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Chapter One The more I stood there looking at the black steel door in front of me, the more I got pissed. He disappeared in the evenings during the week many times, only to show up with some lame excuse to where he had been. Tonight, I followed him. I was going to find out what the fuck was going on. I expected to see him go into one of the many adult bookstores in our area, but he went passed them and down this alley. I wondered if he knew I was following him, because at the top of the stairs leading down to where I was now, he paused and looked at the entrance of the alley. A smug grin came across his face and then he descended to the door. With a loud bang, he was gone. My anger grew and without thinking about it I kicked the bottom of the door. The thud echoed through the alley way. I heard some loud clicking and the door swung open. “What do you want” a deep commanding voice said from the darkness inside. “I, um, I’m not sure……”I stuttered out. “You the fresh meat?” the voice asked “I……” Without starting my second word, a large muscular arm reached out of the dark, it’s hand grabbed my arm and pulled me in. The door slammed shut with a loud thud, then a click and I knew I was trapped inside this place. Before I could say anything or even protest, the man pushed me into a room and order: “Strip” I was shaking with fear and without even thinking, I pulled my shirt over my head, stuffing it in one of the large brown bags on the floor. I kicked off my shoes and tossed them in. “Hurry the fuck up, the clients will be in soon” I undid my jeans and pulled them off, tossing them in the bag. There I was standing in my underwear, with this huge muscle man looming over me. “Underwear too,” he said, “Fuck are you shy?” Hooking my fingers in the waistband of my briefs I pushed them down my legs. His had went to my ass, rubbing it, then sliding his fingers in my crack. They moved up and down, teasing my hole. I was too scared to pull away and allowed him to play with my ass and hole. “Okay, lets get you strapped in and hooked up” he said. He grabbed my arm, around my bicep and pulled me down a darkened hall. As we moved I looked around, trying to see if my cheating bastard of a boyfriend was lurking around. I got a good look at the first room we past. It was full of glory holes, about 4 on each wall. I tried to get a better look, but the brute pulled me along. He pulled me around a corner and opened a hidden door. I could see a padded bench about waist high in the room. A black piece of leather covered an opening in the wall, blocking my view of what was on the other side. “Get up there and slide through” the brute ordered me. I quickly, got up on the bench on my knees. “Wait, stay just like that and relax” I was too scared to move. He grabbed a bottle off a shelf. It had a long thin tip on it. He squeezed it a bit and a clear liquid oozed out the top. Using his thick finger he rubbed that liquid up and down the tip. He positioned it at my hole and slid it in, squeezing it. I could feel the warm liquid coating my insides. Once he was satisfied, he pulled it out and put it back on the shelf. “Okay slide through” I laid down on the bench and slide my legs through the opening, lifting the leather just a little. “Keep going until I tell you to stop” I slide more and more. My legs were hanging out in the other side. I kept moving until the top of my ass was just past the edge of the bench outside the leather. “Right there. He positioned the leather up around my belly button and clamped it down on each side of me. He put my arm down beside me and strapped me in, then moved to the other and did the same. He pulled another strap over my chest and pulled tight. What ever was going on, I wasn’t going anywhere. He grabbed a clear plastic tube, that looked exactly like what you would see in hospitals to get oxygen. He hooked two hoops around my ears and then positioned two tips coming out of the tube up my nose, one in each nostril. “I don’t think this is right….” I said finding my voice. “Yeah they all say that the first time” “But….” “Relax and enjoy” he said leaving me in the room, turning off the bright light above leaving me in the dark. A few minutes later, I felt a hand around my ankle, raising my leg up. I could feel cold leather around my ankle shortly after. The slack in what ever was holding my leg was pulled tight and I was left with my leg in the air, unable to move it. Before I could even say anything my other leg met the same fate. A rough hand started to explore my ass, feeling my smooth cheeks and then my crack. The fingers pushed against my hole. I felt a sharp nail scratching the sides of my hole, then press inside. “Prep him good” a voice said. As the finger slid inside and started to scratch at my insides, I breathed deep through my nose. Poppers were flowing through the clear tube and I immediately felt the relaxing wave run through my body. The finger nail continued to scratch up my insides. “You’re going to love this” another mysterious voice said through the walls. I mumbled something, even I couldn’t understand. “Been coming here for weeks” the voice said. Even in my popper high I recognized the voice, it was my boyfriend David. I fucking knew it. “Just keep huffing and you will enjoy it too” My mind wondered if he knew it was me. I hoped not. The finger pulled out and I started to hear ominous music playing. In the darkness of my little room my mind began to wonder, what exactly was this place. Soon there were noises in the hall that brought my mind back to the situation I was in. Voices were talking, some I could make out what they were saying, others I couldn’t. “Look they have fresh meat” someone said rubbing my ass. “I will try that soon, but I am going to slid into the one that’s been here before” “Yeah, guess he’s not infected yet” “Been taking all the loads and haven’t turned” David said. “You need more then” a voice said. “Yeah, been giving it to the boyfriend too, want to pass it to him” David said. “Huff deep” a voice said. I heard a grunt and then David moaning. What the fuck was happening? Was he getting fucked right now? I felt a finger play with my hole and slid in and out. I tensed up a bit. “The more you tense up the rougher it gets” a voice at my feet said. The finger was replaced with a cock head, pressing against my hole. I huffed deep from my “popper line,” as the head push in and went balls deep. The pain was intense, yet dulled a little from the huffs I was continuing to take. “Just popped the new boy’s cherry” the man said, “going to open him up and seed him deep” Fuck, even through the popper fog my mind was in a panic. This man was fucking me raw, I only ever fucked raw with my boyfriend. I tried to move and I couldn’t, the restraints were too tight. I squeezed my hole, trying to force out the raw cock, but that only encouraged the man. “Yeah you bitch in heat, squeeze that ass around my cock” “Fuck, sounds like he wants to milk out that spoiled seed” “First time chasers are so fucking eager” My mind raced to come up with ideas on how to escape. I tried to focus on not breathing through my nose, but as the cock continued to pump in and out of my hole, the more I huffed the poppers. “Wish y’all were infecting my boyfriend” David said. What the fuck, I thought. Not only was he cheating and taking loads and trying to infect me with what ever disease he caught, but now he wants me here getting infected. My anger grew thinking about how fucking twisted this was. Yet, I hadn’t cried out for them to stop, nor did I expose to my boyfriend that I was in the dark room next to him. “I get that hole next” I heard a voice say. “It’s yours” It wasn’t the man fucking me responding. It was David’s top. “Heard the shit shot up there hadn’t taken, so they called in the big guns” “Yeah?” “Full blown, med resistant” There was a loud cheer from the other side of the wall. David was moaning loudly, could even hear him over the slapping of flesh as the two tops pounded our holes. “If that don’t take, I will go the blood route” David said. “Oh it will take” the man said. The cock in my hole was thrusting in and out at a fast pace. His balls were swinging and hitting my back when he thrusted in. They must have been so low hanging nuts. The head of the cock would meet the inside of my hole, pull it out just a bit and then his cock would be shoved back in balls deep. My pulse throbbed in my temples and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, drumming out the rhythm of the fucking that I was getting. “Full blown huh?” someone asked, “you look like death is trying to beat down your door” “I take that as a compliment” the man said, “plan to infect as many as I can before I meet the grim reaper” David was moaning louder and louder as the slapping of flesh got louder and faster. Who ever was up his hole was pounding him like there was not tomorrow. The man up my hole was still pounding me at a good pace. “Here comes your first load of the night” someone said. “Shoot that cum up my hole, breed me you diseased fucker” David shouted. “Ohhhh fucccckkk” There was cheering as the man came up David’s hole. This encouraged my top who started to pound my hole harder and faster. I was grunting with every thrust in. “Cherry boy is about to get his first infecting” the man said. “Break his cherry, breed him deep” someone shouted. “Hold on buddy, it only gets better from here” David said. The man slammed into me deep. I could feel his cock pulse as his load shot out of his piss slit and splattered the walls on my insides. “Virus ho!” he shouted. There was more shouting and cheering as the man shot in me. I closed my eyes and felt my warm tears run down the side of my face, cooling as the moved away from my eyes. My mind was twisting in the guilt of what just happened. I was beating myself up for allowing this to happen. for not stopping the muscled brute from strapping me to this bench. “Beg for my disease” voice said, “Beg for my death” “Please gift me with your disease, your death. Shoot your mutated virus in me, to spread” David said. I heard a loud grunt and knew that the man had shoved his cock up David’s hole. “Oh fuck yeah Daddy,” David yelled, “deep dick me” I listened close as the man pounded David’s hole. My cock was hard and standing up, supported by the leather. A hand slapped my ass hard, making it sting and warm, then a cock slid up my hole. I moaned. A hand wrapped around my cock and slowly jacked it as the cock started to move in and out of my hole. “Milk that last untainted load out of those balls” someone said. The man started to jack my cock faster and faster, while his cock was pushed in deep, his crotch against me. I could feel my cum building. “Anyone wanna eat a virus virgin’s load” the man jacking me asked. “Oh fuck no” someone replied, “waste that shit on the floor” I felt a new hand take over jacking my cock as the cock in my ass started to move, pumping in and out. Soon they were moving at the same rhythm. Each time the hand slid down my shaft, it crushed my nuts. I wanted to cry out that I was about to cum, but did’t want David to know it was me on the next bench getting seeded by anonymous men, just like him. My muscles began to tense up as my cum load got closer and closer to shooting out of my piss slit. My ass muscles squeezed the cock in my hole, only to have it pump harder and rougher. “He’s about to blow” the guy fucking me yelled. “Jack him harder” someone yelled. “Milk that vanilla load” another voice yelled. “Empty those nuts, so they can fill up with poison seed” David said. My body tensed up more and I felt my muscles twitch and my cum shoot out. I could tell this load was shooting high. The men cried out as my piss slit opened and my load flew high in the air. The hand on my cock continued to jack and my cock continued to shoot. Until it to too sensitive and began to deflate. Once limp the hand dropped it and it fell on to my crotch.

Part 30 Steven was very satisfied with the addition of Sebastian to his stable. Sebastian went right to work servicing the company's clients along with video shows and became a very popular power bottom in porn. The crown jewel of the company was finally nearing completion just in time for spring break; that being the conversion of the old, rundown motel into a bathhouse. Steven had already begun advertising the clothing optional resort at several colleges in the cold northern states. Reservations were already pouring in as the final touches were put into place. The exterior of the building was now closed off so nothing could be seen from the street. The pool was enclosed to include a retractable roof with the rooms right off the pool to be used for daily rentals and the rooms on the second floor above the daily rentals were opened up and created into a dark maze. Of course there were hidden cameras throughout the property to catch all the action. Everything was set as the designated opening week was quickly approaching. Steve even made sure to have his boy's schedules clear since he was going to need them to help poz the unsuspecting spring breakers. As each guest registered they were given a survey to complete to (as they were told) match them with other guests for fun activities. The real purpose was to gain an advantage to stealth fuck as many as possible. The rooms were quickly filling along with a nice surprise, group of high school seniors wanting to experience their first spring break. Of course there were plenty of condoms available, each one sabotaged that would have the bottom end up getting it raw and all the lube was a special meth mixture. All drinks were spiked with GHB and the 'alcohol' used had no real alcohol, Steven had it all replaced with flavoring as to fool those who wanted a mixed drink. The weed was spiked with Tina and the ecstasy was his own blend of MDMA and Meth. In no time there were naked college guys everywhere as the drinks began to flow. It didn't take long for the sex to start. Bam Bam had his eye on one of the high school seniors. He could see the kid guzzling his 'G' laced drink and by the look on his face he was feeling the effects of the G and probably some Tina. He quickly approached the kid and started to work on getting him back to his room. The unsuspecting high school senior was mesmorized by Bam Bam's large cock that when he was asked if he's like to go somewhere private the kid could only nod. Bam Bam quickly ushered the kid to the private room area that was only used by employees. Once in the room Bam Bam had the kid where he wanted him, alone with no one to see him get barebacked. Bam Bam climbed on the bed and had the kid get between his legs so that he could worship his cock. With the kid distracted trying to get as much of that monster cock in his mouth, Bam Bam reached for the pipe from the bedside table. Lighting the torch he rotated the bowl as the ample amount of meth placed into it began to melt. Bam Bam took a big hit of the Tina then pulled the kid off his cock for a kiss only to give the surprised kid a shotgun of Tina. After the shock wore off the kid he realized that he actually liked what he was given asking what Bam Bam was smoking. Bam Bam took another hit, but this time he blew a big cloud out while telling the kid, "This is something that will brighten your world, increase horniness and heighten sexual pleasure, want try it?" With the minimal amount of drugs in him already the kid didn't hesitate as his mouth (and probably his dick and ass) made the decision for him as he answered with a "Yes". Bam Bam held the pipe out to the kid as he instructed on how to hit the bowl, when to inhale and to hold it as long as possible before blowing the smoke out. Bam Bam got the kid to do 5 massive hits with the last one being shotgun that ended in a deep kiss. After that last his Bam Bam could see that the kid was flying as he forced his head back on his cock. The Tina aided the kids ability allowing more of the massive 9" cock to press into his throat. Bam Bam took control by placing a hand on the back of the kids head telling the kid to take a deep breath through his nose as his cock reached his throat. As the kid went down on Bam Bam, the hand on the back of his head gave him no escape as it forced him further down impaling his skull on the flesh pole that now invaded his throat. Bam Bam didn't hold him there long allowing him to pull off surprised that the kid didn't even gag once. The kid seemed eager to try deep throating Bam Bam again this time trying to accomplish the task on his own. Just as Bam Bam was about to apply a little pressure to force his cock back where the kid now wanted it to be, the kid's throat opened up and again took the cock down to the root. After a several more times the kid was deep throating like a well practiced slut (a slut about to be bred). While Bam Bam was enjoying the great head, he had other plans in mind. Pulling the kid off his cock he told him that since he got his fuck stick ready it was time to get his ass ready for a ride. He spun the kid around so he could was the home made bareback porn playing. Bam Bam began to rim the kid with deep tongue as he pulled out the meth laced lube and a big shard of Tina. As the kids hole began to open up he began to lube the kids ass. The kid made a quiet comment about the burn as Bam Bam just added more fingers and lube telling the kid "I'm just working to open you up so I can slide my fuck stick inside you and give you what you need, make you feel good. You want that, don't you?" The kid responded by grinding his ass against the fingers inside him as he let out a deep moan. Bam Bam took this as a sign that the kid was ready for one more thing to get his boy puss primed and ready. He took the shard of Tina he had and pushed it inside the kids open ass. The kid yelped out at the burning sensation as Bam Bam used his fingers to rub it into the walls of his ass. As the burning began to morph into a carnal desire the kid began to buck back against the fingers inside his now very hungry hole. He was more then ready. Bam Bam pulled his fingers from the warmth of the kid's ass and scooted up behind the soon to be fuck high schooler. Bam Bam kissed his way up as the tip of his cock neared its target. He licked the kids ear telling him, "It's time for me to turn you into the cum slut that is buried deep inside you. When I'm done breeding you, your ass is going to be dripping cum." By now the kid was panting as his hungry ass was being teased by a very stiff and dripping 9" cock. Through his panting he managed to speak, "I've never been bred before." Bam Bam thrusted his hips forward sinking 6" of his cock inside the kid saying, "There's always a first time" as he pulled back a little bit before sinking the last 3 inches inside the kid piercing his deep internal ring and getting a deep moan from the impaled twink. Bam Bam wasted no time as he began to fuck the kid without mercy. He was up to long dicking the kid as hr knew he was going to give the kid his first (of many) poz loads. He made sure the kid knew the moment he was getting his first breeding asking him, "You ready for my first load? You want me to breed your ass? You ready to get pregnant?" The kid was not aware of what was about to happen to him at that moment but his answer to each question was a load "YES! YES! YES!" as Bam Bam shoved in one more time as he unloaded his poz jizz deep in the kid's ass howling, "Take my dirty seed."

Hey guys... i like to party hard in the weekends... working two jobs, i have little time during the week, but in the weekends i like to go hard and enter full slut mode.. last weekend was memorable again.. i actually didnt plan anything, but hey... once a slut, always a slut.. I was at home when a regular buddy texted me.. he was on his way to a party and wanted to drop by and drop a load. He is this cute black guy, been fucking me for 2 years. He came and since he was in a hurry, he fucked me right away and shot a 5-day load in my ass. After that another regular texted me, also a black guy. he has this huge dick (true BBC) so i went to his place right away. I told him I had been playing with my ass (didnt tell him about the load inside) so i was open.. he always leaves his door open, so I entered his house, undressed and laid down on his bed, waiting for him to enter the room. He is an awesome top and shoots loads. after some 20 minutes of fucking he bred me good. Went back home, got a message on grindr from another black guy with a huge dick.. also a regular. I told him I had just been fucked and loaded. he actually doesnt want to bb me, but once again he couldt resist (he always ends up raw in my ass, not leaving it untill he has cum) . I was on fire. after he left i went back on grindr and one of my beighbours (black brazilian guy) needed to cum. usually he only wants to get sucked or fuck safe, but the last three wimes i went to his place he fucked me bare... 10 minutes later i had load # 4 in my ass.. ( he knew about the other loads) . i went to sleep and woke up with a sloppy and hungry ass.. Another regular texted me, he asked if I got fucked and loaded last night.. I told him i had 4 loads in my ass which turned him on.. he assked if all the tops were black... when he found out they all were, he came over immediately. he is this horny black african guy, thick dick. while he was fucking me, a lot of cum left my ass.. so slutty.. turned him on and he refilled my ass with his big load... Short break after that... Later on Sunday (still carrying all the loads) i went to a cruisingbar in Amsterdam. continued slutting around like the whore I am. Ran into some old fuckbuds and told a guy on planetromeo i was gonna be there. the Romeoguy was the first there to fuck and breed me. SHort guy, big dick. After him there were 6 more tops that filled my ass and I got to swallow 4 loads... Yeah... the weekend was fucking sleazy....

I love to get drunk, but I've never been a huge 'party girl'. If I do go party and I go home with someone, I'll at least play safe. I'm not even on birth control and I'd prefer to not have any STD's. I thought I should disclaim that so you all know what happened last weekend was quite out of my character. As I'm in college, there are loads of frat parties all over the place. A friend of mine, Laura, had just been dumped so I figured I'd find someone to cheer her up. We were both dressed to try and send out 'fuck me' vibes. I wore a black miniskirt with a tight green top that didn't leave much to the imagination. When we got to the party, I lined up 6 shots for us, 3 each. I called Laura over so we could get the party started quickly, but she already found some guy to hang out, and she wasn't even drinking yet! I took a couple while waiting for her, but within a few minutes she left with the guy. Not wanting to waste good alcohol, I downed the rest. A few guys had tried to make passes on me at this point, but I'd waved them off. After Laura left I started feeling jealous though. I'm normally the one that gets the guys, like if I wanted I could fuck pretty much anyone at any time. She shouldn't have found someone that fast when I was standing right there. I was still in the kitchen with a strong resting bitch face when Larry, one of the frat boys that lived there, came over. "What's wrong sugar?" he asked, "Don't you know this is a party?" I didn't know Larry, and I wasn't sure what kind of pick up line that was, but I wasn't in a mood to wait and I figured it might be nice to only have to go upstairs for a fuck rather than to some strangers house. I smiled and talked to him for a bit. As I was getting progressively more flirty, Larry started getting more handsy. I laughed at his jokes and he'd casually lean in a little, putting a hand on my thigh. I returned the lean and he slid his hand up my skirt and grabbed my bare ass. He handed me another drink which I graviously accepted. "So I take it you want to fuck?" he said. I just giggled and moved my hand to his crotch. "Listen, I know you probably expect to go upstairs, and we can, but wanna do something a little more exciting instead?" "What." I slurred out. "Lets make it an exhibition. I want to fuck you in front of everyone here." I was a little far gone, but I knew this was a bad idea. It wasn't a huge college and pretty much everyone would know. I tried to decline. "What if I pay you? $200?" he said. I knew it was a bad idea, but I was also broke. Still, I knew sober me enough to know that I would regret it. Though it would be fun... I told him I couldn't because I wasn't sober enough and I didn't want to risk anything, especially since I wasn't on birth control. "No birth control huh? Well how about $100 for a blowjob right here." I love a good cock as much as the next girl, and there wasn't anyone else in the kitchen right now, so I acquiesced. He kissed me some more while unbuttoning his jeans. He pushed me down to my knees and slid out his long john. I was already fairly horny, so I went to work on his prick. While I was working, he reached down my shirt and unhooked my bra, then slid his hands around me shirt to play with my breasts. He started sliding up my shirt until it was around my neck. Eventually, he pushed me off my knees backwards so I was sitting on my ass with my back against a counter. He handed me another shot which I gladly downed. "Hey so I'm a gentleman, so I can't just make this about me. Let me eat you out so it'll be fair?" I was sopping wet at this point, but I didn't want to be naked in the middle of a frats kitchen. Anyone could walk in at any time. Before I could say no though, he was already kissing me. He reached down to my skirt and started sliding it down. I tried to protest but he was kissing me and I was too drunk to make any sensible words. Within a moment the skirt was gone and I was in my panties, with my shirt still hiked up to my neck. He started to yank at my panties, but I spread my legs so he couldn't get them off. This may not have been a great idea, as he used the new angle to quickly short his head between my legs. With a finger he pulled my panties to the side and started tonguing me. This tipped me over the edge as my pussy turned into fucking Niagara falls. I tried to hold in a moan as I spread my legs further, this time willingly. I was about to orgasm when I lost my balance on the counter and fell over. "You've had a bit to much eh?" Larry said. "Let me help you." Larry leaned over as if he helping my up, but then just grabbed my shirt and yanked it all the way off. Larry started kissing me and fingering my pussy. I tried to close my legs at first, but he used the opportunity to get my panties off. I was so fucking horny though. Larry leaned in and started kissing me again, while using one hand to finger me. I told him "I can't fuck like this, I can't get pregnant" but he ignored me and kept fingering. My legs involuntarily started to slide open. He was still pantsless from the blow job and put his body between my legs. "upstairs... condom..." was all I could get out between the alcohol and how horny I was. He ignored me again. Positioning his dick at the right angle, he pushed in. I was so wet it slid in easily. He started humping and I realized it was game over, I wanted this. I wanted this so fucking badly. I spread my legs as far as I could and let him hump me. As soon as he started, he shouted "free pussy in here!" loudly. I realized I made a mistake. Within a few moments the room was filled with frat dudes. I knew sober me wouldn't want everyone on campus to know I'm a slut, but I didn't care. This was hot as fuck. Everyone watching. I almost lost control completely, but I managed to remember one last thing. "Please pull out! I can't get pregnant." The frat boys around us laughed and cheered at that. the cheers worried me but I was gone now. I had lost all inhibition and started moaning like there was no tomorrow. I wrapped my legs around Larry as he picked up the pace. I felt him starting to expand. I was thinking 'no not yet, I haven't orgasm'd!' but it was too late. Larry grunted as I felt hot liquid fly into my pussy. 'Fuck' I thought, now I had some strangers cum inside me, and lady blue balls, and there were at least 30 frat guys standing around me cheering. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it wasn't happening. I wasn't even sure if I could walk yet so I really didn't want to try and walk out. Unfortunately, I wasn't even given the opportunity. Within a few moment I felt another guy climb between my legs. I tried to close them when I saw that he was also not wearing a condom, but he was already there. I was so close and I had already had guy cum inside... what's one more? I spread my legs again as he inserted his prick. This guy wasted no time as he started jackhammering my pussy. I didn't mind as I was already revved up to max. The guys around me were cheering and some of them came to grope my breasts as the guy fucked me. Their intrusion and total lack of respect only made me wetter. I was being fucked by a second stranger, without a condom, while more strangers groped everywhere. As this guy got faster I was getting close too. I felt him expand and I was almost there, but no luck. This dude also exploded too early and I wasn't quite there. I closed my eyes in disappointment once again. This time I was SOOOO close. I reached my hand down to see if I could do the rest myself, but my hand instead met another penis. This huge guy was climbing on top of me. I realized I was about to have 3 dicks in me in one night. The pregnancy might be unavoidable, but all the STD's these frat guys must have... I asked "are you clean?" and the guy just smiled. I tried to stand up, but he shoved my back down. "Okay one more guy" I said, determined to orgasm. This guy was bigger than the last two and wasn't as fast, but his cock was fucking massive. I could feel it bottoming out my vagina. The big dude put his hands around my throat and said "You like that? You being a cum dumpster?" Fuck, I didn't want to be a cum dumpster, and I didn't want a random guys kid in me. At the same time... it was the fucking hot. This guy was in total control and I was powerless. I was moaning again. He asked "want this cum? You want this cum bitch?" I replied "just don't end soon..." desperately seeking this orgasm. The big guy started to get faster, slamming me into the ground with every hump. I felt his prick expand, I knew another guys semen was about to enter me. The thought sent me over the edge as I started screaming in total ecstasy. The guy howled as he came, shooting jets of his cum inside. After he got off I knew I had to get up fast if I didn't want another guy to climb on. I sat up and looked at my pussy. It was covered with semen. I didn't have time to look though as I needed to get out soon. I spun around to my knees and tried to stand, but another guy pushed me back down. 'Fuck' I thought, I forgot how much I loved to be taken from behind. The guy nuzzled his dick up to my hole. Without entering, he leaned down and whispered "this isn't a rape... want me to fuck you?" I wasn't sure I wanted it, but as his prick pushed further I realized I was still horny as fuck. I moaned, he understood the reply. I realized it was too late now, if I was going to get something I was going to get it. I'd at least fuck to my hearts content until then. Over the next hour or so I must've taken every load in the house. After a point I couldn't even orgasm anymore, I was just satisfied to take another load. After the house had there fill, I just stayed there. I was too tired to move and they just left me on the kitchen floor. The next morning I woke up in the same spot. I put my clothes back on and started to move to the door. Before I got out though. Larry found me. I started walking faster to get out, but he grabbed me and started kissing my neck. I bent over against the wall for him and he lifted up my skirt to pull down my panties. I had taken so many loads, another from the same guy wouldn't matter, and I was somehow horny again. He lasted a few minutes this time before cumming. "Thanks for the hole, cum dumpster." I guess that's all I am now. Since then, it's proven true. Everyone I know heard what happened and treats me differently. Guys invite me back to their room, or just take me wherever they find me. I can't say no anymore. It's not that I want to say no, because I don't, I LOVE sex. I know it's a bad idea, but I've fucked so many guys now that I can't control myself. I'm just a hole to be used.

