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I was new here in town. I needed to get a physical exam for my new job so I asked around and one of my neighbors recommended I go see Dr. Kendrick, over on 10th. I called to make an appointment and a few days later I headed over there. Dr. K had an office right there in his home, a cozy-looking house set back from the street. Inside the front door was a small waiting area. A sign on the wall said to take a seat until I was called. After a few minutes a door opened. First, a young man about my age came out and hurried for the front door. I remember that his face was red and sweaty. Maybe he had seen the doctor because he had a fever. Next, Dr. K stepped into the waiting room and said, "You must be Larry. Larry Hicks? Come on into my exam room." I followed him into a bigger room. This one had a desk, a couple of chairs, cabinets and, in the middle of the floor, was a medical exam table. "Why don't you start getting undressed while we talk? You can leave your boxers and shirt on for now." So, I took off my socks and shoes along with my trousers, shirt and underwear and put them on one of the chairs. "Hop up on the table," he said, and tell me what I can do for you." As I explained my reason for the appointment he began making notes of our conversation. He asked my age, which was 19, and inquired about my medical and family history. All the while he poked and prodded me, working his way through the exam. Eventually the questions turned more personal. "So, are you sexually active, Larry?" I reddened a bit and said, "Not much. I've only done it a couple of times." "That's not a problem," he said. "Now...when you think about having sex...you know, when you get horny...do you mainly think of having sex with women or having sex with men?" Seeing the shocked expression on my face, he continued, "It makes no difference to me, young man. I just need to get a complete picture of your situation." "I don't know," I said, "I guess maybe I'm gay. I've only done it with two guys." "Well, if you're unsure, we can certainly help you figure that out. Do you like having your penis sucked?" I nodded. "Do you like it when a man puts his organ in your mouth? Do you like to pleasure him? Do you like him to ejaculate in your mouth? And do you swallow his semen?" Guiltily, I nodded "yes" to each question. "Well, at this point, I think it's safe to say that you are an homosexual." I blushed. "Now, as for anal sex...are you the insertive partner?" He glanced at me. "Hmmm! No! Probably not! So, you're the receptive partner, right?" My cheeks burned bright red and I could only look at the floor. So...you are what's commonly known as...."a bottom. In plain words...you accommodate the needs of other men. Excellent!" He smiled warmly! "Let's move on! Do you have any Sexually Transmitted Diseases? Herpes? Syphilis?" "No," I stammered. "Are you HIV-negative?" "Yes! I mean...I guess so." "Well," he said, "we have to be sure. We'll get you tested for everything. Then I can give you a clean bill of health." He did the pinprick and drew some blood. "Larry, I'm running a little behind. While we're waiting for your results, I'm going to put you in the next room. Bring your stuff. You can leave your boxers and shirt on for now." He ushered me through a doorway into the next room. "This actually is my bedroom," he said, and indeed, there was a large bed situated against one wall. "I use this as a second exam room when it gets busy. It's quiet and private. Have a seat there on the bed and make yourself comfortable. Mrs. Shaw is just stopping by to get her flu shot. It won't take long. I'll be back in about 10 minutes." He retreated to the first exam room and closed the door behind him. I sat down at the base of the bed and began to wait. In a few moments, I heard another patient enter the room next door and I could hear the murmur of their conversation. A few minutes later I could hear Mrs. Shaw departing. After a few more minutes, Dr. K came back into the bedroom. "Good news!" he said. "You're completely healthy. Your HIV test was negative. I hope you're not disappointed?" I was a bit confused. "What did you say?" He smiled back at me. "Oh, nothing...let's finish up the exam. You seemed a little unsure about your sexuality. You know...your preferences and needs. So, let's find out!" With that, he reached out and placed his palm against my chest as I sat there at the end of the bed. He pushed firmly, causing me to lie back on the bed cover. "I want to check your responses," he said as he began unbuttoning my shirt. When he was finished, the shirt fell open, exposing my chest and stomach. Without any warning, he reached out with both hands and used his fingers to firmly grasp my nipples. As he gave them a short but sharp twist, I moaned involuntarily, "Uhnh!" and my mouth remained open in an O-shape. My body reacted strangely in other ways as well. My back arched, pushing my chest towards the doctor's hands. Also, my knees jerked, pulling apart and upward towards my chest a bit. Dr. K stepped smoothly into the gap between my legs, thereby preventing them from closing. Dr. K's smile got bigger. "Well, well! That's interesting." He twisted the flesh trapped between his fingers once again and said, "When I apply pressure HERE, look what happens. Your legs spread apart and your mouth opens wide." And that's just what happened. As my legs parted, he pressed even closer to me. He leaned forward and placed his right hand on my face. Two fingers aggressively entered my mouth and started exploring. "This is VERY NICE," he said. "Even better than I had hoped for." I could only try to gurgle a response. Dr. K's voice remained kindly but his eyes seemed to harden somewhat as he looked down at me. "Raise your hips, Larry! Come on...haven't got all day! Let's get these off you." With that, I felt his free hand tug on my boxers. They slid off my hips and down my legs, finally brushing past my toes as they fell away to the floor. "There...that's better! You won't be needing them for a while." His fingers continued their rough invasion of my mouth and I felt his other hand cup my balls. He used his thumb to stroke the head of my dick in a circular motion. I response to his ministrations, I could feel my cock begin to lengthen and swell. "Your reflexes have proven exceptional," he announced. "Can you tell that your penis is becoming erect? And your nipples! My Lord,...we've already seen how responsive to stimulation they are." As if to prove the point, his hands descended on my nipples again, his fingers pincering them forcefully. I was helpless as my mouth opened again and my legs twitched further apart. Now, THREE fingers were jammed into my gaping mouth. "We've conclusively established that your sexual responses are HOMOSEXUAL! Now we should discuss your HIV status. I know that you tested negative this time, but it's well known that many gay men secretly regret being negative. For many reasons, every day, men like you choose to become HIV-positive. I imagine that you must have given it thought, haven't you?" With his digits swirling around inside my mouth, only garbled noises came out in response. "That's what I thought," he continued, as if I had somehow agreed with him. "Let's help you decide! Let's say you were gay...which you are. And you were a submissive bottom...which apparently you are. And your status is negative...which it is. And you desperately wanted to be HIV-positive instead." He now looked at me. "Is that right?" "Anngh! Gruhhh! Mmmpph!" He looked at me quizzically. "Does that mean, 'Yes'?" I tried to lurch upright, but his hand on my face kept me pinned to the bed. The doctor nodded, "See! I knew that deep down, you might want that for yourself. The question is...what can we do about it? Hmmm?" He stared at me. His eyes didn't seem very friendly any more. In fact, I felt like the doomed bird transfixed by the serpent's gaze. "Let's figure this out together. Here's a test for you. I just want you to answer honestly. Nobody's judging you here, ok?" Although the alarms in my head hadn't really stopped, I nodded my head. "Good! SO, let's say you come to me seeking my advice about becoming HIV-positive. I might ask you the following: "If you were to be helped in converting to a positive status, would you want to be infected, or 'assisted' if you prefer that word, by one man alone...or would you prefer to be infected by several men at once? Of course...you'd be in a sling for comfort." I was lying on the bed, unable to speak intelligibly and unable to sit up. My shoulders drooped in resignation. Maybe I should just play his game and see what happened. I gently prodded his fingers with my tongue. He got the hint and withdrew them so I could be understood. "I....I....," I whispered. He asked, "What?" As he leaned closer, his fingers gave each nipple a sharp little pinch. I gasped, "one man...ONE MAN!" He squeezed HARDER! "Say it ALL!" he commanded. Utterly under his control, I moaned, "I...I'd want...ONE MAN...one man to INFECT ME!" "I was hoping that's what you'd say. That's all you had to do, Larry...just ask!" I could hear his free hand fumbling with his belt. His other hand left my mouth and I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered followed by the whisper of his pants as he pushed them down. He cupped my balls again and my dick, no longer neglected, stiffened rapidly. Dr. K leaned over and covered my mouth with his. His tongue entered me, controlled me. "You don't have to be afraid, Larry! I'm going to take care of you. We're going to do this the right way, baby. His mouth trailed down my chest and belly. Upon reaching my cock, he engulfed it with his lips and began sucking up and down my shaft. Heavenly! Too quickly, he broke free and brought his face back up to mine. "You know...I've given many guys like you their first fuck...right here on this bed. And I given many guys their first condomless fuck...right here on this bed. In fact, I've given many men...men just like you, Larry... their first POZZING...right here on this bed! Pozzing...that means taking a man that is HIV-negative and introducing the active virus into his system, turning him HIV-positive. It's a privilege to be the one that helped you to understand your need to convert to positive like so many have done before you." He continued,"Nothing could be simpler, more natural and more normal than for two men to share their fluids like this, in order for the negative one to convert. Let me show you. "Open your mouth!" I didn't have a choice because his fingernails scratched across my nipples, making my mouth open. He leaned over me and slowly spit a few long gobs of saliva into my waiting orifice. "Now...Taste it!" I ran my tongue through his spit, letting his juices mingle with mine. "And Swallow it!" he ordered. I meekly complied. "See how natural that was?" I could feel the head of his dick bobbing around, pushing into my ball sac, leaving a trail of gooey precum wherever it touched. Suddenly, I felt warm liquid washing over my belly, running back down over my cock and balls onto the bed. "See, Baby! See how natural that is? How good my piss feels on you? I'm sharing that with you as well." My mind reeled with the thought that, by sharing his fluids, he was merging himself, his very DNA with me. ""The best comes last!" he hissed. His penis zeroed in on my hole. The head, still leaking precum, nudged a bare half inch into me, and stopped. "There!" he whispered. "I'm inside you and I've already left a tiny bit of fluid behind. A little HIV is already growing inside you. Do you want MORE?" All I could do was whimper! "You have to SAY IT!" he said. "YES!...I want more!" With that, he eased in and started up a slow steady pistoning motion. He growled, "You want my HIV? You want me to fuck my HIV into your neg pussy? SAY IT!" All the while his thrusts picked up speed and power. My voice got louder. "YES! Fuck me with your HIV! Make me positive! POZ ME!!" By now, he was banging into me furiously. "I want you to remember that someday....someday when you have AIDS...that it's MY AIDS inside you. I'm the one that infected you, put my virus in you. And YOU...you did what a Poz Bottom was supposed to do...you just SPREAD YOUR LEGS and BEGGED ME FOR IT!" He yelled as he began to blast his viral sperm deep within me. I could almost fell the bug attaching itself to my sensitive rectal walls, starting to grow. Dr. K rolled off of me and stood up. He bent over and gave my ass a loud smack. "I've probably knocked you up. I'm pretty potent because I don't take any HIV medications and my viral levels are always very high. Just to be safe, let's give you an appointment in 3 months so you can come in and get tested. My promise is that I'll keep fucking you until my virus has claimed you.

PARK CRUISE 　 PART 1 My divorce became final; then, I closed on my new condo. Of course, it was stocked with bits and pieces of furniture I had gathered together from an assortment of thrift stores and second hand shops. I didn’t care though. I had my freedom now. 　 No longer was I going to deny my sexual awareness and lust for men. Of course, my lust being tempered by the "gay cancer" that was running rampant through the country. Here I am thirty-six years old abandoning a fifteen-year marriage and setting out fresh in a new life. Yes, I had a huge amount of empathy for my ex. She just couldn’t understand how I couldn’t have known I was gay: That was her problem now to contemplate. 　 I had moved into my condo on Halloween. What a memory that makes. I searched the neighbourhood and found most of the places where I would shop and do business. I commenced to becoming a regular around the neighbourhood and started the hand waving, head bobbing, and just smiling that one does to those who are seen frequently. None of these people knew about my new quest in life which was to find men and have them fuck my mouth and ass. 　 Even now with my new life I on occasion let the memory of what precipitated my divorce flood into my brain. Len, my ex-wife’s younger brother, had promised to take care of me during the bachelor party for their sister. Len took care of me for sure. 　 Len was ten years younger than I. He stood eye to eye with me meaning he was 6 feet 3 inches tall, also. Len weighed 190 pounds to my 170. His dark brown eyes always sparkled with mischief as did my green eyes. His dark brown hair contrasted with my Irish red hair. And, that dark brown hair was everywhere on his body. My blondish red hair covered my body as well but it just didn’t make its presence known as well. 　 Len’s body hair was massive and thick as it covered his body. I was always amazed at how much hair he had and which he loved. Many times, he was told to shave but he always good naturedly would laugh and say he would catch a cold if he did that. I loved to see him during the summer months when he wore very little. I just didn’t realize why I loved seeing him. And, that’s a good thing, too, I suppose. 　 Well, Len and I went off to the bachelor party. It was held at a hotel that Len had arranged. The festivities went well. At one in the morning, Len and I saw the last of the revellers to their hotel rooms and went to our room. Upon entering, we found one bed and not the two that had been ordered. Len said let’s not get upset and just straighten the situation out when we woke up. That sounded reasonable to me at the moment. 　 The two of us began taking off our clothes. I admit that I stole a couple of furtive looks at Len. I saw his muscles flex and move as required to take off his clothes. I envied Len his handsome looks and all that dark brown hair that covered his body. We both finished at the same time. We each stood on opposite sides of the bed. Len grinned at me, lifted up the covers, and slid into bed. I stood for just a moment and did the same. 　 I had hesitated getting into bed as I was in somewhat of a shock at what I had seen. Len was wearing a white Bike jockstrap for underwear. The contrast of that white jock that ran through his dark brown hair was stunning. The huge bulge that I saw in the pouch was almost unnerving. I had not really thought about Len’s cock but had at some time decided that he had a nice cock but that was without any empirical evidence. 　 We lay there in stillness and silence and let sleep creep into us. My last thoughts were of my wife. I seemed to focus on her. As I dreamily thought of her, I began to get aroused noting that my 8-inch cut cock began to grow. I smiled. If I had been home with her, no doubt she would have found herself impaled on my cock as I rode her to completion. But, that night, there would be no such riding. At least not the riding that I was used to. 　 Sometime after we had gone to bed, I lazily realized that I was in that state of awareness yet not awake. I was on my left side. I felt a presence behind me pressing up against me. I gently moved backwards spooning my body into this other body. I then felt a hand grasping my cock which was obviously hard. This hand began to move very gently up and down my cock. I whispered a moan. Then, I felt kisses on the back of my neck as my cock was manipulated a little faster. I inhaled a slight breath of air. 　 I then awoke totally. I felt my neck being kissed but by someone with a stubble. My back pressed against a hairy flat chest as the hair pressed into my skin tickling me. The hand jacking my cock was big. LEN! It was Len who was pressed into my back, kissing me, and jacking my cock. Then, I felt a big pressure against my butt. Len’s cock was hard. 　 "Len," I whispered. 　 "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh," he hushed me. 　 I lay there feeling the kisses continue as Len continued jacking my hard cock. He attempted to move closer grinding his restrained cock into my butt cheeks as he did so. 　 "Len," I whispered again, "you need to stop." 　 "Shhhhhhhhhhhh," he hushed me again then said, "I’ve waited a long time for this . . . and so have you. All you have to do is take your hand, put it on mine, and remove my hand from your cock. If you do that, I’ll stop." 　 I lay there as Len continued to kiss the back of my neck and now began licking it. His hand felt so good as he massaged my cock. I continued to feel Len touching me with his lips, tongue, and hand. My eyes rolled upwards shortly thereafter, and I knew I would not remove Len’s hand. 　 PART 2 In short time, I was soon moaning quietly as Len continued to arouse me. I caught myself trembling as Len touched me. I pushed backwards into his body and began to reach behind me touching Len. I was conflicted on many levels: brother in-law; another man; arousal at a man’s touch; betrayal of my wife. I thought of these and more but waved them aside and pulled Len closer to me. 　 Len’s hand left my cock. I felt him fumbling between us. I at last realized he was releasing his cock from his jockstrap. His cock was wet from pre-cum. Len maneuvered his cock between us so that the shaft settled into the crack of my butt cheeks. He pressed hard and moaned deeply as he did so. The feeling was unreal . . . but welcomed. Instinctively, I pushed my butt backwards toward Len’s cock. I had no fight or argument now. I was a willing participant. 　 Len stepped up the attention and foreplay. His hand was everywhere on my body. He caressed my stomach, touched my nipples, stroked my face, traced my torso from my underarm to my hip, and finally began to pinch and squeeze my nipples before returning to once more begin jacking my fully erect and leaking cock. 　 I now had a light glaze of sweat covering my body as my libido grew in its intensity. Len no doubt sensed my abandonment of trying to stop him and increased his kissing and licking as well as his hand wandering all over my body raising my sensitivity level ever higher. He also increased his pressing his girthy wet cock into my butt cheeks which I now wanted to feel more of making me to push backwards. 　 "I’m going to fuck you, Jack. I’m going to fuck your ass so good and fill it with my thick cum load," Len whispered in my ear as he continued to kiss and lick my neck. "You want me to fuck you. Jack, tell me you want me to fuck you and fill your ass with my cum." 　 I heard the words. I recognized every one of the words. I knew the definition of each word. Yet, in my state of mind and arousal, I couldn’t swear that I even knew English as a language let alone understand what a message spoken in English meant while I was in the midst of such an unknown and totally foreign activity as I was. My mind focused on how my body and psyche were feeling at Len’s touch. 　 "Jack, I’m going to fuck you and fill your ass with a big load of my cum. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you and fill your ass," Len said almost in a menacingly tone as his hands inflicted sharp but brief points of emphasis by pinching me in several places. 　 My brain gathered its reasoning power and processed the words I had heard. There was no hesitancy on my part when I said, "Yes, Len. Fuck me. Fuck me now. Fill my ass with your cum load and fuck me some more. Don’t stop fucking me. And, don’t let me stop you." 　 Len grabbed my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard as he bit my neck. It hurt like crazy, yet, I restrained myself from yelling. It was a mating ritual I accepted. 　 Len released me, tossed back the covers raised up off the bed and ripped off his white jock. I stood by the bed and rid myself of my boxers. The two of us looked at each other in the dimmest of light that came in the room from around the curtain. We both were breathing heavily. 　 Len lowered himself back onto the bed resting on his back. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him as if I had been doing so for years. Somehow, I instinctively sat astride his hips as I moved his cock up from his body and let it rest on my backside. My mind began screaming as I had now touched his cock and knew how massive it felt. I had no clue how my ass could ever take his cock but take it I had to now. 　 I leaned forward cupping my hands behind Len’s neck. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Our tongues met and twirled around each other as we began our quest for completion. Len’s hands roamed all over my body once more sending shivers throughout me. At long last, I felt Len’s hand attempt to reach his cock. I stopped kissing him and pulled myself slightly upright as I moved my hand to my mouth. I dropped a great deal of spit on my fingertips which I moved to my ass wetting it as best as I could. 　 Len’s cock was taut from being so strained from arousal. Once more I doubted that I would be able to take his cock in my ass. I felt his cock in my hand and moved myself and his cock until at last I felt the sticky pre-cum coated head touching my hole. I held his cock firmly as I moved about adjusting myself. When I thought I was on target, I gritted my teeth and gave a quick backwards jerk of my ass. POP! 　 To say that I needed to scream and almost passed out is so very much an understatement. Immediately, I tried to move upwards to pull Len’s cock’s head out of my ass, but he had other plans. Len knew what would happen and was prepared to stop me. I was aware of his legs raising up so that his feet were planted on the mattress. At the same time that I was trying to pull off his cock, my hands went to my mouth covering it to stifle the scream I was attempting. This left Len with the leverage he needed. 　 Len grabbed my hips firmly and pulled me downward onto his blood-engorged mighty phallus of his manhood. The searing and burning pain raced through my body with each additional downward jerk as more and more Len impaled me onto his weapon of ass destruction. The pain was the worst I had ever felt, yet, I began to steel myself to accept it and soon did so. I was weak by the time I accepted the mighty invasion of my ass. I was covered in sweat from agony. 　 My hands slid away from my mouth and came to rest on Len’s chest as I leaned forward slightly over him. My ass was screaming and on fire. The fire I felt was burning away all that I had denied until now. My eyes were closed as I envisioned myself and re-lived what I had just experienced and tried to focus on what was about to happen. 　 Len decided to get my attention and did so by flexing his cock that was so adeptly planted in my now willing ass. My head jerked upright, and I gurgled a scream. Len’s commanding hands kept me impaled firmly on his blockbuster whopper. I thrashed about in excruciating pain as pitiful moans and whimpers escaped my lips. My mind was racing at what I was doing yet I could not stop. I didn’t know why but I had to experience this wherever it led. 　 PART 3 Len began softly and soothingly to talk to me. I heard his words of encouragement as the pain in my ass abated and the burning flickered lower. My head turned to face Len with conflicted eyes still reflecting the pain I had felt. I could just see his face. He was smiling as he now lessened his vise-like grip on my waist. 　 "See? It’s not that bad now. It’s going to get a lot better, and you’re going to beg me for more," Len whispered as he rubbed my thighs. Each time that he flexed his cock I winced and shook. "I’ve waited a long time for this. All you have to do now is to ride my cock and learn how much you love being fucked by me. And, when I blow my load in your ass, you’re going to have your mind blown away when you realize how much you love that feeling. You’re going to want more—lot’s more. Come on brother in-law; get your ass moving up and down on that big 9 inches of cock of mine. I want to hear that first moan that you make and know you are hooked on my big cock, and I can fuck you any time I want." 　 What the hell was happening to me? How did I get harpooned with Len’s cock? Why wasn’t I pulling myself up off his turgid cock? Why wasn’t I punching Len? Why had I stifled my screams when my ass was slammed down onto Len’s cock? Why wasn’t I protesting and stopping this? Why had I not fought harder to get away? These questions raced through my mind as I looked down at Len whom I could see from only the small amount of light coming in from around the drapery. 　 Some strength had returned to me as I had sat listening to Len and pondering my questions. I reached my hands out, and Len took them. I looked at him and then looked down at my own cock in the dim light. It struck me odd that despite being skewered onto a man’s cock my own cock was straining with lust and excitement. 　 My eyes returned to gaze at Len. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to raise my ass upwards allowing Len’s gargantuan cock to slide out of my ass in small jerks. Shots of pain returned. Our hands grasped together tightly as an audible gasp escaped my lips. I rose up about 3 or 4 inches before beginning to slide down on Len’s cock again. I was gasping for air by the time I had re-taken all of his cock in my ass. My entire body shook at the sensation. 　 "Yeah, BJ, that’s the way to do it!" Len excitedly whispered. "Get that ass up higher on my cock this time. I’ll let you know when to start back down. I won’t let you pull off. Just a couple of more full-length strokes and you’ll be a pro at it!" 　 Again, I raised my body up off Len. This time was a smoother trip. As the head of Len’s cock neared my sphincter, Len told me to stop and slide back down onto his cock. I was panting now as a light coating of sweat had broken out all over my body. I eased myself back down onto Len’s rigid manhood. My heart was pounding in my ears with my excitement. Three, four, five, six times more I raised myself up and lowered myself down spearing my ass with his bloated fat cock. As I lowered myself the sixth time, my brain was swimming in ecstatic sensation of desire. I heard myself moan as each of his nine inches entered me. Len heard my moans also. 　 PART 4 　 Len whispered to me, "Good boy. Now start bouncing harder and faster. Make it feel even better." I started to pick up the pace. Up and down I rode his hard rod of steel. He impaled me so deep and I felt so full. His rigid tool was starting to really feel good as my ass opened more and more to his cock. My prostate was being rubbed harder and harder and I was moaning in exstacy now. My own cock was harder than I think it had ever been. I could not fathom the pleasure I was receiving. Len was moaning his pleasure now also. I could literally feel him getting harder and harder now. He was telling me, "take it Jack. Feel how good it is. I just knew you would love this. I'm getting closer to filling your ass full of my hot cum." I did my best to increase my speed even more, rising and falling down. Impaling my ass as deep as possible. I wanted every inch of that pole in me as far as possible. Len was now thrusting up as I came down on him, too, impaling me deep. His hands then grabbed me and another few hard strokes and he jammed upwards as I came down in one final smashing blow and I felt his cock expand and start to throb in me. I could feel his hot cum filling me up and heating my insides and then I erupted also, spewing my cum all over his chest. He ground into me and then rolled us over onto our sides, holding me close and keeping his still throbbing cock in me. We laid there in a pool of our sweat for what seemed like hours, but was really only about 10 minutes and then his cock slowly slid out of me as he went limp. My mind was completely befuddled by what had happened. Then we both fell asleep in each others arms. 　 　 PART 5 Several hours later I woke up, the sun shining outside, and my ass on fire. As I came around more, I felt the movement and Len was again in me and slowly fucking me. As I turned my head to look at him, he smiled and said, "It's about time you woke up. I have been in you for almost a half hour now and I am about ready to burst another load deep in your sweet ass, but I wanted to see your expression as you got another load of my hot cum in you." He then picked up his pace, faster and harder, and I found myself moaning with pleasure. I told him, "Go, go, pound my hole. Fill me up. I want to feel you erupt in me again." He told me to get ready, "Here it comes." Len pounde my hole really hard about 4 more thrusts and then I felt his cock expand and start to throb as he spilled his hot cum deep inside my sheath and then my own cock erupted again. Both of our bodies shook with the force of our ejaculations and then we lay in each others arms, kissing and caressing our bodies while we came down from our sexual high.

