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***This is a long chapter, and probably the last one. I might continue the story but will likely do that in The Backroom.*** CHAPTER SEVEN Reluctantly, we both took quick showers before heading out the door. I really enjoy feeling the after effects of sex on me, and of course smelling them. But given we were going to be in a crowd, it was only polite. Mind you, in that crowd, no one would care. We’d just get a lot of grins and stares maybe. Not that I mind, but I don’t want to make Pat uncomfortable. I just want him to see what everyone else sees. When we walked up to the patio at my favorite bistro, the place was packed. But I spied one lone free table for two off to the side and made a beeline for it before anyone stole it out from under us. I took a chance and grabbed Pat by the hand before I maneuvered through the crowd. For one, so he didn’t think I was ignoring or ditching him. And secondly, so all of the rest of these drooling bitches know that he was with me. Okay, that may sound more possessive than a trick should be. I have no claim on Pat, but I was feeling like his bodyguard at the moment and he was my responsibility. I think he was a little surprised to feel my hand on his, and he seemed to want to pull away for a moment, but then he just . . . didn’t. Instead, he followed me to the free table. As we both sat he leaned over the small table and whispered loudly, “Why is everyone staring at us?” I smiled and whispered loudly back, “Because you’re hot.” He blushed again and sat back looking a little stunned. He was quiet for a few beats and then tried to casually glance around at the crowd. Practically every man on the patio, and many who were just walking past, were checking him out. He leaned over and whispered again. “How come I never noticed people staring at me before? Why are they doing it now?” I shrugged my shoulders and told him, “You probably just didn’t notice. It’s not like you were looking for anyone else.” I paused a second and then added, “Until you were. Luckily I was there when you did.” He smiled large at that and his handsome face was even more handsome. “Lucky me,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. As if he thinks he’s the lucky one! Well, he is lucky that he’s so damned perfect. And I suppose he’s lucky that he found a whore who was willing to do anything sexually to please him. Hmmm, I thought I was the one who lucked out, but he definitely got the better end of the deal. We ordered drinks, a brunch cocktail for me and hair of the dog for him, and we just relaxed in the pleasant fall weather. After a while guys stopped blatantly ogling Pat and returned to stealing more subtle glances, which left Pat somewhat more relaxed. The entire patio and inside of the restaurant was filled to capacity with gay men, so it was quite obvious when a woman showed up. Suddenly all eyes were on her. The fuming, bitchy-looking bottle blonde who looked disgusted at what she saw around her. My stomach turned to knots as I glared at her over Pat’s shoulder. His back was to her so he hadn’t seen, but I just knew that this had to be his wife. One look at her told me all that I needed to know, why Pat had ended up in that video booth with me, and then in my bed. This is the type of woman who wanted a man to give everything to her. It doesn’t matter that he works a blue-collar job. She expects to be kept in the lap of luxury, with a nice car, trips to the salon weekly, shopping with her skanky friends, and all of the fancy trimmings to make their house look important. And with all of that just handed to her, she can’t be bothered to show this man the gratitude he so obviously deserves for dealing with the likes of her. A very nasty, bitchy, vindictive part of me wanted to reach across the table and haul his face towards me and put a lip-lock on him to curl his toes. Right in front of her, but this was his domestic situation. I was already more involved than I should be. I sighed and chose to do the right thing. Well, who knows what the ‘right’ thing is in that situation, but it wasn’t what I really wanted to do, so I just assume it’s what the morality police would deem ‘right’. “Uh, um, Pat. I don’t want to alarm you, but I think that’s your wife glaring daggers at us from your six o’clock.” Pat’s eyes flew wide. He looked stunned and then angry. His breathing intensified and he looked like he wanted to throw something - and that could include punches. That Prodigy song, 'Smack my bitch up', suddenly came to mind. “Fuck,” he hissed. “She must have used one of those apps to track my phone. I don’t want to make a big scene here. She’ll start screaming bloody murder. I know her. What should I do?” Shaking my head, I sat back in my chair with my hands up in the ‘don’t shoot’ position. “Hey, you don’t want to know what I would do.” His stare was solid as he told me, “Yes, tell me what you would do.” “I would kiss you. That would certainly tell her.” In a flash Pat lunged across the table and kissing me to the point that my toes were curling. Fuck, did he know how to kiss. If he had kept up the kiss I would have likely blown a load in my pants - and I’m not even sure if the load he blew up my ass was still in place or making a puddle under me. After a minute maybe, he released me and we both slowly descended back into our seats. The entire patio erupted in cheers and applause. Everyone, that is, except the seething blonde who stood statue-like ten feet away. She looked like she wanted to scratch the eyes out of every gay man within clawing distance of her press-on nails. Finally her top blew as she shrieked, “How could you!?!” Pat remained totally calm. That kiss lingered on both of us, and he calmly swiveled around in his chair and looked her in the eyes. “I’m right where I need to be. You can go. We’re done.” With that he turned back to me, picked up his glass of lager and ‘cheers-ed’ me. She clomped away in her teetering stilettos like that heifer Beyoncé in one of her stampedes, and the patio erupted in another round of cheers and applause. I’d never seen Pat smile so large. He had this deer-in-the-headlights look, probably wondering what the hell he’d just done. But he also smiled and looked relieved -and then downed the rest of his beer. “I can’t believe I just did that,” he told, suddenly looking a little panicky. “My whole life is going to flip upside-down.” I took a slow sip of my cocktail and then tried to give him the most reassuring expression I could muster. “I’m not going to lie. There’s probably no back-tracking from that, but, now you are free to live life the way you want to live.” He released a big sigh and sat back looking content again. “I never would have planned it, and really never considered it. But I’m happier with you than I have been with anyone else. You’re just easy for me to be around.” “Nah, I’m just easy,” I teased, throwing him a smile. Returning with a large smile, he leaned forward and reached for my hand and pierced me with his intense gaze, the one that lured me in that very first time. “As much as I like that side of you, because it does turn me on, I like you for the person you are, too. You never did anything that I didn’t want to do, and just seemed to lead me down the right path.” I felt a little guilty that I had sort of manipulated things before, and it was time to clear my conscience. I just hoped that he wouldn’t hate me for it. “Look, I have to tell you something. I didn’t just go into this as a hole for you to use.” “Don’t talk about yourself like that,” he told me sternly. “After that first time, I hoped and tried to plan things to get you to this point. None of it was by accident.” “So?” he asked, shrugging his wide shoulders. “We’re here, aren’t we? That’s all I care about. You set me free.” After another round of drinks we decided to skip the brunch so we could get back to my place. His dick had been throbbing painfully in his tight jeans almost the entire time we were sitting there and he said he needed in me again. As soon as we were in the front door he was all over me. The straight man has left the building, gentlemen! I did it -I corrupted him - permanently! He kissed me with a passion I had long forgotten. That’s one thing about just being a glory-hole pig -dick goes in hole is what usually happens for me. No complaints on that, but there is often a lack of this kind of connection, meaningful and passionate. His tongue snaked into my mouth and surrounded my own, our mouths becoming sloppy with our intense wet kisses. I could feel Pat’s hardness pressing into my stomach while my own throbbed in my pants. I could also feel my butt hole oozing his wetness from earlier and I just knew that I needed more. As if he could sense what was going through my mind, Pat lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed, stripped his clothing in record time, his cock throbbing and bobbing out in front of him. And then he helped me strip out of mine, after which he tossed me over so that I was ass-up and ready to be penetrated. And that’s when he surprised me again. Instead of feeling his cock urgently slamming into me, I felt his tongue licking the wetness around my used sloppy pig hole. His tongue action was initially tentative, no doubt trying it out to see if it would gross him out, but I know in his mind he remembered how good it felt when I rimmed him, and soon he was delving in deeper, probing for his seed and opening me up even more. He was even growling the deeper he went, which was an amazing turn-on! I found myself panting and moaning, thrusting my ass back towards him and he finally took mercy on me and moved up to his knees so he was between my legs and then teased my opening with his dick head. After only a minute or so of this, with me trying desperately to thrust myself back onto him, he finally gave in and buried himself to the hilt. We both let out a growl and a roar, and Pat held still for a second, loving the feel of being fully engulfed by my ass. His hands on my hips anchored me in position, and squeezed me in a way that made me feel possessed by this man. And then he fucked. And fucked. Wow, did he fuck me. Pat took to new activities like a pro, and he was fucking my ass like he’d fucked ass his entire life. Nobody has ever used my hole like he did. Although not the largest cock, his size and shape was just right to fill me perfectly, hitting all of the right spots up inside me to have me sweating like a pig and moaning like a cheap whore. It just shows that size does not always matter - it truly is a matter of how one uses it. The sweat flying off of Pat’s magnificent body splattered my torso, which made the fuck that much hotter. Our skin was smacking together so loudly that I’m sure the neighbors could hear every movement we made (in case they missed our moans and groans). After about fifteen minutes I knew he was getting close. Pat gripped my hips tighter and began to piston fuck my ass, hard and deep. It was heavenly. “Oh, fuck, breed me!” I begged. He growled behind me and then roared, “Here it fucking comes! Take my load!” I could tell he was holding back. No doubt he was a bit conflicted in that he couldn't reconcile labeling me with the degrading names that I love to hear when a man is balls-deep inside my ass with the fact that he liked me. “Come on, don’t hold back,” I encouraged him. “You know what I want to hear.” He growled again and then shouted, “Take it, take my load you fucking whore! Fuck, you’re such a slutty cumdump, take my fucking cum!” With that his balls exploded into me, triggering my own orgasm. My hole quaked and spasmed around his dick as my balls drained, milking every single drop of baby juice from him into me. We collapsed after a minute, his entire body resting on top of mine. It was a little difficult to breathe but it felt so good at the same time. His cock remained hard up inside of me, and he didn’t pull out. Our wet skin slipped against one another and felt so damn sexy, I couldn’t help but stay aroused. as apparently was also true of Pat, as his cock never softened in the slightest, and after catching his breath he raised up just onto his elbows so he wasn’t smothering me, and then again started to pump my cummy hole. He kissed the back of my neck, and then began to lick it, tasting my sweat. Then, resting his head on my left shoulder next to my ear and murmured “I know you want more, and I’m going to give it to you. I know just what you want. You want me to use you like a whore, right? You like me using you like that?” “Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “I’ll play along. I like you that way, too. As long as I get in you whenever I need.” After saying that he went about slam-fucking me as hard and deep as he could, and eventually exploded another load of hot sticky cum into my guts. Afterwards we lay there panting, his dick finally softening slightly before finally exiting my hole. Pat rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, a huge smile on his handsome face. And then he rolled again and dug a butt plug out of the night stand and stuffed it up my sloppy hole. When it was in tight, he gave it a playful slap. “There. Keep my babies in there where they belong,” he said with a huge grin. Damn, he was learning very quick. I felt my stomach flip as I thought how I could love this man. Physically he was easy to love, but we also shared a very strong connection, and I knew there was more to us than just sex. “I don’t want this to ever end,” he told me, laying his head on the pillow next to mine. “It doesn’t have to. I’ve told you before, I’ll do anything you want.” “I’ve gotten all kinds of dirty thoughts since we started fooling around, and they’re only getting more vivid the more things we do. I want to do more with you. I want us to really do more.” “How much more?” I asked eagerly. He grinned shyly but didn’t hold back. “It felt really good sliding my dick into you with my cum already in there. Would you be willing to let some other guys fuck you? So I can see what it’s like sliding into their loads?” As if he even needed to ask!

***This is a fictional story. The construction worker is based on a real construction worker, though, and he is absolutely stunning and sexy.*** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ CORRUPTION CHAPTER ONE I’d broken up with my boyfriend three months ago and the sexual tension had been building up for some time. I’d never been good at going without, but following the messy breakup, it seemed right to take a break. Still, I felt like I was going to explode! Luckily I had a day off and decided that the best thing for me was to spend some time at the adult book store, hopefully taking some loads. It was a great, sunny day, so I walked the few blocks there. Just around the corner from the ABS there was some massive construction going on in the street so it occurred to me the book store might be dead, but as I was already almost there so I decided to check the place out. Before I rounded the corner one of the construction guys caught my eye. He was gorgeous, to say the least: lean, muscled, and tanned from all of the time he spends outdoors. And he stared at me for a second, his eyes piercing me in such an intense way that I couldn’t tell what he was thinking - good or bad. I’ve honestly never experienced anything like it before. Those eyes. It’s not so much the color because, to be honest, he was too far away for me to determine the color of his eyes, but I could clearly appreciate the intensity of his gaze. It was unbelievable. And hypnotic. I almost couldn’t look away. I gave him a little grin right before I turned the corner, although I have no idea why. This guy had ‘straight guy’ written all over him. Not only that, but with his good looks, he was also probably a total dick. So why did I feel like I had done a little flirting there? I shrugged it off as just being so fucking horny I would have let anyone bang me at that point. Just as I thought, the book store was not busy. But there were a couple of guys in there. For the next twenty minutes I was involved in some three-way sucking, kissing and petting, but nothing went beyond that. This was not what I needed today. I needed an intense exchange. I hadn’t thought about it, but when I had arrived it was just before noon, so as the lunch hour struck, the place got a little busier. I opted to get my ass into a booth and hope for the best. Just as I was ducking into my booth I got this tingling feeling on the back of my neck, and I looked down the hall to spot that beautiful construction hunk standing there. There were other guys milling around, clearly drooling over him, but he seemed to focus on me. Now I was sure of that. I stepped into my booth, closed the door -but not all the way. I left it open just enough for him to see that it was open. I started up a movie, stripped my pants off and waited to see what would happen. Seconds later the door began to open. He peeked in, rather timid for someone who ought to be oozing confidence. That’s how I knew that he had never done anything like this before. I couldn’t help but wonder what had made him come in now. As soon as I saw him I dropped to my knees, the floor still wet with someone else’s cum, but I didn’t care. My eyes didn’t come off of him as he stepped in and locked the door behind himself. Not one word was spoken. He stood before me, opened his pants and fished out his semi-hard cock, and pointed it right at me. I wasted no time and went right for it. Figuring that I was his first guy, I wanted to make this good. Better than any bitch he’s ever wasted his time with - like his wife. Yeah, that ring didn’t escape my attention. Technically, I suppose, he could have be married to a man, but I was 99% sure such wasn’t the case. Anyway, I started at the head, licking gently, making him feel really good, and then started to take inch after inch into my mouth, letting him enjoy the progress of pleasure. It’s amazing how you can watch a man unravel a little as you begin with a tiny pleasure and let it grow to more and more. I noticed him jump a little in surprise and I wondered if I’d scraped him with my teeth, but when I looked up his eyes were fixed on the glory hole behind me. Glancing over my shoulder I saw that someone had slid his large dick through, obviously hoping to get in on some of the action. Again, not a word was spoken. He just lifted his chin, motioning me in the direction of that other cock. He wanted to see me go down on that big meat. I slurped and sucked it for a couple of minutes while my construction god stood there fisting his hard meat. After a couple of minutes he wanted my attention again and pulled me off that other dick and onto his. I was getting into sucking him to the point that I was forgetting everything else going on around me. He grabbed my shoulders after a few minutes and began shifting me so that he could lean against the opposite wall while my ass was facing the glory hole. Still, without saying a word, he shoved me back, guiding my ass down onto that big cock that was still sticking through the hole. My ass was HUNGRY so I immediately gobbled that shit up inside my ass, quickly sinking balls-deep in one long steady shove. The construction worker audibly growled in his throat, clearly impressed I could accommodate the cock as readily as I had. Watching me get fucked clearly turned him on as he got more frantic with his lunges, driving his cock to the back of my throat again and again. His hands returned to me, this time grabbing hold of my ears, quite painfully actually, and guided me up and down to meet his urgent thrusts. By some miracle, both he and the anonymous fucker unloaded in me at the exact same time. For his part, he was shockingly silent as he blew, only breathing heavily through his nose, almost like a bull. What a rush feeling my ass and mouth get flooded by hot spunk at the exact same time. His cum tasted absolutely delicious, and that’s not always the case, so I reveled in it. He didn’t, however. As soon as his balls were done draining, he stepped back and stuffed his softening cock back into his pants. The cock up my ass was still there and he shoved me onto it more, and he leaned back and took a moment to catch his breath. “That was fucking awesome,” he said, his voice as sexy as the rest of him. Deep, a bit scratchy, all man. “You suck good dick.” “Thanks, your dick is awesome to suck. Anytime you want, buddy,” I offered, hoping he’d want to meet up again for some other lunch breaks. “Doubtful. We’re done this job in a day or two,” he sighed, keeping his eyes focused on my ass. The guy in my ass finally pulled out and I stood up straight to ease my back a little. I had barely stepped away from the hole when another cock popped through. I glanced over at my construction hunk. He responded by giving another nod towards the glory hole and grumbling g “Go on. Your faggot ass obviously wants it.” I could tell from the way he spoke, the tone, that he was a little disgusted with it all. Maybe with me for being so slutty. Typical straight guy thinking that gay men are freaky pigs. Well, I am a pig, but he doesn’t know me that well. Still, his slightly abusive attitude turned me on. He was a total Alpha Male and those are the types that turn me on most. He’ll tell me to do anything he wants and I will really have no choice but to do it. I sank my ass down onto the hard cock behind me, easily taking it all the way given that the big dick before him stretched me open and lubed me good. When I glanced up a moment later, he was flipping through something on his phone. Just before he slipped it into his pocket I snatched it out of his hand. Quickly I opened his contacts and added my first name, Christopher, followed by ‘xxx’ and my cell number. I handed the phone back to him and continued to bounce on the glory hole cock. “Call me any time you need to get off.” He cocked his eyebrow at me. “Anytime?” he asked skeptically. “Yup. Whenever you need those balls drained, I’m your guy.” I was speaking so self-assuredly, which was completely out of character for me. But it felt good and I didn’t want to pass up another chance to work that dick. It’s not that his cock was more impressive than others. It’s slightly above average, nice shape and thickness. But it’s more about him and his sexy attitude that I wanted more of. Maybe I was looking at him as a challenge? Plus I was hoping he might be into more the next time. Just then the man fucking me began to howl and moan loudly as his nuts exploded and emptied into me. “Fuckin’ pigs,” construction guy chuckled, shaking his head. “I gotta go. You sure you meant it when you said anytime?” he asked again. “Absolutely.” “Fuckin’ slut,” he said, through a mixture of a sneer and a smile. Clearly he did enjoy me and the idea of enjoying me again, but he just maybe didn’t think it was right. Clearly he was a married man, probably raised by those damned Catholics, too. Either way, as he stepped through the door, I hoped and prayed that he would call me sometime soon. And he did.

