave no shits about NCAA football because my college team was always awful. "Can we watch something else, Mark?" I wondered if he'd put on some gay porn. But no. He found the old version of "Little Women" on a classic movie channel. It was the black and white one with that famous actress as a younger gal. Hepburn? "They always show this around the holidays. Like this?" "Yeah. I loved the novel as a kid. I got fun of for walking around with a 'girl's book'. Can we do some more shotgunning?" "I was just about to ask you that!" He brought out a very nice bong and fired it up. "We need to go slow, Babe. This medical grade." He took a major hit and exhaled directly into my mouth. His lips...my God...I wanted to kiss him forever. "Okay. Let that sink in for a bit and watch the story." Oh fuck the March sisters -- just keep kissing me, Dr. Rapist! I nodded and finished the wine that he kept refilling. I was so wasted suddenly. We dropped all pretext and just started kissing like lovers. I let my hand rest on his crotch which was growing. I could have just laid my cards on the table...I could have just confessed that I knew what he'd done to me today. He was an enthusiastic kisser and I was rock hard in my sweats. "One more hour and then you need to rest...you've had a big day." "I don't feel sleepy at all. Well, a little bit maybe." "Yeah, but your mouth will start hurting soon. It'll wake you up in the middle of the night. Let me give you a few pills to prevent that." He got up with an obvious boner and left the room. Damn. It's like he wanted me drugged all the time. No discussion about the kissing or my hand on his dick. I'd play along...it was Saturday night after all. I think it was. I took the tablets he handed me. I couldn't help but notice how clean and well-groomed his fingers were. One of the Little Women was sick and dying. I used to know all their names. "Were those sleeping pills or pain pills?" "Both." Damn. He was going to continue this ruse with a guy who was smart enough to figure things out. Or maybe he knew that I knew. That would another level to this game we seemed to be playing. We shotgunned and drank more as I got drowsier and more into that next world he wanted me in. Right about the time I was going to ask Mark a question, I slipped away. Blackness and mist. The only thing I remember is being in that excellent bed again. I also kind of remember being naked and feeling my neck kissed, but that might have been a dream. The morning crept around his thick, luxurious drapes...and I was alone again. My butt ached again, but not as bad. It was also a little damp. He'd done it again! If only he knew how much I'd have been willing to fuck with no impairment. "Breakfast!," He called from behind the door. "Take a quick shower. I washed your sweats and left you a clean towel." I cleansed and fixed my hair up a little. He left me the washed sweats but no underwear or socks. I was a little hungover. OK...I was his plaything, but he didn't seem to realize that I was willing. No drugs needed. I would have to say something...soon. I had to work tomorrow and, while this had been adventure, it was a little tiresome to appear stupid. I guess my shoes were still by the couch, so I just went into the kitchen barefoot. He was fussing around with the stove. "Good morning." "Hello! How's the mouth?" "No pain. You're good at your job, Mark." Boy was he ever. "Aw. Thanks. Always nice to hear that. I made French toast. It's probably not going to hurt your gums now." We sat at his kitchen table and ate. My mom never made French toast, and so this was new to me. Sweeter food than I liked in the mornings, but....but Mark made it for me. I was becoming infatuated with him and his devious ways. "I'm not wearing underwear... feels odd." "I'm not either. All that is in the drier. I have a housekeeper who comes in three times a week. She's coming tomorrow morning. I'll let Rosa clean all this up." "I can't believe the whole weekend is over. They close down my office building from Christmas Eve until after New Year's. That's coming up and I can't wait." He smiled and started lighting the bong again. Dang. For a doctor, he smoked a lot of weed. "What do you do for Christmas, Vince?" "Usually go visit my parents, but I don't know if I can handle it this year. They are decent people, but so religious and nagging. My dad and I tend to argue." "Same here. Did I tell you I was raised a Mormon?" "No way." He'd lost his place in Mormon heaven a long time ago. "Yeah. I just hang out with friends on Christmas...good friends like you." Whoa. It was time to say something. Apparently this man equated drugged rape with friendship. "Mark...I need to tell you something." He leaned over and exhaled a giant weed cloud into my mouth. I kepi my mouth where it was and we passionately kissed for a full minute. "What?" "Nothing...I ...I just think I'm falling for you." I'd chickened out. "About time. I was waiting to hear that. I should tell you a few things first." Here it comes. "I've loved you from the minute you walked into my office...and I got carried away. I followed you and googled you. I know so much." "Is that it? What about admitting you raped me twice while I was drugged?" Silence hung thick in the air. He shifted and looked at the ceiling. "Three times. I fucked you three times in the past 24 hours. Are you mad?" "Let's just say I figured it out. But, why? I would have said 'yes' with no drugs involved." "It's my thing. I love fucking passed-out men. Maybe it's a self-esteem thing, but I am too awkward when the other guy is fully awake." "But you are gorgeous. You don't need to drug people. I really want to have sex with you and remember it...see things, feel things." "I know. I want to do that too...but it might take some time, okay?" My boner was completely gone. His fetish was helpless, unconscious guys. That was not a good thing any way you looked at it. "Did you at least put a condom on?" Silence. "No. That's my other thing...I like to go in bare, make my seed count. I most likely don't have anything if that's what you're worried about." "OK. I should probably go home now. I don't even know if I'm mad or not, and I need some time alone right now." He nodded and went to retrieve the rest of my clothes from the dryer. I just held the socks and underwear and stood by the front door. "Let me get some shoes and a coat. I'll be right back. The garage door is at the far left end of the kitchen." I went there and kept my expression neutral. I wanted to keep guessing what I was thinking. I could report Mark and get him arrested, but that wasn't anything I wanted to do. I could just get another dentist, but I liked him still. Still. Even after everything. Didn't we all have a weird desire or two? He was so handsome and so smart...friendly. I'd figure it out somehow. I've learned over time that the brain is more trustworthy than the heart. He drove me home. I was amazed at how such a nice neighborhood could be so close to my plain one. He had the Christmas music station on again, and it was playing probably my favorite song with my favorite verse: "...from now on, your troubles will be out of sight." "I know this probably isn't a good time, but you still need to get a few fillings. If we do it now, you can avoid getting more crowns. Just saying. If you want to go to a different dentist, I can refer you to somebody. A woman if you want." "No. It's okay. Later this week, maybe." "This week would be best. Will you call me?" "I will." We got to my place and barely said good-bye. I just needed to be in a safe place with the door locked and the blinds drawn. Ernie was still gone. The inside of my house seemed foreign, and I wished I had a dog. Or a cat. I never realized how lonely my life was. Oh well. I needed a good friend to call, but it was a weird afternoon hour on a Sunday. Everybody would be deep into football and drinking and chicken wings and talking. No thanks. I just took an extra long shower and dressed like I was ready for bed. I turned on the TV, but was careful to avoid seeing that creepy "60 Minutes" clock ticking away. I found "Scrooged" on a lame channel and watched that. It was such a mean-spirited movie, but the ending was supremely uplifting. Time for a pill. Dr. Manning had given me so many extra tranquilizers that I could afford to splurge a little now. I settled on the couch and imagined I had a big, furry cat on my lap. Of course I dozed and barely remember watching the movie. What WAS that actress's name? I used to know it. It was almost 10 PM when the phone rang. I knew who it would be. "Hello?" "Hi, Vince. How are you?" "I was just relaxing for a bit. Let me grab a diet coke...hold on. OK. What's up, Mark?" "I made some calls...I don't want to tell you too much now, but it would be good if we could do your fillings on Wednesday. And then take the rest of the day off. Maybe Thursday too. No...definitely. Can you take two days off?" "Oh sure. I've got a crazy amount of vacation time saved up." "Perfect. I've got you scheduled for 10 AM on the 14th. You don't need any pills for this. I'll give you a valium when you arrive, and have the gas and Oasis ready!" I was smiling. "Sounds great." "I won't keep you, but what's in your head right now?" "Not much right now. I do know that I want to see you again. Just please understand that I want to be with you when I'm awake." "I know. I understand. We will as soon as your appointment is over. OK?" "Great." "Get some sleep...and don't forget to tell your boss you are taking two days off. I'll remind you." I slept so soundly that night -- even though it felt like I had already slept forever. I was pretty much useless at work the next day. Between my brain fog and conflicting thoughts about this new man I loved, it was all I could do to remember to eat lunch. Tuesday was only slightly better. The night before the appointment, I took a pill and dozed off on the couch while some old movie with fake snow played. The phone rang a few times, but I knew it was Mark. Him. My man. Was it love? Maybe. I came to the dental office early. It was nice to see the waiting room full of people. I picked up a random magazine and perused it like I was interested in the material. They needed a TV here. Lois came out... "Vince? You're next. Follow me, please." I could swear she had a slight smirk on her face.I settled into that great chair and waited while she came back with a pill and the CD player. "Take this now...the doctor will be in soon." She fussed around with the tank of happy gas and then left. Lois must know what's what. Whatever...I'd just enjoy the pill and close my eyes. None of that was my problem anymore. Half dreams in shades of blue and gray. Then the mask was over my nose and the headphones were on my ears. "Ready? Just breathe for a few minutes. Oasis is waiting for you." Mark. And Lois, of course. She was right there. One of them hit the play button and cranked the volume way up. I happily opened my mouth and was ready for this. I knew he was shooting some of that numbing stuff into my gums, but it felt fine. No complaints. There was a line in one of the songs playing I'd heard before: "Slip inside the eye of your mind, Don't you know that you might find a better place to play" Nice. I'd meditate on that wisdom for a little while. I'd probably retire in twenty years or so. I would just plan on listening to music while breathing in this gas. Maybe I'd even get a dentist's chair. And live somewhere it never got cold....and have a cat. A big tabby tom. I would be fine. I stayed in that blissful place until the mask was taken off of me and the music was rudely removed from my ears. It was over. Damn. Who the hell even knew what time it was? "OK, buddy. Wake up a little and we're good to go. Lois, go get him a bottle of water, please." He stood right next to me as I opened my eyes. "Look real quick." He pulled his cock out the dress slacks he was wearing and flashed me a quick few seconds. He'd adjusted himself by the time she came back with my water. Cool. I was okay with everything. "Vince? Can you get up? We're done." "It's fine. I can just drive on top of traffic going home. Nobody else will think of it." "Uh oh. Looks like I need to drive you home. Luckily, I'm off the rest of the day.And tomorrow. I'm leaving town. Lois, I'll be in on Friday. Make sure you give Jemma that folder." We were walking out to the parking lot. "You're leaving town?" "Only metaphorically. I'm going to take you to a party now." Oh god. I was afraid he was going to take me to some bar where everybody would be drinking and talking. I didn't want that. There was his beautiful car that he helped me inside of. As I settled into the luxurious seat, it occurred to me that I had been given something stronger than just a valium. We were driving. The trees were bare. "Mark? That wasn't a regular valium you gave me, was it??" "No. But you were awake the whole time. I'm taking steps, Vince. I'm trying." "Lois knows about you?" "Shit. You are too smart, kid. She's the sister of Bill -- your doctor. He's partying with us tonight. You like him, right?" "Yeah. He seems too straight-laced to party. He's like a doctor from a Norman Rockwell painting." Mark chuckled. "This will be fun. We're both going to get what we want." We pulled into his garage and I was strangely more awake than I had been in the last ten minutes. My god - everything was so clean and organized. His life was so neat and tidy. I could hear loud music already. I was almost sure it was New Order. I had that CD. I figured it would be a bunch of people, but no. It was just Bill in his boxer shorts. He was so pale and skinny and hairless. "Hey! How's our patient?" "A little sleepy -- I'm gonna get him some coffee." "No. I'll take a beer though. Hi Doc. My blood pressure is normal now." I looked him over. He was around Mark's age and usually wore glasses. He had red hair which I'd never found attractive until just now. "Good. But you never call. Check the appointment card I gave you last time -- I wrote my home number on the back." Huh? I never even checked the back. I just wrote the date down on my calendar and threw the card away. "Sorry. I didn't know that. You have my number, though." "Definitely." Mark came back with a bottle of beer that was probably expensive. Everything about him was top shelf. "Damn, Bill. You made yourself right at home, didn't you? We're going to ease Vince into this." Ease me into what? That's when I saw the syringe on the coffee table. Fucking hell. "What's in that needle?" They were both silent. "I thought you said he'd be ready to party, Mark." "It's okay, kid. You have two doctors here. Nothing bad will happen." Dr. Bill shook his head slightly. "That wasn't what I asked." I wasn't about to shoot up drugs... "It's like a fun version of vitamin B-12." Bill had an obvious hard-on under his boxers. He was playful and devious. "Take your clothes off." I looked to Mark with questions in my eyes. "I won't let anything bad happen to you, Vince. You believe me don't you?" I mostly did. I just stripped down to my underwear and waited. "Let me change the music to something a little more mellow." Bill went and adjusted the stereo. "He is like my brother and I love him, but he's a little flaky. I'll protect you." I finished the beer and relaxed on the couch. Carol King was singing about clouds in her coffee. What the hell did that mean? "Get him one more beer...I don't want him all nervous for this." "Want another one, Vince? I picked up some diet coke if you'd rather have that...I can mix some Wild Turkey in it." "Sure. Yeah." Bill was sitting next to me, really close. It's funny the weird twists and turns your life can take if you don't pay attention. My doctor and I talked about the music. He loved the 70's tunes which I did not. To me, it was rewarmed 60's until disco showed up. "Turn it down a little, ass. This is not the club." Mark gave me the coke mixed with a generous amount of whatever kind of liquor Wild Turkey was. It killed the carbonation, but I wasn't about to complain. He changed the CD and Madonna started her beautiful, slutty singing. OK. Much better. "Don't be a mom, Mark. He's an adult. Let's start this party! Who's first?" Bill was radiating a hunger. "You. You're eager and I need you to shut up a little." Mark put his hairy arm around me. I don't remember him getting stripped down to his jockey shorts. "Bitch." Bill thumped his inner arm and plunged the syringe into a vein. "See? It's easy. Doesn't even hurt." He was done. I watched his face. He looked happy and relaxed. He didn't pass out or go crazy. "Vince is next. Doctor's orders." OK. He fussed around in his duffel bag and rejoined the 'party'. It felt like Mark was holding me even closer. "It's seriously going to be fine. You'll feel much better soon." Bill sat next to me gently pulled my right arm straight out in front of me. "I am so good at finding veins. Back in college, I could practically find them with my eyes closed." And then the needle pierced my skin with almost no pain. I felt more pressure as he plunged the drug into me. I didn't even ask if it was a new needle or the same one Bill had used. I also never asked what exactly I was taking. Too late now. "How soon do I feel it?" "By the time Mark is dosed, you'll be doing real fine." "But what IS it?" "My own private mix. A little of this, a little of that. Nothing too heavy-duty." I must have missed seeing Mark shoot up because he passed and empty syringe to Bill. So we were all on drugs now. I waited. It wasn't long before I started to cough. It didn't last long, but my heart was racing. Speed? It might have been, but was like a record played at a lower speed. Bill and Mark were both fully naked now and stroking their boners. I was naked too. "Who took off my underwear?" "You did," they answered in unison. I also had an erection. Mark's cock was longer, but Bill's was fatter...the both looked beautiful and I wanted to suck them both at once. And then a dick was in my lips. The grunting voice was Bill's. "Shit! You trained him good, Mark. He's a pro. I'm gonna cum! I should have fucked you first, Vince...but...but I AHH!" A thick lotion-like fluid flooded my mouth and dripped down my throat. None of this was enough...I wanted him to shoot again. "Wow! I've been needing a blow-job like that for months." Mark impatiently prodded his naked meat into the back of my neck. I turned around and gratefully took his shaft all the way. I might have gagged a little, but there was no way I'd let that stop me. I let my fingers wander up and down his furry ass as it thrust. I was born to do this very thing. "Stop. I need to pee really bad. We can continue in a little bit. You probably need something to drink. Want another special coke? I'll get it." I never got a chance to tell him I'd drink his pee too. I really would have. He walked away, with his hard dick bobbing up and down like a toy. The music was something different now. I didn't recognize it, but like it. Mark came back with my "special" coke, and then padded away to use the bathroom. It occurred to me that he might have mixed something else besides booze in it. No worries. "Hey. Take this -- it'll help prolong the fun." He handed me a tiny white pill and I swallowed it with no hesitation. And then he kissed me quickly. "If it doesn't work out with the dentist, you can give me a shot." I wanted to give the whole world a shot right then. I wanted cocks and cum and everything. I wanted the fun to continue, but tried to keep cool. I'd never been so horny in my life. "You leveling off a little, Vince?" He stretched out and I took careful note of how long and lean his legs were. And hairy! Whatever I was on, I followed my instincts with no question. I was sucking on Mark's fat toes before I knew it. He curled and uncurled them while they were in my mouth. "Wow. That feels nice." "You lucky bastard. He's into feet. I haven't had mine touched since I dated Dennis. You got yourself a keeper, buddy." I took the hint and worked on Bill's feet next. I never imagined I'd be doing such things, but I'd lost control. They both had straining hard-ons at that point. "Let's fuck him. He's super horny." Mark took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. "Are you ready? Can you think now? Bill, you didn't give him anything else, did you? His pupils are super big." "No. I swear." (lie) The next thing I remember was lying in Mark's great bed with nakedness all around me. Arms, legs, hands. My legs were straight up in the air and a pillow was under my ass. Bill's not-quite handsome face was directly over mine. "So I hear your ass is pretty tight. Don't relax too much...I want to drill you so deeply. Like the idea?" I liked anything and everything right then. I wondered if Mark was watching this and having second thoughts about me. I guess I was cheating on him already. I worried up until the point the doctor's dick went directly inside of me. There was an explosion of pain and surreal pleasure. I might have made a noise...no idea. I imagined his dick as a red-hot iron pole poking my guts and destroying everything it touched. He was relentless with the pounding. "Yeah. You are exactly as promised, Vince. Almost time for your reward...it's ...oh shit...TAKE IT!" He came and I could feel the heartbeat in his penis. The deed was done. 'Dammit, Bill. You gave him something. His breathing is way too slow. Vince?" "Just a little party favor. Nothing too strong." "Get out! I'm going to refer him to another doctor...you can't be trusted. Take your shit and leave." There was movement and cussing and arguing. I was alone in bed and thinking this was all my fault. It was fun, and I messed it up. Mark came in and turned on a bright light."Look at me." I thought he was going to yell at me now. "Just give me a minute...I need to sleep now." "OK. Good idea. I'm going to watch you for awhile. Turn on your right side and breathe...deep as you can." So I did. At some point, the room got darker. I was keenly aware that I was being watched, but the dreams came on anyway. Boring dreams of nothing special. The next thing I knew, it was morning. I was all by myself in the big bed. I scanned the shameful memories and cringed. The clothes I was wearing the previous day were right there for me to slip into. I felt so guilty of so many things. I went to the bathroom. I needed to face the Mark Music now. He was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. "Good morning, cutie!" He was in a bathrobe and didn't seem mad at all. "I'm so sorry. I think we overdid it just a little. Or a lot." "No. I'm sorry you had to see me with Bill. I wanted to be with you instead...I just..." "Shhh. Don't think about him. He's on my shit list. Let's eat and then we can do whatever you want. No drugs." We ate and and then stepped outside briefly because I wanted fresh oxygen. I was mostly myself as we had sex in his bed. He was tender but passionate. It didn't take him long to cum the first time. Or the second time. We made love most of the day. He'd given me what I'd wanted. At last.

2 Last night First, a regular came over, started out on the couch, making out, then to the bedroom. He fucked me so good in several different positions, has such a nice cock, but, ultimately wasn't cumming but was rock hard, so, ass to mouth, tasted so good, and sucked him till he was begging to feed me his cum! Swallowed a very nice sweet load from him! Well after he left, I was still so so horny and wanted to get fucked again, when a somewhat regular married guy texts me, asking if I am horny. Nice guy, nice cock, but almost always demands condoms, so I usually avoid him. Well, figured wth, and he is over in about 20 min. Start out on my knees sucking his cock, already hard. I was trying to get him to cum in my mouth as I preferred that to being fucked with a condom which he set on the end table. Eventually he sat on the couch and I carried on sucking his cock, bring him so close, when he lifts me up and says he wants to fuck me. Slips the condom on quickly, (damn), and I sit in his lap with his cock sliding right in, and I bounced up and down on his lap, my cock slapping off his belly. It did feel good, condom or not and I knew he was close, when he mumbled something which I thought was he was ready to cum and I just nodded, and said yes. Well, to my pleasure, he lifts me up, pulls out, rips the condom off, and pushes his bare cock right back in! Wow! Yes! Now he was fucking me like crazy, ramming that cock up in me! Soon enough he started grunting, swearing, and cumming deep in my ass! Fuck yes! Stayed deep until all of his cum was sure to be drained, then slipped off, got down to slowly suck his cock clean! Could taste the cum coating his cock, so good! Well, that was a nice surprise Definitely will have to have him back sooner next time!