Ford and I fucked all over the room. Our favorite location was a big leather seat on which he had me on my hands and knees, my ass out. He also had me position myself resting across one of the arms of the chair so he could fuck me at that height. During one of our breaks Ford texted a friend, inviting him to join us. I had no idea how freaky Ford could get, but was open to pretty much whatever he wanted. It took a while between texts and calls but the guy finally assured Ford he was on his way over. Ford and I found ourselves resting our dicks and asses in the meantime because (Ford explained) the other guy's cock was bigger and longer than either of ours. Finally, when the guy texted Ford saying he was around the corner, Ford propped me on the floor at the foot of the bed on all fours, face down, ass up. Very thoughtfully, however, Ford placed some pillows under my knees so I wouldn't end-up with a rug burn. A few minutes later I heard the second guy come up the stairs. He apparently paused at the doorway of the bedroom, assessed the scene and decided to play. Undressing, he immediately went for my ass, lubed himself and me, and slid in balls-deep. Moaning loudly into the pillow, I held my ground as he pounded my ass. It's worth noting neither he nor I had actually seen each other, at least not as of the point when he blew his first load into my hole. Afterwards he withdrew and Ford immediately slid in, continuing the assault on my cummy ass. Eventually Ford withdrew and the three of us moved to Ford's king-sized bed. At that point I got my first look at the guy. It was Andrew from the gym and dating site. Black, bald, goatee, lean, hairy, strong jawbone, big dicked, fucking hot. For the next two hours, we tackled just about every position, Ford on his back, me in his ass, Andrew stuffing his dick in Ford’s mouth. Andrew fucked me sideways while I sucked on Ford until Andrew came in me a second time. At this point, we hadn’t discussed if Andrew even gets fucked as he has been busy fucking and getting sucked by the two of us. At some point Andrew again withdrew so I got onto my back, Ford lifted my legs in the air and took over fucking my cum-lubed hole while Andrew sat on my face, spreading his cheeks for me to rim as he simultaneously grabbed my legs, positioning them to give Ford more access to my hole. Fucking awesome! Two hot looking mature Black men and I’m not too sloppy looking for a brown skinned Latino! I found myself moaning involuntarily, partially simply from getting fucked, partially because my legs had been spread near the breaking point. Ford takes turns fucking, pulling out, fucking, pulling out till he can’t hold out any longer shoves his bone hard dick back in me and explodes deep inside. We finally call it quits. 4 hours after I first arrive, we are done fucking. My hole sore as hell and filled with several loads of cum. I wipe up before getting dressed and smell the rag to make sure I’m clean. Mmmm, like honeysuckle. Their cum smelled sweet. Ford gets in the shower and Andrew and I get to talk a little and get acquainted. I had been chasing this fucker for over a year and he ended up coming to me, albeit through slightly sneaky means. He let me know that now that we had finally met we would definitely going to meet up again - and soon.

5. Trophies “You fuckin’ idiot!” He heard a voice from far away. He coughed, threw his hands up to his throat. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You trying to kill him before he even does the job?” He heard the same far away voice, incredulous, like it was shouted in a long, echoing tunnel. Chris rasped in several breath before he trusted he was breathing again. He sat up in bed naked, still high as fuck, but was alone in the master bedroom. The men had left him, and sounded like they were downstairs arguing. “So I got carried away,” he heard Polanski trying to defend himself. “You get carried away. Look at the way you offed the Bailey family. One by one, Brody. One by one. You ain’t no Saint Sanity when you get worked up. How many pieces’ that Tony kid in now? How many fingers did you cut off, how many ears, and whatever, before you just went and slit their throats? That wasn’t just for the old man’s benefit and you know it. You liked it! You was enjoying yourself.” Chris was trying unsuccessfully to process the evening. How much time had passed since he blacked out? Johnny Carson was on TV doing his opening monologue. It couldn’t have been that long. Still flying, not a lot of things made sense. Then, like someone had flipped a light switch, the pieces of the night fit. The last he’d heard on the television news, the sewer pipe, the two cons, they were right here. Chris crawled off the bed. On hands and knees he crept to the staircase to observe the men. They were in their boxers again. “Listen, you dumb shit. That was to get the dirty cop to squeal where he stashed it. It worked, didn’t it?” Bailey, Don, Brody, whatever his name was, he was no cop. He smacked Polanski in his forehead. “Think, dumb shit. Be smart.” Then he said in a low voice, “If you want to snuff the kid, wait till he brings out the stash, then you can have all the sick motherfuckin’ fun you want. But you almost fucked up what was pretty complicated set up to begin with. Drax would have had both us skinned alive, and I do mean skinned! We seen him do it to that poor fuck Jackson.” Polanski shivered. “So what now?” he said, starting to pace nervously around the room. “So now you go up, and hope the kid recovers. Then you beg him to forgive you, hope he ain’t dead or damaged, and will still do the job for us. You kiss his ass, suck his cock, and do whatever it takes.” “We gonna be straight with him?” “We gotta, but he don’t need to know everything. I’ll do the talking. He’ll trust me more than you, but you gotta make it up to him. Be his pal. You been a mean fuck ever since we busted in on him. Play nice.” They both looked up the staircase. Chris ducked back quickly in the dark hallway. He scurried back to the bedroom, got on the bed, and played possum on his side as the men came back into the room. Polanski got on the bed and shook his shoulder. “Hey, kid,” he said, “kid, you still with us?” Chris faked like he was stirring, throwing his hands to his neck like someone was choking him and sat up in panic. “Nah, nah, you’re okay,” Polanski said nervously. “Things just got a little out of hand, but you’re okay now. Man, I sure am high. How ‘bout you?” “Yeah,” Chris said hoarsely. “You were choking me.” He shoved Polanski away with both hands. “Yeah, nah, I was just playin’, but like Brody knows, I sometimes get carried away. I play too rough.” “Brody?” Chris asked confused. “Ah, geez,” Brody, as Polanski now called him, sighed and put his head in his hand. He sat down on the other side of the bed and put his hand on Chris’ back. “Yeah, we gotta come clean with you kid. We ain’t no cops.” “What?” Chris said in disbelief. “If you’re not the cops, who are you?” Brody laid out it out for Chris. “Nicky and I are ex-cons. We were just released from upstate after doing our time. And the first thing we do is we come pay a visit to the guy who set us up, the crooked cop who lives here. He’d been skimming money off the top for years from the man we work for. A Mister Jones.” “Mr. Jones?” “Well, that ain’t his real name, but better you don’t know.” Brody went on with his story with Chris pretending to hang on every word. “So the dirty cop’s family is away, okay? So we bust in on him. We had to get pretty rough with him, but he finally admitted that he did a bad thing and that he had the money squirreled away in the house, in the duct work. So Mr. Jones instructs us to use Bailey’s uniform and police stuff to get you to come out to Flushing to help us get the stash. Seems like he had his little kid go deep in the ducts and hide the goods where big guys like us can’t get to it, so the only way to get it is for a little guy like you to get it for us. You’re like part of our gang now.” “Did you kill Manetti,” asked Chris, honestly fearing the answer. “Nah,” Brody said. “He hadda done it himself. You seen the place was chained from the inside. Mr. Jones used that as an excuse for us to show up.” “Yeah, and I’m real sorry. I was playing too hard. But it’s ‘cause I like you. I think you’re really sexy and hot for a little skinny guy, and I got a thing for breath control. It’s just a thing I got.” “Yeah,” said Brody, “and it looked like you maybe got a thing for it too now by how much you came all over me.” “Yeah, I don’t think I like it,” Chris said, rubbing his neck. “Nah, nah,” said Polanski. “Not a lot of guys do, and if you, I mean you, me and Brody ever was to, you know, go at it again, and I hope we do, ‘cause the dirty cop ain’t coming back anytime soon,” he said darkly, “so maybe, once we get the stash, maybe we can mess around again, if you want, but only if you want.” “And no choking,” Brody added, running his hand up and down Chris’ back. “Just fun stuff. I like you too. You’ve got a hot little hole like I rarely seen, and a real sexy little bubble butt, which if we didn’t have a job to do, I could right now, cause I’m still horny, right now fuck you again.” It was true. Both men were getting a rise in their shorts. “Yeah,” said Polanski, getting back to business. “But we gotta finish the job, right Brody?” “Nah, you’re right Nicky. So, kiddo, what you say? You part of our gang, help us pull out the money? Then we get back here,” Brody padded the bed, “and we go at it for round two?” “You’d let me be part of your gang?” Chris asked. Both men nodded. “Would I get some of the money?” Polanski raised a brow and looked at Brody. Brody gave him a look back and said to Chris, “Sure, sure. Being in the gang means you get a cut. But we have to give most of it back to Mr. Jones. You understand that, right?” “I guess. I never been in a gang before. And then we can get back here and have more sex? Cause right up till the choking, I really liked it. I never been double fucked before. I guess this’ll be night of firsts.” There was so much untruth dripping all around, as they all looked at each other they all knew they were full of shit, but had to buy it to keep up the ruse.“So let’s do this,” said Chris. They went downstairs and out to the garage. The men’s tools were laid out on the floor near a vent next to the washing machine. The grate was off. Brody gave Chris a small flashlight and a map of the ductwork maze where the cop had his son hide the money. Chris got down on his hands and knees and crawled inside. Even for him it was a tight fit. The two men leered as his ass scuttled away from them. Brody said, shining his flashlight on Chris’ butt admiringly, “Let’s get this done quickly ‘cause I gotta have some of that pretty pussy again.” “Yeah, boy,” Polanski called through the duct, “Taking both our kielbasas means you’re ready for another game I like even better than choking called fisting.” Brody hit Polanski on his forehead again, but Chris had already rounded his first corner and his head was busy sorting through his options. All that stuff his brother had told him came back. Plan B. Look for a way out. They were going to kill him, he was certain of that, so how was he going to make an escape. Here he was, naked crawling through ductwork. If he manage to get out he’d be running down the street naked yelling for help. Well, that was the least of his problems. From the moment both of the men had their hands on him, he felt they were never going to let him out of their site even for one second. Except now. It had to be now or never. Looking at the map there was one tunnel that led to the HVAC system’s main unit in the basement. If he got down to there, he might be able to crawl out one of the basement windows. He scurried the direction he was sure was the route to the basement. It didn’t take him long but once he got down to the basement level he found the only vent into the room was sealed with a grate. He stomped his foot at it. It didn’t budge. He tried again and again, making an awful racket. Brody shouted into the vent what was the matter? He kick against the grate with all his might and it popped off. Nothing, he shouted back. He saw a rat and had to scare it away. He slipped out of the vent and landed on the cold cement. The floor was kind of sticky and slippery. In the dim room he saw the basement windows glowing from the outside streetlights. He went over to one of the windows and unlatched it. It was a lot narrower than he thought, only about six inches high. He was small but not that narrow. Plan B. He walked over to the staircase and again felt the floor was slick and sticky. Once he climbed to the top of the stairs he tried to open the basement door but it was bolted. There wasn’t a latch he could open. A key had to be used to open the door on either side. There must be a key down here somewhere. He felt around for the light switch and flipped it on. The basement was a horror show! Four bodies in various stages of dismemberment were tied to metal folding chairs all facing each other. They were all naked. A blond woman with several knife wounds on various parts of her body was nearest to the stairs. The crooked cop, the one Chris now recognized from the Disney photo, was as big as Brody, was tied up next to her. His neck was sliced ear to ear. Most of the floor’s blood looked to be his, although each family member contributed to the gore. The oldest boy was the one Polanski had talked about. Three of his fingers on his left hand and all the fingers on his right were clipped by garden sheers lying bloodied on the ground. His neck was also sliced. But what was done to the little kid that freaked him out the most, caused him to give up on this particular plan B, of getting out through the basement. As Chris got back into the vent he tried to un-see what he’d seen. The kid he was so envious of? No one deserved a fate like that. In the dark, he follow the map again. He tried to keep his mind on the task at hand, but he kept seeing the kid’s agonized face. Both ears had been clipped, his blond hair matted in red blood. In his mouth, his ears peeked out. As Chris got close to his goal, where there was an X on the map, one glimpse, one flash he tried to push away, but couldn’t: the imprinted image of kid’s bloody crotch. His eyes refused to focus on the particulars of where the blood had come from. He didn’t need to. He knew. Then there, in front of him, was the black briefcase. What kind of psychopaths was he dealing with? What reason could they have to produce such a nightmare? He flipped the clasps and opened it in the narrow vent. Stacks of hundreds neatly lined the case. He was no math wiz, but a quick count of rows times columns times ten stacks deep. The crooks had two million reasons. There was a banging on the metal, and Brody shouted what was taking so long. While he gazed at the money, he shouted he’d gotten to a dead end and got lost. He closed the clasps and turned around in the vent. He added that the map wasn’t accurate but he’d found the briefcase. He was freaked but he knew he couldn’t show it. As he started retracing his steps, he saw there were streaks of blood he’d trailed in from the basement. He had to wipe it off. He re-opening the briefcase and took out a couple of hundreds and cleaned his feet. He had a couple of spots on his knees and hands too, so he took out another couple of bills and wiped himself off with those. It didn’t take long to get back to Brody and Polanski. He pushed the briefcase out and Polanski grab it. Polanski couldn’t help himself and cracked the briefcase. All three of them stared at the contents. Brody was the first to speak. “Holy mother of Christ.” He put his hand on Chris’ butt and started rubbing it. “I think this calls for a celebration fuck. Who’s up for a nightcap?” They flashed glances at one another, and Brody took his finger and felt up Chris’ hole. “Ah, boy. We’re going to have to give you a special reward.” Brody and Polanski shared an evil grin. While they were climbing the stairs back to the bedroom, Brody asked, “So the map was really off?” “Big time,” Chris answered. “The stuff wasn’t where the X was and the layout wasn’t right. That’s what took me so long.” Brody set the briefcase next to the door. “So,” said Brody, “whiskeys on the house.” Chris asked if he could have one. “Sure,” Polanski said. “You earned it, didn’t he Brody?” Brody gave a nod. Chris trotted into the bathroom and brought back a glass. Brody had taken off his boxers and was playing absently with his enormous member. Polanski was around. “Where’s Nick?” he asked starting to pour drinks. “Dunno,” Brody responded, staring at the TV. Johnny Carson was joking around with Joan Rivers. “Hey,” he said lumbering off the bed, “We need a better show. How ‘bout you entertain us while you entertain us?” “Huh?” asked Chris as he poured the final glass. “I want to see how Manetti played with you while we play with you. I got the tape downstairs.” He went to fetch it. He had only a few seconds. Manetti’s drug box was on the cart. He opened it and took out the bottle of G and spit the contents between two of the drinks. He replaced the vial in the box, just when Polanski reappeared. “Crisco!” the man announced. “Promise I’m gonna curl your toes.” Chris gave Polanski his shark smile. “I feel ‘em curling already.” He handed Polanski his whiskey. Brody came in holding the VHS tape and popped it in the VCR and pushed play. Chris handed him his drink, as the familiar grunts of Manetti fucking him played in the background. Brody held up his glass. “We, who are about to die, salute you.” They both looked at Chris and each of them downed their glasses in one gulp. The two men squished their faces. Chris followed suit and stuck out his tongue making a gah sound, which made the men laugh. Polanski grabbed the almost empty bottle. “How about a chaser for a job well done, and to the newest member of our gang.” He divided the remains between them. “Bottoms up!” They raised their glasses again and kicked them back. “Okay, bottom. Up!” he ordered Chris. “On your back, head here,” Polanski barked. “Knees up.” Not used to hard alcohol, the whiskey got to Chris’ head pretty quickly. Combined with the earlier crystal, he was starting to feel spaced and horny. He got on the bed, listening to Manetti fuck him on TV. He forced his mind not to think about Manetti, but focused instead on Polanski. Even though he didn’t like the guy he was a sexy fucker. Brody knelt next to him and pushed his head toward his erection. Polanski greased two fingers and slipped them into Chris’ asshole. It felt good to have Polanski in his chute. Not liking him somehow made him harder. He bore down on Polanski’s fingers and took them right down to the knuckles. Polanski said to Brody, “This kid’s a natural. Look at this.” He greased up four fingers and slipped them with no resistance into Chris. Brody gave out an excited moan. “How ‘bout being a real pig, kid. Eat daddy’s hole.” He raised himself from feeding Chris his dick and lifted one leg over Chris’ head and sat his hairy butt on his face. “Dig in there, pig boy. Clean daddy’s dingleberries.” He complied eagerly, using his hands to spread Brody’s cheeks further apart, using his tongue to untangle each strand of clotted hair. The closer he came to Brody’s asshole, the more hardened fecal matter he found. Polanski added his thumb and Chris felt his whole hand pressing at his entrance. Again, he bore down and his asslips swallowed all of Polanski’s hand. “Woo-ee,” shouted Polanski. He wasn’t patient or caring like Manetti, he didn’t wait for Chris to adjust to his hand, just began pulling his hand out and pushing it back in again. Chris yowled under Brody’s ass each time Polanski yanked out his hand. He raised his hand to tell Polanski to take it easy, but Brody grabbed them both. Brody’s ass was firmly on his face, and the big man started rutting impatiently for Chris to get his tongue deeper his hole. When Chris traced his tongue around his asslips, the man gave out a huge farted. The skin vibrated lewdly on his mouth and Brody grabbed his head so Chris couldn’t get away. The smell was foul but he was stuck smelling it. Polanski was picking up the pace, pulling one of Chris’ legs over his muscular shoulders to get Chris to spread of his legs wider. The violent punching was winning. The helplessness of being pinned up such a big hair butt and his legs force apart while his hole was being wrecked, caused Chris to surrender completely. Polanski took the surrender to increase his attack, pulling out fiercely. He stopped for a second to admire the red pedals of the rosebud he was creating. “That’s it boy, push!” shouted Polanski, tapping on the rectum that was coming out of its hole. “I want some of that,” Brody said woozily, getting off Chris’ face. He scuttled down to Polanski and each man took one of Chris’ legs and pulled him apart. “Look, this little fuck still has a boner.” He looked at Chris who was wiping bits of Brody’s shit off his face. “You gonna let us do whatever we want to you, ain’t ya, boy?” Chris nodded. Brody greased his big paw and stuck four fingers into Chris. His hand was too big to get, but Brody stubbornly kept pushing his paw against Chris’ resisting hole. “Give it up, boy.” “I can’t,” Chris said. “It’s too big.” That only made Brody more determined. He leaned into the boy, and forced his fist in. Chris gave out a cry of extreme pain. His torso shot up trying to expel Brody’s huge mitt, but Brody twisted and prodded his hole enjoying the spasms he was causing Chris to endure. The hand popped out of the boy as he fell back on the bed. “You pussy,” said Brody, with weary eyes. “Let’s try that again. Daddy likes depth. C’mon, open your cunt for daddy.” His hand shot into Chris again, and though it was agonizing, Chris felt his rectum was prepared this time to accommodate the invasion. Brody was even rougher than Polanski, more aggressively tunneling deep into his hole. Polanski watch amused, though his breath was increasingly labored and shallow. Brody laid flat on his side to reach into Chris’ hole, Polanski fell from his knees to one butt cheek. He looked at Chris’ hard on and reached out and smacked the kid’s balls. The kid jumped but Brody’s fist in his ass held his in place. Polanski slapped his balls again, then took a fist and punched him in the nuts. Chris’ ass muscles reacted by baring down hard on Brody’s wrist and that egged Brody on to go in deeper. Chris’ intestines could accept any more of the girth of Brody’s hand, yet Brody’s face showed that a little thing like Chris’ anatomy wasn’t going to stop him. “The goal is the heart of the boy, and you’re going to give it to me,” stated Brody as he pushed in another inch. Polanski didn’t let up punching Chris in the balls. Chris’ head was back on the bed struggling to resist these two psychopaths, his hands flying in the air. There was a bounce on the bed. He looked over to see Polanski laying on his side. Brody looked at Polanski laying there, said, “Lightweight.” He pushed himself up on his side and pulled one of Chris’ legs over his fleshy shoulder. He stop for a second and examined the bottom of Chris’ foot. His face displayed his puzzlement. “Boy,” he said having a hard time put words together, “why have you got a red foot?” His mystified expression suddenly sparked with a dull anger. He pulled up Chris’ other foot. “You been someplace you shouldn’t.” There was such an ominous tone, Chris knew the man figured out where he’d been. “I’m gonna fuckin’...rip your heart...out of your…” The big man went down. Chris laid there for a moment. Brody’s hand was still far up his colon. He felt his fingers slightly twitching. His balls ached painfully, he was sure Polanski had damaged him. He started trying to pull his chute off of Brody’s hand, but at first only managed to pull Brody along with him as he slid across the bed. Without realizing it he found himself on the bed’s edge, his hand gave out under him, and he fell backward landing on his back. The quick, forceful drop pulled Brody’s whole hand out of him in one go, and also pulled out of Chris a gut-wrenching shriek. He now had that empty feeling once again, but this time he was very happy about it. The bedroom phone rang on the nightstand behind his head. The digital clock showed it was just after two o’clock. He knew who it was. He picked up the receiver without saying anything, just listening. “Do you have it?” Master Drax said on the other end of the line. “Yes,” Chris answered. There followed a long pause so long, Chris thought the connection was lost. Then Master Drax continued. “Are they dead?” He leaned over Polanski who hadn’t move since he fell over. He got in close to see if he was breathing. He was, but just barely. His lips were blue and his skin very white. Brody was breathing hard, but Chris had noticed he was always breathing hard. “No, but they don’t look good.” “Bring me what you found in the ventilation system. Leave the briefcase. It will attract undue attention to you. Put the contents in your bag and bring it to me.” Brody started to stir. Chris stepped back in alarm. The large man raised up on one hand, then vomited all over the bed. He looked around the room disoriented, saw Chris, tried to focus, but his eyes closed and he collapsed into his mess. “Leave them. Move quickly, child.” There was a click, and then dial tone. Chris went in the bathroom and splashed water on his face, then all the mess off his ass. What was he going to wear? His clothe in the washer were wet probably. He ran into the large walk-in closet. Half the clothes were the wife’s, and the other half were the dead officer’s, all way too big for him. A bright red jogging suit with white stripes hung next to the door. It was also way too big, but there was a belt rack on the back of the door. He could cinched up the waist with one of them. He grabbed the jogging suit, which uncovered the officer’s holster and police revolver. He wished he’d found that before. Now it seemed after the fact. He put the briefcase and his gym bag on the bed and began transferring the money. He looked over at Polanski. He’d quit breathing. All the money fit with a little room left over. He ran downstairs to the garage and got his damp clothes out of the washer. Sprinting back upstairs he stopped off in Eddie’s bedroom, found his sneakers, and sat on the kid’s bed tying his shoes. He went back into the bedroom to fetch the bag, when Brody rolled over the side of the bed with great effort, but even more determination. He stood teetering, blocking the door. “You little fuck,” he said, looming menacingly, taking one step at a time toward Chris. Chris back up with each step he took, but there wasn’t anywhere he could run. He was cornered. He jumped up on the bed, but the big man grabbed his foot and Chris tumbled off onto the floor, banging his head on the closet door. The man stumbled toward him. Chris scrambled up and backed into the closet, closing the door behind him. He grabbed the holster and moved to the back of the closet, far away the door. The door flew open and Brody charged at him with a monstrous roar intent on tearing him limb from limb. Chris pulled the Glock out of its holster, clicked off the safety, and emptied six bullets in the man’s stomach. Brody was knocked backwards with each strike, but still stood his ground, taller and now madder than ever. “I’m fucking gonna reach inside you and tear out your lungs.” He charge again at Chris, grabbed Chris by the neck and lifted him to the ceiling. Chris unloaded nine more rounds, first hitting his shoulder, his arm, his chest, and, finally feeling his throat about to snap, shot him between the eyes. He kept pulling the trigger long after the gun was empty. Brody fell backward dropping Chris to the floor. His body made a loud thump. As he sprawled, arms wide, on the emerald green shag carpeting, red streams of blood slowly spread in all directions. Chris slowly stood up, still in shock. It wasn’t till the heavy revolver slipped out of his hand that his flight instinct took over. He jumped over the dead man, snatched up his gym bag, and sped out of the house never looking back. A black Camaro sat at the curb. Its engine gunned once as Chris approached it with mounting dread. At curbside he bent down to view the driver and his fate. Inside a large shark-tooth grin spread from ear to ear. “Nice work, Chief,” Manetti said holding the wheel, gunning the engine again. “Love the outfit. Red's definitely suits you. Get in.” Chris did. The car squealed down the street, wheels smoking, laying eight feet of rubber minutes before the cops arrived triggered by several reports of gun fire.