I started a new job in the same city where my cousin was based and he offered me one of his spare rooms, of course I knew all about my cousin and his wild sexual adventures he got up to. I had my doubts initially as I was a straight 19 year old pretty but gawky in some aspects 5'10" with a usual teens body and a pretty nice cock if I do say so myself, but the safety and security of living with someone I knew was the main draw for my reason to take him up on his offer and he was family so would look out for me. I moved in and settled down pretty quickly being busy at my new job and just meeting new friends at work and going to coffee bars to chill out after with them. One Friday afternoon I came home and Kev (my cousin) was busy unloading beer from his car he turned "Hey, you should know I have some fuck friends coming over tonight so you may want to keep in your room when they arrive as it is going to be a bit of an orgy and quite loud.", I asked if I could take a beer to my room and he said of course but don't tell anyone in the family so I agreed. I knew my cousin was HIV so guessed it was going to be a bareback free for all and having seen some of tricks previously they were quite on the rough edge of the spectrum when it came to partying. His fucks started to arrive after we had eaten and I was sat in the dining room with just boxers and t-shirt on, I grabbed the promised beer and tootled off to my room which was far enough away as my cousin was doing okay for himself and had a large suburban house. I drank the beer slowly and sipped on water as well to make sure I didn't get drunk the downside I needed to pee real bad so I plodded down the hallway on my way to the bathroom. I could smell the odour of pot being smoked so I figured this was going to be a hell of a party, I went in to the bathroom had a pee and then decided to pinch another beer without Kev knowing. Sneakily I dived in to the kitchen only to find two guys in there wearing only harnesses and cock rings, one was skinny and tall the other around my height and definitely worked out judging by his muscles, but my eye was drawn to what I thought was a nuclear radiation symbol tattooed above groin attached to which was a pretty large cock. "HEY pretty boy where you come from?" the muscled one asked me, I explained being Kev's cousin and liking girls not boys, they both laughed "Were no boys babe, were all man." I smiled took the beer and asked where Kev was "Oh, he's been snorting coke and high as a kite riding cocks in the office, he will be there for several hours." I laughed and made my exit. By this time I had to pee again so went in to the bathroom only to feel a presence behind me so I turned and there stood the muscle guy "You disappeared without a kiss goodbye, that was very rude of you." I looked astonished at him and again told him I was not a piece of meat for him. "So your straight, pretty and young and most definitely a virgin then?", I was getting uneasy with him being here as I knew I would not stand a chance against him if he tried to take me down, "Yes so what if I am it's not really your business, go back to the party please and leave me alone". He stood there and studied me "You know the difference between straight and gay is two beers don't you?" as he leaned over and picked out a toothbrush from the holder "Perfect tool to use on you" as he placed it in his harness he walked towards me as I started to back up looking for something to protect myself with so I grabbed the towel ready to whip at him. He kept moving towards me so I gave whip with the towel but grabbed it and yanked it forward pulling me with it as he did so he speedily wrapped it around my body pinning my arms and with that I wriggled and shouted at him to fuck off and leave me alone. He started dragging me out of the bathroom and in to one of the bedrooms closing the door behind and pushing me on the bed as he ripped my shorts off, I started wriggling again but the towel had my upper body immobilised I then felt the weight of him crushing down on top of me causing a loss of breath and layed there stunned under his full body weight. "Time to teach you to be nice and leave you with a present" as I felt his arm go around my neck and his face buried in to my neck kissing me and I began to freak out and freed one of arms just as he grabbed it. The realisation was coming to me that there was no escape and was about to be raped. His hips started to move in a swivelling motion as he positioned his cock directly in to my ass crack "I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude" I said pleadingly "please don't do this", "just be quiet and be a good boy and I will only rape you once" was his reply. I felt his now hard cock rubbing against my hole as he lifted his hips up and positioned the head he slowly parted me I yelped and with one hard downward motion his cock penetrated me all the way my screams must have sounded like someone being tortured to death as I started thrashing around but his grip on my neck got tighter as he continuously raised his hips being them smashing down against my ass and his cock tearing it's way into my body. He took his cock out as I turned my tear streaked face towards him I saw him retrieve the toothbrush and felt a tickling sensation as the bristles moved pass my ass lips only to be replace with a steady but forceful brushing movement, I could feel it going deeper a and deeper until his finger slipped in still holding the toothbrush and the motion got more vigorous as he was twisting it around. My arse arched up to try and expel the toothbrush but it was no good, his hand was now holding my head down firmly as I finally felt the bristles against my ass lips. He laughed and put the toothbrush by my head so I could see the unmistakable sight of my blood coating each bristly glistening bright red. I didn't get time to think of anything before a searing pain ran through my body as he rammed his cock back in to the battered ass and he began a furious pounding as I let out scream after scream until I was hoarse and couldn't scream any more. I felt the sweat off his body rubbing against mine and the cock seemed to grow even thicker as once again grabbed me around the neck "Fuck baby this is so go dam good and here comes your gift for being a good boy" his hips thrusting harder as if he was trying to break my pelvis and he shouted "fuck oh yes" he grimaced as his body shuddered and his cocked locked in as he delivered his load, wave after wave of pulsing cock and warmth filling my ass. I lay sobbing like a baby as he kept his dick in side me grinding his hips to make sure he left with the one gift I would never forget. He pulled out wiped his dick on the duvet and let me there crying and coming to terms with what had just happened.

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

True story from Dec. 23rd holiday party. My partner Shane and I went to a friend’s holiday party. It’s a semi-annual event, and always one of the best parties of the year. This year there were around 70 guys attending. There was a small catering team handling the food and bar. My favorite was the blonde waiter; when we chatted, he shared he was a senior in a nursing program and was thinking about PA school next year. The bartender was a muscular guy, shaved head, in his late 30s or early 40s; he was pouring the drinks pretty heavy. I chatted briefly with another waiter, this one a bit shy with dark, thick hair and glasses who was also finishing college, and looking a bit overwhelmed by all the men. There was a really mishmash of guests, ranging from late 20s through early 60s, with the majority in their 40s and 50s. A good cross-section of fit and outgoing gentlemen. I knew about half of the guys from other social events, and a few from prior seasons in Ptown. A few close friends were attending, and I was mingling throughout the night. Shane and I crossed paths now and agin in the house — a 3600 sq. Ft. Home built along the edge of conservation land, so it was nice and private. There was a constant level of flirting and sexual energy in the group; not ususual for one of these parties. Men were casually chatting, rubbing one another’s chest, and breaking the touch-barrier by laying a hand on someone new’s shoulder or around their waist. The buzz in the house was lively as guys moved from room to room, and occasionally out to the chillly patio, during the evening. Around 10 p.m. some guys began to take their leave. I’d chatted with my friends, made some new acquaintances, and even exchanged a couple nice kisses with some new handsome guys. Shane introduced me to a tall, lean red head named Eric, and I chatted with the handsome ginger for a bit before needing to visit the bartender again. There’d also been a slow migration of some guys to the upper floor, which had a walkway and small seating area that overlooked the living room. Guys were hanging out up there, and then disappearing down the hallway. I wasn’t in a hurry to wander upstairs, and was enjoying the conversations still happening on the main floor. Around 10:45 the main floor was growing pretty thin. The last of my close friends that were still hanging around were saying goodbyes. The main floor was littered with empty food plates, wine glasses, and cups. I peeked into the front living room and saw a guy sitting on the couch with another kneeling at his feet blowing him. In the kitchen, three guys were in a tight embrace exploring one another’s bodies under their winter clothing. I decided to wander upstairs and see what was happening there. The master bedroom was at the end of the upstairs hallway, past several other closed doors. The hall was quiet, and there wasn’t much noise coming from those closed rooms. The master bedroom door was opne, but the room was dark. With about 6 feet left to the hallway, I could begin to hear the happy murmurs of men in the dark. There were about 25 guys in the bedroom, a large space with 2 levels — the lower level had a king size bed in the center of the floor looking out a wall of glass into the woods. Behind the bed was a low wall with steps on either side that went to the upper level. Guys were everywhere. From the upper level, I could see a group of 7 guys active on the bed, with one guy laying spread eagle and another laying on top of him. Two other guys were on all fours at opposite sides of the bed being fucked from behind. Around me were small groups of naked men sucking, and I spied what looked like a metal framework in the corner opposite the hallway. I stripped, tossed my clothes behind a chair, and started to wander the upper level to see who was there and where I might join in. The bedroom was filled with happy moans and groans of men sharing sexual intimacy. There were random bottles of poppers and lube floating around, and I took a quick hit of poppers to get myself going; my dick was already rock hard, my favorite leather cockring hugging it tight at the base. My friend Matthew was laying on a blanket on the floor, holding his legs in the air as someone I hadn’t spoken to tonight started penetrating his hole. Three guys were on their knees in the middle of a group of 6 or 7, hungrily sucking one cock after another. The frame I saw in the corner was for a sling, but the sling was empty at the moment — I didn’t think that would last very long. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness, just a few candles punctuating small areas of the room, and casting most of the bodies as silhouettes until you got up close. I picked up a bottle of poppers and took a second hit as one of the guys kneeling reached out and touched my cock; I slipped it into his mouth and enjoyed a nice blowjob before he moved back to the guy on my right. I wandered down to the lower level by the bed. The sounds here were more intense — skin slapping against skin, and short grunts, moans, and gasps as men were being fucked in the near darkness. I had to get close to make out faces. To my surprise, the adorable blonde waiter was bent over the edge of the bed being fucked by one of the hosts. The host leaned over as I got close, and made out with me while he kept fucking the boy. There was a bottle of lube and some poppers laying nearby on the bed, and I reached underneath to feel the host’s bare cock sliding in and out of the boy’s hole. I stepped around and knelt on the bed, taking a hit of poppers, sharing one with the boy, and pushed my cock into his mouth to spit roast him. I looked at the other pairs fucking on the bed, and realized it was Shane laying spread eagle on one side of the bed with the red head plowing into his hole. I felt the thrill that goes through me when I see Shane being fucked by someone. He was grunting over and over as Eric delivered thrust after thrust, his body weight pressing Shane into the mattress. The muscly bartender was standing at the other edge of the bed, stroking slowly as he watched two other guys fucking near him; he occasionally reached over and touched Eric’s ass and ran his hand up along his spine. I decided to walk up top and see if there was an available ass ready to be fucked. My friend Matthew was now in the sling with a couple guys standing near, but no one stepping up. I quickly lubed my cock, stepped up to Matthew’s waiting hole, and started to push in. He and I smiled to each other for a second, then he took two long hits of poppers knowing what was coming, and then the fuck started. His ass was incredible warm wrapped around my dick, and I felt the smooth skin rubbing against my cock as I pumped in and out of his hole. I fucked him with long strokes, purposely trying to have my balls slap against his ass. He started jacking himself, and I picked up the pace as he starting moaning. I went from long and deep strokes, to a more moderate pace, letting the sling begin to do some of the work as it swung forward and back, pulling his hole away from my cock, and then plunging back to impale him again. Matthew was groaning loudly, which totally turns me on, and I started a power fuck, slamming his ass hard as I pulled back against the chairs holding the sling. Matthew and I locked eyes, him grunting and snarling like someone who loves his ass used hard. My pelvic bone was starting to hurt I was fucking him so hard, pulling back on the chains to bring his hole back to me. Matthew grunted and then asked for a break. I stepped back, and helped him up, his lightly furred chest drenched in sweat, and he was gasping a bit. We stood there making out for a few minutes, then he went downstairs for water. I washed off my cock in the shower (I think that’s always polite after fucking someone’s ass), and wandered back toward the bed. There were at least 10 guys on or around the bed, and the energy had become primal. Shane and the blonde waiter was laying on their backs along the bottom end of the bed, with a third guy on all fours beside them. All three were being fucked. Shane was taking the bartender’s big cock, his moans conveying how hot the fuck was. The blonde was giving it up for a silver fox, and the third was impaled on the host’s cock. This is where everything just begins to become a pagent of smells, sounds, and feelings. I jumped onto the bed, and there were others that followed. The next 40 minutes was a circus of mystery cocks slipping in and out of willing holes as tops moved around the bed regularly, I fucked a cute otter at the edge of the bed while watching Shane take the silver fox in his ass, and another guy push his cock into Shane’s mouth. I was just thinking of breeding the otter when someone came up behind me and pushed into my ass. I became distracted by the mystery cock inside me, and the incredibly warm feeling of the otter’s hole. I thrusted forward to bury myself deep, feeling the dick in my slide out to his head; and then pushed back onto the cock behind me while giving the otter a moment of relief. I was caught up in the amazing slippery feelings on my cock and in my ass. There was a rotation on the bed, and I lost my otter hole only to find the blonde waiter sniffing poppers with his legs spread wide. I didn’t waste time taking that beautiful hole, watching the expressions on his face as I began to pump in and out of him raw. A suddenly loud grunting / growling sound was off to my left, and I could make out (through the tangle of bodies) a bearded guy from Connecticutt pumping his load into Shane’s ass. My poppered up blonde was cradling his knees in his arms, lifting his ass up for my cock. I pounded him, shifting my stance a few times to reach different angles in his hole. He vacillated between low moans and quick whimpers as he took another cock in him. I made out with a guy next to me who then asked for a turn with the blonde. I gave myself a quick respite for some water, then returned to the bed. The redhead Eric was back at Shane’s ass, holding his legs wide while he pumped away at the hungry hole. Shane was moaning, and after a few minutes I heard him ask for Eric’s load. The redhead pumped with determination; I could hear their bodies slapping against one another, and felt it in the bed itself. Finally Eric unloaded into Shane, still pumping away to push his load deep inside. I felt someone fingering my hole, but he was a bit too tentative to keep my attention. Meanwhile, the otter was available again, and he presented his hole to me. I decided this was where I was going to finish for the night. I made out with the handsome otter, letting my hardon tease against his hole for a moment before pushing back inside. We found a quick rhythm and made out while I fucked his ass. I felt the urge building inside me to shoot. I looked up and saw one of the hosts bending Shane over the edge of the bed and positioning his cock to enter my partner. “Are you gonna breed me?” The otter asked. ”Fuck yeah!” I grunted. He looked at me with cocklust in his eyes, and I knew I was going to tag his ass. I let the urge build, my cock aching to release, “OH YEAH~” and I let my cum flood the adorable otter in front of me. He started grunting, and I saw his own cum shoot across his chest and hit his chin. I licked him cum onto my tongue, and pushed it into his own mouth, letting him taste his own cum while mine filled his ass. Our host grunted again and again as he unloaded into Shane’s ass in front of me. I got off the bed with the otter, the two of us walking hand-in-hand, I lead him toward the shower. I slapped the host’s ass, “Nice work” and he smiled back. “I’ve wanted to breed that ass for over a year!” The otter and I showered, then snuggled in one of the other bedrooms for awhile. When I finally got up to collect my clothing and boyfriend, I found him showering with a bearded guy from Boston I’d met before. He had fucked Shane in the sling and given him another load. Shane told me later that he’d been fucked by two guys in the sling, taking both loads. If you enjoyed hearing about Shane’s and my holiday orgy, click the Blue Heart and Upvote, and leave a message.

Have you ever fucked a guy in a car or been fucked by a guy in a car? Did it happen in your car or his car? Where did you park? Being on the dl, I was always afraid of getting caught. "Yes Officer, we decided to just get naked and play some cards in the back seat. Really." However, the few times I have risked it were great. Neither of us had a place to "play". The first time I got fucked in a car, the hot younger guy directed me to an out of the way place to park near some woods. Luckily, only a few cars passed by that late at night. But each time, I wondered how quick we could move from being naked to being clothed if it turned out to be a cop. The second time, it was late at night. We just parked on the street in a neighborhood. It started out with me sucking his stiff cock. He was so fucking hot that when he suggested we climb into the back seat, I agreed. He had the longest fucking tongue and rimmed me so good. That was followed by fucking in different positions. After we finished and I dropped him off near his house, I just kept thinking, "I can't believe I just did that!" However, when he called three other times, I did not hesitate picking him up again.

So this is actually a true story... One night I was out drinking which always makes me want to parTy in an effort to make that drunk feeling go away, so after last call I hit up my dealer who didn't live far from the bar and he let me know it was cool to roll thru... He had other ppl there so I didn't stay long and smoke out with him like I typically did. I started my drive home, but wasn't ready to go home and was driving with a nice buzz and somehow ended up far from home, but I recognized the area I was in because I partied with this short, muscled, Italian a couple times that I would still chat up from time to time on a4a... I didn't have his number stored though and being buzzed, horny, and needing to smoke pretty badly, I had the brilliant idea to just knock on his door even though it was like 330 am and it had been a while since I let him eat my asshole and even let him stick it in me raw for a little bit. So I pulled into his condo complex, parked, and climbed the stairs to his condo after I noticed a light on. So I knock once, and then once more and hear his voice tell me to wait, he will just be a minute. Only when the door opens it's a stranger... a good looking fit white man in his 50's wearing nothing but his glasses and a white jockstrap. My jaw just kinda dropped and I was able to ask if Anthony was around, to which he replied that Tony was away on business for work. I apologized for disturbing him and told him he looked sexy opening the door like that, especially to a stranger at 330 am... He told me it was cool, and was just towelling off when I knocked and the jockstrap was already on his bed. Anyways, he said he would let Tony know I stopped by and closed the door. I walked about a quarter of the way back down the steps and decided I would knock again... He again answered the door graciously and asked me what was up. I panicked and asked if I could just chill there for a bit to sober up some, an odd request considering we had just met a minute earlier and told him I had some Tina, not sure how he would react to the statement, but I was willing to share which got me invited right in... I followed him into the spare room I had never been in before and he had Xtube opened up on his desktop with some daddy-son bareback porn playing. Told me to have a seat and make myself at home. I loaded a bowl and we smoked, then he got his water pipe out which had me so spun and he was up doing things still wearing just the jock... I was sweaty and hot and asked if it was cool to rinse off real quick and he said sure. I left the door open and only partially closed the shower curtain. On this particular nite I had worn a swimmers jock under my jeans. He brought me a towel and asked if I had enough for him to slam and I said yeah since he was being so cool about me being there... So I towel off, but not very well and slip my jockstrap back on and put my baseball cap on too before I reenter the room, towel draped around my neck and he is starting a new video... I get my Tina out and give him what he needs while smoked more, watching the video, I hadn't started slamming yet at the point. So I am actually kneeling on the floor in front of the computer using the mouse to scroll for a different video when he comes out of the bathroom after he did his .5 and pulls his chair away from the desk and sits behind me, me almost on all fours with my jockstrap framed ass on full display. I'm still focused on the porn action I was unaware he took the jockstrap he was wearing off and was stroking his hard cock. I jumped when I unexpectedly felt his lubed fingers on my asshole. Asked when I last got fucked, before making sure I wasn't a top as well... Told him it had been a couple months as he greased up his cock and my hole some more which had me moaning and planting my knees further apart and dropping my head while I arched my back. Told me what a tight warm smooth brown boy hole I had while he kneel down behind me, cockslapping my hole, smearing his precum all over it. All I could do was moan then I feel the water pipe tapping my arm for me to take some more rips off it. Thanked me for the slam and the ass as he was pushing his cock head into me. Said he loved fucking beefier younger guys like me. I was still trying to play it safe at the time, but I was so spun I never even checked to see if he put a condom on. Once he had his cock in me to the hilt I felt my insides warm up and get slick... He asked if I liked his raw cock and the precum he just shot inside me, and I started to panic a little but he just held my hips tight and kept me pulled back onto his cock and told me to just enjoy that daddy dick before he finally pulled almost out and then long dicked it back up my slick snug fitting guts. He reached for the desk and grabbed something that I later found out was his phone and was recording it. Then he pulled out and got to his feet and mounted me from above, making me moan and leak precum as he told me how much he loved fucking my sweet bubble ass and was glad I knocked that third time. After some good fucking he pulled out and grabbed the water pipe... I thought he was done but then he told me to get on my back on the the bed and he pushed my legs back and wide, greased up my swollen pussylips and his cock and stuck it back in and fucked me deep and steadily. He gave me know warning or option to pull out when he came. But stayed hard and cumfucked me for another 5 mins before he gave me his second load. I had never been bred before that and he gave me two loads that night. Then he got up and went to the kitchen for a drink while I was still super spun and making sense of what just happened. He asked why I was so quiet and I told him I rarely got barebacked and had never let anyone breed my hole before. He just laughed and told me it was bound to happen and I never told him anything about what my boundaries we're so he assumed I was down for whatever. And because I was still laying there with my legs open and my hole visible he told me to stroke til I came while he played with my cummy hole. It felt amazing and I shot the biggest load. I went there to parTy, just wasn't expecting it to be with him, but I'm not sorry I did it either, still jerk off thinking about it years later...

Having just turned 18 I was living with my parents and loved my x-box and gaming on-line. One night I was battle demons with a gamer when we lost and ended up trapped in the lair, the guy I was gaming with messaged me “dam, how we gonna get out of this?”, I chuckled back at him and suggested we just run for it. The tactic didn’t work and we were both killed “we need to combine resources next time to defeat them” I messaged to him, “If you were in London we could play it together” he responded. I messaged him back and told him I was in Fulham, as it turned out we were only 2 streets away from each other. He went on to tell me he was in his early 40’s and a raging homosexual, this caused me to laugh so I replied I am 18 and think I am too. I agreed to meet him at a cafe for coffee the following evening as I told him it was not a sexual meeting and he totally agreed and respected this. I ordered a latte and found a table in a quiet part of the cafe and waited, I watched several guys come in order coffee then leave. The door opened again and in walked what appeared to be a youngish guy who looked about 30 with cropped hair and designer stubble with what can only be described as kissable lips. He ordered a drink then looked around and headed towards me, “Marc?” he asked and I replied “Yes, you must be Jake?”, he smiled and sat down so I had to ask him if he really was in his 40’s and indeed he was. We chatted for a couple of hours and I agreed to come to his place Saturday afternoon so we could defeat the demons, he warned me he smokes weed and if that was a problem I said each to their own and I don’t judge people. saturday afternoon I made my way to his house and we sat on the floor in the lounge leaning up against the sofa, he had boxers and a vest on so I felt a little overdressed in shorts and t-shirt. He offered me a beer which I took and sipped it slowly as I hadn’t really done drinking plus it was quite bitter, then we got on and played our game but alas defeated again at the same point. He smoked a joint and it made me slightly dizzy just breathing in the second hand smoke but I was relaxed and comfortable with him and he certainly wasn’t a threat. My eyes kept glancing to his fully formed lips and his stubble which somehow just turned me on, I relaxed back against the sofa not realising his arm was there. He lit another joint and was sipping his beer “what? he asked, he had caught me looking at him so I casually laughed it off and then felt his arm drop over my shoulder so I snuggled in whilst he caressed my chest. I touched in stubble and ran my fans through it and as his face moved closer I touched his lips and and knew then I had to kiss them so I went in for the kill, he responded by kissing me back and lingering there he touched his lips to mine slowly moving around my mouth slightly parted and he made his move as his tongue parted my lips. I was floating as his kissing was so tender we locked to get her for 5minutes or so then pulled away and smiled, “that was nice but I think it is best we leave it at that” he said, I agreed and we clinked bottles and he relit his joint as we chatted then he excused himself. I looked at the ash tray where the joint was burning and the temptation to try was taking over me, so I picked it up and drew on the joint only to cough and splutter just as he walked in. He looked and laughed at me in a tha will teach you kind of way, he then sat back down and put his arm around me. He let me try the joint with guidance and by now I was getting paranoid and giggling at the same time, I then moved on to his lap facing him and went in for another kiss and this time he fully reciprocated. We kissed for an age then he moved me up on to the sofa and we began undressing, as I removed his boxers a beautiful long thick cock was exposed. We resumed kissing and he positioned himself in a missionary position I saw his hand move down and felt him raise his hips as he positioned his cock against my hole. By now kissing had become more sensual and erotic and I felt my arse opening at the pressure of his cock head nudging it’s way into my arse. I put up no resistance as the weed had totally relaxed me and not even thinking about condoms, I moaned loudly as the last inch buried itself in to me. There was no talking as we were lip locked and our head moved in a synchronous motion as he thrusted his hips back and forward in a steady rhythm, after some time he positioned his arm around my neck and I clasped him tightly around his neck as I felt his pace quicken. My whole body was quivering with delight as he stopped kissing me and lifted his head he grunted then shouted “ Fuck, take my seed baby” he then thrusted upward with a sharp jab as he moaned and released his seed into my body, he held me for what seemed ages and wave after wave of thrusting jabs nailed into my ass. He looked me in the eye and then kissed me lovingly as he collapsed on top with me impaled on his hard cock. He pulled out and we got dressed and played another game before I went home. An hour after being back in bedroom I felt the need to go to the toilet, I sat down passed a little wind which burnt like hell on my arse lips, when I got up I saw semen in the toilet that tinged with pink streaks, I though nothing more until a few weeks later I got a nasty flu like cold, I had heard that was one of the first signs of being infected so I took myself off to the clinic and got tested. My result came back positive which was a massive shock, I took the bold decision to confront Home so I knocked at his door, he opened the door and invited me in. As I told him that he had infected me with hiv that afternoon he smiled got me a beer and proposed a toast to the perfect gifting afternoon, I looked at him in disbelief but he moved towards me and kissed me, I woke up several hours later in his bed laying in his arms.

I had it done once with a middle aged guy. We were making out and then as he bent over to suck me he took his teeth out. I found this a real turn off. It also didn't feel that pleasant. No guy with teeth is going to bight your cock but he seemed to feel that he could gum it and that didn't feel good. Just my opinion, but to me the whole experience is something I have no desire to repeat.