Have you ever had a glory hole wall experience at a sex club? Either as the cocksucker or cocksuckee? While I have sucked a cock through a glory hole before, it was not until recently that I experienced a glory hole wall. This sex club had a pretty cool set up. For those who wanted to suck cock, you walked down these steps and there was a row of 12 glory holes. The set up allowed both the person getting sucked and the cocksucker to both be standing up. It was kind of funny because at one point there was about 15 cocksuckers mingling in the lower lever and only 12 glory holes. When a cock would slide through a hole, there some times was a bit of pushing and shoving going on to see who got the cock. I thought it was kind of hot when there were several guys standing at the glory holes getting sucked and they would be talking to each other. Sometimes just guys talking about football or their weekend while a mouth was sliding up and down each of their cocks. When a hole became free, I moved in front of it and looked through. I prefer to see the guy I am sucking. This really hot young white guy came into the room to be sucked. At the time, there were four glory holes vacant with four willing cocksuckers. It was kind of funny because I keep thinking, pick my hole, pick my hole. Not knowing who was behind any of the glory holes, he just walked up to mine, pulled out his cock and slide it into my waiting mouth. The cock was huge and already stiff. I felt like I had won a prize at a carnival. I sucked him for quite a while and he started pushing that cock deep down my throat. His cock eventually swelled up and he shot a huge pulsing load into my mouth and down my throat. He then backed up, put his cock away and walked off. Both of us very satisfied. So what was your experience like as either the cocksucker or cocksuckee at a glory hole wall?

I find the best ones are like the one marktulley2000 described. Cocksuckers at ground level and cocks on a ramp that elevates them. This way everyone can stand. Last one I frequented was at Steamworks. I started sucking off a hot daddy type with a big cock, and then his friend got excited and wanted to join in. They took turns using my throat and at some point the friend went away...maybe feeling left out I thought. I went back to work sucking the daddy and next thing I knew there was a dick between my cheeks. Turns out the friend had come down to my level to fuck me while the daddy watched. He kept pumping in and out while holding my head down on that fat daddy dick till they both came. And I'd thought glory holes were boring...

Remember, this story is fictional. The expected text message arrived. “Embassy Suites, room 505 in 30 minutes.” It was time for me to get pozzed. I had met the breeder on BZ. He was a traveling business man and I knew he eventually would be back in my city. We had chatted for weeks about how my no-kidding pozzing would go down. He had told me three days ago to be ready this afternoon. He would text as soon as he was in his hotel and ready. I had been waiting for the text. I was squeaky clean inside in preparation for the breeding that was to come. His VL was 500,000 and for some reason he had taken a special interest in converting my negative bottom. We had discussed and agreed on the way everything was going to happen. It was going to be a business-like breeding. As I drove to the hotel, I reflected on all of his instructions to ensure I followed through on everything. I had remembered my toothbrush and it was dry with stiff bristles. He was going to tear up my bottom really good to ensure my hole was ready to receive his gift. “Wet bristles are not as stiff” he had told me. I texted, “I’m here, coming up.” as I entered the lobby. I realized there was no backing out. I was a little nervous realizing that the next time I was in this lobby that I would be almost definitely poz and the years long chase would be over. I smiled at that prospect as I was anxious to transform from a chaser to a gifter. I was dripping pre-cum as I entered the elevator. I wondered, “Am I crazy, what am I doing walking on my own to willingly take something into my body that will, in time, kill me?” But I was true chaser and that was exactly what I wanted. I got off at the 5th floor and quickly found the door, which was ajar as I had been told that it would be. My instructions were to enter the room, lock the door and strip naked leaving everything, except the toothbrush, by the door. For that reason I was commando, just shorts, a shirt and sandals. I wanted no delay getting out of my clothes. I knew that he would be watching from the darkened bathroom. I took a deep breath and entered. It was a two room suite with the bathroom in the middle. The room was dark with only a small nightlight on so that I could navigate. As soon as I was naked, I picked up the toothbrush and walked past the bath where I could almost make out his form and straight to the bed as I had been instructed. I placed the toothbrush next to me and got ass up, head down on the bed. He finally spoke, “Well done. I can tell that you are ready,” he was naked and erect as he walked out of the bath and picked the toothbrush up from the bed. He surprised me be planting his tongue between my ass lips and rimming me deeply for a few minutes. It felt great and relaxed me. A good rimming always makes me horny. He was also checking for signs of lube. His instructions had been clear—no lube. His entry into my hole was going be hard and violent; no lube was allowed. After a while, he stopped rimming and I felt the stiff toothbrush pass through into my hole. He was turning and brushing firmly but not roughly. I had been brushed before on many occasions, but this was the most thorough. He worked over my prostrate with the brush and I started to enjoy the experience, dripping copious pre-cum onto the pre-positioned towel. He pulled the brush out and flipped on a light so he could examine it—it wasn’t bloody enough so he stuck it back in and worked my innards over harder. After a few more minutes he pulled it out and was happy with the result. He announced, “You are ready to receive my seed.” Setting the toothbrush aside, he stood behind me and reached around grabbing my nipples and giving them a vicious twist. I loved it and almost blew my pent-up neg load right there. “I am going to fill you with my toxic AIDS cum,” he said. “There is no escaping it once the head of my cock passes into your hole you are committed and will take my high VL load deep inside of you and you will become HIV positive and likely develop AIDS in a couple of years.” After he said that he spit on my hole and began rubbing his cock into me slowly. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Do your worst,” I responded. “I intend to. My cock is the instrument of your death. I am going to free you from your current existence and fill you with disease and death,” he responded. I felt the tip of his well proportioned, about 8 inches cut, cock take up an offensive position on my hole. I knew it was going to happen soon. “Last chance to change your mind. You know what is coming next,” he whispered almost hoping that I wouldn’t hear it. I remained silent. He was still for about 30 seconds until I said, “OK.” With that, he reached around me and drove his steel-hard toxic dick into me not stopping until he was balls deep. I screamed in agony as I felt both sphincters being torn apart by the thrust. I could tell that I was bleeding as he pulled back and slowly began to abuse my insides with his cock. I began adjusting to the cock of death that was inside of me and his hardness soon began to make my prostate sing in ecstasy. The fucking continued and every so often a vicious thrust would be included to continue to wreck my hole and ensure the it was properly prepared to receive his seed. My own cock was getting hard and soon I exploded in what was likely to be my last neg load onto the towel below me. Looking down I could see spots of blood from my bottom staining the hotel-white towel beneath me. He reached around and grabbed my nipples twisting them until I felt as if he would tear them off. He stopped and withdrew his cock from my abused bottom. “Turn over on your back, I want to look into your eyes when I poz your ass,” he barked at me. I did as I was told and spread my legs. He twisted my nipples again and I looked at his blood covered cock as he drove it mercilessly again deep into me. I cried out again in pain and he smiled. Looking into his face I could tell he was enjoying this a lot more than I was. But, strangely, the pain from each slam of his cock into me reminded me that that I was getting what I wanted. Having made me cum so quickly meant that the rest of the breeding would be more painful and less sexual for me—another cruel trick. I felt his cock grow larger, and I knew from experience that he was getting close. His thrusts became more regular and intense and his breathing changed. The larger cock tore open more of my innards—it hurt a lot again. And then he smiled—looked me straight into the eyes and drove his cock balls deep. I felt the first pulse of cum being delivered as he said, “You faggot, I am pozzing your neg ass and you are going pay for this with your life. I hope it is everything that you wanted.” He drove his cock deeper than I thought possible to ensure every drop of AIDS-laced cum was delivered deep into my bottom. After he was done delivering the load, he resumed fucking me to “work it into my ass.” I was in agony by this point and he smiled evilly. He fucked me for about another 10 minutes that seemed like an eternity and then pulled out. “Clean my cock,” he demanded. I was almost revolted as I saw the blood and cum streaked now softening cock presented to me. I could taste my blood as I sucked his cock clean. I figured I was a bloody mess as well. Once he was satisfied with my work he told me to go rinse the blood off my bottom in the shower. He had delivered his poison-filled load so deeply into me that there was no chance of any leaking out. While I rinsed he finished wiping off his cock with a wash cloth. The next part of the breeding was about to begin. I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He was still naked, but had a needle ready. We were going to blood slam to ensure that the breeding was successful. We went back to the bed and he stuck the needle into a vein at the base of his cock and withdrew a couple cc’s of blood. He put a tourniquet around my arm to make a vein pop and I nodded which gave him all of the permission he needed to stick the needle into me, withdraw a few cc’s of my blood to mix and then inject the contents of the syringe into me. We were done. I was fucked and slammed. He made it clear that I was to leave and I dressed quickly and departed. Riding down on the elevator I realized that everything took about 30 minutes. I was hurt, sore, bloodied and incredibly happy all at the same time. I realized, as I opened the door to my car, that in 30 minutes I had gone from neg to poz.

first one is my favorite... HIV !

More a question of how many times you can pass it on without being labelled a slut!!!!!

I did it right, first one was HIV

makes me wanna go to the dentist hehe

God ain't that the truth! I'd ENJOY being either!!!

Very hot!!! Id love to be the patient.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Whored one of my twink bottoms out last spring and had a young 20-something come add a load to him. His profile said he was vers and I remember watching him breed the cumdump thinking that I wanted to add my nut to that boy someday. I saw him on BBRT and Grindr after the whore session and hit him up. He said he appreciated the compliments but he usually wasn't into older guys like me. I was bummed, but understood. So last night I was on Grindr and saw his profile had changed.... now he had a down arrow next to a pig face. His profile said something about "looking for loads." Ah - the boy had turned into a cumdump. I was excited and hit him up. He replied too late in the night for me to take action. But tonight he hit me up again! This time I was ready to breed him. He already had one load in him and had another enroute. I was going to be the "middle load." I found him blindfolded and ass up. His ass was just as beautiful as I remembered. I ate his hole then slid in and gave him my load within 5 minutes. He was appreciative and the sent me a pic of the cock that followed mine. Yeah, he's going to bed a happy pig.... that next cock was HUGE. Hope to breed him many times in the future!

About 3 weeks ago or so I hooked up with 2 guys who were having a party. I was the bottom and after a good hard pounding I got a nice load of cum in my ass.

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.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Ever have one of those nights where you just aren't sure how many loads you took? That was me last night. I only slid into one ass at Slammer but he didn't make me cum. I did take 4 cocks throughout the night, two of which I believe nutted in my ass, but I'm not certain. One did for sure (I have the evidence) and up to all 4 did, but I'm guessing it's more likely 1 or 2 that came in me. Anyways, better one nut than none, right?

Predators and prey Michael was a good boy. He was a good pupil and always listened to his parents. He helped old people in crossing the street and was involved in his church. And Michael believed in God. Still there was a dark secret hidden in this otherwise always friendly guy. Michael fantasized of being sexually dominated by men. His parents didn’t know he was gay. To the extent either of them thought about it, both his mother and father assumed he was shy with girls, but that eventually he would grow out of it. Neither ever considered Michael might be a dick-taking faggot. Now, at the age of 18, having received his driving license, Mike felt an overwhelming urge to get fucked. The urge grew from day to day. In his mind he was ripped open by one, two, three, sometimes even four guys. He wanted to serve them with his body. He instinctively knew his role was to be on the receiving end. Living in a small village, where everyone knew each other it was impossible for Mike to stare at the other boys. He was always keeping his little secret to himself and never gave anyone the opportunity to think otherwise of him. He was the cute Christian neighbor boy, who was saving himself for the right girl. “Mom?” “What is it” his mother yelled from the kitchen. “Can I borrow the car, please?” he asked politely. His mother came into the hall. It was almost 10:00 o’clock in the evening. "Why do you need the car at this hour," she asked. "I forgot a school book at a buddy's house and I need it for an upcoming exam," Michael explained. His mother trusted Michael in all of his action and although she was worried about him, driving in the dark he convinced her, that he needed the book urgently and would be back soon. Michael’s father died two year ago from cancer. Since then he was ‘the man’ in the house. His mother smiled to him and asked him to drive slowly and to be home soon. Michael took the keys from the table and told his mother he would return soon and that he might chat with his friend a bit. Michael never mentioned a name and his mother didn't think to ask which of Michael's friends. In any event off Michael went in his mother's car. Of course his destination was not a buddy's house, but rather a cruising lot where gays met to fuck each other. He read about the place on the internet. His destination was a parking lot which adjoined a nearby forest. As he drove into the parking lot, Michael thought "Now is the time to get some action." In the forum he read about the cruising area. It was well visited and people wrote about their sex encounters which made Mike always horny. He read about the option of being fucked bareback. Mike knew about condoms, but sex was never a subject at home. He knew condoms prevent a girl of becoming pregnant, but he was not a girl. Believe it or not, but Michael was unaware of the dangers of STD’s or HIV. This was just not part of his world and although he needed cock, he was also full of doubts, if the path he walked would lead him straight to hell. He had to drive quite some miles and in the back of his mind was hoping his mom didn’t check the mileage after all. Finally he arrived at his destination. It was almost 11:00 pm. There were several other cars parked in a big parking lot. Although the parking lot was officially a rest area, none of the cars were occupied with passengers. Mike was hard. He was wearing a tight blue jeans and a blue shirt with an imprint of his school, St. Barnabas. His heart was beating so fast. He thought it would burst inside of his chest. His jeans almost did anyway, showing a nice bulge, although Mike had not the biggest gun for sure. He opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He couldn’t see anyone although the moon was shining bright. Slowly he started walking towards the forest. He felt his ass tingle in excitement. Tonight he wanted to take cocks into his arse. He wouldn’t mind if some guys would use him and although he had dreams about the only one, he knew this was impossible for him. His was expected to get married one day and have a bunch of children. But he also had this needs and for tonight he would let guys be in charge of him and his young body. Michael entered the forest and suddenly saw a first couple engaged in sexual activities. He was so horny. This was the first time, he saw two guys actually doing something. One male was on his knees and was sucking a daddy type. The bearded hunk was around 40 and observed Michael instantly. Michael was actually looking shyly at the big cock of this dark haired top but was too afraid to stand still and start jerking or so. So he continued his way deeper into the darkness while the guy who had just focused on Mike pushed the sucker away and told him to fuck off. He had set his mind on this young twink, who was obviously the first time at such a place. Maybe he was a virgin. He closed his jeans and followed Michael. Other guys had also noticed the fresh meat and like predators they surrounded Michael eye-fucking the youngster. Michael was so excited. He had the feeling he wasn’t almost able to breathe. He passed some guys on his way through the woods. Deep voices reached out to him, enticing him with open invitations, such as “Hey there young one, need some hard dick?” And “What’s up, puppy? Looking for a daddy?” and again, “Hey boy, let me fuck your tight hole.” The sweet invitations to partake of debauchery of which Michael had only passing knowledge. He was too shy to reply, but he smiled cutely at all of them and was always looking at their big bulges and that was quite inviting for all of them. Another hunk actually stopped Michael by holding him by his shoulder and asked "Are you looking for some dick? We are all here to give it good to you. All you've gotta do is to spread your legs, you little cunt." Mike looked at the front of this guy's jeans. The buttons were open already and a thick cock was sticking out of his pants. Without a word the stud increased the pressure on Michael's shoulder and pressed him down onto his knees with the simple command "Suck." “I don’t know…how," Michael replied in a quiet, reserved whisper. “Are you a fucking virgin?” Mr. Big asked loudly. Michael nodded, in abject shame. “A fucking virgin,” Mr. Big replied with a coarse chuckle, adding “You know, you're gonna taste and feel many cocks tonight, little one.” With this pronouncement Mr. Big grabbed Michael's hair, pulling him down closer too his cock. “Just open your mouth and suck my dick. And take care of your teeth. Don’t scratch me with your fucking teeth” With that Michael was got his first taste of cock. He tried to look up to this macho fucker, but sucking for the first time, took much of his concentration and so he tried to take as much of the fuck meat into his mouth. The big guy pushed his dick further into Mikes throat and he choked on his cock. This was fucking great Michael thought. He hoped he would get used hard tonight. He wasn’t able to see, but 6 other guys were already jerking off. They had all heard the news, that this fucktoy was a virgin obviously. “Do you want to take dick up your cunt?” the guy above him asked. “Yes – please” Mike answered and blushed. “I just used my last condom bitch – you got some?” he asked loudly. “No – my mom would kill me, if she found condoms in my room”. "Your Mom?" the guy snickered. “You take it bare?” he asked loudly, so everyone nearby could hear the questioning. “Yes if course, that’s not a problem. I would love to take it raw. I will accept everyone” Michael replied and continued sucking dick. “Good boy. Very good boy. Let’s go. There is a shack nearby with a mattress inside. This is just the place we need to fuck you hard and give you some charged loads. Let’s go!” the male commanded. He dragged Michael by his arm and forced him to follow him through the woods. Michael now saw some other guys who were grinning at him wickedly. He felt like the star of the night. He knew everybody was wanting him and he was willing to accept every dick in his body. There was a glade in front of them and there he could see the booth. He was scared, but also excited. He wanted to be used. He needed cock. Tonight was the night he finally would experience what it meant to be a fagboy…

OK. I'm conceited. I'm a totally Hot Jock. I am 21, and a total Hottie. I work out 5-7 times a week. I have an awesome chest and abs. I'm normally a Bottom and love to get plowed hard. I'm also bi, once had a girlfriend, and currently shack up with my 19 year old Lover, Ty. My girlfriend freaked when she found out I was a Fag, but I had special plans for her. My Lover is a preppy Kid, who once was kept by a rich old Sugar Fart. Daddy or not, we had this arrangement where we took care of each other—sexually, that is. I myself have taken Cock up the Ass for 3 years now—and a helluva lot of POZ Cum. Five months ago I tested POZ myself. I fell in love with my little Bimbo, Ty; but Sugar Daddy kept getting in the way, so I had to break them up. PLAN 1 One night, I filed my fingernail pointy and jabbed it up Ty's Hole hard. When I pulled out, my Index was bloody. I took a deep breath (remember, I'm a total Bottom) and rammed my Cock up Tyler all the way. God, how that Y.M. squealed! I hadn't used any Lube on purpose. "Oh shit! I forgot," I lied, soothing him. When he grew aroused again, I shot a huge POZ Wad up Tyler's Ass. Again I wiggled in my filed Digit in, scraping him until he bled. Four months later, I announced that I had Herpes. "Geez, Ty, maybe you oughta get tested, just in case..." I never had Herpes in my life. Ty got tested, and two weeks later got an official diagnosis of HIV. He couldn't figure out where or from whom he'd contracted it. He correctly surmised it was from me. Oops! PLAN 2 I ordered one of those mail-in test kits and dropped it off with a NEG Bud. My address was on the return label. When I got a letter notifying me the results were in, I gave it to Tyler. He called the number, and punched in the code. Naturally, I'd tested NEG. Reluctantly I intimated that it must have been Sugar Daddy who'd POZZED him. But Ty vehemently rejected that, maintaining, beyond all shadow of a doubt, that Sugar Daddy was too impotent to play around. PLAN 3 That weekend I helped Ty, still upset over being POZ, get stoned and drunk. I drove him to a Tattoo Parlor where I convinced him the only way to escape the doldrums was to face the facts—as in having "CUM SLUT" tattooed between his shoulder blades and "POZ" between his Nips. He freaked out when his new Tats saw the light of day. Sugar Daddy would kick him out and blab to all the world about his Status. I suggested a preemptive strike—that he leave Sugar Daddy before he found out and move in with me. I explained I loved him so, it didn't really matter to me that he was POZ. To cork it all off, I got down on my knees and sucked him off. That clinched it! The Little Slut bought my B.S. hook, line, and sinker. PLAN 4 My girlfriend was the final obstacle. She just couldn't fathom how two men could fall in love. Her constant nagging and hostility toward Ty were unconscionable. I had no choice but to invoke PLAN 4. Step 1: I made sure she knew that Ty was POZ. Step 2: I arranged a little get-together, plying both with booze and pot, so neither would recollect who'd fucked whom. Step 3: I gave her the same nail treatment I'd used on Ty. Step 4: When (Praise the Lord!) she tested POZ, I dumped the Bitch, accusing her of cheating on me with (whom else, of course?) my best friend, Ty.