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I have been a trucker for quite a while, often making the run from Montréal to Chicago. My favourite place to stop in Gary, Indiana. There is a chain truck stop there that is right across from a small porn shop with private booths. I go there to watch a porn. Frequently I'll get down on my knees and suck a dick. I sometimes call my wife and family after while in my sleeper, I can feel and taste the semen from the guy I sucked in my mouth as I converse with my family. It seems so nasty to have it in my mouth as I talk to them. Last month was a turning point of sorts. I was walking out of the place back to the truck stop when I was stopped by another guy who was also leaving. He was a few steps behind me and asked “Got a light?” Pausing, I passed him my lighter. “I have seen you here before” he commented, unsure how to respond. He did, however, know how to keep me on the hook as he remarked "Whatever you are looking for, I would love to help you find it.” I stammered “I can't let the others see me talking to you here. Watch where I go and later come to my truck. The driver's door will be unlocked. Just act as though you are the driver of it. Okay?” He nodded and I turned and walked. I was so nervous. Mixture of emotions churning inside me. This had become more personal and the anonymity was gone. My cock and butt both were tingling at the same time. I didn’t look back as I walked across the street then through the parking lot to my truck. I opened to door and jumped into the cab. I pulled the curtains shut and sat on the bunk. A long long period passed when finally I herd the door latch and then the door opened. His blond head appeared first as he climbed up into the cab. He sat on the seat while I sat glued to the bunk, virtually speechless, even as I recognized the nice tight young body in the cab of my truck with me. “So, do you know why I'm here” he asked as he dropped onto his knees, shuffling across the three foot gap between the seat and the bunk. “I'm here to fuck with a big burly trucker, 'cause I fuckin' love fucking around with married guys.” My cock was like a flag pole. This young guy was a little slut and there I was with him. He popped my cock out and started sucking. He put a hand up and pushed me back so I was laying on the bunk. He was sucking me and then propped one of my legs up on a shelf. I felt his finger probe my asshole. Oh this felt good. I was very close to cumin' when he stopped, got this his feet and returned to the seat. “Do you like that?” he asked. “Oh fuck yeah. It feels great,” I replied. He then pointed to the picture in my cab asking “Is that your family?” I replied it was. He smiled saying it made him hot to see the family the people that trusted me to be faithful when I was out on the road. Then he got to his feet and shoved his erect cock in my face. “So, what do you want more? To be faithful to your family or to fuck around with me?” I grabbed his hips and put my mouth around his mushroom headed dick. I sucked him slowly but eagerly. Fuck he tasted good. I reached between his legs and poked my finger into his butt hole. It felt warm, wet and slimy. I popped his cock out of my mouth and looked up. He looked down at me “Relax, it's cum - from guys who fucked me earlier today. Yeah, I know I'm a slut. You should probably tell me to leave because I want to make you like me.” It was like I was hearing a rattlesnake warning but I became willing to dangle myself in its strike zone. My cock was throbbing as he told me to turn around. I was in a trance of lust as I complied. Turning around and getting on all fours on my bunk. I felt his mouth and tongue on my asshole. He was eating me, tonguing my ass, fingering me deeper and deeper. I felt him rise and he was obviously fumbling with something. Next, the picture of my family was floating down toward the bunk as he obviously threw it in front of me. At the same time, his cock started rubbing at my asshole. "Take a good look at them. You're not going to be able to stop fucking her. You're not going to be a good father if you take me in your hole, and you’ll be worse when you get home 'cause you know what you're going to do to your wife. Right?” My cock grew harder and was throbbing like never before. He knew I was super horned-up. “Tell me what you’ll do to your wife, even 'though you've let me fuck you.” I couldn’t deny what I was thinking any longer. "I’m going to continue fucking her, even though I have been fucked like this.” His cock slipped into my ass. It felt so good. He started pumping me faster and faster. Then my phone rang. He stopped “Answer it. I'll be quiet," he promised. I reached for the phone and answered it on speaker. He continued to fuck me slowly. “Hi, Honey, how are you?” the voice on the other end asked. “I'm great” I replied. I continued conversing as the guy steadily pumped my asshole. I could feel his cock swelling inside me. He bent down and whispered into my ear “If you really love her, hang up and I'll stop. If you tell her you love her I will cum into you - with all the risks of my unprotected slut-cock blowing its load in your hole.” It was like I reached a corner. I realized what I was looking for in the porn shop - a reason to never stop going there. “I love you babe. I miss you, and can't wait to see you,” I said to my wife as his steaming hot cum flowed deep inside of me. He reached down and hit the hang-up up button on my phone. "Tonight is your first night as a slut” he said just as the phone began to ring. I got dressed and went with him back to the porno shop as my phone continued to ring away. That night I didn’t just suck a couple of cocks: I pushed my ass to the hole and took all the fuckers I could. It occurred to me that I was not just delivering a load from Montreal to Chicago. I could be bringing a hot load back from my long hauls ... deep inside me.

I was talkin to an alpha bull online recently who wanted to gang rape me with his buddies so fuckin rough and loud that the police get called so he could try to whore me out to em for having to come out and check on me..... got me thinkin of when i was 16 and i was at a rest stop back by the semis cruising for dick when a state patrol officer pulled in and asked why i was back there, he looked at my license N asked me to step outta the car N said he was gonna search it, he put me in cuffs N looked thru the car, he found a duffle i had condoms, lube N porn mags in, looked at me and threw it back in my trunk N said we both know what u were doin back here, he started grabbin his dick thru his uniform.... he said i had 2 choices, he arrests me for prostitution or we take a walk in the woods N work something out.... just as we got into the woods he told me to get on ur fuckin knees faggot! He told me i was gonna get what i wanted as he unzipped his pants N pulled his thick fuckin dick out. He left me in the cuffs N grabbed the back of my head and made me look in his eyes while he raped my throat so fuckin hard it felt like id pass out! He never let up till i swallowed 2 loads from him then he uncuffed me, spit in my face N walked towards his car. He saw a trucker who was watching N told him theres a faggot back there takin loads if u wanna rape the bitch... he got in his car N drove off and the trucker grabbed me and put me on a picnic table in the open N slammed his raw cock balls deep in me! He held me down by the neck as he raped me till another trucker walked up N held me down, by the time he bred me 3 guys had busted in my throat N another was about to rape my ass. Before he slammed into me he said he can either poz rape me in his sleeper so i dont get passed around all night or he can poz rape me right there till more guys line up.... he said its ur choice u fuckin whore, either way my fuckin poz seed is gonna be in ur pussy when im done with u! He made me beg him to rape and poz me in his sleeper b4 he drug me to his truck. He slammed the door behind us as we got in his semi N pushed me towards the bed, tellin me to get face down and spread ur fuckin legs whore! He stripped N shoved his fingers inside me as he stroked his dick askin me how old i was, i said 16 and begged him to use a condom.... he said he almost feels bad pozzing me but thats what happens to fuckin whores who beg for it and he slammed into me! He fuckin raped 3 loads into me as i lied there motionless takin it till he pulled out of me N said get the fuck outta my truck u nasty bitch! i got in my car and called a fuck buddy who was a doctor and told him what happened, he said to come over and he will give me a post exposure RX, when i walked in he was rock hard from what i told him happened and he fucked me on the floor of his entryway telling me 1 more poz load isnt gonna matter with all the seed inside me!! It was the first time he fucked me raw and the 1st time he told me he was poz! He unloaded in me, got up N tossed the RX's on the floor by me N told me i gotta go cause he had some 20yo neg pussyboy on the way over N he was gonna stealth the bitch and knock him up! I got hard as fuck as i passed him in the hall as i walked to the elevator knowin what was about to happen to him!

(Sorry for my English, it’s not my mother tongue) So that happened after work in Toronto, I was looking for an anonymous fuck to satisfy my eager hole. I’m 24, athletic, and it was not so hard to have full positives answers for an anonymous fuck on Grindr. One bearded, short, manly guy answers me and says that he could not host, but he know some spots in big shops around. One was a closed bathroom, never did that, so I said that I was interested. My dick was already leaking with precum, wetting my boxers as I walk. We finally find each other in the commercial centrer, he’s smaller and older than me, charming, manly, hairy, wonderful. We make our way toward the bathroom, putting his hand on my ass on the way in public. Very horny guy. i said that I wanted to play safe on Grindr, while being still very excited by bareback “teasings” and little risks, but I don’t say it. As soon as we enter the bathroom, he asks me to drop my pants and to suck his dick. He had a 6inches thin dick, hairy, with a fine man smell, and a huge precum leaking from his headcock. He’s playing with his precum with his finger in front of my face. While I’m now sucking him, making him even harder, he starts to finger my ass. I think about stopping him saying that I wanna play safe and that I’d rather not having his precum in my ass. But I see him now fingering my ass with his saliva so I just take it cool. he takes the control, and quickly turns me while I’m on my fours. I hear a plastic of a condom, And quickly feels his headcock close to my butthole. He starts slide into me, it feels fantastic, to be fucked by an older guy in a commercial bathroom. after few mins I noticed that my ass was getting more and more wet and the fuck feels better and better. Then somebody’s knocking on the door and we quickly stop the fuck, as I’m standing up I noticed his bare dick, covered in asses juices & his own precum, my asshole was so smooth because of the precum. He fucked me bareback since the beginning and he was pretending not having read that I wanted to play safe. I get a little nervous, we are completely silent and seeing his wet dick while waiting makes me even harder, knowing that it was purely and simply bare in my hole and mixing his tons of precum inside my hole. i finish the job while sucking his dick with a fantastic manly&sex smell, he cums on my face and I cum on the floor. he said that he’s on prep and he didn’t know, that i had nothing to worry. Few hours later he said that that was very hot, and he’s happy that there’s a little of himself inside of me right now. secretly, I was happy too ;-)

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.

Writing this with a nice load leaking out of my hole:-) A guy I've been trying to hookup with was finally able to get away from his family for an evening. He's about 50, 6', salt and pepper hair and beard, stocky and hairy. Just about my favorite kind. Our plans were to have a few beers, get naked and rub, suck, kiss. Nothing too intense as he's not too experienced. Fine with me, as I enjoy all that. Plus he enjoys a good cigar, so that made it better. So he shows up, and he's real friendly. I grab some beers and an ash tray for his cigar. I got my pipe going, and am already hard seeing this bear smoking his cigar. We keep talking, and I'm sitting next to him on the couch. He rubs my beard with his hand, and I follow suit and rub his hairy belly under his tshirt. I invite him to the bedroom to get more comfortable, and a few minutes later we're both naked on the bed, and I'm stroking his very thick 6" cock as we kiss. Soon we're 69ing and he's really rubbing my hairy ass as he's sucking me. He asks me to roll over, and he starts gripping my ass cheeks, and running his tongue into my crack. Damn I love a guy that appreciates an ass. I prop a pillow under my waist as he's licking me, so I'm at a better angle for his tongue, and soon I feel him slurping on my hole and tonguing me. I'm in heaven, pushing my ass back against his face, until finally I get up on my knees to show him what I want. He keeps tonguing me until I'm telling him to fuck me. He gets on his knees behind me and he starts rubbing his cock on my hole and up and down my crack. Next time I feel his head right on my hole, I push back and take half of it in me. He moaned a little and grabbed my hips, then pushes in me the rest of the way. Fuck yeah, buddy, I tell him. Fuck my hole. He fucked like an old pro, nice n steady and damn it felt good. He seemed to like my encouragement, so I'm telling him how good his cock feels, and telling him to not stop til he cums. He sincerely asked me if I wanted his load, to which I replied hell yeah try to knock me up. Sure enough he went to work fucking me harder, and soon he was pumping his load deep into my gut. I jerked my cock as he was cumming and came all over my blanket. Don't pull out, I told him, and we lay flat on bed with him on top, still in me. He stayed hard another 5 or so minutes, and I asked him to gently keep fucking me, which he did until he softened up and plopped out. I got him another beer, and grabbed my pipe, and we hung out on my bed for another 30 or so minutes before he had to get going. As he was getting dressed, I had him pause so I could lick him clean. Then we said goodnight and I walked him to the door. My kind of Saturday night- no crowds, no noisy bars, just some good ole raw fuckin in the comfort of my own home.

classy that you apologized. nice

Planned to head out to SBN last Sunday. I headed in and stripped down heading straight for the darkroom. Resting my self with my ass pointing out I waited. There was a bit of something going on already and as I looked back a guy peeled off with a hard cock and came over. He immediately slipped in and I could feel,his cumslick cock. The first pumps filled me up, I groaned and pretty soon he was pumping hard and dropping a load. I felt under as his cock slipped out and some cum came out. I started fingering myself and pretty soon a second guy came over, pumped and dumped. Weirdly as it started to fill up I had a longer wait, but three guys took it in turns to fuck their cum into me, usuing the previous as lube. Then this guy with a really chunky cock pushed against my ass and slid slowly in, my hole was super Cummy by then. He slowly thrust in and out and started groaning, I was convinced he had already cum so slowly slid back to feel that cum rush, but he was still hard. Again a few minutes of gentle thrusting he groans and again he is still hard! I am desperate for his cum by now so start to lean back and slap back onto his cock, this time he really groans! He holds my hips and slams in, that was a great load! By 5 I have had about 12 loads stand up, stiff and awkward from leaning forwards. i end up heading off to see a fuck buddy, we do some clouds and then he realises I am full of cum, he can’t get enough of eating it out of me! After about 30’ of stop start I ride him and grind my sloppy ass onto his hard cock, he grunts, groans, spasms and shoots and shoots! Best ever mmmm

I had been chatting to this guy on BBRTS a couple of times but it never worked out. However I was walking home yesterday lunch time and I past two NYPD officers on the corner of 50/10 in Hells Kitchen. One of them looked familiar - It was him! I looked at him and smiled and he had a smile on his face and I kept walking. 15 seconds later he stopped me. He was on his own. He asked me if I was free for 15 mins in half an hour. I said yes. He said he was going to swing by my apartment. I gave him my address and walked home. I got home and cleaned. 5 mins later I get a text that he was coming up. I answered the door in my jock as he requested. He was in his uniform. We went into the bed room and and I undid his trousers. He was very sweaty (like a real man) and his arms were on fire! He was already pretty hard but i get hid dick wet. He pushed me on the bed, spat on my hole and slide hid dick in and started pounding me. He was a good size. Lots of poz verbal too, which is a winner! He shot is load in about 10 mins. Pulled out and stuck his dick in my mouth to clean. Sorted out is uniform and left. Hopefully seeing his again for a longer session soon. I'm ShootInsideMe on BBRTS, if u are in NYC and want to dump a load ;-)