My TOP (hehe) Five are (in no paticular order...all were hot): 1) LA, 2) Vegas, 3) Hotlanta, 4) San Fran, and 5) Palm Springs. No surprise, West Coast/western US is where it's at. Honorable mentions are NY, Chi-Town, Orlando, and Miami.

Office blowjob: Today after a week on antibiotics (my second since Christmas) I was bored in my office and got chatting to a guy visiting London form Glasgow. A classic daddy type with a nice long beard and stylish greying hair and a thick 7.5 uncut cock. He came to the office and I took him back in the kitchen and sucked him to completion and swallowed his four day load which i can still taste in my mouth. Second Blowjob: A guy I fucked with a few times messaged me last night on scruff, hes young, in his 20s and like a cute furry bear cub, he had just left the local swimming pool and was walking very close to my house, Sadly I didnt have a clean and ready hole, as I had just got in form work so I offered him a blowjob. He arrived literally two minutes later. I let him into the hallway and we briefly kissed before I got on my knees and took his hardening cock in my mouth. hes lovely and thick with big balls, and he quickly grew to his full 7-8 inches. I gave him lots of attention, licking his head and deep throating his shaft, then I started licking his balls, and he announced he was going to cum, so I quickly got the head of his cock in my mouth and swallowed his huge load. He always cums a lot which I love. He then pushed his cock back in his pants and pulled up his trousers, said thanks and explained he was late for a dinner party and headed off. Hopefully next time he messages I will be ready to get fucked, hes only fucked me once before which was amazing as that thick cock feels so good!

Had a surprise at bookstore tonight. It was pretty much dead, but I noticed a shy looking guy in back, tall lean, stache, maybe 40. I strolled over near him and nodded. He nodded back so I chatted with him a bit and tried to steer conversation towards sex talk. He didn't take the bait, so I chatted a bit more, and listened to him talk about the snow, and being busy at work. After this went on for about 15 minutes, I decided to just drop to my knees in front of him to see what he'd do. Surprising to me, he finally stopped talking and pulled his cock out. A beautiful 8", not too thick and a plump head on it. I sucked him steady and slow, rubbing his balls the entire time. He lasted about 5 minutes and quietly shot a huge fucking load in my mouth. He stayed put while I cleaned him up, then sincerely thanked me as he left. It was one of the sexier BJ's I've given in a while. As for my load, I fucked it into some nondescript guy I cruised about five minutes later. He was easy, eager, and hell...it was a hole when I needed one.

I can relate to so much of this. Also really appreciated what PheonixGeoff said. For me, so much of sex is mental/emotional. It's like the physical act is an expression of something more? I get and appreciate versatile guys, but for me i like the extremity of Top/bottom, DOM/sub, Yang/yin. By "extremity" i mean the extreme pull of two opposites. I've never had a whole hand inside of me, butt have experienced a few who have started the process and i feel like, even though i have yet to have a whole hand, that i am headed that way and that my hole is forever changed. I don't think fisting "destroys asshole" but for me, it changes it on every level, physical, emotional and mentally. For me, it's a further mark that a Top puts on me, marking me as even more of a bottom for a Tops pleasure... which is my pleasure. For me, the chemistry works full circle. Love what PheonixGeoff said about trust because trust vs force makes for so much more. I've had this fantasy where I wake up with a Tops hand inside of me. I know, lol, that's probably ridiculous, but to me it speaks of my love of the dynamic of extremity of desire between a Top and bottom. I love the notion of a Top being so TOP that He is hole obsessed and skilled to the point of being able to creep His way into a bottom who really wants Him. For me it's about mutual desire expressed from two opposite directions.

@makingwords - I'd throw in Chicago and New Orleans for BBC (from my not-so-limited experience) Otherwise, I'm with you on those cities! <oink> ...and if you can swing it, you might want to think about Blatino Oasis in Palm Springs, May 4-6 ( http://www.blatinooasis.com/ ). Having been to the last 3, I can confirm that there are quite a number of BBC there! @MascAssUpPDX - I wholly recommend taking loads while traveling. Let us know your travel plans and I'm sure we can help send some meat your way.... <oink>

3. Hole Fuck. Fuck. A triangle Fuck. A triangle of pleasure Fuck. A triangle of pleasure spreads Fuck. A triangle of pleasure spreads from his cock, balls, asshole, erupting outward, unrelenting, uncontrollable, to his entire body like an volcano exploding. Nothing could ever top this feeling sending him ablaze in molten heat and light. Fuck. The only thing that could ever top this feeling had to be death. Snuffed. Blackness. Oblivion. Because right now, mother fucker, at this single moment, he felt everything. Every fucking thing. He was Colossus. A Titan. God. The world channeled through him. Fuck yes. He was the eye of the needle; the eye of the beholder; the fuckin' cat five swirling eye of the hurricane. Nothing existed before this moment, nothing would after. He embodied the chord alpha and omega struck together throughout eternity jammed into one single note. Bam! Fuckin’ right here. Right now. Shit, man, it's a tsunami in here and he's riding this skinny little surfboard called Chris—it’s a thrill of a lifetime—and he's hanging on for dear fucking life! Fuck. He's overboard! He lost where he was, who he was. He's swimming up for air. All he feels is a tongue in his hole and a gummy mouth sucking his shriveled dick. Hairy arms hold him and run their hands over mounds of flesh, his burning flesh. He grinds his ass over someone’s furry pubes. Fuck, dude, tell how good is that? He'll never be able to sustain how aroused he is, every synapse of ecstasy is firing simultaneously. He's sure someone’s saying something to him but he can’t comprehend, even less respond. All he can react to is touch, those that touch him, those he can touch. Other senses abandoned him. Hard flesh, leathery muscle, sagging flesh, sinewy muscle, all attached to him in some area of his body, but he can’t differentiate the sum of these sensations. Fuck. There’s an argument, then a suggestion. Slowly he’s regaining sight. The pictures he saw stuttered like a reel of film falling off its track, still he made out bits of a room that could be hell. Red flakes falling off walls. Metallic roof reflecting flames all around him. An orange object dangled in front of him. What the fuck was that? A tentacle? He thought of a carrot, albeit one that was extraordinarily long and extremely pliable. Fuck. It was going in his anus and going in deep. Fuck. Voices emerged in the hellscape. Take it in—let it penetrate you. I've still got you. Long Beach Carl, his mother’s boyfriend was there. He's pushing the carrot into him. Oliver North was there as are a million cameras firing off strobe after strobe in his brain. Pop! Pop pop pop. He felt the object, initially so slender you hardly knew it was there until its mass grows with every inch it's inserted. The object passed through his rectum and entered his large intestine. It jus' pass through his second ring, said a Caribbean sounding voice. He's in a James Bond movie. He closes his eyes, he's tripping heavy, he knows he's not in a James Bond movie. Yet in his mind he imagines there's a race car that's tearing through a winding road in the Alps. He sees Sean Connery driving the winding road. His colon is a road, the object a vehicle that’s opening up his insides; every twist, tunnel and turn. Boom. Fuck. Chris is back in his body trying to come to terms with an object he feels somewhere on the right side of his abdomen. He ran his hand down to the spot and definitely felt an object inside him. Someone, Manetti it must be, pulled his hand back over his head. There are two men, Jamal and Master Drax he recognized, conferring at his hole, pushing something, a malleable orange sex toy through his anal canal. "The last mile is always the most difficult," Master Drax said to Jamal. Jamal goes back to sucking Chris' peanut. It not only distracted, but felt indescribably soothing. "Are you still with us, child?" Master Drax asked Chris. Chris wanted to communicate that he was still with them, raise a thumb or something, but he can't. He's immobile. He blinked instead hoping that said something. Words won't come back for quite a while, except for one. "Fu-u-u-u-ck," he yowls, forcefully arching his back. "I told you, Christian. New worlds. Hold him down. It doesn't give you pain. It's simple something you've never experienced." There is nothing to compare this to. He's hornier than fuck. He imagined his colon is being invaded by the tentacle of an octopus. He vividly hallucinates Master Drax is holding an octopus and guiding it to slither deep and deeper into him. But the tentacle had hit an impasse. It refused to penetrate into the next chamber. It had a life of its own, the tentacle; it poked and prodded against an impenetrable wall, won't proceed no matter how much Chris or Master Drax want it to. "The last foot is always the most revealing," Master Drax said to Chris, who could do nothing but look at him, and feel what was happening inside. "Jamal, get the amyl from the drawer." Jamal left the boy's dick and returned with a handful of capsules. He broke one and put it up to Chris nostrils. "Inhale it deeply, child." The effect it had on him was to immediately knock his head off his body. More than freeing his gut to allow the sex toy to penetrate, was the attitude it instilled: lust overpowers everything. He wanted that orange tentacle further up his ass. Jesus Fucking Christ he did! And his lust made it so. "F-u-u-u-u-ck." He feels it so intensely slip deeper inside. Two inches, three? It's a tickle that grows to a finger, which grows two feet in length to the size of a fist. The final girth is a medium size clenched fist. Master Drax has gotten the entire sex toy to press up against Chris' sphincter, but he's not satisfied. He bares down with his own fist to get his fist inside the boy too. "Another one," he instructed Jamal, who already had another hit of amyl under Chris's nose. Chris doesn't say, ‘fuck.’ Instead out rasped a throaty animal sound, a squall of air reacting to muscles going beyond what they're meant for: to hold shit in. There was pain, undeniably, but there was a definite element of pleasure in the animal cry, too. A sound an animal might shriek when it was dying but more like when it gave birth. To Chris, it was a sound emanating from his guts, and the large object within him and the large fist, that even after it entered his hole still plunged deeper into his bowels. He started stammering mindlessly, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," throwing his pelvis in the air, trying to get whatever's inside him outside him. This was where Manetti came in, holding him down, calming his colt. "Shhh. You did it, Chief.” He brought the kid down to him. “Good boy, good job." And though Manetti was as high as he's been in quite a while, he knew how to ride these twenty foot waves to shore. "Breathe. Get used to it. Accept it.” Manetti ran his hand over Chris’ chest, tweaked his nipple lightly. “Breathe, buddy. Relax your hole around it. Now squeeze! Now relax. Do it again." He's more a disembodied voice to Chris, but it was a familiar, disembodied voice, and it seemed to work. Though his hole was ready to explode again at any moment, and though the strain was more intense than anything he'd ever felt, he was over the agony of a few seconds ago. As he squeezed, then released, he was letting go of the panic and accepting the new sensation. Master Drax's pulled his fist out. This set off on another round of spasms, this time dispelling, like a two foot long shit—which pretty accurately described how it felt—the orange two-foot long object inside him. What would usually take his body hours of wave-like contractions to expel, happened in two seconds, which left him with an amazing feeling. Besides having the relief of not having the object ripping and pulling every which way, he was left with a sense of profound emptiness, and one other feeling he didn’t expect: he wanted it back in again. *** "Jamal, we need to capture this. Put two lights there and the camera there." Jamal went about setting up the shot. "Pig, let Christian up and bring over some grease. And take off that cage. I want you fluffed up when we shoot." Manetti helped Chris out of the sling. "I don’t think he’s ready to take my paw. Let Jamal fist him. He can probably take that,” he said to Master Drax. "Nonsense. Are to telling me how to conduct his affairs?" Master Drax handed Chris a bottle of poppers. "Use this right before we shoot." "No, Master,” Manetti replied. “You always know best. I just think the kid should..." "Enough. I determine what he 'should.' Jamal, are we ready?" Jamal nodded, and then helped Chris get into the sling. "Chief, how you feelin'?" Manetti asked Chris, who was adjusting the leg straps. "I feel great! That was mind-blowing. I am so fucking high." Manetti acknowledged he was too. Chris hadn't really considered that. Nothing seemed to exist beyond the skin of his body. "Places." Master Drax was in his element. "Jamal, take the boom, I'll operate the hand held. Pig, I want you coming into the shot. Christian, you just stay where you are. Enjoy it and encourage Manetti however you'd like. Use the seduction you know you have—you have the hole everyone wants, own that—but make sure you don't fake it, make sure you really want it from Manetti. No BS. Let's see how you do." "Yes, Master. Thank you for all of this." Master Drax nodded his approval, and called, "Action:" FADE IN: ABANDONED BUILDING - NIGHT There's a close-up of Chris' little puckered butthole. Its lips pout out like it's waiting for a kiss. It's not virginal anymore, but it's hardly gaped either. It lusts for something, someone. Manetti's broad back and hairy shoulders enter the frame and, yes, he's hard, very hard. You can tell there's chemistry, pun intended, between him and the boy. Let's not hide the fact they both look heavily drugged. He sits on a stool facing the boy's vulnerable hole. He puts a finger on its lip and pulls it down, testing its elasticity. The boy starts only slightly. He's excited yet there is an edge of fear in his face. We zoom in. His eyes are more than a little crazed with desire. The world weighs heavily on him, but he's young and resilient. It will take a lot to wear him down completely, and Manetti is more than capable of doing it. The man brings up two greased fingers and inserts them in the boy's velvet hole. They slide in easily. He coats the canal and bends down and brings up three fingers and more lube. The man's other hand is stroking his own rigid pole. He could nut at any point but he’ll hold off, at least for now. Three fingers easily slide into the boy's opening. The man shoves his three fingers up to where his pinky stops him from going further. He twists around the boy's hole, causing the boy to stir in pleasure. It's a very new sensation to him, and there's an exhilaration in his eyes that this man is going to penetrate his rectum with those enormous paws. He anticipates what it will feel like, how much it will hurt, but still grants there’s a deeper lust in him, a hedonistic impulse he's knows he's always had, that wants this man, wants this man in the most carnal of ways. Four greased fingers come up to the boy's butt and slide in, this time not as easily. Manetti has to go slow, gathering his fingers together, twisting slowly, applying pressure ever so slowly, prying the kid's sphincter apart, easing it open. He still has the large ridge of his thumb to go and he doesn't want to rush Chris. "Pick up the pace, pig. Let's get to it," says the director. Manetti sees Chris is taking a hit of poppers. That should help. He greases his whole hand and swathes the boy's entire butt. He prods the hole with four fingers, then adds his thumb. It's all funneling down into this tight hole. He's fighting with Chris' sphincter, it's resisting the circumference of his palm. Manetti twists slowly one way then the other. "Take three hits in a row, boy," he instructs Chris. Chris has only had single hits up to now, and each one has left him spinning, but he listens to Manetti and takes three consecutive hits. He barely manages to replace the cap but his eyes signal he's ready. Manetti holds his hand out in place. Not only is the kid's hole relaxing, he’s pushing out his butt and on his own, starts swallowing Manetti hairy paw. He keeps jutting his ass out so it swallows Manetti’s thumb, clutching the entire appendage down to his wrist. He’s instinctively squeezing Manetti’s huge mitt into him, as the hand tapers to a wrist. The vice-like clamp slides Manetti fingers into the boy's soft internal flesh. He howls at his accomplishment. He's in ecstatic agony as his rectum comes to accept the large foreign object. A huge invader, the likes his internal organs have never known. Master Drax was large, but Manetti's huge. Manetti rests his hand just where it is. He tells Chris to take another hit, which he does, and then starts slowly turning his hand inside the boy. They look into each other's eyes, and you can see the intensity of their communication transcends words. There is a microsecond of pain registering on Chris' face, and Manetti stops twisting, but begins again as soon as he sees Chris has accepted the sensation and now enjoys it. The tip of Manetti's middle finger is the first to touch a deeper area. He feels the rapid pulse of the boy in what feels like strings guarding a new chamber. He gently swirls the finger clockwise, then slowly traces the finger counterclockwise. Chris initiates a release of internal muscles that allow Manetti to add his index and ring finger deeper into Chris' canal. Manetti rotates slightly to allow his pinky and thumb to follow into the chamber. Chris inhales deeply as he senses where Manetti is in his body. It’s both an open invitation to go further, and a dawning realization of how far he ultimately wants Manetti to penetrate him. It’s just the two of them, eye to eye. Again he's in an enclosed confessional with Manetti. “You owned me," he admits, "ever since I met you. I can't resist you." He proves it, too, by sliding down deeper and impaling himself further onto Manetti's hand. You only have to look at the earnestness in his expression, his utter submission to the will of the man inside him, to see Manetti can do to him whatever he wants. Manetti knows that and will exploit it. The splayed out fingers start balling into a fist. The fingertips scrape against the raw colon sending nerve cells into an explosion of sensation, firing round after round of alarm to Chris' brain. Chris trusts Manetti with his body. He breaths and quells the panic. There is a joy about him knowing Manetti now actually has his fist, his balled up fist, in his ass. The noun, fist, he sees, is why it's also a verb. Yes, he signals to Manetti. Yeah, do it, fist me, say his eyes. And Manetti starts, ever so slowly, pulling out then pushing in. It's building. You can see it in the boy's face. It's revving up to become a piston fuck, which is animating Chris' face: joy, pleasure, excitement, apprehension, and at last at a building rhythmic pace, lust; demonic lust for Manetti to do it harder. Manetti knows this. This isn't his first rodeo. He's a great Top and is proving again. When you say 'handpuppet' this is what it means. Manetti twists Chris on his wrist. He's testing the boy constantly, seeing what he can take, seeing where he has to push him to accept his, Manetti's, will. Manetti knows the kid's body will reveal the course his hand will take and guide him along the way, but it's Manetti's confidence in his power that allows Chris to relinquish his. When the kid says he owns him, Manetti takes him at his word. He unfurls his fist, stretches his fingers deep into the kid's rectum, finds a new ring, swirls, charms, and enters his intestine. He straightens out the curve he finds, using his hand to reshape the boy under his care. He then almost pulls out, sphincter puckered to the extreme, then goes back in and rests just momentarily. He's traveled a great distance in those inches. Chris is undulating with libidinous hunger, but calms down when Manetti rests. He syncs to Manetti’s mastery. The man's palm is holding his prostate, holding it like it's resting in a hammock. As he rocks it gently, Chris is in ecstasy as if Manetti is rocking his soul. But Manetti doesn’t simply the boy's soul. He’s looking for the point where Chris will give up everything. That’s the ultimate power he seeks. He's probing the boy again feeling all his organs till he finds the pressure point he's looking for. Manetti's other hand grabs the boy's erect cock and a spray of piss erupts out of him. "Beautiful," says the director. Manetti first directs it toward himself, lets it splash in his mouth, noisily slurping down a few gulps and spits some out, then he points the stream back at Chris. Chris is out of his mind with sensation he's perceiving inside his body with the awareness that his pissing uncontrollably in front of a group of strangers, and being recorded doing it, and he's finding pleasure in the lewd act of primal degradation. He doesn't care, and that is incredibly erotic. He lets out a spontaneous, "Oh, fuck, Sir," as the stream hits his face and he greets it open mouthed. Manetti has pulled his hand back into a fist and is tugging at the inside of the kid's sphincter. He lets it sit at the extreme point of the stretch, pushes back in as far as he can, then yanks the fist completely out. Chris' hole flairs out with the camera capturing the red pedals of the freshly opened boyhole, the newly revealed flesh the world has never seen before. It's the first promise that a rosebud will bloom. Chris is convulsing wildly. Manetti stands, puts a hand on the kid's heaving chest, and with his other hand he's diddling, strumming his fingers against the boy's excited hole, doesn't want to lose the gape he fought for. Before Chris has a chance to come to his senses, Manetti's inserting three, and then four fingers back inside him. It tells Chris he's still open enough to keep fisting. Chris eyes him. Manetti has broken through something, for Chris says with clear intent, "Sir, destroy my pussy." "You want me to destroy your pussy, boy?" "Yes, Sir. I want you to give me a sloppy cunt." "You got a nasty mouth, boy." He sits back down on the stool, and there's a new lasciviousness that wasn't in Manetti before. He applies grease, a lot more grease, to his hand and some to his large hairy cock; black hair spotted with chunks of white Crisco. He also spreads some lube over his massive balls. He's back at the boy's hole with four fingers twisting around. His second hand joins the first with another swath of grease. They're sliding over each other and the rapid stimulation shows on the boy's face. He grabs for the poppers and takes a hit. His head releases back and he's now solely focused on his hole. He feels fingers sliding in and out. Pulling at his hole. Two fingers on each side pry him open, then three fingers on each side, then four. The hands pry his hole apart so hard they’re shaking. The inside of his hole feels like pudding, malleable flesh that submits to each stroke of Manetti's churning hands. One hand slips easily inside, then comes right out. The other hand disappears inside the kid's hole then reappears. Manetti's hand crunches into a fist and strains at Chris’ sphincter, trying to punch through. Chris leans his head forward and takes a couple more hits, and the fist punches in. The kid utters a loud moan. Manetti leans in, asks, "You okay, boy?" Chris answers, "Punch my fuckin' pighole." Manetti does, let's loose his fury. At first, one first in and out, then the other in and out. He's building up momentum until Chris is wailing in delirium. He pulls out a fist violently to watch the hole again flair open, this time much larger, almost the size of his palm. Chris' body shakes until Manetti puts a single finger on Chris gaping hole. He is in charge of that hole; he will tell it when it is allowed to have an orgasm. "Take more hits, boy." Chris does, and with a head clouded with poppers, Manetti resumes his repetitive punching, but now, Chris grabs his legs and pulls them to his chest, pulling his ass cheeks apart, begging to be Manetti's hole. Manetti obliges, inserting a fist and goes deep, pulling out quickly, then inserting a second fist in as far as it will go. It's not as rapid, but it’s a much deeper punch. Chris is not only taking it but continuing to pull his legs apart farther. In fact, he's taking his right leg with both arms and falling to his left side in the sling, moaning like a whore pushing his boy pussy obscenely out of the sling for Manetti to pummel. It's too much for Manetti seeing the boy in such a lewd pose. He needs to fuck this cunt right now, while he's in this state of abnormal delirium. He’s turned the kid into a whore and he’s the stud who gets the reward of fucking a possessed cunt! He grabs both of Chris' legs and pulls him forward in the sling. He stuffs his gaping hole with his cock, then pops one wiry ball in, then the other. He fucks him in short, staccato strokes. Chris is in rapture and eggs Manetti on, squeezing as much of his loosened sphincter as he can. What he lacks in strength he makes up in how extended his pussy has become. With his entire rectum he surrounds Manetti's genitals in a gelatinous, gluey grip. He knows—he feels!—Manetti's hairy balls are scraping against his bowels. He experiences Manetti gyrating inside him, perceives a iron erection stirring his entrails. Wanting him to cum in him, spread his dirty cum in his raw hole, he begs and pleads aloud for Manetti to breed him, to knock him up. Manetti pulls out completely. His balls swing freely dripping lube and other viscous droppings. His engorged cock plops out and slaps Chris’ balls. The kid jumps. Manetti likes what he sees, so he slaps his balls again with a greasy hand. Instead of retreating, the kid pushes his balls up toward Manetti's chest. The man grabs the kid’s balls and twists them till the kid cries in agony. With his other greasy hand Manetti smacks his ass, then plays with the boy’s hole, lowering him down. He takes the hand that smacked the kid's ass and penetrates him with it. The kid gasps, but accepts the hand immediately, starts squirming on it, becomes ravished by it. Manetti is in heat. He takes his dick and inserts it into the palm of the hand that’s inside Chris. It's far more girth then Chris has so far endured. You can see that in his strained face. But he's not rejecting it. His desire for Manetti overwhelms everything. He wants Manetti's to jerk off inside him, he encourages it with a slight rocking movement. When Manetti stops he realizes that Manetti wants to control his own hand job, so Chris completely submits, holds his legs apart so Manetti can do what he wants to him. Manetti observes the complete, utter subservience as does the camera. There's not much movement for you to see for a moment except in close-up of the hole. There's a rapid vibration only showing in the tendons of Manetti's wrist. He’s jerking his hand inside the hole. Manetti contorts his face as Chris watches in awe. He's getting close. Chris relaxes some muscles to encourage Manetti to use more of his insides to beat off. He's fisting his cock just as violently as he's fisting Chris' hole. The more Chris submits to Manetti's violet masturbation, the harder Chris realizes he's getting fisted. It's win-win. They're in perfect sync. Manetti is using long strokes to pleasure himself and Chris is writhing in pleasure. Manetti releases as Chris' eyes roll back in his head. Manetti's trained to show the money shot but he's locked into this moment of seeding this hole. He explodes, shoots deep into the bowels, sending his fist into the innermost depths. He pulls out very briefly to show cum leaking from his dick, but he's quick to get back inside, still jetting, smearing his dickhead around and around Chris' entrails. He squeezes every last drop out of his balls. He pinches his foreskin to not leave any semen behind. There both stare at each other. Manetti drips sweat onto Chris, who's also shining in heat. Manetti has a look of relief of a man who has given everything and held nothing back; Chris looks beatific, fulfilled—a bride inseminated. Manetti looks in his wide blue eyes, raises an eyebrow, and floods his hole with piss. Chris looks surprised, and states astonished, "You’re whizzing in me." Manetti pulls out for a second, pisses all over him, then reinserts himself. He flashes his famous shark tooth smile. Chris sends an identical shark tooth grin right back. "Cut," the director says.