Part 1 It was going to be a great day! I had just turned 18 two days ago, I was graduating from high school in the afternoon and I was going to a huge party that night with my girlfriend Emily, my best friend Paul, and his girlfriend Linda. First let me tell you about myself. My name is Caleb. I’m the youngest of four boys in a very religious and close family. I was home schooled until high school and then went to a high school operated by our church. I guess you could call me the nerdy type. I am 5’11’’, I weigh about 160 pounds, . My hair was blond and shaggy. I loved to swim so I guess I had what you would call a ”swimmers build”. My girlfriend Emily said most girls thought I was cute, in a “nerdy” way. Emily was my age and we had been seeing each other all through high school. Emily was very pretty. We both were religious and never took our relationship beyond the handholding and occasional kiss phase. We both believed that any sexual contact should remain off limits until we married. We were very naïve about the real world. Paul was my best friend. We had known each other since we were little kids and were inseparable. If I was a nerd, Paul was a “super nerd”. He is about 5’6’’ and weighs 130 pounds. He has a pale complexion with shaggy red hair. Paul even wears the typical thick rimmed glasses. Paul could easily be mistaken for being 13 or 14 years old. Paul’s girlfriend Linda is very shy. I don’t think they had even held hands let alone kiss. They both are even more naive than Emily and me, if that is possible. I have always considered myself total straight and never even thought about "fooling around" with a guy. It was against what I believed and besides I was saving myself for Emily. Tonight was going to change our lives in so many ways and I we were completely unaware. All four of us were graduating together, so after our graduation ceremony, Emily and I met up with Paul and Linda and we attended receptions put on by our parents and by 9:00 pm it was time to head to the party. We were all nervous but excited about the party. Many kids from our class were attending and we knew there would probably be alcohol and maybe more available there. Paul and I had only snuck a few beers in our life and both of the girls had never tried alcohol. Linda said she would go but would not drink but the rest of us had decided to have fun and celebrate our “big accomplishment”. The party was taking place at a remote farm about ten miles from town. When we arrived there were dozens of kids already partying, many from our school and many I didn’t recognize. The farmhouse was huge and there was a very large swimming pool and hot tub in the backyard along with many picnic tables. There was a huge bonfire in a fire pit. Everybody had contributed money to attend so there was beer, liquor, soft drinks and food. All four of us had packed bathing suits and we noticed nearly everyone there was already in their suits and enjoying the pool and hot tub on a very warm night. We went inside to change and were directed to two bedrooms in the back. The house was beautiful and I was surprised anyone would let such a party take place in it. When we got outside after changing I asked around about who owned the home. I was told it was two former graduates from another local school who were great football players and had even played in the NFL before getting hurt. They were now successful businessmen and agreed each year to allow the party on their property. Their only stipulation was that no one leave drunk and that they be allowed to join the party later in the evening. A friend of Emily’s led us back into the house and showed us a picture of the two owners. They were both stunningly handsome shirtless black men appearing to be in their early-forties. They were both about 250 pounds of solid rippling muscle. They looked like Greek gods. I heard Emily gasp when she saw the picture. “They are beautiful”, she whispered. I thought it odd that these two men would own the house together, but I didn’t pursue the matter further. We went outside and found the beer and alcohol and the three of us grabbed a beer and headed to the pool. The beer was flowing fast and furious and Paul and I matched each other drink for drink. We were definitely feeling the effects About an hour had passed when we heard the owners had arrived along with a nephew of one of the guys. A few minutes later they appeared: all three were shirtless and wore basketball shorts. Their photographs didn't do them justice. My school didn’t have any African American students, so we had little exposure to black men. They were the most beautiful men I had ever seen. Jordan was the biggest and appeared to be in his early forties. His muscles seemed to pop from his body. Emily commented that his thighs were bigger than my waist. He had closely cut hair and an incredibly handsome face. He had only one tattoo I could see. It was an odd design around his navel. James appeared to be about the same age but wasn’t as big but he had a perfectly defined chest with an eight pack of abs and the same odd tattoo. He had his hair in dreadlocks. Aaron, who turned out to be Jordan’s nephew was about in his early 20’s, swimmers build like me and the face of a model. He too had the same tattoo. We were introduced to them and they seemed very interested in us. Jordan put his arm around me and James put his arm around Paul and asked if we were having fun. We looked so small next to them but they really seemed to like us and we talked for a while. Aaron meanwhile seemed to really be interested in Emily which was making me jealous but I knew she was not going to screw up our relationship. Linda just stood and watched as we all talked. After a few minutes, Jordan suggested we all go to the hot tub. We all grabbed beer and headed over. The hot tub was huge. It could easily handle 20 people and there were about 10 people in there. We climbed in and Jordan made sure to sit next to me and James next to Paul. Aaron got there a few minutes later and maneuvered himself in next Emily. Linda said she didn’t feel good and said she was going to lie down in the car. After a few minutes somebody brought out a bong, a device of which I had heard, but never actually before seen. Everybody in the tub started passing it around and taking “hits” off it. When it came to me, Jordan showed me and Paul and Emily how to do it. I took two hits and suddenly I was feeling pretty relaxed. The marijuana and the beer were really making me feel good. I leaned back and suddenly felt Jordan put his hand on my leg. I couldn’t see it because of the foam in the tub but it felt massive and he slowly began rubbing my upper thigh. I looked over at Paul and could tell by the look on his face that James was doing the same to him. Jordan then reached under the water and grabbed my hand and placed it on his massive thigh. You could feel the muscles under his smooth skin and I began to rub him. I saw Jordan look at James and wink. get his backpack from the house. Aaron asked Emily to go so they could bring back more beer and she agreed. As soon as they left, Jordan yelled “It’s time to party!” He shifted in the water and then next thing I knew he was holding his shorts in his hand and tossing them out on the grass. James removed his shorts immediately as did several other guys and girls in the pool. James turned to Paul and me and said “What about you two?” Neither of us made a move so they took action. They reached down and grabbed us by our waist and lifted us with one hand while stripping our suit with the others. The next thing I knew I was back in the tub totally naked with Jordan’s massive arm around me. I looked over at Paul who looked totally in shock and appeared to be sitting on James’s lap. Aaron showed up at that moment, but Emily had remained back at the house to use the bathroom. Jordan reached in to the pack and pulled out two bottles and tossed one to James. They took the covers off and put it up to our nose and said breath it in. I did twice and felt like I was flying. I felt Jordan put his hand on my stomach and slowly rub me. He moved his hand down to my penis and took it in his hand. I realized then that I was getting hard. He pressed his face against my neck and began nipping it with his teeth. I moaned slightly and when I did he turned my face to his and I kissed a man for the first time in my young life. His tongue played with my tongue and without thinking I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. I heard a moan from behind and saw Paul lying with his head on James’s shoulder. It was obvious that Paul was being touched under the water and was enjoying it. Suddenly I felt something brush my leg. I reached and felt his penis for the first time. It was massive. I couldn’t imagine a man having a penis that large. Jordan smiled and stood up. I was face to face with penis at least 10 inches long but its width was stunning. There was a large metal ring piercing the tip of it. I didn’t think such a thing was possible. I heard several people in the tub as well as some people who were now watching the four of us, gasp when they saw it. “Taste it!” he told me. I obeyed and opened my mouth. It was so big I could barely get it in but Jordan slowly helped me taste my first penis. “Your turn baby” I heard James say and I turned around to see Paul licking the tip of James’s penis. James was not as massive as Jordan but was longer. He had to be at least 13 to 14 inches long. Paul was mesmerized by it all. They both grabbed the poppers bottles again and took a hit of their own. Then they shoved the bottle under our nose and we both inhaled. I knew then that I was really starting to enjoy this and wasn’t going to try and stop whatever was happening. Suddenly we were both picked up by our two Greek gods and carried to a picnic table. I felt so small in his huge arms as he carried me. His body felt warm against mine and I reached and rubbed his muscled chest. He pulled me tight against him and began to kiss me again. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in. Aaron, who was also now naked, was there at the table spreading a blanket on it. We were both placed gently on table next to each other.

The (infamous)Bijou Theater in Chicago closed for good in Sep '15. I hurts my heart when I hear news like that about my favorite venues closing down for good. I had so many hot memories at the Bijou and what a nasty fucking pigpen that place was. Two floors of wicked sin. A real den of debauchery. Gloryhole booths with holes large enough to crawl through in some booths. Smaller GH's on other booths. Some of the booths had large 3 side holes. There were community slings in the dungeon fetish area, fuckbenches and a St Andrews cross. A real throwback-type gay sex emporium. I've had so many hot and nasty encounters there that I should've forgotten but can't. I don't forget hot encounters. I can JO to my memories from the Bijou. One of the many rows of GH booths. I've had hot encounters in every one of those doors! The community slings in the fetish room. Was it called the mine shaft if I remember? The bathroom. It always reeked of piss but that made it so hot to get fucked in. Like inhaling poppers. I remember getting fucked by a big black uncut dude through this hole among many other hot encounters. These are probably some of the only pics left that show the inside of the place, I'm hoping someone here may have some to post. Worth a shot. I get lost looking at these pics because of the memories. I know many here on this site have been to the Bijou at some point in their life. Any hot stories to share? I may write about it more in the fiction section. Do you have a favorite venue that closed sometime recently? Another for me was Man's World bath in Chicago. Closed in 2005. Too many hot memories to remember there as well. Sad that we lose many of these hot places over time. I thought it would be cool to share our memories at the lost and gone forever places. The Bijou and Man's World will always live in my heart and memories!

Josh and Bobby had been drinking at a club that Josh could get Bobby into. Bobby was only 20 and Josh being 26 knew a few bartenders that would serve his little friend. Bobby stood at 5'6" and weighed 110 pounds and that with his blond hair and blue eyes made him look much younger but he was comfortable being with Josh and knew Josh would protect him. Josh was nearly 6 feet tall and 180 pounds of well built muscle along with his brown hair and brown eyes and he was a total stud. Josh liked Bobby but knew that Bobby only had one sexual experience before and it was bad so he didn't rush his little buddy but knew one day he get that tight ass. The bar was about to close when Josh ran into Stan, a friend of his, and asked Bobby if they could all go to Bobby's place for a few more drinks as his roommates were away and Bobby thought that sounded good but didn't like the look of Stan. Stan looked a few years older than Josh and had a small beer belly and looked like his lost his razor a few days ago making him look like someone Bobby would normally avoid. On the ride to Bobby's he asked Josh about Stan as Stan was following in his own car and Josh told him that Stan was ok he just looked rough but wait until you see what he brought us. Bobby was anxious now but Josh made he wait. After they all settled down in the living room and Bobby got everyone a drink Stan pulled out a pipe and a bag of off-white colored rocks that looks like maybe wax to Bobby. Josh then explained that it was rock cocaine and would be better than that time I shared the white powder crap with him. Bobby watched Stan smoke and then Josh explained to Bobby what to do and helped him. Bobby was nervous and didn't inhale much and blew it out quickly so he didn't feel the rock they way he should have. After about an hour Bobby couldn't figure out what the big deal with this drug was as it didn't do much of anything for him and finally told Josh that he was tired and was going to lie down but they should feel free to stay. Bobby got undressed and laid down on his bed as quietly listened to the guys and a couple of minutes later Stan opened his door. Bobby was quick to tell Stan he didn't want anymore or anything else but Stan knew how to handle a boy like Bobby and asked him one question. "Bobby do you like your ass rimmed?" Bobby's face went red as getting his ass licked was his biggest desire. "Bobby, you do not need to do anything, just lie on your belly and let me lick you hole as you fall asleep. Wouldn't you like to fall asleep having your hole licked?" Bobby nodded and meekly said "Yes" "Good boy, just lie back down and let me give you some great dreams." Bobby lied back down but then turned his head and told Stan not to do anything else and Stan told him other than licking his ass he wasn't going to do anything unless Bobby told him to. Just then Josh entered the room but stood at the door quietly. Bobby wasn't sure this was a good idea until Stan pulled Bobby's cheeks apart a started to lick Bobby. "Oh my god" exclaimed Bobby as he finally felt his hole being licked. "Bobby, are you ok?" asked Josh as he walked towards the bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't know Stan came in here, I'll get rid of him." "No, don't." Bobby said but before he could finish speaking Stan starting to lick him again. "Wow, that's so good. Don't stop, please don't stop." Stan continued to lick the tight little hole and Josh sat on the bed and stroked Bobby's back and told him to think only about his boypussy. Bobby lifted his head a little and Josh pushed it down gently and told Bobby to relax and enjoy this. Bobby started to moan loader as he knew he didn't need to be quiet and his mind became flooded with sex thoughts and feelings of pleasure. Josh lifted Bobby's head and softly told him "Bobby, your little boypussy looks so good, could I lick it for awhile?" Bobby nodded as he moaned and Josh leaned into the boy and for the first time kissed him. "Bobby tonight you let me and Stan give you all the pleasure you can handle." Josh kissed him again then moved to the end of the bed and as soon as Stan slid away Josh's tongue touched the hole he wanted and knew was his tonight. Bobby's moaning was so cute and got both men so hot. Stan started to undress and once he was naked he sat on the bed and rubbed Bobby's head. Josh seeing that Stan was ready stabbed his tongue into Bobby as Bobby bucked and moaned louder. "Bobby, Josh has his tongue in you now." Bobby looked over at Stan and moaned as their eyes met. Stan then leaned down and this time Bobby knew what was coming and he leaned into Stan as their tongues met. Stan took control though and held Bobby's head as he tongue fucked Bobby's mouth just as Josh was tongue fucking Bobby's hole. Stan then pulled away but pushed his hard cock towards Bobby's mouth. Bobby watched the cock getting closer to his open mouth and started drooling thinking about sucking his cock. "Stan don't" said Josh, "you told Bobby you wouldn't do anything unless he asked so don't you dare put your cock in his mouth." Bobby sadly closed his mouth but then knew what to do. "Stan could I", was all he got to say before Josh interrupted him saying "Stan why don't you get back down here". The men then switched positions and once Stan started licking Bobby and got him moaning again and watching Josh. "Bobby should I get undressed too?" "Yeah, I wanna see your .." "Bobby, you want to see my cock?" "Yes, is that ok" "Bobby I hope you want to do more than see it" Josh then started to strip as he watching Bobby and once he reached to finally pull off his boxers Bobby was again drooling. "You want this don't you?" asked Josh as he grabbed his boxer covered hardon. "Yeah I want to suck you so bad" "Bobby I can't wait to let you but you need to wait a minute till I get back" Bobby looked confused but Stan knowing that Josh was just going for the pipe and rock started to stab Bobby's hole faster getting the boy to pound his fists into his bed. Josh then returned and told Bobby that before he could suck he needed to do another hit and this time to do it exactly as he was told. Stan stopped rimming the boy and let him sit up. Josh then placed a larger rock and told Bobby to inhale slowly but not to stop inhaling until he pulled the pipe away and then to hold the smoke until he was told to exhale. Bobby nodded and did exactly what he was told to do. Once he finished inhaling Josh took the pipe and did his own hit and handed it to Stan. Bobby looked panicked as Josh hadn't yet told him to exhale and just when he felt like he would pass out Josh nodded to him. Bobby exhaled and immediately his head took off. Josh moved Bobby onto the floor as he himself exhaled and Bobby went to his knees and started to suck Josh as if his life depended on it. Josh held Bobby's head and slowly but forcefully pushed until his pupes met Bobby's face. "Bobby, now that is what rock is suppose to do to you. You need your throat fucked don't you?" Bobby shook his head up and down as he couldn't speak. Stan sat and did a hit as he watched the show and when he put the pipe down Josh pulled Bobby's face off his cock and turned the boy's head toward Stan's cock and pushed Bobby down on it. Josh stepped back and watched for a few minutes and then reloaded the pipe and told Bobby to stand up. "Bobby, do it exactly as you did last time but as soon as you finish inhaling I want you to get on your bed on your belly as you are going to feel your hole being licked will be even better." Bobby didn't say anything just opened his mouth and started to inhale. Then once the pipe was pulled away got on his bed as Josh did his hit. Josh knelt down and when he heard Bobby exhale he exhaled directly into the boy's hole as he started to tongue fuck it hard. Bobby started to think how much better it might feel if Josh used his cock instead of his tongue.

I can't for the life of me remember where this took place. Sooo many nights of taking anonymous loads they tend to run together but this night was memorable for a couple of reasons. I went to the bathhouse for my usual night of whoring out my hole to any hard cock in the mood to fuck a load into me. This night I was in the mood to just lie in my room ass up and lubed and wait to see if I had any takers. Not sure how long I had to wait but eventually I found a hand snaking up my leg and a finger checking out my greased up hole. Once he discovered I was ready to go he wasted no time in climbing on top and pushing his fat cock up my ass. As usual I took a big hit of poppers to ease his entry. He had a thick cock but not too long and not so thick I could not handle it. I have a hard time with really long dicks but loooove the thick ones. He pounded away a minute and then stopped and twisted around with his cock still buried in my ass. What the hell was he doing? Then he sat up and preceded to tie my hands together. This just got very interesting. It was only later after our encounter that I realized he had reached down to pick up one of my socks. He went back to fucking me. Of course now I had no access to my poppers and I had to beg him to popper me up. He loved that. God I felt like an asshole trying to get him to give me a whiff of the good stuff. By then I was hooked on his cock and very turned on by the situation. I did not want him to leave so I went along with what he wanted which was me begging for his cock and the poppers. If I was not vocal enough he would stick his fingers in my mouth and pry my jaw wide open. Eventually he pulled a sock off his own foot and shoved it in my mouth and with his other sock tied it around my mouth and head as a gag. Where the hell was this going? A moment later I found out when he opened the door and invited anybody passing by the door to fuck me. I got a good look at him then. He a well built Asian guy probably in his late 40's or early 50's. Of course I had no problem with that. I was all for it. My own cock got even harder. The first guy he hooked was this nasty looking thug with a huge cock. I suddenly got worried. He crammed it up my ass without too much trouble but like I said the long ones tear me up and this was no exception. Its that second ring thing. Mine does not open up without extensive snorting of the poppers and I was not getting any. He pounded away with the encouragement of the Asian guy while I thrashed and bucked and complained as much as possible in my condition. He was a big guy so I was pretty much pinned to the mattress. He suggested to the Asian that I was not enjoying the fucking. He actually sounded concerned. The Asian pointed to the poppers. The bottle was duly opened and placed under my nose. I expelled as much breath as possible and then inhaled as much as I could. The thug took a hit and then proceeded to fuck the holy hell out of me. The poppers did their magic and I felt great giving myself up to the beast pounded his raw cock into me. I was totally relaxed and able to take his fucking. When he came I just melted it felt so good. Of course the next top was already lined up to mount my ass and get going. The Asian guy was a contradiction. He encouraged the tops to fuck me as brutally as possible, "tear up that ass", kind of talk but he always had them feed me poppers. In fact forced me even when I did not want any more. I was so buzzed I was not sure what was up or down. So not too sure how many guys fucked me during that session. The Asian guy would fuck me every other top or so. My guess would be that he got about a dozen guys to stop in my room and pound out a load. By the end I was a mess. He shut the door to drop his load whispering in my ear how hot it had been to watch me take load after load from anybody he let into the room. I concur, that was really hot. He shot his wad, yanked his socks off my face and departed leaving the door behind him open and me to get out of the socks he had tied around my wrists and ankles. I have to say that was one of the greatest sexual experiences of my life. I would love to repeat it. Hey anonymous Asian guy, you rock! Thanks for the loads.

Hot little cunt. Sorted where to stay yet? You should check out the Vault near Warren Street, Chariots Vauxhall (sauna, but check best time to make it worthwhile), for starters. If you post on BBRT too, you should get plenty of offers to breed you.

Sometimes I find the "cum on the hole and push it in with more fucking" thing really sexy, but it's definitely not my preference. When I'm watching porn I'm imagining what it feels like, and I know I prefer my top to cum deep inside me, so it's always better to see that kind of action on screen. Even better if he pulls out and his cum leaks out afterward.

Extremely hot, well-written story. One of my new favorites!

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CUMUNION (Fri., Oct. 27/17) Hi there, rawsluts (like myself, LOL)! I got ready by douching quite thoroughly yesterday (it take me about 90 mins) before I left for a regular Friday night-Saturday morning at Steamworks Toronto. Last night also coincided with a Cumunion event. Due to the fact that I'm in a Toronto bathhouse with a mixed crowd (condom and bb), it's hard to point out the bb guys specifically there for Cumunion and ones (like me) that are there for their Friday fix of ass, cock, and cum. They don't ask, and I most certainly don't either. Steamworks Toronto should just cancel Cumunion, bb sex happens any way. Sex is sex, fun is fun, cum is cum... Steamworks was appropriately decorated with Hallowe'en spider webs and such, for we are leading up to Hallowe'en. It was a tad early for guys to be dressed up (or should I dressed down?) in their Hallowe'en costume and/or make-up. Imagine barebacking a Hallowe'en character?! It makes you say, "Hmmm?!" (LOL) For me, yesterday brought out new faces, asses, and cocks for barebacking. It did not disappoint! A number of cocks I sucked (but alas, they didn't want to cum as it was early) and asses were rimmed. I always leave my best experiences for the dark spaces there. In the back dark hallways (with 4 booths) I started by rimming this gorgeous younger muscular guy. Yep, he has some loads in his ass and was eager and ready to get mine. After swallowing my cock, he was rewarded with my 2 loads. He liked the feel of my dick and kept moaning until I came in him deep. He kissed and thanked me! I fucked a number of asses afterwards in the front glory hole-dark area. They all felt great. Then a lovely tanned fellow popped into my room as I was there for a pitstop. Apparently, he loves daddies. He started by sucking me (I get sensitive after fucking a lot of young boycunt) and I sucked him off too. I asked whether I could rim him and he said, "Yes! By all means, go ahead!" So I did. I slid my still hard dick into him. He didn't ask a question about condoms (whew!). He moaned quietly and grabbed my hands and elbows; he was really liking the raw fucking I was giving him. After a few minutes, I got on my back and he sat on my dick. Then, we decided to take a bit of a rest. As he was twisting and sucking my nipples I was jerking off and said I was close to cumming. He got next to my cock and took my load in his mouth. I got him off and received his hot load in my mouth. We kissed afterwards, in a cummy sort of way. I didn't get fucked last night. But the rest of my regular night (8 hours' worth) at Steamworks Toronto made up for it. Cheers!

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.

Fuck yes... the twitching vein ands contracting bollocks when it unloads is the best POV in porn.

Hi Buddy, If you let him cum inside it does not mean you are a chaser. So many people use the term chaser as some thing bad. I would think if you let him cum inside you it would mean that you are really turned on with him and you want to enjoy the moment with him as much as you can. You say you to are really into each other so if I were you I would let him do it. Tell him you want his cum in you. You will get lots of guys telling you to get on Prep and that's fine if it is what you want. Me personally I would not take prep. I would take the poz not on meds. cum. That's me. You need to make up your own mind on it. Most of all though enjoy the sex. I would let him put his bare cock in me often and push it farther each time. Let him pump you and get some rhythm going.

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

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Now that's exactly the best type of fuck buddy to have. Keeping him and yourself up on a regular schedule provides great sexual pleasure's without the emotional b.s. Sorry I missed you during my 5 day's of SEX WORK when I was in Las Vegas. Generally speaking I am booked for a few days. This time I didn't have any breaks when the fight's took place. It was really over the top fuckfeast for the straight/bi muscle bound fellas.