Part Two “I can’t believe this fucker would go suicide commando on his boyfriend after taking our strains” one person said. “Fuck yeah I did, he’s an uptight bitch when it comes to fucking” David said. The cock in my ass was pumping in and out at a steady pace, balls slapping my ass. My anger grew, but I didn’t want to reveal to David I was on the bench next to him taking toxic loads just like he was. “Fuck man, it’s hotter fucking your sloppy hole knowing you would stealth bomb your boyfriend’s ass later.” someone said. “What I am about to shoot up your hole will convert you and your boyfriend, no doubts” David was moaning harder as the cock in his ass quickened it’s rhythm of pumping his hole. The sound of flesh slapping against each other added to beat of the music playing in the back ground. The cock in me was pumping faster and harder, as it thickened. The balls were not moving as much and I knew I was about to get another load dumped into my hole. The man’s breathing was getting louder and faster, and without warning he slammed into me deep. HIs cock was jumping about in my ass, uncontrollably. I could feel the warmth of his load hitting my inner walls. He grunted and then pulled out. I felt a bit of cum run out, but was quickly scooped up by another cock head and pushed back into my hole. “Damn look at the wasting on the man fucking the cherry” someone said. “That’s the AIDS Angel” someone said. The cock slowly slid out of my hole until I felt it’s head pulling the inside of my hole outwards. It slowly slid back in. “I want that cock next” David yelled. “Don’t be greedy” someone said as the sound of flesh being slapped echoed in the rooms. David’s top was fucking his hole faster and faster. “Huff deep and squeeze my cock, you fucking necro slut!” I heard David inhale deep over and over. I mimicked his huffing until the rush was too much and I felt a bit sick. I squeezed my hole around the death stick sliding in and out. “Squeeze my rod so I can give you the gay cancer, faggot” David’s top yelled as he slapped his ass. I could hear the creaking of David’s bench as his top fucked him harder. “Fuck here it comes in your sloppy fuck hole” he yelled. David yelled as the man rammed is cock deep into his hole. “Take my fucking toxic seed, absorb my fucking death you no good cheating faggot” I closed my eyes, picturing the man’s piss slit open and his white seed of death shoot out, hitting David’s insides and starting to hiss and steam like acid to metal. “Oh fuck, oh fuck” the man yelled. “If that hole is getting the AIDS Angel, then you are the Grim Reaper” someone yelled. I huffed the poppers as I pictured the destruction of David, I saw his body melting away from the venom sting he just received. The cock in my hole, sped up sliding in and out quicker. I squeezed my hole more, then huffed more poppers from the clear tube. “Get another cock up my hole” David yelled, almost begging. The man fucking me had wrapped his hands around my nut sac and was gently squeezing it. I wanted to cry out “harder” but still wanted to keep it secret that it was me from David. My cock was slowly inching back to life, even though I had shot my load just minutes ago. The cock in me felt so good. “If it wasn’t for his cock, you’d think that hole was already dead” someone yelled “Still warm and fuckable” the AIDS Angel said. “Hell you would still fuck it if it was dead and cold” someone said. Peter grunted loudly and I knew someone had rammed a cock up his hole. I could hear his bench creaking again as the top pumped his cock into David’s hole and wondered if the bench broke under the fucking. I head a small creak to my right and a bit of light enter my room, but was quickly extinguished as the door closed. A hand soon covered my mouth and a hot breath heated my ear. I could smell the musk of a sweaty man next to me. “You weren’t the new meat were you?” I shook my head no. “The who the fuck are you” the voice said in my ear. I slowly turned my head and whispered in his ear “The boyfriend of the man in the next room” No more words were said, he just moved away and slowly went out of the room. I closed my eyes and huffed in deep, letting the rush carry me and my thoughts away. The cock was still pumping into my hole. The squeezing on my nut sac got tighter and tighter, sending a bit of pain cursing through my body, the poppers dulled it a bit, so I huffed more. “Fuckin’ gonna squeeze the last bit of neg juice out of these berries even if I have to crush time” my top said. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. My hips started to buck as causing my hard cock to bounce around hitting my crotch, the leather and the top’s hand. The only thing that stopped my hips bucking was a tongue that was licking about my hole from below. It was hitting my hole and the man’s cock as he pumped me. “Squeeze my nuts” the AIDS Angel said. “Oooooh yeah just like that, squeeze my fucking thick biohazard load into his ass” The hand was hitting the base of my ass, following the top’s thrusts in and out of my hole. I was fighting back the urge to yell out, begging for his AIDS charger. “Here it comes, dumping my AIDS in your cunt” he yelled. The man cheered and hollered. I felt his cock slam into me and his cum exploded out. He pulled out and slammed back in, repeating this over and over. “Fuck it feels good sharing death!” he said. “Fucking take his AIDS you lucky fucker” David yelled to me. My cock suddenly started to pulse and I started to shoot my load all over the place, until a mouth covered my cock and started to suck it out. I filled his mouth with my hot thick load. The cock pulled out of my ass as the mouth pulled off my cock. I heard something being spit out and hitting the floor. “Fuck, neg seed tastes like fucking spoiled milk” someone said. “Yeah, poisonous seed is so much better”

Update!! The original stud I was supposed to meet late night bailed... Another guy hit me up at like 3am on grindr. He lived about a 5 min walk away. He wasn’t very hot sort of dorky and chubby and an ok cock... but I wanted it none the less and he said he would be quick because it’s so late. As I get to his apartment he stud that bailed messages me to come over but I was already at this other guys place. He buzzes up to his apartment and stripped right away and dropped to my knee like a good cum slut. I sucked his cock which was actually pretty decent once I got I going. It was really hard and stuck stairght up towards his face. I got up after he was rock hard. And turned around and starting grinding my raw ass on his cock. I spit in my hand and rubbed it in and guided his cock right in gracefully. He Bagan to pump and with out warning about 5 min in he moans and cums in my ass. He stops for a min with his cock all the way in and then starts pumping min to my surprise fucks me for another 5 min and cums again! I loved it. I didn’t even clean up and got dressed and left. I was there a total of proably 15 min at most until I didn’t my walk of shame out of the apartment building. As soon as I’m out of his place I hop back on grindr and the stud is still online so I reply and tell him I could right away. His house was min away from the guy that’s two loads were sloshing around my guts along with the load from earlier. I got to his place right away. His house as very nice land he was hot! 40s 6’4” white, blond, and built with a large masculine frame. We went to his room and stripped down to our underware and he started grabbing my tight muscular ass and my limp cock. I was on a mission to pleae and be a traveling fuck boy. He layed on the bed and crawled up on all fours pulled his boxer briefs down and his huge smooth dick balls flopped out I could tell I was gonna good when i sucked it down limp and I was like the size of my wrist. It took him a while to get hard but I didn’t mind I was nursing on his beautiful dick and balls. He had me get on his chest and shove my cock in his face which he sucked for a few min until I starting grabbing his giant dick which could very well be the thickest iv ever had and started jacking it and slid my ass down over it and began positioning head head again my already loaded hole. It went it but stoped halfway and hurt which suppris me because I had three loads up in there and didn’t lube for any of them... but for this monster cock I decid to grease up my hole and sat back down on it and felt it slide all the way with a brief spike of pain... he wait for lik two seconds before he started pumping. I leaned back and pumped back riding his fat cock in and out. He put it all the way and and locked it there and I start riding is cock all the way in my hole for what seemed like forever before I had to adjust my burning legs and started bouncing all the way in and out again. I took a quick break and hit the poppers and sucked for about a min until he pushed back and and pinned my legs back spread them and lined up his cock. He then fucked so hard and had me hold my own legs back as he grabbed my hips and fucked all the way in and out fast hard and loud his balls slappng against my ass until he grunted and filled me with my 4th load of the evening. My new record! I still want more....it was nice to meet my neighbors...

It was a slow Tuesday night at the Hollywood adult theater in Lake City. Just a handful of guys, none of whom wanted to stick their dick in my mouth. That was unfortunate. I really wanted to take a lovely prick in my mouth, nurse to a full erection and enjoy the taste of semen filling my mouth. I love sucking dick and I'm good at it. Too bad the closet cases and "straight" guys infesting the theater wouldn't let me show them a good time. I was sitting in the gay room alone, idly stroking my cock and watching a pretty boy take a rough raw fucking from a big dicked black guy. I envied the kid. I didn't have the guts to bareback and take loads like I really wanted to. I'd only had two raw cocks cream my ass, and that was only because I was really drunk. Both times I'd been anxious for months afterwards, until I tested negative. That didn't stop me from jerking off remembering the feel of a bare cock in me, the intensely arousing knowledge that the cock was spewing cum in my ass, the feel of it oozing out of my butt and the taste of it when I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. Ah well, I hadn't been drinking that Tuesday night and would content myself to sucking and swallowing. Now, if some faggot would just allow me do that. The door to the theater slammed and few minutes later a middle-aged white guy walked in the room and looked around a bit and left. Figures, goes directly to the gay room, sees a queer with his cock out and leaves. Oh, well. Not long after that the guy came back and looked at me. He stepped directly in front of me, unzipped and took his cock out. I took my glasses off and licked my lips and he stepped forward and stuck his very nice uncut, soft dick in my mouth. At last, a fag who knows what he wants! I lovingly worshipped his prick. I love uncut cocks, especially when they're soft as they slide in my mouth. I love slipping my tongue under the foreskin and licking the head, enjoying the distinct tastes uncut guys get when they aren't too scrupulous about washing. Before long I had him fully hard, a lovely seven inches of moderately thick meat. Unfortunately he pulled out and walked away, stroking his length. Ah, shit! Tease me and walk off. Just my luck. I had just about just about decided to jerk off to the video when the guy came back and stuck his dick in my mouth again. I nursed him again and was starting to taste precum when he pulled out and sat down next to me. He turned his head to me and leaned forward. I did the same and he kissed me aggressively. I returned the kiss eagerly. I love making out with tops when they're as good at it as this guy was. He murmured in my ear "I want fuck you your ass." "Mmm, that would fun. What's your HIV status?" "I'm negative, tested last week." "Great. Use a condom." "Absolutely." He stood up, took a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on his cock. I checked and it was lubed. I stood up and assumed the position, bent over a chair back. "Let me open you up a little." A lubed finger slid in me and worked my ass, then another. He was a little rough and it hurt a little. He rubbed a thick lube in me and got me ready. Fingers pulled out, I felt the condom covered dick rub my asshole and shoved in hard. He was a hard, fast fuck, pounding my ass relentlessly. I was in heaven. He must have screwed me for 15 or 20 minutes. Finally, he humped in hard and held. "Breeding you, bitch! Knocking you up!" Those words puzzled me, no man had ever said that when he fucked me. Whatever, it was a great fuck. My ass was thoroughly reamed out. He pulled out of me and I sat down. He had pulled tissues out and was pulling the condom off his cock. I motioned to him and he stuck his wet cock in my mouth. I carefully licked and sucked him clean, enjoying the taste. Odd though, there was a tangy, greasy edge to it that I'd never tasted before. He leaned down and kissed me, smiling. "Thanks for a great fuck. Welcome to the club." He wrapped the condom with a tissue, dropped them in a nearby trash can and left. I sat with a pleasantly sore ass, puzzling over his last remark. Surely he could tell I had had dicks in my ass before. One of the guys who had watched me get fucked sat down and took my dick in his hands. Mmm, good. I'd love a blowjob or handjob while enjoying that freshly fucked feeling. We made out while we played with each other's cock. He was was large and hard and oozing precum. After a few minutes he broke off and whispered to me. "Do you know that guy?" "No, never saw him before. Why?" Do you know your HIV status? He's poz." The bottom dropped out of my stomach. He had lied to me. Never the less I responded "I'm neg, but that's ok, he used a condom." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I saw him put it on, felt it when he was in my ass and saw him take it off and throw it in that trash can" pointing to the receptacle in which I had seen the top drop the condom and tissues. The guy reached over and gingerly fished out the tissues and condom, handed the wad of crumpled tissues to me saying simply "Check it." I unwrapped the tissues and looked. The condom was broken and bunched up. I felt the condom and felt what I thought was vaseline, then stood up and looked at the seat of the chair. There was a puddle there. I wiped some up and sniffed. Semen. The guy had doctored the rubber and shot a poz load in my ass. "Fuck. He shot in my ass." "Yeah. I thought as much. He's famous for stealthing guys." "How do you know he's poz?" "He told me. I'm poz too. He's fucked me before. I wish I'd had a chance to tell you. When he fingered your ass did it hurt?" "Yeah, it did. Usually I open really easy, with no pain. His nails were probably a little too long." "That was no accident. He was prepping you for his load. Scratching your asshole and rectum so you'd bleed and be more likely to get infected. I'm sorry, but my guess is that the virus is already in your bloodstream." "What can I do?" "Not much. Stock up on soup and electrolyte drinks. If you get the flu in the next few weeks it means you're infected. Go get tested later." I was sick to my stomach. I'd just been infected with HIV. My dick, however, was rock hard for the first time that evening. The guy next to me stroked my cock. "Odd reaction to getting stealthed." I was breathing hard. I realized that taking a poz load and almost surely getting infected had turned me on more than I'd been in ages. The hand on my cock felt great and I was about to shoot. I kissed the guy next to me and whispered to him "Fuck me and shoot another load of poz cum in me." My cock erupted when I said that. I really meant it. I was free. N o need to use condoms ever again or refuse any man's cock and cum. I was infected with HIV and didn't care if I got other diseases. "I'm really turned on watching you getting fucked and infected. I'd love to fuck your sloppy hole and make it a sure thing. Are you sure?" He held his hand to my mouth and I licked my last neg load from his fingers. I stood up, bent down, and licked the puddle of cum off the seat and tasted semen, assjuice and the coppery taste of blood. Infected, for sure. "Yes, do it. Make sure I'm knocked up." I bent over the back of the chair, reached back and spread my ass cheeks. The oozing head of his infected cock rubbed my asshole and he shoved in hard. My cock was rigid again, although usually it took a while to recover. I was so turned on knowing I had a dirty cock in me and was about to knowingly take dirty cum. He rammed his dick in me, fucking me as hard as the other guy had done earlier. I was in heaven, free at last to glory in pure faggot sex with no worries about anything but pleasing the cock in my ass. He hammered in and shuddered. I could feel his cock jerk and twitch and felt warm wetness in my guts. He moaned in my ear. "Pozzing your ass faggot! Fuckin' infecting you!" My cock twitched and I squirted my soon-to-be dirty cum onto the floor. One of the guys watching bent down and licked it up. My cock stayed hard. The guy rose from the floor, pulled a chair in front of me and bent over it. I stepped up and slid my newly infected cock in his ass. I wonder if he'd heard what the second poz guy had said to me and wondered if he cared. The guy was wet and I'd seen cum oozing out of him. I reveled in the feel of his slick asshole and the knowledge that my cock was bathed in strange cum. In spite of having shot two loads in a few minutes I emptied my balls in him quickly. I stayed in, enjoying the feel of his tight butt on my hard cock. Something nuzzled my well used asshole. I looked around and saw the first guy who'd fucked poz cum into me. He slid into my ass and whispered in my ear "How does it feel to be Another Infected Dicksucker, Son?"

It's hard to believe that Brad and I were ever friends. From the moment we started living together, he became the biggest ass I ever knew. I can deal with a messy roommate or someone that's maybe loud but doesn't realize it. Everything Brad did, though, was annoying. And he never seemed to miss an opportunity to put me down. When Brad read my Adam4Adam profile, he immediately charged into my room, acting all pius. "Anything goes?!" he asked with disdain. First of all, I happen to know that Brad barebacked. We had a couple of ex-hookups in common. Secondly, why the hell did it matter to Brad? We were just roommates; and we weren't each other's type. I replied "Hey, I'm being honest. I don't hook up often, but when I do, I don't like condoms. I'm being straight up about it." Apparently, Brad thought I was implying that he hooked up often; and he got upset. Well, it was true. Brad had somebody new over two or three times a week. So, I tried to brush off the conversation. But, his attitude was really starting to annoy me. And for the third time, he insisted that I pay a higher share of the electric bill because he felt I ran the air conditioning more than him. WTF?! I had the perfect idea to get back at him. I was somewhat familiar with bug chasers and the like. And I have to admit, the idea intrigured me a bit - even though I was too terrified to ever try it myself. It took a bit of planning - but if it worked, it would be a great way to get back at Brad for being such a pompous asshole. It only took a few minutes for me to create a fake profile on A4A. I used a screename that was certain to catch a poz guy's eye: chasemenow. It didn't take too long for one of the horny guys in San Diego to respond to that profile. Ah .. just what I was looking for. A handsome hung poz guy, Miguel, messaged me. Let's put this plan into motion now. I explained to Miguel that I was a chaser and wanted to get stealthed, but that I was very shy. I told him to change his status to neg and to message me on my other screenname (which was actually my roommate's a4a name.) It took some explaining- but I eventually convinced Miguel that I was a chaser that wanted a surprise stealthing. And that it would be hot if he pretended to be neg; and then revealed he had HIV as he came inside me. I told him that he needed to pretend to be neg in case 'my boyfriend' (which Brad didn't actually have) ever read the messages. Would Brad take the bait? Two days later, Brad couldn't wait to tell that he had a hot guy coming over to see him. vBrad asked me to answer the door if Brad was in the shower. Actually, I think he just wanted to rub it in that he was hooking up again. The shower was probably just an excuse for me to see his new trick. When Miguel arrived, Brad was in the bathroom and showering, not surprisingly. I introduced myself to Miguel; and told him Brad was in the shower. I offered him a drink while he waited. "You're really cute," Miguel told me "Do you and your roommate play together?" "No," I explained to him, "we aren't each other's type." I suppose Miguel could tell I liked him since I couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his shorts. "Why don't you get me ready while I wait for him to finish showering?" Miguel suggested. I have to say that I love it when a hung guy is assertive like that. Miguel quickly pulled down his shorts and revealed his large semi-hard cock. Maybe it was because he was so hot - or maybe it was because I wanted to get back at Brad, I don't know why, but I instantly dropped to my knees and started sucking on him. I had completely forgotten he was poz, too for the time being. I was too distracted by his massive dick. I wasn't just sucking his dick. I was devouring it - trying to suck him dry before the shower stopped. It was probably a good thing that the shower stopped after a few minutes. Otherwise, I would have ended up with a poz load in my mouth. Miguel put his monster cock away and Brad made his way out into the dining room area. I had wondered if we seemed awkward to Brad. But, Brad was so arrogant, I don't think he even assumed I could have been slobbering on the cock that he was about to get. Brad guided Miguel into his bedroom, almost acting like royalty. What an ass. Miguel gave me a little wink as he followed Brad into his room. Oh .. that was a perfect indication of what was to come. I guess I knew Brad's routine at this point. He'd put on a movie .. ask his new date to "cuddle." And a few minutes into the movie, I'd hear his bed rocking. I think Brad always wanted me to hear he was getting fucked. I found it hard to believe that anyone could make that much noise every time he hooked up. Not surprisingly, I heard the squeaking and rocking of his bed. I never especially cared about his hookups before; but I desperately wanted to be a fly on the wall on this time. I ended up kneeling down with an ear to the bottom of the door, listening in for any clues as to what was unfolding. "Oh, God that feels so good," Brad said with perverse delight. I had never been more turned on. Brad was getting fucked by a poz guy and he didn't even know it. Fuck yeah! "Take that dick," Miguel answered back. Miguel must have been pounding hard, because I heard a lot of slapping noises. More moans, gasps and slapping noises followed. A random "yeah, fuck my ass!" escaped Brad's lips. "You like this big raw dick up your ass huh?" Miguel queried. I was relieved. I had worried for a bit that Brad might make Miguel put on a rubber. Brad only moaned in response to the question. Their pace seemed to be picking up. I was only just starting to realize that I had pulled my shorts down and I was jacking off as I kept my ear to the bottom of the door. "You ready for my poz cum?!" Miguel blurted out. "Huh?!?" I heard Brad respond confused. "I'm stealthing your ass, bitch!" Miguel clarified. Brad's only response was a steady yell that quavered probably because of deep thrusts attacking his hole now. "I'm about to shoot my HIV up your ass bitch!" Miguel insisted. I was about to unload too as I jacked my rockhard dick. Brad's yell was muffled. It sounded like maybe Miguel shoved his mouth into the pillow. Then, Miguel belted out a low pitched moan and one final warning, "you're getting pozzed!" It sounded like a wrestling match was unfolding. I suppose Brad was resisting somehow. He was a petite guy though. I couldn't imagine him getting the upper-hand here. Miguel seemed to be winning in this contest though because the last thing I heard him say was "take it bitch" followed by several loud slapping noises. He must have been pounding him ruthless. Hell yeah! My own dick exploded jizz like never before. I was probably blowing my load just as Brad was taking a poz load. It felt AMAZING!!! Just after I came, I darted into my bedroom as quickly as possible and into my bathroom. I didn't want to hear how things were going to go after that. LOL. That was a few weeks ago. Brad never talked about it. I gotta say .. he seems much less cocky now though. :-)