Peter was quiet the rest of the night and most of the day. We both took a rest of getting fucked so we could be ready for the cops tonight. Most of the day we just laid out by the pool in the hot sun, soaking up the rays and enjoying the water. I did get Peter to laugh a bit, sadly it was my own expense. As the sun fell behind the mountains, we went into the hotel room to pre-pare for the night festivities. I was in the shower, wand up my hole when I heard Peter yell from out side the door: “Is my dick tiny” “What” I said back acting like I couldn’t hear him “Is my dick tiny” “Fuck Peter is that still an issue” I said, “No dumb ass it’s not tiny. He only said that to show dominance over you” “You think” “I know” I said smiling, “now put that out of your mind and get ready for tonight” “Okay” he said I was hoping that this put the “tiny dick” issue to rest once and for all. Time flew by and we were soon out in the car, driving through Palm Springs, windows down and a warm breeze flowing in. I lifted my ass and pulled off my shorts. I was now naked from the waist down, with just shoes on my feet with a tank covering my upper body. Peter’s eyes got big seeing me so open. “Ready for anything” I said, “plus no one could see in” Peter stopped at a red light and did the same, exposing his cock. I reached over and gave it a light stroke, causing it to instantly get hard. Once we were moving again, I undid my seat belt and leaned over, taking Peter’s cock into my mouth. He turned down a darken road and slowed down. “That’s it fucker, suck my big cock” he said. I slid my lips further down his shaft until my nose was in his hairy crotch. I held his cock in my throat. He put one arm on the back of my head and held it there. “Car” I pulled off just a little to breath as I watched the inside of the car light up. I heard the car slow and then stop. “Fuck buddy, his mouth any good” “Hot and wet, but his ass is better” Peter said, sliding his finger along my crack and around my hole. “Follow me” the stranger said, “I know a place” Still on Peter’s hard cock, which now was leaking pre-cum, we followed the stranger’s car. We soon parked in a dark area, hidden from any roads and passing traffic. “Stay on my cock and don’t look up” Peter ordered I heard a door slam, then my door open. I felt hands on my ass, rubbing and exploring my hole. The finger stabbed at my hole, causing a bit of pain. “Condom or bareback” the stranger asked. “Your choice” Peter said, “But you should know he’s a chaser” At that point my ass was pulled closer to the opening of the door. I repositioned myself to where I was on my knees, but my face was still in Peter’s crotch, cock sliding in and out of my hole. The stranger spit on my hole. I jumped a little when it hit, but it wasn’t long until I felt his cock head pushing at my hole. I pushed my hole out and felt the head pop in. The stranger slid his cock into my with one push, driving it deep into my hole. “Fuuucccckkk” he said as his cock hit bottom. In no time he was pulling out and driving back in, in long deep strokes. I could feel his veiny cock shaft slide against my hole as it moved back and forth into and out of my fuck hole. I moaned, dropping Peter’s cock out of my mouth. “Fuck that cock feels good” I said. He was picking up speed, pulling out fast and then driving in faster and harder. I shifted my weight to my arms and hands, bracing myself when he drove into my hole. Peter was holding his cock at the base and slowly squeezing it. I started to lick the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum oozing from his piss slit. There was a quick sound of a siren and then the flashing of red lights, lighting up the car and everything around, drowning out the darkness. The man fucking me quickly pulled out, leaving me open and empty. “What the fuck is going on here” a voice said. “Officer I can explain” the stranger who was fucking me said. “I know what I saw faggot” the officer said, “I saw you with your cock up his ass” Peter was trying to find his shorts that were somewhere on the floor, he was panicking. I just stayed the way I was, face in his crotch and ass at the door. “Please Officer” “Please what” “Please let me go” the man pleaded “Did you finish?” “What” “Did you finish, you know pump a load up his fuck hole,” the cop asked, “In other words, did you breed this faggot” I recognized the voice and slide my mouth over Peter’s cock slowly sucking it down. He was surprised that I was doing this and was fighting me. “No Sir” “Well, then drop your shorts, get that cock hard and fuck that faggot until you breed him” I think the man was a bit shocked, but I soon felt his fingers on my hole again. He pushed them in and out, fingering my hole. I wanted to look but still wanted this fuck to be completely anon. “Nice cock” the cop said. He soon was forcing his cock into my hole again, sliding in deep. “That’s it, long dick that faggot’s ass” The man was pumping his cock in and out at a fast pace, as if he was trying to cum as fast as he could. “Slow down buddy, enjoy that fuck hole” the cop said. “Yes sir” the man said. His thrusts slowed, but he was still long dicking my fuck hole. “Bet he’s a death seeking faggot” the cop said. “Yeah, the driver said he was a chaser” “All faggots are” “I got a high viral load of poz cum to give him” “Sounds like an attempted murder is in progress” “Soon fucker,” the man fucking me said, “so very soon” My cock was now hard as a rock and bouncing with each thrust of the cock inside my hole. Pre-cum was oozing out and puddling on the seat between my legs. The stranger had grabbed my hips and was fucking me harder and faster. “Do it fucker, shoot that toxic load of seed up his faggot hole” the cop said loudly “Oh fuck here it comes” the stranger yelled. He slammed his cock deep in my hole, as I felt it pulse and shoot. I could feel the cum shoot out and hit the walls of my hole. “Fill him up” the cop said. “Damn I needed that” the stranger said. “Good, now pull your cock out, get your shorts up and get the fuck out of here before I charge you with a crime” the cop said. I don’t think 30 seconds had past before the man drove off. “Now what the fuck am I going to do with the two of you” the cop said. “Fuck us like you did last night” I replied quickly with out thinking. “Partner and I are off duty in about an hour, here’s our address” he said tossing a card at me, “be there in two hours” “Sounds like a fuck fest to me” I said. The cop got in his car and pulled away, red light slowly fading leaving us in the dark. Peter’s cock was still hard standing straight up. Looking straight in his eyes, I said: “Get the fuck out and fuck a load in my hole” Peter quickly got out and ran around the front of the car, cock bouncing the whole time. I felt his wet tongue licking my hole as his hands spread open my ass cheeks. I moaned loudly as he flicked his tongue in and out of my hole. “Fuck” he said, “the man’s load is leaking out and taste fucking great” “Swallow those swimming sperms” Peter sucked hard against my hole as his tongue opened it up. He soon pulled off my hole and positioned his cock head against it. Grabbing my hips tight he rammed his cock into my hole, driving balls deep in one thrust. “Fuck Peter, take it easy, your cock is pumped up thick” “Sorry babe, just so turned on” He was pumping his cock in and out faster and faster. I could feel his balls bouncing against my own. Peter’s cock was thickening and getting harder with each thrust. “Can’t hold it back much longer babe” he said. “Cum in me, breed me, infect me” I said loudly. He rammed in and his cum exploded in my hole. His breathing was very fast and his grip on my hips were beginning to hurt. His nails were driving into my skin, deep and sharply. I was a bit afraid he was going to pass out. But he soon released his grip and popped out of my hole. As he moved around of the front of the car, back towards the driver side, his plump cock was still drooling cum from the piss slit. “I fucking needed that” he said climbing in. I bent over and wrapped my lips around that spent cock, sucking and licking the cum from it, moaning as I did. “We have some time to kill before going to the cop’s house, what do you want to do” “Get you some cum up your hole Peter” I replied.

Did a long weekend in Disney Orlando this month with my partner and some friends. Had a nice sized two-bedroom in Saratoga Springs resort we shared among 5 of us for a semi-annual reunion. This was our final evening / night of the trip, when just Shane and I were left (our friends departed earlier that day) because of a cancelled flight. This was the start of what turned out to be an exciting night....... I had gone to meet another friend who lives in Tampa, while Shane did an afternoon at the spa. I was back at the resort chatting on the apps with a few guys. Most were cast members (there are always a handful looking to play, but they work odd shifts or often are only available late after the parks close). A 22 year old guest staying nearby was sounding more serious, so I invested more attention in his chat. He was traveling with his family for the week, couldn’t host (as most of the guys on the apps around Disney cannot), and was horny. He was 5’10”, very lean, brick red hair that was short and very curly, and a cute face. Not usually who I would pursue (I like a guy with a solid build), but he seemed nice, real, and was available now. I met him near the bus stop and walked over. He was here with his family — his parents and two younger siblings, as well as a grandparent, aunt, and 2 younger cousins. They were in the water park (kinda surprising since its been unseasonably cold this week), and he hung out at their resort instead. Grinding on Grindr, of course (haha). We chatted about his college — he was a senior in psychology, planning to do grad school next year. He was a bit shy, which I found endearing. Very grounded. Far from being a typical self-focused or entitled twink, this guy was articulate, seemed to have some culture under his belt, and was humble. He was quiet and reserved, but friendly. It was a nice walk back to the condo, and was more intrigued to see where this would go. I wasn’t convinced he would totally follow through, but he’d come this far. I hadn’t heard back from Shane, yet, so was thinking this would be a one-on-one. In the condo, college boy and I had a glass of wine (he was looking a bit timid), and I casually placed my hand on him a few times as we moved around — his back, then waist, and finally leg while sitting on the couch. After a bit he returned the touch. I leaned in to kiss him, and warmed up to a slow, intimate series of kisses on the couch. I casually rubbed his chest and legs, and he reached down for my cock. It was time to move to the bedroom. I ushered him into our friends’ vacant room, went to mine to grab lube and poppers, and returned. He asked if I was on PrEP, and I confirmed it (we’d discussed it in our app chat, and its in my profile, but he needed to hear it again). He said he doesn’t usually bareback, and I told him I had condoms if he wanted. At that point, he dropped to his knees, pulled out my dick, and started sucking. College boy had a nice mouth and technique, sliding up and down my cock with his tongue, never loosing suction. He was a voracious cocksucker. I pulled his mouth off my cock, and slapped it against his face; he immediately put his tongue out for more. I was more turned on, and slowly fed it to him, pulling back to tease him, and build his need for it. I reached down and pulled his shirt off, then started to fuck his face, holding the back of his head, and his ears at one point. I thought about shooting in his mouth, but I wanted more of this college boy. I told him to strip; he wrestled out of his jeans and underwear while still kneeling. I reached down to his smooth ass while he went down on my cock again. I rubbed my finger against his dry hole, massaging rather than penetrating, starting to stimulate the nerves and relax his muscle. He moaned quietly, and actually stopped sucking my cock and pushed his head into my abs. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered. I wet my fingers and slowly started to probe him, tenderly, feeling his muscle contract and then ease open as he fell under the spell. He was still kneeling on the floor, and I got down on one knee alongside him, one hand caressing his back and the other now better positioned to play with his ass. He slid into position on all fours, and I drizzled lube on my fingers, probing a bit deeper to work the lube all the way in. ”Can I have some poppers?” he asked quietly. I handed him the amber bottle, and he took two long drags off of it. He settled his chest against the carpet, spread his knees wider to better display his ass in the air, and started to moan louder as the magic took hold. College boy was surrendering to the allure of offering himself to a stranger. My cock was rock hard, and I jerked it a few times to cover it in lube before returning my fingers to his hole. It was definitely time for more. I stood up, then squatted behind his ass, letting my cock slid up and down along that inviting divide between his ass checks. “Oh fuck yeah” he breathed, slowly grinding his ass against my cock. I ran my Hands along his back, massaging him firmly, let my dick go freestyle as it searched for his hole on its own. College boy groaned when the head pressed against his waiting hole. I pressed more firmly, and felt the natural resistance of a young hole that was still learning to open itself up. I started a regular rhythm of pressure, letting the subtle thrusts entice his hole to open. “It’s a thick dick. Take another hit of the poppers,” I told him. He did, raising up onto all fours after he did, and working his ass back and forth against my cock. Then the head of my cock popped into his hold, the sphincter opening just enough to allow access. He whimpered and then moaned loudly as he let it slide in deeper. I held it inside him silently, massaging his back gently, caressing his ass cheeks. Then he started rocking back and forth on my cock, very slowly at first, but gradually getting more adventurous. His hole was firmly gripped around my cock, and it felt amazingly warm and smooth inside. It was easy to glide in and out as he fucked himself. I started moving my hips in rhythm with his ass, letting my cock stretch his hole a bit wider, and introducing new angles. College boy turned to butter and sank his chest to the ground again. He was ready. I held his hips and began thrusting harder. College boy moaned none stop, gasping occasionally and asking to get fucked longer. My pelvis was smacking hard against his lean ass. I slowed a few times as I shifted my own position, and enjoyed watching my slick dick gliding in and out of that fresh hole. Finally I pulled out, stood up, and told him to stand. I stretched my legs as he rose (he was a bit shaky), then pushed him onto his back on the bed. His legs went right into the air and I dove back into his hole. His slender dick was standing straight up, and I reached for it. “Don’t!” He gasped. “I’ll shoot! I want more! It feels amazing!!” I started fucking him hard, my balls slapping his ass as I went for longer strokes. I was sweating, and I could see the sheen on his own body. College boy grabbed his own ankles and held his legs wide, grunting with each deep thrust. “Oh! Fuck! Yeah!” He looked up at me, his eyes glazed in cocklust. He had totally surrendered to me. It was time to finish on the high note. I pressed one hand against his lightly fuzzed chest for balance, and grabbed his dick in my other, He gasped and locked eyes with me. He knew what was about to happen. I wasn’t asking permission or what he wanted. This would be wordless and primal. I fucked harder, feeling the release build in me. I massaged his dick, rather than jerking it. He kept staring at me, his filled with desire and suddenly a hint of fear. I unleashed inside him, driving my load deep and growling with each desperate thrust. College boy threw his head back and exploded, his cum splattering his own face and shoulders. He shuddered again and again as the orgasm pulsed through his lean body. I stood there panting, his body displayed in front of me, my dick still inside his cum-filled hole. I was fucking turned on still — I had just bred his hot little college boy. After a few moments we moved apart. He was once again reserved and timid. He showered quietly and quickly. I heard voices in the living room, and knew Shane had returned — but not alone. I stepped into the shower. “How are you doing?” College boy said he was fine. I figured he hadn’t been bred before, or at least very rarely. Which turned me on even more. My dick was getting hard again. We dressed and headed into the living room. College boy needed to meet his family for dinner in Disney Springs. My partner was sitting on the couch with a cute guy sharing wine. We exchanged hellos, and I said I was going to walk college boy out. He and walked back to the bus stop, hugged quickly, and said goodbye. I would hear from him later via Grindr. I was right that he had only been bred a couple times by his ex-boyfriend. He’d admit to jerking off the rest of the week thinking about our encounter and taking a load in his ass. I would do the same, and was feeling a thrill each time I thought about that reserved college boy walking with his family that night through Disney, my load inside him. I wandered back to the condo to see what Shane and his guy were up to. I’ll share that experience in my next thread.... If you enjoyed this one, let me know by clicked the blue heart below.

Hi, I'm thinking of maybe traveling to Berlin for the first time sometime in either the second half of 2018, or maybe in sometime 2019. I was wondering when would be the best/busiest/piggiest time to go? Folsom Europe? Snax (date)? Berlin Pride (summer)? Another event/date? I'm attending Folsom in San Francisco this year (end of Sep 2018), and I did both Folsom (Sep 2017) and Dore Alley (Jul 2017) in San Francisco last year, as well as various events in Canada/US in the past few years. As of now, I'm browsing accommodation and flights (from Toronto) online until I potentially decide. Your help is appreciated. Thanks,

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Had a Raw group sess few weekends ago taking loads and got my pierced cock up some hungry breedable arses. Woke up other day with a dripping cock burnt as hell and now need a few holes to breed it into before I get treated.

“You’re whizzing in me” damn!,

About 80% of my tops have been bears, and I can vouch for the entire community. Lol. Bear cock is the best, as are their holes.

I've never seen a condom at Trades.

Sunday I found a guy that loves to be sucked. We have played several times before. He has a rather small cock, but always feeds me huge loads. Just as I started to taste his precum, he said he wanted to breed me. This was a first. He rolled me over on my side and ponded away for a good 10 minutes before he shot a nice load in me. As all good bottoms do, I cleaned his cock, and he fingered my hole just enough to coat his fingers in seed, which he fed me. It wasn't long before he was up for round 2. I expected it down my throat this time, but once again, he rolled me over and went to town on my ass.

Went to my usual sauna yesterday. Fairly busy, but not many interested in barebacking. However, I found out whilst I was there that quality was better than quantity that day. Eventually I found a hole to top and I was able to enter him bare. He had a great cock too and when I strated tiring of a pronlonged fuck, I encouraged him top swap with me. He did so reluctantly, complaining he wasn't good at it. This was true for two reasons, first to my surprise he used a condom and secondly it didn't take him long before his tumescence failed. Most unsatisfactory! Shortly afterwards another guy came in and having sucked me to full erection, lowered himself on top of me, whilst he himself wanked off.Every time I was building towards a climax, he would stop riding me vigourously and in the end I failed to come inside him, whilst he got what he wanted by jerking off whilst being fucked by me. It was only then that I encountered two men, who were both as committed to barebacking as I am. A slim Danish guy came into the darkroom and presented himself for a good fucking. I happily obliged. He too sported a decent cock and having fucked him for some time encouraged him to consider swapping over. At the time he didn't take me up on the offer and a short while later I had to take a short break to stretch my legs and get some water. I returned to find someone else in need of a good shafting. He didn't last too long before I'd finished with him. I then mounted the bench myself in the hopes of getting serviced. The guy whom I had previously been fucking before my short break, energetically took on the job of fucking my arse. He vigourously rammed his cock inside me and built up a good pace. He pulled out after a bit in a manner that made me beliieve he'd come inside me, but I couldn't otherwise feel it. I happily resumed my position of fucking his arse after that. Whilst another guy of a similar age to me, came over to check us out and me in particular. He felt around my cock to see if I were barebacking him and felt my engorged member as I thrust in and out. I reciprocated by feeling up his growing cock, which was most satisfactory. I hoped he might use it on me as I was fucking the other guy. Instead he said that he'd complemented my stiff dick and stated he wouuld like my cock up him too. I, in turn, told him, I was equally impressed with his member and would love him to reciprocate. He seemed happy to agree and suggested we immediately go into a cubicle together. Even though I felt bad about abandoning the guy I was fucking, my lust prompted me to join him in the cubicle. We abandoned ourselves to each other sucking and fucking each other for some time before joint exhaustion forced us to take a break. After showering and refreshing, I returned to the darkroom, the other guy was still there and hadn't given up on me despite me abandoning him earlier. He took the cue from the other guy and suggested we retire to a cubicle. I then returned to fucking him from behind, whilst he too wanked his cock. I noticed how much he was enjoying this fuck and sounded like he might come and I suggested if he was close to coming he might want to swap round and enter me. He retorted that he'd already come in me once, which confirmed my earlier suspicions. I was then determined to return the favour. I got a really good rythym going and then felt my cock spasm as the first of my cum shot inside him. It continued to flow out for some time flooding his innards. I managed to give as good as I'd got!

I love bears and I love thick cocks. So, it's a win/win for me! Any bears out there with not so thick cocks can cum in me too (as can non-bears). Basically, it you have a hard cock (or toys), cum fuck me! <oink>

Had a group Raw chem sess last weekend and having had at least 8 different guys fuck me and had my pierced cock inside 4 of em woke this morning with my cock dripping with gonorrhoea. Have to find some takers before I get it checked out

IDK, I'm on the fence with this one. I've been fucked by all manner of Tops. Some were lack luster (size, stamina, and/or style). Some were very sensual, taking their time, making the enjoyment last for hours, sometimes days. Some were power tops, aggressive, Alpha-male dom, challenging me as to who could outlast the other. A few were very over the top, literally trying to break me in half amd hurt me. And yes, I have even been sexually assaulted before, too. It is one thing to be uber-dom, to aggressively take a bottom's hole and mouth for your gratification. It's a whole other thing to fuck someone with such force and impunity that it causes damage. I once was taken very hard by a Top at Entourage in Vegas. I was in the dark room and I felt him pin me to the wall. I heard him spit and he roughly inserted three fingers in to me up to his knuckles. He then placed his dick at the entrance of my hole and drove it into me. It felt like I got hit by a bus. Dude was thick, as in beer can thick. I felt my hole tear and blood trickle down my inner thighs. I screamed for him to stop but it fueled him to fuck me harder. He put me in a choke hold to keep me from squirming and fighting back. I was just a hole for him to assault. After several minutes, he unloaded his balls deep in my guts, withdrew, spanked my ass hard, and disappeared into the darkness. I packed up and left. I was met with stares by other patrons as they saw the blood dripping from my ass. It was so bad, I went to the ER. The nurse asked me if I was assaulted. The trauma was pretty evident. I said no, that it was just a sexual encounter that was a bit too rough. I don't think she believed me. Truthfully, I don't think it would be right to accuse him of rape, yet it felt like it in everyway. On the other hand, I've had very Dom, Power Alpha Tops, who were just as hung if not bigger, that didn't try to kill me yet were still very forceful. They knew the difference between aggressive versus abusive. They knew to finger blast my hole with lots of lube first. They knew that they could push their dicks in me with slow and continual pressure, which causes pain with out injury, and they knew when to stop where the second ring gives too much resistance. There is a fine line between turning pain into pleasure and taking pleasure in someone's pain.

Did a long weekend in Disney Orlando this month with my partner and some friends. Had a nice sized two-bedroom in Saratoga Springs resort we shared among 5 of us for a semi-annual reunion. This was our final evening / night of the trip, when just Shane and I were left (our friends departed earlier that day) because of a cancelled flight. This was the start of what turned out to be an exciting night....... I had gone to meet another friend who lives in Tampa, while Shane did an afternoon at the spa. I was back at the resort chatting on the apps with a few guys. Most were cast members (there are always a handful looking to play, but they work odd shifts or often are only available late after the parks close). A 22 year old guest staying nearby was sounding more serious, so I invested more attention in his chat. He was traveling with his family for the week, couldn’t host (as most of the guys on the apps around Disney cannot), and was horny. He was 5’10”, very lean, brick red hair that was short and very curly, and a cute face. Not usually who I would pursue (I like a guy with a solid build), but he seemed nice, real, and was available now. I met him near the bus stop and walked over. He was here with his family — his parents and two younger siblings, as well as a grandparent, aunt, and 2 younger cousins. They were in the water park (kinda surprising since its been unseasonably cold this week), and he hung out at their resort instead. Grinding on Grindr, of course (haha). We chatted about his college — he was a senior in psychology, planning to do grad school next year. He was a bit shy, which I found endearing. Very grounded. Far from being a typical self-focused or entitled twink, this guy was articulate, seemed to have some culture under his belt, and was humble. He was quiet and reserved, but friendly. It was a nice walk back to the condo, and was more intrigued to see where this would go. I wasn’t convinced he would totally follow through, but he’d come this far. I hadn’t heard back from Shane, yet, so was thinking this would be a one-on-one. In the condo, college boy and I had a glass of wine (he was looking a bit timid), and I casually placed my hand on him a few times as we moved around — his back, then waist, and finally leg while sitting on the couch. After a bit he returned the touch. I leaned in to kiss him, and warmed up to a slow, intimate series of kisses on the couch. I casually rubbed his chest and legs, and he reached down for my cock. It was time to move to the bedroom. I ushered him into our friends’ vacant room, went to mine to grab lube and poppers, and returned. He asked if I was on PrEP, and I confirmed it (we’d discussed it in our app chat, and its in my profile, but he needed to hear it again). He said he doesn’t usually bareback, and I told him I had condoms if he wanted. At that point, he dropped to his knees, pulled out my dick, and started sucking. College boy had a nice mouth and technique, sliding up and down my cock with his tongue, never loosing suction. He was a voracious cocksucker. I pulled his mouth off my cock, and slapped it against his face; he immediately put his tongue out for more. I was more turned on, and slowly fed it to him, pulling back to tease him, and build his need for it. I reached down and pulled his shirt off, then started to fuck his face, holding the back of his head, and his ears at one point. I thought about shooting in his mouth, but I wanted more of this college boy. I told him to strip; he wrestled out of his jeans and underwear while still kneeling. I reached down to his smooth ass while he went down on my cock again. I rubbed my finger against his dry hole, massaging rather than penetrating, starting to stimulate the nerves and relax his muscle. He moaned quietly, and actually stopped sucking my cock and pushed his head into my abs. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered. I wet my fingers and slowly started to probe him, tenderly, feeling his muscle contract and then ease open as he fell under the spell. He was still kneeling on the floor, and I got down on one knee alongside him, one hand caressing his back and the other now better positioned to play with his ass. He slid into position on all fours, and I drizzled lube on my fingers, probing a bit deeper to work the lube all the way in. ”Can I have some poppers?” he asked quietly. I handed him the amber bottle, and he took two long drags off of it. He settled his chest against the carpet, spread his knees wider to better display his ass in the air, and started to moan louder as the magic took hold. College boy was surrendering to the allure of offering himself to a stranger. My cock was rock hard, and I jerked it a few times to cover it in lube before returning my fingers to his hole. It was definitely time for more. I stood up, then squatted behind his ass, letting my cock slid up and down along that inviting divide between his ass checks. “Oh fuck yeah” he breathed, slowly grinding his ass against my cock. I ran my Hands along his back, massaging him firmly, let my dick go freestyle as it searched for his hole on its own. College boy groaned when the head pressed against his waiting hole. I pressed more firmly, and felt the natural resistance of a young hole that was still learning to open itself up. I started a regular rhythm of pressure, letting the subtle thrusts entice his hole to open. “It’s a thick dick. Take another hit of the poppers,” I told him. He did, raising up onto all fours after he did, and working his ass back and forth against my cock. Then the head of my cock popped into his hold, the sphincter opening just enough to allow access. He whimpered and then moaned loudly as he let it slide in deeper. I held it inside him silently, massaging his back gently, caressing his ass cheeks. Then he started rocking back and forth on my cock, very slowly at first, but gradually getting more adventurous. His hole was firmly gripped around my cock, and it felt amazingly warm and smooth inside. It was easy to glide in and out as he fucked himself. I started moving my hips in rhythm with his ass, letting my cock stretch his hole a bit wider, and introducing new angles. College boy turned to butter and sank his chest to the ground again. He was ready. I held his hips and began thrusting harder. College boy moaned none stop, gasping occasionally and asking to get fucked longer. My pelvis was smacking hard against his lean ass. I slowed a few times as I shifted my own position, and enjoyed watching my slick dick gliding in and out of that fresh hole. Finally I pulled out, stood up, and told him to stand. I stretched my legs as he rose (he was a bit shaky), then pushed him onto his back on the bed. His legs went right into the air and I dove back into his hole. His slender dick was standing straight up, and I reached for it. “Don’t!” He gasped. “I’ll shoot! I want more! It feels amazing!!” I started fucking him hard, my balls slapping his ass as I went for longer strokes. I was sweating, and I could see the sheen on his own body. College boy grabbed his own ankles and held his legs wide, grunting with each deep thrust. “Oh! Fuck! Yeah!” He looked up at me, his eyes glazed in cocklust. He had totally surrendered to me. It was time to finish on the high note. I pressed one hand against his lightly fuzzed chest for balance, and grabbed his dick in my other, He gasped and locked eyes with me. He knew what was about to happen. I wasn’t asking permission or what he wanted. This would be wordless and primal. I fucked harder, feeling the release build in me. I massaged his dick, rather than jerking it. He kept staring at me, his filled with desire and suddenly a hint of fear. I unleashed inside him, driving my load deep and growling with each desperate thrust. College boy threw his head back and exploded, his cum splattering his own face and shoulders. He shuddered again and again as the orgasm pulsed through his lean body. I stood there panting, his body displayed in front of me, my dick still inside his cum-filled hole. I was fucking turned on still — I had just bred his hot little college boy. After a few moments we moved apart. He was once again reserved and timid. He showered quietly and quickly. I heard voices in the living room, and knew Shane had returned — but not alone. I stepped into the shower. “How are you doing?” College boy said he was fine. I figured he hadn’t been bred before, or at least very rarely. Which turned me on even more. My dick was getting hard again. We dressed and headed into the living room. College boy needed to meet his family for dinner in Disney Springs. My partner was sitting on the couch with a cute guy sharing wine. We exchanged hellos, and I said I was going to walk college boy out. He and walked back to the bus stop, hugged quickly, and said goodbye. I would hear from him later via Grindr. I was right that he had only been bred a couple times by his ex-boyfriend. He’d admit to jerking off the rest of the week thinking about our encounter and taking a load in his ass. I would do the same, and was feeling a thrill each time I thought about that reserved college boy walking with his family that night through Disney, my load inside him. I wandered back to the condo to see what Shane and his guy were up to. I’ll share that experience in my next thread.... If you enjoyed this one, let me know by clicked the blue heart below.