Land in town on the sep20th -25 looking for someone to host me and show me the ropes and corrupt me been planning on this trip for a while I want my hole filled and used ... if it what hotel is a good hotel to host .. neg hole here . I doubt for long though

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

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

Occasionally get together with a hot uncut top, about 8 thick inches. He's a nice guy, but after some kissing he's rimming me then slides right into me to fuck 3-4 loads deep. Fucks like an animal. Then we watch a movie or eat,, talk. Go to bed, I wake up 1-2 times to feel him pushing into me to dump another big load. He likes being sucked but made it clear his cum is only getting shot in my ass and I'm to hold it as long as possible like a good bitch. Never met anyone that can cum so much--number of times or volume of cum. Love it. Traveling to see him in a couple weeks and he's promised me he's keeping me bred while I meet his friends, and sending me to the airport loaded.

Yes, It was really happening. I just made sure so I reached out and squeezed both throbbing cocks in my hands and then sat back on the couch admiring what was next to me. Without being asked I got down on my hands and knees naked releasing the towel and started first licking and then sucking each cock while I jerked off the other cock back and forth. John then raised me up and took me into the bathroom where he had me shower and clean out with the hose on the wall. It took three times to completely clean out until John was satisfied that I was indeed clean. John retrieved my towel from the living room and dried me off from top to bottom before leading me back into the living room with more drinks that Paulo had brought in, this time laced with more G although I did not know it. After drinks and toasts to friendship, etc our drinks were don and I got back down on my knees ready to suck more cock. John reached forward on the coffee table as I watched and took a glass pipe and filled it with shards of tina that was in a clear Hefty ziplock bag. The bag was really full so I knew we were in for it. I had not noticed the bag or the pipe there before but Paulo said he had just brought it out. John proceeded to stuff the pipe full before turning on the torch, I had smoked the the pipe a few times before with friends but never thought the pipe had ever been that full. John then placed the pipe between his lips, turning the lighter from side to side, waiting patiently for the smoke to boil inside. I watched but since I love to suck, I continued to suck both their cocks as they then passed the pipe between them. Neither one showed any signs of shrinkage to my relief. John finally tapped me on the head to get me to focus attention solely on him and took a very deep toke on the pipe, reached down and pulled my face to his, and shotgunned into my mouth. Back and forth a few time with each time ending in a deep throat kiss before releasing what was left of the smoke. Paulo did not let me down either as he repeated John's steps and started to finger my horny ass too with a little of the tina dust on the table as I felt the familiar burn. It was turning me on, but I wasn't feeling a lot of the buzz. Maybe it was the g or that I was not sucking on the pipe myself. Anyway, a sure sign that I am getting into it is that my cock shrinks down to nothing and it was still there. I think both John and Paulo both realized my frustration and decided to try another tactic. They both helped me to get me up off my knees and took me to the bedroom for a little distraction. On the big king sized bed they had laid out some gear for me to wear for the playroom. They helped me on with the harness, a great pair of boots, a vest, a silver metallic jock as my cock did not figure into their plans anyway, wristbands, gloves, shiny sunglasses, and a biker hat. They brought out their cellphones to get some great pics of all of us together and separate in front of the dresser mirror. Lots and lots of pictures but all rated PG I guess, definitely not the pictures I would want taken but I was all for whatever we were doing. John then told me to get up on the bed doggystyle, now we are cooking, and pulled me to the end of the bed with my hairy ass hanging out over the end of the mattress. I started to wiggle my ass in anticipation fo whatever was to come. Paulo knelt down behind me and began to rim my ass with his tongue. It felt so good that I started to relax more and more and put my head down forward on the bed. John left the room and brought the pipe in from the living room. I was surprised to find it was well loaded again and he did not seem to be gone long enough to do that. After getting the pipe started with the torch, John took the first toke and told me to look up at him. I thought we were shotgunning again, but he put the end in my mouth and told me to inhale the smoke and hold it deep for 10 seconds as he continued to heat up the bowl. He repeated this over and over in my doggystyle stance about 10 times while Paulo continued to rim my ass. I finally reached back to spread my ass out further and dropped the pipe on the bed. At this point, John realized that I was ready to play. Just to be sure, John had me sit up and smoke the rest of the pipe out before leading me thru the bathroom to the playroom where Paulo was then waiting for us. The tv was playing more bareback sling porn and the computer was now on. John led me to the sling and helped me in and brought the cellphone out again. These were the pictures i was waiting for... (more to cum)

Newest staff member part 2 Training “That’s everything.” The younger Riley said, after setting down the last of three duffle bags on the floor of the small guest bedroom located in the basement of the older man’s house. Mr. Marx, as he had told the boy to call him, was surprised that Riley didn’t have more stuff, but remembering his less than spectacular background, he figured the boy was lucky to leave with as much as he did. “Well, now that you’re moved in,” Mr. Marx aid, motioning for the boy to follow him. “Perhaps you’d like a tour of the premises while I explain your duties?” “Sounds awesome!” Riley responded, practically bouncing around the house as his new host/employer showed him the rest of his large estate. The young man was sufficiently impressed by the amazing décor and expansive size of the house, making comments like “wow” and “holy shit” each time Marx opened a door to reveal yet another bedroom, or bathroom or even just the occasional closet. He was told he was welcome in every room of the house except one: the basement “store room.” In actuality the store room was really a small dungeon Marx had built with a sling, giant tv, shelves and shelves full of leather and other fun sex toys and costumes and some very well hidden cameras (just like those he’d installed in the boy’s bedroom and bathroom). Eventually he knew he’d end up letting the kid see what was in the dungeon, but not until his indoctrination was well under way. In the mean time he couldn’t have the boy snooping around and accidentally getting scarred off. As Marx expected, the explanation of the boy’s duties around the house and grounds were going in one ear and out the other as long as the two of them were looking around, so he was glad he had thought ahead to have them printed up for the young man to go over later once they were through with the tour. He didn’t expect the boy to be so excited by the site of his pool and hot tub that he found himself listening his pleas for the two of them to jump in right that minute. Unable to say no to the beaming boyish smile and begging eyes, he nodded yes and before he could say “lets change into our suits and meet back here,” the boy had already slid off his shirt and pushed his shorts down to his ankles and jumped in wearing only the tightest old pair of white briefs that Marx had ever seen. Not one to stand on ceremony, Marx shed his shirt and khakis and followed suit, doing a cannonball in just the black bikini briefs he’d worn to help hold down his dick in case it got hard (which was a constant threat around such a handsome young stud). The two Rileys swam and splashed for almost an hour before they hopped out in order to take a rest in the hot tub, giving Riley Marx an opportunity to get a peek at Riley Dawson’s bulge in his soaked, thus see-through, white undies. Just as the photos from his friend’s account hinted, there was nary a hair anywhere on the boy from the neck down, except for a whisp under each arm and a slight, blondish treasure trail, leading to a heavy cut dick, which was gently tucked down the right side of the briefs, over two, perfectly peachy orbs. His own man sized meat was stiffening rapidly at the sight of the boy’s bulge, not to mention the almost impossibly perky bubble butt pressed in the rear of the briefs, and Marx thanked his lucky stars that his own underwear choice gave him some discretion as he sank into the hot water and started the jets. “As much fun as that was Mr. Dawson,” Marx began, once he was sure the bubbles were thick enough that the boy couldn’t see him readjust his cock below the water. “I’m afraid I can’t have you taking swims in such skimpy attire.” The young man looked confused as he climbed carefully over the side and sat on the edge, submerging only his calves and feet, leaving his crotch at eye level with the older man. “Skimpy what?” Riley asked, kicking his legs lazily as he put a towel around his shoulders and arms, making Marx notice his farmer’s tan for the first time. “Attire.” Marx repeated, tearing his eyes from the boy’s meat and forcing himself to look the young man in the eyes. Catching the still lost look on his 18-year-old smooth face, he realized the boy had no idea what he meant, so he continued. “What I mean is, if you’re going to swim in the pool or take a dip in the outdoor hot tub, you need to wear a bathing suit. Even with the distance between my house and the edge of the property and my 8 foot tall privacy fence, I still have neighbors who’s second floor windows look over my property and I can’t have them glancing over here and catching you in those tiny, transparent briefs. It might give them the wrong idea, understand?” “Oh jeez, I’m sorry!” The boy said, looking down and finally realizing just how transparent his underwear had become. Blushing red from his cheeks down to his toes, he slid slowly into the tub until he was covered up to his chin. “I didn’t realize. Please don’t kick me out sir, I promise I’ll be more careful!” “I’m not going to fire you Mr. Dawson.” Marx said, hoping to stop the tears that had formed in the boy’s eyes before he began truly crying. Obviously the kid was used to stern and sudden punishment for any infraction on the rules, and while that might come in handy in the bedroom, he had no desire to make the boy cry over something as stupid and inconsequential as swimwear. “All I ask is that you wear a swim suit, no need to get upset.” “Anything you say” Riley swore, quite serious and still on the verge of crying. This assurance made Marx’ cock expand in his briefs, and he thanked his luck again for the color and the bubbles that kept him concealed. His dirty mind was picturing all sorts of nasty deeds included in “anything he said” as he slid over next to the boy and patted him on the back to make him feel better. He only came back to reality as the boy’s soft post-pubescent baritone continued to speak. “The thing is Mr. Marx…The thing is Sir, I…I don’t have a, uh…” “Yes?” Marx leaned in closer to hear, using it as an excuse to put his arm around the young man and pull him closer. “I don’t own a swimsuit.” Riley Dawson admitted, swallowing hard as he finished and turning his ashamed gaze to meet Riley Marx. The older man was tempted to kiss the sweet strawberry-red lips of his new house-boy, but held back in order to hear an explanation, which he finally got after a stern-voiced inquiry. In an avalanche of words, the boy repeated the tale of his hard childhood and how he had to share anything he had with his siblings, both older and younger. As it turned out, he was the smallest guy in his family, so any hand me downs where too big for him until the same time his younger brother could wear them, which meant he had to share, and since his younger bro was more popular and a better swimmer, he inherited his older brother’s swimsuit, and all Riley got was an old speedo his dad had worn when he was on the high school swim team back in the nineties. Once he told his family he was moving out and going to school, his brothers and dad went through his stuff and took anything they deemed to be theirs, which included most of his underwear, nice clothing and even the old speedo. To his ever-growing embarrassment, he admitted that most of the stuff in his duffle bags was worn-out, too small, torn or stained, and he was hoping to spend his first pay check to get more clothing so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. When he was all done, he turned back to Marx with a look on his face that seemed to say ‘you can fire me now.’ Instead the older man pulled his young friend into a hug and squeezed tight as he expressed sympathy and admitted that he, too, had once been broke and also hailed from a large family that mistreated and ignored him. He went on to confide how he’d found a job with a wealthy man in his tiny town and worked hard and a few years later got his GED and eventually graduated from college and became a recruiter with the company who employed him now. “…And after years on the road building a solid work force and training young men like you how to become professional tech-execs, I am finally being promoted to full partner in a few weeks, and will be able to work from my home office a few hours each day making almost half a million each year for the rest of my life, and that’s after taxes!” “That’s amazing dude! I mean, Mr. Marx, sir!” Riley said, smiling as the weight of his own past seemed to slowly lift off his muscular lily-white shoulders. Had he heard the whole story, including how the wealthy man from the small town had whored Marx’ ass out to help him raise the money for college, or what he had to do in order to get the job (involving some video cameras, leather chaps and hoods, roofies, and a dozen men from the company’s board of directors), chances are that young Riley Dawson wouldn’t have been so quick to accept the older man’s guarantee that it would all work out. Luckily, Marx had a plan to slowly introduce these elements to the boy in such a way that by the time the kid enrolled in classes next semester, he’d be in too deep to walk away. “How about we make a deal?” Marx said, changing the subject back to what the boy would wear while at the house. “You wear the polo and khaki shorts you wore to the interview or anything that will keep you covered and somewhat professional looking while working, and when I get back next Friday from my final recruiting trip, we will go shopping for some nice clothes and a swim suit all your own, on me. Seems only fair, since I am requiring a uniform, I should pay for it.” “Seriously?!?!” Riley beamed. “Seriously.” Marx agreed, beaming just as big from watching the kid’s reaction. “Consider it a signing bonus. And until then, you can use the hot tub in the poolhouse if you want to take a dip, no suit required!” “Thank you so much sir!” Riley shouted, throwing his arms around the older man. Marx was once again semi-hard at the thought of watching the kid try on clothes, and the added contact of the slippery kid pressed against him was only making matters worse. He was about to pull away before the boy noticed, when he felt something poking him in the stomach, and leaned in to make sure he wasn’t wrong about what it was. Sure enough the kid was rock hard in his tighty whiteys and throbbing as he hugged his new benefactor. “Wow, you really are a grateful boy, aren’t you?” Marx said softly, hitting the button to turn off the jets and rocking his hips just enough that their two erections met under water and sent a jolt up each mans’ spine. Embarrassed once more, the teen shot backwards to the opposite side of the tub while spouting apologies and lame explanations until Marx smile and put the boy at ease. “Don’t worry, it was just a reaction to the warm jets, mine got hard too.” “It did?” Riley asked, looking down while keeping his hands firmly pressed over his own turgid cock. “Yep, natural reaction when you combine human contact and warm bubbles, see?” taking a huge chance, Riley Marx made sure he was facing away from the one neighbor who could see his hot tub from their upstairs windows, then lifted himself up until his slightly-less-stiff, underwear-clad dick broke the surface of the water. He held himself there for a few seconds, enjoying the wondrous look in the teen’s eyes as he took in every inch of the man’s semi-erect penis, pushing out the side of black calvin klein bikini briefs. Marx knew that he was at least an inch short of full 9 inch length at this point, but even so his cock was quite impressive. Once he knew the teen had a good long look, he sank back under the water and smiled nonchalantly as if he showed his hard cock to other guys all the time. “Holy shit Sir!” Riley said, a little too loudly, before realizing why Marx had faced the direction he had when he stood up, and moving back next to the man, then continuing in a whispery, half voice. “That thing is huge, must be twice the size of mine.” “I don’t believe that Riley,” Marx said, trying to build the boy’s confidence and downplay the fact he’d practically just flashed the straight teen. “Young stud like you? I bet you’re at least 7 inches.” “I wish!” Riley said, blushing again. This back and forth continued for a few minutes until finally the teen looked back and forth over his shoulder and unceremoniously stood up with his hands on his hips. Riley Marx had to hold in a gasp as the young erection broke the surface of the water and practically glowed as it stretched the waistband of the too-small briefs from the skin of the boy wearing them. He failed to keep the gasp in when Riley Dawson took one more look around and slid the elastic under his balls leaving his hard-on and perfect teen testes bouncing in the breeze. If it was smaller than 7 inches, it wasn’t by much. Marx had seen and held a lot of hard cocks in his 43 years on this earth, since the wealthy man’s dick all the way back when he was just a teen boy himself, and he could estimate thickness and size without much more than a passing glance. In the 20-30 seconds the teen stood exposed in the center of the hottub, marx managed to memorize every vein and shadow, each curve of the head and balls, every whispy blond hair (all 14 of them on the sack, and two or three dozen in the small patch above the cock base). This dick was perfect in every way, and if he could be sure the neighbors weren’t watching, he’d have reached out and taken it down his throat right then and there. Instead he watched and memorized as the teen recovered himself and sank back into the tub, claiming victory in his insistence he wasn’t yet 7 inches with a firm “Told ya…Sir.” “Yes you did Riley, yes you did.” Marx lifted his jaw up from where it had fallen almost to his feet and suggested they get out and head inside. Choosing to dry off in the poolhouse, they talked about random things like pool-cleaning procedure and expected duties until Riley Dawson asked about the second floor of the poolhouse. “That’s my office,” Marx said, returning to his professional voice. “Only I go up there unless I have a client over, understand?” “So it’s like the store room in the basement sir?” the boy asked, innocently. “Not exactly,” Marx corrected him. “The store room is…personal. I may let you see it someday soon, once we know each other better, but my office is my business space. It is extremely important that no one be in there without me, since sensitive and confidential work files are kept on the server in there, understand?” “Yes Sir, Mr. Marx.” Riley Dawson said, smiling as he did a little salute, looking adorable in his somewhat-dry briefs and a towel thrown over his shoulder. As he turned to pull on his street clothes, Mr. Marx handed him a robe and told him they’d toss their clothes in the washer and head inside. With almost inhuman lust, he watched the teen as he slid the briefs from under the robe and put them with his shorts and shirt in the metal basin in the washing machine just off the mudroom of the pool house. As the boy collected his shoes, he missed the older man slide the briefs into his robe pocket before adding his own clothing and starting the load. While the two Rileys made their way inside for dinner, the younger continued with questions about his duties, referring to the older man again and again as “Mr. Marx” or “Sir.” “You know after all we shared this afternoon,” Riley Marx interjected between questions. “It seems bizarre to have you calling me ‘Mr. Marx’ or ‘sir’ all the time.” “I know, but you said not to call you Riley” The teen reminded him. “Especially in front of your guests or neighbors, since it might seem inappropriate.” “You’re right about that Kid,” Marx said, handing the boy some take-out menus to choose from, since he wouldn’t expect the boy to be able to cook for him until he’d trained him. “Do you have any nicknames? Or a middle name?” the younger Riley asked, while deciding on pizza. “Not really,” the older man said, booting up the pizza app on his phone and putting in an order. “In school I was Ry-Guy, but that’s a little too familiar. Same with my middle name, Andrew.” “I know!” Riley spouted excitedly, as he set the table for the two of them. “How about your initials? R.A.M….I could call you RAM!” “That sounds…perfect,” Marx, aka RAM, smiled, his cock getting hard again at the double entendre of the new nickname. “Just make sure you still call me Sir in front of any guests unless I tell you otherwise okay kid?” “Yes sir, RAM, sir.” Riley Dawson smiled for a moment, before something else crossed his mind and he frowned once more. “But what will you call me? After all you can’t refer to me as Riley cause people would wonder why we have the same name.” “Well as far as anyone knows you are my nephew so it’s not too weird,” RAM replied. But as he caught the disappointed look on his young charge’s face, he gave in once more. “I guess you’re right about that too, so what should I call you? Robert?” “No way RAM sir,” Riley insisted. “That name just make me think of my father. My middle name is Ian, so you could call me by my initials: R.I.D. RID!” “Nah, sounds too much like bugspray,” RAM thought out loud. “You could go by Ry-Guy or Ry or Riles or Rino or Ian or Dawson or pretty much whatever name you want kid.” “That’s it!” Riley said, as enthusiastic as before. “What? Dawson?” RAM asked the boy while secretly watching his sweet ass bend over the table to fill the glasses with water. “No, KID!” Riley said, turning and sprinting back over to RAM, unaware that his speed caused his robe to open, leaving him standing nude in front of RAM as he explained himself. “You’ve been calling me Kid all day and that’s what my Uncle Jesse used to call me before he moved away, probably cause he couldn’t remember which nephew I was, but still! No one would ever doubt an uncle calling his nephew kid, and when some nosey neighbor asks us who I am, I can pretend like I hate it and remind you ‘I’m not a kid anymore sir!’ It’s perfect!” RAM was so caught up enjoying the boy’s bouncing cock and balls he’d have agreed to anything right that second, so they sealed it with a hug. Riley Marx, 43 yr old business man would be RAM sir, and Riley Dawson, 18 yr old struggling student and soon-to-be seduced stud would be Kid. That night, after they donned some shorts so the delivery guy wouldn’t freak, the two men smoked a little weed from a big bong (once RAM convinced the kid that it was cool and wouldn’t get him fired), then downed a whole extra-large pizza and 3 glasses of jack and coke a piece. Finally around midnight, they found themselves passing the bong back and forth as RAM showed Kid how to work all the remotes in his home theatre, and watching some b-movie with ridiculous physical humor and as much nudity as RAM thought Kid could handle. They shared some more confessions about their pasts, laughed a lot, and concealed the stiff rods they each threw in their skimpy shorts. When the movie ended, RAM turned off the giant tv screen, and they left to go to their separate rooms, but not before the kid threw his arms around his benefactor and thanked him again for letting him move in, helping him save for school, etc. etc. “Seriously Mr. Mar- I mean Ram sir,” the kid almost cried again now, but tears of happiness and relief, so Ram felt no need to stop him. “I don’t know what I would do if you hadn’t offered to help me like this. If I can do anything to repay you, anything at all, just tell me and I will do it.” “Just do the job for now kid,” Ram replied, happy to feel the kid was semi-hard again. “That’s all you need to do…for now.” After leaving the kid in the basement, RAM silently dashed out to the pool house and climbed the stairs to his office. Punching in his 6 digit code and inserting the key from around his neck, he let himself in and hit the switch on the wall. One overhead light turned on, casting the large room in a soft, yellow glow. On a far wall, the over-sized bed sat in rubber sheets, an empty leather cuff at each corner, with three cameras trained on it. Each camera was attached to a tv screen across the room at the desk. Those three sat above another three screens, six in all, which held security cam views on the left and the right, with the bottom-center screen revealing a normal PC desktop. Sitting at the Desk, RAM typed in a password and clicked on an unnamed icon in the bottom corner of the screen. Like magic, the lights over the bed went off, the cameras turned off and all but the desktop screens changed from their previous shots and filled with new images. On the top left: a shot of the kid’s bedroom from the webcam on the desktop computer at the desk, showing the desk chair, room view and good angle on the full bed in the far corner. Top middle: a hidden cam in the light fixture directly over his bed. Top right: a view from a camera hidden behind the mirror in the corner furthest from the bed, showing the rest of the room, including the old weight bench and mirrored closet doors angled to show the rest of the room. Bottom left: a hidden camera from the mirror in his bathroom, giving a nice wide angle view of his locker room style shower (all three heads), toilet, urinal troff long enough for two or three guys at once and double sinks. Bottom right: switchable camera view from over each shower head, as well as direct shots over each drain in the urinal and even a shot from the vent over the toilet to get standing/sitting views on the john. RAM pulled out his glass bubble, torch and a bag of tina as he scrolled through some alternate shots on the center screen including two views in the sauna, two views of the steam room, one view from inside the walk-in closet, one from the laundry room, one view from above the bathtub off the bathroom, and cameras down the hall, in the theatre, on the stairs, a bunch from the home gym and all 10 different cams from the “store room.” He chose to ignore the outdoor cams, main floor cameras, and second floor cameras, scrolling back until he found what he was looking for. The shot from inside the walk-in closet showed the kid sitting on the floor, going through his three duffle bags, unpacking, as it were. It looked to RAM as though the kid was taking each item of clothing and deciding what to keep, what to wash, and what to get rid of. The pile of stuff to get rid of was obviously the biggest and now all the kid had was a new pack of white socks (still in the plastic with a receipt stuck to the adhesive strip keeping them shut), his wrinkled polo shirt, two white wifebeaters, a short-sleeved light blue oxford, a pair of black slacks with a tear at the knee, a pair of blue jeans with some work-out spots, a pair of jean cut-offs, small white rolled fabric that RAM guessed to be more briefs, one pair of well used, but very clean white tennis shoes, and one pair of well-worn but freshly shined black wingtips that looked about two sizes too small for the kid. Combined with the shirt, shorts and (unbeknownst to the kid) “borrowed” briefs in the pool house laundry, and the robe he was once again wearing, and that was all the kid owned…or so RAM thought. As he lit his torch and took a hit from the pipe, he watched as the boy unzipped the third duffle bag. RAM assumed this would contain sheets or towels or something like that, since he hadn’t told the kid he’d be providing those for him until the kid showed up that afternoon. As he expected, out came a stained, crusty looking old towel, but unexpectedly, it unrolled in the kid’s hands, revealing a small gym bag with the name of a local high school. From inside the bag, which seemed to have a busted zipper, the kid pulled an unidentifiable spandex garment, a balled up white cotton piece, a crappy weed pipe, an old zippo lighter, a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant spray, a comb, and a bar of soap. Last item from the bag was what looked like a lanyard with something on the end that seemed familiar but was too small to recognize without seeing it on one of the better cams. As luck would have it, the kid decided to ball up all of the stuff and walk to the bathroom. Once under the lights and HD cams in the bathroom, RAM realized the thing on the end was a small camera. From the looks of it, the camera was an older model gopro, far more expensive even after the newer models came out, than this kid could possibly afford. He was so invested in imagining how he got the camera and what he filmed with it, he almost missed it as the kid dumped the toiletries on the counter and walked out the door between the urinals and the showers, making his way down a small hall past the sauna and steam room and walking into the well-lit gym. As RAM watched, bug-eyed, the kid tossed off his robe and the thin cotton plaid boxers he wore when the pizza arrived, and reached for the clothes he’d found in his gym bag. First the white cotton bundle turned out to be a dirty, disgusting old safeTgaurd brand jockstrap, obviously not originally belonging to the kid, as it was almost too big around the waist, and the pouch was so well worn that it barely contained his package. Second was the spandex mystery outfit. As the kid began to step into the legs, RAM forgot his massive hardon begging for attention, and felt some betrayal. “He said he didn’t have a swimsuit!” He accused out loud to his empty office, while watching the teen pull the spandex up his baby-fat-covered thigh muscles. His anger melted away as the spandex stretched further up until it passed the waist line for any normal bathing suit and kept going. Suddenly some straps appeared and began stretching over the kid’s smooth chest and it dawned on RAM that what he thought was a swimsuit was nothing of the sort. There was no doubt as the kid finished dressing himself that what RAM assumed was a bathing suit or speedo was really something much more fun: a regulation high school wrestling singlet. Emblazoned across the chest was the same high school crest from the gym bag, it reflected the bright gym lights against the schools colors that made up each inch of the garment. Forest Green, black and white from the mid-thigh up to the perfectly framed boy-bulge, around each low-cut arm hole, and tightening sharply as each strap crossed the hairless pecs, shoulders and wound down his chisled back steadily-shrinking to the tiny waist. The only fabric that seemed stressed by the part that it covered was the butt, where the kid’s ample cheeks strained the bright green spandex, turning it into a lighter, more pastel green when he bent or flexed. As the teen began his work out, RAM placed the briefs he’d stolen over his nose, and began to jerk while he took a couple big hits from his pipe, filling the air full of tina clouds, strained through the thin white cotton from the briefs. Imagining the teen’s tight ass sliding down onto his huge organ sent him over the edge and he shot his massive load all over himself. Once his breathing returned to normal, he wiped the cum up with the tighty whiteys and thought to himself ‘when I get back next weekend, I will ruin that teen ass!’