Matty was 19 and I was 28 when we met, we chatted on a hook up site, then he insisted we webcamed as awkward as that made me feel, he always could wind me round his little finger. We met for a drink and would go out clubbing at the weekend with my mates. He was a proper twink and knew it. Eventually he crashed over at mine one night and one thing led to another, he was total bttm and so I topped him and it was hot. Still insists mine is the biggest cock he's ever taken. Oddly I felt a bit guilty about sleeping with a guy so young but do it all the time now. I'm 36 now and we stayed friends over the years, he got a boyf the same age, they split up, then he decided to settle down with an older guy in his 40s. Over a tearful messenger exchange he told me he had been diagnosed positive. But they stayed together, and eventually having 3somes with his younger ex he was pozzed too. Over the next few years he was again single, he put on weight looking at his Facebook pics, and was living alone. Come his 25th though he decided to turn it around, only drank spirits (when he could afford it), and ate more healthily, and boy did he tone up. We met up last month as it had been an age. I've always fancied Matty but now he was a man not just a boy. I brought over a litre of vodka and he cooked chicken. He had stopped dying his hair and cut it short at the sides and looked hot and I said so. He cheekily lifted up his T shirt showing off his smooth flat stomach and pointing at his inguinal ligaments proudly declared 'I've got my cum gutters back.' He said he'd come off his meds to get back at his older ex for not wanting to be in touch, he knew he didn't want to see him get sick. This made me just want to look after him all the more too. The gas meter was out so we had to top up and it was gone 11 before we ate. I was off my face drunk and just launched in with a snog which was passionately reciprocated, I put my hands on his firm flat chest and felt him up, then round his back on to his ass and pulled him up into an embrace. He offered for me to stay, it was late, but drunk and embarrassed I downed the remainder of my drink and made my way home. I was so horny the next day I mssgd him on Facebook. He said he wished I'd stayed *winky face* and we chatted: - “I just wanted to spent time with you mono et mono but if vodka leads to a snog and a grope then lets do that - it is preferable! LOL” - Lol! Don't be naughty or you'll give me ideas. “ideas.... you say it like its a bad thing u started it!” - Let's have food and a proper catch up! - “you have been saying that for years!” - U need to top me next time tho - “so there will be a next time? aint a shy 19y/o anymore. I’m vers. id love to fuck u - id love to do more haha always did want to. ive learned a few tricks in a decade haha” - you look super hot as always - “I'd fuck u silly if we were alone and u were up for it. Tho im better with my hands than my dick when it comes to hitting the right spots” - Haha, ff? - “FF is mild. u wanna see my jocks and ropes. these days I bb a lot, byut Ive not had sex in about 4 months the second longest Ive gone since I was 16. See me as much as you want or as little as you want, I'm available whenever for friendship, sex, simply cuddles whatever” - you know I have always had the hots for you He said he used to be a bttm with his ex, but when his younger ex had been unemployed he decided to take charge and would top him just to hear him whimper under him, and had no problem being a top now. I was horny and wanking in the safety of my own bedroom so thought I'd push it, 'I wanna sit on your raw dick,' 'I wouldn't let you,' came the reply and I felt disappointed we’d never be that close, 'you'll sit on my raw dick only when I'm ready,' he replied and my cock jumped! Not only would we be together but he’d breed me. “We need to meet up this week, I don’t think I’ll be undetectable by then though and I dont wanna use condoms with you, so you need to know what you’re letting yourself in for” We met up again the next weekend and I couldn’t wait. We were just matey to begin, I felt a bit embarrassed about how horny I had been for our online chat, and I poured a large vodka. He was in a tight purple T-shirt and jeans, and already had his socks off at home, wriggling his toes on the hard floor in the kitchen every now and again. He invited me to sit in the lounge and he put his hand on my knee, my cock bristled and my mouth was dry. He reached in for a kiss and I reciprocated, we kissed passionately like old lovers for minutes, then he took his top off and told me to do the same. As I had my jumper over my head he stood up and took his jeans off, I could see the outline of his bulge in his pants and he quickly lost these too. 'Suck it,' he said and I didn't need to be asked twice, it was rock hard with a sweet taste of precum, and a perfectly round purple head that just seemed to fit my mouth like a lollipop. He put his hand on the back of my head and started to face fuck me, moaning how good it was. He's certainly grown up! Was he trying to Dom me now? I got up and took my trousers, boxers and socks off in one go, if for nothing more than to stop my cock straining so hard at my zipper, and got back to sucking. He reached down and started to wank me off. I thought I was going to cum. But I wanted to taste his load first. Then he took me by the hand and not speaking a word led me to the bedroom where he pushed me half into the bed. He was still standing between my legs on the floor and he bent over and kissed me again, our cocks fought like in a sword fight. Whilst still locked to my lips first his right hand then his left trailed down my legs to my knees and in one swift movement lifted them up and he looked down as if admiring the view, his eyes were on the target and he lined his cock up with my ass and bent over again to kiss, my legs around my ears. I could feel the pressure and eagerness of his cock at my hole and I wanted it. I wriggled a bit to see if it would go in. He stopped kissing me, our faces a few centimetres from each other, and looked in my eyes and said, 'I really want to do this, to be close to you, to feel inside you, and I think you do too,' I gave a tiny nod, and relaxed my head back and relaxed my ass muscles. He pushed in, I was already well lubed with precum and I was gagging for it so took him easily, he had a pretty decent sized cock as well. Time had clearly taught him a few things about how to get off as a top and he was deeper than anyone I've ever taken before. He started to fuck me, hard and fast and deep, whatever his style was that gave his cock maximum friction, I could tell he was fucking me to cum. I was loving it, and wanking with my right hand, edging the whole time, I could have cum in a second but wanted his hard sweet cock in me for as long as possible, and wanted him to breed me even more. Then he pulled out! I wondered if he had second thoughts about what he was doing, we were friends after all, but he said 'roll over' and in his eagerness helped twist my legs round. Now in doggy I felt two fingers plunge into my gaping hole. He was feeling around inside and knew where to press my prostate to make me wanna explode in an instant. He pulled out some lube from the draw still with his fingers in my ass, they were so deep I felt pinned down, and with a bit of lube there was a 3rd finger. My ass was in ecstasy as he slid further into me, putting up a constant pressure, opening me up as the width of 3 fingers increased the further up the hand. He pulled back a little, I realised to get his little finger in on the act as well, now and I felt even greater pressure, I was hard as a rock and pre-cumming everywhere. I'd never been ff before! 4 fingers in was about all I was going to be able to take when he opened his draw again and pulled out poppers. He opened the lid and took a long deep breath, then didn't even give me the bottle, just held it under my nose and told me to take a deep breath. I felt my head rush, and 110% more horny, I wanted everything he had to give me in my ass, I felt him push up to the knuckle and was about to scream when suddenly realised he was inside me, and my ass had contracted back down around his wrist. I felt so full and content and horny, I could feel him inside me like never before, like a puppeteer working a mannequin and I knew I was his. We stayed like that for 10minutes doing more and more poppers. Finally I couldn't take anymore and he slowly pulled out which hurt like hell, but then I felt his dick fill my gaping ass again before I knew it, still hard as a rock, now lubed and slick, but somehow felt deeper than his fist. And he picked up pace, suddenly slamming into me and letting out a huge groan. It didn't take me two strokes to make myself cum, and I could hear Matty groan again as he felt my ass orgasm around his cock. We stayed like that for a while and then he collapsed next to me and picked up a towel off the floor to wipe up the lube. 'I really needed that,' he said, 'and know you did too.' I just lay there my head spinning. 'And we shud play more often,' he said, ‘don’t think that's just going to be a one off, we were meant to be together, and no you don't get a choice, you're mine now.'

Here's a belated Halloween story... Ray got out of the shower and was drying himself in front of a large mirror. A sudden chill went down his spine, he might be naked but this felt unerringly cold. As he continued towelling himself, to his shock, he could see an extremely handsome young man behind him with an already tumescent penis bobbing up and down at the sight of Ray's nakedness. The man spoke... “I am an incubus, a male sex demon. I have had so many men, fed on their sexual desires. Accept your fate! You want to give yourself to me... to become my eternal sex slave.” “Look at my cock, this engorged predator penis... so unearthly, you can't look away. You are now frozen by the sight of my cock. It's so beguiling, so deadly! Can you see my cock growing? See my cock growing harder... and harder... and harder!” “Suck it slowly. Suck my cock and begin the ritual. Lose yourself and suck... lick it up and down... up and down. It's so erotic, it gives so much pleasure!” That's it, it's now as hard as rock! Take my cock fully inside you! I shall push it in long and hard. Let me fill your arse with my engorged cock! How does that feel? Feel yourself being filled deeper... and deeper... and deeper! As I fuck, and fuck and fuck you towards total oblivion. Submit to my cock! Take it in deep. Let me hear you whimper! That's it! Good!” “Know your fate! You are trapped now as I push my cock into you! You know that this will be the end of you! … and out. You can't stop me, you won't deny yourself this pleasure … and in. When I cum, I will fill you with my toxic jizz. Feel my dick pounding you and embrace your fate. I will fuck you and fill you up. You want it don't you? To give yourself to me? I will empty myself completely into you and give you my poisonous essence... you want to die for me in a beautiful orgasmic release.” “Take my whole length in! Yes, that's it! Let me take you! Let my cock overwhelm you! How does that feel now? Feel the thrusting in and out of your dark master! My powerful cock will fill you.” “In... and out... and in... submit to my cock. Out... and in... and out... you've never known such desire. In... and out... you want me to fill you! In... and out... you want me to give you my toxic spunk. Feel my cock grow ever harder. It feels so good, so intimate, so much pleasure! You ache for me to empty myself into you! You yearn for me to fill your hole!” “I will spunk it all into you! You want it all! Quiver in awe, you are enraptured! No mortal man can make you feel this way! My erotic magic overwhelms your senses. I have taken you over, you live to serve my needs! Feel my cock move faster... so good, so much pleasure! Feel it go faster... and faster... and faster... Feel me plunge in deeply. Soon my poison will course through you!” “I will destroy your body, yet you crave more don't you? Yes, you want it so much! Feel my dick go faster... and harder... feel my powerful cock up you! In... and out... leading to your demise. In... and out... faster... and harder... soon I will come inside you! I will ejaculate my toxins into you and you will feel it all pulsing inside you. I will come and give you every last drop of my poison. It will be a beautiful, glorious release!” “As I fuck you in... and out... and harder... closer to the end! Faster... harder... closer to your desire... faster... and harder... closer... and closer... closer … and closer... closer... and closer...” “Now you will scream in agony and ecstasy as my cock grows twice in size and pours it toxic load deep inside you! Feel it go up you... more... and more... and more. Feel it all, feel every last drop! More and more of my poisonous essence sending you to oblivion!” In the morning, Ray woke up on his bed naked. It had all been just a vivid wet dream. Or at least he thought so until his next check-up at the clinic. All the doctors were surprised that not only was he positive but that his viral load was already 187,000. Beware the coming of the Incubus!

It was a hot sultry summer Sunday afternoon and my chores were done so I headed out to my local gay sauna for a bit of relaxation. Don't get me wrong it is the place where you can spend hours getting as much sex as your body can take, but for me I just enjoyed meeting with friends I had made there and enjoying the sauna and steam room. Changed and towel wrapped around me I headed downstairs and sat in the steam room for about 20 minutes, there was a few men enjoying themselves and one sat on a bench who showed no interest in any one else. He had a rugby build and was quite muscled but not gym wise, a hair chest and a type of 5 day old beard which looked neat and trimmed, close cropped hair and at a guess must have been just short of 6 foot. He had made his exit from the steam room at the same time just ahead of me, the cooler dry air hit me as I closed the door behind me and my body was all wet so went to the shower room to rinse off. I was standing under the shower closest to the entrance with my eyes closed and I let the cool water run from my head all down my body, at 28 I had an average body but a natural V shape from when I was doing gymnastics and sport at school but was not a gym person as I could never find the time. As I enjoyed the feel of the water I felt a body move past me but kept my eyes closed, when I opened them to finish my shower I noticed he was under the shower head next to me doing practically the same as I did. With no towel around him I had to have a cheeky peek to see what he was packing, average but generous I thought but what struck me was just above his pubic hair was a tattoo of a scorpion and the tail part was drawn down along his cock shaft and ended just short of the head with the stinger. Certainly it aroused me so made a quick exit, dried off I headed up to the reception to grab a cup of tea and saw a couple of my friends in deep conversation so I joined them at their table. "What are you two so deep in conversation about?" I asked plodding my arse on a seat, "The American is back, you must have seen him he has the scorpion tattoo." one of them replied, "Oh yes, he was standing next to me in the shower", they went on to tell me about his reputation when visiting being calculating and sought out his prey carefully and warned me to steer clear of him as he was bad news. I thought to myself for a moment mulling over what they said as a rumble of thunder went overhead. My friends decided it was time to up and leave. "About time we had a storm to break this humid weather" I called to my friends as I past them in the locker room, thinking I would just have a sauna and head back home before the storm hit. After 25 minutes in the sauna I showered off and went to the locker room to get change as crashing clap of thunder and the unmistakable sound of rain starting to fall could be heard, the scorpion man came in to the locker room and started to get dressed. As I exited the building the rain was coming down hard and it was a 50 meter dash to the bus stop across a busy road, standing under bus shelter I wiped my face and was soaked to the bone. I noticed scorpion man exit the building and was heading towards me at the shelter as he arrived he was soaked as well, "lovely British weather we are having" I commented, he laughed and said "I should have just waited it out.". I then did the very British thing "Oh you are not from around here?", "No, San Francisco but I spend several months in the UK working." he replied and then introduced himself as Dave, he was very charismatic as he chatted. "Do you have far to go?" I asked, "Fulham about 25 minute on the bus and then 15 minute walk" was his reply, he seemed okay but not heeding my friends warning and I told him I live just 5 minutes on the bus and your welcome to dry off and wait the storm out, he hesitated and replied that if I was okay with it he would like to take me up on the offer, "Purely as a friendly gesture." I made clear. He smiled and shook my hand as the bus arrived we took our seats and chatted until we got off and went in to my house getting another soaking as we ran. Standing in the kitchen diner I grabbed him a towel and we stripped off, putting our clothes in the dryer and made a hot drink for us both as we moved to the lounge at the back of the house overlooking the garden. He as standing at the window "That is one hell of a storm." he said, "Yes been building up for a few days not sure how long it will last." I replied. By now it was 6pm and he told me more about himself and that he was here for 3 months then back to the San Fran for 3 months then back here again for another 3 months, we had a bite to eat and a beer. I have to admit to myself that Dave had an incredible likeability and utterly engaging, I moved the subject on to the scorpion enquiring why he had it done especially down along his cock shaft, he laughed "I have no idea, one of those moments in life when you want to bare all to the world and hell it was painful for a week after it being done.", he pulled down the towel so I could see it properly. "I won't be getting one any time soon, maybe when I get older" I said, "So how old are you?" he asked, "28, and you?" he paused, "35 but feel 25 at time" he laughed replying. I was being drawn to him, don't know how or why it was like a magnet and sizing his body up I wondered if it would feel a comfortable as it looked being tangled together. Just then a bolt of lightning flashed not far away and the thunder rattled the windows, Dave got up and stood by the window "Aren't storms amazing and thrilling, they send my adrenaline pumping around my body when they get so close" he was talking in a slow very seductive way as I moved to stand next to him he put his hand on my shoulder, "they breathe life and bring destruction but also provide a most romantic backdrop to be made love to." his hand slid down my back as he looked at me. I said nothing and rested my head on his shoulder as we gazed out the french windows, his arm reached further around my body and feeling a getting pulling motion I moved in front of him as his other arm encircled me and our heads rested against each other. He continued talking in his slow seductive voice my hands were now holding his arms as he began to kiss my neck gently "You are very sexy, I am very attracted to you, I want to hold and caress you and make love to you." he whispered, as he started turning me to face him his arms still wrapped around my body as I stroked his back he looked me in the eye as his face drew closer. His lips touched mine as I felt my body surge in pleasure and I could now feel his erect cock pushed against mine, slowly kissing my top lip then the bottom our mouths opened and we had our first passionate kiss. He moved his arm up and around my neck as he kissed me again parting my lips I felt the warmth as he slipped his tongue in to my mouth, I felt like I was floating on air and desired this man standing in front of me. As we engaged in a very long sensual kiss he locked both his arms around my lower back and lifted me up as my legs wrapped around his and my arms clasped at his neck as if afraid he would stop. He carried me over to the large sofa as he lowered me he kept a tight grip on me and positioned his legs missionary style which kept my legs pinned up around his hips, we carried on kissing as and our tongues found a new vigour exploring each other. His arm resumed the position around my neck to hold me and his other hand disappeared below, I felt him rubbing his cock head over my hole as I melted in his arms, slowly increasing the pressure causing my some pain and discomfort my face winced. He kissed my neck moving to my ear and whispered "Relax and let me do the work and together we will both enjoy making love to each other.", I tried to calm myself as he went back to kissing my neck I felt his cock pushing in further as I moaned and told him I wanted to make love. With that he glided the last few inches in and held my tight so we were arse to cock and face to face, his slow gentle thrusts with his cock sent the most amazing feelings through my body and he started to kiss me deeply. It felt so comfortable and loving being locked together as he quickened his pace the thrusting got harder and deeper but by now I was totally his to have and I wanted him badly. After 30 minutes of incredible love making he held my head as close to his as possible and his thrusting got faster and his breathing moved to a panting he kissed my mouth then lifted his head as he thrusted his cock deep me and holding it there he shuddered and moaned as his orgasm began and I felt the warmth of the seed being released in my body at that same time I began shooting my load clasped around his shoulders pulling him closer to me as we were both in throws of ecstasy. We laid there for what seemed an eternity as he continued kissing me and the storm raged on outside and in our bodies. Eventually we undocked ourselves from each other, "wow, that was amazing" I whispered to him, he kissed me "perfect match" he replied and continued "I had already decided when I saw you in the steam room that I would seduce you to make love with me the natural way", I looked back at him "Are you poz?", "Of course, what do you think the scorpion symbolises?". A look of horror must have come across my face as he leaned in and kissed me again. I asked him one question "Why did my friends say you were calculating and bad news?", he laughed at me as he got dressed "I choose my victim carefully and seduce them and have bareback sex with them.", stunned by all the revelation he came over kissed me again and walked out the door. I sat on the sofa listening to the distant rumbles of thunder as the storm moved on. The following day I went to work as usual with conflicting memories over the love making and deliberate act of poz fucking me, this lingered with me all day until I left work and back at home. I had some dinner and sat on the sofa looking out of the window with my thoughts for company. The doorbell ringing shocked me back to reality and I was in two minds to leave it but I got up and opened the door to see Dave standing there, "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you but I want to talk about last night." he urgently said, I moved aside to let him in. "I will understand if you hate me for what I did but I can't get you out of my head and I wanted to see you again" he paused and looked at me "actually I want to see a lot more of you.", my head filled again with conflicts as on one hand he possibly single handedly destroyed my life but the other I was very attracted and addicted to him. I knew he was heading back to San Fran at the end of the week and would be back 2 months later, my mind made up I told him that when he returns if I am diagnosed with HIV I would see him again. We kissed and he apologised again and left. The clinic was full on the day I returned to get my results and as I walked with the doctor to his room he broke the news that the test came back positive, the rest of the consultation was a blur and a further appointment was made for me to go back to check the medication was working that he handed to me. Life goes on and another statistic added to the books. The following Saturday morning the doorbell rang, as I opened it Dave stood there and I let him in. "Did you have the test done?" he asked, "Yes, I have it." was my short reply, he smiled as he looked at me held out his hand as I raised mine and placed it in his open hand. Dave moved towards me and seduced me once again. Somehow the raging storm from that Sunday afternoon had set me up with a man who I lusted after and now loved dearly as we began our lives together.

Anyone else do this? When in mens rooms, but certainly not all mens rooms, I like to lower my shorts or jeans down and expose my ass while pissing. Some times I get really disgusting looks from guys, sometimes I get guys that will pat my ass as they pass by me. A number of times I have had guys walk up behind me and tell me my ass looks good enough to eat/fuck. I recall quite a number of times in a local mens room where a guy would actually run his finger up my crack and then walk into the stall for me to follow. Got bred a number of times bent over a stall toilet. Men's rooms makes me horny as FUCK staring down the urinal row. Damn, my uncut cock is leaking like a leaky faucet.

You’re the young dark-haired man...the one from my dreams that defiles me with your eyes! I cannot resist your lewd commands. I fall back and lie helpless...hopeless...as you remove my clothing. I cry as you roughly enter me...your slow rutting gains speed and power...my nostrils are filled with your goatish stench. I want to cry aloud as your pronged organ starts to spasm deep inside me...filling me with spurt after spurt of AIDS-tainted Demon Seed. Even now, I can feel that noxious sperm beginning to multiply within me...taking me over...claiming my soul for the Dark Lord! You bite into my neck and then I feel your lips brush against my ear. “I claim you for my Master. Acknowledge Him!” I no longer seek to resist. A strange calm has enveloped me. It’s as if the meaning of life had suddenly been made clear to me. Your teeth find one of my nipples. New and wonderful words issue from my mouth, “Hail Sarah Palin! I am YOURS!” As you continue to gnaw on my flesh, I can feel your tail as my legs wrap around your waist. I pull your head up by the horns and my lips fasten greedily on yours. “Again,” I breathe. “Take me again! Pollute me with your unholy seed! Sarah Palin...I am YOURS!”

This is a seriously amazing predatory story. i really would love to see more stories involving this doctor

YES I WANT MORE. You have me hard and dripping already.

I know a number of str8 guys that are married (or have a GF) who do not identify as gay or bi, yet!, they love MSM. One of my best fucks is a married dude that hits me up every few weeks. His fridged wife's pussy dried up years ago and dabbled with other girls until one went psycho on him. He hit me up on A4A. Since we worked kinda close together, I agreed to meet him at his work place. I sucked him off in his car in the parking garage and he was hooked. He said he's never gotten head that was so intense and satisfying like how I just did him. Transitioning him from just BJs to actual fucking wasn't hard at all. One weekend, I invited him over. He seemed super nervous so we drank some wine to calm him. I had him close his eyes and I sucked on his cock until he was hard. Instead of trying to make him cum, I teased the shit out of it, alternating hard sucking and deepthroat to light licks and sucking on his balls. He begged me to finish him off so I told him I really need his huge cock in my ass. He mumbled something, which sounded like "ok" to me. I lubed up my hole and his dick and lowered myself on him in a reverse cowgirl/lap dance position and slow grinded. He didn't even utter a word about condoms. While I stroked his cock with my hole, I stroked his ego with my words. I told him he was the biggest I ever had (which he wasn't, but he did have a very decent size that felt real good in me). I made sure to moan extra loud and say some of the dirtiest shit I could think up. Five minutes past and he busted one of the biggest loads I ever felt. I kept going, juicing every last drop out of his balls. After I dismounted, he sat there for a bit, catching his breath, then suddenly got dressed and left. I thought maybe he felt awkward and didn't contact him, giving him his space to come to terms with what just transpired. About 1am that same night, I get a text from him, stating that he sorry he left like how he did, and that he felt confused as to how how a gay dude made a str8 guy feel better than any woman ever did. I told him it was cool, that who better to please a dude than another dude, and if he ever needed a stress relief session, to hit me up. Weeks passed then I got a call that he wants to meet up again. Fast forward a couple of years, he still comes to see me for stress relief. He definitely has become more confident around me, being a very dom, aggressive Top. I can tell when his wife has been giving him a hard time as he really takes it out on me: name calling, spitting, slapping/spanking, and forced sex (play rape). Best part is he always fucks raw. He told me once that it just feels so good to hate fuck his cum into my ass or mouth... ...and I agree.