I always put on a blindfold the second I'm inside his apartment. And then I get naked. And then I get fucked, standing there in his hallway. Today he was kind; he rimmed me nice and wet before he rammed his 8" cock deep inside me. (Other times he has just spat on my hole, rubbed his cock in it and then pushed inside me...) He dragged me into the bedroom, and then the fucking continued with me on my knees on his bed. He rammed my hole from every possible angle, slowly opening me up. I knew what was coming, of course; the last time he fucked me I ended up gaping so much that he could shoot his load into my hole from outside - and he had said he wanted to do that again. I knew that would take more than just his cock... The last time he double-fucked me with his cock and the smaller of his to dildos - a double-dong - and tried the same with the thicker of his dildos but I couldn't take it... Well... THIS time I did! Damn... I was stretched! And then he returned to the slimmer double-dong, but he bent it at the middle so I had to take both cock heads of the toy - and then he forced his cock up next to them! FUCK! Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK!!! Soooo stretched... And he fucked me hard! This is what my hole looked like after the triple-fuck... I think that qualifies as "gaping"! That was when he started loading me up; two condoms with stored loads were emptied in my hole and then he slid his fat, hard cock inside my hole. Damn... There was PLENTY of space for him! He fucked the two loads deep in me, and then he made me gape for him again... I could hear him jerking his cock and knew what was coming - or cumming! And then I felt the first jets of cum land in my open hole... My body instinctively spasmed as if I had had a cock rammed hard inside me - I was so turned on by feeling his cum run into my gaping hole... It was SO BLOODY HOT!!! If you want to see what it looked like, here's a little video. Remember to turn on the sound if you want to hear whether I enjoyed the load or not...

It was early days in my visiting saunas. I hadn't had much success. I suppose as a greying and overweight man (a typical Daddy Bear) I wouldn't appeal to many who attended. This afternoon, however, things were different. I gotten into a routine of going into the sauna after showering. As I entered I noticed a gorgeous tanned young man on the top bench of the sauna. To my surprise he seemed genuinely interested in me. I gave him a quick massage, but no further as there seemed to be an unwritten rule as to not go too far in this part of the club. So after enjoying this contact I headed upstairs to see if there was any action. Although, fairly quiet a young blond man was happily barebacking another chap in the barred open room allowing others to watch. I took advantage and enjoyed the show until it reached its obvious climax: the man took a good load from the blond guy. They both then left the cubicle and I thought I may as well move in myself to see if anyone was interested in joining me. To my delight someone did come along and join me. It was the gorgeous tanned man from the sauna, I'd seen earlier. We continued with the massage I'd been giving him earlier. He really enjoyed the sensitive touching I gave him. Soon he had positioned himself in a partial crouch so that it was possible for me to take him from behind. I applied lube to my cock and he willingly took my bare cock up his arse. It was rather a confined space and so a little uncomfortable but I intended to make the most of it. From time to time others came to watch the spectacle, which as an exhibitionist I enjoyed. One of the viewers was the blond guy I, myself, had watched earlier fucking another guy in the same cubicle. After a while he headed back to the DVD room just along the corridor. Although I really wanted to fuck to completion, we both found the confines of the space too difficult to continue, so sadly he pulled out before I'd unloaded into him. Nevertheless, it was a great bare back fuck with a great guy. I got out of the cubicle myself to look up and down the corridor to see if anyone else was about and interested. As I looked towards the dvd room, I saw the blond guy looking towards me and again surprised me by coming out of the room and over to the cubicle to join me. Here was another beautiful young man wanting to fuck with me. As he divested himself of his towel I presumed he was going to fuck me as he'd done with the other guy, but far from it. He sucked my cock back to full attention and then lowered himself on top of me. He obviously wanted me to shoot my load up him as he'd done for the other man! He raised himself up on my cock and down again milking my cock. As I'd found in the past this was always the surest way for me to come quickly! The feel of my cock sliding into his bare arse and the excitement of of being watched whilst I fucked him was too much and I exploded inside him. But I was game for more so I headed over to the darkroom. There was quite a gathering in there and one chap with quite a large erection clearly needed attention so I immediately engorged his cock with my mouth. It was quite a mouthful and I feasted on his large dick. To my delight I was surprised when another man in the darkroom unceremoniously stuck his bare cock right up me. I then realise I was positioned that others would interpret an open invitation to fuck me bare. As I munched on cock, I was sticking my arse straight out into the room! This was the first time I'd been spit roasted and I was enjoying it. My sucking became more and more vigorous as his pounding became stronger. It had the desired effect on the one I was giving the blowjob to, who shot his load down my throat. Unfortunately the other guy pulled out before finishing his job, for which I was most disappointed. Anyway I decided on further exploration and went down to the basement to the equipment room where I found the guy who had been fucking me bare back on his own near the corner bench applying lotion to his arse. I took up the hint and took the lotion from him applying it generously to my cock, which then easily slipped into his willing hole. The pressure built up inside me as I slipped in and out of his hole. He too was expressing appreciative grunting as he wanked his cock vigorously to my thrusts. Then almost in unison as I sprayed inside him, he sprayed his load over the bench and onto the wall behind. I was most impressed with the distance his spunk travelled. I was finished: emptied of my spunk and ready to return home for the evening. After I'd showered and dressed, it was only then I discovered the reason for my success that afternoon. As I handed over my locker key as I was leaving, I noticed they were laying out free food and drink. A notice was displayed “Bears' evening”! Now I understood why I'd been so lucky!

Posted to Craigslist and got a text from a couple. When I got there their house was next to z busy road and while it had a good number of bushes and trees beside the road it wouldn't have take much to look over into the lighted yard and see what was going on. One guy was out there naked when I drove up and he directed me to park on the grass. Got out, stripped naked and he immediately started fingering my ads and feeling the loads there since I had just come from the ABS and had loads in me. I knelt down and started sucking his cock when his partner came out and without any preliminaries slid into my ass and started fucking me.He slammed me so hard he drove his partner's cock down my throat. It wasn't long before he picked up the pace and was telling me he was going to come in my ass. I felt his cock start sliding easier in and out and knew he had given me a load so I invited his partner to load me up too. He poised his dick at the entrance to my hole and then in one fast thrust he buried himself in my ass. While he fucked me cars were buzzing by on the other side of the bushes and I marvelled that no one looked over into the well lit side yard where we were all naked and I was getting pounded. It wasn't long before he blew on my ass and I cleaned off their dicks. They invited me back to do it again mid afternoon tomorrow....

I was incredibly horny after work last Friday afternoon and decided to get a hotel room and see what happened. Unfortunately I live in an area where it is common to have to drive 30 minutes to get a load, which can be torture for a cum dump like me, so every once in a while I get a hotel room in a bigger city and take as many anonymous loads as possible. This past Friday I decided to get a cheap hotel room in a smaller city that was just 45 minutes away. Because my decision was last minute, and because I was exceptionally horny, I had the idea of trying my hand at setting up a makeshift glory hole in my hotel room. All I wanted was raw cock and cum, I didn't care to see the men behind the cock, so I grabbed an old blanket, some wall hooks, a jockstrap, and poppers and went to the hotel. Hanging the blanket across the doorway into the bathroom of my hotel room, I posted an advertisement on Craigslist advising I was a visitor taking raw loads through a glory hole in a hotel room. To get the address and room number all I asked for was a dick pic. It is now Sunday night. I'm resting back at home after having taken 43 loads in two nights from 40 different guys. My usual was to suck each man's dick until it was rock hard, and then I would turn around, present my ass, and take each cock raw. Everyone of the guys who stepped through my hotel room door went balls deep, and each shot his load into my ass, after which I sucked each cock clean, never wasting a drop of cum. The biggest cock I took was a huge nine by six incher which pounded me so hard he actually fucked so much cum from other guys out of my ass, so that by the time he shot his load the cum squirting out of my ass had formed a puddle of cum on the floor. This city is in a conservative area in which more than one man isn't comfortable with his sexuality. I'm guessing this is what made my glory hole so popular: it was in a private hotel room where there was no reception desk to observe the comings and goings of the guests and visitors, making the experience totally anonymous. It helped I was a visitor to the city, and I didn't ask for a face pic. My ass contained so much cum that, as I walked, a steady stream of drops of cum fell to the floor as I walked about. In addition, cum also soaked through my pants, leaving a wet stain on my seat. The experience left me feeling like a true cum dump. I should add I really like to fast for trips like this so I never have to clean out other than the initial cleaning. This weekend resulted in the single greatest number of cum loads I've taken in one weekend to date. was the most amount of loads I have taken in a weekend to date, and at 25, I have quite a bit of experience. In all honesty I'm shocked that it happened in that particular city, which leaves me a bit annoyed it never occurred to me to try it before now. In any event I guess there is always a ton of cum to be found if you figure out the best way to get it. "If you build it, they will cum." lol

I've been fucked in a lot of different places, sometimes in full view of the open public like on the New Orleans streets during Mardi Gras. The one that sticks in my head for some reason was getting fucked under the bleachers during a high school football game by a few friends. A thousand people overhead while a hard cock was spilling it's seed in my ass just feet away. Three of those friends also insisted on fucking me in the middle of the field after the game was over, the lights turned out and everyone was gone lol

This was when I first embraced being a bareback bottom. I would go to the Club Z in Seattle weekly. I was in my late 20's and looked like, well, to be honest I looked like sexy Jesus. People often remarked on my looks that way. I had long dark hair sometimes a trim beard, slim body, tall (6'2") with a pleasing dusting of chest hair. When I would walk up the stairs at the club in a towel I would see my reflection in the long mirror at the top of the stairs, gay Jesus coming to fuck away all your sins. On your knees and pray or suck the cock in front of you. Sometimes seeing my image like that I would feel sexy. It gave me the confidence to offer my body to the men at the club that day. I was not everybody's type but more than enough men wanted me and I liked that feeling. No, I loved it and I loved making them feel good. The smile a man gives you as he fucks you when he is really into you is such a mind trip. Many of my fucks start out completely anonymous but some end up as a face to face encounter that can be every bit as satisfying as the faceless, nameless fucks that leave you loaded and dripping with cum. I was feeling great, good hair day (long hair can be such a pain), no zits, horny as 15 year old boy with a stolen Playgirl hidden under his hoodie. I checked in and discovered I was in my favorite room, number 211. Yeah, I went there so often I had a favorite room. You will find out why in a minute. Going into my room and shutting the door is one of my favorite parts of my time at a bathhouse. I get to shut away the world. I have my tiny haven away from all the troubles and trauma of the outside world. Here I can be myself among men who are like me, won't judge me for who and what I am. The anticipation of what is beyond the door or what will come through it excites me. My cock begins to harden. Who knows, it might be a dead night and I will end up jerking off in the porn room or I might take load after load from raw cock all night. Usually it is something in between the two. I am prepared. I had already done a thorough cleaning out so deep I will be able to fuck for several hours without a whisper of taint. I get out my supplies: lube (two kinds), poppers, cock ring and a bottle of rum. Rum first to heat me up, loosen my muscles give me a bit of a buzz. Booze makes me hornier. I take my time putting on my ring and lubing up my hole. I am not a natural born bottom. I have learned to take cock like a trooper but I need plenty of lube and a top who takes a few seconds to enter my ass. First I apply a small amount of Vaseline and then plenty of Elbow Grease. Isn't that a great name. I even take a tiny huff of poppers. That really makes my cock take notice. I love poppers more than I can express. Sigh. The new poppers today are shit. R.I.P. poppers high. I want to get to the fucking but for some reason I decide to make a tour, see what is happening, who is there. Its early and not terribly busy. That is okay I only need one cock for now. Later I will want one in each hole. Making my way back to my room I remember the man who passed me on the stairs after I checked in. He me 'gives me 'that look'. You know what I am talking about. The look that says, "I am interested, wanna find out what my cock tastes like." I can be very shy at times like this. I don't ignore him and I don't encourage him either. I don't know how to handle situations like that, at least not sober with my clothes on. Back in my room I dim the lights and toss the towel up near the head so I can bury my face in it once I open the door. I use the pillow like a wedge under my hips to elevate my ass and make it obvious I am offering my hole up for fucking. Burying my face in the towel, clutching the little brown bottle of heaven I slowly grind my cock into the pillow trying to be inviting and seductive. It is a weird and self-conscious position to be in. Offering your body to anyone with a hard-on seems to me to be pathetic, heroic, humiliating, dangerous, adventurous and somewhat arrogant. Who am I to think Joe Schmoe is going to want to stick his dick into my body? Do I think I am so hot that I can just put myself out there like that and expect to get fucked? Mostly I feel embarrassed because I don't feel worthy of the cock I crave. I feel like I don't deserve to get fucked exactly for the reason I want to get fucked, because I am total cum hungry cock whore. A cum dump who will let anybody fuck him. It also makes me feel soooo horny and sleazy but in a good way. The anticipation of this situation can be excruciating and thrilling. The wait is mind blowing. Your ears become attuned to every noise. It drives me crazy when a noisy neighbor arrives, some twink with a friend who makes ten trips back and forth from his room each time passing the open door framing my lubed up ass, an obvious invitation to be used by any Tom, Dick or Harry. Why do I care what he thinks. I don't care about him, unless he stops by to drop a load. I like this room because it is close to a hallway but not in plain view of a passerby. To see into my room you have to be looking, you have to be on the prowl for cock or ass. As I wait I listen and imagine. I listen for the tell-tale creak of a floor board. This room has a loose board at the threshold so if you step close or just inside the room I will hear that faint creak. It is a squeak that sends chills down my spine and makes my nuts churn. It might only be a gawker, which is fine but frustrating but then again I might feel a hand on my ankle. Of course I never know what to expect. My favorite are the men who get right down to business, the ones who upon discovering my lubed up hole mount up and begin fucking. I hate being fingered. It makes me tense up but I will endure it for a minute if I think it turns my top on and get him hard enough to want to fuck me. I enjoy being rimmed but a devoted rimmer will ream all the lube out of me. Not such a big deal, especially in my room where it is close at hand but its still a delay in what I really want, raw cock unloading in my eager hole. This night I do not have to wait long. There is the creak and then nothing. Silence, no touching but I am sure he is still there. I can sense him watching me. I continue to grind my hips. Slowly I reach down and push my hard cock into view between my legs and to the side of my balls. I have big balls. Its no boast just passing on what men have told me over the years. Still nothing. I wait...and wait. Finally it comes. A hand slides up my calf and grazes my ass to the small of my back. He caresses me for a while. He is enjoying the feel of me, the sight of my prone and naked body offered up for his use. I shiver. The club is cool tonight and I am going mad with anticipation of what this man might do to me. The mystery ends when he straddles my ass and pushes his cock into me. Just like that I am getting fucked and I could not be happier. My anonymous top stretches out on top of me and I luxuriate in the feel of his skin and the pressure of his weight on me. I want him to fill me and fuck me and crush me to the mattress with the exertion of his thrusts. I want to be drenched in his sweat and I want him to take ownership of me by breeding my ass with his DNA. I use the poppers liberally and so does he after I hold them out to him. My eyes are still closed. All I know of the man is from sound, smell and feel. He feels awesome. He has a Goldilocks cock, not too big, not too small.....just right. High on lust and poppers I am in love with this man who is giving me the gift of his body, the joy of his manhood and I know in my heart his seed. He will breed me when he is done taking his pleasure. Eventually he flips me. At this point is seems ridiculous to keep my eyes close. I open the and see the man from the stairs grinning down at me. He is wearing a baseball cap. I find that both weird and boyishly sexy. I can tell he is immeasurably happy to be fucking me. This makes me happy to be alive and at that moment there is no other place I would rather be. His boning is energetic and enthusiastic. He discovers the full length mirror which gives us a great view of the action and is enthralled by watching his cock pound my ass. I get caught up in it too and our eyes are glued to the mirror like we are watching a feature film. It's a beautiful sight I have to admit. The guy can't get enough of the scene. He pushes and pulls me into different positions all the while keeping his eyes glued to the mirror. He cums like that, watching live porn of his own making. When his tremors subside but his cock is still in me he looms for a moment smiling down on me with a satisfaction that warms my heart. His load is already warming my guts. And then he is gone leaving the door open and me to ponder what just happened. I am feeling fucking great, goddamn fantastic, on top of the world. What do I do next? Roll over of course and wait for the next top to breed me. I don't remember specifics of the rest of the night. That first top stands out but I know I got several more loads, all anonymous. I feel very close and grateful to all those men who fucked me. I realize I might be nothing more to them than a warm wet hole to sink their dick into and unload. That's not just fine with me its what I want. If they are fucking me I know they are getting what they want. They didn't have to choose me. I have not pressured them in any way. They want to fuck me. When I know a guy is getting his nut while in my ass I am in love with him, I am desperate with need and desire for him. His particulars don't interest me. I don't want to know his name or see his face. All I want is to feel his hard cock breeding my cum hungry ass and when he does I love him for it. Like I said its a strange kind of intimacy when you get anonymous loads.