Part 3 My softening cock slipped out of my friends ass as we smoked another bowl and my horniness grew. My friend asked me if I wanted more cock and ass to which he knew the answer. He told me he knew a pace where I could get all the cock and ass I wanted. We dressed and headed to his car. He drove to a warehouse that had all the windows bricked up and a red light over the entrance. We went in and the guy behind the counter asked for my ID, apparently he already knew my friend. My friends payed for me and we went to a private room where we stripped down and smoked a little more before he offered me something that he said would get me hornier than I had ever been in my life. I was already horny and curious and consented without knowing the details. He pulled syringe from his bag. He said all I needed to do was lay back and relax as he worked a belt on my left bicep. The dominant look in his eyes had me lay still as I felt the coolness of the alcohol on my arm followed by a slight prick of the needle. I was mesmarized as I watched him pull the plunger back to get a small flash of blood before he started to empty the contents into my vein. He told me I will feel a need to cough and probably will cough hard while my heart will beat faster and the room will feel warmer. Once he loosened the belt on my arm I felt a warmth in my chest followed by a need to cough. I coughed out 4, 5 times as my friend apparently did his own shot. I was surprised at how horny I had become but was even more surprised at how soft my cock was now. My friend was drastically different, his cock was rock hard and I had noticed but he opened the door to our room as he climbed between my legs and thrust the full length of his 8” cock into my hungry hole. I wanted his cock, I wanted any and every cock I could get and he was giving me a fucking I needed. I moaned and begged to be fucked as he set about to pound my hole. I took a cue from when I fucked him and began to work my ass for his load. He wasn’t one to disappoint when he finally flooded me with his seed. He kept churning his load inside me as we both looked at the crowd that gathered at the door. He asked me if I wanted more cock although he already knew the answer. He told the crowd to come on in and take a ride in the ass he just bred. I recognized some of the guys I had seen on campus. As each guy took a turn fucking and seeding me I thought I recognized a guy in the distance. I was distracted as my friend began to prepare my arm for another shot. I was watching my friend work the belt on my arm as the mysterious figure slipped his nice size cock into me. As I felt the stick of the needle I looked up to see my roommate was the guy about to fuck me when I felt the strong cough. My roommate kissed me and told me that he heard there was going to be new meat at the baths but never thought it would be me. He then began to fuck me and asked if I really wanted his load inside me. All I could muster between saying ‘holy fuck’ was fuck me and breed me please. My roommate buried his cock deep inside my hole and held it there before bringing his face close to mine asking if I really wanted him to impregnate me with his HIV charged load? The drugs had my brain all fucked up, I could only answer with a loud yes, yes, fuck me full of your HIV charged load, knock me up! My roommate wasn’t one to disappoint me as he fucked my brains out and not only dropped one load in my ass. By the time his cock began to soften he had dropped 3 loads inside my well used ass. He kissed me as another guy took his place. He laid down next to me and let me know the weekends where he went away with his boyfriend he was spending at the baths. He could hardly wait until we were back in our room.

Syphilis which I got while in Junior high. After a doctor noticed a red pimple on my penis he told me he was giving me penicillin for my sore throat. I started to tell him I didn't have a sore throat. He told me that my throat looked a little red and he was giving me penicillin for it and that's what he was telling my mother. Neither of us mentioned the red pimple.

Oh my god Scorpion, you have the best way of telling a story. Thank you very much, I´m so glad that you kept the story going!! Nice the way they keep on wrecking his ass, making it a bloody gaping creamy hole!!

PART 8 – NOT A FAG “Fuck yeah, buddy,” I replied, picking up the pipe and motioning toward the back patio. “We’ll definitely smoke some more. But first, let’s see what Brian and Jesse are up to.” Dalton grabbed my arm, taking a half-step backward. “Wait, bro. I just want to be clear about one thing.” “What’s that, bud?” “I know you guys are gay, and that’s cool. I’m totally cool with that. Really. And look, I’m fine hanging out naked if we’re gonna smoke some more of that shit. But…I’m not—well…” “You’re not what?” “I’m not…a fag, OK?” “Sorry—what?” “I said I’m not a fag, bro.” “Ah. No problem, buddy—works for me. Not a fag? OK, then you’re not a fag.” “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, obviously. Like I said, I’m cool with you guys. But I have a girlfriend, and I'm not into dick. OK?” “I understand, buddy. There’s plenty of faggot to go around this afternoon, so I’m cool with you just hanging out—in, you know, a non-faggoty way.” “Great. Thanks.” Dalton’s face relaxed into a sheepish smile. Then he glanced down at his cock, which seemed to be doing everything in its power to close the distance between us—stretching a good eight or nine inches away from his flat stomach, throbbing in my direction as it curved slightly upward, a bead of precum forming at the piss-slit. He laughed appreciatively, causing his dick to twitch. “I guess that smoke makes me pretty horny, huh?” “That’s the best thing about it, buddy. It makes all of us fuckin' horny.” I reached over to the counter and grabbed a shot of G, adding a little Gatorade to it, then told Dalton to drink up. “This shit tastes a little nasty, so make sure to follow it with a chaser.” He nodded and threw the shot back, grimacing as he grabbed the bottle of Gatorade and took a giant gulp. “Dude, what the fuck was that?” I smiled to myself, always relishing those moments when boys ask questions when it's already too late. “Just something called G, bud,” I replied, doing my best to sound casual. “It’s sort of like a strong shot of Jägermeister.” “Fuck, that better be a lot stronger than Jäger, dude. That was fuckin’ disgusting.” “Trust me, buddy.” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder as I felt the heat radiate from his young, muscled body—all those chems just beginning to do their work. “Just trust me, OK?” He nodded, and I led him out to the patio, where my favorite faggots were hard at work: Brian was sitting in one of the deck chairs, his dick lodged deep inside Jesse’s hole. Jesse squatted over him, his shoulderblades pressed against Brian’s chest, craning his neck back for a deep, sloppy kiss. Meanwhile, Brian wrapped his hairy, muscular arms around the jockboy’s smooth body, both of them lost in the glazed-eye twilight of a deep chemfuck. My attention immediately went to Jesse’s ass as it stretched around Brian’s poz dick, the boy’s chem-fueled fuckhole hungrily pulsing in a deep, steady rhythm. I glanced over at Dalton, who had clearly noticed the same thing. “Holy fuck,” he said under his breath, absent-mindedly reaching down to grab his dick. The sound of his voice—deeper than usual, with just a hint of a growl—immediately brought Brian and Jesse to attention. “Fuck! I'm so fuckin' sorry, Dalton,” said Jesse, doing his best to sound ashamed while keeping that raw dick firmly lodged in his hungry hole. “We didn’t mean to freak you out. Is this OK?” “Yeah, it’s cool, buddy,” Dalton said hoarsely, trying to signal his approval with an awkward wave of his hand. “Gay shit doesn’t bug me, bro. You know that.” “Well, that’s a good thing, straightboy,” Brian replied, his eyes locked on Dalton’s. “Because this gay shit won’t be stopping anytime soon. There’s no fuckin’ way I’m pulling out of this boy’s hole until he’s dripping with my cum.” Dalton hesitated for a moment, lost in the intensity of Brian’s stare, before letting out a forced laugh. “Hey, do your thing, bro. Just don’t count on me joining in.” “Fine by me, dude,” Jesse replied. “More dick for this faggot.” “That’s right boy,” Brian said to him, thrusting his cock just a little deeper. “Now show me what a hungry chempig you really are.” The two of them dissolved back into a kiss, and Dalton and I stared at Brian’s fat dick as it grew fatter still, stretching that boyhole even wider than before. “It’s all good,” I said to Dalton in a low, quiet, even voice, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder—and causing his cock to jerk upward with another twitch. “Why don’t you head inside, and I’ll find you some good pussy porn?” “Fuck, that sounds good to me,” he said with relief, seemingly unable to stop staring at Jesse’s pulsing fuckhole as it milked the precum from Brian’s poz cock. “But hey: weren’t we gonna smoke first, bro?” “Oh, damn! My bad, buddy. Here you go.” Once again, I held the pipe to his lips and heated the bowl, letting the tip of my cock graze his outer thigh as I whispered instructions to this newest chempig-in-training. And once again, he inhaled a lungful of smoke, leaning his head back and blowing a giant cloud—his hips countering with a slow, sensual forward-thrust of his cock. I fed him two more hits after that, each time letting my dick rest a little more firmly against his leg. Then I gave him a friendly smack on the ass and told him to meet me inside. As Dalton walked away, Brian moaned softly, his eyes following the rise and fall of our Neighbor Boy’s muscled ass. “Please tell me I get to fuck that boy now,” he said under his breath. “I can’t fuckin’ hold back any more.” “You will—don’t worry,” I replied. “But first we need to solve a tiny problem.” “What’s that?” “Well, see…he’s not a faggot. According to him, anyway.” “That’s nothing new,” said Brian. “True. I’ve seen dudes with sloppy asses dripping 10 fresh loads, yet still claiming to be straight.” “Fuck that. We’ll make this boy a faggot, and make him fuckin’ like it. We just need to help him see things…our way.” “Ah: the power of persuasion.” “Fuck no,” Brian replied. “The power of a nice fat slam.”

Predators and prey (Part 4) Michael was almost paralized. He was looking with big eyes at the man who was standing above him and shouted at him to lay flat on his back. The man with the scorpion tattoo was dropping to his knees between Michaels legs. “Are you playing dumm or what?” he sneered and punched him into his face again. Like a doll Michael’s upper body soared to the mattress. He saw stars in front of his eyes and heard a voice from a far. Someone was told to hold him down. Michael was in a world of pain right now. He held his hands in front of his face and was moaning. Then he felt strong hands who pinned his shoulders down to the mattress. His hands were pulled away from his face and two guys knelt with their knees on either side of his upper arms which also caused overwhelming pain in his system. “Are you ready for your first fuck cunt?” the Scorpion asked him rhetorical. He took Michael’s legs and pressed them towards his chest. This way his was opening up a bit. “You” he nodded to the left guy. “Lift your knee from his arm for a minute” The guy did as he was told. “Listen cuntface. Come take a grip of my bat and feed your pussy with my dick” Poor Michael didn’t feel his arms anymore. He tried to regain control. “You better hurry, or do you want to get a beating?” the Scorpion asked him in an evil tone. Finally he could move his right arm and reached towards his ass. Soon he felt the guy’s penis. He started stroking the dick slowly. “Aaaaah nice. You are a good cunt. Yes you bitch, make me harder. Make my dick so hard, that I can wreck your cunt with it. “Don’t worry…. it hurts just in the beginning. I could make it easier for you with lube, but what fun would it give you?” he asked Michael. Not that he cared about Michael’s feelings right now. “Put my cock to your fuck tube. Yeah- hold it there. Hold it tight against your opening” he ordered the twink. Finally he started pushing his dick against the dry fuck opening. Michael started to moan instantly. The harder the Scorpion pushed the louder did the 18 year old scream. The Scorpion lashed out and hit Michael twice in his face. “Open up….. Open up….. UP UP UP…… relax your sphincter and let me in you pig” he shouted. “Come on let me stab you a couple of times with my dick and you will see, the blood will make it easier for me, for the other guys and for you.” he growled. “Stupid cunt” he grouched. Another voice told the Scorpion, it would probably be better to use at least a little amount of lube, so they could start the action finally. The Scorpion’s dick was rock hard. That was not the problem. The problem was this little fag who cramped too much, that even with a full hard cock, it was unable to break the barrier. Someone handed the Scorpion a tube and he slit out of Mike’s hole. He started to apply the lube on his cock and was still cursing, because his plan had not worked out. “I…. I will try…. try to relax Sir” Michael stuttered. “Yeah – that’s good whore. Open your cunt for us. If you are milking us good you might get a gift from everyone for your effort.” the Scorpion chuckled. “Yes Sir…. I…. I…. I like gifts. Thank you Sir.” Michael talked softly. Again he helped the Scorpion to hold him against the center of his tight opening. His right arm was immediately pushed down to the mattress again. This time the Scorpion was more successful. With one stroke he brought 6 inches into Michael’s pussy. The boy was gasping and then started with a loud and whining tone. It was like a siren, coming deep from the depths of his body. The Scorpion pulled his dick out of Mike’s ass and slammed it back in. Again the cunt stopped him at about 6 inches. “What now? Do you want me to cut your sphincter?” the big guy screamed. Some of the other guys were excited about the aggressive act. They couldn’t wait to rupture the intestine of this almost virgin guy. Others were concerned. Hard fucking was one thing and the guy obviously wanted getting fucked. They all saw and heard the words in the beginning and even now Michael had helped the rough guy to actually enter his body. He even stroked him before to get harder. “I’m gonna rip you open – and if it is the last thing I do. You will let me into your body you stupid fuck” he swore loudly. Again and again the Scorpion stabbed into the cunt with a great force and all of a sudden he started sinking more and more inches into his fuck puppet. Finally all 9 inches were buried into Michael’s ass and the Scorpion roared triumphantly. “Now let’s try to make you bleed. Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck your fucktube so hard? Do you want it to be shredded? Hmmmmm….?” the Scorpion asked callously. Michael nodded. He didn’t seem to actually get it, what was just happening. When the Scorpion started to almost pull out, he enjoyed slamming his prick back into the virginal hole. “Yeah…. moan for me. Make me hard. Milk my cock with your cunt.” he uttered aggressively. A third man entered the hut. He held some pieces of woods in his hands. It was not large. Two minor wood wedges. Guys help me for a second, to rip his mouth wide open. I don’t want to lose a finger, but since Michael was so into the fuck rhythm he didn’t realize at first what was happening in his face. Only when the pressure at his jaws was so high, that he wanted to scream, he realized he couldn’t close his mouth anymore. “Now isn’t that nice” the third guy complimented himself for this good idea. “Now we can use his mouth also and we don’t have to be afraid of him biting us. The guys cheered all loudly. Michael rolled his eyes. He didn’t know what hurt more. His nose, which seemed to be broken. His jaw and mouth, that he couldn’t close anymore or his ass, which was repeatedly stabbed. His whole body seemed to be one big pain. The scorpion started now a rabbit fuck. He fucked the poor boy in such a pace, that Michael could only grunt like an animal. He wasn’t human anymore. The Scorpion looked down and saw red streaks of blood at his penis. The guys saw this and cheered enthusiastically. “This is good…. this is good boy… you are doing a good job. Keep that ass up. Let me ram my cock harder into your pussy.” Michael squealed like a pig and tried to move his ass a bit higher to avoid the hard fucking penis, but in the end he even gave the Scorpion a better angle to attack his asshole. The Scorpion was now able to rotate his dick always in another angle. So he touched Michael’s intestine at places he never even knew they existed. The two guys holding Michael still down called for the third chap to start chocking the little whore with a dick in his mouth. The guy didn’t wait for long. He had his jeans unbuttoned already and lowered himself from the front. Most guys were jacking off at the spectacle. They couldn’t see Michaels face anymore, but they heard the noises escaping from his fucked mouth. He retched pathetically. You could also hear soft sobs while he was fucked from both ends now. The Scorpion was sure. By the end of this session they would double penetrate the virgin slut. He would wait ‘til the end…. he wanted to try to fistfuck the boy as the big finale. With this scenery on his mind he started to erupt into Michael’s ass. He flexed his ass cheeks, while stream after stream of his highly toxic semen entered the torn up snatch. “I fucked my gift into you. Do you hear me? Your first dick and you got already fucked up.” he snarled dangerously. Michael couldn’t concentrate on those words. He was trying to accommodate to the huge bat made out of warm flesh in his tight throat. The Scorpion withdrew his bloody dick slowly and stood up. His knees were shaky. As soon as he left the area between Michaels leg, another guy from outside the hut entered Mike’s already ripped up pussy. Michael felt the new dick filling his ass and all of the sudden his own cock started to harden. “Filthy whore” muttered the fucker and started his steady fuck pace. Michael yelped again, as the new cock entered him with 8 inches in a roar and he felt the pressure of the guy, beating against his intestinal walls painfully.

you made it worth the wait my twisted friend - love the increasingly nasty direction this is moving in. you combine the filthiest erotic content with skilled story telling to produce breeding-zone fiction in a class all its own. i'm addicted.