The story continues... Every time Ray visited the clinic the doctors got more and more worried about his ever increasing viral load. They insisted he refrained from any sexual activity, which he complied. The medication seemed to have no effect on him. But at home, he felt his sexual libido increasing daily and the urge to fuck others was growing within him. Only the sensible advice from the doctors' prevented him carrying out his desires. But as time passed, the call for him to fuck outgrew his restraint. Ray headed off to his local sauna despite his obvious toxic state. He went straight to the darkroom to check out any unsuspecting victims. There was only one older guy in the room, who was offering his arse for the taking. So Ray took the opportunity. His cock immediately sprang to attention at the thought of violating his hole. With a hard push Ray inserted his cock deep inside the man and proceeded to thrust in and out, increasing in momentum as his toxic spunk started welling inside him. As the first of his semen started spurting out of his cock, Ray could swear he felt his cock growing inside the man, now being flooded with extremely toxic cum. As the sexual pressure was released by the release of his spunk inside the man, so a feeling of shame came over him and he rushed away to shower and then left the sauna with pangs of guilt, realising what he'd just done. For a whole week, Ray felt very anxious about what he'd done and then the urge to spread his seed came over him again as if someone were directly telling him to go out to infect others. This time Ray chose the most busy day of the week to visit the sauna. He aimed again for where the best action would be and the room was filled with people offering themselves or fucking those available. His cock became instantly aroused as he approached his first bottom of the afternoon and he plunged his dick, without ceremony, straight up the inviting hole. He felt the excitement of ploughing this hole with his still extremely toxic penis. It slid in and out surprisingly effortlessly and the excitement was such a turn-on that he was soon shooting his toxic load inside the bottom. What amazed Ray was that this only increased his sexual desire for more and his tumescence remained unwaveringly erect. So he wasted no time wasting another of the waiting holes with his magnificent member. In and out he triumphantly slid his cock towards another glorious explosion inside the unsuspecting guy. Ray was surprised at how he not only was able to keep up with his rhythm, but that as he came even more of his spunk flew up the guy than the first time. He was still rock hard and ready for more. So he moved on to the third hole inviting a good shafting. As he was pushing the tip of his cock into this guy, he felt someone else behind him manoeuvring their cock to shove it into his own arse. Ray welcomed this attention and didn't object as he found himself between two guys, one he was fucking, the other fucking him. As the guy behind him came, so Ray emptied his third load of the day into another victim. Ray was amazed with his almost supernatural stamina, normally he would be truly spent by now. But instead, he turned the man around who'd just been fucking him to give him his special treatment. He inserted his still semen coated prick up his arse and was soon soaking his hole with jets of spunk. Where was it all coming from? How was he able to carry on this way, almost possessed by a lust for more sex? Still Ray continued with no sign that he was flagging, certainly his penis remained unusually erect throughout fucking another two victims to orgasm. He felt at times as he came inside them that his penis seemed to get larger just before he came. Another man entered the darkroom and was drawn almost magnetically to Ray. He willingly offered himself to him. Ray rammed his cock right up and ravaged his hole with his ever growing cock. But what then freaked Ray out was as he came for the seventh time, his penis didn't just seem to grow but seemed to stick into the sides of the man's hole. As Ray pulled his dick out loads of sperm mixed with blood flowed out. Ray rushed away to shower himself off and rid himself of his activity. Again the pangs of guilt swept over him. Another 7 people had undergone his terrible toxic curse. Ray quickly dressed and retired for the night. Ray spent several days worrying about what was happening to him. Moreover, when he went for his next check up his viral count was still climbing to very dangerous levels. Yet, in some ways he seemed healthier than ever. His muscles were toning up, his complexion was getting ruddy and his sexual athleticism was amazing. But what had possessed him to behave in such a diabolical way at the saunas? People around him seemed to notice he had a greater sexual magnetism. There was now a certain charismatic allure about him. As the inner voice was driving him to more sexual misadventures, he was overcome by the desire to pick up a straight man and convert him in more ways than one. He went out to his local pub and bought copious quantities of drink for a known local womaniser. When the man, called Mark, had had sufficient to make his judgement impaired, Ray invited him around to his place for some more drinks. It wasn't long before Ray got Mark to beg to suck his cock that was tenting out of his trousers. Then when his cock was as well lubricated as they both were, Ray made Mark beg to take his cock inside him raw. Mark went along for a rough ride and it wasn't long before Ray's sticky semen was soaking his aching arse. As time passed so the call grew more strongly for Ray to spread his seed. First he started visiting cruising sites at weekends. He always managed to gather quite a group around him in the bushes. Men were queuing up to suck his cock dry and offer their arse for seeding. They were overcome by Ray's growing animal magnetism. It wasn't the only thing that was growing, his penis was getting measurably larger and ray was discovering that he could get it to expand to a much greater size again just before he ejaculated inside someone. Even more weirdly he found that his cock often grew like a cat's penis with spikes along the sides that could devastate the innards of any arse he was seeding. Ray realised the purpose of this feature, when he was first encountered someone who would only be fucked if he wore a condom. Ray had overcome any vestiges of moral qualms about breeding anyone with his virulent cum and happily acquiesced to putting a condom over his penis before ploughing his protected penis into the arse of this man. Ray thrust harder and harder into him and as he did so his penis grew larger and larger splitting the condom. Then at the moment of ejaculation, he thrust the spikes of his penis out, shredding the sheath and shooting sickening spunk up the now unprotected arsehole. No one was safe from this sexual predator. Ray became more and more obsessed with finding men to seed and began spending every night finding new partners at pubs, clubs, gyms and saunas. Every weekend he visited cruising grounds seeding everyone he could get his cock into. He was possessed with the desire to spread his seed. Dozens had been exposed to his toxic cum. Things, however changed after his 100th victim. Ray was fucking a lovely young twink with a beautiful arse and he felt his cock ready to unload. His cock lengthened and his ejaculate exploded inside the lad's insides, but as he unloaded he heard a cry in his head “Free at last!” Ray's body exploded and all that remained was a handsome incubus saying to the lad “I have poured my poisonous essence within you, prepare for oblivion!! Beware the incubus that is within us all!