I placed an ad on Craigslist this afternoon seeking hung tops to load my ass. The scene would be totally anonymous...come into my apartment, slide in my hole, nut, then leave. The first response got me really excited. The guy simply said he was a muscular 26 year old with an 8 inch, very thick cock. Interestingly, his full name was on the message, and I found his Facebook with little effort. My heart skipped a beat when I browsed his photos. Military. Married (to a beautiful woman). Muscular. There were countless shirtless photos. This guy was tall, blonde, gorgeous, and ripped. So we exchanged messages, and it was clear he was committed to dumping his load in me. He asked that the scene be totally anonymous. I would be ass up on the bed, lubed and ready to receive. He wanted me to wear a blindfold so I wouldn't see him (of course he didn't know I already knew what he looked like). And he warned me about his girth...suggested I should popper up when I hear him enter the apartment. So apparently he lives very close to me. Within five minutes of sending him my address, I hear the door open and footsteps ascending the stairs. I hear him remove his shoes, then his pants, t-shirt, and underwear. He grabs the lube next to the bed and begins to jack his cock. In his deep masculine voice, he orders me to take a hit of poppers. I feel the first lubed finger enter my hole, then suddenly two more. He's not wasting any time. He orders me to take a long hit of poppers and says he is ready to fuck. He yanks his fingers out of my hole and within seconds I feel his heavy dick rest between my cheeks. He won't let me touch his dick, but it feels gigantic. Without warning, he guides his cock down my ass and slides his entire huge cock all the way into my ass with one hard push. I blurt out a loud "oh my god" and he smacks my ass hard. He keeps pushing as hard as he can, keeping his cock buried as far into my ass as he can get. My asshole is spasming from his girth. He's hitting my prostate so hard that the pre-cum just keeps leaking from my cock. Though I'm already spinning from the poppers, he leans over and places the bottle under my nose. As I take a long hit, I marvel that I can feel his pecs and abs against my back. This hot, ripped, married military guy has his raw cock in my ass, and I know he's going to breed me. He screws the cap back on the poppers, drops the bottle on the bed, and pulls all the way out. He pulls my cheeks apart and praises me for my now gaping hole. He spits on my hole and shoves in hard once again. This time he pounds my ass, pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in to the hilt. He keeps up this pace for a good five minutes, and I seriously think I'm going to faint from the assault on my hole and the popper high. He finally slows down. I start to enjoy the pleasure of his gentle pushing and pulling. But that didn't last long. He again pushed his cock as far into me as he could, as hard as he could. I hear the bottle of poppers open, and he takes a big hit. His cock noticeably swells in my ass. He feverishly begins to slam his cock in and out of my hole. His breathing gets heavy, and I can tell he's about to blow. "Where do you want me to cum, man?" "Do you want me to breed that ass?" "You want my load up that pussy?" My mind is on overdrive. This fucking hot military guy is about to shoot his sperm in my hole. I'm going to be bred. With one loud grunt, he buries his cock deep in my ass. I feel his cock spasm as he shoots that load deep in my bowels. He stays in my hole far longer than I expected, sliding his cock gently in and out. When he finally pulls out, I feel his warm cum run out my hole and down my balls. I hear him walk to the other side of the bed, and his thick hands grab the sides of my head. He orders me to lick his cock clean. I can taste the remnants of cum, and I inhale the subtle smell of my ass. He backs away and gets dressed. Then he tells me to stay on the bed until I hear the door close. I can't believe this has just happened. But then I thought I should check my messages again. Nothing too promising, so I check Grindr. This handsome black 20 year old college student asks if I'd be down for an anonymous fuck. The moment I got his cock pic I agreed. He was packing at least nine inches. For a moment I wondered if the pic might be fake, but I was willing to take a chance. Like the military stud, this guy lives close. Less than five minutes after I sent my address, he's standing behind me, fully erect and ready to go. He's no nonsense. Lubes up and starts pushing in. Thankfully I was loosened up from earlier, but I took a hit of poppers to make the entry easier. His cock is not as thick...but it feels like he's actually longer than nine. I don't feel his balls against my ass, so he's not all the way in. The pain is quite intense at this point, and I put my hands on his legs to stop him for a minute. After a minute or two, I take another hit of poppers. He takes the cue and pushes all the way in. It might be deepest I've ever felt a cock in my ass. So I ask him, "How big is that thing?" His response: 10.5 inches! Damn, I'm really fucked. How the hell can I take this cock when it already hurts this much? He clearly didn't care if it hurt because he grabbed my hips and began to aggressively fuck my hole. He wasn't gentle at all. He'd pull back until only a couple of inches were in my ass, then slam all the way in until his low hanging balls slapped against my ass. He got into a rhythm, and as my ass began to froth from the previous load, the sound of his balls slapping my ass got louder. And the longer he fucked me, the filthier his words got. "You want my black seed, you white whore?" "You love this black cock, white boy?" "You want this big black cock to breed you?" The questions continued, and then he pushed deep. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.....I'm gonna breed your white hole." And with that, I feel that long black cock quiver deep in my ass, filling me up with his seed. He abruptly pulls all the way out. Before I can clamp my ass closed, the cum rushes out. I feel it run down my balls, onto my cock, dripping onto the sheets. How much cum did I have up there?! After he leaves, I take a hit of poppers and finger my hole, lapping up the cum that coats my fingers. I start jerking off, and as I get closer to orgasm, I try to push out more cum. I hear a plop as cum streams to the floor. I bend down and lick it up, savoring the taste of the cum from these two anonymous guys.

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.

CHAPTER FIVE Or maybe he’s got me right where he wants me? Hmmm. We didn’t, however, do more that night. It was incredibly late and no matter how much we both wanted it, he was still drunk and before long we were both fighting the yawns that overtook us. Not wanting to take things too far, I left him to sleep on the sofa instead of trying to get him into bed with me. I still wanted him to feel at ease in my company, and rushing into anything while he’s a little tipsy could backfire on me come morning. I needn’t have worried. I awoke to the sun streaming into my bedroom and noted the unmistakable feel of a man’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close, and the no-less, definitely unmistakable feel of a hard cock nestled in the crevice of my butt cheeks, which left me to wonder when exactly did he decide to sleep with me? And how the hell didn’t I notice it sooner? I guess he’s getting past things a little faster than I gave him credit for. Or maybe he just wandered in here by accident from his way to the bathroom in the dark, saw the bed and just assumed that’s where he was supposed to crash. Yeah, that’s got to be it. I had been trying to remain still but clearly I had moved enough to wake him, because I felt him stiffen behind me -in posture. The rest of him was already stiff. I rolled away and turned over so that I could see him. He gave me a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten into bed with you without checking first. My mind was just spinning last night and I wanted to hold onto someone. Is that stupid?” Good heavens, could he be any more adorable!?! Everything in me wanted to reach up and just touch the side of his face, give him a reassuring stroke down his cheek, but I was still worried that it would come across as too intimate. So I just replied, “Hey, you’re in charge here. We go as fast or as slow as you want. So if you felt better sleeping in bed with me, then sleep in bed with me.” “Why are you so accommodating with me? You can’t seriously be this easy with all the guys,” he noted, though I don’t think he meant ‘easy’ the way I generally think of the word. “I told you before. I felt something that first time that I saw you working that construction site. We were drawn together and I feel comfortable with you. Believe me, I’ve done a lot more with people I know a lot less than you.” “But you don’t really know me,” he pointed out quickly. “I’ve never even told you my name,” he whispered, sounding almost ashamed of himself. I could tell what was going through his mind at this point. He was asking himself what kind of man he was to let me suck his dick and sleep in his bed and not even give me the courtesy of a name. Are all straight guys this sensitive? He was staring down at the sheets between us, so I took a chance and nudged his chin up so he would see me. “Hey, I never told you my name either,” I told him. Cocking an eyebrow, he said, “You put it in my phone.” “Who says that’s my real name?” I asked playfully. Now he laughed out loud. “Okay, so your name isn’t Christopher?” “Yes it is, but you didn’t know that.” “Patrick. My name is Patrick. Call me Pat,” he said softly. We lay in bed like that for hours, just talking and feeling shockingly comfortable in each other’s semi-nude company. And we got to know a little more about each other. It was actually really nice. That didn’t stop me from wanting to strip off what little clothing he had on, which consisted only of boxer briefs and a tank top that was molded to his beautiful body, looking like a second skin. Not to mention, every time I glanced down at his cock, it was tenting his underwear again. I’m not sure I’ve ever met another man who is as horny as me, but I think I finally met my match. As the hours passed, and we got more comfortable, the sexual tension started buzzing in the air again. I was stealing glances at his beautiful bulge more and more, and I know he was watching me watching him. Finally he cleared his throat and said, “So, are you just going to keep looking at it, or are you going to put me out of my misery and help me drain my balls?” I growled in my throat and replied, “Well, I like a man who gets right to the point,” as I reached out and cupped his crotch in my hand. He closed his eyes briefly and sighed. When I looked back up at his face he was staring intently into mine. “I don’t know what’s happening here or what you seem to do to me, but for the first time in my life I feel alive. I don’t want this to ever change.” And then he did it. He did what I’d been wanting to do to him: he reached out and held the side of my face in his left hand, gently cupping my cheek and holding my head in place to keep my eyes locked on his. Although it was a simple, innocent gesture, it said so much. Or I hoped it did. This really wasn’t going where I had originally planned. He was just supposed to be a trick, a fuck bud, someone to use me and be done with me. And now it was looking more and more real. I think I caught feelings. Dammit all to hell.

Last night, I met some friends out for drinks. I parked my car on one of the side streets and hit a more popular microbrewery. The Detroit riverwalk area has a few straight pubs so we did a little hopping. I had already deep cleaned my ass before going out just in case some straight man got some liquid courage to try some ass instead of pussy. Not having eaten, I took my drinking slow, trying a lot of the specialty brews. A lot. Still, by the end of the night, I had a nice buzz and my friends were ready to go their separate ways. I decided to walk to a nearby coney (fast food diner) to help the buzz subside. I figured both the walk and a nice meal would help, and if not, a nap in the car would definitely help. So instead of taking Jefferson, the main road, I took a side road between Jefferson and the river. It was dark and the cool air felt good on my face. Only downside was the occasional drizzle leading to a light fog. I passed a dumpster by an abandoned building when nature called, I needed to take a leak. As I walked around the dumpster, I already had my pants unzipped, dick in hand when I was surprised to see two guys sitting, leaning against the wall, smoking and with a couple of paper-bagged bottles in their hands. The first guy was easily 6’4”, short curled dreads, dark ebony skin, maybe about 240lbs. Second guy was shorter, maybe 5’8”, really skinny, clothes too big for his frame. Both with beards and I noticed their athletic shoes were pretty worn. They didn’t smell too fresh, but I can appreciate a good man scent, either from gym workout or daily sweat. I’m sure I caught them off guard, as well, but it was two of them and one of me. I explained really quickly with slightly slurred speech that I just needed to take a leak. The big guy was gentle with me and said, sorry man, we’re hanging out here, cops don’t mess with us back here but let me take you around the building, show you a place with more privacy. He put his arm around me, looked back at his smaller friend and guided me to the back of the building. I didn’t get a scary vibe from the big guy at all, otherwise I would have taken off in a heartbeat. As he led me behind the building, pointed out that my shoe was untied. I thanked him and knelt down to tie it. He said he had to take a leak too and if I didn’t mind him doing the same. With that, he undid his pants and pulled out a really thick dark tool, about 7” easily, soft and uncut. He pulled the skin back partially and let loose a stream within 2 feet of my face. I just stopped tying my shoe and stared. His stream stopped but he left his dick hanging out. Gently, he pulled my head toward it and said, “open your mouth.” Without waiting, he rubbed his dick on my lips and pushed in. I could smell his masculine scent emanating from his balls just inside his zipper. I loved the way his ounces curled up tight just above his dick and he continued to massage my head as his meat got stiffer in my mouth. Not letting go of my head, mouthful of dick, I heard a voice behind me, the thin second guy. “Everything good?” “Oh Yeah,” the first guy said. “Then maybe it’s my turn to get a little action,” the skinny guy said. While keeping the first guy in my mouth, the little guy lifted me from the ground to where I was basically bent over sucking dick. The skinny guy undid my pants and pulled them to the ground. He then spread my ass cheeks and I felt a hot wet tongue digging deep in my hole. He continued eating my ass for about 5 solid minutes while the big guy’s dick was rock hard in my mouth to the point I was gagging and coughing out spit all over his dick. At this point, his pants were opened more, belt still cinched, but zipper spread, balls pulled out. Scrotum easily about the size of a medium orange, dick about 8-9 inches, 5 around. So the skinny guy stopped eating my ass and I heard the zipper then a thumping of flesh on my bent over ass. Then I heard some more spit being produced, felt my hole being roughly fingered, and then the head of his raw dick push against my hole. OWWWW!!!! The big guy held his dick firmly in my mouth, which kept my scream gagged as the skinny guy slowly pushed inside me. I had no idea how big he was but either for lack of lube or because he was just fucking huge, I could feel my hole being split open. The big guy chuckled gently and said, “damn, you’re gonna make this guy’s hole into a pussy. Never knew your dick was bigger than mine.” At that point, all I could do was accept the fact that I was being spit roasted in a back alley by two huge big black dicked men. (If my boyfriend had any idea, I would be so dead.) I felt the fucker shoot his first load and continue till he shot a second load deep up my ass. I knew it was a lot because I could feel a lot of pulses as he came. He pulled out with a squishy sound and the guy in my mouth pulled out and said, “my turn.” I had basically been nursing the huge guy since I couldn’t do much with something that long and thick. The skinny guy pulled around in front of me and it was then that I saw his size. I’m sure he must have done some damage because he was easily 10-11” long and I’m guessing definitely over 6 inches thick (my bf is 6 inches thick). His dick was slick with his cum and I could taste the damage he had done to my hole. The big guy behind me said, “ain’t no shame in getting a taste of my bruh before I smash.” And I felt his bearded mouth latch onto and literally chew on my puffed out cum coated anus. He pulled back, gave an Mmmmm, and pushed inside me. While he was big, he was nowhere as big as the skinny guy. So it was a little easier to take his dick, but he still stung as he slid in my damaged hole. At this point, I’m now on all 4s resting on a flattened cardboard box. Thick guy is fucking me from behind and skinny guy has his shirt off, pants down and has slid under me in a 69 position. I’m enjoying his softened dick, tasting a mixture of his cum and my damaged hole around his foreskin and musky spit-slickend balls. All the while, the skinny guy is getting a view of the thick guy, pants now around his ankles, giving me a good hard fuck. If anybody caught us fucking out in the open, we would be in a heap of trouble but the cops had more important things to do. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, and I knew they were loaded. He thrust and long-dicked me for about 10 minutes before finally grunting loud and shoved in deep. I could definitely tell that he came because my cum-slick hole was now even more slick as he finished thrusting the last of his juices. Since I was close, I let the skinny guy continue to suck until I bust my load in his mouth. Big guy was still inside me and gave me a little hug, told me, “I could feel your ass squeeze my dick each time you spurted. That was hot.” I sucked him clean and we got dusted and dressed. I suggested that we go to the diner and I could buy them a meal as thanks for the fun time. They gladly accepted and we walked a few more blocks to the diner. We had a good conversation over the meal and they told me they get ass pretty often from guys like me walking from the bars, but I was the first Mexican guy they ever had. I asked if they could do it again sometime and they responded hell yeah, that if I’d be cool with it, they got a couple other friends who could join in from time to time and where they liked to hang out, under a certain bridge and at a certain park. And if maybe I could help by bringing a little something to drink and eat, they would be happy. Deal. Buzz gone, we left and we went our different ways but not before they pointed out my ass had a wet spot. Hot.