It doesn't affect me. I've said before that my first partner trained me to learn to take his big cock by getting used to sitting on the big fat pole and riding it while he jerked me off. When I came, he wiped up my cum off his chest, pushed me off him and onto my stomach as he lubed his cock with my own load and finished his fuck. I loved it. I soon learned to love cock in my ass any way I could get it but that little extra incentive was excellent positive reinforcement. I always liked the idea of getting fucked with my own load as my lube. It was like I had to earn my lube. Last night I was feeling my versatile oats and was fucking this beautifully built young jock who didn't have any idea who was fucking him, just that it was another cock when a guy came in from behind me and pushed himself inside my own hole. 8-10 strokes was all it took and he began to cum. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and began pumping my whole body downward to meet his thrust as he pounded his nut deep inside me. Five or six of those depth charge lunges and he was spent. The whole room was into it as he was grunting loudly with each one. When he with drew, I reached back and wiped a handful of his seed from my ass crack as it spilled out and lubed my own cock back up and re-entered my boy. I leaned forward and said " here is a little of the guy behind me for you too" then I pounded out my nut lubed by his. I felt it was the least I could do since I accidentally intercepted a load he might have gotten next. lol. I'm nice like that. He got two recharges in one load. But back to the question, no.

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 16 (Teachers’ Pet) The email read: Crossroad’s Motel. Tomorrow night 7pm. I’ll be home late. The Crossroad’s Motel was a sketchy hotel on the edge of town that charged in 3 hour time slots. I did my best to rest my aching ass for the next 36 hours, and then around 5pm the next day, I cleaned out my money-maker, threw on a jock, and headed for the hotel. I gave the clerk my name and she tossed me a key, clicking her tongue and shaking her head. It was 6:45 when I walked into the hotel room, I almost fell over from the shock. Standing and sitting around in various stages of nudity were 7 of my teachers from the past 12 years of my life. Before I had time to process this, I was being grabbed and the door was shut and locked behind me. I felt powerful hands rip my shirt down my back as another pair of hands roughly unbuttoned my fly and tore my fly to shreds. A mouth clamped over my mouth. It was Mr. Thomas, my third grade teacher. His tongue swirled in my mouth as I looked into his eyes and he placed my hand on one of his flabby tits, prompting me to play with his hairy nipple. He took me roughly by my face and turned my head to the left where a wad of spit splattered across my cheek. It dripped into my mouth as I recognized Mr. Jacobs, my middle school P.E. teacher wiping his mouth from the saliva he had just showered me with. In contrast to Mr. Thomas’ pot belly, saggy chest, and jowly face, Mr. Jacobs was still broad with muscle and chiseled abs heaving in and out as his handsome face sneered at me saying, “You were such a fucking tease in 8th grade, you little cunt. I’m so pissed that I wasn’t the first one in those holes when I know you wanted them back then.” I looked down to Mr. Jacobs’ 7.5 inch cock standing at attention, thick with veins. He jerked his meat a bit and slapped me in the face as I felt a tongue lunge into my ass. I instinctively bent over and was force fed a nice fat 7-incher that belonged to Mr. Holden, my high school Spanish teacher. He was tall and lean, in his 30s, and his precum poured into my mouth. One of my hands was placed on Mr. Thomas’ cock, which was enormous…much bigger than I had ever though this toad-ish man would be packing. It was fat and uncut, measuring in at probably 10 inches. Mr. Jacobs took the place of the tongue, spitting on my hole and his dick, and slid himself into my fuckhole. I squealed on the thick cock in my mouth as Mr. Jacobs started sawing into me. I could feel his juices dripping down my nut sack and onto my jeans, which were just barely half way down my thighs. The teacher that had been eating my ass came into view. It was Mr. Sawyer, my elementary school principal, stroking a nice 8 inch piece that he proceeded to push into my mouth next to Mr. Holden’s dick. I gagged and slurped on both cocks as I squeezed Mr. Jacobs’ cock with my pussy. “Suck those cocks, you piece of shit,” Mr. Holden snarled. “Fuck yeah, take all that dick,” Mr. Jacobs said and spit on my back. This provoked two or three of the other teachers to spit on my back and in my hair. Mr. Jacobs reached up and rubbed it into my skin and scalp. Abrubtly, Mr. Jacobs pulled out of me, and I was flipped onto my back on the bed. With my ripped jeans still tangled around my legs, Mr. Lyell – my pre-Calculus teacher – held my ankles while Mr. Thomas (3rd grade teacher) pushed his supersized cock into me, his stomach flopping over my tiny dick. Meanwhile, Mr. Jacobs (middle school P.E. teacher) stuffed his dirty cock into my mouth saying, “Suck your ass off my dick, boy. It’s your juice, get it off my dick.” My eyes darted to the right to see Mr. Garth – my kindergarten teacher – and Mr. Middleman – my Sunday school teacher – watching me get reamed and jerking some pretty big cocks of their own. Mr. Garth was ancient with a distended belly, sunken cheeks, and a 8.5 inch uncut cock, leaking a string of precum through the foreskin. Mr. Middleman was a fit guy in his 50s, still wearing a wife beater T-shirt over his muscular chest and flat stomach, stroking a 7-inch beer can cock with some of the biggest low hangers I had ever seen. The huge dick inside of me trenched out my guts again and again making my boy cunt spasm and convulse in an orgasm. I felt my jeans pulled the rest of the way off of my legs by somebody leaving me only in my jock and one sock. “I heard you came just like a bitch,” Mr. Thomas (3rd grade teacher) laughed at me. “Yes sir,” I garbled through Mr. Jacobs’ cock. “My turn,” Mr. Thomas said and I felt a wave of semen flood my insides. I moaned and came again, letting Mr. Jacobs’ cock flop out of my mouth as I wrapped my legs around Mr. Thomas trying to milk every drop of sperm from his expanding meat. His fat belly rolled and slapped over my tight body as he collapsed on top of me, spent. With a firm slap to my face, Mr. Thomas pulled out of me with a sticky plop. My gaping hole was filled by Mr. Garth immediately. He must have been 70, easily and as I felt his 8.5 inches hit my colon, he clamped his mouth over mine. “Who woulda’ thought when I was teaching you ABC’s that I’d be fucking your pretty pink hole raw one day?” he murmured in my ear. He began a series of strokes into my cunt where he pull all the way up and crawl quickly up to my face to shove it in my mouth and then go back to a full stroke into my hole. My insides were in constant shock with each sudden stab, and my mouth was flooded with varying strong tastes of ass juice and cum depending on how much got trapped under his foreskin with each thrust. Suddenly, on one of his thrusts, he stayed inside of me. He groaned and his hand grabbed my hair violently, pulling my head back. His mouth just over mine, he said, “Fuck, your little boy insides are making my old cock cum hard. Take my dirty seed, cunt boy. You deserve my old man spunk.” And with that he clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me deep. I felt his dentures move against my tongue and my ass came as he poured his poz spunk into my boyhole. “Let’s really stretch the slut,” Mr. Jacobs (middle school P.E. teacher) bellowed and he pulled me off of the enormous cock, flipped me over, and before I knew I was riding his 7.5 inches, the drastic curve up stabbing me right in my prostate. Without missing a beat, Mr. Sawyer (elementary principal) saddled up behind me and pushed his 8 inches in next to Mr. Jacobs. I howled and thrashed, only to be muted by Mr. Middleman (Sunday school teacher) taking me by the jaw and placing his beer can in my throat. As I was DP’d, Mr. Middleman brutally face fucked me, his huge balls slapping my chin noisily. They were so big that they would swing up and slap my cheeks sometimes. I drooled, coughed, and choked on his delicious cock, feeling his amazing balls gradually tighten. He just kept a hold of my hair, calmly talking to me, “That’s it, you fuck hole, take all that cock. You have to make up for the fact that you have a tiny dick instead of a pussy. You should have a pussy, that was just a mistake. You don’t need a dick, you need more holes. Open that throat, take my monster, make me cum. Come on, fuck toy, be a good cum bucket, be a good receptacle for semen, you little piece of bitch. Cunt out on those cocks.” I moaned and whimpered, my ass pulsing and cumming every few minutes. Mr. Middleman tapped Mr. Sawyer on the shoulder. Mr. Sawyer immediately understood and pulled out of me. Mr. Middleman jumped into his place and the beer can ripped my asshole as it pushed in next to Mr. Jacobs. I screamed out as Mr. Middleman pummeled my overstretched boy pussy like an animal with a need to breed. He reached around and pinched my nipples hard grunting, “You’re a fucking cunt, you’re such a fucking cunt, are you a fucking cunt?” “Yes,” I breathed out, in tears. “Are you a fucking cunt?!?!?” “Yes!” I cried. “ARE YOU A FUCKING CUNT???” “Yes, God, yes!!!” I pleaded. “ARE YOU?????” “I’M A FUCKING CUNT! I’M YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” I screamed almost ready to pass out from the violent fucking I was getting, my hole torn and stretched without regard. Mr. Middleman shook and grunted, pulling my head back by my hair and going back and forth between slapping my ass and slapping the side of my head as he shot forcefully into my guts. I yelped and cried as he used my hole as nothing more than a place to put his spunk. As his orgasm subsided, he continued to fuck into me until he went soft and my ass squeezed him out. He stood up and put his sloppy, but still fucking big, dick into my mouth which I greedily sapped for its ass and dick juice. I could feel Mr. Middleman’s jizz leaking out over Mr. Jacobs rock-hard cock as it continued to fuck into me with its steady rhythm. Mr. Jacobs powerful hands took me by the legs and spun me around face away from him. His curved dick hitting me in a new spot, me whimpering at the new angle. My legs were hoisted up and Mr. Lyell (pre-calculus) slid his long 9 inches into me, reaching past Mr. Jacobs and making me ass-cum immediately. I bucked and thrashed but Mr. Jacobs held me steady. As the two men fucked into my backside, Mr. Sawyer, put his cock into my mouth still slick with my cunt juice. I sucked Mr. Sawyer’s dick like a pacifier and tried to enjoy the fucking I was getting. I felt like my cunt was going to fall off, but I grunted and tried to be a good whore. Mr. Jacobs started egging Mr. Lyell on, “Yeah, feel those pink walls? I told you there’s nothing like a raw boy pussy. Come on, Mike, let’s cum together. Just think about this little bitch half your age taking your nut. Yeah, there’s nothing he wants more than your nut right now. Just think about the fact that you’re in him and own him right now, nothing between you, skin-to-skin. Your thick load is going to be with him forever, come on, cum with me.” “I’m close. I’m gonna’ blow, man!” Mr. Lyell spat into my face even though he was addressing Mr. Jacobs. “Let’s do it. Let’s knock this faggot up!” Mr. Jacobs yelled. I felt Mr. Jacobs swell first and I breathed in with a gasp, but immediately after, Mr. Lyell’s cock got much much thicker and I thought my stomach was going to burst. Both of them let loose, spurts of cum volleying in different rhythms from each cock, hitting my sensitive innards. I was wracked with pain and pleasure as these already-large cocks got even bigger, trying to impregnate me in what I knew was a futile effort but what felt like they had definitely found my womb and it was being fertilized. Both men’s muscled relaxed and their breathing got more steady and their cocks jerked and pulsed with tiny waves of left over need. Mr. Jacobs tapped my ass twice and I pulled myself off of his semi-erect cock. My hips were immediately grabbed and I was brought up onto all fours, Mr. Holden (Spanish teacher) pushing his fat 7-incher into my sloppy butt hole. Right away, he began taunting, “You a bitch? You a bitch?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Act like a bitch then. Bark for me. Bark like a bitch, bitch,” he jeered. I did as I was told and started to bark and yelp like a dog. All the teachers started to laugh at me so I stopped. “Don’t you stop, bitch,” Mr. Holden said, “You a bitch, you act like one. Bitches don’t care if they get laughed at, come on.” So I started barking again and fucking back onto his cock while the other teachers laughed at me and spit on me. Soon, Mr. Holden’s fucking got harder and harder. He grabbed my hips and plunged in as far as he could go. I winced but he yelled, “Bark, bitch, bark for me!” And I began barking like an over-excited Chihuahua as he emptied his balls deep in my bowels. He stayed there, his dick just shooting into the deepest parts of my ass, his hips married to my ass cheeks until he was totally done. Then he mutter, “You filthy cunt, barking like a dog. So fucking pathetic,” and pushed my ass off of his dick. I turned around to clean his cock off, but he held it out of my reach. “You want this, bitch?” he asked. “Yes, sir. I want to taste it,” I begged. “Then be a bitch and piss yourself right now.” “But sir…” I started. “Fuck you, bitch boy. You wanna’ eat your cunt and my cum off this cock, you piss yourself right now like a bitch,” Mr. Holden demanded. I looked into his eyes and knew I didn’t have long to decide so I laid back and focused on peeing. I felt the urine travel down my dick and I soaked my jock strap with it. It trickled down my balls and into my ass crack. The teachers all laughed and teased me, but Mr. Holden shoved his dirty dick into my mouth and I got what I wanted – to taste my ass and all those different loads on his dick. “Now make yourself cum,” he ordered. I moaned in question and looked up at him. “Take your tiny dick out of your jock and jerk it off with my dick in your mouth. You only have like 30 seconds or I take my dick back,” Mr. Holden instructed. I immediately took out my 4-incher and jerked it madly as I sucked the sludge off of Mr. Holden’s cock. The teachers were all laughing and commenting on how small I was, how much like a clit it was, how it was the same size in kindergarten or 3rd grade. I shot off my small load within a minute, which Mr. Sawyer scooped up, rubbed over his dick, and slid into my hole with me on my side still sucking Mr. Holden’s cock. Mr. Sawyer’s big 8 inches felt amazing right now and I cooed and mewed around Mr. Holden’s dick as Mr. Sawyer gave me a nice hard fucking. He played with my nips and fish-hooked my cheek as he enjoyed my cummy hole. Within 5 minutes, he was filling me with my 7th load of the night. I collapsed on the bed exhausted, but was soon scooped up by Mr. Jacobs, carried to the bathroom, and dropped in the tub. I started to get to my knees, but Mr. Holden said, “Just lie there, bitch, like the cunt slut you are.” So I laid in the tub. Mr. Jacobs added, “And keep your mouth open.” I opened my mouth just in time to feel the first stream of piss hit my face. I don’t know whose it was but pretty soon there were multiple streams of urine covering my body, flooding my mouth and nose, and drenching my hair. All 7 men emptied their bladders, pissing up and down my smooth hairless body and into my face and mouth. I sputtered a bit, but just enjoyed the warm nasty bath and drink I was receiving, reveling in what a whore I was. These men had enjoyed my body, degraded me, and gave me their seed. They planted their babies inside of me and now they were dismissing me by peeing on me. One by one, they finished and walked out of the bathroom or stayed to watch the others finish. Finally, the bathroom was empty and I had a small puddle of piss around my urine-soaked body. I heard the door open and close, open and close, open and close...until I knew that they had all left. Left with me drenched in their semen and piss. Fuck, why did I love this so much. Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 17 (All’s Well That Ends Well) About a week after the Teachers’ Gangbang, I got really sick. So sick. I knew what it was, I had been waiting long enough for it. On the 2nd day of feeling like shit, my father said, “Finally!” He abruptly said he was heading away for the weekend. I thought I was going to die, I was so sick and there was no one to take care of me. I didn’t know what to do so I texted The Beast: Hi Joe, it’s fuckhole. Please don’t get mad that I’m texting you, but I don’t know who else to turn to. I came down with the fuck flu and my dad left town for the weekend. I can’t even stand up to get any food or medicine. Even if you just got me something to help me sleep and some food that you left in my room, I would really appreciate. I’m so sorry to ask, but I didn’t know anyone else that would understand. In less than a minute, he texted back: Be there in 30 minutes, boy. I kind of floated in and out of sleep until I felt a strong hand on my forehead. My eyes half opened and I saw The Beast standing above me turning on a digital thermometer. He smiled, “If you didn’t look so pathetic, I’d put this someplace else.” I kind of grinned, but was too exhausted to laugh. He put the thermometer in my mouth. I floated out again, but was woken up by the beep of the thermometer. Joe looked at it and said, “Not too bad.” He gave me some medicine to alleviate some of the symptoms and made me some soup, which he fed me because I was too shaky not to spill it. After I finished the soup, I said weakly, “Thanks for coming over. I know you didn’t have to. I’m sure you have other things you could be doing on a Friday night. It’s early yet, you can still go have some fun.” The Beast gave a little laugh and said, “I’m not going anywhere, douche bag. This part sucks.” I looked up at this stunning man and said, “Thank…” but I fell asleep before I finished my appreciation. I woke up again to The Beast spooning me from behind. He was naked and erect. I started to stir a little but he simply said, “Shhhhhhh.” He pulled my underwear aside and nudged his lubed cock against my hole. “Just relax and enjoy it,” he said. I was so weak that my asshole gave no resistance as he pushed his thick tool into me. It stretched and hurt, but The Beast was gentle and only fucked to my second ring, but not past. With steady, slow strokes he massaged my insides with his hard cock. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned, in a daze. With little more than a grunt and some easy moaning, Joe unloaded inside of me, fucked it a bit deeper into my cunt, and then said, “I’m gonna’ make you some more soup,” before pulling out of me and leaving the room. Joe took care of me all weekend, making me food, giving me medicine, and changing my sheets when I sweated them through. He would fuck me from time-to-time when he needed to cum, but always more gently than he ever fucked me before or would ever fuck me again. When I woke up Monday morning, he was gone. He had left a note though that said: No thanks necessary. You’ll be fine. No further contact is needed. Joe. I cried for about an hour. I was so thankful for what he had done for me, but the fact that he never wanted to hear from me again, tore me apart. My father got back later that day and started pimping me out to clients immediately. He showed me more and more disdain as time went on. About a month later, I officially tested positive, but my father made no move to start me on meds. Every time I asked, he would tell me to “shut the fuck up” and “you make more money this way.” He insisted that when it was really necessary, we would put me on meds, but until then my toxic cunt was worth more to him. One day, I checked my email account and it said: Kinky dentist wants to fuck in his office. 7pm today. 456 West Elm Street. Suite 506. I went there just like I would any other client. It was after hours and Dr. Hilton answered the door. He was a man in his 60s with a pointy chin and nose, bushy eyebrows, and a somewhat pinched face. He was taller than me and thicket than me, but not fat. Without saying a word, he brought me into his office. He turned me so I was facing away from him and undid my pants, dropping my pants and underwear to my knees. He bent me over and undid his fly. I felt his thick head at my hole. Gob after gob of spit fell from his mouth onto his cock and my ass. He rubbed it over his head and pushed into me. I grunted and tried to open my hole for him. He eased into me until he was totally inside. He was big, not the biggest, but big. His cock thickened at the base so every stroke stretched me at the end. Dr. Hilton fucked me harder and harder, me hanging on to the chair and trying to meet his thrusts. Finally, he grabbed one of my hips and one of my shoulders, and slammed into me 6 times, releasing a shot of cum with each final stab. He quickly pulled his cock from my ass, put it back in his pants and zipped up. I thought I was done, but he pulled my pants up and threw me in the chair. He tilted the chair back. I thought he was going to face fuck me from behind the chair which I thought would have been hot, but instead I felt restraints slap over my wrists. Well, my dad DID say that he was kinky. It took no more time than that thought for Dr. Hilton to slap a restraint around my ankles too. I looked at him with big saucer eyes, and he spoke for the first time, “Your father wants your teeth removed.” “What???” I squeaked. “He can get more money if your teeth are removable. So I’m doing him a favor. I got that freebie in exchange for removing all your teeth. So let’s get started. I have dinner plans at 9.” “Please, please, whatever he told you, I’m not game. I don’t want this,” I pleaded. “It’s not your choice. You’re his cunt to whore out. That’s clear from the websites.” Dr. Hilton said coldly. “This has got to be illegal!” I shouted. “So is accepting money for sex,” he responded. “This is so fucked up!” my eyes followed him around as he gathered his tools. “The teeth I’ll make you will be just as nice if not nicer, Matt. After you recover from the initial extractions, you really won’t mind. Just imagine, you can take out your false teeth and have nothing but soft pink gums to suck those big dicks with.” “I do just fine with the teeth. You should have let me blown you. You’d have seen. I never get complaints about teeth,” I made my case. “Sorry, kid, I promised your Dad. It’s not about whether or not you nick some dick with a tooth. It’s about the fact that guys get off on you being such a whore that your teeth have been removed so your mouth is nothing but a fuck hole. You get it. I don’t have to explain it to you.” “Please, please, please…I’m begging you,” I looked into his eyes as he came toward me with the gas mask. “It’s already done, son. Just try to relax.” Tears streamed down my face as the mask was clamped over my mouth and nose. I looked up into his steely green eyes, begging. “It’ll all be done before you know it. Let the gas do it’s job.” I whimpered, resigned to my fate when I heard a loud crack from the lobby. “What the—“ Dr. Hilton said, but before he could finish his thought, the office door flew open and there was The Beast. The gas was starting to make me fuzzy so I thought I was hallucinating. “Get the fuck off him!” Joe said. “Who the fuck are you?” Dr. Hilton asked. “If you don’t take that mask off him, I will beat you fucking senseless and then call the cops,” The Beast said. “It’s taking everything in my power to not punch you right in your ugly fucking face right now so fucking DO IT!!!” Scared, Dr. Hilton took the mask off my face. Joe pushed him into the tray of tools and unfastened the restraints. Too weak to walk, The Beast threw one of my arms around his shoulder and helped me out of the office. I started to regain some sense of reality as we passed the splintered lobby door and proceeded to the elevator. Well, it wasn’t until later that night that I found out my father had been bragging to Joe about what he was planning on doing. Joe kicked my father’s ass until my dad told him the address. Joe told him to never come near me again. That’s when he came to get me at the dentist. I asked him, “Why? Why did you do this? Why do you care? You said you never wanted me to contact you again. And I have NOTHING…no clothes, no money, nothing. Where am I going to go?” Joe rolled his eyes, “Here. You’re going to go here.” “I can’t get on my feet in a week or something, Joe. I’m fucked.” “Listen to me, boy. You’re going to stay here permanently.” I was so confused, “But you said—…” “You’re so stupid,” Joe said. “I told you to not contact me because I’m in love with you and I don’t want to be. But I am.” I looked at him in disbelief, but then smiled broadly. “Don’t get any crazy ideas. You’re not my fucking wife and we’re not adopting some Asian baby or any shit like that. You’re still my fuck hole…and I will be pimping you out just like your Dad did…BUT I’ll never pull any of that shit like he did today, and we’re going to get you on meds, and you’re going to sleep in my bed. But you’re mine. I will fuck who I want whenever I want without any lip from you. And you fuck me and who I say you fuck, but no one else, got it?” “Absolutely,” I said, with a goofy grin. “Now climb on my dick,” he said pulling his cock through his fly. I stripped off my pants and underwear and wrapped my cum-filled cunt around his massive cock. I bounced up and down on him, milking him for all I was worth. He took me by either side of my head, pulled my face to his forcefully, and for the first time kissed me…and it was deep and passionate, and I came simultaneously from my cock and ass. My convulsing pussy pushed him over the edge and he bit my bottom lip, muttering, “Take my load, you fuck hole.” He shot streams of cum into me, fucking up into my bowels and kissing me, crushing my body to his. When he was done fucking his kids into my hole, he pulled off my mouth and said, “I love you, Matt.” I gulped and said, “I love you, too.” We lived like that for four years and it was amazing. He fucked whoever he wanted, and that was fine. I had no reason to be jealous. He loved me and I never questioned that. He showed it in so many ways. I got plenty of sex too. He was always fucking me and he was always pimping me out, which as much as I hate to admit it, I liked. More than liked, I lived for it. It didn’t matter how gross or disgusting the person was, I liked being used and knowing that someone was paying for my holes…and that I HAD to do what they wanted and take what they gave me because it was my job to be a whore. It’s what I was good for, what I was put on this Earth for. So many guys were so jealous of us. We would go out to bars and take home the hottest guys. Whoever we wanted. One time, we saw Kurt out. Remember Kurt? Well, he certainly had come into his own. Big old pig bottom, poz, biohazard tattoo on the small of his back prominently displayed as he walked through the bar shirtless with assless jeans on. He let anyone stick it in right in the middle of the bar. The Beast did, right against a go-go pole…and I was right there between Kurt’s legs to lick up the cum-sludge from his earlier conquests as well as suck out the Beast’s cream once Joe was done with Kurt’s hole. Joe and I could have lived like this forever. We hardly ever fought and when we did, we were more concerned with the fact that we had possibly hurt the other one’s feelings than we were about our own point of view. It was really special and sexy what we had. So you can imagine how devastated I was when Joe was killed in a car accident when I was 23. I thought my life was over. It was a rough year and I was very self-destructive. Drugs, going off my meds, taking risks. I eventually found my way back on track. I had a stupid job at some convenience store but at least I was back on my meds and not suicidal. Just think, I had planned on going to college at one point. Anyway, believe it or not, I was nursing a vodka tonic and some gay bar in the city when who should walk through the door? Jordan. Remember Jordan? We got to talking. He had had his own fucked up path. We both laughed about how “straight” he was in high school as he fucked my ass several times a week. “Yeah,” he said, “I guess you could say I’m still bisexual ‘cause I like pussy, but God, a lot of girls hate me. I’m not so good at not getting caught with my dick in a guy’s ass.” That sent me into hysterics. He told me that he was poz now and loved knocking up college boys. I told him about Joe and me, and the fact that I missed being pimped out and the situation I had with him. We talked until the bar closed and then went back to his place and fucked like animals. He gave me three loads that night and although he was still rough and treated me like a whore, he was a great kisser. We kept fucking for a few months and ended up falling into the same relationship that Joe and I had. Jordan would pimp me out and he would get to fuck whoever he wanted. We love each other and we’re good together. Granted, it’s not what Joe and I had, but it’s close and we make each other happy. And he still has that sadistic grin like the first time he made me ass-cum… …which brings us to where I started – Me waiting for my next “client” thinking about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy he’s sold my cunt to. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me, “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna’ be a doozy. Get some rest.” My ass is up in the air facing the door that I left unlocked. I hear the door open, someone enter the room, and the door lock behind him. I hear his clothes hit the floor as he positions himself behind me. He rubs his fat head against my drippy hole – Jordan pre-lubed me with a fuck and a load of cum before I headed out. The stranger moans as he pushes his thick veiny cock into my used cunt. Whoa, really thick. I feel his balls hit my taint and I guess that he’s about 7.5 inches, which is a nice length. I can fuck a cock that size forever without any problem, and it does nothing but feel good. This faceless cock starts fucking into me and I hear him moan, “Fuck, that’s good hole!” I freeze. I recognize that voice, where do I know that voice from? Do I dare look? I can’t help myself, I have to know. I look back over my shoulder and can’t believe who’s fucking into me. “Long time, no see, son,” my Dad says, and I start to ass-cum. THE END.