Part 16 I was laying on my stomach with this man kneeling between my legs. I felt him reach up and pull off my blindfold. “Fuck you don’t need that” he said. He quickly moved until he was laying on top of me, his big monster cock between my legs pumping in and out of the space between my thighs. He moved until I felt the forearm of the man on me baring down on my shoulder blades, across my back. He was stabbing his cock head at my wet hole, quickly jabbing it at my hole then pulling off. Over and over he did this. I was moaning as I felt the head just pop open my hole then quickly pop out. Without warning he rammed his thick cock deep into my hole. I screamed loudly not caring if my neighbors heard me or not. I closed my eyes and breathed in and out to make sure I didn’t pass out from the pain. “Take it fucker, take the pain” he said. He pulled his cock out until the head was pulling my hole outwards, then rammed it back in. I groaned this time from the pain that was shooting through my body. “Open up for my horse cock” he said. “Damn buddy take it easy on his hole, you will ruin it for everyone else” “Fuck if I am going to expose my monster cock to every disease under the sun, then I going to fuck him like the diseased whore that he is” He continued to pump his cock in and out as hard and as fast as he could. “Plus I’m no bigger than his boss” he said, “And I have had that up my hairy hole” I moaned as I was getting used to his cock drilling my hole. His weight was holding me down on the bed. His legs were holding my legs together, squeezing my ass shut around his thick cock. His balls were hitting my ass each time he slammed into me. “Fuck him good” the other man said, leaving just us in my bedroom “Heard you and the boss pozzed a neighbor recently” “Yeah” I grunted, “and some homeless Marine at a hotel” “Fuck yeah” He continued to pound my hole, driving in hard and deep. I grunted each time he slammed into me. Reaching back he grabbed one of my legs and we rolled over on our sides. He lifted my leg up and started to pump my hole again with his monster cock. I looked down at the mirror in the corner. I could see my hole stretched open around his thick cock, as it slid in and out. I shifted a bit more, which allowed him to slide into me deeper. His smooth nuts were laying across his legs, slowly moving as he pumped in and out. I heard the door to my apartment open and close again. Wondering if the man was just leaving but soon heard someone say: “That’s what I like to see, my whore being used” It was my boss. he was standing in front of the mirror, slowly removing his clothes. I was watching his crotch, waiting to see him expose that big cut monster dick. “Let’s rip this diseased fucker wide open tonight” my boss said. I watched as he opened his jeans and they dropped to the floor. His cock bounced out. It was almost fully hard. The monster dick in my ass continued to slide in and out, slowly now as if he was watching my boss strip too and enjoying the show. My boss moved on the bed and knelt next to my head. I instinctively opened my mouth and he slowly pushed it in, sliding it deep into my throat. He reached down and pinched one of my nipples hard, driving his fingernail into my flesh. He slowly started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. With each pump of his cock in I coated it was some thick spit, getting it ready for him to fuck my hole. Pretty soon it was shining with my spit. “Hold him tight” my boss said, pulling his cock from my mouth The man behind me wrapped his arms around my very quick, squeezing tight in a bear hug. I grabbed my leg and held it up the best I could, but soon it was resting on my boss’ shoulder. He had moved and straddled the leg that was on the mattress. He had gripped his cock at the base and was rubbing it around my hole and the cock that was in me. He grabbed a little brown bottle that was close by and handed it to me. “Huff until you are about to pass out” he said, “you’re going to need it” I twisted the cap and listened to the hiss. I shoved the bottle under my nose and inhaled. I repeated this over and over and my boss continued to rub his cock around my hole. I had lost count of how many times I huffed that bottle, but I knew I was flying. My heart beat was drumming in my ears and I could feel it pounding in my temples. Grabbing my hips, my boss lined his cock head up next to the wall of my hole, next to the shaft of the cock deep in me. The man squeezed tighter as my boss thrusted his cock into my hole. I groaned loudly, and screamed out NO! My boss didn’t stop. His cock head kept pushing against my hole, with more force as the seconds passed. Suddenly, the head popped in. I yelped louder than before, but my boss didn’t pull out. He just pushed the brown bottle back up to my nose. I inhaled deep over and over. With each huff, his cock slid in a bit more. My hole stretched more and more. I closed my eyes and tried to breath through the pain. “Take it out, I can’t do it” “You are and we are not stopping” my boss said. He pushed in more. “Fucker is tight now” the man behind me said. My boss pushed in more, his cock was about half way in. “Then we open him up more” my boss said. With out say a word more to each other, they slowly started to move their cocks in and out of my stretched hole. As one moved in the other one moved out. My hole started to adjust to having two monster cocks in me. I couldn’t help but moan as the sensations of these moving cocks swept through my body. “Bitch likes to be stretched open” my boss said. “Fuck your cock feels awesome sliding against mine” “Wait until we shoot our toxic cum up with all those diseases” “Fuck you should get his biohazard tat fucking soon” “Not until this bitch converts” My eyes were rolling up in the back of my head, the pleasure coming from being double fucked by these two monster cocks was over whelming. My boss was pushing my leg back further as he increased his pumping of his cock in and out of my hole. I could feel the man behind me loosen his bear hug around me. “Ride the brown bottle again whore” my boss said. I brought the bottle to my nose and inhaled deep, over and over. Grabbing my shoulders my boss held me firm as he pushed into me more. The pain was not as bad as before, but soon it turned into more pleasure. They both picked up speed. I was in hog heaven from their double dick fucking. My boss began to jack rabbit my hole, moving just a few inches in and out of my hole. The other man did the same. “Fuck I’m getting close” the man said. “Fuck buddy, I can feel your cock thickening, you’re gonna blow” The man behind me let out a loud grunt and then stopped moving. I could feel the cum pulsing out of his cock. “Oh fuck I can feel you shooting” my boos said. He then pushed in to me as far as he could and his cock erupted, shooting his toxic load in with the others. “Fuck man, that was hot” the man said. I squeezed my ass muscles over and over, teasing their cocks, trying to milk out the rest of their toxic loads. “I will be ready for round two in a few minutes, but I think we need to add someone to the party” My boss quickly pulled out of my ass, I could feel my hole gapping open even with the other man still in me. He slowly pulled out and sat on the side of the bed, as my boss put on his jeans. “What’s his apartment number” my boss asked. “4B” With that he was off, leaving me and the stranger staring at each other.

Went to paddles a couple of times last week. Each time I got fucked bareback by a different very hung black man. Last time I was riding him in the upstairs area and blew my load on his chest. He made me keep riding him for a a few minutes afterwards. Later that night saw him and the guy that fucked me last time each raw fucking other bottoms and jerked off watching the two guys that made me cum this past week. Was awesome.

Guys always comment on the thickness of my cock. I love to plow raw ass, with or without my P.A. in. I love hearing a guy confess all his most fucked-up fantasies to me while I smoke a cigar and plow his ass.

First let me just say I LOVE the baths! I think my record is somewhere between 16 and 20, and that was a 6 hour window. I love having an audience while I take load after load. Turns me on beyond belief. Just a couple of weeks ago at Midtowne in Denver I was in this little dark closet room. It’s set up so you just lay the top 1/2 of your body face down on the padded surface with your feet on the floor. There’s no door on the room so any and all that walk by in the dark hallway can see my hungry ass, cheeks spread, inviting their raw dick to plow my hole. Well, most every guy that walks by takes a poke...most stay and drop a load once they sample what I’ve been told is my exquisite ass! After I’d been there for probably 3 hours I suddenly felt a stranger taking a sample with what was easily the biggest dick I’d had all day. I instantly began to push my hungry hole back and started to grind on this beauty. I reached back to feel how he was stretching my hole. It was fucking HUGE! There was just enough light that I could make out a couple of his buddies in the doorway, they were all younger black studs working enormous members! I had not seen them earlier so I think they had all just arrived together. I could reach back along my left side and wave my hand around until someone put their dick in my hand. I could stroke the next giant dick rock hard as his buddy proceeded to relentlessly drill and seed me deep. Within just moments of dropping his load, first guy slaps my ass, pulls out and instantly his buddy slides over and packs me full again with his monster. This continued for a cycle where I continued to reach back and wrap my fingers around what was eventually 5 HUGE black cocks. I was in heaven. It took over an hour for the 5 BBC’s to flood my hole. I could barely stand up after they finished. As I stood up and began thinking about making my way back to my room, the cum was literally running down the inside of my legs. Probably 12-14 loads. Fuck yes! I can’t wait to go back!

Part 35 - Team Player Ric walked home and his head was whirling with thoughts. Shane wanted his poz cum. Jason wanted his poz cum. His dad seemed to want his poz cum. He knew from his own experience that this was only going to last a couple weeks before the three of them would be sick like he was and then they wouldn’t need him. His balls felt drained and he half-hoped that his dad wouldn’t come into his room and want to be fucked again like the last few nights, since he didn’t know if he would have anything to give him. When he was almost home he got a text message. The message was from Jason and he asked if they could meet again Saturday morning. Ric laughed and thought “I was hoping to fuck that ass before then.” Ric got home and his mom told him he had 30 minutes until dinner. He put his backpack in his room and typed out a message “tagged another guy. whats thad’s number? want to see him next week” and sent it off to Dave. He got an email and a text message a few minutes later and read Dave’s text message first and copied the number to his contact list. He then read Shane’s email which had about twenty pics of tattoos. None looked similar and he laughed, thinking “He has no clue what he wants but a biohazard would look really good on him.” Ric replied back to Shane “you gotta narrow it down. pick a style then a few similar designs and then decide what u like about each so he can draw it up.” Ric chuckled at the thought that he was sounding like an expert on how to pick a tattoo design, especially since Dave had decided what to do for him. Sure enough, Ric’s dad came into his room again after 1 AM and wanted to get fucked again. Ric did the best he could and while he did breed him, the load was pretty small. He did fuck him for a while and he liked hearing his dad moan as he thrust his cock in and out of him. He put the plug into his dad again and as his dad left the room he went back to sleep. The next day Ric was walked into the cafeteria and Shane walked up to him with one of the other guys on the swim team. “Ric, this is Marty. He’s on the team too” said Shane. The two said hi to each other and Shane then led them to a table away from everyone else. They sat down and Shane said to Ric “Marty wants some of your juice too.” Ric looked really shocked and was starting to wonder if everyone in school was going to know he was poz before too long. “Uh, I really don’t want everybody to know, Shane” Ric said with a tinge of anger in his voice. “It’s cool dude. He’s the only one I told and only because we’ve both been looking for it” Shane replied. Ric just shook his head. “I told him you were hung and a great fuck too” Shane added and Marty grinned. “Anyway….” Shane started “the reason I wanted to talk was I wanted to know if you could come over tonight to my house. My parents are going to be out all night and I thought we could get together for a little group fun.” “Just us three?” asked Ric. “No, it would be the five of us on the swim team, a guy on the wrestling team and a flamer we fuck a lot. You can fuck whoever you want and breed whoever you want, but you just can’t say anything to anyone else about the party. Ever. You don’t even need to tell the guys at the party your’re… uh… your cum is special.” Ric was torn. He wanted to fuck Shane again and Marty was really sexy. The chance to fuck seven guys in one night sounded like a lot of fun. He wasn’t sure about fucking guys and not telling them, “stealthing” Dave called it, but it might make it easier since he didn’t want everyone at school to know he was poz. But if he infected a bunch of people without them wanting to get pozzed, he could end up in real trouble. “Uh… I don’t know. It sounds like a lot of fun, but I don’t know if I’m ready for something like that. “Come on, Ric. It will be fun. Just a couple hours of wild sex. You can just fuck me, if you want. You’d have to fuck at least one guy there, since we don’t let guys just watch at our parties. You could even fuck with a condom on” Shane implored. “No, I don’t do condoms. Can I… uh… give you an answer later today. We can meet at the same spot after school” Ric asked. Ric thought about the party all afternoon. He couldn’t remember what happened in any of his classes. He was horny and the thought of being in his first sex party really made him want to go. But he wasn’t sure about breeding a guy with his poz cum without him knowing. It seemed hot when he read stories on the internet about it, but he didn’t want to get a bad reputation in school if the guy got pissed and found out it was him. He walked out of school at the end of the day and saw Shane and Marty standing next to the tree. He had a lump in his throat as he got near. “I’ll go, but I’m only gonna breed you two guys and prob not fuck anyone else. OK?” Ric said to them quietly. “Deal. Be at my house around 7 tonight” Shane said. Ric had never been nervous about having sex after he got over his fears with Dave. When his dad got the female hooker, he just wasn't interested. On his day with Dave, he went in not caring what happened and it turned out to be a great experience where he learned a lot and had fun. His fuck sessions with his dad were never about more than having fun and satisfying each other’s needs. When he had fucked Jason, he was just having fun with a friend. The others were just one off fucks where both needed to cum or get fucked. But walking over to Shane’s that evening he was more nervous than he had ever been in his life. He knocked on the door and Shane opened it dressed only in a speedo. Ric wore the outfit that Dave had bought him - the low cut jeans, a jockstrap and the muscle tee. He walked in and saw the swim team already there. One guy was already on his knees sucking two of his teammate’s cocks. Marty walked up and rubbed Ric’s bulge whispering “Fuck, you look so hot. I want this so bad.” Shane said “Marty, show Ric where he can put his clothes. I’ll wait for the other guys.” Marty took Ric to Shane’s room and he saw four piles of clothes on the bed. Marty didn’t wait for Ric to take his clothes off and started to kiss him deeply. RIc’s cock started to harden as soon as he felt Marty’s lips touch his. Marty and Ric had a couple things in common that Ric knew of - they both had latin blood and were constantly horny. Marty’s parents were mixed - his mom was Puerto Rican and his dad was white. His skin was lighter than Ric’s but not like the paleness of Shane’s. Like all swimmers, his body hair was shaved except for a patch of trimmed pubic hair. His body was lithe and muscular, his butt was firm and had a nice bubble to it and he stood 5 foot 8. He found out later that Marty had a thick, seven inch uncut cock that loved to fuck ass. The only adornment on his body was a pair of earrings. Marty started to undress Ric and spent half of the time running his hands over Ric’s body instead of pulling off clothing. Ric stood there in his jockstrap, his cock straining at the fabric of the pouch. Ric leaned towards Marty and pulled him close to him and slid his hand into the back of the speedo, running his finger into the crack and around Marty’s hole. Before he kissed him, Ric asked quietly “Ready to get pozzed?” Marty whimpered like a puppy wanting the bone in your hand. “Please breed me before Shane. I know you already gave him a load yesterday.” Ric kissed him and then pushed him towards the door. As they walked down the stairs, Jeremy from the wrestling team was walking in the front door. As soon as the door closed the doorbell rang again. Shane opened it and it was Alex. Alex was the femme boy that had been hitting on Ric for the past few weeks. Alex was wearing his usual form fitting jeans and a tight t-shirt. He had lipstick and eyeliner on and pranced when he walked. Ric wasn’t into effeminate guys, but Alex was really a nice guy who would help anyone and Ric considered him a friend. Ric had also heard that he was an amazing cocksucker, but he hadn’t had a chance to experience that yet. Alex and Jeremy went up to Shane’s room and came back almost undressed - Jeremy in a jockstrap like Ric’s and Alex in some pink lace panties. “OK, guys. Let’s head downstairs and get this rolling” Shane said. Everyone went down into the basement which had a large wrestling mat on part of it. In another part there were a couple couches facing each other and a table in between. A table on the side had a tub with a bunch of beer bottles and some water and pop bottles in ice. Over near the wrestling mat, were some towels, several bottles of lube and two small brown bottles. Ric watched Shane grab one of the brown bottles and sniff into one nostril then the other. Marty then did the same before coming over to Ric and holding the bottle up to his nose. Ric took his first hit of poppers and liked the feeling as the rush filtered through his body. Ric was enjoying the rush and didn’t notice Marty go down on his knees and pull his cock from the jockstrap’s pouch. Marty began sucking and Ric’s cock kept growing. Marty didn’t know whether to be happy or scared as the cock got to its full length and girth. Now he knew why Shane had raved about Ric’s cock. Ric looked around and everyone seemed to have paired up with someone and were in some form of foreplay - sucking, kissing, or rimming. Marty’s mouth felt really good on his cock and he felt the precum start to flow. The more he looked around the less confident he was about only fucking Shane and Marty. He wanted to get his cock in every one of them and with the way his cock was dripping right now, he would be soaking all of them with his toxic cum or precum. Ric pulled his cock from Marty’s mouth and turned him around and started rimming his ass. He only spent a minute licking at the shaved, hairless ass since the stubble irritated his tongue. His pubes wouldn’t care and they were going to be the next thing against the firm ass cheeks. Ric ran the tip of his cock around the tight ring and knew Marty wasn’t really ready for his cock, but he pushed in anyway. The yelp from Marty caused everyone to look at them as Ric slowly filled the neg swimmer’s tunnel. Ric grabbed Marty by the shoulders and shoved the remaining two inches into Marty’s writhing body. Marty felt like he was being split in two and his instincts made his body try to escape, but Ric held firm. When Marty stopped squirming, Ric started to work his cock in and out. Each time he thrust in, Ric felt his cock squeeze through Marty’s inner ring and he would whimper. The noises from Marty were turning the other guys on and they knew that Ric must have a sizable cock if he made Marty yell out. Ric’s pace increased and as Marty started getting used to the thickness and length, the yelps turned to moans and Marty started to fuck himself on Ric’s cock. Ric pulled out and rammed his cock back into the stretched out pussy and Marty yelled out “FUCK!” which caused Ric to grin. He didn’t really like hurting people, but he knew the rougher he fucked the better chance that Marty would get knocked up. Marty had been fucked hundreds of times and hadn’t had a problem taking any cocks before, but he wasn’t sure how much more pounding he could take from Ric. It had gone from pain as Ric stretched him out to pleasure and now back to pain. He started begging Ric to breed him. He wanted the load anyway, but now he just wanted the pounding to end too. He heard Ric start to grunt and his thrusts got erratic. Marty tried to clamp down on Ric’s cock and get him to shoot, but his ass muscles just couldn’t do it. Rick slammed in hard and his cock started shooting cum deep inside Marty’s gut. Marty could feel the cock pulse inside him and knew he was taking his first toxic load of cum. The adrenaline was pumping through his body knowing there was no turning back now. He had fantasized about this moment for a long time. Ric looked up and everyone was watching him as his balls emptied their special sauce into the jock’s destroyed cunt. He wondered if anyone besides Shane knew he had just pozzed Marty. Ric slowly pulled his semi-hard shaft out of Marty, noticing the streaks of red on it and watched Marty fall forward and collapse on the mat. A huge puddle of cum was on the mat between Marty’s legs and he just lay there breathing heavily. Ric sat down on the mat next to Marty and slowly recovered. He looked around and Jeremy was fucking Shane, two of the other swim team members were fucking and the other swimmer was deep inside Alex’s pussy. Jeremy was the next to unload and Ric looked over as the cock pulled out of Shane’s gaping ass. Ric grinned, thinking that Jeremy must have a thick cock to open up Shane’s hole like that. Marty got up but his ass was too sore to sit so he stood up and went over to watch Alex get fucked. Ric moved over and pushed his face into Shane’s ass and sucked some of Jeremy’s cum out. Shane pushed his butt back trying to get Ric’s tongue into him deeper. He wasn’t sure at first who had come up behind him, but knew it was Ric when he felt the beard against his ass cheeks. Ric was worried he wouldn’t be able to dump a load into Shane since it had been so soon after breeding Marty, but he wanted to get back inside Shane and feel his cum soaked hole. His cock was hard again and he stuffed two fingers into Shane’s pussy and curled them as he twisted around. He heard Shane wince as his fingernails dug into the soft tissue inside. He pulled them out and sucked them clean before crouching behind Shane and sliding his cock into the warm, moist tunnel. Ric loved the feeling of all the cum Jeremy left inside Shane’s ass. The natural lube helped his cock slide easily into Shane’s hole and it made him feel like he was fucking a real slut. He saw Marty watching Shane take his cock and laughed to himself thinking that Marty was hoping that Shane would struggle to take it like he had. He kept pounding away at Shane’s hole, knowing it took himself a while to cum the second time. He felt his balls tingle and wanted to fuck Shane longer. He pulled out and stuck his tongue back into the open hole, curling it around before he then leaned back up and jammed his cock back in. Shane grunted when he felt the shaft stab into his cunt. Ric’s thrusts got harder and faster and he had to hold on to Shane to prevent him from crawling away. Shane squirmed when Ric’s cock poked deep and Ric could tell he was trying not to scream out. If Shane was so keen to get pozzed, Ric wasn’t going to go easy on him and only fill him with charged seed when his hole was truly battered. Ric leaned forward and wrapped his arm around Shane’s neck and rolled his hips with firm strokes. The angle was forcing his cock right into Shane’s prostate and which made his body start to flinch. He tightened the grip around Shanes neck and drilled in ruthlessly. Ric whispered into his ear “Ready for your second charged load?” as he slammed in hard and let his cock pump it’s toxic cream into the young stud’s ass. Several spurts filled Shane, mixing with Jeremy’s juice from earlier. Ric kissed the back of his neck as he released him and fell down on the mat. Shane crawled over, unable to speak but horny enough to start licking Ric’s cock clean. Ric laid there a while after Shane finished and closed his eyes. Soon he felt a tongue on his partially soft cock and felt it twitch. A hand wrapped around it and then he felt lips around the covered head. His cock got harder the more the guy sucked him and he opened his eyes to see Alex devouring his cock. The rumors were true - Alex was a great cocksucker. He licked and sucked, exploring every part of Ric’s cock and balls. Looking back, Jeremy was fucking Alex while Alex was sucking his cock. When Jeremy would slam into Alex’s ass, Ric’s cock would ram into Alex’s throat with no gagging at all. He loved the feeling of Alex’s throat tightly wrapped around the head of his cock and it was dripping precum into his throat. Jeremy quickly pounded Alex’s cunt and then pushed in deep, laying on top of Alex’s back as his seed flooded the well fucked hole. Alex looked up at Ric smiling and when Jeremy pulled out he crawled forward over his hips and guided Ric’s cock into the cum filled cave. With two loads inside Alex’s experienced hole, Ric’s cock slid in all the way with one slow movement. Ric looked at Alex with surprise trying to avoid showing the panic he felt inside. He had only wanted to fuck Shane and Marty, since they were the ones he knew were looking for his special brew of cum. He could easily overpower Alex and throw him off, but his cock felt so good inside him. Alex began to ride Ric’s cock and as everyone looked on, it was obvious that Alex was having no problem taking Ric’s large shaft. Alex bounced up and down, milking Ric’s cock until he knew he wasn’t going to be able to prevent shooting his poisonous seed up into his cunt. Alex looked at Ric’s face and said gently “I want it, I want it bad. Mark me with your cum.” Ric started to buck his hips up and then held Alex tightly to him as his cock once again twitched, throbbed and spurted his infectious cum into another victim. Alex leaned forward and kissed him deeply while holding Ric’s cock in his hole. When his softening cock fell out of Alex’s hole, Alex crawled over to a gym bag on the edge of the mat and pulled out a butt plug. He inserted it into his loose, cum filled pussy and sat down on one of the chairs and wiggled his butt. Ric got up and grabbed a beer from the bin and guzzled half of it down, trying to quench his thirst. He stood to the side watching Shane fuck one of the other swimmers, while another swimmer was fucking Jeremy. When the swimmer finished breeding Jeremy, Ric walked over and got on his knees and started to rim Jeremy’s freshly bred hole. Ric heard some snickering but kept probing and sucking on Jeremy’s lightly furred ass. Ric felt a wet finger push into his ass and instinctively spread his legs. He heard a few more snickers and then felt a cock head at his hole. One of the other swimmers, Ethan, was teasing his hole. Ric relaxed his hole and thrust his body back, impaling himself on Ethan’s cock. Ethan wasn’t really hung, but his 6 inch cut cock filled out the pouch of his speedo nicely - he was a shower, not a grower. Ethan gasped since he wasn’t planning on really fucking Ric, but with his cock inside he wasn’t going to stop. He was so turned on that after only a few minutes of fucking Ric’s ass he pumped his only load of the night into Ric’s neglected ass. Ric got up, cum dripping down his leg and noticed another swimmer, Zac looking at him and stroking his cock. Ric went over and said “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met.” “Hi Ric, I’m Zac.” “I noticed your ass is as nice as your cock” Ric said, thinking “how the fuck did I come up with a line that lame?” Zac was the shortest of the guys on the swim team, just 5 foot 4 and was blond haired and blue eyed. He was naturally pretty smooth, but he kept all of his body hair shaved. It made him look even younger than his barely 18 years of age. Everyone was looking at them and waiting to see what happened. “I’d like to think so, but I’m not sure I could handle a cock that big as much as I want to try.” Zac said. “I’ll go gentle” Ric said with a smile. “I know you guys like to fuck bare, but I only fuck covered” Zac said. “Ah, ok. I don’t use them and I don’t think there are any here that are big enough for my cock. Maybe another time” Ric said politely and moved over to where everyone else was standing. They chatted a bit and then Zac came running back down the stairs into the basement and came up to Ric and asked “I have these. Will any work?” Ric looked over the three condoms packets, never having had one in his hand before. One of them had the word “Large” on it so he smiled back at Zac and said “We can give this a try but I don’t know. I’ll stop if its too uncomfortable” Ric figured that he would have to start using condoms in order to fuck guys that he didn’t want to infect and he might as well try it now, since Zac seemed so eager. Zac had always been the one that would stand and watch while stroking his cock when the group got together. He usually only fucked or got fucked once and he was done and always safe. Everyone in the room had their eyes on Ric and Zac as they moved over towards the couch and Ric directed him to lean over it. Ric opened the condom package and Shane showed him how to roll it on. It felt kind of tight to Ric, but since this was his first time wearing one he didn’t know what to expect. He coated the condom with lube and then lubed Zac’s hole, dripping some of the lube on his pucker and working it in with his finger. Zac gasped when he felt Ric’s finger enter his hole and tried to relax but he was nervous. It had been over a month since he had been fucked last and he had never had a cock in him as big as Ric’s was. Ric tried to soothe Zac as he tried to loosen up his hole with his finger. He finally was able to get a second finger inside and it seemed that Zac was getting used to the finger invasion. Ric knew he would have to get three fingers in if his cock had any hope of penetrating the hairless swimmer in front of him. A crowd had gathered around and all of the guys were stroking their cocks wanting to see Zac take Ric’s large cock. Zac was moaning as Ric slowly twisted and turned his fingers inside his pussy. Ric thought “This is going to be so damn tight.” He started to stroke his cock with his other hand as he felt his cock start to soften. He hoped it was due to it taking so long to open Zac up and not the condom. Ric added a bit more lube to the condom and Zac’s hole and pressed the tip to Zac’s slightly loosened hole. He pressed in, feeling the tight ring stretch around the latex sheathed shaft. Shane and Jeremy coached Zac as Ric pushed in deeper. He stopped when he had gotten just inside the boy’s tight ass ring and let Zac get used to the size. “Please, fuck me” Zac said with a little pain in his voice and Ric didn’t want to disappoint him. He slowly started to rock in and out of Zac, getting his cock deeper each time. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to plant all of his cock inside, the condom wasn’t long enough and he figured Zac wouldn’t be able to take it. Ric got a good rhythm going, giving Zac just over half of his cock. He decided to try going a bit deeper and heard Zac start to whimper so he said “Ok, I won’t go that deep” and Zac replied “No, give it all to me. Just like you did to Shane and Marty and Alex.” The other guys grinned as he said it and started stroking their cocks harder. Ric started pushing deeper and got to the end of the condom on his shaft and stopped going in any further. He gave Zac long even strokes and while it felt OK, he knew it would feel so much better bare. Ric started to fuck harder and his balls started to signal their readiness to fire. He gave a hard jab into Zac and heard him yelp and squeeze his cock even tighter. He liked the feeling and did it again and got the same response from Zac. When he did it a third time, he felt something odd but was too engrossed in his impending orgasm. He gave one last thrust and felt his balls start to shoot their charged sperm into the condom. He held his cock inside as his cock pulsed over and over. It didn’t feel like he expected it to. He expected to feel his cum tight around his cock head as it filled up the condom, but it felt pretty similar to all the other times he came inside a guy. Maybe these condoms weren’t so bad. When he pulled his cock out of Zac though, he realized why. The condom was just shredded latex hanging off of his cock. He heard Shane gasp and Zac asked “What?” “Oh nothing” said Shane. “Nothing? The fucking condom broke and I just bred Zac!” yelled Ric.