His thick, POZ load creamed my ass. What a fucking way to celebrate hump day! I had taken Wednesday off from work, as that was the only day the electrician could come by and do the latest round of work I needed. He was tall, thick, with a beard – total white daddy bear. Grizzly? Polar Bear? Yeah more Polar Bear in a sweaty, Redneck, white trash sort of way. I can say that as they are my peoples – I grew up in the country, in a trailer, with a bunch of weed-growing, inbred mother-fuckers – and damn proud of it. Take a knee Tim Tebow! So back to the story. This electrician had worked on my condo twice before and each time there was just something about him that made me want to jerk off thinking about him for days after. Dirty sex. That’s it. He was one of those men that you look at and think, “Yeah this fucker is DIRTY/NASTY sex!” Alas, even when he asked me if I was married to a Mrs. or a Mr. and I said I preferred just being single and playing with my straight top fuck buddies. He didn’t react and went right back to his work. I figured he was not into sliding my way and giving my boy hole a pounding. The wiring was completed on the electrical outlets I wanted moved, and as the Polar Bear helped me push the entertainment center back against the wall he grabbed one of the DVD cases that fell out, looked at the BANG BROS title and cover and whistled and said, “Fucking hell. Those chicks can take some dick!” I laughed, smiled, and agreed, “Yeah, that’s one of my favorites.” He then surprised me by asking, “Is this what you put in when your straight fuck buddies come by to fuck you?” as he grabbed the remotes, turned the TV on then revved up the DVD player. “Grab me a beer as and let’s watch this puppy,” the electrician went on, “This was my only job of the day as the one for this afternoon got cancelled and I got several hours before I have to be home to the wife and kids.” I happily obliged, not quite sure where this was going, but excited about the possibilities. Hell even if I got to see his dick that would give me fantasies to jack off to for a good long while. “BETTER BRING ME A COUPLE, I’M A THIRSTY SON-OF-A-BITCH,” he yelled from the living room, so I snagged two beers for him, one for me, handed them to him, set mine down and excused myself to use the bathroom. A quick finger in the ass check to make sure I was clean and I joined him back in the living room. The electrician downed the first two beers in nothing flat and had just crushed the empty can of the third when the porn moved beyond the initial set up/let’s get naked to the “bitch get on your knees and suck my long, black dick.” My guest stood up, started emptying his pockets and unbuttoning his work shirt and said, “Go on and grab me four more beers and line them up here for me so they’re handy.” I scrambled up, eyed his big furry chest as I walked by and swooned a little from his hot, man scent. By the time I got back with the beer he was buck naked, sitting in the chair with a beer in his left hand and his thick dick in his right, stroking it to attention. “I have not been able to get out to see the street whores up in Northeast all week,” the electrician said as he continued to watch the porn and stroke his dick, which was now slick with precum, “I creampie their pussies at least every other day in the back of my work van. Fuck yeah they skanky bitches.” Then he looked right at me and said, “You’re a skanky bitch too, now get the fuck over here because I got a week’s worth of cum to creampie that pussy good with.” The electrician did not even look at me as I quickly got undressed. He was standing up now, slugging his beer, stroking his meaty dick, and eyes intent on the porn. The beer finished, he burped, wiped his chin a bit although he still had spit/beer dregs glistening his beard, crushed the can and casually tossed it to the side where it clanged loudly on the wood floor. I wasn’t sure what exactly to do, but stepped up and bent forward just to the left and front of him – and waited. Another loud burp, a slug of spit shot into my crack, big bear paw claws scratching at my hole looking for honey, then the electrician grabbed me, wrapped both arms around me tight and squeezed, “FUCKING SKANK BITCH, GONNA CREAM THAT PUSSY GOOD. DAMN YOU’RE TIGHT, NOT FOR LONG, GIVE ME THAT HOLE, FUCK YEAH, FILLING THAT PUSSY UP WITH MY POZ DICK!” What? I tried to turn my head, my body stiffened, the Polar Bear tightened his grip more as he banged my ass harder and deeper and laughed, “YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, YOU HEARD ME BITCH. FILLING YOU WITH POZ DICK, BUT YOU DON’T CARE DO YOU? YOU JUST BENT OVER AND TOOK ME RAW, NOW YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE. BIG OLD WHITE POZ DICK IN YOUR SKANKY BITCH WHORE PUSSY. FUCKING HELL I LOVE CREAMING A HOLE! YOU READY FOR THIS LOAD? READY TO GET NAILED AND RAILED? AWWW FUCK YEAH! MILK MY DICK!” His thick, POZ load creamed my ass and before his dick was totally finished he let go of me, pulled out, stepped back, popped another can of beer open, drained it and threw the can on the floor, then pointed at his dick and said, “GET ON YOUR KNEES SKANK AND TASTE IT. LICK IT CLEAN THEN IF YOU CAN GET IT HARD AGAIN I’LL FUCK YOU SOME MORE. THAT PUSSY’S EAGER FOR IT NOW ISN’T IT?” A few minutes later the electrician was hard and ready to go again and easily slid up my greased and coated guts. The second load took a little longer and he was breathing hard, but when his balls pulled up he let me know, “POZZING YOU AGAIN YOU SKANK WHORE BITCH!” With this load, he stepped back, swayed a little, ran a hand through his beard, over his head, across his big furry chest, grabbed me by the arm and stumbled us to the bedroom. A quick shove and I was face down on the bed, with a grunt and a sigh he quickly followed and promptly fell asleep, snoring like a chainsaw as his bear paws held me tight against his chest. The mini-hibernation nap revived the hungry bear who groaned and growled when he awoke, stroked his hard dick back to full life once then twice, then grunted as he heaved himself up onto my back. It was hard to breath with this giant Polar Bear on my back, but I let him take what he wanted as he grabbed my wrists, held my arms out wide, and slid his dick up my moist hole and whispered, “USED SKANK BITCH PUSSY. WET WITH CUM. GLAZED ON THE OUTSIDE WITH THAT WHITE, CREAM FILLING ON THE INSIDE. BIG OLD JELLY DOUGHNUT THAT FEELS SO GOOD WRAPPED AROUND MY FUCKING POZ DICK.”

I was in DC and had some spare time. I looked on Craig's list and found an interesting advertisement which was posted by two young Latin guys who were looking for a bottom. I emailed them and quickly received a response. One of the guys was 26 and the other 31, both were well hung and good looking. One thing they asked was they wanted to fuck bareback, specifically asking if I would let them cum in my ass. I replied 'Sure' and they said they would be there quickly. Now, knowing CL I really did not expect much, but true to their word the guys showed-up at my place in about 10 minutes, and wow, they were definitely hot guys. Moving into the bedroom we undressed, and with no foreplay, one of the guys told me to lay in the bed on my back, my legs in the air. The 31 year old was hard as a rock and immediately entered my ass, fucking me for about five minutes before he let out a grunt, cumming deep inside my ass. Afterwards he withdrew and the 26 year old slid right in. As he fucked my ass I could hear the first guy's load being slopped around, and within a few minutes he exploded. When he pulled out the combined loads of the two men oozed out of my hole. Both guys gave me a second load, so when they finally left a puddle of cum was dripping out of my well-fucked ass.

Men are pigs....and I was put on Earth to play in the mud!

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

Went up to Chicago Steamworks Saturday evening, first time there. Got a room ,got undressed and started walking the halls. I was so fucking horny my cock was dripping pre-cum. Sucked a couple of cocks right away but they did not want to cum so I went back to my room and left the door open with my ass up. After a short wait I felt someone rubbing my ass then walking up to my face and put their cock in my mouth. I sucked for a while then he started fingering my ass and asked if I had been fucked yet, I said no. He wanted me to put my ass up and got behind me and started working my hole til his cock was all the way in. He had me move to different possessions over the next 20 minutes before asking me where I wanted him to cum , I just pulled him closer and he sighed as he was filling me with his seed. He left and put on my jock and walked around to the glory holes and sling and had at least a 6 or 7 guys fuck me as I was getting sucked at the same time. By the time I left I had 2 loads in my ass and 1 in my mouth. Had a great time and hope to get back in the next couple of months.

I enabled this feature a few days ago. It should have made things more secure, but it's clearly not working. I didn't write the code. I'll try it again in a few months to see if the bugs have been worked out.

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

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

CHAPTER TWO Two days later he called me. Well, texted, actually. I think not having to actually speak to me made it less of a violation to him, like he wasn’t really cheating -and he certainly wasn’t cheating with another dude! The text said: Last day near book shop. Noon. Don’t be late. Short and sweet and to the point. I was at work but everyone deserves a little cock with their lunch, don’t they? I ducked out early so that I could get there on time. As before, it was just before noon and not terribly busy in the book store. I’d been coming from the opposite direction, so I didn’t see any of the construction or the crew when I arrived. But within a matter of minutes, he walked in the front door. Rushed in, actually, clearly so that none of his work buddies would see where he was sneaking off to. Our eyes met immediately and we headed back, silently, to the booths. We were there with a purpose so no time was wasted talking. He just followed me into the booth, locked the door behind us, and while I took my pants off, he fished his already fully erect dick out of his pants. This time he didn’t just take his dick out through the fly. He opened his jeans and let them fall to his ankles so that I could get a good look at those sexy, thick muscular legs. At first glance he looked lean-muscular. But those legs told a different story. Those legs were powerful and sexy -a strong weakness of mine. As if his Alpha attitude wasn’t enough to brainwash me, those legs certainly would do the trick! I got on my knees on the cum-sticky floor once again and got to work on that beautiful meat. He threw his head back and moaned as he enjoyed everything my mouth did to him. I heard him whispering to himself -Fuck, what are you doing to me? This was having some kind of effect on him, just not sure what. I think he was still in some sort of denial that he was in an adult book store with his dick in a faggot’s mouth. After a while I wanted to see how open I could get him to be so I eased off of his cock and started tonguing his balls. I slurped and licked those milk-makers like it was a melting popsicle. They were big and heavy, obviously full of cum -that thought got my mouth watering even more. What I wouldn’t give to feel that load going up my ass!! I wasn’t going to push my luck, though. He knew that I took dick up my ass without question, so it was there if he wanted. But all he seemed interested in was my mouth on his cock and balls. So he let me alternate between the two for at least 15 minutes. I normally get a little bored with lengthy blowjobs, but considering the environment and the sexy guy, I wasn’t bothered this time at all. I tried to brace myself with my hands on his muscular legs but he slapped them away. He really wasn’t into me touching him -probably too intimate, too gay. If only he knew -I really wanted to reach behind him and grab a firm butt cheek in each hand to pull his cock all the way down my throat as he emptied his seed into me. But no hands on legs definitely meant no hands on butt, so I managed. I was actually feeling a little like a con artist. Only I was going for the long con. Start off slow, earn their trust, and as he gets more comfortable, begin introducing new things extremely slowly so as to not scare him away. Possibly make him think it had been his idea -that would take a little work, but with patience it could be done. With a little time, I knew that I could get him wanting, needing, more than just a blowjob. Like last time, he took a firm grip on my ears and began to slam his cock into my throat, gagging me so deliciously, until he finally grunted loudly and flooded my mouth with his yummy cum. I let it all pool on my tongue, delighting in the feel of his as it slithered around in my mouth. The very second that I taste a fresh load, I get so fucking horny, and today was no exception. This was putting me into overdrive. Finally, after a minute or so, as he redressed and caught his breath, I swallowed his seed and smiled up at him. “Worth it?” I asked. “Worth what?” he asked, frowning. “The risk of getting spotted coming here.” The corner of his mouth tugged up on one side, giving him an extra sexy crooked grin. “I already scoped the area out this morning before anyone showed up to the site. Back door will take me out of sight and I’ll head back around from the other way.” I stood up to relieve my sore knees, and laughed at him. “Sounds like spy work. Too bad today’s the last day on this job.” He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? You like sucking this dick, faggot?” he asked, grabbing his denim clad bulge in his right hand. Fuck, I can never resist a man who grabs his crotch -there is nothing more masculine. “Damn right I do,” I told him. “My offer still stands. Any time you need to drain those balls, call or text and I’ll be there.” “You an on-call whore for all guys?” he asked gruffly. “Nah. I have a few friends I fuck around with, but no one I’ve made that arrangement with.” He just nodded, maybe glad, I don’t know. He’s not at all interested in me, so why would he feel possessive? He let those other guys breed me last time, maybe he just likes being in charge. Alpha, after all. I thought he was going to leave but he stopped with his hand on the handle, and turned back to me. He gestured over to the glory hole. There was no dick sticking through, but there was a helluva lot of cum dripping down the wall from some morning customers. Probably some ass juices, too. “Clean that shit up,” he ordered. My eyes took in the messy hole. There was cum all around it, and a thick trail all the way down the wall, ending with a nice sized puddle on the floor. My mouth was salivating again, my dick was throbbing in my jock strap, and my ass was quaking. I really wished I’d gotten fucked again while sucking him, but no such luck today. I started slowly licking around the hole, glancing sideways at him to see if he was enjoying what I was doing. Judging from the bulge in his jeans, I’d say so. I couldn’t believe I was doing something so dirty. Spent cum from total strangers, and who knows how many guys it had come from? Although that thought sort of scared me, it turned me on more, and fueled my hunger. I slurped and licked my way down the wall and stopped at the puddle on the floor. There had to be a good half cup or more there. On my knees again at this point, I couldn’t help it -I reached down and swirled my fingers around in the cummy mess. Once they were good and coated, I watched him as I reached back and inserted those fingers up my ass. “Fucking pig whore!” he yelled at me. “Do it again!” he ordered. I dipped my fingers in two more times and shoved the cum into my greedy hole, and then he lifted his booted foot up and stopped on my shoulder. Then he pushed me down, face down, towards the puddle. Even though I’d scooped up some of the loads into my ass, there was still lots there and he clearly wanted to watch me eating it all up off of the dingy disgusting book store floor. I couldn’t even imagine how many years of loads had accumulated on this floor and here I was on my knees, about to ingest all that I could. For him. His foot held firm as my face was in the slimy puddle like a pig in a trough. I slurped and I sucked until there was nothing left. And then he released me. I sat up licking my chops, smiling at him, even though he wore a look of amused disgust. “I’ll call you,” he said, abruptly turning and disappearing. And just like that he was gone, and I realized I had to get my filthy ass back to work. Good thing I had a high-protein lunch to get me through the rest of the day. I hoped I didn’t have to wait long for his next call.

Part One: A Blinking Light ********************************************** A bump in the road snapped me back to reality. It was nothing more than a gravel driveway, and I slowly navigated the darkness, the crunching sound of tire on stone and rock the only audible noise, heading for my destination. My stomach lurched with every tiny bump and pothole I hit. Yes, I was really doing this. My mind began to wander back again to our conversation just a few minutes previously. I had been driving when the telltale flash of my phones status light told me I had a message, that distinct orangish hue indicating it was from Grindr. I was in the middle of nowhere so I did what I shouldn't have and flicked open the app. He had started simply enough with a "hey man," and little did I know it would be anything but simple from there on out. As I always do, I flipped to his profile to see what I was dealing with: no picture, 46, 6'0", 145#, top, right now, positive. My pulse quickly sped up with that last part. It didn't say undetectable. Ordinarily no picture means instant dismissal but a guy on Grindr who straight up said positive was a rare find indeed! Of course guys who say positive often mean undetectable, but still the thrill of his stats (that one in particular) had me intrigued enough to respond. "Hi there." "You looking for some fun sexy stud? Slightly older guy here, but always ready to please." Slightly corny, but okay, I was still horned. "Depends on what you have in mind for me." Vague and elusive, I wanted him to give me more so that even if he turned out to be one of the thousands of flakes, at least I'd have something to beat off to when I get home. "Looking to slide inside a young buck such as yourself and ride him until I unleash my seed inside." A barebacker it sounded like, just my type of response! But now for the real test. "Sounds hot, you got any pics to share?" My phone fell silent for a moment. I knew it, he was one of those guys who probably hit up everyone in range just to amuse himself. I set the phone back down and returned myself to the task at hand of driving, though I noticed with slight amusement that he had definitely gotten the blood flow going down there. And then the steady pulsing of the notification light returned. He had responded. Oh fuck! His pictures took my growing uncut 7-inch piece straight to a solid state. His first pic was a full body shot. He was definitely rocking a semi-wasted look. He was thin with a hint of rib cage showing beneath his well-tanned skin, a nice but not too thick pellet of fur on his chest. His face was slightly gaunt, a thick but trimmed beard and a buzzed head. Thin, hairy, and veiny legs supported him, but his cock... my god, it was true what they said about wasting men--it makes their cocks more impressive. It looked long, uncut like mine, with an ample shaft but a quite impressive head that definitely flared out under the hood. It was the type of head, much thicker than the shaft, that would create that feel of a suctioning plunger inside an ass. There was a second picture, an even more impressive close-up of his wonderful monster. Now clearly hard and pointing at an erect and upright angle the head looked solidly larger than the shaft as I had noticed from the first picture, and just the tip of his piss slit peaking through the opening of his foreskin with a succulent and substantial strand of precum dangling down. I was sold. I responded with a picture of myself and one of my ass, as clearly that would be the most interesting part of me to him. I am a pretty good looking guy if you can get me to admit it. I stand 28, 5'11", 179#, fit though not muscular or ripped, but well exercised from all the sports I play. My chest is smooth, my skin a lightly tanned color, and my ass nice and firm--a slight bubble to it--and just a hint of fuzz on it. "Boy, I would love to be inside that beautiful pink hole, unleashing my seed inside you." "Fuck yeah man. It sounds like you play raw and shoot positive seed, right?" Again my phone fell silent. Had I perhaps broached that topic too quickly? I'm not one for small talk usually, but maybe this time should I have held off slightly, let the conversation develop more? The flash returned. "Prefer raw here, boy. My cock doesn't appreciate plastic. Oh, and my seed will change you - if that's what you want." Fuuuuuuck. It was. "It is, but your cock looks quite large, not sure that head will make it in!" "It's the hardest part to take, but once it's in, you'll never want it out." "Where are you?" This time there was no pause. Up popped the little map clip with the marker. Holy hell, he was just a few miles ahead. I was on a state road, but at 11:00 PM it was all but deserted and dark from the thick woods on either side. I had driven this road many times and had never noticed a house along my drive. "Looks like I'm driving toward you now and would arrive at your place in about five minutes. Is that too quick an arrival?" "Not at all. That cock pic is me - now. I'm ready if you are, boy." "Then I guess I'll see you shortly!" "Fuck yeah boy. Just be sure, 'cause I don't stop once I start, and once I'm in my head doesn't soften until it has unleashed its load inside you." Music to my ears. "I want it." "See you soon." And now, just a few minutes later, here I was, his small house in front of me, deep back in the woods. I parked, turned-off the Jeep, and took a deep breath. Last chance. I opened the door and stepped out into the crisp, cold, late-night air of a fall evening. Another deep breath and a pause. I turned and walked to the door and knocked. A few seconds later I heard footsteps approach the door. A hand on the knob, and the door opened. "Come on in," a voice said from inside. The room was dark, I couldn't see him in there. One last deep breath. I stepped inside.