4. 249 Station Street, Flushing, Queens Every breath you take Every move you make Every bond you break, every step you take I’ll be watching you After the massive amount of chem piss Manetti shot into him, there wasn't much more of the night he remembered. He didn't think there was any more filming. Although he was excited thinking he was a star in his first porn video, the actual act of getting fisted and spunked by Manetti was the thing he relished as he woke up. Somehow he'd gotten back to Manetti's apartment. He awoke naked but collarless, a little spaced out about the rest of the evening's events. He rested for a long time on Manetti's futon. A sheet was covering him, but it looked like he had kicked off a blanket. It was already hot in the apartment and it seemed only to be early morning. The VCR clock said seven-oh-three. He felt his butt and found it very wet and greasy. His head felt like shit and he was pretty disoriented, but got up and went to the bathroom. Sitting there, he tried to gather his thoughts. He's pretty sure he got put on a fuckbench and had been ridden by Master Drax and Jamal. His memory was fuzzy. Manetti had opened him up sufficiently for Master Drax to ram his mammoth cock into him, but funny enough he couldn't really remember it. He remembered that Jamal went at him for a long time. He was rough at first but he'd put up little resistance and they soon fell into a hypnotic rhythm that lasted for hours, literally, till the first light of day came into the air shaft. He seemed to remember Jamal pissed in him too. They were like dogs marking their territory, he thought. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but after that things got sketchy. He thought his memory of Master Drax would come back to him, but right now, sitting on the toilet, he couldn't recall anything after Jamal’s pissing. It hurt, that's as much as he could remember of Master Drax. That, and he distinctly remembered Manetti wasn't there. He released a huge volume of piss from his ass, then followed that up with a slew of shit, grease and blood. When he wiped he was alarmed by the multi-colored streaks: red, brown, yellow, pink. But he knew what he'd been in for, so why actually be surprised? His hole felt it was at least twice the size it had been. Actually it felt amazing. He squeeze a couple of times and realized he couldn't completely squeeze it shut. Overall, the lingering thoughts he had from last night was that it was an adventure he was glad he had, especially what he and Manetti shared, but goddamn did he feel like crap now. He staggered out of the bedroom, saw the back of Manetti's head in the kitchen tub, and crawled back in bed. "Hey, Mike," he managed to eke out, talking into his pillow. "Are you coming to bed?" But he was back asleep before he heard any answer. *** The front door erupted with a tremendous pounding. Chris opened one eye and determined, by airshaft light, it was late afternoon. He looked at the VCR: four-ten. The banging began again. "Mike?" he said. "You there?" The third thumping this time was the loudest, longest, and most determined. He pushed himself up and trotted to the front door. He cracked it opened as far as the chain lock would allow to discover two police officers standing there. "Your neighbor called in a complaint about water leaking from your apartment," the older of the two officer said. He was a big, red-headed guy with a flushed face and greying temples. The other officer in back of him had buzz cut and cold green eyes. “He thought the water looked bloody," the officer added. He peered over Chris head and looked alarmed. “What the hell is that?" He pointed his night stick at something behind Chris’ head. Chris turned around and was dumbstruck. Manetti was naked in the bathtub, wrist slashed, lying in a pool of bloody water. "You need to let us in, young man. Unlatch the door," the officer instructed. The buzz cut officer got on his walkie-talkie and called the incident in. They waited as Chris slipped off the security chain. When he opened the door the younger officer said wryly, "You might want to put on some clothes." It took Chris only a second to realize he was standing in front of them naked. His wasn't thinking, obviously. How could he think? He was just now only fully waking up to the horror of the scene. He looked at Manetti, colorless, his eyelids closed. He focused past him and he saw his clothes hanging on the window grate, now dry. He walked woozily over to the window through a puddle of blood-drenched water. No underwear on the grate, he couldn't remember where that was, so he just slipped on his jeans and his t-shirt. He turned around. The two officers had come into the kitchen and the younger one, the buzz cut guy, put two fingers to Manetti’s neck. He shook his head at the other officer. The red-headed officer introduced himself as Officer Bailey. Chris heard words but they were muffled. Mostly he heard he heard his own blood pulsing through his head. He tried to anchor himself by looking intently at what was in front of him. A police officer in his late forties who looked like a little league coach or Scout Master. Open face, a little flabby maybe, but still solid for his age. There was a bit of tomato sauce on his chin. He wondered what the tomato sauce was from. Officer Bailey nodded at the other officer, said his name was Officer Polanski, then he quizzed him, "Mind telling us your name, son, and who this is and what happened?" His question was nothing more than dampened words under a blanket. Officer Bailey saw the blank look on Chris’ face so he slowly repeated the question: "Your name, son, his name, what happened?" It took Chris a second to shake the cobwebs out of his head before he could pull any kind of answer together. "I don't know. My name’s Chris Prior.” He looked back horrified at Manetti. “I just came in from Los Angeles. Last night. This is Mike, Mike Manetti." He stopped in his tracks after saying Manetti's name. He couldn't continue. Didn’t allow himself to think beyond the officer’s question. "You saying you just now seeing this?" Polanski, the second officer, asked skeptically standing by Manetti’s body. Chris put his hands on his forehead trying to process the scene, then said, a half-step behind each word he spoke, "Yeah, I woke up when you knocked.” It was almost as if he was testing the ground with each word to see if they still held up to reality: "I just flew in from LAX last night. I came here to find my brother. This is his boyfriend, roommate. Was his…" He trailed off. Bailey went in the other room to search the apartment putting on latex gloves. Chris heard him responding to his walkie-talkie. Officer Polanski looked around the room. "You here alone 'cept for him?" Chris nodded. "He leave a note?" "I don't know. You know as much as I know. Is there?" They both scanned the room from where they stood. Chris' eyes kept coming back to Manetti. He had no idea what to do, had no clue why this was happening. The wall phone suddenly began ringing loudly making him jump. Chris looked at it as if it was an alien object. He picked it up. “Hello?” he said in a daze. Master Drax spoke to him in a quiet voice, "Are the police with you?" "Yes," Chris said, staring at the ground. "Do whatever they say. Cooperate with them fully. Now say, 'I haven't seen him today.'" Chris repeated, "I haven't seen him today." He gave a sideways glance out the window and saw an outline of a dark figure on the other side of the air shaft. "Don't say anything to anyone. Just keep saying you don’t know anything.” Chris got out tentatively, “O-kay.” “I'll be in touch again." There was a click, then a loud dial tone. Polanski said, "Who was that?" "I think his boss. Wanted to know why he wasn't in." "Why'd you say you hadn't seen him?" Polanski pressed. There was something dark yet familiar about this officer. Chris didn't have many run-ins with cops in Long Beach but Ben had. The area of Long Beach he grew up in was called Dogpatch. It was close to the refineries and the sprawling Los Angeles harbor. It was also an area where convicts were released. The Burger King close to his house was off limits to him growing up. It was a place crawling with ex-cons and their wives and girlfriends, to cops and fights and arrests. Polanski reminded him of the kind of cop that used to harass Ben. Ben had been busted for being underage at a local gay bar when he was sixteen. He was on the cops' radar ever since. Bailey came back in to the kitchen holding Manetti's box of drugs. He had it open, displaying the contents to Chris. He asked if Chris knew anything about it. He said he didn't. He'd just met the guy last night. He just let him crash here but that was all. Polanski scrutinized him. "What are you, kid, fourteen, fifteen…thirteen?" Bailey gave him a back-off look. "What?" he whined to Bailey, "The kid don't have hair down there. So what am I supposed to think? Maybe we need to take him in for a statement then hand him over to Protective Services?" "I'm eighteen," Chris said, trying not to sound indignant, though he was a little embarrassed they saw he was hairless when they caught him naked. "Eighteen, huh," Officer Bailey said, with a raised eyebrow. "And three month, Sir," Chris added, riffling through his wallet to find his driver’s license. He knew officers like the 'Sir' thing, at least that’s what his brother had told him. When Ben was still at home, his brother was always telling him stuff like that. Like always look for an exit, or always have a plan B, which meant nothing to an eight-year-old. Or like always have two answer for any question you’re asked, if you shoot a gun keep firing till it’s empty, don’t ever mix G with alcohol, stay in your room when mom and Carl are high—useless or obvious stuff like that. Hell, for ten years he didn’t even know what G was until last night. "Here's my driver's license. And I don't know anything about this guy’s drugs habits. Maybe he was a dealer. I don’t know." He was emphatic. "I came in late and we went to sleep, and...." "And that’s why," Polanski interjected, "you're just getting up now, at four o’clock. That don't make no sense." "Jet lag," said Chris defensively. Then quickly added, “I guess it’s jet lag. Sir.” "So you come here looking for your brother and you meet this guy..." "We wrote a couple of letters and he said I could stay with them, with him. He told me he was his roommate, boyfriend, whatever." "And he let you stay the night." Polanski had that real prosecutor's attitude he'd seen Ben subjected to in court. "And the next day you wake up, late in the afternoon, answer the door naked as the day you was born, and this guy’s lying in the bathtub with slashed wrist, and you don't know nothin' about nothin'? Come on. You gotta do better than that." Chris looked crestfallen. Things were happening too fast. Last night was a crazy sex party, some of which he couldn’t even remember, and right on the heels of that craziness, this. Officer Bailey saw Chris' consternation. He sympathetically asked how long his brother had been missing. Chris didn't know exactly. Mike, he thought, said something like two weeks. Polanski chimed in, wanted to know if a missing person’s report was filed. Chris didn't know that either. Maybe he should have, he didn't know why he hadn't. He was in California. He looked down dejected, determined not to cry. Officer Bailey watched him carefully. There was something street wise but also pitiful about the kid. "So this guy's boss calls just now," Polanski continued prosecuting his case, "and you tell him you didn't see him today, even though he's sitting in a bathtub dripping blood two feet away. You covering up for something, aren’t ya kid?" "Nick, enough with the third degree. Can't you see the kid's about to lose it? Son,” Officer Bailey squatted down and squeezed Chris’ thin shoulders. “How much money you bring with you?" Chris took out his wallet again, counted out three singles. "When was the last time you ate something. I couldn't help seeing you're skinny as a rail." "Last night Mike made me some soup. Before that I had a cheese sandwich and crackers on the plane. I don't have a plan B. I know that's stupid. I'm a big, stupid moron, but honest, officer, I don't know about any of this.” Chris pointed at Manetti. “It's the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen. And I really didn’t even know the guy." Chris felt a crippling heartbreak hiding his true feelings about Manetti, how he so callously pushed aside how he really felt about him so quickly. Like he was talking trash like this, with him in the bathtub, right there. He prayed Manetti couldn’t hear him. What a fake and a jerk he was, how right his dad was about how worthless he was. Tears welled up and ran down his face, but he refused to acknowledge them and simply let them roll off his cheeks. He wanted Ben. He needed him now more than ever. He also wanted to go and throw his arms around Mike, wake him up, shake him, hit him, but instead he felt frozen in place, a sniveling little coward. "Listen," Officer Bailey said, sitting Chris at the kitchen table. Chris stared at the back of Manetti's head. "No, look at me, son." He turned the chair away from the tub. "You're not in trouble, but you are a witness. And there’s at least this stash of drugs in this apartment. Detectives will be here soon and take over the case. They'll do a full sweep, turn everything upside down. The coroner’s also coming and will take out the body. So you can't stay here, see? Do you have anywhere you can go? A relative? Maybe one of your brother's other friends?" Chris looked out the air shaft debating whether to talk about Master Drax. He noticed Polanski wasn't in the room. He decided that bringing up Master Drax or the place across the air shaft would be a bad avenue to go down with someone like Polanski. "Hey, Don, come take a look," Polanski called from the other room. Chris heard his own voice on tape rambling energetically, "And I want to get fucked in the gas station toilet. I want that fat turd, Duke, the owner, to fuck me from behind while I'm licking the urinal. You think I stink, man? You should smell that toilet some time. It's righteous foul." Chris came into the bedroom to see Polanski looking through the camera's viewfinder. Polanski rewound the tape a bit and hit play, and Manetti's and Chris' raunchy sex played out of the tinny speaker, no visuals needed. Polanski shut it off. "Doesn't look like you went to sleep right after you got here, pal," Polanski said. "Care to revise your story?" *** Chris totally bailed on Manetti. Said he tricked him to take drugs he didn't want. It wasn't entirely untrue, and he pressed how he was tied up and not at all into it until the drugs kicked in, and then he kind of went crazy. Bailey and Polanski could see that if they looked at the whole tape, which would be really humiliating, but at least it would show he wasn't a willing participant. Polanski wasn't buying it, but with Bailey, there at least was a strand of sympathy. "That why you don't have any hair? He did that to you in the sling when you were tied up?" Chris nodded. "Shitty pervert. So Nick," he said to Polanski, "look what the kid went through. He's out here by himself, don't know where the hell his brother is, run's into this dealer who tricks him, gets him high, ties him up, does God knows what else to him besides shaving him, and wakes up to find the guy who tied him up dead. The perv probably knocks himself off in some last act of conscience for what he done, and you're ready to lock the kid up for trusting this low-life scum. Anyway, look, it’ll be the detectives’ problem in a couple of in a half hour. All’s I'm saying is the kid's been through enough without us piling on him." Polanski frowned. "Yeah,” he looked the kid up and down, “well, maybe there's something to his story." He seemed a little ashamed. "But where does that leave the kid?" Bailey thought for a long moment before he said, "Well, I'm helping you out while you and Molly work things out.” Polanski looked embarrassed. “You're camping out in Tony’s room while my spoiled kid’s off in Europe. He could stay with us for at least a day or two since Kitty and Eddie are at the shore with her ma. He can have Eddie's room. Boy,” he said to Chris, who looked back at him with a spark of hope, “hate to say it, but you look like could use a bath and a couple of hot meals. I don't see how that puts us out any, Nick." Chris looked at the two men expecting Polanski to reject the idea flat out. He looked the type who’d be a real douche bag. "What about the tape?” Polanski asked. “It's pretty incriminating.” "What tape? I didn't see no tape," Bailey said innocently. He looked at Chris, who finally cracked a smile, "Did you see any tape, son?" Polanski pursed his lips, then gave in, shrugging his shoulders. He definitely let Bailey do the thinking. That suited Chris just fine. Bailey seemed like the first nice guy he met in New York since he got here. "We're square then. So, Chris," Officer Bailey said bringing out his wallet, "Here's ten bucks. Go to get some pizza down on Saint Marks or whatever.” He added conspiratorially, “But I'm telling you, Saint Mark’s pizza is the best pizza in New York. Then you catch the seven train out to Flushing. Here's my address." Bailey wrote out the address on his notepad and handed it to Chris. "I’m right across from where the train lets you off. Me and Nick, that is, Officer Polanski, we get off duty in an hour. We should be wrapped up here and back at my house by seven. Think you can get to us around then?" Chris nodded, he definitely could. He thanked Bailey, gratefully pumped his fleshy hand. He even shook Polanski's hand. He found his shoes and began putting them on. He still felt like a fuckhead betraying Manetti, but what was he supposed to do? He certainly didn't have a plan once Manetti offed himself. As he was tying his shoelaces, he wondered why Manetti did it, wondered if something happened after he blacked out. The drugs really fucked him good. As he picked up his gym bag, he flashed on the fact that even the small amount Manetti first slammed him with, he couldn't recollect when Manetti putting a dog collar on him. That was fucked up shit. He swore that was last time he’d ever slam. He saw keys on a hook next to the door, pocketed them, and then left the officers to do whatever they do in these types of incidences. He look back one last time at Manetti who, lying there in the tub, looked almost peaceful. *** Saint Mark's pizza was probably the best pizza he'd ever eaten. He ate two slices and drank a soda, then ordered a third slice. He downed it all while sitting on a stool looking out the window at all the people go by. In one corner of the pizzeria, a TV blared a local news station running a clip of President Reagan giving a speech at the U.N., followed by a traffic report about all the gridlock the president was causing, then ran a local news item about a manhunt in progress upstate. It was just noise that he easily ignored, and instead watched the spectacle out the window. What a bunch of freaks! Punk rockers were all over the place with their spikey Mohawks and safety pins in their noses. Tourist would come up and take pictures of them, then they’d chase the tourist and demand money. Most of the time the tourist paid except one guy in a cowboy hat refused and a fight broke out. A cop came over and broke things up. On the subway, the New York circus continued. An old man in an ascot held onto a subway strap in one hand and clutched a blind Chihuahua in the other; several ladies were touching up their heavy makeup in compacts; grannies in scarves with full shopping carts jabbered away in a foreign language; a group of drunk sailors in white sailor suits piled in and got off when he did at Forty Second Street. He transferred to the train to Flushing. There was graffiti all over everything, the connecting tunnels, the trains, even every single support beam had initials or a little drawing on it. The sailors reminded him of the graffiti in the abandoned building, then he thought of Manetti and started feeling low. After two stops on the Flushing train, a group of homeboys boarded the subway car with their boombox playing earsplitting rap music and started break dancing. They were really good. Spinning on their heads, using the poles in the middle of the cars to swing around, doing complete flips in the moving car. Before they got off they passed around a cap and he put a dollar in it. The boy who passed around the cap said thanks, bro, and held out his hand for a high-five. He high-fived him and that made him feel good. A couple of stations later four older black men got on and started harmonizing a familiar Motown song. Their harmonies and phrasing were perfect. The man he gave a dollar to blessed him and put his hand on his shoulder. Boy, New Yorkers, at least the brothers he saw, were really talented and super nice. As the train went on, fewer people got on. He followed the stops on the sign over the windows, counting down to the last stop. There was only maybe a dozen people when the train finally pulled in. One older Spanish lady was talking to herself vacantly looking out the window. She didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Chris guessed she was probably homeless, clutching her paper bag of valuable. He slipped two of his last dollars into her hand. She stopped talking for a second, looked up at him and said, Dios te bendiga, then went back to talking to herself. Or maybe she was praying. The platform clock pointed to a little after nine. He knew he dawdled coming here, and the train ride was much longer than he expected, but he was still surprised how late it was. The quiet street was dark, but finding the house was easy, especially because there was a hand-carved sign on the corner of the garage that said “The Bailey’s.” The big two-story house with little basement windows he guessed was a typical house for the neighbor, but he wasn't used to staying in anything so nice. To Chris it seemed like he was walking up to a mansion. He rang the bell and Officer Bailey answered. It was strange to see him in yellow boxer shorts and no shirt, but of course it was a warm night and he wouldn't always be walking around in his uniform. “Really nice house, Officer Bailey,” said Chris, as the older man ushered him in. Chris tried to keep his eyes up, but there was definitely a big packages swinging in those boxers. Bailey was a big bear of a man, not really muscly, but very solid. He had a large pillowy chest covered in reddish-brown fur, a tattoo of a lion on his shoulder, a cobweb sketched on his elbow, and a barbwire band around his left bicep. Chris tried to steer his mind away from how sexy his thought this daddy-type cop was. They entered the living room where a Yankees-Red Sox game was playing on a huge TV. He thanked the officer again for letting him stay, but Bailey interrupted him saying to call him Don, and pointed at Polanski sprawled on the sectional sofa in his boxer shorts too, saying “and that cocksucker is Nick.” "Yo," Polanski said curtly, and went back to watching the game. Polanski shirtless was a real piece of work. Both of his arms were covered in full sleeves, and there was very little that wasn’t inked on his chest and legs. His neck too was covered. What bothered Chris was that almost all of the ink, beside a few motorcycle-riding skeletons and smoking devils, was about white power and swastikas. He had to acknowledge, though, Polanski’s body was hot. He was built like a boxer, not huge, not particularly tall, but also not an ounce of body fat on him. His head was dark from short-cropped black hair. He lounged with one arm cradled behind his head showing off a sprawling pit of black hair. He smoked a cigar and scratched his shorts a lot revealing, Chris thought purposefully though he never looked at Chris, his big pecker. Several empty beer cans litter the coffee table. Both the men look well on their way to getting pretty sloshed. Don and Chris stood behind the sectional and followed the game for a couple of minutes. A warm night breeze came in from sliding glass door and the vertical blinds slapped together noisily under the din of the game. Don asked him if he wanted a beer, and Chris cheerfully accepted. Don said there was Popeye’s Chicken on the counter and plenty of beer in the fridge, that he should just help himself, that they were very informal here which was pretty obvious as he pointed to himself and Nick. Chris put down his bag and strolled into the kitchen. He’d never seen a kitchen as nice as this. Expensive looking pink marble was everywhere, rich redwood cabinets lined all the walls, and recessed lighting lit the room dramatically like it was a movie set. There were fluorescent lights but they weren’t turned on, just the spot lights over the marble counter and little lights under the cabinets. Big copper refrigerator and stove matched each other, as did the copper dishwasher. Even the sink was copper. It didn’t seem to fit Don, but maybe his wife was in charge of decorating. He piled his plate with chicken and a big heap of warm fries. He came back with his plate and beer, happily sitting crossed-legged at the coffee table, watching the game with the two men. Through a couple of innings, his opinion of Polanski didn’t improved, because as the game went on Polanski kept swearing racial names at the black players. Chris was too familiar with these kinds of asshole that grew up around him and did his best to only pay attention to the game, the food, and how nice Don was. At the end of the fifth, Don picked up Chris' finished plate. When he bent down he noticed Chris’ stink, and suggested he should probably wash up before bed. Bailey said his room—Eddie's room—was in the middle of the hall. Nick was in Tony's room at the far end, and the master bedroom was at the top of the stairs. The guest bathroom was right across from his room. Chris chugged that last of his beer, got up and thanked Don again for letting him stay, and also for the ten bucks. He said he had a couple bucks left but Bailey waved him off. He thanked him also for the beer and also for the chicken. Don interrupted, said enough with the thanks. Thanks enough, he kidded him, would be not to have a stinky bum in the house. Chris was a little embarrassed, but scurried excitedly upstairs with his gym bag to find Eddie’s room. His jaw literally dropped open when he entered the room. He looked around, thinking, what a life Eddie must lead! Soccer, swim, and baseball trophies were everywhere; posters of race cars and football players lined the wall; and a big Madonna poster was taped to his closet. The kid even had his own cassette stereo system with huge speakers and tons of neatly filed tapes. He didn't think cops made so much money. Eddie was so lucky! This rich kid even had his own color TV, a VCR, and Atari console, with Super Pac Man and Donkey Kong boxes stacked on the TV. He hoped he'd have some time to play them. On Eddie’s dresser, a framed Little League picture showed him holding a bat over his shoulder. He looked a little shorter than Chris and a whole lot younger, twelve maybe. He had blond hair like he did, and striking blue eyes, but what stood out the most to Chris was that he had a smile so confident and winning it literally beamed out of the frame. There were other pictures of him along the walls: him on the pitcher’s mound, mid-kick in the air making a soccer goal, him and his older brother with their ski masks up at a ski lodge, him and his family at the castle at Disney world. This guy had it all. The only thing that was weird was that the man in the Disney photo sort of looked like Don, but not really, but the photo was taken from far away so the family was really small. Mainly the picture was of the castle. Chris set his faded green gym bag on the dresser next to the photo. Looking around the spotless room, with its royal blue shag carpeting, and purple high gloss walls, and white wooden shudders, he felt his gym bag was probably the dirtiest, dingiest thing in here, well, except for maybe himself. Chris crossed the hall, dropped his jeans and t-shirt on the bathroom floor. The shower was all glass and polished metal. He got the temperature to where it was nice and hot, then relished the multiple jets washing over him. It was probably the best shower he was ever in. Jets sprayed him not only from the top, but also at his sides. He was sure he stank and was grateful Don made a joke out of it. He took up the soap and really scrubbed himself down. There was some shampoo in the stall and he used that too. When he rinsed his hair he saw the soapy water turn yellow, and that made him think of Manetti. He put his back to the jets and just hung there for a while as the water flowed over him. There was a knock on the door. He called out, “Yes?” He climbed out the shower feeling not only had he washed his last month of California off his skin, but also the last twenty-four hours as well. Don rapped again and came in. He looked Chris over while Chris grabbed a bath towel off a hook. Don closed the door behind him, and said he was going to start a load of wash before the game ended. The crystal glass he held showed he had switched over to drinking whiskey, and as the man swayed, Chris smirked to himself thinking the cop would never be able to pass a sobriety test. Chris ran the towel over his legs, feeling a little self-conscious being stared at naked, but the man already had seen him that way, and besides he was a dad and policeman, so he just continued wiping himself off with his towel. The cop said he couldn't help notice Chris' clothes could use a wash, hoped he didn't mind, but he'd already thrown the clothes from his gym bag in the washer and thought he'd just pick up these and toss them in too. "What'll I wear," Chris protested as he towel dried his hair. He saw Don looking at his pits and crotch. "Boy that perv shaved you within an inch of your life,” he said. He ran a hand over Chris’ shaved pit. “Truth is, without the wife and kids here, me and Nicky walk around naked most of the time.” He winked, and wobbled unsteady out the door with the last of Chris’ clothes. Chris quickly scoured Eddie's room and realized, even though he was small, he wasn't going to fit in some twelve-year-old’s clothes. He didn’t relish the idea of being naked. Maybe around Don he would, but Polanski was a turn off. He didn’t have many options though. He slinked down the hallway to see if there was something to wear in Nick/Tony's room but it was locked. He creeped to the staircase and saw the lights were off, and the sliding glass door was shut. Don’s bedroom door was ajar with blue TV light seeping through the crack. “Hey, kiddo,” Don called out, “we’re finishing the game in here.” Chris went in and found Don and Nick lying completely naked on the king size bed. They both sat up against the headboard, each with a glass of whiskey in their hands. Don certainly had a massive package. His reddish-brown fur extended to a dark brown swath of pubic hair, with a large semi-erect boner pointing straight out. "Bottom of the ninth, New York’s up by two," Don summarized, as if it were perfectly natural two grown men to always watch a Yankee game naked together on a king size bed. "C’mere, tiger, sit by your ol’ man.” “Yeah. C’mon, sport,” said Polanski, padding the space between them. His Polish sausage hung over two large smooth balls. The cock had a distinctive bend to it, like a large banana. His body was smooth but his crotch was covered, hip bone to pronounced hip bone, by the most substantial amount of the long, black public hair he’d ever seen. “Uncle Nick’s not going to bite.” He paused a beat. “Unless you want him to. Rarrr.” The two men laughed, then as a full count was announced, their attention drifted back to the game. “Swear to God, if that spade lets him walk I’m throwing my fuckin' drink at the fucker.” The umpire called a final ball, and the batter tossed his bat, trotting to first. Polanski, true to his word, flung the glass at the TV. The shattered glass broke violently with whiskey running down the screen. It made Chris flinch, but Don didn’t seem to care. The man again gestured to Chris to come sit next to him. Chris climbed over Polanski’s tattooed legs, and Polanski put a hand on his smooth young ass and gave him a sharp slap. “Woo-ee, who’s not stinky boy anymore? Swear to God boy, you were as smelly as a sewer pipe, and we’re pretty familiar with sewer pipes, ain’t we Donny?” “There he is,” said Don, as Chris settled next to him. The man draped his arm over his bony shoulders. “Fresh as new born baby. Boy, you do clean up nicely, doesn’t he Nicky?” He ran his hand through Chris’ wet hair. “Sure does. Fresh as a daisy.” Nick leaned to get close to his skin and inhaled deeply. “Fresh as a sweet Sunday morning.” "Give your old man a hug like you do when your ma's not home." Chris looked briefly from man to man, deciding whether to play along. He decided. "That's it, kiddo," Don said wrapping his thick arms around the boy. "You're too skinny, except in some new places." He reached down and grabbed Chris' cock. Chris jumped a little, was weirded out but still kind of getting excited. The man was a big furry bear, and his fleshy chest had surprisingly hard muscle underneath. He felt Polanski creep up behind him. His hand went between Chris' butt cheeks and started pressing against his hole. Polanski said, "Eddie sure feels like he's growing up, don't he Daddy Don? Feels like he might even turn out to be a man someday." Polanski stopped as his finger slipped easily into Chris’ anus. "Ah, man, you gotta feel this pussy, Don. That don't feel like virgin pussy, does it to you Officer Bailey?" They both put a finger in Chris' hole. "That most definitely does not feel like virgin pussy." Both men laughed. Chris was actually getting hard, but then there was the sharp crack of a ball being hit. Both men looked over at the game, completely abandoned Chris' sphincter, and leaned forward in bed, crying, No-no-no-no. The batter sent the ball to center-right and it went over the wall. Three men came charging around the bases and the game was over. Don exasperated, got up and went to a fancy bar cart next to the TV and refilled his drink. "You're cleaning that up in the morning," he said to Polanski pointing at the broken glass on the carpet. "Nother one?" Polanski asked if there was another glass. Don went in the master bath and came back with one. He poured Polanski his drink, and said to Chris, "I'd give you one, Edward, but I have a bone to pick with you, young man.” He looked at Chris with mock seriousness. Chris couldn't tell if Don was just drunk or if he was into some serious role play. He guessed role play but wasn't one hundred percent sure. "Eddie, Eddie. Eddie Spaghetti," he said in mock consternation. "I want you to tell me and Uncle Nick about this". He picked up Chris' gym bag that had been sitting on the carpet next to the bar cart. He reached inside and brought out Manetti box of drugs and set it delicately on the cart next to the whiskey and vodka bottles. "Edward Hunter Bailey, I want the truth now. Where did you get these?" he asked, flipping the lid and pulling out three loaded needles. Chris was taken aback. He'd taken that from Manetti's? Was he serious? What kind of cop was he? And was he supposed to be Eddie responding to this, or himself, Chris? He ad-libbed innocence, "Wh-what is that, dad?" "You tell me, son. It's in your bag." "I've never seen them before. What is it?" "Good question, Eddie. Let's see. Officer, please restrain my son." With that, Polanski grabbed Chris' arms and pinned him face down, ass up, in the bed. "Now, boy, don't struggle or Uncle Nick is going to seriously send you into a world of pain." Chris felt his right arm being forced agonizingly up his back. He stopped moving and let Bailey pull out his free arm. The man flipped over his forearm, and he felt the needle go. In less than a minute he felt his body become flush again with heat. Polanski let him go and he rolled to his side, letting the drug roll over him. Fuck, it wasn't fair, was his last fully conscious thought, but then he was horny all over again, and he knew he was totally going to give into these men. As the drug took him over, he wanted them to. More and more he wanted daddy bear and the nazi to corrupt him. While the crystal coursed through his body, igniting his groin, he ran his hands over his cock and inserted fingers in ass. There was a wash of background noise, but he was solely focused on his hole and how empty if felt. He heard Don ask Polanski if he want it in the arm or neck? "Neck," said Polanski, "it's been a long time." Chris was feeling really energized. He popped got up and paced a little holding his arm in the air, then sat against the headboard to watch Don shoot Polanski up. A new, bent fascination had been born in him. Rather than shying away from needles, he became riveted by them. He’d never seen or even imagined someone shooting up in their neck. He couldn't even conceive of how that must feel, but he wanted to see Polanski do it. Polanski laid on his side at the edge of bed and Bailey knelt beside him. Between two zigzag SS's on Polanski’s neck, Bailey found a thick vein, stuck him, registered some blood, then slowly sent the liquid directly into Polanski's brain. When Don pulled out, Polanski pressed his neck with his finger and rolled onto his back. The man said nothing but his eyes popped open and rolled back in his head, his bent cock drool a shitload of pre-cum. Only the whites showed in his eyes and his lids fluttered. He was spasming slightly. Chris ran his hand through the man’s field of black pubes. It was like silk, yards and yards of fine silk. Polanski breathing was rapid and he responding to Chris’ touch with deep moans. He guided Chris’ head to his cock and Chris started working on it, adjusting his angle so he could deep throat the man’s massively curved cock. While Chris sucked the incapacitated man, Don prepped himself with a tourniquet around his thick bicep, found a suitable vein on the front of his forearm, rocked the needle till blood flooded the chamber, then slammed. He fell back on Chris’ hip and, through heaving breath, pulled Chris off of Polanski and crushed him beneath his weight. Chris was pinned but the heavy body actually felt erotic. Pinned, he squirmed obscenely, all skin, no hair, against all hair and rolling flesh. With enormous effort, Bailey rolled to his side bringing Chris along with him. They faced each other running their hands along chests and cocks, a study in opposites, Bailey pressing his fur against the boy, Chris rubbing his smooth skin across the man. Polanski rolled himself to the side was again sticking a finger, then two into Chris' hole. Chris pushed back against his hand and wiggled his ass till he had three fingers in him. "Baby boy, go down on daddy," Bailey said pushing Chris' head down to his crotch. Bailey was a big bear in every way. His fleshy dick was half hard and as Chris went down to suck it, Polanski had his mouth all over Chris' hole, getting it wet and ready to be fucked. The scent of wet cock sent Chris into a frenzy. It was difficult to differentiate what he wanted more, to give head to Bailey or get fucked by Polanski. Bailey decided for him. He rolled on his back and said he wanted baby bear to ride daddy bear's Big Bad Cock. Chris straddled the large man and fed his cock into his wet hole. Polanski was quick to follow the hole he desperately wanted. After Bailey had penetrated Chris, with Chris making obscene noises of pleasure, Polanski set his cock against Bailey's and with every stroke Bailey took, he got his cock in to double dick Chris. Chris' noises of pleasure turned to distressing pain, but again, somehow he enjoyed the distress. He quickly learned to stay stationary as the two men simultaneous pushed in and pulled out. By staying still they could go deeper, and did. At one point with too much motion, Polanski fell out. He immediately pushed himself back in and punished Chris by smacking ass. Chris cried out but pushed his ass deeper onto the men’s cocks. It felt precarious, that they had to work so hard to sustain the position, but it was a position that pleased everyone. Bailey and Polanski were sexually aroused rubbing their cocks against one another, and Chris relished the feeling of being torn apart by the girth of two men at the same time inside him. Their passion built on one another, as the drugs wiped their minds, they became feral animals clawing at each other, rutting in pleasure, nails going into backs, pelts of brown and black fur pressed into a smooth, hairless hole. Bailey and Chris made out while they fucked, and Polanski slapped Chris’ ass with increasing violence. Polanski rambled in Chris’ ear how he was going to take is night stick and rape his with it, ram it up the kid’s ass, how he’d take his gun and make Chris give it head. He started fingering Chris’ the tip of Chris hard dick, trying to get a finger down his piss slit. He said he was going to arrange to have Chris sent to prison to be gang raped. “Would you like that, would you like that, boy?” he breathed into Chris’ ear. Chris readily agreed. Whatever Polanski wanted he’d submit to him. The flow from Polanski’s imagination was unceasing. Somewhere during his description of being his prison bitch, it triggered something in Bailey and he nutted. Polanski was on another level entirely, rutting and heaving, not anywhere on this planet, just a mass of sensations and vile thought, desperately wanting to tear Chris apart. After Bailey emptied the last of his spooge, he started going flaccid and with Polanski pile driving into Chris, his dick soon fell out. Chris also settled down and let Polanski fuck him with ever increasing intensity. He laid on Bailey's chest while the big man stroked his hair. It was an intense combination. Bailey running soothing fingers over his head while Polanski tore angrily into his ass. Polanski had kept up smacking the shit out of the kid's ass, and as the beating became harder, the cracks louder, the more Bailey cooed and shushed Chris' stifled grunts and cries. Still, through it all Chris remained hard. Welts were forming on his ass as Bailey pulled his face down into his neck. Chris felt the bristles on Bailey's neck, and heard Bailey telling him he was alright, that it would soon be over. Chris let himself go limp falling onto Bailey, and in the background the white noise of the post-game wrap up morphed into the local Eyewitness News. The manhunt continued, said the anchor, for two convicts who had escaped from upstate New York four days ago. Bailey kept stroking the boy's hair. The men had escaped through the facility's sewage treatment center dressed as workers. Polanski slipped his arm around Chris' neck. Bailey’s mind drifted off, he repeated his cooing words to Chris. The two men were believed to have crossed into Canada. Canadian officials had cordoned off an area near the border where the two men were believed to be. Polanski wrapped his arm tighter against Chris’ throat, cutting off his airway. Chris started struggling on top Bailey and bucking against Polanski's body. Polanski mindlessly fucked the kid's hole edging closer to cumming the harder Chris struggled. It was a nasty cycle: the more Chris struggled, the harder Polanski increased his hold around his neck. Chris' hole was clenching like crazy trying to spit out Polanski, but instead is was making Polanski cock engorge larger every time it was squeezed. Chris flew into a frenzy to try to get him off and to break his hold. He rasped audibly, and in one long final lunge, Polanski was set free. He spewed ropes of cum deep into the quaking boy. He pulled Chris' head as far back as it would go. The boy's tongue lolled out, his eyes bulged, and he involuntarily released an enormous orgasm spilling buckets of cum onto Bailey pubes. His eyes rolled back in his head, his eyelids fluttered, then all movement ceased. Everything went black, his body went limp, and Chris no longer struggled. Weather with Frank Fields, announced the TV anchor, was up next.

I don't often get the chance to visit London but when I do I like to make the most of it and this was certainly true on Monday. I had already booked a hotel room for Monday evening so I could be ready for a conference meeting on the Tuesday. I advertised on BBRT that I would be hosting a hotel gangbang but only got 3 replies and of those only one confirmed, hmmm not really a gang bang so I cancelled the party and got back on line and quickly found a hook up that wanted to come visit me in the hotel. A rather well endowed black guy turned up and after the usual preliminaries we started to fuck, and could he fuck, after about 5 minutes my arse was so his and I was really feeling his throbbing cock rubbing the insides of my anus and making me precum. He eventually came and deposited a nice load deep inside me. After refreshments and chit chat we went at again and again, three times he fucked me long and hard then he had to leave. Well the night was still young so I got myself ready and walked to the Vault for naked night. There was a good crowd of mixed guys and I soon immersed myself in amongst the crowd getting fucked almost immediately bent over one of the barrels in the play area. After this an Arab looking guy took a fancy to me and fucked me with his nice cock for a while before we both got hot and needed some cool air. He later found me round by the cubicles and had me bent over in the corridor fucking my arse and soon I also sucking a juicy cock, meanwhile the Arab guy was offering my arse around and I'm pretty sure there were two takers before he finished off by cumming in me. Well I thought that was that and was winding down when I was hit on again by a scrawny guy with mediocre cock and I thought why not, lol. And that was it for the night. Next day I went to the conference and it finished earlier than I expected so made my way to Chariots Vauxhall where it was bloody slow to be honest but still managed to get fucked and loaded twice more before having to head for the train and home. So all in all, not a bad 24hrs in London all bareback with no sign of anyone wanting to use a condom...

I wasn’t sure if I was going to hear back from the latest guy I had met. I’ll call him Ford. He works out at my gym (although I’ve never seen him there). We met through a site, I am cool with texting, but he wasn't big on texting, so I thought he might not be particularly interested in meeting up again, or at least not on a very regular basis. This morning, however, he telephoned me at 6:30 inviting me to come over to his place. I replied "Fuck, Give me an hour!" "An hour?" he responded. "Yeah, an hour. I've gotta clean-out before I leave," I explained, even as I thought to myself I was glad I regularly use fiber supplements as they make the clean out fast and easy. By 7:30 AM I was at Ford’s condo. I let myself in, leaving my shoes at the door, and went up to Ford's bedroom where I found him nude in his dark skinned sexiness, laying face down to on the bed. I quickly get undressed, spread his legs and start eating his ass. It took but a few seconds for my dick to go brick. Lubing him with Vaseline, I pulled my foreskin back, lined my cock head with his hole and slid in, loving the sensation of thrusting in and out of his ass which was juicy and wet. After several minutes we traded off and he pushed his fat eight inch dick into my ass hard! We went back and forth several times, each time his ass got me close to busting, but he didn't want me to cum yet. Likewise, when he was pounding my ass we took several breaks because he was on the cusp of blowing his load. More in a little while. In an earlier conversation I had told Ford about Andrew, another hot guy I had met online, and who also works out at the same gym which Ford and I use. Andrew is Black, has a goatee, is bald, tall, lean, muscular, and has a big dick. Ford asked how I knew about Andrew's big dick, so I explained I had seen it in the locker room, as well as on Andrew's A4A profile. Ford responded he thought he might know Andrew, and if so, he might see if Andrew was interested in a threesome with the two of us. I figured there was a fat chance of it happening as as I had been trying to meet Andrew for over a year - with no success.