Part 34 - Ric’s swimmer Ric was in the school locker room getting ready for gym class when Shane walked up. Shane was the captain of the swim team and was one of those jocks that got along with everyone. He wasn’t arrogant or cliquish and could fit in with jocks, nerds, stoners, artists or just the people who didn’t fit in. Ric knew who he was but they had never talked but they had acknowledged each other when they saw each other. “Hey, I like the tat. I never thought of you as someone that would get one” Shane said. “Yeah, I wanted one, and a friend helped me update how I looked several weeks ago” Ric said. Shane chuckled, “I hope you paid her back for all her help. She did a great job. You really look good. I almost didn’t recognize you. I bet you have all the girls chasing after you now.” Ric ignored the innuendo that it was a girl that helped him or that he did it to get laid with a girl. He quickly thought that Shane was trying to dig to see if Ric was straight or not. “Thanks, I’m happy with the way it turned out” Ric said. “I’d like to talk to you some time about the tat. I want to get one now that I’m over 18. I’m sure my parents and the coach are going to flip, but its my body. Can we meet after school tomorrow?” Shane asked. Ric was surprised, but said “Sure, what time?” “Lets meet in front of the school after classes let out and we can go to my house and talk” Shane said. The next day Ric walked out of the front of the school building and instead of heading towards his house he stood next to a tree by the main entrance, waiting for Shane to meet him. After waiting fifteen minutes, he decided he had gotten blown off. Just as he started walking towards home, Shane came running up. “Dude, I’m sorry I’m late. I was talking to the coach and I don’t have your number to let you know I’d be late. Ric bought the story, at least outwardly, and the two turned and walked towards Shane’s house. When they got inside, Shane immediately took his shirt and jeans off. He was standing there in his jockstrap and socks and Ric was both surprised and aroused. “Some idiot spilled their drink on me at lunch and I have to toss these in the wash” he explained. He watched Shane put them in the washer and start it up and then Shane said “My room is upstairs” and Ric followed him up. Once inside the bedroom, Ric dropped his backpack on the floor and looked around. There were a couple shelves with various sports trophies and a couple large posters - two with really hot swimmers leaping into a pool and one of a diver in a pose before a dive. “Have a seat on the bed” Shane said as he put his own backpack down next to the desk. Ric expected Shane to put some clothes back on and sit down in the desk chair, but instead he just sat down on the bed next to Ric. Ric hoped his hardening cock wouldn’t be too visible, but with Shane so close and almost naked, it was probably a losing battle. Ric figured that swimmers are used to being mostly naked a lot of the time, so it must be natural for him. “Oh, let me grab something to drink, I’ll be right back” Shane said and Ric watched Shane’s tight ass walk out the door. Soon he came back with two glasses and handed one to Ric. Shane hopped back on the bed and said “I have a ton of questions about your tattoo. It looks so hot. I like how guys look with ink on them. It makes them look tougher and sexier, I think.” “Yeah, I guess. I looked at it as marking the beginning of the next part of my life” Ric said and almost immediately regretted it. “What do you mean? We haven’t graduated yet and we can’t drink. We’re stuck at that age where we can get arrested as an adult but can’t have the same fun.” Shane said. Thinking quickly Ric said “Uh, I guess I look at turning eighteen as no longer being a kid and becoming a man.” “Oh, yeah. That makes sense. So how did you decide what it was going to be?” Shane asked. “I really didn’t have a good idea. I talked with the tattoo artist and he gave me some suggestions and sketched a few things out. It was really cool. I wish I could draw like that” Ric said. It was mostly true and he realized that he was going to have to think fast with some of his answers. “Cool. Yeah, I suck at drawing too. Was he cool about you not knowing exactly what you wanted?” “Yeah, he was. He even explained the meanings of some symbols that are used. One of the meanings for the stars I have is that I am following my own dreams. He warned me to avoid getting something just because it looked cool and go for something that had meaning to me since I would be stuck with it for the rest of my life. He joked about people he inked with their girlfriend’s name and when they broke up six months later they were back trying to get it covered up” Ric said, surprised that he made a straight anecdote. “Oh, yeah. I never would have thought of that.” said Shane as he adjusted himself in the jockstrap and Ric hoped that his cock would fall out of the pouch. “Do you know what you want?” Ric asked. He saw Shane blush and added “I mean what kind of tat you want.” “I kind of like the tribal designs. I want it big and cover my pec, shoulder and upper arm. What do you think something like that would cost?” asked Shane. “I don’t know. I got a deal because a friend of mine knows the tattoo guy and I did some work there to pay for some of it” Ric said, stretching the truth a bit. “If you find some pics on the internet of what you want, I can send them up and see if he’ll give you a ballpark price.” “Yeah, that would be cool. I have a bunch on my computer I can send you. Can I see yours again?” Shane asked. Ric smiled and felt his cock throb. “Sure” he said as he pulled his shirt off. Shane moved close to Ric and stared at the tattoo and then started rubbing it with his finger. Ric didn’t know where this was heading but having a hot, almost naked guy with a lean muscular body rubbing his chest was something he really enjoyed. Shane looked up at Ric and their heads were only inches away. “God that is so sexy, Ric” he said as he looked straight into Ric’s eyes. Shane moved forward and their lips touched and Shane started to kiss Ric. It wasn’t just a quick kiss, either. It went on for several seconds and then Shane put his hand on the back of Ric’s head and started kissing more passionately. Ric pushed his tongue to Shane’s lips and felt them part. His tongue met Shane’s and darted back and forth across his tongue. Ric pushed Shane on to his back and climbed on top of him. He pinned Shane to the bed and rubbed his bare chest against the swimmer’s shaved chest as they kept kissing. Shane was moaning and Ric felt Shane’s cock pop free of the jockstrap. He let go of Shane’s hands and they groped each other. Shane’s hands started unbuttoning Ric’s jeans and tugged them down. He reached in and grabbed Ric’s hard cock and stroked it. Shane stopped kissing Ric and said “Holy fuck thats big” and rolled Ric over. Shane moved down Ric’s body, kissing each star on his tattoo, nibbling on each of his nipples and then licking down his treasure trail to his cock. He looked up at Ric, grinning and then started licking and sucking Ric’s cock. Ric moaned and felt his body shudder as Shane tried to deep throat his cock. Ric quickly figured out that Shane was no stranger to sucking cock and he had flashbacks to Dave and then his dad sucking his cock. He thought Dave was the best but Shane was a close second. He felt his cock start to leak it’s toxic precum into Shane’s mouth and Ric knew he had a decision to make - stealth him or tell him. He put it off as long as possible and took advantage of Shane’s cocksucking skills. Shane looked up at him again, this time his eyes were pleading for Ric to fuck him. “Shane, I don’t have any condoms. I didn’t expect us to do anything like this” Ric said. “I know, but I find you too hot to resist. Fuck me bare. I need your cock inside me” pleaded Shane. “I can’t, Shane” “Why? I need it and can see you want it too. Please fuck me. I won’t tell anyone, I promise” begged Shane and Ric could sense the urgency in his voice. “I don’t want to hurt you and if I fuck you bare, I will” Ric said and Shane replied “I’ve taken cocks bigger than yours, I know you won’t hurt me.” Ric panicked. He didn’t want to tell Shane he was poz but there didn’t seem to be an alternative. “Shane, its not the size, its whats in my balls. I have HIV. If I fuck you, I will infect you.” “Fuck, the rumor I heard is true. Thats why you were out sick. Fuck! Now I really need you to fuck me. Please Ric, fuck me and give me your poz cum. I NEED IT!” Shane pleaded with Ric. That wasn’t the response Ric expected and he felt his cock swell even bigger. Ric went into total top mode, getting up and shoving Shane on his back, with his legs raised up. He pushed Shane back further on to his shoulders and started to rim his hairless hole. Ric thought Shane looked so hot with his cock poking out the top of his jockstrap and his muscled butt framed by the straps. His tongue dug into Shane’s hole and he got it slick. He wanted to get his cock deep inside Shane quickly before he had time to change his mind. He climbed up and rubbed his cock along the crack and saw the tip of his cock head peering out from the foreskin. He pulled the foreskin back and covered Shane’s hole with precum and then aimed his rock hard cock into the swimmer’s neg hole. He saw Shane winking his hole and timed his thrust to easily penetrate the starving pussy. He kept pushing his cock deeper, never stopping, until his full length was inside. He looked at Shane’s eyes and he saw lust combined with panic and uncertainty. He pulled back slowly until just the tip was inside and he then drove back in. “You like that poz cock inside you, Shane? Do you feel the toxic precum coat your guts trying to find a way to infect you? Do you want me to poz you up?” asked Ric. “Oh fuck yeah, it feels great inside me. Fuck me hard and make me yours. Knock me up!” begged Shane. Ric started slamming his cock into Shane’s greedy hole. Ric was sure that lots of other swimmers had fucked Shane and maybe their coaches too in the past few years. He was going to do his best to charge Shane up and then let him pass on his bug. He didn’t realize how hard he was fucking until he saw how high the two were bouncing on the bed. Shane was yelling “oh my god” over and over as Ric pummeled Shane’s hole. He pulled all the way out and shoved back in, briefly seeing Shane’s stretched out hole. He gave three fast, hard thrusts and then felt his balls shoot their toxic load into Shane’s cumhole. Ric stayed there, looking at Shane’s face as his cock throbbed inside his cunt. A large grin covered Shane’s face and he said “Fuck dude that was so fucking amazing. I’ve wanted to take a poz load for a while, but to get it from a hot guy like you made it even better.” Ric liked hearing Shane’s complement, but he wasn’t done yet. He wasn’t sure how many guys he would find that were willing to take his charged seed, so he was going to take full advantage of it. He pulled his cock out and pulled Shane to the edge of the bed, turning him over. With Shane bent over the edge of the bed, Ric took a look at his cute ass begging to be fucked again and some of his pearly white cum dripping down Shane’s leg. Ric forced three fingers into Shane’s still tight hole and twisted them around roughly, digging his fingernails into the walls of Shane’s cunt. Shane yelled out “Ow” and Ric leaned forward, pushing Shane’s face into the bed. “Be quiet, I’m just making it easier to charge that ass up. If you want poz cum in you, then you better be ready to be poz yourself.” He stabbed his fingers in a few more times and pulled them out, quickly shoving his cock back in. Shane moaned as he felt the hard shaft start to fuck him again. Ric fucked back into the cum filled hole. He knew Shane had a lot more experience with gay sex than him, but he tried to remember everything that Dave had done with him. He fucked hard and fast and then slow and deliberate. He would dig his cock in at different angles and listen to Shane groan. He started to pull out and ram back in. He looked down as he pulled out and saw a few red streaks on his cock and the frothy cum surrounding Shane’s hole had a pink tint to it. He had been working on round two for over thirty minutes and he could tell Shane was getting sore. “Oh fuck, I can’t take much more” Shane gasped as Ric changed back to hard strokes. Ric reached around with both hands and pinched Shane’s nipples and felt him squeeze his cock tight. He leaned closer as he pounded and whispered in Shane’s ear “I hope you’re not just a bottom and you’re going to share your seed with lots of guys once you’re poz.” “Oh god… yeah I am” Shane moaned and Ric felt his balls tingle. He tortured Shane’s nipples, squeezing and twisting them to get Shane to milk his cock. He twisted both at once and felt Shane clamp down hard on his cock as it was ramming in. Ric’s balls didn’t hold back any longer and he started shooting more poisonous cum into the jock’s wrecked hole. Ric held his cock inside Shane for a while and when his cock softened he pulled out, pushing as much cum back in as he could. Shane crawled up on the bed and rolled over. He motioned Ric to join him and the two made out for several minutes before Shane asked “Did you do it?” “You got two huge loads in you dude” Ric naively answered. “No, am I poz now?” Shane asked. “I don’t know. it took a few weeks before I got sick and that’s when my friend told me I was poz. I waited after I got better to get tested.” “Oh ok. I hope we can fuck more. You really know how to fuck. At first, I thought you might even be a virgin.” Shane said with a chuckle. “So, did you really want to know about the tats or was it just an excuse to fuck?” asked Ric. “I only wanted to find out about getting my tattoo. But you were so hot and you didn’t seem to mind me touching you, so I decided to see if you wanted to do more” explained Shane. “You said there were rumors that I was poz?” asked Ric. “More like gossip. A couple people started saying you were gay when you changed how you looked. Then when you got sick someone said that it was the flu that guys get when they get pozzed. I didn’t believe them since I know you don’t get pozzed right away from having sex with another guy or I would have been pozzed a hundred times over already.” Shane said, snickering. “Who?” asked Ric who was a little pissed off that people were talking about him behind his back. “I don’t know who it was, I just overheard it.” Shane said and then tried to change the conversation and asked “How much did it hurt to get your tattoo? Can you give me your phone or email so I can send you the pics to ask your tattoo guy how much?” “Sure. I’m going to go up there next week. I just need to find an excuse to use the car so my mom doesn’t suspect anything. It depends on where you get the tattoo. Some parts of your skin are more sensitive than others. Sometimes its just a weird sensation, sometimes it hurts a little and sometimes a lot” Ric said. “If you go one of the days I’m not training, I’d like to go with you. I can even drive” Shane said. “That might work out. Which days? Then you could see my next tattoo get done. It’s small but I think it will look really hot.” Ric said as he looked over and saw the time on the alarm clock and asked “Is that time right?” “Oh shit, yeah it is. I didn’t realize you fucked me that long. Uh, I have Tuesdays and Thursdays off from swim practice” Shane said. “Yeah, it takes me a while to shoot my second load. I wasn’t complaining, your ass felt so fuckin’ good. I gotta get home though” Ric said as he started to put his clothes back on. “And I gotta clean up cuz my parents will be home soon. Don’t leave just yet, I want to rinse off” said Shane as he ran next door to bathroom. A minute later he was back. “Dude, you still smell like my cum” Ric told him as he started to walk towards the front door. “See you at school tomorrow?” he asked as he turned back to look at Shane. Shane leaned in and kissed Ric. “Sure thing, stud. Thanks for this afternoon, I hope we can do it again… many times” said Shane as Ric headed home.