I started watching interracial porn online and then wound up moving to interracial specific sites. I chewed through everything they made in probably under a month. They were the first porn sight I subscribed to and, so far, the last. They weren't making videos as fast as I was consuming them so I looked elsewhere. Then I learned about the entire Queen of Spades scene; women who only slept with black men. It was hot. Really hot. Eventually it was all I could get off to. After a while, I started to admire those women. Not 'admire' in the way you admire someone's beauty but in the way you wish to be them, or at least in their position. I dreamed up with elaborate ways to seduce a black man and have him dominate me. But that's all they were, fantasies. At least at first. I had started browsing an interracial sex blog. They mostly posted porn but sometimes they would post general lifestyle stuff. I was scrolling through the blog with my cock in my left hand and the mouse in my right when I saw a post about temporary tattoos. Jack of Spades often have tattoos that subtly hint they want to have sex with a black man, I hovered over it for a minute and thought about my fantasies. "What the Hell." I thought, "Worse case scenario i throw them out." I hit the link and the page blinked to an online store. There were the usual Queen of Spades tattoos at the top and some more extreme stuff at the bottom. I chose a black, curly spade with a white 'J' in the center. For Jack. I was about to head to the checkout when I started thinking about the stuff further down. I could feel my ass get hotter as I thought about them. Maybe... just a peek... I was largely disappointed by what I saw, most of it seemed over the top and grotesque. Then I saw one and my heart leapt. This one, this was one. I slammed on the 'add to cart' button and went to checkout. But after I bought them I came harder than I had ever cum in my entire life. A few business days later they arrived and I totally forgot about them. It was one of those things that's really hot when you're horny but you're immediately ashamed of when you cum. I considered throwing them away but I couldn't, it would be denying a part of myself. "Maybe I'll go out to a gay bar and wear them at a bar or something?" As soon as I thought it my stomach tightened. What if I run into somebody I know? What if the guy I meet knows someone I do? What if he knows family? No. No way I'm risking that. I couldn't keep them, But I couldn't throw them away. Then I had a stroke of genius, I'd keep them in my fag bag, that way if I'm ever out of town or got a Hotel room alone I've got them right there. I pulled my black fag bag out of my closet and slid them carefully into the small front pouch, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few months later I got a hotel room, So I went and got a cheap motel room. My room was completely red with white sheets. It had a heart shaped jacuzzi in the room. I pulled out the Chastity Cock Cage and put it on, I changed into a jock strap and some sweats and a tee shirt and watched TV. When I got a hankering for a coke. I counted out a couple bucks in quarters and headed for the ice machine. Standing in front of the ice machine was a man straight out of my dreams. His skin was the color of Mahogany and he looked as sturdy, dense muscles stretching beneath hairless skin. He was huge, easily 6'2" with broad shoulders and huge pecs all barely hidden under a grey hoodie and blue jeans. "Hey," he said, "You have a quarter I can borrow?" I realized I was staring and stammered out some kind of affirmative before handing him a quarter. "Thanks." He had a tattoo on his body. I smiled and walked back to my room, conscious of every step. My heart pounded in my chest and I swallowed hard. I'd always had a reaction around tall black men but nothing like that before! Then I remembered the tattoos. I opened my door a crack and peeked out. He just entered his room; 25, right next to the ice. This was it. This was the perfect moment. I yanked the tattoos from my bag and ran to the bathroom. I put the smaller one, the Jack of Spades, right on my arm, I put the second, larger one on my right butt cheek. It needed all the room i could give it. After a few dozen times checking them in the mirror I took a deep breath and knocked on his door. "Just a sec." He opened the door and rose an eyebrow at me. "Hi." I said, I could feel my ass getting hotter. "Hi." He responded a little sarcastically. I swallowed hard and put all my effort into not shaking. "The phone in my hotel room doesn't work and I was going to call the front desk and find out how to get on the web, Mind if I barrow yours?" He looked me up and down and shrugged, "Sure, come on in." I murmured a thank you and and walked directly to the phone and started dialing. His room was a carbon copy of mine, down to the red walls but no. Whoever cleans this motel deserved an award. I put my hand to the receiver and turned to him, "They put me on hold." "Makes sense," he said, "It's Saturday night. Probably a lot of people getting rooms ." I cradled the phone in the crook of my neck, pointing my tattoo on my arm at him, and acted like I was making idle conversation. "So what's the tattoo for?" He smiled a little, revealing perfectly straight teeth, "It's nothing much, I've just been pretty lucky in life that's all." I nodded approvingly. "What's yours?" "What this?" I pointed to it, "Nothing it's too weird." "No come on, tell me." "No I can't. It's too weird. You'll laugh at me." "No I'm serious!" I smiled mischievously, "Google it." He rolled his eyes and pulled out his iPhone. Just then the front desk answered, I said I'm in room 41 and wanted to get the code for the web, being extra sure to say the room number a few times to front desk, "Any luck googling that?" I said as I opened the door. "Yea just one-" He trailed off and his eyes narrowed. He read over it a few times and looked at me in disbelief. I smiled my best," A few minutes after I returned to my room there was a soft knock at the door. My heart hammered in my chest as I opened it. I held the door open as he entered and said, I think I figure out the tattoo" He took off his hoodie, stretching out his chest and back as he did, "You know I think I did." As he rubbed his dick, I moved down to my knees and pulled down the waistband of his sweats. He looked surprised but he smiled. I reached in to his boxers and my heart skipped a beat. He was way bigger than I thought. I pulled it out and it was almost one and a half times as long as my dick hard. And thick. So thick I could barely wrap my hand around it. I ran my tongue all the way from the base of his shaft to his head, reveling in the taste of his cock. "Good." I said and slid his cock past my lips and all the way into my throat. I held it there for a moment, pressing it to my throat before I pulled it out again. I gasped when I pulled it out, but he gently gripped me by my hair and put my mouth back around his cock. Slowly he startled fucking my throat until his balls were hitting my chin. I gagged but let him fuck me. I wanted to please him. Finally he pulled out and rested his gigantic saliva-covered cock on my face. "You like that don't you ?" He asked again. ? I was still gasping around his meat, so I just nodded and caught my breath. He grinned and forced his cock back into my mouth, fucking my throat all over again. He pounded and pounded until his cock started to twitch and his balls sucked into him. I closed my eyes and waited for the salty taste of black cum. But he yanked himself out of my throat and grabbed my scalp with his left hand. I closed my eyes just in time to feel loads of warm cum splash onto my eyes, nose, lips and open mouth. He squirted over and over until my entire face was caked with his Black Seed. I felt him shake off his last few drops onto my outstretched tongue. My cock was so hard and pressing against the cock cage, as I swallowed the load in my mouth and then set about sweeping the cum off my face and into my mouth, gratefully swallowing every drop. When I opened my eyes he was still hard and I instinctively stretched my tongue toward his cock. "Nope." He said, lifting me to my feet. "That was just a warmup." I took off my shirt and climbed onto the bed. I immediately felt his hands on my waste band and he yanked down my sweats in a frenzy. He smiled when he saw my cock cage, And said you are going to be my slave, Once my pale ass was exposed he stopped, and chuckled at the black ink on my right cheek. The second tattoo read, "Black Cock Only" I felt his massive head force its way into me. It hurt, a lot. I couldn't handle it. I begged, pleaded him to stop but he just pressed harder and deeper. When I started to squirm away he held me down. I didn't just feel the pain in my ass, it jolted over my legs and through my very spine as though I was being split in half. I grunted in pain and his massive black hand covered my mouth and he took my ass by force. My tears mingled with the cum glaze he left and flowed over his thick fingers as he made my ass his. Not tears of terror, tears of pain and pleasure. He released his grip on me when he realized I was backing my ass into his cock. He said, This ass is mine now, Eventually the pleasure weighed out the pain and I couldn't keep myself from moaning. Long, deep animal noises in a voice that was not my own. His cock slammed into my bowels in long, deep strokes until I could feel his massive balls slapping mine, dwarfing them. Suddenly he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass toward him. I could feel his Big Black Cock pulsating inside me, sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He was cumming in my ass. Marking it as his own. I could feel his load filling me, and I came with him. He withdrew his massive BBC and his sperm leaked out of my ass and over my balls and already-limp cock. He smiled and rested his cum-covered meat in between my ass-cheeks, knowing I wouldn't -or couldn't- resist. "This," He squeezed my ass like it was a new toy. "This is mine now." I own this now" Unable to speak, gasping into the pillow, I merely looked back at him and nodded. I rented the room all weekend, I stayed in all weekend, And he owned my ass for the weekend That started a reg thing for me renting a room, And taking care of Black Men ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I went to the sauna last night. It was a little slow at first. I was fucked by a guy I hadn't seen in ages, but he didn't want to cum so early in the evening. Then I went into the dark room and walked in on an orgy of four or five. I could barely make them out, but the one nearest me had a thick cock, which I chowed down on for a while. I turned and backed onto it. He slid in me with a grunt of pleasure and fucked me till he shot with a loud gasp. He sat on a bench, and I lay next to him. "Was that dirty cum?" "Yeah," he chuckled. "Really dirty!" I followed him outside. His torso was covered with purple blotches. Later, I found him in the dark room again laying on a bench. As I sucked him, an Asian dude followed by a big bear wandered in. The Asian inched over and tentatively touched my ass. I pulled apart my ass cheeks, and he slid a surprisingly long cock up my mancunt. He fucked me while the bear egged him on. "Fuck that ass! Give the fucker what he deserves. He got it cumin'." The Asian got even more aroused. "Yeah, Man! I'm one Dirty Slut. So gimme all ya got!" That really turned him on. He spilt a heavy load into my ass. "You poz?" I really didn't even have to ask. He grunted and left. The bear climbed on top of me, his short, stubby cock sliding up my butt. "I'm going to give you my very special seed." "What's so special ‘bout it?" "It’ll grow on ya. You’ll learn to love it." "You gonna poz me?" "You want it, doncha?” he asked rhetorically, snaking his poison rod up my ass. "Yeah," I muttered. "I really do." I don't know whether he heard me or not cause he did nothing to acknowledge my confession. I took a hit of my Poppers, and heard a low growl as his toxic spooge flooded my cunt. I kissed him, and he said he'd do me again before he left. I needed a break and made out with an old guy I'd seen there before. Great cock, but he was impotent. After coffee, I climbed into the sling. The same old bear sat on the bench across from me transfixed by my cummy gaping pussy. We talked of pozzing both the willing and the unsuspecting. All's fair in love and war. He came over and slid his turgid tool up my mancunt once again. "FUCK ME!" I pleaded. He grinned. "Oh, yeah? You wanna leave here with two bug doses?" "More if I can manage." He fucked me with deliberate concentration. Our souls seemed to bore into each other as he shot up my ass. "Five notches in my belt," he said. I didn’t understand. "Five confirmed conversions. You'll be number six." When he was satisfied the bug had permeated my innards, he pulled out. We kissed. He left. I went back to the dark room and lay down. A big guy came in and looked down at me. He was very nervous and sweaty. He left momentarily, then returned. I got on my knees and offered him my squishy pussy. He fumbled with his towel and slid in me, cumming prematurely. "Sorry," he mumbled. I stood up and kissed him. "No sweat. That felt hot. Are you poz?" He hesitated. "How'd you know?" "Just an inkling. Seems like everyone who's fucked me here tonight is poz."

I know everyone here has their fantasies. Lord knows I've got more than I can type about. In my case most of the fantasies translate into situations I would most likely not not attempt by any means to fulfill because I would be afraid to either deal with the consequences or the "Oh shit, what did I get myself into?" situation. I'm curious about this line of fantasy. I have my acting as a willing cum-dump fantasy. I have another where I allow someone to secure me to some sort of bondage fixture and they whore me out for a complete weekend to anyone with a dick. I'm curious to hear about the dark fantasies that you might harbor but would never or likely never go through with. The sort of fantasies that if there was a do over, or you don't have to actually suffer the consequences of, that you might set up. Mods, if I've posted this in the wrong forum, please move it and let me know.

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.

I met Brandon, a local guy, online. He'd made no bones about being a POZ TOP and into BAREBACKING. I accused him of being a GIFT GIVER; and he replied he couldn't be, because a Bottom's odds for getting POZZED were 1 in 50, so it was unlikely he'd ever POZZED anyone on the first Fuck. I wrote back that I was NEG, a BOTTOM, and, since we were almost neighbors, we ought to get together. We set up a date for two days later. When I pulled into the parking lot, I quickly spotted his blue van. He was leaning against the bumper, smoking. 5'9", 155, bleached hair, wrinkled tee and cut-offs. I pulled up beside him, in my office duds; and we set off down the jogging trail. A footpath veered into the woods. I took it and approached a tiny clearing, littered with tissues and used condoms. I dropped my slacks and pushed down my briefs, to piss. Brandon came up behind me and reached around to pump my gushing shaft. My yellow stream overflowed his fingers. He turned me round and wiped his hand across my lips. We kissed, and his 6" slipped between my legs. Huge testicles, compact with Toxic Jizz, compressed against my thighs. He pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth. His balls raked against my chin, an invitation to palm his naked Sac and milk it. Aroused, he turned me round and bent me over. I grasped a tree trunk for support. My ass was in the air and my legs were spread. I moaned in passion, and not too quietly, as the sun rays and summer breeze cavorted on my naked butt in concert with the hot tongue rimming me. He arose, and grasped my hips, and pressed his bare cock against my sphincter. It felt so good, him easing into me, even though he'd used no lube other than his spit. I faced the trail; and, through the trees, caught glimpses of guys and gals cavorting past, as I cried out in pain and pleasure. He pulled out, removed his cutoffs, briefs, and tee, and arranged them on a bed of leaves. He lay down on the blanket he had fashioned. His 6" shaft, glistening spit and slime and precum, winked up at me. I knew the fallacy of "1 in 50" – the odds for a Thousand Faggots getting POZZED. But I was not a Thousand. I was One. Some guys POZ from Precum, while others take a thousand loads—and nothing. Which was I? I straddled him and guided his throbbing Cock into me and eased down till my ass connected with his pubes. I began the rhythmic pulsing which I knew would spur an avalanche of Venom up my ass. It was only minutes before he groaned in hedonistic agony that he was cumming. Emboldened by his proximity, I ground away till torrents of his Poison Jizz invaded me. He got up, brushed off his shorts and tee, and left me naked, standing there, his lethal Load dripping down my thighs. I'd shaved that morning, and in my haste to get to work, had nicked my Mancunt several times. I reached behind and worked a finger up my ass. As I suspected, my digit came back laced with Pink. At work that afternoon my Hole felt open, fucked and gratified. My briefs grew damp and my thighs sticky as his pungent Cream drained out of me. It'd been just hours since I'd been Fucked and already I craved replenishment of his Charged Seed. I skipped my nightly shower and sat down at my PC to write him.