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 10 (The Week - Day 2) I woke up to The Beast peeing on my face. Choking and coughing, I laid there remembering where I was as his piss splashed into my mouth and nose. Knowing I was awake, I thought he’d stop but he unloaded his whole bladder onto my head. Once his streamed subsided, my nostrils cleared enough to smell the piss, cum, sweat, and grime that covered me head to toe. I smelled like a whore. The Beast’s piss had liquefied some of the dried cum, making my skin slick and creating a goop in my hair. He threw a set of clothes down on the floor next to the mattress and said, “Get dressed.” “Can I shower, sir?” I asked, certain he wasn’t taking me anyplace like this. “Fuck no, you can’t shower, cunt. Come on, hurry up, I’m hungry. You slept all day.” So covered in the semen of all those strangers, wet with The Beast’s morning piss, and with my hair disheveled in several clumps of cum, I pulled on the shorts, T-shirt, and flip flops that he had provided me. He put his enormous cock back in his jean shorts and said, “Let’s go, faggot.” He took me to a Denny’s. I couldn’t believe it. I was mortified, but I didn’t question it. He acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. He got out of the car with a small duffel bag, waited for me to close my door, and clicked the alarm on. Then he strode ahead of me, not really paying attention to whether or not I was close behind or the people that were already starting to stare at my appearance. I got through the door in enough time to hear him say, “I think a booth, thanks.” The hostess lead us to a booth, parading me through a dozen or so other patrons, all whispering about my appearance as soon as I passed. When the waitress came, The Beast ordered a large breakfast even though it was already 5pm. When she turned to me, I opened my mouth to order, but The Beast chimed in, “He’ll have a fruit smoothie. The berry one. That’s it.” She took our menus and went away as he said, “Can’t have you getting messy. You should eat really light this week.” I nodded and waited for our food. The Beast started asking me questions about my college plans, etc. I told him I was interested in Sports Management, which lead to a discussion on which sports I followed and what I thought of the current baseball season. It was the longest period of time he didn’t call me pussy, cunt, or faggot since we’d met. The food arrived and we both ate…well, he ate and I drank…our breakfast and continued our conversation. After finishing his meal, he abruptly stopped the conversation by saying, “Okay, pussy boy, it’s time for tonight’s adventure.” He slid the duffel bag across the table. “There’s an empty enema, a couple of dildos, and some lube in this bag. Go into the handicap stall in the bathroom here – it has it’s own sink – and clean that cunt out real good. Then spend some time opening up that hole with these dildos. It’s for your own good ‘cause I have a treat for you tonight.” I took the bag and went into the bathroom to follow his instructions. I cleaned out my fuckhole really well and then I lubed up my ass, fingering my pink hole gently at first. I was pretty sore from the previous night and I wanted to ease myself into the sex toys. Eventually, I worked the smallest dildo into myself and then the medium one and the large 10X7 rubber dick into my cunt. All the while a steady parade of patrons came in and took a piss at the urinal or used the stall next to me as I softly grunted my way through my self-inflicted ass-opening. In the middle of working the big boy into me, a man came in and unleashed a steady stream into the urinal. I’d recognize that strong stream of piss anywhere. I was proven right after he zipped up and slammed a palm on the door of my stall, “Let’s go, cunt.” I pulled the dildo out of my ass, threw everything into the duffel bag, and pulled my shorts up. When I came out of the stall, The Beast was already headed out of the door. He had taken care of the check and we headed straight for the car. As soon as I got into the passenger seat, he threw a sizeable butt plug in my lap and said, “Put that in you.” As he started the car, I lifted my ass off the seat and dug my hand into my shorts with the butt plug. With some slight maneuvering, I lined it up with my now open hole and forced it passed my ring. He whimpered a bit as it came to rest in my rectum. He put the car in gear and said, “Now enjoy the ride.” We drove for quite some time, enjoying some more conversation. This time about his history in college football, a serious injury that prevent him continuing to play, getting into construction, his marriage, his divorce, when he realized he was meant to fuck bitch boys like me. All the while, the butt plug pressed against my insides, keeping me open and causing my little dick to leap or my ass walls to quiver when we would turn suddenly or come to a stop or start moving again. “Here we are,” The Beast informed me. We had driven to a major city about 2 hours away from where we lived. I hadn’t even noticed we were in the car that long, but there we were in the parking lot of The Crow’s Nest, a bar that I had heard about since I had been turned into a cum dump. It was a well-known leather bar. He grabbed another small bag and said, “Strip.” Again, no questions. I just took off my shorts and my t-shirt. “Let’s go,” he said, and we were out of the car and headed into the bar. I was naked and crusted with piss and cum and he paraded me through this crowded bar. The patrons ranged from huge and muscular to old and vile. Most had on leather – harnesses, chaps, some collars. The Beast lead me straight through the crowd, not paying attention to the hands fingering my hole, slapping my ass, and touching my muscled torso; not caring about the studs laughing at my pathetic endowment; and clearly, expecting the trail of scum bags following behind me to see where my master was leading me. The Beast went straight into the men’s room. I followed him in and saw him plop the new duffel bag on the sink counter. As a small crowd of men filtered into the restroom, The Beast took a dog collar from the bag. He motioned me over and I obediently went to him. He secured the dog collar around my neck as I watched the scarier looking members of the crowd lick their lips. “Get on all fours,” The Beast said simply as he removed a leash from the duffel bag. As I crouched into doggy position, exposing the butt plug lodged in my ass, the crowd began to buzz with comments: “Hot fucking hole…” “…true motherfucking whore, finally…” “…now THAT’S a sweet pucker…” “…atta’ boy, be that slut…” “…a faggot that knows his place…” The comments and attention made me start dripping from my little pecker as The Beast strung the leash around the pipe of one of the urinals and then fed it through the loop of fabric that was the handle. He then fed the padlock through the metal ring at the end of the leash and the metal rings on either side of the collar. The padlock clicked shut and he dropped it. My head sank for a moment under the weight of the lock. I wasn’t going anyplace. He took three more items out of the duffel: a metal device, a bottle of lube, and a bottle of poppers. He handed me the bottle of poppers and said, “Take a big whiff.” I snorted four or five whiffs of the poppers while The Beast lubed up the metal thing. He positioned himself behind me and I tried to relax, wanting to please this God. He pulled the butt plug out of me with a pop and eased the metal object into my waiting gape of a cunt. It scraped a little but it wasn’t very big so I was able to manage it fairly easily. That’s when I felt it grow. I could tell The Beast was twisting something like a key and with each turn the metal item seemed to expand. Holy fuck, he had put a speculum inside of me. He just kept stretching my pussy wider and wider, the crowd around us growing and egging him on to open my ass bigger. Finally, he stood up, pleased with how distended he had made my rectum. He turned to the patrons of the bar and said, “Okay boys, here’s the story. My boy is your urinal tonight, okay? But that’s it. He’ll take piss and cum in either hole. There is to be no fucking.” A groan of disappointment erupted from the crowd. The Beast said more loudly, “NO FUCKING! And I’m fucking serious! If I find out that one of you fuckers put your dick in his mouth or his cunt, you’ll be sorry, and you know I mean it.” The crowd murmured again in agreement, recognizing the severity of The Beast’s threat. “Go ahead and fill him up, boys. I’ll be back later.” And with that, The Beast walked out of the bathroom, and presumable the bar, leaving me at the mercy of this bar of sexual deviants. The initial onslaught was dizzying. All these cocks jerking madly around me. None of them were small, they were all on the big side and I was secretly wishing they had been among the strangers from last night. As the pigs intent on contaminating my holes with their seed, a few less patient guys decided they needed to take a leak first. “First deposit, bitch!” I looked over my shoulder to see a bearded bear in a harness start to shoot a stream of piss directly at my hole. Later on Xtube, I saw the footage of this captured by one of the bastards on their phone. The speculum held my cunt open and I could see the red walls of my ass clearly. The bear’s fat cock was sending a steady stream of urine directly into the open hole that once was my ass and was now a urinal. I could feel the hot fluid fill my guts until it bubbled and flooded out of my stretched fuck hole. Just then, the first breeder started grunting and pushed the fat bear aside. The breeder – a shirtless muscular, tanned stud in his 40s clad in assless chaps – put his dick head right at the opening of the speculum and ejaculated 5 big shots of cum into my exposed chute. He zipped up and left, slapping me on the ass and saying thanks. “Open your fucking mouth, cunt!” Instinctively, I opened my mouth wide and got a huge stream of pungent piss fill my mouth quickly until it was running down my chin. The source was an old guy in a leather vest and jeans. Once emptied, he slapped his floppy cock on my forehead a few times before zipping up and leaving the bathroom. I focused on the droplets of urine I could feel in the middle of my forehead as two more thick dicked trolls jerked their dicks directly into my shitter followed by a tall, lean, furry bald guy jerking his dick in my face, ordering me, “Open your mouth hole, you stupid whore!” Of course, I complied and felt ropes of semen across my tongue and on my lips just as I felt the cum in my ass slip out of the speculum and coat my pussy lips. The line of guys was steady all night, pissing in my mouth. Sometimes all over my face. One guy even held my eye lid open and pissed right in my eye as I howled from the sting. Others had fun watching my cunt fill up with their urine, a long arc of yellow landing in my stretched opening like a game at a carnival. Still others just wanted their DNA in my ass and jerked it straight into the gape. No one broke the rule, no one fucked me. I just stayed on all fours in a gathering puddle of piss and cum. My knees were aching, and yet the lowlifes kept coming and cumming. Eventually, my legs gave out and I fell belly-down into the puddle of urine and seed. The speculum pinched my insides from my collapse but I could feel it still doing it’s job, and although my mouth wasn’t as easily accessible, my hole was still wide open and guys continued to fill it with their body fluids. And still, even though my head was flat against the cold, wet linoleum slick with fresh pee and semen, some guys enjoyed just pissing on my face and watching my tongue lash out trying to lap it up since The Beast had promised BOTH holes until he got back. At some point, I must have passed out because I woke up to The Beast kicking me with his heavy black boot. “Come on, faggot boy, you’re used up.” All my joints ached and tried to bend them before standing. I reached my hand between my legs and discovered that The Beast had already removed the speculum. He roughly unlocked the padlock, freeing me of the collar and the leash as I asked, “What time is it?” “Five o’clock in the morning,” he responded, “Time to go home and go to bed.” “Yes, sir.” He stowed the supplies in the duffel bag and threw me my clothes. “Let’s go,” he ordered and walked out the door. I quickly put on my shorts and t-shirt, afraid he would leave me without a second thought. I caught up to him in the parking lot, half stumbling and half limping to his car. I noticed that he had covered the passenger seat with a towel, not wanting me to ruin his upholstery with my dripping snatch. Nothing was said as we pulled out of the parking lot, and I almost immediately fell asleep as soon as we were on the highway. Upon returning to The Beast’s house, he shoved me towards the basement door, “Your bed is exactly how you left it.” I looked at him pathetically as he sauntered off to his comfortable King bed in the master bedroom. I retreated to the basement and my piss soaked, cum smelly mattress. I curled up in a ball, snuggling up to the pillow. The mattress was still moist from where The Beast had woken me up with his piss and I touched it with my hand and then my cheek as I began to doze, thinking, “He still hasn’t fucked me.” That realization almost made me cry as I fell asleep and dreamed that this would change tomorrow. More to come...