Part 33 - The Interview Joe was looking through the university website as a friend had mentioned the university was sponsoring a job fair at which many large companies would come to campus, taking resumes and offering interviews to students who seemed to be a good fit for the company's needs. Joe found the page and looked through it noticing several companies that were in California. He wanted to move out there to be near Mark and away from his parents so that he and Kyle could continue their relationship. He set an appointment on his phone’s calendar app and worked some more on his resume. The job fair was only a week away so he figured he needed to a few things to prepare - get his resume finished and some copies printed on nice paper and create an electronic version to send out, get some clothes to interview in, read up on some of the companies that he wanted to target, etc. He was torn about whether to leave the mohawk or get his hair cut into something more mainstream. Joe and Kyle were out shopping for interview clothing, laughing with each other as they tried on suits and realizing that they didn’t want to have to wear things like that every day. Mark had explained to them that many places were more casual, but it was still a good idea to dress up for the interview to show one was serious. Joe’s phone buzzed with a message and he read it while Kyle was trying on a few pairs of dress pants. “Hi. I saw your escort ad. I’m going to be in town for business and want to have some fun in my free time. I like the things you list that you are into. Are you available Tuesday night? I will have a hotel room alone. I’d like to book for at least 2 hours, maybe three. Not into quickies. Thanks.” Joe read the message over a few times. He really didn’t want to book an appointment for the night before the job fair, especially if it was going to be for a few hours. He wanted to look well rested not tired or hungover when talking to people at the fair, but two or three hours of escort time would be good money. He sent back a reply telling the guy that he would be available, but not very late - the session would have to end before midnight. He asked for what type of activities the guy wanted and emphasized that the fee was for his time, not for any sexual activities if they happened. It didn’t take long before Joe received a response: the client also wanted to end early as he had meetings all day Wednesday. Activities were open but no condoms would be required. The client was versatile and it would depend on their chemistry as to what happened after they met. He added that he was bi, 38 years old, a muscled gym rat, 5’10”, 180 pounds, shaved torso and hairy legs/ass, inked, several piercings with a seven and a half inch cock and he was sexually adventurous. He requested a few more pictures and Joe sent most of the ones that he had, omitting the full body back pic that showed the biohazard tattoo on his calf and the full front that showed the scorpion. There were parts of the scorpion showing in other frontal pics he sent, but nothing really obvious. Joe was surprised that with the detail that the guy gave he omitted HIV status, but didn’t care. He was prepared to see where it went and possibly show up and get turned away when he saw the tats. His concerns were unwarranted since he got a reply back that said “Very nice pics. Is that a scorpion tattoo?” "Yeah," Joe replied, holding his breath. The response took him a bit by surprise. “Fuck yeah. I’ll bottom then. I hope you have a lot of cum to share.” Like all escort meetings, he counted on one in four to cancel and this seemed to be one where the client would get cold feet or was just playing him. He set up a time anyway and they swapped contact numbers and he crossed his fingers. Friday night Joe, Kyle and Steven went over to the club. It had been a while since any of them had been there, since Jeff was unable to go since he was too young. Jeff needed time that weekend to work on a project for one of his classes, so Joe and Kyle were going to take advantage. The guys spent the evening dancing and talking with friends. Luis stopped by and dropped off a free round of beers and asked how they were doing. They joked around for a few minutes and then Luis asked “Did you hear about my roommate Juan?” “Yeah, I heard fourth time finally did the trick at the club party. I hope he enjoyed my loads,” Kyle said. “He’s a pretty greedy bottom for someone that claims to be a top” added Steven. Luis laughed “He was still feeling like shit from the flu and was looking for someone to breed, but every night since the party he’s taken a load from me. He got his test results yesterday and he’s officially in the club. I gotta get back to work. Have fun guys!” As Luis left Steven said “I’m gonna take a leak. Don’t drink my beer.” Steven entered the bathroom and spotted an open urinal and walked up to it. The guys on either side of him were stroking their cocks and he smiled, checking them out as he emptied his bladder. He shook the last few drops of piss out of his cock and zipped up thinking to himself 'Maybe a bit later'. Returning to his table, he finally got a taste of his beer, and just as he took the last swallow, Ryan walked up, still wearing part of his work uniform. “Can I take your order?” he joked and then gave Steven a deep, passionate kiss. They both got a beer and the group chatted and scoped out the guys in the club. Steven had caught one guy looking at him several times all night and whispered to Ryan “Are you interested in a random quick three way?” Ryan nodded with a sinister grin on his face. He discreetly pointed out a man he identified as Lee, who standing with friends at a nearby table. Lee was a little taller than Steven and shorter than Ryan. He was a few years older than they were and Steven knew he was a grad student since he had been a TA in one of his classes the previous semester. Lee looked like a midwestern farm boy - brown haired and brown eyed, an innocent look on his face that probably hid some darker desires. His body was nicely muscled and Steven could see parts of a tribal tattoo poking below both sleeves on his tee shirt. Steven got up and walked through the club and as he passed Lee’s table winked at him and headed to the bathroom. Steven stood in front a one of two neighboring urinals which were empty, pulled out his cock and began stroke himself. He was already hard in anticipation of fucking the cute guy. A few seconds later Lee had taken the bait and was standing next to him. Steven looked over at him and smiled before reaching over and rubbing his firm butt. Lee looked back at Steven and said “Ooooh yeah, fuck, man.” With a quick nod, Steven and Lee went over into the open space in the bathroom and Steven backed against a wall so he could see who walked in. Lee went down on his knees and began sucking Steven’s cock. His tongue explored and probed the shaft and balls, covering every part with spit. Only a couple minutes had passed and Ryan walked up and barked out “What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my boyfriend?” Lee stopped and turned around, the look of sheer panic in his face. Steven grabbed his head and turned it back towards him and said “Keep sucking.” Ryan slid his hand into Lee’s pants, fingering the tight hole and then reached down and unbuckled Lee’s belt and undid his jeans. Lee started to protest and Steven held his head. “Just keep sucking” he commanded. Ryan started to rim Lee’s ass, licking all around and then sucking on the pucker. Lee moaned around Steven’s cock and tried to spread his legs as far as he could with his jeans around his ankles. Ryan helped free one of Lee’s feet from the jeans while licking more aggressively. He forced some spit into the hole and then worked it in with his middle finger. He felt the hole yield quickly. Lee was clearly no stranger to taking cock up his ass. Ryan stood up and pressed his stiff cock into the slick hole. There was some initial resistance, but soon enough Ryan’s cock slid into Lee’s very willing hole. Ryan started drilling Lee’s ass, the warm, moist flesh feeling good against his bare cock. His thrusts got faster and his body kept bumping into Lee’s ass, which forced Steven’s cock into Lee’s throat. As Ryan and Steven spit roasted Lee, a crowd of men gathered, most of whom were openly stroking. Ryan loved seeing all of the hot, hard cocks. Steven withdrew his cock from Lee’s mouth and one of the guys quickly took his place, feeding Lee another cock. Ryan grabbed Lee’s hips and shoved in hard, his cum flowing freely into Lee’s unsuspecting guts. When the last spurts of charged cum shot into Lee, Ryan pulled his cock out and Steven quickly shoved in. Ryan was right behind Steven, shielding Steven’s branding on his ass cheek from the crowd and tweaking his nipples. Lee’s oral skills had gotten Steven close, so it only took a few minutes of pounding his hole before Steven rammed in deep and several shot ropes of his infected seed into Lee’s cunt. The crowd had been cheering them on, but with his balls empty Steven pulled out and stuffed his now semi-hard cock into his jeans. Ryan and Steven watched another guy mount Lee and push his bare cock into the toxic cream in Lee’s hole. They smiled at each other and went back to the table with Joe and Kyle, leaving Lee on the floor of the bathroom getting gang fucked. Monday night Kyle was pissed that Joe wasn’t interesting in fucking, but he knew that Joe took his escorting seriously and could use the cash. Joe got a message from his Tuesday client, confirming the time and place, which surprised him. 'Guess he will show after all', he thought. Kyle told Jeff to stop by so he could get some relief and Jeff promptly showed-up at the apartment. Joe rubbed his crotch as he heard Kyle and Jeff rut, but purposefully saved his cum for his Tuesday client, who seemed keen to experience. get. Joe texted the client asking f there was anything specific that he wanted to do, so he could be prepared. The client said “No, just you.” Tuesday evening Joe showered and got ready, making sure that he had plenty of supplies in his bag, gave Kyle a kiss and headed over to the nicest hotel in town. He dressed better than he did for many of his tricks, trying to fit in with the clientele of the hotel. He walked in and nodded to the person at the front desk who he had seen numerous times before, heading directly to his client's room, arriving two minutes before 8:00 PM. A knock on the door and Joe heard a voice from the room yell “Just a second.” Joe waited patiently. The door opened and there stood a guy who matched the description the client had sent him a week earlier, only now the client was wearing only a pair of form fitting trunks with a very nice bulge. He looked better than Joe had imagined. The trimmed scruff on his face with several piercings in each ear, a muscular chest with both nipples pierced with barbells, both upper arms had partial sleeves and his muscled, hairy legs also had several tattoos. A bright, friendly smile and sexy grey eyes looked him over as Joe checked the client out. “Hi, I’m Dave” Joe said, always feeling strange when he said his ‘escort name’. He took a second perusal of the guy, which apparently the guy was doing to Joe too. “Oh, I’m sorry. Come on in Dave, I’m Greg.” Joe walked in and the door closed behind him. Greg set the deadbolt and safety bar and walked back into the room where Joe was standing. Joe looked around and there was a laptop at the desk and a cell phone, some clothes laying on a chair and a stack of money next to the flat screen TV. 'He’s done this before', thought Joe. “So, we really didn’t talk a lot about what you’re looking for tonight. I understand keeping it vague when messaging like that, but before we start I’d like to know what you expect to make our time together what you want,” Joe said. “Well, we can start by seeing what you really look like. The pictures were hot, but I like flesh even better,” Greg replied as he unbuttoned Joe’s shirt, followed by unbuttoning Joe’s jeans. Joe kicked off his shoes and let his jeans fall to the floor. He had decided to go commando this evening, so he stood there with only his socks on. Greg moved back and looked Joe over, caressing his body and feeling his muscles, cock and ass. “Hmm” Greg started as he moved around and looked over Joe’s backside. Greg rubbed his fingers between Joe’s crack and Joe let out a light moan. He was accustomed to clients checking him over like a piece of meat before anything happened, but Greg seemed to be more thorough than most. “You seem to be keeping yourself in good shape. I like the mods. I love a guy with a PA and the ink is quite nice. I like two of them in particular. I assume that with both the scorpion and biohazard tats that you are poz?” Greg asked. “Yes, I am. I brought condoms in case we need them,” Joe replied. Greg chuckled “I never use them. How I have stayed neg all these years is really a surprise. Are you on medication for HIV?” Joe hadn’t been asked this before and wasn’t sure how to answer but he said “No, I’m not yet.” “Ooooh, this is going to be good, then. Do you have any problems breeding neg guys, Dave?” Greg asked with a sinister tone to his voice. “I’m here to do what ever you want, Greg. If you want me to breed and maybe infect you, it’s your choice. If you want to cover up and do everything safely, I can also do that,” Joe replied. “I recently decided to get pozzed, Joe. But, I don’t want it from just anyone. I want it to come from someone who turns me on and can fuck without regret, knowing what he is doing to the body that I have spent years getting to look like this. We seem to have similar thoughts like that. You have the advantage of age. I wish I had the guts when I was your age to take this leap. Did you do it intentionally?” Greg probed. “Yes I did,” Joe said simply. “Fuck. I really admire you for that. I would like to hear about it when we are done, if you don’t mind. If tonight goes well, I may want to hire you again tomorrow and maybe Thursday. May I ask if you have infected anyone yet?” Greg asked. “A few. Most, 'though, were group efforts,” Joe answered, almost apologetically. Greg nodded and grinned and asked “Do you know what your viral load is?” “When I tested last my load was 212,000,” Joe said, trying not to sound annoyed. He wanted to fuck, breed, collect his money and get out of there, but he humored Greg with all of his questions. “You might be the perfect person to knock me up, then. I want you to do whatever you think it will take to make sure the bug gets into me. Be as rough as you want, but no permanent marks and don’t break anything. No one at my meetings tomorrow can know that anything happened to me tonight, but I will have your seed inside me tomorrow destroying my body from the inside out.” Joe reached down and pulled his socks off and walked around Greg like he was prey. He pushed his hand under Greg’s trunks and forced his finger into his hole. Joe pulled him close and kissed him roughly before pulling the trunks down and seeing Greg completely naked for the first time. Both of their cocks were stiffening by the second and and Joe liked Greg’s bubble butt and the large 0 gauge PA in Greg’s sizable cock. Joe pushed Greg over towards the bed and demanded “Bend over the bed and stay there a moment.” He reached into his jeans and got the bottle of poppers and fished a few things out of his bag. He walked up behind Greg and slapped his ass and then put a ball gag around Greg’s head. When it was tight he put the popper bottle up next to Greg’s nose, closing the other nostril and said “One long hit.” Greg breathed deep and Joe repeated it with the other nostril. Joe put leather cuffs on both wrists and connected them. He looked down at Greg and said “Last chance. Do you want me to stop? Nod your head.” Greg shook his head no and Joe said “Good man.” Joe knelt behind Greg and started to rim his ass, tasting the man scent and giving him just a small bit of spit for lube. Under normal circumstances, Joe would have feasted on Greg’s hot butt for a long time, but tonights activities were only dealing with getting him pozzed up. Joe shoved a finger into Greg’s hole, using his fingernail to scrape and gouge into the tender flesh inside his mancunt. He reached back and got a bottle brush from his bag and slowly inserted it into Greg’s rectum. Greg screamed around the ball gag, but Joe ignored it and started twisting it around and in and out until it was coated in fresh blood. He pulled the brush out and showed the red dripping brush to Greg. Joe could see the terror in his eyes and knew about this time Greg was probably having second thoughts. Joe stroked his cock to full hardness and looked over Greg’s tortured hole. He lined up his cock and firmly pushed all the way inside Greg’s hole, feeling him squirm as his cock stretched the tunnel open and his PA dragged along the scraped up tissue. Joe climbed on Greg’s back and whispered in his ear “Your ass is all ready to soak up my toxic cum. I could stop right now and you would just be sore for the next few days or I can fuck and breed that sexy ass of yours and let the bug invade your perfect body. If I breed you, you have to agree to share your gift when you’re poz and don’t go on meds until your t-cells are in double digits. Do you agree?” Greg nodded his head up and down and said a muffled “Mmmhmm” around the gag. The deal struck, Joe started to fuck Greg’s pussy with determination. The blood made his hole feel wet and his precum was adding to it with each stroke. He had a big load saved up and knew he would probably be able to inject at least three doses of his virus filled cum into Greg’s fertile hole. He moved his cock around as he pounded Greg and he could hear the tone in Greg’s voice change as the pain faded and he started to enjoy the fuck. Joe started to wonder, was Greg normally a muscle bottom or a total top bottoming to get pozzed? Right now it didn’t matter, he was Joe’s fuck toy to use as he pleased and fill with as much toxin as he could. He could feel Greg start to work his cock with his ass and knew he was physically begging for his first load of Joe’s cum. Just as the clock hit the 45 minute mark of their meeting, Joe slammed in and felt his balls empty their charged cum into Greg’s helpless guts. He heard Greg moan loudly around the gag as he felt the cum flood his body. Joe slowly pumped his cock in and out, pressing it into the walls of Greg’s colon. He laid on top of Greg and unbuckled the gag and disconnected the cuffs from each other and then pulled his cock out and he laid on the bed. “Round one done. I hope you’re up for more,” Joe commented. Greg was panting hard and slowly moved forward laying on the bed, face down. “Oh my fucking god,” he said breathlessly. “You destroyed my ass. I’ve never been fucked that brutally. I hope I can take more.” Joe inwardly chuckled thinking 'Yeah, he’s mostly a top', telling Greg “Climb up on the bed a bit more and roll over.” Greg wasn’t used to being told what to do, but he complied. He had given control to Dave and needed to follow through. As they both got their bodies back to breathing normally, Joe wanted to taste some of Greg’s last neg seed. He crawled between Greg’s legs and started licking and sucking Greg’s flaccid cock. The cock started to grow in his mouth and he flicked his tongue around Greg’s PA, getting his tongue between the two balls of the horseshoe piercing. He bobbed and used all of his tricks to get Greg to shoot, but he got nothing until he slid his finger into Greg’s battered hole and found the spot and rubbed his prostate. Greg bucked and squirmed as Joe sucked until finally Greg shoved his hips up and started shooting his cum into Joe’s mouth. Joe swallowed down the first shot as the second filled his mouth. Tasting the sweet cum that hopefully would be filled with his bug in a matter of weeks, he tried to get all of Greg’s load out and savor it’s purity. Joe pushed Greg’s legs up and Greg looked back at him with worry in his face. Joe grinned as his rock hard cock pushed back into Greg’s pussy. Greg groaned as Joe’s cock stretched his sore hole open again. He had never felt his hole ache like this before, but he knew that there was a good chance that as beat up as his hole felt, the virus would easily invade his body. Joe spread Greg’s legs wider and began fucking again, slowly building up speed. He pushed Greg back on to his shoulders and got into position to pile drive his cock into the wrecked hole. Greg looked up at him with a need in his eyes that Joe remembered he had when Mark was breeding him several weeks earlier. Joe’s cock drove deep into Greg and the slap of their bodies was a familiar sound to both of them. Greg started to quietly beg - “breed me, please breed me.” Joe laughed to himself thinking he may have broken the poor stud and turned him into a bottom. He began to jackrabbit his cock into Greg and then planted his cock as far inside as he could as a second round of cum filled the neg stud. They both let out moans as the cum transferred between them. As his body stopped twitching from the orgasm, Joe lowered Greg back down to the bed and the two laid there side by side. “Do you always fuck this rough?” Greg asked. Laughing, Joe said “No, I don’t. It depends on who I’m with and what the guy is into. Tonight we only have one goal and thats to get you knocked up. The easiest way is for a rough fuck that gives as many channels as possible for the virus to infect you. If you want I can go easier for the next round.” “Yeah, please. I don’t bottom often and its usually not a hard fuck. Now I know how some of the guys I’ve fucked felt when they told me to go slower” Greg said with a laugh. “Sorry, I thought that’s what you wanted” Joe said, starting to be concerned. “No, thats exactly what I asked for. I thought that I could handle it but I guess not” Greg said meekly. Joe got up and grabbed a bottle of water and took a large gulp, drinking half of it. He put the cap on and tossed it to Greg who looked concerned that he was going to drink out of the same bottle as Joe. Joe chuckled and said “You’ll take my poz cum with no problem but are worried about a few germs from my spit?” Greg laughed saying “yeah, thats pretty silly, isn’t it” and chugged the rest of the water down. Joe glanced at the clock and realized that the two hour session they originally planned was going to go long. It really didn’t matter and he didn’t want to rush the last fuck. He climbed on the bed and rolled Greg on to his hands and knees and licked from his balls, up his taint and then around the puffy ring. He tasted the mixture of cum, assjuice and blood and pushed a glob of spit inside. He moved closer and slowly pushed his cock back inside Greg. This was more gentle, but Greg’s hole was very sore and he heard the pain in Greg’s groans. It wasn’t a romantic fuck, but Joe fucked just hard enough to be able to coax another load out of his balls. The even tempo of his strokes seemed to soothe Greg’s pain and the two loads of cum were coating Joe’s cock and Greg’s guts. Joe leaned forward and kissed the back of Greg’s neck as he got up on his feet and started to thrust a bit harder into him. He heard Greg grunt and then say “oooooh yeah, poz that hole up.” Joe closed his eyes and kept a steady speed with his cock pushing in and out of Greg’s ravaged pussy. As his balls started to tingle again, he knew this load would be smaller than the other ones, but just as toxic. With a few final lunges, he drove his cock in and let the cum shoot inside Greg’s cunt. Joe was surprised at how many spurts of his charged seed he gave Greg for the final fuck of the night. He laid on top of Greg for several seconds and then rolled with him over on to their sides, his cock still inside Greg. Joe held him tight, comforting him from the savage fucking he had given him earlier. Joe’s cock deflated and fell out of Greg’s hole followed by a trickle of cum. They laid there for several minutes until Greg said “Thanks.” Joe got up and headed towards the bathroom. “Let’s rinse off in the shower” Greg said and the two walked into the shower stall. They washed and rinsed off and as Joe was about to turn the water off Greg turned him around, pushed him to the wall and started to kiss him passionately. Joe was startled but went with it and kissed him back. Their kiss lasted a few minutes and then Greg let Joe go and stood back. “Sorry, I don’t normally do that with escorts, but you really turn me on. I’ve hired escorts for over ten years and this was the best time I’ve ever had. I was serious about meeting tomorrow night, if you can. I’ll be in meetings all day but if we could do the same time tomorrow, I’d really like it” Greg said. “I really don’t know if I can. I have a lot scheduled for tomorrow and I know one of the things is probably going to go into the evening. I can let you know when I’m free and we can see if there’s still time to meet. I’m sorry, but school comes first for me since I can’t escort for the rest of my life” Joe explained. “Oh, ok. I understand. You’ve got the right priorities. You’re going to do well in life” said Greg. Joe got dressed and picked up his stuff from around the room. He picked up the money for the gig and headed to the door with his bag. “Thanks Greg. I hope you get what you want and hopefully we can meet tomorrow. I’ll let you know.” “Thank you, that really was amazing” Greg said as he hugged Joe. “Take care.” Joe walked out of the room and down the hallway towards the elevator. He counted out the money, Greg had given him three hours pay. He smiled and headed towards home, tired and his cock was sore. He walked in to the apartment to the sound of Steven and Ryan fucking and it sounded like Kyle and Jeff were still going at it too. He took his clothes off and grabbed the blanket and fell asleep on the couch. Tomorrow was going to be a crazy day and he wanted to give the best impression he could to each of the recruiters. Joe finished his morning class and met Kyle at the car. They drove home and changed into their dress clothes for the job fair. They joked with each other about looking like they were going to go work at a bank. They grabbed their stacks of printed resumes and their phones and headed back to campus. As they walked to the building where the job fair was being held, they looked through their list of preferred companies. They walked in and the place was full of activity. Joe walked up to the table for the company first on his list and talked with the woman there. He filled out the card they had and handed the woman a copy of his resume and moved on to the next place on his list. He talked with the person there for several minutes and they discussed things more deeply than the first company. He was feeling pretty confident and the person gave him a card to come back in an hour for a 15 minute interview. He moved on to several more tables getting three more interviews. Joe was feeling really confident when he showed up for his first interview. He sat down and things started well but quickly turned ugly. The questions that he was getting asked weren’t anything that he had studied and Joe stopped at one point and asked the interviewer what types of positions he was being interviewed for and got “It doesn’t matter” as a response. He walked out of the interview deflated. He had fifteen minutes until the next interview and he hit another couple tables and got another interview. The second interview went well and his attitude improved. The third interview he walked in and there was one chair for him and four chairs for the people interviewing him. He had heard about these - he would get barraged by questions in rapid-fire fashion. No time to rest, just question after question. Three people came in and took their chairs and one person gave a quick overview of the format and what types of people they were looking for. Joe thought he was a good fit, but he started to get nervous. The last person came in and sat down as he was talking to the person on the opposite end and when they finished he turned and saw the whole group. The guy that had just walked in was Greg. Joe didn’t know whether to be relieved or scared. He knew he couldn’t reveal that they knew each other or how they met. The interview started and the questions were nonstop. Greg really seemed to be grilling him hard. There wasn’t a pattern to the questions. Some were about projects he had done, some were technical in nature, some were about how you resolve conflicts in teams, what his goals were in 5, 10, 20 years, and his favorite - what did he like to do in his spare time. His head was spinning by the time the 20 minute interview was up. Joe’s shirt was drenched with sweat and he wasn’t sure he was able to deal with the other two interviews he had. He left and went to the restroom and used the hand dryers to dry out his shirt. He headed into the next interview as Kyle was walking out. He thought that one went well and waited for the final one he had scheduled. That interview he thought went well too, but the person interviewing him seemed to be indifferent. He thought he was good at reading people, but that person was like looking at a brick. He went back out and hit a few more tables and scored one more interview before the end of the fair. That one went really well and they scheduled him for a full interview the following day. Joe sat on a bench waiting for Kyle to finish up and typed out a message to his brother. “had 6 mini interviews at job fair. got 1 interview tomorrow. didn’t see ur company here. don’t know if I will get any other interviews this time.” Mark sent back a message “don’t worry. lots of time still. send resume. how u doin? u need money?” Joe laughed and sent back “sorry mom. msg was for mark” and then another one “doin good. been workin so ok with $$$” He then emailed his resume pdf to Mark. He was exhausted and just wanted to go home and smoke a few bowls and relax for the evening, but he had told Greg he would let him know if he could meet. Greg knew what he was doing and when he would be done, so he really couldn’t lie. That would definitely screw his chances of getting a job with his company. Before he could make a decision his phone rang and it was Greg. Greg had only used email in their previous messages, but Joe had given him his number early on hoping to speed up the discussion. “Can I speak to Dave” Greg’s voice said. “Hi Greg. How are you doing?” Joe replied “Pretty fucking sore, if you really want to know” Greg said with a laugh. “I guess you tried to get even with me today, then” Joe jabbed back. “Oh that’s nothing. You should see what I’m like when I don’t like a candidate” was Greg’s retort. “Oh my god. That was the easy version?” Joe asked back. “Hehe, not really. But, the reason I called was to tell you I really can’t meet tonight with Dave. My ass is too sore to go through another round.” “That’s ok. I’m pretty exhausted after 6 interviews today and I have a full one tomorrow at 10 AM, so I need to get some rest tonight” Joe replied. “Oh, you have another interview? Well the other reason I can’t meet tonight is because I want to take Joe out to dinner with a couple of my co-workers. Would he be able to swing that?” asked Greg. Joe got a lump in his stomach. This was getting complicated. “Uh, yes, I think I can do that. What time?” “How about 6:30. I need to shower and find some ointment to put the fire out down below. Are there any good pizza places around here to meet at?” Greg asked. “That works. I know what works really well - a big dose of hot cum” Joe said laughing and then added “Everyone has their favorite, but I like the pizza at ‘The Pie in the Sky’ on Cross Street.” “Yeah, and I know who’s cum. Its expensive but its worth it, right? OK, we’ll meet you there. Meet out front?” Joe went home with Kyle and they compared notes. Kyle had an interview the next day as well and was disappointed that he hadn’t heard from anyone else. Joe told him about the seeing Greg as an escort and then in an interview today and then meeting for pizza later. “Put in a good word for me” said Kyle as they walked up the stairs to the apartment. Joe dug through his clothes looking for something casual but nice. He found some shirts his mom had bought for Christmas and birthdays that looked way too ‘frat boy’ for his taste. Kyle laughed as Joe tried each one on. He finally found something he liked. It may have showed too much of his tattoo for an interview, but he decided to take a chance. Joe stood out front of the restaurant and waited for Greg and his co-workers to arrive. They showed up and Joe showed them inside and had reserved a table for them already. This interview went much slower and Joe actually enjoyed it while they dined on pizza and beer. As the interview wound down Greg asked Joe “So, do you mind telling me who you have an interview with tomorrow?” Joe was surprised at the boldness of the question and if it had been anyone else he would have told them he did want to say. “Carville” Joe said, thinking that the beer had helped loosen his tongue. “Ah. Ok. Good company. We’re better. And more fun.” The interview moved on to idle chit-chat until Greg said “I think its time to call it a night. We all need some rest for the day full of interviews.” Greg paid the bill and they sent the leftovers home with Joe. Joe woke up and went down to campus skipping his morning class to go to the interview. It seemed to go well and he was told he would hear in a few weeks if an offer would be coming. He went back home and changed into his regular clothes and hit his afternoon class and got notes for the class he skipped. When he got home he was studying when his escort phone buzzed and read the message from Greg - “Can we meet tonight? 8? Just an hour and go easy please” Joe laughed and replied back “Sure.” Joe arrived at the hotel and went up to Greg’s room again. He knocked and Greg answered wearing only a jockstrap. Greg smiled and ushered Joe in. “Hi Dave, I’m glad you could come back.” Joe found it humorous that Greg would keep ‘Dave the escort’ and ‘Joe the student’ separate by using his escort name but appreciated it. “Thanks for having me. I hope you’re feeling better” Joe said with a smile. “A little. I think I want to try your suggestion and hope it helps the healing process” Greg joked as he pulled Joe close and kissed him. Greg started to remove Joe’s clothes and Joe kicked off his shoes. They quickly ended up on the bed, rolling around groping each other. They took turns being the aggressor, each one getting the other ready to be penetrated before they overpowered the other and swapped positions. Finally Joe ended up on top of Greg, who was on his back, and pushed his legs apart as he mounted the neg stud. He was a lot more gentle than the day before, but he knew that as sore as Greg still was, his seed would still have a good chance of seeping into his bloodstream. The piercing would help too. The long slow strokes that Joe started with caused Greg to start moaning. It definitely sounded different than the sounds he made during their first meeting. There was no pain in his moans and Greg started to be an active bottom to Joe’s fucking. Joe leaned in and folded Greg back as his hips thrust into Greg’s hungry hole. The intensity kept increasing and Joe was afraid of hurting Greg any more, but his need to breed more charged cum into Greg’s hole took over. “oh god yes, fuck me, breed me, poz me” Greg moaned as Joe got closer to cumming. Greg started to milk his cock and that pushed Joe to the point where his cock began to shoot its venom deep into Greg’s cunt. Joe’s body shook as it once again filled Greg’s neg hole with its toxic load. They laid there kissing as the last squirts pumped into Greg. Greg rolled over and swapped spots with Joe. He thrust his cock into Joe’s unsuspecting hole with Joe groaning as the cock tore into his ass. He felt the heavier piercing inside him and made a quick note to try and stretch his up one size. Greg started off slow and sensual but soon was fucking Joe with hard, long strokes. Joe started to egg Greg on - “Fuck me with that neg cock” “You gonna breed me with that worthless neg seed?” He was really enjoying getting a cock inside him since he had mostly been topping since he converted. This was the type of rough animalistic sex he loved to have with other strong guys. Greg growled as he slammed his cock into Joe’s tight pussy. His ass was still throbbing from the damage Joe inflicted two days ago and it served as a reminder why he was here, but he hadn’t shot a load in over a week and Joe was the type of guy that he loved to hire to fuck and breed when he was on the road. He felt Joe’s cum drip down his balls and legs as he rammed Joe. He didn’t want to lose any of the precious seed, but he couldn’t stop now. His balls were boiling and his cock throbbed as it drove in and out of the boy’s hole, coating it with precum. He bent forward and forced his tongue deep into Joe’s mouth as his cock filled his ass. With two more hard slams of his shaft, his cock erupted, filling Joe with his neg semen. Greg’s body flinched and spasmed as the last of his cum shot into Joe, their sweaty chests glued together. Joe wrapped his legs and arms around Greg holding them together as they kissed. After several moments, Joe loosened his grip and Greg rolled off him laying on his back next to Joe. “Thanks, I needed that. I thought my balls were going to burst. I can hardly wait until I’m shooting charged loads” Greg said as he lay there. “Yeah, you’re gonna love it” Joe replied as he rolled over on his side and was flicking his fingers over Greg’s pierced nips. Greg moaned and Joe moved back between his legs, hoisting his ass up in the air and burying his face between his ass cheeks. Joe tongue fucked the hole, tasting his cum in the hole, and then slurped up the cum on Greg’s balls and thighs. Joe felt his cock twitch again and figured he could give Greg one more load before he had to go. He licked up from Greg’s balls and up his shaft, cleaning the cum off. As he lowered Greg’s ass towards his poisonous snake, he kept licking up Greg’s torso, tasting the sweat and cum, a mixture he always found intoxicating. It fueled his need to fuck Greg again and he slid into Greg’s hole easily. This fuck was slower yet and Greg was really working his ass muscles on Joe’s shaft. He enjoyed the cock massage and would stab his dick in occasionally, hearing Greg gasp and then moan. He started to fuck Greg’s hole harder and knew it wouldn’t take long before he would be breeding Greg for possibly the last time. “Fuck me Joe, give me your poz cum and finish the job” Greg said. It took a few moments for it to register in his brain, but he realized that Greg had called him by his real name, the first time during their fuck sessions. Joe was close and said to Greg “Yeah, I’m going to knock that hole up and turn you into a poz fucker. My DNA will be with you forever.” Each thrust got more erratic and stronger until he felt his cock shooting more diseased seed into Greg’s muscled ass. Greg was milking his cock, trying to get every drop of seed inside his still starving cunt. Joe laid there, his cock covered in his toxic spooge inside Greg. He let his cock soften and finally fall out of Greg’s battered hole, seeing traces of blood on it. “Do you have a plug to hold the cum in?” Joe asked. Greg replied “No, I forgot to pick one up.” Joe got off the bed and pulled one out of his bag and dripped some spit on it and forced it into Greg. Greg groaned as his hole was invaded once again. His ring stretched and then sucked the plug in and clamped down, holding it firmly in place. Joe said “Consider this a gift… or a bribe” and laughed. The two went to the shower and cleaned up. It was a long shower and at one point Greg put his interlocked fingers around the back of Joe’s neck and looked him in the eye. “I shouldn’t really say anything, but you were the best one we interviewed. Everyone liked you and you seem to be pretty smart. Even if you haven’t pozzed me I want you with my company. If you have, I will guarantee you will get hired.”