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5. Rod "Let's enjoy how good this can feel," I said. My balls were pressed against Jay's asshole, and my dickhead was buried deep in his guts. It was already dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into him. The boy had been hungry to get fucked, signaling it by grinding his fuzzy ass against my face, desperate for every bit of my tongue. I was happy that he had not mentioned pulling out, much less a condom. The only trick now was to get at least one load inside of him before he started to think about the implications of unsafe sex with a strange man. Or, perhaps he was one of the beautiful, naive boys that had become so wonderfully common over the past few years. Raised on a steady diet of bareback porn and little to no guidance on safer sex, they hardly even knew to ask about my status or for a condom. "Oh fuck," Jay groaned again, as my cock pushed a little deeper. Every inch of him was still virgin territory, a landscape of pleasure that I was going to get to explore, enjoy, and ultimately poison with my toxic loads. "You feel so good inside of me," he said. "Come here, boy." I wrapped my arms around his torso, and pulled him down. Up close, I could see his green eyes, framed by the black glasses he wore. He hadn't taken them off when we had gotten undressed; and it helped him seem a little older than the just-barely-eighteen that I feared he was. I didn't bother to take them off. Jay naturally sought out my mouth, and we enjoyed a deep intimate kiss. I allowed his tongue into my mouth and felt him explore it. "This feels so good," I said, in between our making out. "I'm so glad I can do this with you." It was shameless, but it didn't matter. I had paid dearly for the pleasure of his hole and there had been a premium for the privilege of pozzing him up. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel anything less than treasured by me. For the rest of the night, I would constantly remind him of the pleasure he was getting. Hopefully, he would remember this visceral, animal enjoyment of sex. Tomorrow, there would be an intellectual fear, of the risks he had taken, but by then, it would be too late. "Fuck, Rod. Your cock. Inside me," Jay said, as he pushed himself back up to ride my dick like an experienced slut. I needn't have worried about the G. He was flying on the G. It would further reduce the chances that Jay would ask about a condom. Of course, they were remote in the first place. Even I couldn't turn down the feeling of a thick raw cock in my hole, and I was mostly top. Jay on the other hand had all the makings of a true bottom. The lure of raw cock and fertile seed would be too hard for him to resist even sober, much less with the GHB further fueling his depraved needs. Any second thoughts I might have had about dosing Jay were quickly dissipating as he thrust his hole against my body, pushing my cock deeper into his body. He was riding me hard and fucking himself deep all at the same time. He was smiling, his eyes closed in the pleasure of having another man's cock deep in his hole. Of course, his dick was also betraying his base emotions. It was sticking straight up, hard with the slightest hint of pre-cum at the tip. I wanted Jay to have fun tonight. Not so much that I would pull out of him, but I wanted him to always associate tonight with pleasure. Of course, this was not entirely altruism on my part. I wanted Jay to associate pleasure with bareback sex. I wanted him to equate partying with gratification. I must have been staring at him, because when he finally opened his eyes again, he paused for a moment. "This is cool, right?" he asked. His voice quivered a bit; he was afraid the answer would be a no, and his moment of happiness would be shattered. "Hell yeah," I said, pushing my cock back inside of him. He gasped, his dick throbbed, and he clenched his muscles around my shaft. I could feel how much he needed a cock inside of him. "Feels so good to be inside you. To feel you like I really wanted to." "You wanted me?" he asked. He was at that age where every man was beautiful, but so few of them knew it. His innocence was charming and made my balls ache for the possibility to defile him. In between the waves of pleasure radiating out from my shaft, I remembered that I needed to cum inside of him. It was important that I did it before he began to wonder about getting fucked raw. The GHB I did would make it harder to cum, but this was a challenge that I relished. "Yeah," I said. "Fucking hot young man." "Thanks," he said. He blushed. "It's just..." "Your first time, right?" I asked. I already knew the answer; even if he had never said it out right, he had hinted at it. "Yeah," he said. "And?" I asked. "Do you like it? Getting fucked?" I reached out and grabbed his cock. It was shorter than me, maybe only six or seven inches, but it was still thick enough to have some weight. Plus, it was filled with blood. It was stiff, hard, and masculine. "Your dick says you like it." "Yeah," he said. "I do." He pushed his body against my hips, forcing my cock deeper into him. "It feels amazing. Like..." He trailed off, his eyes closing, as he got lost in the sensation of my dick sliding in and out of his ass. He didn't know it, but he had already lost everything that would be precious to him: his innocence and virginity, his health, and his sobriety. In addition to my cock deep in his hole and my toxic pre-cum leaking into him, the drugs were also coursing through his blood. Of course, this was just the beginning for Jay. There would be plenty more of everything for him later. He'd get more dick, more infected cum, and plenty more drugs to ease his transition from good boy to dirty whore. Just thinking about Jay getting used and degraded got my dick pulsing. There was the familiar tingle at the tip as my dirty fantasies and Jay's eager fucking pushed me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "You're enjoying it too, I think," Jay said. I smiled. "I am. It feels good to be inside you. I'm glad you are letting me share this experience with you." I pushed my cock deeper into Jay, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. It was a low, deep, intense groan, enough for me to feel it in the center of my dick. I tried my best, but it was too much for me. My balls had already clenched up and were ready to unload. "Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuck," he groaned again. It was another deep-shaft massage for me, and I stopped holding back. "Oh fuck, yes," I grunted. A volley of sperm coursed down the length of my shaft, and erupted into Jay. "Fuuuuuuuck," he continued, at the exact same moment my toxic sperm shot into his ass. He wouldn't be able to feel my orgasm, unless I let him know. But, it wasn't time to tell him I was cumming in him. At least not yet. It would come, hopefully after I had a chance to give him a second or even third load. "You feel so fucking good," I said, through clenched teeth, trying not to reveal my body-shaking orgasm. I was happy, because the young boy's hole had been anointed with another man's cum. Jay was just extraordinarily unlucky that my cum happened to be unmedicated, high-viral-load, dirty pozjuice. I slammed my cock back into Jay, shooting another jet of warm cream into his hole. "Oh fuck," Jay finally said. It was the same word, but a different tone of voice. He was back in control of himself, no longer giving himself over to the sexual beast that we had unleashed. "That is so fucking hot. Your cock. So hard. In my hole." "So hot and wet," I said, completing his sentence. "It's hard not to want to go all the way." "I know. I want to feel you cum inside me." I smiled, and nodded. He continued. "But I want to enjoy this ride a long, long time." "Don't worry boy," I said. "I'm good for several loads." "It just..." He stammered a bit, the sex demon was re-asserting itself. "so fucking hot to feel you inside me." He leaned down. A bit of my shaft pulled out of him, and my dickhead rubbed some of my sperm into his ass. "So...right," he said. "I know." My cock was throbbing as we talked and gently working my load into the boy. He had leaned all the way down, his face now only a few inches from mine. Even in the low light of the patio, I saw the familiar glazed look on his face. He was G'ed out, and every sensation would have dark, sexual overtones for him. It was a seductive sensation; he would spend the rest of his life chasing after this feeling. It was the feeling of being a little high and a lot horny, the horniness giving him permission to chase after pure pleasure. "I just...I just....want you." He bit his lip, trying to deny himself the pleasure he was feeling. "I want you in me. Just like this." I risked going a little further. "You like my pre-cum in you?" "Oh fuck yeah," Jay said. He pushed and forced more of my shaft back into his hole. "Oh yeah," he moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. I stopped worrying. I had gotten the all-important first load into him. It counted for bragging rights; the next load and the ones that followed would just be practice, re-enforcing Jay's very first fuck. "You inside me. Your pre-cum dripping into me." I smiled. Aiden would be pleased at how Jay was turning out. He might have been a bit shy at first and uncertain about the possibilities of two males having fun together. But he was learning quickly and getting used to how good a dick up his ass could feel. He was fucking himself hard on my cock. "Fuck me, please, Rod. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Just fucking fuck me," he grunted. I slammed my cock into him. If he kept this up, between the dirty talk and the tight fuzzy hole on my dick, I was going to cum a second time. "Please man. Give it to me. Give me that hard cock," Jay murmured. He was still pressed against me, his lips right against my ear. He was just whispering, but he was close enough for me to hear every desperate syllable. "Oh fuck, Rod. Don't take it out of me. Your fucking dick, Rod, it's inside me." He reached down between his legs and found the margin between us, where my cock stretched open his hole and entered his body. I felt his finger press against my shaft. He only succeeded in making me drip even more of my pre-cum into his hole. "Oh fuck Rod," he whispered. Jay's body was pressed against mine. He was shaking, but whether from fear, excitement, pleasure or a mixture of all three, I couldn't tell. I pulled him closer to me and his warm skin pressed against mine. He was clenching his hole tight around my cock as hard as he could, not wanting a single millimeter of my cock to slide out of him. "Relax boy. This can go on as long as you need it to," I whispered into his ear. His torso relaxed a bit, but his hole was just needy as before. "Please, Rod. Give it to me. Give me all of it." It was easy to convince myself that he wasn't talking just about my cock, but about everything that my cock stood for: the drugs I indulged in, the forbidden fantasies that I enacted, the money I traded for sex, and the virus that I transmitted with every load of cum. I gave him a long kiss. "I'll give you everything you've ever dreamt of." Of course, nightmares were also dreams. It wasn't my business to know Jay's nightmares; it was my business to act out my fantasies. "But just for now. For me." "Yes?" Jay asked, anticipating a request from me. "Just enjoy yourself. Just focus on the pleasure." "I want to you focus on the pleasure too, Rod. I want to make you happy." "Don't worry," I replied. "You're doing a fine job. A damn fine job making me happy." Something clicked for me at that moment. I remembered that I was paying for this. There was no obligation for me to do anything but enjoy myself. It was my time to be a selfish, greedy fucker, and to use Jay as the partied-up fucktoy that he was. "Oh fuck," I grunted, and pushed my dick further into Jay. I felt the spooge already up there slide past my dickhead. "Oh fuck, Rod. Keep it in me." Did he not know how hard it was not to understand his sex-crazed demands as anything other than begging to be pozzed up? "Give it to me." "Of course, Jay," I said. My cock went back into the depths of his hole. My engorged dickhead and thick shaft pressed my first gift deeper into Jay. Jay deserved it. He was still young and he would have many years of spreading the virus before he would succumb to the ravages of drugs and illness. I wanted my seed to spread, and Jay was the latest in a long line of vessels by which I would infect my entire world. "Fuck, that feels amazing," Jay groaned. "Fucking amazing." "You want more of it?" I said. Jay just nodded; he was gasping for breath in perfect synchrony with my strokes. "Come on," I continued. "Sit on it." I gently pushed him back up, where his body weight and gravity conspired to force even more of my shaft into his body. It was also very clear just how turned-on Jay was. His dick was sticking straight up, just as hard as my cock was. And, just like my cock, there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I ran my finger across it, then licked my finger. It tasted clean and fresh; there was no hint of the virus that contaminated my semen. At least, there was no hint yet. "Oh fuck," Jay moaned, as he settled down onto my cock. "So fucking big. So deep in me." "Just relax," I said. "Just enjoy the feeling of getting fucked. Of my cock deep inside of you." Jay closed his eyes, threw his head back, and grunted in pure pleasure. I wanted to spend all night fucking the boy. I wanted to massage my load into him, make sure that my seed found fertile soil to colonize and grow. But, Aiden would be out shortly to check on us, and he would more plans for Jay. It was a much higher fee to have exclusive use of a boy's hole, and I had yet to meet the boy that wasn't improved with the seed of several men soaking into him. I reached down and played with Jay's dick. The boy had a nice dick, a good length plus a thick, meaty shaft. He was still hard and was still dripping pre-cum. It made my own cock throb to think how turned-on Jay was, and how much he deserved several more loads in him. I would have to cum soon if I wanted one of those to be a second one from me. "Oh fuck Jay," I grunted, as he started to ride my cock, practically milking me for every drop of pre-cum I could give him. "Fucking ride that goddamn cock." "Oh fuck," Jay groaned again. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the patio door slide open. But I didn't care; Edward threw these parties specifically for us to bareback whoever we wanted and get to breed their holes. Nailing an innocent neg boy on the balcony was not just tolerated, it was expected. "Oh hell yes," he grunted. He had either not seen what I had, or had ignored it. I pushed my dick against his hips, forcing myself deep into him. I held it there, just long enough to feel the familiar, wonderful tingle of an impending orgasm. Jay instinctively knew what to do, and began to rock to and fro on my dick, massaging me to the very edge of orgasm. "Oh god," I moaned. "This is fucking amazing." I stopped trying to hold back any longer. He was practically begging me to cum into him. He didn't care that I was poz. Or, rather, I knew he wouldn't care. He was high on G and his ass would be hungry like never before. The GHB had activated pathways of pleasure that had never been triggered before, and Jay was reveling in the infinitely familiar yet profoundly new sensations. He moaned, "Oh fuck. Give it to me please!" "Oh hell yeah," I grunted. "Oh Hell YEAH!" I turned my head to one side for a second, and I saw Aiden standing just behind Jay, where the young man couldn't see. He smiled at me and gave me a two-thumbs-up sign. Any lingering doubt about permission was erased; Jay's pimp had just given me clearance to seed the young man's hole. Now, all that mattered was getting off and filling Jay with my toxic seed. "Come on, Rod," Jay grunted, "Come on. Give me all of it." The tingle of orgasm had grown, and I was only seconds away from exploding in his ass for the second time tonight. In the quest to infect a boy, depth of seeding was important, as was the virulence and potency of the seed. But nothing really made up for sheer quantity. The more toxic seed I pumped into the whore-boy, the better his chances of getting infected. I pushed my dick as deep as I could and let my animal instincts take over. My balls pulled up, tightened, and a spurt of semen started to barrel down the length of my shaft. "OH HELL YEAH," I grunted, almost loud enough to penetrate the windows of the rooms around me. I didn't care. I was breeding a hot young stud, filling him with my pozcum, and there was nothing between us to protect him. "OH HELL YEAH," I repeated. A second spurt of cum shot down the length of my dick, and deep into Jay's hungry hole. "Oh god," Jay mumbled. "It feels so good." He was having trouble processing all the sensations that were colliding: his first time on GHB, the first night with another man, and certainly the first time getting fucked using cum as a lube. I wasn't surprised that he wasn't able to say much. It didn't matter. My dick was still dribbling my virulent seed into the boy, which was only making the feelings more intense. "I don't want to stop. "Oh yeah," I said. The initial intensity of the orgasm had been expended in launching my seed deep into Jay's ass. The furious urgency had been dealt with, and it was time to focus on my dick. I was rubbing my shaft against every inch of Jay's ass, and working my slime into the boy. "Oh fuck, this is nice," I said. "Hell yeah," Jay said. "It's so warm. So comfortable inside me." "It feels so good. How hot your hole is. How wet you are." "It's fucking hot." Jay relaxed his legs a bit, which only pushed my dick a bit further into him. "So hard." "And so deep," I said. "Nice show men," a voice suddenly said. "A very nice show." It was a new voice, one that had not been with us before. I turned to the side, and there was Aiden, less than an arm's breadth from us. Jay also turned to the sound of Aiden's voice. He turned so fast that my dick nearly fell out of him; only me holding onto his waist avoided that fate. "Oh fuck," he said, the tone was one of fear and uncertainty. "I'm sorry, man. I'm so fucking sorry." "What are you sorry for, Jay?" Aiden asked. He was now just wearing a pair of boxers, the light blue fabric was nearly a perfect match to his eyes. "I mean. Me. Your friend. This," Jay stammered. His asshole was clenched tight around my shaft; he might have been embarrassed by being discovered mid-fuck, but he wasn't going to give up my pole. "This is exactly how I had hoped it would turn out. You men enjoying each other. Each other's bodies." He turned to me. "How's it for you?" he asked. "Fucking amazing," I said. "That's what I like to hear," Aiden said. "Seems like you boys are getting along just fine. But you may want to join the party soon. Our friend Tina just showed up, and I'm sure Jay would enjoy meeting her." "I'm sure he would," I said. "Nor would I mind hanging out with her a bit." Jay looked confused, but I didn't care. I'd explain a bit later what Tina was, and show him just how good it could make him feel. "I'll leave you boys alone. Seems like you don't need much help having fun." "See you in a bit," I said. Jay was still clenched around my dick, not yet ready to give it up. I'd have to ease him into the idea of going back to the party. The one carrot I could dangle for him was the promise that he'd be fucked some more. "You want to take a break?" I asked. "See what the party's like?" "I just," he stammered. "I just like this so much." "I know," I said. "And there's plenty more time for this. Time to do it with me, if you want." He nodded. "I guess." He rocked back and forth on my shaft. I could feel the two loads squish back and forth. "Do you need to get off? I mean, do you want to cum?" I reached down and played with his cock. He was still hard and there was more pre-cum at the tip. I licked the pre-cum off my finger, savoring the sweet, innocent flavor. It was going to be one of the last times Jay could claim "innocent" as a description. The gathered guests would be hungry for a fresh piece of ass like Jay. "I already came," I said. "Twice." "Fuck," Jay said. He was quiet, but his ass stayed wrapped around my dick. "Fuck," he repeated. "I've never even cum in a girl's mouth." "And now you've got two loads from me in your ass." "I know," he said. He was still rocking back and forth on my cock. "Two loads. Inside me." His dick was hard in my hand. He was still trying to fathom what I had just told him, and what it meant for his future. "Fuck man." "You ok?" I asked. "Yeah," he grunted, almost more an animal sound than a human voice. "I am," he said. He was still rocking back and forth on my shaft, stimulating my dick and almost daring me to cum a third time. "Really good." "Let's go inside," I said. "I think you're going to enjoy this party. I think you're going to enjoy it a lot." "This is already been amazing," he said. I gently lifted him off my shaft. It came out clean and glossy, slicked down by my cum. "It's just," "Not what you expected?" I asked. He was a stranger in a very strange land indeed now, and I had to remember that. Jay was learning the norms of how men had sex, and it would be a many more nights like this before he had the same instincts as I did. "Yeah," Jay said. He leaned in and kissed me. "But, so hot. You inside me." "My load in you." "Two of your loads in me."

Part 13 “Just put the pizza on the table in the kitchen, thanks,” Tom said from behind the young pizza boy. “Sure,” he replied as he cautiously walked past me and into the kitchen. Once he had put the pizza down he walked back towards the door, he must have had a look at my ass as he did. “Like his arse?” Tom said plainly. “Eh…I… I should get back to work,” the pizza boy responded, walked quickly past me, his face scarlet. “Wow, kid it’s okay, my boy there is very accommodating. I’m sure he’d love to taste that hard cock you’ve got growing in your jeans.” The boy blushed again and I could feel myself moving towards him. What was I doing? Tom’s blue eyes pierced into mine. I knew what he was telling me to do. I knelt down in front of the twink and slowly found my hands unbuttoning his jeans. “I really shouldn’t… I’ve never… you know… well not properly… my boss will wonder where I’ve been.” He tried to move away from me but Tom had a grip on his shoulders and kept him and his hard cock in front of me. “Don’t worry about it, we were all virgins once. We’ll go slow and I’ll ask what you want to do. How about it? Tell you what, you’ll walk out of here with at least a week's wages and if you’re lucky, a surprise.” I took the guy's cock in my mouth, and any objections he might have had were gone. Was I really sucking a virgin cock? It wasn’t anything special but it was a nice length and had a decent girth. He was uncut which was nice. Be fore long I was deep throating the twink while Tom worked his nipples. Tom had slipped his sweats off, carefully keeping his top on, hiding his tattoo, the young kid was excitedly playing with his cock. “Let’s move this to the bedroom, it’s more comfortable in there.” Tom ushered the kid into the bedroom stripping his clothes off him as they went, I felt concern for the boy. Would Tom do to him what he’s done to me? I couldn’t let that happen. I found myself mounting the bed in front of them both. Maybe if I made a good show of my ass Tom would alternate with the kid in fucking me, and the kid would escape getting fucked. Tom grabbed some lube and slapped it on my ass and roughly shoved his fingers into my hole. I groaned and huffed some poppers. “Go on kid, bury your cock balls deep. He can take it.” “Do you have a condom?” Again the kid blushed. “We don’t use them, me and my boy only play with each other but I’d love to see you fuck him.” Tom sounded so reassuring and innocent that I wasn’t surprised that the kid fell for it. He placed the tip of his innocent cock at my hole, and with Toms encouragement he slowly slid deeper into me. It was the most gentle fuck I’d had in over a week. He picked up the pace after some time and I knew he probably wouldn’t last long. Tom took the poppers and forced them under the kids nose. By his reaction he was new to them. He started to bury deeper into me and from the force behind me I could tell Tom was making a move for the kids hole. I looked in the mirror to see Tom lubing up his cock and the kids hole. The kid looked like he was in heaven, completely new to every sensation. Tom again made the kid take deep hits of the poppers, asking “What do you want kid?” murmuring into the kid's ear while forcing the brown bottle under the kids nose again. “Fuck me,” the kid almost whispered. “Fuck you? You want it all? I’m big and I fuck hard.” “Yeah fuck me hard, don’t stop.” The kid was clearly high off the fumes, little did he know what to expect from Tom. Tom, however, took advantage of the kid's invitation, and lining his cock at the victim's hole, in one swift move had brutally taken the twink's virginity. “Fuck… owww…. no….no….please stop!” The kid tried to get away from Tom but as he did he only buried deeper into me. Interestingly the kid was harder than he had been. Tom slapped the kid's ass cheek hard and then put his had over his mouth as he brutally raped his ass! I felt the kid's orgasm as he came hard in my ass. Tom clearly knew the kid had cum by his ass muscles clenching. Tom violently pulled the kid away and pushed him across the room. He didn’t even glance at the kid as he went rolling across the floor. Tom slammed his cock deep into my ass and I felt his cum fill me deep and raw. I had no time to adjust to what had just happened, but I felt oddly satisfied that Tom had cum in me and not the pizza kid. After Tom’s orgasm subsided he glanced over at the kid who was sitting on the carpet staring at us both. “Sorry about that kiddo, but my cum is for my boy’s hole only. I’m sure you understand.” The kid looked confused and frightened about the situation. Tom walked over the bedside took a roll of dollars out his wallet and threw it at the kid barking “Our little secret kid. Now, grab your clothes and fuck off. My pizza will be cold.”