Going class to class the next day was torture. My best friend laughing behind my back and showing people the pic on his phone. Jordan slapping me in the face whenever he passed me in the hall. And Deanna sending one of her friends over to break up with me. And then in the middle of 7th period, I check my new email account and there’s a message in my inbox. It was, of course, from my father under a new email address: PimpDaddy4Poz0915@gmail.com. It read: Be in your room on all fours, ass to the door, in a jock for this event: And then it had a web link pasted in the body of the email. I clicked on the link and my phone took me to the internet. It was some barebacking website and the link was a party announcement that read: New cum dump whore already pozzed but hasn’t had the fuck flu yet or tested positive. Cum and make sure his conversion takes. Wednesday night from 8pm until the last load is delivered. $3/fuck. And then it gave our address and had the pictures that he had taken of me posted. I could just imagine all of the diseased men looking at the pic of my inked ass – POZ FUCK HOLE. I bet they were going wild. I started to choke up but quickly clicked my phone off and tried to focus on American History. I didn’t really see my dad at all the next two days and I was anxious as hell. What the fuck was he doing to me? Three dollars? That’s what my hole was worth, my health, my dignity? I was a nervous wreck all day Wednesday, but about half way through the day, I also noticed that I was getting harder and harder. My puny penis wouldn’t go down. I was mortified. My body was actually looking forward to being a toxic cum dump tonight. Tears flooded my eyes as I realized, once again, just what an emasculated pussy boy I was. I didn’t eat anything that day, only liquids. If I was going to take a lot of cock, I was sure they would be sticking it in my mouth and I didn’t want to be messy at all. After baseball, I went home and started to clean out with that douche. I did it a lot to be sure. I slipped into another one of my jockstraps and crawled on to my bed at about 7:55pm. Positioned on all fours with my ass hole displayed to the door, I waited. The door opened and I looked at my bedside table iPod docking station. It read 8:02pm. My degradation began. “Stay where you are,” it was my dad. “Don’t look behind you.” And then I heard it. A buzz, a murmur, and I realized that were several men waiting outside of my bedroom door. I had no idea how many, it could be dozens, I couldn’t see, and my father had instructed me not to turn and look. “Lube your ass,” my father commanded, pouring some lube into my hand. I reached under myself and fingered some of the lube into my hole. There was some moaning and gasps from the men waiting in line as they watched me finger myself. I imagined this was making them hard and hornier. My father threw the container of lube on the bed along with a bottle of poppers and turned to the door. “Okay, gentlemen, the cunt is open for business. Please have your three dollars ready.” I heard the first man approach the bed and hand my Dad some bills. “Nice,” the stranger hissed as I heard his belt open and his zipper descend. He rubbed a rather thick cock against my hole and then sunk it into my almost healed pucker. I bucked a bit and cried out, “Fuck!” I took a few hits of poppers to help me in my unwieldy task of taking all the cocks waiting outside my bedroom. “Goddamn, that’s a sweet hole. I’m gonna’ take care of you real good. Make sure you got the bug,” he cajoled as his tool went to work stretching my pussy. I stayed in position and let him ream my butt, his droopy balls banging against mine. My father was at the door talking with my future clients so I looked back over my shoulder. There was a flabby guy in his 60s, white stringy hair all over his saggy chest, and wrinkled droopy skin hanging from his belly. He wore glasses and had a large nose with a copious amount of hair protruding from the nostrils, his face decorated with aging spots. He looked right in my eyes, “Sweet boy pussy gonna’ take this old man’s load, huh?” What the fuck??? I was hard! My tiny cock slapped against my stomach, and looking right in his ancient eyes, I curled my lip and said, “Fuck right. Fill me up, grandpa.” What was I saying? The old man’s hands gripped my waist tighter and he began brutalizing my guts with his big cock until he was grunting and giving me my first load of the night. “Take my dirty seed, cumhole!” he roared as he buried his jizz in my man-womb. The disgusting old man pulled his cock out of my ass and came around to my front. His dick was pale with random white hairs up and down his shaft. It looked gnarly and aged. He shoved it in my mouth and said, “Clean your fucking ass off my dick, boy.” And I did. I slurped and relished every drip of extra cum and ass juice that was on his big 60-something year old cock. As I was cleaning him up, another cock slid into my chute. I squealed on the old man’s dick as my asshole accommodated a very differently shaped appendage. It was long, not as thick but really long. And he just kept long-stroking making me feel the entire length with every thrust. There was that feeling again. I couldn’t speak because my mouth was full of cock, but the unseen stranger behind me just kept hitting me deep and suddenly my ass was convulsing and spasming. I whined and whimpered on the old man’s dick as my body was wracked with an orgasm. At the height of my internal, the dick in my ass started to pulse and quench my cunt’s thirst with another load. “That’s right, fuck hole, take another charged load up that pussy. Get you pregnant, break you in for all the others,” he growled as he emptied his balls. As his cum hit my insides, my ass started spasming again and I had another orgasm, bucking and rutting with a cock in both holes. As my orgasm subsided, a round of applause went up from the waiting men. I let the soft old cock fall out of my mouth and looked behind me as the other guy pulled his soft dick from my shitter. He was a tall skinny geeky guy in his 40s, who simply slapped my ass and said, “Nice cunt,” as he walked out of the room. In a fog, I saw my dad was at the door collecting three dollars from a variety of other men. As my vision cleared, I focused on the next top approaching me – a large black man with a huge uncock cock dangling between his legs. He had a full smooth belly and a moustache. He must have been in his late 40s/early 50s. He spit on his dick and said, “Daddy says you’ve never had black dick in you.” “No sir,” I replied. “That’s about to change,” he said and pushed his hardening dick into me. I screamed out, feeling him get larger as he sunk deeper into my hole. More poppers and my cock socket started to open more. I whimpered and asked, “Are you poz too?” “We’re all poz, bitch. We’re here to make sure you are too.” And he proceeded to fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked. I was screaming and thrashing about, but he just kept slamming me harder and harder until he tensed and shot a powerful spurt of toxic jizz into my rectum. And then another and another…there were seven shots all together and as he pulled out, I felt cum dripping down my balls. Clearly, my ass was already overflowing with the diseased cum that was being put in me. My lips were pushed apart by his slimy black cock and I started sucking his ebony tool. I tasted that metallic coppery essence again and that’s when I placed it. It was the same as when I would suck a cut on my finger or something. It was the taste of blood, which meant I had bled on Saturday afternoon and that I was bleeding now. I didn’t have time to think too much about it because the black guy starting pistoning in my mouth because I had paused and another dick pushed past my O-ring. The invading phallus was short and stubby, but hard as a rock. This was when I learned that small dicks hurt even more than big dicks, but with no pleasure attached. His pointy little guy stabbed and poked into my sensitive ass walls without filling me up or actually getting deep enough to send sensations through my body. It was just uncomfortable and annoying. Even though I was trying to choke down the black monster that had just demolished my cunt, I began flexing my ass, trying to milk the small-dicked top faster. He grunted and moaned, dropping another poisonous load in my hole. I let the black dick escape my mouth and looked behind me to see who the small dick wonder was. He waddled out of the room with his clothes in hand, a gross little man with a pot belly, a hairy back, and zits all over his ass. A fucking troll had just pozzed my ass. Just then I felt something wet hit my face and realized that the black dude was cumming again, ejaculating all over my cheeks, forehead, and lips. My tongue flew around trying to taste some of it as he walked away from me, and another cock was shoved in my ass. It went on this way all night. Ugly men, old men, fat men, muscular men. Big dicks, thick dicks, long dicks, short dicks, fat dicks. But all poz dicks. My ass was covered with cum, both dried and fresh. My boy cunt was just overrun with toxic seed, spilling from my pussy every time a new cock would be introduced to my asshole. My dad continued to collect three dollars from every sick fuck that wanted to pozz me, and I just took it. Eventually, a guy wanted me on my back and so there were a dozen or so that I was looking straight at when they trenched out my innards and loaded me up with more disease. I was looking straight at the Mexican dude when he spit in my mouth and told me to carry his AIDS babies. I was eye-to-eye with the smelly fat guy with the beer can cock when he informed me that he wasn’t on meds and that his viral load had reached an all time high and then proceeded to pump a huge amount of his semen into me. And I was cheek to cheek with the gorgeous bald daddy with the super cut abs and the huge pecs as he lied his complete weight on me, his 9” baby maker sawing in and out of my battered cunt as he whispered in my ear, “I’m pretending you’re my real son. He just turned 18 too. He lives with his mother, but he’s so hot just like you. And I’m imagining it’s his cum covered asshole wrapped around my dick right now. Tell me to breed you. Say ‘Daddy, please breed me.’” I wrapped my arms and legs around him and begged, “Daddy, please breed me.” Instantly, his cock was shooting off in my hole and he was panting, “Yes, Billy, fuck yes, take Daddy’s semen, take is cum, take it in your beautiful cunt.” I’m assuming Billy was the name of his son. He relaxed on top of me, catching his breath. After a few minutes, he said, “You’re a good boy,” and he pulled his big dick out of me and left. At one point, this bear dude had me riding his big 8 incher when another guy got behind me. I felt him start to push against my already stuffed hole. Before I could resist, the bottle of poppers was shoved under my nose and I inhaled deeply. My cunt opened up more for the second dick as I was DP’ed for the first time. I looked behind me and saw a young college muscle jock with a big 10 inch cock lodged up my hole next to the bear’s dick. Even with the poppers, I opened my mouth and just started letting out animalistic cries and grunts as the two tops simultaneously fucked my twat. Another internal started in my ass and I began to really bear down on their fat pricks. I started to call out, “Yes, yes, fill my cunt. Get your three bucks worth! Fuck out this poz cum dump with your big cocks! Use this three dollar whore!” My cunt started twitching and convulsing which knocked the two in my ass over the edge and my pussy was once again flooded with toxic HIV jizz. By the end, it started to wrap up, resembling a small gangbang. There were about 6 guys left just trading out from one of my holes to the other. I was high on poppers and cum, and just taking whatever dick was put in whatever hole I had. My bed was streaked with cum, lube, my ass juice, and a little pink from my destroyed cunt. Finally, there was only one guy left. This nasty guy in his 50s, kind of gaunt, balding with a white crown of hair. He was pigeon chested with knobby little nips surround by stringy silver hair and a stomach of loose skin speckled with liver spots. His dick was thick and long with a large purple head, and he treated me like I wasn’t even there. He told my father to get me on all fours so my father ordered me into the position and I got there although I was utterly exhausted. I looked at the docking station. It was 5am!! This guy plunged into my gut with his huge cock and just started slamming away into my ass. “The boy’s got really nice hole, man,” the guy complimented my father. “He was born to take random dick,” my father agreed. The old fart asked, “So he hasn’t gotten the fuck flu yet? Hasn’t even tested poz?” “Nope, but when he does, holy fuck! He has so many strains swimming around his guts, God knows what they’ll find. No telling if meds will even touch it. But I’ll still put him to use until he won’t turn a profit anymore. By then, he’ll be an adult and I can kick him out on his own.” I wanted to cry to hear my dad talking about me that way, but he was just being honest. My life as a cum bucket had really begun. “Fuck, I’m gonna’ cum. I’m gonna’ fill your son up with another poz load, man!” “Do it,” my father egged him on. “Make sure it takes. Make sure that he’s fucked! Charge his ass and help him fulfill his destiny as my own little poz cum whore!” The old guy pounded me harder than he had been, swatting my ass really hard and grunting. He punched my left ass cheek and grabbed me by my hair. Painfully, he pulled me back onto him with the tuft of hair he had entangled in his fingers and shot spurt after spurt of diseased spunk into my ass. Instinctively, I had an internal orgasm on his twitching cock. He pushed me off his dick, thanked my father, and left. There I lie on my bed, covered in crusting cum, HIV semen leaking out of my ass, and exhausted, ready to just sleep in all of this filth. My father knew it too. He went to my door, turned back and said, “You realize that you never once came? You never ejaculated. Just came with your ass. Do you have any doubts now whether or not you’re meant to be a pimped out poz whore?” Leaving me with that thought, he turned off my bedroom light and shut the door behind him. I began to fall asleep covered in spent lube and warm cum, sliding on top of my bed toward a pillow that smelled of the musky scent of ass. I welcomed the soft pillow, breathing in the slightly stale smell of the assholes that had inadvertently sat on my pillow while fucking my ass or mouth. The last thought before I passed out into a deep slumber was, “I need to remember to check my new email account first thing in the morning.” More to come…

The entire bathroom was done in slate, the shower merely a step down in the corner of the room, covered on one side by a clear glass wall and the other two covered with the slate that continued up from the floor. A sturdy showerhead jutted out from the wall. “Get on your knees,” he growled as he shoved me into the slate enclosure still wet from his morning shower hours before. My knees harshly rubbed against the stone floor, and I looked up at him holding his soft cock. It was still incredibly impressive, still gorged with blood, at about 8 fat inches of juicy man meat. “Please don’t…” I started to implore, but before I could finish my plea, a pale yellow stream of urine erupted from his tasty piss split and hosed down my chest. It was wonderfully warm, like the water in a heated pool, and the smell was somewhat indescribable. It was strong but not repulsive while clearly the scent of something debaucherous and nasty. He stopped the flow for a second to command me to open my mouth. I did so without questioning though I really didn’t want to drink his piss. “Hold it in your mouth until I tell you to spit it out, understand?” I nodded in disbelief that I had been lowered to the status of a urinal. His jet of piss restarted, aimed directly at my pie hole. I collected his fragrant amber fluid in my mouth until it was overflowing and dripping down my chin onto my clit-dick, now soft and even more pathetic looking. Once again, he retracted the steady flow. Eyes expectantly wide, I looked up at him, begging him to let me spit out the pee that was making me feel like a cheap, worthless public restroom. “Swallow it.” My eyes got bigger, surely he wasn’t serious. “I mean it, every drop. You should honor and appreciate anything that comes out of my body. I just sired you, bitch. I gave you my kids, passed on my gift, and showed you your true calling. Anything that I produce from my holes should be your favorite meal…so swallow my piss, fuck hole.” I steadied myself and then closed my mouth and drank my first (but not my last) piss cocktail. The aftertaste haunted my mouth and nose, but I looked up to him proud of showing him proper respect for his bodily fluids. And actually, after the fucking I had just sustained, the nasty drink was somewhat refreshing, and I found myself wanting more. I cast eager eyes up to him and was met with an abrupt spray of piss all over my face. I knew he did it just to degrade me and a part of me did want to cry as his urine splattered across my face and all over my body. “Wash your hair with it, piggie.” He managed to keep shocking me. “Don’t just kneel there like a whore, really be a whore. Scoop some piss off your body and the floor and wash your hair with it, you worthless hole!” I cupped my hands and tried to scoop up some piss from the slate, and then I massaged it into my hair. Tears were definitely flowing now. When I went to scoop up some pee from my body, what should catch my eye but my newly erect boy-dick. I couldn’t believe it! As I cried and rubbed another man’s urine into my scalp, my sorry-excuse-for-a-cock was hard as a rock. “You pathetic cum dump, look at that little miniature dick standing straight up. What a pitiful motherfucker, this REALLY is what you are, a fucked out, piss soaked, pozzed up boy cunt.” All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.” “Stand up, pussy boy,” he barked, the bombardment of piss having stopped. As I faltered, I felt his beefy hands grip my waist to speed my ascension back to upright and turned me to face the wall. I felt his sausage thumbs apply immense pressure on the small of my back, forcing me to bend over, catching myself with my hands on the slate wall. He wrapped his hand around the base of his puffy cock, pushing all of the blood still escaping his erection toward the last five inches of his tool. Without a word I felt it at my sore, worked over cunt, and soon is was lodged in me a few inches. I couldn’t believe he was ready to fuck again…but that’s not what he had in mind. A warm sensation rushed into my bowels, completely washing through my insides. My God, he was peeing inside of my asshole. I moaned, reliving the sensation of being ejaculated into, though this was slightly different. It was more consistent and stronger. And more degrading. I truly was a human toilet. My mouth and ass is where you go to relieve yourself. I have no worth beyond this…collecting fluids from bigger men than me. These thoughts were interrupted by an incredibly full, bloated feeling in my abdomen. Of course, all that piss was ballooning my insides and corked with his big rod. Finally, the flow of urine stopped and he leaned forward to give me instructions, “Okay, when I pull my dick out, I want you to clench your hole as tight as you can so you keep all of that piss and cum in you. I want you to squat down, not kneel, but squat and suck my dick until it’s hard again, got that?” I simply nodded, and he said, “Good bitch.” He pulled his meat from my anus and I contracted my hole as hard as I could. The discomfort was intense as it began to make me cramp a bit. I squatted in front of him and took his cock, still dotted with rivulets of pee, in my mouth and began sucking it. “Aw, come on, I already taught you this,” he said annoyed and grabbed the back of my head. Once again, he skull fucked, brutally using my mouth as if it were a pussy he was raping that he had no respect for or concern for leaving it in any kind of usable condition. I gagged causing my asshole to spasm open and propel some of the piss, and presumably toxic cum, out of my ass. “That’s it, faggot. That’s what I want. I want to see your choking clear that cunt out.” So he continued to assault my throat with his ever growing manhood, instigating my gag reflex and causing my newly seeded pussy to convulse and slowly but surely expel all of the piss and cum he had just forced into me. This went on for about 5 minutes until my ass was just making wet fart noises when I would gag. “Okay, it’s empty. Take a shower, faggot, and meet me in the bedroom.” He abruptly walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to shower and regroup my senses. I showered as quickly as I could, not wanting to anger him and anxious about what was coming next. I dried off and walked into the hallway, easily finding the master bedroom. He was on the bed, sunlight pouring through the window, shafts of light tossed across his furry muscular pecs, his tight trunk-like stomach, his dangerously powerful legs, and of course, his ten and a half inches of man at full mast. It was already glistening with lube as he stroked it. “Come over here and get on it, fuck boy.” Knowing that begging him for a reprieve would do no good, I climbed onto the bed without hesitation, straddled him, and pulled my ass up high enough to connect the end of his cock with my hole. I pushed out on my hole to open for him and began to sit down. Fuck! Would this ever get easier? (The answer to that is ‘with him, no’…he would disembowel me whenever he fucked me.) Loud guttural noises and high pitched whining poured from my mouth as I tried to sit down to the base. He brought the bottle of chemical up to my nose again, “Take a hit of poppers, cunt.” I inhaled deeply into both nostrils and felt my battered walls give in. Once I had him completely in me, he said, “Get yourself off. Ride that dick and beat your tiny meat until you cum again. Use my dick. I want you to fully realize that you used another man’s REAL cock to make yourself cum like a woman.” So I did. He just lied there, but I bucked up and down; I got up on my feet and gently used the whole length to caress my prostate; I took him deep, pressed firmly against my colon to make me whimper and jerk my boy-clit faster. It was humiliating, and yet, it felt SO good. The pain was exquisite and soon, ropes of cum were shooting all over his torso, my four-incher going almost immediately soft. “Lick it up,” he ordered and although I wasn’t crazy about the taste of my own cum, I hopped off his cock and lapped it up obediently in mere seconds. As soon as my cum was eaten off his stomach and chest, he got up and positioned himself behind me doggy style. He slammed the entire length into me in one stab, sending me into a bout of screaming and howling. His hands pulling on my waist kept my butt firmly planted against his hips, and he advised, “The poppers are right there. I think you should take a hit.” I hit the poppers hard and as soon as I had the cap back on, my asshole was railed with excruciating brutality. The poppers were turning the wreckage into pleasure, but I couldn’t catch my breath as my guts were repeatedly tossed aside to make room for the massive invasion of his cock. He rammed it in one final time and kept it there. I was trying to catch my breath and wipe the sweat from my face when I felt the dull point of something against my ass. I didn’t realize what he was doing until I heard the familiar squeak of a marker. “Wait—“ I began. “You hold your position and don’t even think about saying or doing anything. Just shut the fuck up and stay on all fours like the breeding bitch you are.” He continued writing whatever it was he was writing on my ass. Mid-way through, he asked, “What’s your best friend’s name?” “Matt Bennet, why?” “Don’t you worry about it.” He had finished writing, and he pulled his cock from my hole about 3 inches, and then I heard the familiar shutter release of an iPhone taking a picture. I looked back over my shoulder. That fucker had gone through my stuff and gotten my phone while I was in the shower. “I know this is making you upset, but don’t think about doing anything about it. Just stay there,” he warned. He tapped away on my phone and I recognized the sound of a sent text message. He threw my phone on the bed in front of me so I could see what he had done. Staring me in the face was a text conversation between me and Matt with the last entry being from me saying, “Great Saturday! I’m finally taking big raw cock up my ass like I've always wanted to!” and a picture of my ass stuffed with my assailant's junk. On my tight white hairless ass - decorated with a few pink hand prints still – was written in black marker CUM DUMP. And a little lower on my right butt cheek was scrawled the word CUM with a little arrow pointing to the place on my crack where my hole would be. I was devastated. My best friend was going to get this picture. He would know that I was a worthless bottom bitch. I started to cry as the beast began to drill me again. He slowed his pace, wrote something else with the marker, snapped a picture, and went back to mercilessly pounding my cunt. He fucked me down on to my stomach, his entire body pressed to mine, crushing me with his weight. His legs and hips moved his cock into me at a different angle making me cry out in a new high-pitched shriek, but he just kept sawing into my hole. Once again, he changed positions, putting me on my side and scissoring my legs so that he was straddling my left leg and my right leg was on his shoulder. I didn’t believe he could get deeper, but this proved me wrong and I scrambled for the poppers, sniffing them for dear life as he plunged through my inner ring again and again, but this time managing to get further past it. The poppers helped but I was still clutching the sheets, biting into the pillow, screaming, and crying. That’s when my iPhone chirped. The top just chuckled as the plowing of my cunt continued and I reached for my phone. I swiped the icon across the screen and read the message from my best friend. “Dude, what the fuck? I always kinda’ knew that dick head Jordan Micelli was right when he would call you a fag! But with a dick that size in you, you’re a REAL faggot! You’re a sick-o. Leave me the fuck alone!” The phone was swiped out of my hand and he read the message. He mocked me, “Oh, what a shame. I guess being an anonymous fuck hole cum bucket isn’t going to get you a lot of friends. Just a lot of cum. And piss.” Violently, he flipped me onto my back, his dick never leaving my shitter. Once on my back, my legs on his shoulders, he methodically pumped into me, his balls banging against my ass like a bell tolling the coming of a great event. He grabbed by phone, clicked a few options, and turned it to face me, showing the second picture he took. The words that he added across the top of my ass were POZ FUCK HOLE. I whimpered and he threw the phone down on the bed and began to slam into me with new vigor, grunting and cursing. I looked down my body, taking so many things in: his toxic tattoo slapping against my ass rhythmically, his stomach muscles clenching as he drove another fucking home, my soft useless dick flopping around as I was used for the hole that I was mean to be, and his hard eyes looking directly into mine. “You want that poz cum?” “No, please, I don’t.” “Yes, you do. Really think about it. If you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t still be here. You want that release, and I want you to ask me for it. Beg me for my load.” “I can’t.” “You’re not getting it until you beg me for it, which means I just keep fucking you until you’ll never be able to hold a shit in again, hear me?” “Please. I just want a normal life.” He snorted, “Not after today. It’s not in the cards. You were never meant for a normal life. You barely have a dick and you crave submission to real men. A normal life isn’t for you. My toxic cum is for you and you want it. So just give in to it and beg me for it.” Something in me snapped. My body’s needs suddenly took over and although my brain was still saying “no,” my body was sick of having to be inhibited by it. My legs fell from his shoulders and wrapped around him tightly, the heels of my feet digging into his muscular ass, pulling him into me and meeting every vicious thrust. “Yes! Give me your pox load! Give it to me. Fill me up with your toxic babies, make me carry you DNA with me forever. Please, I’m begging you for it. I need your poison in me, it’s worth it ‘cause it’s yours. I hand my hole over for you to deposit your dirty spunk into my worthless cunt. Please.” He taunted, “Maybe I’ll pull out and cum on the bed.” I panicked, wrapping my legs tighter and contracting my pussy walls to keep him from escaping. “No, please no…don’t waste it. Put it into me. Let it sit inside of me and do its job. Knock me up with your disease and then toss me aside like the worthless cock sleeve I am. Please, Sir, please, I need this. I need you. I need your poz seed!” That knocked him right over the edge and he groaned, “Here comes my jizz, you stupid cunt.” Once again, I felt the monster lodged in my bowels pulse, spraying my insides to overflowing with HIV ridden semen. I imagined his swimmers scattering to find every nook and crevice in my ass in search of a home to take root and fester. Once every drop was emptied into me, he pulled out with a sloppy plop, and immediately shoved a small butt plug into my stretched hole to keep the cum from spilling out. Checking his watch, he said, “A little after 4:30. Perfect. Time for you to go home.” As I slipped back on my jock and shorts I realized that at no point in time had this man ever kissed me. I really felt like a whore now. And as I picked up my torn shirt knowing that I would be heading home shirtless, I realized that I didn’t even know his name. Worse than that, he didn’t know mine. “I just realized, I don’t know your name.” “So?” he retorted. “Well, I mean, you just loaded my ass, I thought—“ “You need to stop thinking. You’re a set of holes. Got that? Why does a set of holes need to know my name?” I tried again, “Well, my name is—“ “Shut the fuck up. I don’t care what your name is … I don’t want to know it. You’re my possession now, my boy cunt.” “What?” He explained, “You father owns your ass now. Believe me, he owns it, but you’ll always be my boy, my fuck hole. Oh, you’ll be mad at me for a while, but soon you’ll start thinking about me and the moment when I poured my juice into you, changing you forever. Giving you my DNA, my baby, and you’ll feel lucky to have carried it full term. And you’ll want to be my fuck hole again, to feel the lack of identity, the lack of choices, the lack of distinction. Just one more fuck hole for me to knock up, but to you, I’ll always be the one who broke you.” What he was saying sunk in, and I wondered if he was right. Would I feel an instinctive urge to come back and be his fuck hole again and again? Did I really want to be a nameless poz cum dump, but was having trouble letting myself go for it all the way? I guess only time would tell. “Now go home,” he said. “Your father is waiting for you.” More to come…