Part 32 - Not So Straight Dennis had been manning the front desk at the hotel. It was the last home football game of the season and it didn’t look to be a winning day. It didn’t matter, the alums were in town by the carload and the hotel was booked solid. Even the party room, #152 was booked by an older gay couple who had invited Dennis to stop by later that evening to help break the couple’s new houseboy in. As game time grew near, the crowd had slowed and he finally got time for a quick break. He came back to the front desk and looked over and saw someone he recognized. The guy got up off the lobby chair and nervously walked over to the front desk and said to Dennis “Hi, I don’t know if you remember me, but my name is Chris and we met in the sauna here a month or so ago.” It had been a busy month, but Dennis smiled and said “Yeah, I was the second guy to have some fun with you. Weren’t you here with your wife and kids that weekend?” Chris nodded and Dennis asked “What can I help you with?” Chris stammered bit before saying “I had a really good time that weekend and was wondering if you knew where I could do that again?” Dennis chuckled before asking “What part of it did you like best or want to repeat? That was pretty spontaneous, so its kind of hard to just run into things like that again. I know that the other guy isn’t in town anymore, so some part of it would have to be different.” “Yeah, I know. But the whole damn thing was so hot. I never felt so alive and scared at the same time” Chris told Dennis. Dennis suddenly changed the conversation and said “I’m sorry sir, but we are all booked for this weekend. Maybe next weekend might work for you?” as one of the other customers walked by toward the breakfast area. Once the other customer was out of hearing range, Dennis went back to the original conversation, saying “Can I ask how you’ve been feeling since that weekend? If you remember, the other guest may have given you something.” Chris’s face turned pale and he said “Nothing out of the ordinary. I get a lot of colds with the kids around. Why?” Dennis smiled before saying “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if that was one of the things you liked. You should probably get tested anyway, especially if you’re having sex with your wife.” Chris looked embarrassed and told Dennis “Yeah, that was part of it. Do you really think I caught something? I’ve fucked her several times since then but I know she’s been cheating on me too.” An evil smirk came over Dennis’s face. With any luck, not only was Chris poz, but his wife and the guys she was doing were too. “You should go over to the Jones clinic and get tested to find out. If you want to make sure you got something, though, I think I know a few guys that can help you” Dennis said . “Fuck, that would be great!” Chris said excitedly. Dennis chuckled and motioned with his head and Chris followed him down the hall. Dennis unlocked a door and they walked through the back door of the Men’s locker room. “Let’s do this quick, I gotta get back to work” Dennis said as he unzipped his pants. Chris got on his knees and pulled Dennis’s hardening cock out of his underwear and began to suck it. Dennis was typing away on his phone “have bi slut in hotel locker rm. he needs loads”. He copied the text and sent it off to a few people. He set his phone down on the bench and then started to face fuck Chris. He shoved hard, forcing his thick cock into Chris’s throat, making him gag. After repeating that a few times, Dennis pulled his cock out and said “Get your clothes off and bend over the bench.” He laughed to himself as Chris was so eager to get fucked he almost fell over he stripped so fast. Dennis bent over and rimmed Chris’s hole a minute before standing up and pressing his cock against Chris’s tight pucker and watched his precum start to ooze out and cover the hole. Chris relaxed and Dennis’s cock sunk into the warm, soft tunnel. Dennis loved a pump and dump and knew he had to get back to the front desk quickly. He thrust his cock in all the way and heard Chris stifle his scream. “Yeah, that’s a good slut. Take my cock nice and deep. Let’s get you lubed up for the other guys I invited over to fuck you. I hope you weren’t planning on getting home soon” Dennis said softly as he picked up the pace and was fucking Chris harder. The door creaked open and Dennis looked over as Tony and Derrick walked around the corner. They started to rub their crotches as Dennis fucked. Dennis slammed his cock into Chris’s hole and felt his balls release their charged up seed. The shots of cum coated the walls of Chris’s fuck chute and Dennis pistoned his cock several times, pushing it in deeper. He slowly pulled his cock out and pushed any cum that tried to escape back into the greedy hole. As soon as they saw Dennis start to pull out, Tony and Derrick moved in. Derrick pressed his large cock to Chris’s lips and Tony just shoved his cock deep into Chris’s pussy. Dennis grabbed a towel and cleaned his cock, pulled his pants up and said “Have fun!” before walking out the side door and back to work. Tony kept drilling his cock in and out of Chris’s fuck hole enjoying the sloppy cunt, knowing it was going to be even sloppier when they were done. Few words were spoken as Tony fucked and Derrick stuffed Chris’s mouth with his long, fat cock. Chris figured there was no point in protesting his treatment, either one of the guys could easily take him by themselves, besides he was really enjoying being a piece of meat for strange guys to fuck. He had little clue as to who was fucking him now, he knew the guy fucking his face was tall, muscular and black, but that was all he could tell from the brief glimpse he got before his throat was filled with cock. Tony started hammering Chris’s hole and then pushed in hard and held it there as his cock twitched and pumped more toxic cum inside. Tony and Derrick swapped positions and Chris was tasting the cum from his ass as he cleaned and sucked Tony’s cock. Derrick forced his cock into the cum slick hole, hearing Chris scream out until his cock finally popped inside. Derrick let Chris get used to the thickness of his cock for a minute before he began driving his cock in and out. Derrick assumed that Chris hadn’t had any cocks as thick as his, but he really didn’t care. Guys like this were made to be cumdumps and they would learn to take all cocks eventually. He didn’t have an even fuck motion like many guys, Derrick liked to pull out slowly and then shove his cock in hard. Each time he thrust in, he forced Tony’s cock down Chris’s throat, muffling the screams Chris was trying in vain to make. Grabbing Chris’s hips, he shoved in hard, ripping past his second ring and held there for a while until he felt the ring stop spasming from the sudden invasion. He pulled back, past the second ring, then the first, looking at the tortured hole filled with cum and blood. Derrick slammed back in, Tony holding his cock deep inside Chris’s throat and grinning as Derrick did his best to wreck Chris’s pussy. You could see the sweat pour off Chris’s back and face. Derrick slowly pulled all the way out and with one more hard shove, buried his cock into Chris and felt his cock start to pulse, pumping more tainted seed into the father of two. “Aww, man. That holes gonna be all stretched out before I get to it” said a voice nearby. Tony laughed and said “Don’t worry Luis, I’m sure it will close up a bit before you fuck him.” Derrick’s body gave one more big shake as the orgasm ended, adding one more spurt of diseased spunk deep inside Chris. Derrick pushed Tony aside and let Chris concentrate on the cum covered shaft in front of him. Luis waited and watched Chris clean the cock that had just wrecked him and then began eating Chris’s hole. His tongue lapped and poked, tasting the coppery tasting cum. When he felt the hole gripping his tongue, he knew it would be tight enough to feel good around his cock. Luis stood up and without any warning, drove his cock all the way into Chris’s cunt. There was only a quiet yell from Chris this time and Luis pounded Chris’s hole without any warmup. Only five minutes of hard fucking and Luis screamed out himself and forced his cock in as deep as he could and shot several volleys of poz cum into Chris’s sloppy cumhole. “I heard you’re going to have a couple more guys stop by to use that sweet hole, papi, so don’t go nowhere” Luis said as he pulled his cock out and slapped Chris’s ass. Chris laid on the bench with his ass up and waited. He ran his finger over his fuck hole and felt the cum. He pushed it in and then sniffed his finger, smelling the cum before licking his finger clean. He was almost ready to give up when he heard the door creak open again. He raised his ass up like before, one knee on the bench and the other foot on the floor. He glanced back and saw another hispanic guy walking up rubbing his crotch. “Mmmm, thats a nice hole, papi. I hope it loves my special seed. It took 23 guys to make it and today’s the first day I feel good enough so I can share it.” Juan had been wanting to get pozzed for a couple years and finally it happened on his terms. The club gangbang a week after Joe, Kyle, Dennis, Steven and Aaron’s induction was the one that finally did it. There were only two bottoms that week but both of them got toxic loads that ended their neg days forever. Juan quickly had his pants down and was thrusting into Chris’s cum filled hole. He fucked hard and brutal, wanting to make sure that his seed helped charge this guy up. Chris wasn’t sure he could take much more pounding. Juan had been driving his cock into Chris for almost 20 minutes before he grabbed his shoulders and planted his cock and pumped seven volleys of viral cum into his ex-jock ass. Juan leaned over and whispered in his ear “I hear your wife likes to cheat. I want to give her the same gift I just gave you. Where can I find her?” Chris was in a daze and told him a few places she liked to go to and his home address without even thinking. “Thanks papi” Juan said as he pulled his cock out and pulled up his basketball shorts and walked out. Chris laid back down, his heart racing and his breathing was heavy. He was finally being the gay slut that he had always wanted to be. He slowly got up and walked back towards the sauna, the place where his current adventure had started. He grabbed a towel and went in, sitting down on the towel and trying to keep his hole closed to hold in all of the precious cum. He was relaxed and yet excited. The door to the sauna opened and in walked a tall, muscular guy about ten years older than him. He had a tanned furry body with several weathered tattoos and one fresh biohazard tattoo. His face had a full dark beard with some bits of gray in it and a determined look on his face. His muscles were those of a guy that did hard labor for a living, probably construction of some sort, not from steroids and gym workouts. “You the guy looking for some hot loads?” asked Carl. Chris grinned and said “yup”. “Then turn around and show me that ass” Carl said. Chris turned around and bent over the upper bench. Carl stood on the lower bench and rammed his cock all the way into Chris’s pussy. Normally that would have sent Chris screaming for the door, but his hole was so ravaged by the previous guys it was just a mild stinging that he felt. Carl started his slow, firm thrusts into Chris and continued for almost a half an hour. “Ya know, I used to be a total bottom slut like you that couldn’t get enough cock. Now, I can’t wait to breed another guy and knock his ass up.” Chris had never had a conversation while having sex, but kind of enjoyed hearing Carl talk to him while stroking his cock into Chris. Finally, Carl started to fuck faster and faster until he started to grunt loudly and his cock started spurting his newly charged cum into Chris’s doomed hole. “Nice, its like deja vu” Dennis said from the doorway to the sauna. Carl pulled his cock out of Chris and jabbed his fingers into the stretched out hole. He pulled his fingers out and sucked the cum off of them and walked back to the showers. Dennis walked up and said “Sit on the top bench, lets do it like the first time.” Chris turned around and slid on to the top bench with his ass hanging off. Dennis got on the lower bench and poked his cock into Chris’s swollen hole. Chris gritted his teeth as he felt Dennis’s cock bottom out inside him. It was a quick fuck, just like the one several weeks earlier. Quick, hard and purposeful. The only difference this time was that Dennis wasn’t shooting blanks, but now a very toxic potion of cum. Dennis had Chris folded up and his hands interlocked behind Chris’s neck. He stared deep into his eyes as he pounded and mixed up the collection of poz strains in Chris’s cunt. The strokes started getting ragged and Dennis began dumping another load of bug filled cum into Chris. He pulled out and looked at Chris. “Thats all the guys I could get today, but that should fuck you up. I left the address of the clinic and who to ask for with your clothes. They’re waiting for you today. They’ll test you and let you know what your current status is. If its neg, then get tested again in a month or so. Good luck!” Dennis left the sauna and quickly showered before going back to work. Chris just stayed in the sauna for several minutes contemplating what his future was going to be. He went over to the clinic and asked for an STD test by Tyler. Chris went back a few days later and was told that the test showed negative for all the standard STDs that they screen for. As he pulled up to his house after getting the results, he saw a strange car in the driveway. He waited in his car in front of the neighbor's house and soon watched Juan walk out the front door after kissing Chris’s wife.

Holy shit that was HOT! Need those cops using and breeding me!

Part 29 White Sebastian was getting his neg ass pounced and bred by a very poz Matt, Steven sent out a group text to let those that were selectively invited to take part in the weekends festivities. Some would be clients who would pay good money to fuck and breed a neg hole. As he heard Matt's vocal climax he knew it was time to bring up Steven's playroom. Steven had mentioned that he had a playroom during the chats he had when Sebastian. It also allows him to ask about the twink and the things he wanted to try, things he was curious about and to find out far he might be willing to go. Steven rejoined the two as they were catching their collective breath as they recovered. Steven asked Sebastian, “You think you’re ready to explore my playroom? I know of a few on my friends who are wanting to meet you and maybe take a ride in that sweet ass off yours.” Sebastian’s answer was short and simple, “Fuck yes!” As they began to make their way down to the basement. Sebastian began to head to the kitchen where he had dropped his bag when he from arrived. Steven let him know that his bag would be safe right where he left it as they ushered him down the stairs to the playroom. When Sebastian first saw the playroom he was like a kid in a candy shop. Matt said that he’d grab some Gatorades while Steven showed him around the well equipped playroom. With Steven keeping Sebastian preoccupied, Matt was able to retrieve the G spiked bottles and hand the unsuspecting Sebastian an opened bottle. When the little tour reached the sling, ‘The center piece of the playroom’, Sebastian didn’t need to be told what he needed to do next as he took big gulp his drink and climbed in to try it out. As Sebastian laid there with his ankles comfortably in the stirrups he commented that in the sling he could take raw cock and cum all night. Then he noticed the wrist restraints that were conveniently left on the chains by his head and immediately moved his arms above his head saying, “You probably could do whatever you wanted to me if I was put on these.” Steven knew from their online charts that Sebastian was very curious about bondage. The wrist restraints were purposely left there in order to plant the seed in the horned up twink taking him one step closer to their ultimate goal to stealth poz his neg ass and send him back home. Steven replied to Sebastian’s comment as he held up the matching ankle restraints, “Only if we add these for your ankles.” A slow trickle of the invited few began to enter the playroom while Steven and Matt stood next to Sebastian in the sling. Sebastian just laid there as the men who arrived began to strip down in full view of a very horny twink. Sebastian stroked his hard, dripping cock a few times before he was stopped by Matt who reminded him that if he truly wanted to be a good bareback bottom he would need to concentrate more on his hole and less of his cock. The first of the guests to fuck Sebastian was none other than Milt. He had paid Steven very well to be the first client to fuck and breed the unsuspecting Sebastian. Sebastian did your best to concentrate on his hole, but every once in a while he’d reach down and give hard 6.5” cock a little stroke only to have Steven or Matt tell him to stop playing with himself. As more arrived they began to gather asks the sling and as it normally happens at parties like this, the all familiar pipe starred to be passed around. After Milt had blown out an impressive cloud Sebastian asked what they we in the pipe? Milt told him that they were smoking Tina. Milt could tell by the puzzled look on Sebastian’s face as he further explained that it adds to the pleasure of sex and suggested that Sebastian might try it. With the G he had already consumed and the number of guys there that were hitting a pipe or bong it wasn’t that hard to get the twink to take a hit if his own. Matt was close by and began to hear the bowl of a well packed pipe as he instructed Sebastian how to blow clouds. Matt signaled guys Sebastian to inhale as deep as he could once the smoke began to swirl in the bowl. When Sebastian had filed his lungs to border capacity Matt told the new meth user to hold it as long as he could before blowing it out. Sebastian followed Matt’s inductions and before he knew it, the twink had blown 6 impressive clouds. Milt was getting ready to breed the now high Sebastian as he grunted out for him to take his dirty seed. Milt quickly withdrew his softening cock from Sebastian’s cummy ass and was quick replaced by the next paying client as Matt fed him some more smoke. By the time Sebastian had emptied the bowl and when the G well in control of his brain his horniness got the better of him and he soon found himself uncontrollably stroking a semi-hard cock that wouldn’t get any harder. With Matt standing right next to him and Steven close by warned him that if he couldn’t keep his hand off his dick that his wrists would be restrained and that would allow then to do with him at they pleased. When he heard that warning he seemed to grab for his cock one more time as if he wanted to be restrained (which deep down he did want). As he was being fucked by the second paying client Steven and Matt grabbed his arms pulling then let his head and securing them in the wrist restraints attached to the chains. To further his bondage they added the ankle cuffs as well. Now me was totally at there mercy as he laid in the sling getting fucked and bred by Steven’s paying clientele while keeping him drinking G spiked Gatorade and having him blow more clouds. As the paying clients finished up and left leasing only the college PNP crowd it was time to really fuck this boy up as the points came into view. Of course Sebastian wasn’t going to get one unless me asked for it like a good little tweaker. He watched as one by one the college boys began to prepare their rig and then slam themselves. Sebastian’s curiosity got the better of him again as he was asking what they were all doing. Steven explained, “Their slamming Tina, the same thing you’ve been smoking all night.” Sebastian asked, “Is that a better way to do Tina?” As Bam Bam was getting ready you slam his monster cock inside the restrained twink Matt appeared when a freshly prepared point in hand answering, “Fuck yeah it’s better, like 1000 times better.” Sebastian then asked to be slammed.

Most often I've only got HIV or AIDS on the brain, but damn you make gono sound fucking HOT. Getting it that way, fucking like dogs, hell yeah, I'd do that!!!

Trevor had just finished taking 4 huge hits from the pipe and another large shotgun from leather Daddy and was now stretched out on his back on the couch....his ass resting on the arm of the couch with his legs pulled back and his hungry tweaked up piggy neg ass at just the right level to be fucked and pounded by hard bare poz cock. And the cock about to do it was MINE!! Daddy was on his knees on the couch over the pig's head, brushing the open lips with his fat wet cockhead and teasing Trevor with the occasional taste of his dirty precum. He had told me to fuck "our bottom pig slut" first with my toxic meat and get him begging to feel my POZ cock deeper in his needy hole, demanding me to knock him up with my poison brew - all as part of our "roleplay" of course. I rubbed my precum soaked cockhead across the puckered hole freely being offered in front of me. In the light from the lamp on the table I could see the sparkle of the tina dust coating the head and part of the shaft, ready to take this cum hungry slut to another level of tina-induced need and craving. "Tell us what you want, pig," Daddy commanded the flying slut. "We can't give it to you until you let us know what you want." His voice muffled as he was licking Daddy's heavy hairy nuts, Trevor spoke with a hunger that sounded too real to be "just roleplay". "I want cock and cum, Daddy. I want POZ cock and cum filling up my neg hole from you and my bro. I need your POZ loads flooding my neg ass and fucking knocking me up! Oh PLEASE! Please fucking give me your dirty cocks and seed!" "Hell yeah, pig!," I said, grabbing on to his ankles and pushing his legs back and opening his hole wider. "Gonna give you all you want, bro! I'm gonna fuck you full of my dirty cum then Daddy's gonna give you all the potent cock juice in those balls you're licking on! Here it comes, pig! Take my fucking POZ cock!" With the last word I slammed my full length in one hard thrust balls-deep into the cum-and-piss-filled neg hole in front of me. We both cried out in animal pleasure at the same time - me from feeling the warm wetness of Daddy's cum and piss enveloping my bare cock, and Trevor from a mix of surprise and gratification at once more being filled with cock. "Oh fuck yeah, bro! Oh fuck your cock feels sooooooo good! Fuck your little pig brother, bro! Fuck me hard and breed me...just like Daddy did!" "Yeah? You want me to breed you bitch? What do you want me to breed you with? What do you want from your big brother?" I was pulling all the way out and slamming back in all the way with increasing speed and need. I had been wanting to blow my POZ seed inside this hole ever since Daddy had first shown me his profile and his pic and told me the plans he had for the boy. I knew this first fuck was not going to be a long one but that didn't matter. What mattered was giving him MORE unmedicated poz cum and getting him to beg for it..to WANT it! "Fucking give me your POZ cum, bro! Seed me and knock me up! Make me like you and Daddy! Oh fuck man do it...give me your bug!! PLEASE!!" Trevor was writhing on the couch as I hammered into his hole and Daddy was pinching and twisting his nips. His sexy young body was covered in sweat and he was pushing his willing hole out to meet my thrusting dick. He really wanted it..whether he knew it yet or not, he really wanted it. And I was about to do my part in giving him exactly what he didn't yet know he wanted. "You got it fucker! You asked for it", I breathed harshly "you're fucking getting it....nowwwwwwwwwww!!! Oh fuuuuuuuucckkkk! Take it pig! Take my fucking POZ dirty cum in your fucking tweaked up neg slutty ass! Pozzing you up bro! Fucking you UP!!" And I bellowed like a fucking bull as I shot five, six, eight hard thick spurts of life-changing spunk deep inside this hungry pig! Gawd did it feel good!! I couldn't wait for more. But now, it was time for Daddy to give the slut another load of HIS toxic juices..this time with Trevor eagerly urging Daddy on!!

I don't know if you are blind or not, but I am!

As someone who can walk into a room and have a dry hand work it's way into my hole in under 10 seconds , I have never encountered any long term problems - this from a guy who also loves getting punch fucked with no lube until I'm bloody - But that's my bag...... Ask yourself this; " Does your mouth stay open after you eat a banana? " It is a muscle like any other. stretching it won't ruin it. If you want to have your anus cut out, there are fetish groups for that on BME - Not my bag tho. I like my hole. So do a lot of other people..... A lot of other people.... Don't even know their names.... Don't even care......

Peter moved to the door and opened it. Instead of the next man that was there to fuck my hole, the manager of the motel stood. “Why were the cop's here” he ask, “if you are doing anything illegal you fags are out of here” “Cop was here only to shoot his load in my boyfriend’s hole” Peter said. “Yeah?” the manager said. “Yeah I am setting up guys to come over and breed him” “Well, I have a huge load stored up in my big balls,” “Want to empty it up his hole” The manager nodded. He was an older man, white hair, white mustache and skin so tan that it looked almost like leather. He was thin, almost a sickly thin. He grabbed his crotch and a thick tube appeared. He pushed Peter out of the door way and came in. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing more of his tan skin. “He takes all loads right,” he asked, “none refused?” “Yeah buddy give me all that you got” “Gonna give you my death” He pulled his shirt out of his pants and took it off. I could see every rub, he was emaciated! His thin, bony fingers pulled on his belt and then worked on his pants button. Peter was just standing there silent, slowly pulling on his soft cock. The manager of the motel kicked off his shoes and let go of his pants. His pants fell quickly to his ankles, exposing his thin legs. There was no fat anywhere on this man. His white briefs were blinding white against his tan skin. His cock was vary hard, running across his hip on the right side under his underwear. A big bulge hung low between his legs, caused by his massive ball sac. His bony fingers hooked his briefs and pushed them down with his pants. As he stood back up he stepped out of his pants. It was then I saw his cock, it was a thick one eyed monster, about seven inches in length. His crotch and sac were completely smooth, shaved clean. “How do you want me” I asked. “Get that ass on the edge of the bed and lift those legs to heaven” “At this rate of infection,” I said, “I'm more on a path to hell” With my legs up and wide, I watched him move closer to the bed, stroking his cock on the way. Peter was staring at his ass as he walked. I saw him mouth: “Saggy ass” and “Dude is sick” Once at my ass he rubbed his cock in my crack, collecting the cum that was in there. “Won't need lube, cum and a sloppy hole, a great combination” His cock head pushed against my hole, popping inside with ease. He didn't hesitate and slammed his thick cock deep into me. His smooth crotch pressed against my ass. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wider, pulling them a little farther than my muscles would allow. He fucked fast and hard, as if he was in a rush. He pumped his cock in small motions, jack hammering my hole. His thick cock moved in and out, faster and faster. I squeezed my hole around his cock as he pumped in and out. Peter stood near by just pulling in his cock, which was just a little bit hard. “You sure you want it, bitch” the manager asked “Yes I want it” I said “You’re gonna get it,” he said, “get my AIDS” He slammed into my hole, then pulled back, only to slam into me again. I couldn't feel him shooting but by the way he was twitching and breathing, I knew he shot his load. He quickly pulled out and turned to Peter. “Not going to leave you out,” he said, “get down and clean my spent cock” Peter looked at me, as if he was questioning what the man wanted. “Get on your knees you asshole,” I shouted, “clean that cock” Peter jumped and dropped to his knees, as I got off the bed and stood next to the manager. “Taste my ass juice and every load of cum that is up my hole” Peter quickly put his mouth over the spent cock, slurping and sucking on the manager’s cock. He was making a face as if he wasn't enjoying it. “At least act like you’ enjoying it, you limp dick asshole” I said. Peter started to moan and suck on the manager’s cock with more enthusiasm, making sucking and slurping sounds as he did, until the manager pushed him off his cock. The manager quickly dressed and was out the door. “What the fuck just happened” Peter said. “We just got an AIDS load” “Yeah but from that man” Peter said. “Hey don't be an asshole, a dick is a dick”

today i ended up really horny.. i just needed dick. I decided to check out a fampous cruising area here in amsterdam... the weather was nice and damn, it was crowded.. I just wanted to walk a bit, since I had little time ... well.. i was there, went into the parc and within 1 minute I ssaw this hunky muscles guy.. i have been chasing him for a while, i know he has a nice dick and is into bb.. he started sucking me, but i made sure I wanted his dick.. so I sucked him and he started playing with my ass... it took no time before he turned me around and started fucking me. Not only was he a top.. he was an agressive top.. awesome. he spit in my mouth, abused my ass, turned me around all the time.. fucking ass, fucking mouth.. another guy joined in the fun.. even though he wwas a bottom, he fucked and bred my ass within 2 minutes.. Muscle guy dove into my ass, fucked me and bred me too... "See you later" and he left. I walked around a bit and saw a guy that wanted to fuck me for ages... wel.. he eeanted me to fuck him, but that is not gonna happen... he turned out to be hung!!!! I sucked him, he fucked me.. .awesome dick, awesome fucker... i started sucking someone else (het.. it was busy) and the guy shot in my ass.. the other top (an arab guy) started fucking me and I sucked the guy that just bred me clean.. his dick remained hard en he and the arab tagteamed me for 15 minutes (other guys were watching) untill they both shot inside my ass.. 5 loads was a good count... i decided to go home but just check one more popular place.. nobody was there so i was about to go to my car untill a guy walked straight towards me, showed his dick and directed me to his dick.. I love it whetops take control. he saw me in acton and wanted to be part of the action in my ass.. i sucked, he ficked me, people showed from nowhere, another guy got fucked next to me.. i was looking at his top.. turned out to be a long lost Fuckbud.. he kissed me and said "having fun baby?" well.. obviously i did.. the guy fucking me came, someone took his place and came too, i noticed a turkish guy came in my ass as well.. awesome.. 7/8 loads... i really wanted my FB's dick.. he has this awesome nice BBC that hasnt bred me in 4/5 months.... he fucked me a bit.. noticed all the cum, ate my ass and fucked me again untill he bust a HUGE load in my ass too.... after that I needed to go home and eat... but first wantedd to share this with you... 9 loadss in 2.5 hours.. not bad

I am a top and started Barebacking about 3 years ago. I will use a condom if the bottom wants, but so far, in the last three years, no bottom has made that request. In fact, they want the load. Much to my surprise, this includes 3 married guys.

anytime you need a tourguide......

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...