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Part 3 (The New Alpha) Matt woke in Monday morning with 'morning wood' like he had never had before. He could still feel a slight stinging in his right arm as he relived the weekend in which Steve took owner ship of his ass. As he thought deeply on the intimacy of Steve's repeated breeding of him with a poz cum he just had to jerk his cock. He hadn't cum since he bred nerd boy. It didn't take log for Matt to cum, and boy did he cum. He had such a strong orgasm and produced (what he thought) was the largest load of cum in his life. Matt knew he loved fucking a nice ass (or pussy) raw and breeding it full of his cum. He never thought that he'd be on the receiving end of a raw cock and (over the past weekend) poz cum. Matt knew the risks associated with bareback, but figured as a top his risk were relatively low. Now that he has seen the joy of bottoming he new he was going to always bareback as a bottom and top. As he recovered from his orgasm with his cock sill semi hard he began to play with the puddle of cum on his defined abs. He wondered if his load was capable of pozzing an unsuspecting neg ass as Steve had discussed with him the other night. Right after Matt's initial breeding, and as Steve fed Matt more from the pipe, Steve talked about Matt's future and the position as 'Alpha Male", in charge of the boys Steve whored out. As Steve said to Matt (barrowing from the 'Godfather'), "I'm gonna make you an offer you can't refuse." Basically Steve told Matt he had two choices, he would become the new AM or join the chem whore boys who's asses Steve owned and sold. Matt had 5 seconds to make up his mind. Although Steve knew the kid was too much of a jock to let himself be turned into a whore, he did have points prepared to slam Matt into oblivion and would have every gay boy on campus over to fuck him full of more poz cum while catching all the action on video to hold over Matt's head. It didn't take Matt long to make the right decision and became Steve's AM. The rest of the weekend (between Steve's continued breeding of his new AM) Matt was informed of his new responsibilities and rights. Steve laid them out as follows: Responsibility: 1) keeping the boys in line 2) making sure the boys did as they were told a. showed up on time to their 'appointment' b. did as they were told by the Steve, Matt and the John c. never let anyone else slam them without permision 3) keeping the boys addicted to slamming Tina 4) helping Steve recruit , poz and break in a new piece of ass 5) keeping the Tina and GHB used by the boys secure Rights: 1) ability to fuck any of the boys he chooses (as long as they were not being rented out) 2) get high when ever he wanted (as long as it didn't interfere with his responsibilities) 3) come and go as he pleases 4) continue his college education (which Steve would pay Matt's Tuition) After round two (where Matt took another 4 loads of poz com) Steve asked Matt if he was going to continue wrestling. Matt hadn't thought about that yet when he let his new boss know that he had responsibilities that were more important then wrestling. Steve then proceeded to teach Matt the art of making a good strong slam and how to administer without leaving a mark. Matt was brought back to the reality of the preset when he stood in the bathroom, looked into the mirror and knew his fate was sealed. There in his right arm for anyone to see (if he were shirtless or wearing a tank top) was the distinctive mark of an "AM" (in a special design made by Steve) tattooed on Matt. He had received the marking right before Steve took him over to the run down hotel Steve owned and where he kept the boys. The only nice part was a room that was for"'management use". This was where the boys were given their daily drugs and where Matt could fuck the boy of his choice. Next Part 4 (New Recruit)

A young guy who looked familiar showed up on my Facebook feed in "People You May Know." I scrolled through the Facebook entry for a while and finally figured out I had messed around with him a few years ago. The first time we met was when he replied to my posting on Craigslist. We agreed to meet in the secluded, locking, basement restroom of the university science building. The guy was hot, maybe 22 or 23 years old, 5' 8", dark brown hair, and a thick muscular build. I also remember his legs were muscular and very firm. After we entered the restroom, he locked the door, immediately unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, and sucked my painfully erect seven inch cock, taking the entire length until I could feel the stubble of his light beard rub against my balls. As he continued to deep throat my cock, pushing me ever closer to on edge, he lowered his pants and stroked his cock. The girth of his seven inches was impressive. After a couple minutes he abruptly stopped sucking, stood-up and with no further segue, forcibly shoved his tongue in my mouth. Talk about a passionate random hookup. Then he again abruptly stopped, grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me around, and positioned me bent over the toilet. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, followed by his tongue, which, without any subtlety, wormed its way into my hole, rimming me vigorously. He also slid two fingers in my hole so his tongue could get even deeper into my hole. As his tongue flittered deep in my hole, he reached between my legs and stroked my cock, which, by this point, was heavily drooling pre-cum. I found myself involuntarily (and loudly) moaning, even as I struggled not to cum. After a good ten minutes of intense rimming, he stopped, retrieved a bottle of poppers from his pocket, saying "Take a couple of deep hits." As I complied, he spit-lubed his cock, also spreading spit onto my hole. My head was spinning from the poppers as I felt his cock head rub against my hole. "Take another hit of poppers," he insisted. Again I complied, and just as I finished screwing on the lid, he pushed the full length of his cock in my ass, and, without pause, began churning his dick in my ass. I could actually feel his balls hit my cheeks. The initial pain was intense but quickly turned to pleasure. He suddenly pulled all the way out, dropped to his knees, and rimmed me again, and again, after a minute or so, he stood and again shoved his cock into my hole. Then he began hard-fucking me. Five minutes of ferocious ramming ensued, followed by a lengthy pause when he held still, his cock lodged deep in my ass. I could tell his cock was throbbing, but I wasn't quite sure, and asked "Did you cum?" "Not yet," he replied, as he again handed me the poppers, again recommending "You'd better take some more hits and get ready for a real pounding." I took very deep hits, and no sooner had finished when, true to his word, he slammed all the way in, furiously pounding me for a good ten minutes. He was so forceful it was hard to remain standing. Then he slowed his pace a bit as I heard the bottle of poppers open, and he took a long deep hit, after which he thrust his cock into my hole hard, three or four times, before announcing, "Yes, yes, I'm going breed you!" I could feel his cock pulse in my hole. As he slowly pulled out, he told me to tighten my ass so his cum wouldn't leak out. He lifted me up and kissed me deeply. Then he bent over and ordered me to rim him. His muscular ass was smooth, and his hole was beautifully perfect--like he had never even been fucked before. He told me to stroke my cock as my tongue explored his ass. After only a couple of minutes of probing his amazing ass, I needed to cum. He sensed I was getting close and dropped to his knees, deep throating my cock. The cum burst out of my cock into his mouth. He swallowed my entire load. I assumed our play date in the basement restroom was over, but he turned me around and shoved his tongue up my hole. It soon became clear he wanted to eat his load out of my hole. He told me to push out the load. As I pushed, I felt the globs of cum run out, and he licked up every drop. This was seriously one of the hottest scenes I ever experienced. I remember standing there in the restroom, startled, breathless, and amazed at what happened. I also remember that after he had felched all his cum out of my hole, he stood-up, and again slid his still hard cock into my ass. I think we both wincing from the lack of lube, so after he took another hit, he pushed the poppers under my nose, and as my hole relaxed, he fucked me again, this time, however, somewhat more slowly, sliding gently all the way out and pushing back in until I could feel his balls smack my ass. After about five minutes, he pushed his cock all the way and held it there, filling my hole with his second load. We both washed up at the sink, and he gave me a kiss before we departed ways. About a week later he emailed me and said we should meet at his apartment. He wanted me to fuck him this time, but he had one request: his front door would be unlocked, I would let myself in, and I would find him in position on his bed, blindfolded. He also asked that I be as quiet as possible so he wouldn't know I had even entered. When I arrived at his place, I removed my shoes and clothing at the foot of the private staircase that gave entrance to his apartment, and then very, very quietly climbed the staircase where I found him completely naked on the bed with his beautiful ass presented for my pleasure. I licked his hole, my tongue exploring his entire butt. He shuddered, clearly not expecting my sudden presence in the room. He took a hit of poppers and his hole immediately relaxed, allowing my tongue deeper entrance. I could taste another load of warm cum, which let me know had been recently fucked. Still his hole was so tight there wasn't any other apparent evidence another cock has just been in his ass, so I asked "How recently were you fucked?" Unprepared for my question, he replied "I took three loads in the past two hours." I positioned my tongue over his hole and told him to push out the loads. On the initial push a huge glob of cum hit my tongue, which I did not hesitate to swallow. Then I felt several more streams of cum on my tongue. I spit that cum on my hand and lubed up my cock. Knowing he was about to get fucked, he took a few hits of poppers. With one push, my entire cock slid up his hole. He let out a loud whimper and begged me to fuck him. I fucked him hard for ten minutes, repeatedly pulling my cock all the way out, pausing, and shoving it back in to the hilt. The final time I pulled out I told him to take a good long hit of poppers. As he did, I shoved two fingers up his tight hole and slid my cock in at the same time. He yelped in pain so I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Shut the fuck up, slut, and take my cock." I put my hand over his mouth and rammed my cock even harder. Then I pulled my hand away and demanded he beg for my cum. He did as he was told. "Please, please cum in me. Breed me. I want your load." After a few minutes of his begging, I couldn't hold back: that handsome young slut got my load deep in his ass, the fourth load he had taken that day. This scenario was repeated every week for about three months, but then his e-mails abruptly stopped, and he didn't respond to my messages for months. When he finally did respond, it was to explain he had moved to another city for a job and had not had time to hook up with anyone. To this day I can remember his beautiful muscular ass and the awesome taste of the multiple loads of cums I ate from his ass.

I used to have a plastic dildo that I would slick with Vaseline, and also add a big gob at my hole before shoving it in. That used to make my ass so slick it was heaven. I do love that feeling, slick, slippery and sloppy. I'm sure as long as your hole isn't closed up tight, you should be able to scoop a few good fingers full and shove them up inside. More recently I tried coconut oil and that was quite a success. Not every guy is into rimming, and especially if you've got an ass full of Vaseline, but the last guy I used the coconut oil with ate my ass for ages before actually sticking his dick in me. I assumed that my ass was a tasty treat. Something else to consider, anyway.

To recruit twink bottom bois for weekend-long training sessions (or longer...) where they'll be bound in chastity and a jockstrap, gagged, and blindfolded while I whore out their holes to my mates and via their online accounts. They'd be fed nothing except the cum and piss that their slutty profiles can pull. Between loads, I'd train them in the important points of being proper holes for the men they strive to please. Advanced bdsm, ass stretching, and the like. If performing well, they'll be let loose to further their training through domestic service and more public acts of devotion. Proceeds from whoring out their holes will be mine as a "thank you" for helping them live out their dreams of being proper cumdump slaves bois.

The jizz in my ass had been feeling lonely all through dinner and I was gagging for more loads. The bars were busier tonight, everyone hanging around outside again chatting and cruising away the hot evening. At the end of the street, in front of Queenz bar, was a gaggle young lads, fairly cute but with that annoying overly-preened plucked eyebrows look going on, they were handing out flyers, selling drugs and selling themselves. Coke is the drug of choice over here it seems. We get given flyers for Union that includes a free shot, it's a dance club and the music is good but there are only 4 other people in there besides us. We have our free shot (Vodka mixed some Lemoncello type liqueur) and go to DSB Dark Bar opposite. This is more like it. A long thin place, cute barmen with their tops off, porn and seating down one end near the entrance to the toilets and darkroom. We get a drink, the largest gin & tonics you've ever seen, and I go off to explore the darkroom. There's an open seating space in the middle with a big screen playing porn, the rest is little cupboards for 1-2-1s but there don't seem to be glory holes. Down the very end is a sling and just outside are 2 guys making out. I get my cock out and a guy who must have followed me from the bar gets up close and starts feeling my ass. I pull my pants down and can feel his hard cock pushing on my ass cheeks. Condom? He asks. I lube my ass with spit and guide his cock to my hole. Spunk in me I reply, and he pushes his cock all the way in. I sniff my fingers and can smell Nate's load from earlier, mixed with sweat and ass juice. This gets me going more than the hit of poppers which I've just been handed by one of the 2 guys opposite who have stopped making out now and are watching me take this guys raw cock. The one who handed me the poppers is trying to get the other lad to get his ass out so he can fuck him. Lad number 2 isn't keen. The guy inside me doesn't take long before the tell tale grunts start and his thrusting gets faster. I look behind and say yeah to reassure him he can dump inside. Yeah he replies and his cock starts to spasm in my ass. He pushes hard and my face is pinned up against the wall, his babies flooding my cumhole. He pulls straight out and won't let me suck his cock clean. Just zips up, pats me on the shoulder and goes back out to the bar. This is obviously not what the one guy opposite is into and he walks off leaving the other guy, the one whose been trying to fuck him, with a hard dick and no one to play with. He comes straight over and rams his dick up my spunk dripping hole without a word. Arrhh yeah. It's bigger than the previous cock and I can feel the cum inside me making my hole sloppy, stretching to accommodate his width. He begins with long, sensual strokes which make my hole feel so good. He takes a hit of poppers and offers me the bottle so I have big sniff and feel like I'm in heaven. Fuck yeah breed me man I cry out and hand him his bottle back. He's inside me, pleasuring his dick with my asshole, churning up the seed inside, for around 10 mins before, without warning, he groans and dumps his wad of jizz deep in my ass. He stays inside making sure I get every last drop and I have to stop wanking my cock as I'm really close to cumming. I pull off his cock and he shudders a bit and sighs. Cheers mate I say and go down on him, sucking off the spunk and ass slime coating his still hard cock. He smiles, zips up and walks back to the bar. I wander around the rest of the darkroom but it's empty now so I go back to the others and my G&T. We all go outside for a smoke and Nate says he came to see what I was up to but I seemed to be busy. Yeah, getting 2 loads I explain. Yes I saw he replied. We go back in but the place seems to be thinning out. Everyone is doing the typical Spanish trick of having one drink in each bar then moving on. I'll just have another quick nose in the back before we go I say to everyone. It's still empty in there so I guess it's time to follow everyone else and move on. Just then Nate taps me on the shoulder and indicates toward the sling room. Erm ok then. I strip off and so does Nate, we put our clothes in a heap on a stool next to the sling. My cum dripping hole is now exposed and at just the right height for Nate to pound me. He goes at my ass for about 15 mins and his big cock is all very nice and all but he's got a condom on and it's just not doing it for me. Different guys pop their head through the open doorway to see what's going on and one comes in and brings his cock up to my face so I can suck him while I get fucked. Do you want to spunk up my ass I say. He doesn't say anything but Nate pulls his cock out and indicates to this guy that he can have a go if he wants. The guy doesn't move so I say I think I need a break (more about this guy in the write of the next day). We have a last drink in XXL and everyone else is ready to go back to the apartment. I'm gonna see what's happening down the beach I say, I'll see you in bed I say to my bf. Be careful he says. I get a small beer and chat to some English guys outside for a bit then make my way up to the darkroom. I do a bit of sucking but no one is up for dumping load number 4 in me so I head down to the beach. My head is spinning a bit by now so I sit on the same bench as the previous night and wait for trade, watching the waves and listening to the sea while slowly stroking my cock. A guy comes down the steps to the beach and notices me, he stands there watching for a while then walks off to the opposite side of the beach wall to another bench. I follow him with my cock still out and my trousers and pants near my knees, my ass exposed and ready for action. He gets his cock out so I can suck him, he's circumcised and his cock is all bronze from nude sunbathing. I get him hard in my mouth and ask him if he wants my ass. How many loads you got already he asks in foreign accent I can't place. 3 I say. You want more? As many as I can get I say as I lean over, resting my arms on the wall and pushing my ass out toward his cock. I'm gonna breed your cunt boy he grunts as he wanks his fat cock and pushes the head onto to asshole. Push some seed out to lube my cock he commands. I do as I'm told and coat his dick with seed which comes gushing out of me in a big loud fart. Fucking filthy cumwhore he says and rams his cum coated jizz stick up in me with one hard thrust that takes my breath away for a minute. He starts pounding away at my ass and another guy comes down and sits on the bench next us. I feel for his cock and try to suck him but he says he just likes to watch. I'm getting long, hard strokes from my top now and he's clearly getting close. You want it don't you slut he gasps, loud enough for everyone to hear. Yeah knock me up I plead with him. He thrusts really hard, nearly knocking me off balance, and cries out, I'm fucking cumin in your cunt boy, take that fucking load. Arhh breed me man I whimper. He pulls out and demands I suck him clean. Mmmmm I don't need telling twice. His cock tastes great, covered in his own load mixed with all the other seed from my ass. I fucking love that taste. I carry on sucking, pulling his dick for any last drops of cum, sticking my tongue into his piss slit. I'll be here tomorrow night if you're ready to dump again I say. He smiles, says maybe, zips up and walks back up the stairs. I stick my finger up my ass and can feel all the guys sperm swimming around inside. I sniff my finger, fuck yeah, it smells so strong and ripe, I lick my finger and taste all the gooey mess and stick it back up to get more. Ass spunk has to be the best smell in the world. You like getting fucked, the guy whose been watching asks. I love it, you sure you don't want to use my ass I reply. No, I don't fuck men he says but tomorrow will be busier, I'd like to watch you take more. I'll be hear after midnight I say. I'll show you where you can get the most cock he helpfully assures me. Nice one I say. Laterz mate, I walk along the beach back to the apartment checking down on the sand all the way in case there's any more action I can join in with. Unfortunately it's all very quiet.

I led my kid to the bedroom and kissed him “I have to go help Duke, you did good today boy”, Bobby looked at me smiling broadly “I did Daddy?”, I grinned “oh course you did son, you got Ryan here for Duke”, even though the boy was smiling he looked a bit sheepish “yes I did Daddy”, I laughed as I gave bobby some juice to drink “yes you did little lad you brought your friend to be a good boy just like you”, the chems in the juice worked quickly and he literally went out like a light. I tucked my boy into bed knowing I could leave him to sleep as I stripped and went to join Duke. As I walked across to Dukes room I could hear a series of loud thwacks and muffled whimpers, upon entering the room I was greeted with the sight of Ryan on the bed, ball gagged, hands cuffed behind his knees and his arse raised high as Duke was spanking his big butt bright red, Duke paused when he saw me enter the room, dipped his finger into the pot of tina laced lube and fingered it roughly into the boys hole “oh yes chicky you love it”, I looked at the kids face, tears and snot smeared all over it but his eyes did say it all, he loved it. “giving him more already eh?”, Duke grinned wildly “yeah only a little so far, chicky said he wanted to try it”, I laughed “nice!” as I grabbed the kids hair pulling his face up and slapped my cock on it adding my precum to the mess already there “so the boy’s an eager whore?”, Duke removed his fingers from the kids hole showing me the mucus dripping off them “fuck yeah he anal orgasmed as soon as I shoved my finger in his cunt!”, I grunted as I pushed my finger into the ginger boys eager twat enjoying the tight but sloppy wet hole, I exhaled “beautiful he’ll be loving dick in him then”. Duke climbed off the bed and opened his goody bag “yeah and he will be getting plenty, once Carlos gets him”, I raised my eyebrows “so the kids going to be a whore?”, as Duke prepared the slam’s he laughed “yeah the boy wants it”, now that did take me by surprise and I pulled the gag out of gingers mouth “that right boy? You wanna be a whore?” the kid blinked as spit dribbled out of the corner of his mouth “fuck yeah Sir!” A few minutes later Duke and I stood enjoying the rush of our slams as ginger knelt on the floors doing his best to suck both of us, Duke sighed “fuck the kid is definitely a cockhound!” I grinned laughing "yeah and he ain't been slammed yet!"

Duke was padding round the apartment looking at himself in the mirrors at every opportunity making me laugh “hey chill out you look good!”, Duke flexed his pecs raising his eyebrows in a quite sinister way “you think he’ll like me?”, I had to smirk “like he has a choice”, Duke broke out into a wide grin “true, hey time to go” My boy walked into the living room and I had to smile as I rubbed my crotch my boy was looking hot as fuck especially with the Mohawk haircut I had given him earlier, not that he had been too keen on it at the time, in fact I’d had to show him what happens when a boy fucks off his Dad and you could see from the way he was walking that the good hiding I’d given had been effective. The kid shuffled his feet and bit his lip “I’m really very sorry Daddy”, I shrugged my shoulders “I know you are boy, but who knows best?” he bowed his head “you do Daddy”, I smile and gave him a kiss on the forehead “that’s right boy, and don’t you forget it”. The kid looked uncomfortable sitting all the way to the airport and to me that was just fine because he has to learn after all. Ryan was indeed as cute as a button, a very short little red haired muscle boy who looked in awe at Dukes bulk as the big black man draped his arm over his shoulder leading him to the van, he looked quizzically at Bobby “who are these guys?”, Duke grinned showing off his gold teeth his voice like rich smooth chocolate “we’re Bobby’s new best friends chicky, and yours too now”. Turns out Ryan was not quite as naïve as Bobby was, though that was not so hard to imagine really and ‘ginger’ was soon chatting eagerly in the back swigging a bottle of beer as Duke flirted with him shamelessly, I heard a giggle “I’ve done it once and always wanted try it again” I looked in the rear view mirror to see Duke lighting the pipe and blowing clouds then holding it out to ginger egging the boy on low and smooth who took it and sucked on it blowing out clouds like a seasoned pro. By the time we got back the apartment Duke had partially ravaged ginger, the boy only had his flip flops and cargo shorts still on his lips a little red from the copious amount of kissing Duke had been doing to the lad, I had to admit his body was very good not as bulky as bobby’s more lean and sculpted. Once in the apartment I grinned as Bobby and Ryan shared the pipe giggling and making out with each other between blowing clouds as Duke and I watched them with sheer lustful gazes. I pulled bobby away, ripping his vest top off before giving him a deep kiss as I undid the kids shorts, they fell to the floor as I twisted Bobby round squeezing and feeling his tits, cock and balls, ginger just whispered “wow” and looked on agog wide eyed with morbid fascination as his friend was molested by a big hairy brute easily old enough to be his dad or even grandfather. Duke moved in on ginger, the new boy hardly flinched as Duke started to rub the lads tented shorts “you like that chicky? Like watching Bobby boy being touched like that?” I watched over Bobby’s shoulder as I continued to feel him up as ginger nodded gasping “fuck yeah”, Duke fed ginger kid the pipe again before pulling the boy up mirroring our positions, Duke put his mouth close to Ryan’s ear as his slipped his hands round gently massaging gingers ample pecs “you want to be felt up like that don’t ya boy?”, redhead gurgled and nodded his eyes never leaving the sight of Bobby loving being felt up by me as Duke slid his hands down Ryan’s naval undid the button on Ryan’s shorts and pushed them down until they slipped and fell to his ankles, I had to grin as Duke grabbed the boys balls squeezing them hard as he stuck his tongue in the nippers ear “bobby is a little bitch fuck boy now chicky and your going to be one too!” Ryan’s eyes widened but he did not react in any other way to that comment except to groan and gasp as Duke slapped him on his bubble butt hard grinning and sneering “follow me boy”, ginger gulped but slowly stepped out of his shorts and followed Duke like a little puppy dog.

That night Bobby sleep curled up with me spooning him, my arms wrapped protectively round him like a good Daddy should and when I woke up late the next morning I looked down to see his head resting on my chest and those pretty eyes gazing up at me, he grinned “morning”, I stroked his head “morning son you feeling ok?”, he purred at my touch “I’m good Daddy” and buried his face in my chest hair whispering “I want to thank you for what you did”, I smiled down at the boy “for what boy?” he looked up at me his face reddened “for chemming me, seeding me and making me your son, I wanted it you know”, I stroked his face “I know you wanted it and needed it son, you just needed me to bring it out of you”, he grinned up at me “Yes I did Daddy”. I laid on my beck rested up against pillows and inhaled on my cigarette, filthy habit I know but then I’m filthy, I growled as the kid climbed on top of me and slid his cunt down on my rock hard dick “good boy”, Bobby sighed as his cunt took the last few inches of my dick “thank you daddy”, as the boy bounced up and down he was feeling his tits making me ponder “ever thought about getting your tits pierced son?”, he groaned as flexed my cock “oh god no daddy”, I raised my hips to give his pussy as few good pumps “well we will get them pierced”, the lad pinched his nipples “fuck yes Daddy”. “well good morning” Duke grinned as he stepped into the room and climbed onto the bed behind Bobby, “you loving Daddy’s dick in your shute boy?”, the lad made a ‘mmm’ing’ noise as Duke pulled his head to the side and shoved his tongue in the boys mouth, Duke kissed the boy for a few minutes before getting off the bed “coffee?”, I grunted “yeah” as I pumped yet another load into Bobby’s cunt. I sipped my coffee scrolling through my new property’s phone as Bobby knelt on the floor sucking off Duke “I’m going to get the kids nips pierced”, Duke grinned holding the boys hair as he pumped the lads head up and down on his dick, “fuck nice, I can see if Carlos is in town?”, I blew out some smoke “sweet call him” as Duke picked up the phone winking at me “pay or trade?”, I looked at Bobby’s muscle butt bobbing as he sucked “trade”. I paused on a picture on Bobby’s phone and let out a whistle, “who is this boy?”, the kid pulled his mouth away from Dukes dick “that’s Ryan”, I grinned Ryan was a hot very short compact ginger haired muscle boy, “is he a faggot like you son?”, Bobby blushed and nodded, “good call him and tell him to fly over today”, the kid frowned “why?” I burst out laughing, my boy was jealous! “Not for me my little love, he’s for Duke!” the look of relief on Bobby’s face was a pure picture to behold. Duke pulled the boys mouth back onto his cock “your not calling anyone till I’ve spunked your mouth chicky”, the kid went back to sucking as Duke raised his eyebrows quizzically at me, I passed him the phone to Duke and his eyes almost popped out of his head as he grunted and shot his wad into the boys throat “me want!”

I looked down at the boy, his mouth stretched round my fat cock with dribbles of spit and my poz precum oozing at the sides of him mouth, one of his hands feeling his tits and cock the other wrapped round the base of my cock pulling it into his mouth like a possessive child with its favourite toy, shifting my gaze back to Duke I grinned “do it”, Dukes literally whooped with joy, apart from fucking and pozzing boy arse one of his favourite things to do was initiate them into slam sex, as Duke got the point ready I reached down and slid a finger into Bobby’s pussy making the kid moan and writhe. Duke got back onto the bed and pulled Bobby’s hand from his tits stretching his arm out to the side, Bobby groaned prompting Duke soothe him as the rubber tourniquet was wrapped round his arm “shhh boy don’t worry you’ll be able to feel yourself up soon, right after we have blasted you straight into pig boy heaven” Bobby murmured and flinched as the needle went in but I held his mouth on my cock while Duke pressed the plunger, I let go of the boys head as Duke pulled of the tourniquet and Bobby’s eyes bulged my cock falling out of his mouth as his face and body flushed, he wheezed and then his big chest heaved with a series of hacking coughs his whole body spazmed as he went flying into his new favourite place to be. The coughing stopped and the kid laid there for a moment looking up at my his innocent blue eyes bugging out of their sockets in wonder but also almost wild with desire as he started to run his hands over his body letting out cute cooing noise before one of his hands reached up to started feeling our bodies while the other went down past his cock and he started rubbing his hot hole letting out sweet little animalistic growls like a bitch in heat. Duke and I traded winks and I ran my fingers down over the kids chest, over his abs and in between his legs which he dutifully pulled back at the knees giving me easier access to his hole which was puckering and pulsing, I stared right into the boys eyes grinning “I think its time for you to get fucked Bobby don’t you?”, the kid sighed “oh yes please Daddy”, I leaned down deep kissing the boy before pulling up “Daddy Dukes going to go first okay boy?”, the lad nodded making me grin widely “and don’t you worry son, after Daddy Dukes fucked you and cum in your pussy, I’ll fuck you and cum in you too”, the kid groaned as Duke climbed of the bed grabbing the lads legs spreading them wide and started to rub his cock head over the boys sweet little pussy “you ever had cum in your pussy before son?” , the kid actually looked a bit embarrassed whimpering “no”, Duke chuckled at the forlorn look on the boys face, “well don’t worry son, your about to get a lot”. As Duke pressed his cock up against the boys hole smearing it with his poz precum I shivered with excitement and a touch of jealousy as to me there is nothing like a bareback virgin taking his first raw cock, Duke grinned at me and pulled his cock away “as its your birthday coming up Ted, you should go first”, I was a bit stunned I have to say but could not help but grin back at Duke, “if your sure?”, Duke laughed “oh I am sure plus I think the chicky really wants you to be first, look at the way his puppy dog eyes look at you”, I looked down at the kid, his eyes were indeed wide like a puppy dogs so I just had to smile “you really want me to go first son?”, Bobby nodded and his voice crackled “Yes Daddy Ted I want you to go first, please”, I leaned down and kissed the kids forehead “thank you boy, I will love to be your first seeder and then you’ll be my good boy for always”, Bobby literally trilled with pleasure and Duke laughed “looks like you have a new boy in your life Ted, happy birthday!!” As I took my place in between bobby’s legs grabbed them and pushing them back firmly spreading them wide Duke got up onto the bed and tweaked the boys nipple “though Daddy Ted is going first I am going to fuck you afterwards chicky, fill your white pussy with my black man seed”, I grinned at the boy “that’s right son, my boy gets fucked by who I say and no one else understand?”, the boy looked at me with those puppy dog eyes sighing “oh yes Daddy” as he hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled them back showing off his eager little cunt to me. I placed my cockhead up against Bobby’s sweet little hole I knew I wanted to make sure his first seeding and pozzing was as lovely as his tweaked up little mind was going to remember, I rubbed my helmet over his wet little pucker, adding my plentiful precum to Dukes making the boys pussy lips literally glisten in the evening sun. I looked right into the kids eyes as I pushed and they widened and then closed as he emitted a deep sigh of pleasure as my fat cockhead began to force his ring to open to let me in, Duke was watching intensely as my mushroom head audibly popped through the kids little sphincter making the boy groan and Duke whistle “fucking beautiful”, I rested for a moment pulsing my dick to drip deposit some of my toxic precum into the boys innocent fuck canal. Never taking my eyes away from Bobby’s I slowly but determinedly sank the length of my dick into his eager little cunt, his tightness was really a joy to feel wrapped round my fuckstick, until my pubes rested against his smooth arse, I grinned “that’s a good boy, you have all of Daddy’s cock in you now”, the kid just moaned “I love it Daddy, its so big”, Duke laughed “hell yeah now fuck that slut and seed him good and proper”, I rotated my hips and then pulled a little out pushing in a little quicker, suitably training the kids hole how to accept his new daddy’s fuckpole. Bobby whimpered and cooed in pleasure as my withdrawals and re-penetrations became quicker and more forceful, I rested back on my haunches for a moment pulling about halfway out and just flexed my dick in the kids cunt, Duke leaned in to have a look “fuck yeah Ted your reaming that chickys pussy out so good!!”. I pushed back in again leaning over him, having to control myself as the kids anal muscles went into overdrive milking my cock inside him as more and more of my dirty precum coated the insides of his little cunt, I fucked harder and harder slamming my dick into him my big full balls slapped against his arse. The boy was crying out in sheer pleasure as he felt my broad hairy chest and pulled my nig nipples, my balls well now simmering with heat and I knew I would not last much longer and the pure thought in my mind that I was going to be the first to seed the kid and keep his holes filled with daddy spunk from many men in the future sent me into over the edge, I fucked like a man possessed but then I stopped and I pulled back so my cockhead was just in the kids cunt relishing the sight the Bobby’s now red puffy boy pussy ring stretched obscenely round my mans cock, I just had to see that hole one last time before I bred it. I slammed back into him, knocking the wind out of the kid and he howled as I resumed pumping my dick in and out of his twat, Duke held the kids head and gobbed straight into the boys mouth “yeah chicky your Daddy’s about to breed you, knock your boy body up good with his spunk!!”, those words sent me over the edge and I grunted and growled as I push my dick as far as it would go into Bobby and fired shot after shot of my poz spunk deep into the kids guts, my orgasm was so intense that I actually felt a searing pain in my head that I had to close my eyes, I heard the boy groan and his hole flex round my cock milking more spunk out of my piss slit, Duke gasped and said “wowey fuck look at that!!” making me open my eyes and look down at my hairy gut and his abs that were covered with the cum the boy had shot without touching his cock, I growled “you fucking beautiful boy” as I leaned down crushing Bobby under me “your mine now”, he just pulled my face to his and just before he shoved his tongue into mine sighed “yes I am Daddy”. Duke laughed “hey you two can make out later I need to screw this chicky now”, I smiled “of course mate” as I pulled my cock out of my boys sweet cunt, Duke flipped the boy onto his belly as I moved to the head of the bed and pulled the kids mouth onto my cock, I loved the way Bobby looked up my adoringly as he licked and sucked the cum and his arse juices off my cock, Duke got onto the bed between the lads spread legs and slapped his arse “raise your butt up chicky” which the kid did without question and Duke grinned “atta boy” as he pumped his dick a few times “your leaking some of your daddy’s seed, lets put it back inside where it belongs”, the kid groaned as Duke rubbed my spunk onto his cock head before he then slid it effortlessly into Bobby’s eager fuckchute.

At home. I made one of my regular cumdumps come over tonight and I shot 4 loads in his ass. Boring, I know, but if you want to shoot multiple loads it's easier when you dont have to worry about being interrupted. I think I'm going to go give him #5...