I get what both of you are saying. Believe me, I rather be with a partner with whom I "click" with on every level, including sex. And I agree that sex is an important part of a relationship. But those (the total package) seem hard to find and it's not everything. At this point in my life I think I'd rather be with a soulmate without the sex (and both get that somewhere else) than be with someone who satisfies every single sexual need I may have but get into arguments and feel annoyed about (and him about me) because we don't click on other levels. Irritation is a killer. Maybe I feel this way because I'm older now and I have been a slut since I was 17? I have been whoring around for so many years that maybe I am looking for something more at home if I wouldn't be single? And if that means having a partner who I can have everything with I want/need, except sex, I would be more inclined to accept that? Sex is great and I'm addicted to it, I readily admit that. But sex can be found somewhere else. And also there you need to be on the same level. I have been in only in one relationship, when I was 27. My ex-bf had it all: goodlooking, rich (well, a lot richer than me, I just graduated and just started my first job), great job, well connected socially, and a big 9" dick. I ignored the fact that he could be obnoxious and look down on people who weren't on the same social level. Thought that would change or didn't even recognise that at the time. Only realised after I moved in and were living together that it irrtated the hell out of me. Among other things I hadn't noticed before, e.g. domestic stuff, certain views I didn't realised he had). And he turned into a cold fish in bed with a sex drive way below mine. From then on it only lasted a year before we broke up. I had given up everything when I moved in and had to start from scratch when it was over. Had cold feet getting involved with someone ever since. This experience probably has probably ruined me for a long time when it comes to relationships. It was a mistake from the beginning but you only realise that later. So, having a relationship with a sexually incompatible but loving partner and soulmate and having fuckbuddies on the side for sex doesn't seem like a bad idea to me even though the total package is to be preferred. As for the "shopping list" (although I know you didn't mean it that way tallslenderguy) I thought about that. Still have to be attracted to him physically (face, body) even though we do not connect sexually. Comfortable together (even though you may not belong to the same social circles). Be on a similar level intellectually, views on life, similar interests, leave each other free to do things on your own (don't smother each other), be independent, be best buddies. Maybe too much to ask...?

Fuck yeah. Give us more of this depraved doctor and his lucky patients.

yes I loving it I want more

Stunningly engaging and stimulating

First night of Augusta was a success. Took 7 loads in the maze and then came back to the room with a guy who had never done T at all and ended up both slamming. Looking forward to Cumunion tonight. Hit me up Augusta pigs.

I love the old William Higgins and the old Falcon videos. I'll never forget when I was living in San Francisco in the early 80's. I walked into a the Camera Store that Harvey Milk owned in the Castro. Falcon porn star Roger was working there. When he approached me to ask if he could help, I nearly fell over. I felt the same when I met Jack Wrangler on an airplane. Woof!

FREAK SHOW I needed to get out of the house. I needed some fun. It had been two weeks since that asshole packed his bags and left, with no fucking reason. I wanted to get away from the memories inside my condo. So I get ready, ready for anything and headed out, driving around the city for a while, not wanting to head to the bars. They were predictable and filled with people that new me and the ass hole. So instead I jumped on the interstate and headed west. About thirty miles outside the city, I saw a sign for a traveling carnival. Not the fun I had prepared for but a good distraction for my pain, maybe I would laugh. I exited and found the parking lot, which was just a big empty field that was filling with cars. I was directed by a man with a flash light to the next empty space. He walked up to my car opened window. When I turned to the window, I came face to face with his crotch. I could see a long tube snaking down his left leg. “Ten bucks to park,” he said. I pulled out a ten and handed it to the man. Before I could pull my hand back in he thrust his crotch toward my hand, pushing his bulge against it. Fuck, my mind wondered if that actually happened. Apparently it had as the attendant bent down, looking into my window. He was handsome, jet black hair with just a little grey at the temples, his eyes were blue and had a thick salt and pepper goatee. I could see inside his shirt, which was hanging open at his neck, revealing a jungle of black hair on his chest. “Looking for some fun?” he asked. “Yeah man, any kind of fun.” “Oh I know what kind of fun you need” he said, squeezing his crotch. I just smiled. “Inside the gate, look for a guy in a black T, it will have a red cross on the right chest” he said. "I'll give him a call on the radio him to tell him to look for you.” With that, he walked away, pulling a radio from his hip and speaking into it. I rolled up my window got out and headed to the gate. There were people every where but I could still see the hot men, their crotches and their asses. Some were in groups of other men, while others were with families. At the gate I paid my entrance fee, and went it. I looked for the guy and instantly found him. Shit, you really could not miss him. He was a massive muscled man, his shirt was straining to hold back his chest, shoulders, and arms. I moved through the flow of people entering, making my way to him. When he saw me, an evil grin formed on his face. Something told me I was in for some trouble. “Ready for your fun?” he asked as I approached. I nodded 'yes'. “Follow me.” We moved through the crowds, passing rides, games and food. We turned next to the fun house and entered a door near the back of the trailer that was the fun house. It was dark, and I could hear laughter coming from inside. With a flick of a switch the small room dimly lit up. In front of me was a window, I could see people passing by pointing and laughing. Some screamed. I started to get nervous, asking myself 'What the fuck is this'? The muscle man, stood next to me and removed his shirt. His pecs were massive, like boulders, smooth and tan. I watched him unbutton his jeans, then popped all the buttons on his fly. He was completely smooth, no crotch hair at all. I could just see a little of the base of his cock and the metal cock ring. What really caught my eye was the tattoo where his hair would be. It was a scorpion, black with a touch of red. He moved behind me and pulled my shirt over my head. Reaching around me, he opened my shorts and dropped them to the floor around my ankles. I was still watching the people on the other side the window. A family had stopped and was just staring, as if they were shocked on what was going on. They jumped and then started to laugh. What the fuck? I could feel his hand on the waist band on my underwear, tugging them down, until they joined my shorts at my ankles. “Shouldn’t have worn those,” he said. I kept looking forward through the window, as I heard his jeans drop. He was rubbing his cock up and down my crack. My cock was rock hard, my head was spinning. I wanted this so bad, yet I wanted to run. He dropped to his knees, placed a hand on each of my ass cheek and spread my crack open. His hot breathe was blowing directly on my hole, causing it to pucker and twitch. "That's it, baby, wink at me,” he said, “show me you want it.” He slowly began to lick my crack, up and down, using a force so strong I had to brace myself against the glass. His tongue found my hole and began to lick it round and round, until pushed into to my hole, tongue-fucking it. I moaned loudly as the people moved on the the other side of the window. At this point I didn’t care who was watching. The man’s tongue slid further into my hole. As good as this felt I could only imagine that his cock would feel like and I was soon to get to know exactly what that felt like. He stood, dropping his hard cock onto my back. I heard him spit, only to feel him lift his cock. I looked over my should to see him wiping the spit on his engorged cock. The cock ring had his cock so hard and thick it looked almost purple. It was massive in girth. "Got a condom?” I asked. "Don’t use them.” “I don’t get fucked with out them.” "You do now” he said, putting his wet cock head against my wet hole and pushed. I tried to fight but he wrapped his free arm around my waist holding me in place. My hole gave way and his raw cock slide in. I tensed up from my hole being stretched open. The pain was intense as his raw cock moved in deeper and deeper opening my hole wider. I felt like I was ripping open. He continued to push in as I held my breath. "Breathe. It will make it better.” “Please take it out. I only fuck safe, man. I don’t want this.” "Relax baby, it’s going to be okay. I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, pausing only to finish his sentence with the word "much." His cock slowly moved back, pulling out until the ridge of the head of his cock was pulling at my hole, then he pushed back in, until I felt his smooth abs against my hole. Over and over he slowly moved in and out of my hole. The pain started to turn to pleasure and I let a moan escape from my throat. “See baby, I knew you would like it.” He picked-up speed, his cock pumping in and out of my hole. He gripped my hips tightly as his balls began to slap against mine. I licked my lips. Holy shit this was hot, this was good. I had almost forgotten he was fucking me raw. Then it hit me again. I couldn't do this. “Fuck man, take it out and put on a condom, please,” I pleaded. “Too late, man. I leak fuck juice like crazy. It's in there mixing with your ass juice. The damage is done.” I tried to push off him, but he had my hips in a death grip. The pain had returned with a vengeance. “Won’t be too much longer and you will get a big shot of poison.” He pounded me harder and harder, my fate was sealed. I watched the people laugh and point in my direction on the other side of the window, as tears ran down my face. I knew I found trouble. “Here it cums! Take that toxic seed, baby.” He pushed up against me, his cock jumping in my ass as his legs shook behind me. He was right. it was too late now. The damage was done. As he had said. He withdrew his cock and I tried to straighten my back, but he stopped me, saying “Nope, stay just like that for a sec.” I could hear noise behind me but didn’t know what was going on. He pushed some thing against my hole and it popped in. “Got to keep that in. Don’t want to let that poz seed escape before it works it’s magic.” He stood behind me and laid his chest against my back as I reached for my shorts and underwear. "Oh, by the way, the visitors couldn’t see us from out there. It's a two way mirror.” I grabbed my underwear to pull them up. I only had reached my knees when I hear the click. He was holding a switch blade. I panicked. He reached down and cut my underwear off me, sniffing them and tossing them aside. "You don’t need those. Now, get dressed. I want you to meet someone.” We both dressed and left the small room of the fun house and moved again through the crowd.

what a gift. thank you! More please, Sir, may we have some more?

Two loads in my ass yesterday... #1 was a guy who I often have breed me first in line. He’s not hot, doesn’t have a great dick, and doesn’t fuck particularly well, but he’s close by and always shoots a huge load up my ass. Perfect guy for lubing me up on the way to play. Yesterday was no exception. From there I went to a bookstore here known for its barebacking and gloryholes. Immediately found this black guy with a huge tool openly stroking it in the arcade area. Invited him into a room and started sucking. Didn’t take him long to reach around and finger my super cummy hole. He just moaned “that’s what I want” and spun me around. Fucker slid that huge tool right in and used me good. Had a few guys watching through the gloryhole as i took this truly random big black raw cock in my ass. He took his time too. Hands on my shoulders, cock all the way in, poppers pretty much continually on my nose. I kept begging for his load and he eventually got close. Asked me if I was clean before he bred me and of course I said yes. I asked him and he of course said yes but we both knew it didn’t matter. He bred me deep and held me down on his cock a while. No one else there that was interesting so I went home. Later once the loads started falling out of me, I came to realize that I was bleeding pretty good. Fucker ripped me in two. Great slutty fuck.

I want to start this part out with a huge apology to everyone for the delay in getting out Part 5. This, as well as several more chapters, have been sitting on my desktop in various levels of completion, and as much as I have wanted to, I just simply couldn’t devote the time they deserved until this week. Lately, I’ve been dealing with major things at work: we’re down several staff members, new software at work, working 60-80 hour weeks, and there has been major flooding near my work. I've also had some issues at home, also linked to the major flooding in Kansas City in the past few weeks, as well as a few recent health issues, family emergencies, and to top everything off, I was in a pretty bad accident 2 weeks ago. I and another person got t-boned by a meth head (he was found to have meth and narcotics in his system) on the highway and now have to deal with that. Because this person realized I work in medicine (and drive a nice car), and the other woman he hit is a somewhat prominent business owner, he’s decided to make matters even worse and try to sue both of us, claiming we were to blame for his accident. Now, we’ve both been in communication with our lawyers, who have also been in direct contact with each other and the police, and I’ve been assured the case will be thrown out. But this too has taken a lot of my attention away that, if I had my way, would be directed to this story. I’ve had to also buy a new car this last week which finalized with insurance last week, and now I have finally had a chance to sit down for more than a few minutes. So now I finally find myself with time to write tonight and several other nights this week. The next few chapters are already planned out and being written. Hope you enjoy. -- PART 5: Ups and Downs My ass felt empty as I felt the cock deep in my hole pull out, leaving a gaping hole as the previous guy humping my ass dumped his load and stepped away from the glory hole. I could feel the numerous loads, well mixed in my ass by constant assault on the formerly tight tunnel, slowly drip out of me, sliding down out of my crack, along my taint, and then drip off my balls. I looked down at the growing puddle on the floor below. I let out a moan, escaping from my mouth uncontrollably at the loss of the pleasant stretch the massive cock gave my ass, my voice getting louder as another faceless stranger stepped up and mercilessly slide in, shoving the previous load deeper inside of me. Looking up, I opened my mouth to let yet another guy shove his cock into my mouth. I slurped on it, relishing as the precum dripping from the uncut meat coated my tongue and throat. The salty, musky taste was like ambrosia to my taste buds. Happily, I sucked harder, trying to suck the cum out of the guy’s balls, enjoying how on each stroke he got deeper. I swallowed, making him grunt in appreciation and fist my hair in his hands, pulling my face down to forcibly fuck my mouth and throat, gagging me ever so slightly. The cock in my ass stabbed my ass hard, slamming against my prostate. Chills of ecstasy shivered through my body, sending surges of pleasure down my confined cock and balls. I could feel yet another load of cum boiling in my balls, begging for release. Precum flowed like a leaky faucet from my dick, forgotten in my quest to please every cock offered to me, my dick slowly dripping and adding to the puddle below. I was in pig heaven, feeling as someone grabbed my balls and cock and jerked on them. I moan around the cock deep in my gullet as the new stranger tugged on my balls and began to suck my cock. I felt my orgasm slowly building to the edge of climax when suddenly I heard a loud ringing to my right. Opening my eyes, I blearily looked at my phone, buzzing and lighting up as it continued to ring, waking me up from the wonderful dream I was having. “God-fucking-damn it…” I muttered, my cock aching from being on the verge of release from my wet dream, and now angry at the interruption of my dream. Reaching over, I pulled the phone off its charger before answering it with a tired hello. “Hello, Dr. Harding? This is Amal,” the voice on the other end replied. Tired, my mind tried to put a face to the name until I finally remembered the Indian guy from the evening before, “I’m calling on the behalf of maintenance. They wanted to know if it would be possible to install your washer and dryer sometime today?” Letting out a silent yawn, forcing myself to sit up. Rubbing my face I looked at the clock, proudly displaying 11:15 am. “Sir?” Amal asked after I didn’t reply for a few moments. “Sorry, I just woke up,” I explained, slowly standing up and walking towards the bathroom. I shivered slightly at the cold air of the apartment on my naked body and winced a little as I took my first few steps, feeling my hole ache from the previous night’s events. “Um… I guess I can do that. What time are they wanting to install it?” I asked, worried I would have to rush to get ready and dressed. “I’d have to check, but with the change in weather, they’ve been busy with switching over to heating. But we plan on it being between 4 and 6 this evening. Would that work for you?” Reaching the bathroom, I flipped on the lights and turned on the faucet. “Uh, sure. That’s fine. I’ll probably just be running errands. Thanks for the heads up,” I replied, hanging up the phone and setting next to the sink. I stared at my face in the mirror for a few moments. A little tired looking, some bed head, but otherwise the same old reflection stared back at me. Nothing to let on the twisted sex I had happened the night before. Letting out a tired sigh, I cupped my hands under the faucet and rinsed my face off. Shutting off the water, I dried my face, and went to my duffle bag and unloaded all my bathroom supplies. Looking through the bag, I noticed I was down to my last clean pair of clothes, suddenly glad that I would be getting a chance to go get more clothing from my old apartment and clean my dirty clothing. Grabbing everything for a shower, I walked back into the bathroom, letting out a slight smile as I felt a bit of cum work its way out of my abused hole. I must still have a ton of cum trapped in my ass from the night before, I thought to myself, and getting a nasty thought from my wet dream, I pushed out slightly and felt more leak out and slowly leave a slimy trail down my leg. I reached into the shower and turned on the water, fiddling with the knobs and stepped away, waiting for the water to warm up before turning around and looking at my ass in the mirror. Bending over slightly, I pulled my asscheeks apart and stared at the scene. My asshole looked puffy and red, worn out somewhat from the repeated abuse the night before and a trail of cum slowly oozing out. “Fuck…” I breathed out, watching as I pushed more cum out of my hole and watched as it dribbled out. Reaching back, I ran my finger across my hole, loving the feeling of the tender, puffy lips and pushing some of the cum back inside. My cock ached in response as I shoved a second finger in. I pulled both fingers out, and without a moment's hesitation, shoved them into my mouth, copying what I had done the night before. I enjoyed the taste, having had the two loads marinate inside me overnight. I forced myself to stop, remembering the errands I had to run, and turned my attention back to the shower. Happy it was finally getting it to the temperature I wanted, I stepped in and let the water beat down on my head. Placing one hand on the tiled wall in front of me, I let my mind drift to the event of the previous evening. My cock quickly hardened as I slowly fingered my ass more, coaxing the two loads dumped inside out, looking down and watching as they dripped onto the tile below, sitting there before quickly mixing with the warm water and disappearing down the drain. Both men must have cum a ton as it felt like my ass was leaking a ton before finally stopping. My ass-lips felt slightly puffy, and deep inside my hole ached in the best possible way. I definitely had to admit I loved getting my ass used, something that with Matthew was to be tolerated out of an act of love but had never been enjoyed with reckless abandon like now. Everything I had read was apparently true. Bareback really was that much better. The feeling of skin on skin as an uncovered cock was shoved into a hole, forcing it open, and stretching it out with every stroke before finally spewing a hot load of thick cum it up was something I knew I was going to have to continue to have. Grabbing my soap, I began to lather up, washing my torso slowly before moving to my ass, cleaning it thoroughly before moving on to my cock. Satisfied I was clean, I slowly washed the soap off. Steam filled the small space, and took a deep breath in, enjoying how the moisture felt on my dried out sinuses from the late fall air. I let out a cough, feeling even more of my previous night’s events. My lungs burned slightly, not used to my newly picked up kink. Instantly, I started thinking about puffing away on the thick dark cigar. Sucking hard on that burning stick, feeling the hot thick smoke flow down my throat and fill my former pink healthy lungs, likely turning them as black as the color of the cigar I had shoved in my mouth and hauled on. Feeling the heady rush as the nicotine oozed out of the tar left behind, flooding my veins, slowly addicting me. Then, watching with pure satisfaction as the thinner, warm smoke drifted back out of me, filling that small space the night before out of my mouth and nose, it’s absence making me want to inhale deeply again and again until I felt my balls unload. With a chuckle, I realized I suddenly wished I had a cigar at that moment firmly placed in my jaw. With a sigh, I forced myself to shut the water off and step out, shivering as the cold air hit me like a wave, causing my massive hard-on to quickly die. Drying off, I got dressed, and after a quick once over, I collected my wallet and keys and made my way out of the building. Stepping outside, I zipped my coat up and shoved my hands into my pockets, unpleasantly surprised at the increasing chill outside. Walking down the street, I stepped into one of the coffee shops, and after a few minutes, exited with a steaming cup. I took in more of the local shops before my eyes stopped at the shop next to me. ‘Whitehorn’s Sportsman Gallery’ the sign read, and in the window were rows upon rows of different cigars, pipes, and various knickknacks meant for decorating a man cave. I stood there, staring at the different cigars and pipes, debating with myself. My heart started to race, and my cock stirred in my jeans. Thoughts of both the night before as well as my night with Jackson flashed in my mind. The burn in my lungs returned, my mind almost begging for the feeling. I enjoyed smoking the cigars. Hell, looking more and more at the large and various sizes of pipes, I could even see myself smoking one. But after a second, adding the exception of only if I had someone to show me how. Everything in my medical training though told me that I shouldn’t go down this route. It was a bad habit, one that’s hard to quit. Smelly. It was dangerous and taboo. I could get cancer. Smoker’s lived shorter lives. Had various other health problems. But the similar things could be said about barebacking. And I had already let three different guys cum up my ass. It was dangerous too. And taboo. And I already knew I would likely not stop barebacking. Finally, I decided to walk in, telling myself I would just look. Immediately, I was greeted at with the sweet smell of the aged tobacco of the cigars and pipes. In that instant, I knew I would like not be leaving here without making a purchase. A younger guy, puffing away on a pipe smiled at me as the door shut behind me, suddenly shutting the outside traffic noise as classical music drifted down from the speakers above. “Hi, I'm Eric. Welcome to Whitehorn’s. Can I help you find anything in particular?” the guy behind the counter replied, a smile on his face as he pulled the pipe from his mouth. I looked at him and took him in. He was in his early 20s, with a somewhat chiseled face, nice body, slicked back black hair, and muted hazel eyes. He was kinda hot, if not for the slightly dorky bow tie, button up shirt and slacks with suspenders I imagined were part of the uniform for the store, due to the old fashioned nature. Looking around, gave a quick smile and debated internally for a second. Should I lie, and say I was looking for a gift for someone on cigars, or tell the truth and say I was looking to get into cigars myself? Quickly, I decided to split it down the middle. I could get into cigars and also repay Jake for the cigar from the night before. “Well, I’m here for a few things… A gift for a friend and also looking for something myself,” I explained, going into detail what I was looking for; A gift of some nice dark, larger cigars, which I hoped would be close to the one I shared with Jake. I quickly learned that type of cigar to be ‘maduro’ as well as getting into cigars myself as I broke into a long conversation with Eric. After a while, he stepped out from behind the counter. With a smile, Eric led the way, leading me to a massive room behind several glass filled doors, and I was greeted with floor to ceiling displays of cigars and loose tobacco. As he showed me the different things I would need to get into cigars, I slyly checked him out, noting the shape of his ass, the slight bulge in the front of his pants, as he occasionally took a puff of the curvy pipe in his mouth. I was glad to be wearing a coat, as my cock kept getting harder and harder, and had to be obvious through my jeans. The outfit he was wear started to grow on me, as it left very little to the imagination, while still giving him a classy look. After about an hour, I was checking out, having picked up several large ring darker cigars, a brand called Asylum according Eric, as well as a small selection of several other different brands, shapes, and sizes of different cigars, a lighter, a cutter, and even a small humidor to store them in. Along the way, Eric had removed the pipe and demonstrated the way to cut and light the cigars, having me try as well. He seemed impressed I had picked it up so quickly and said I looked great with it. The compliment struck me as odd, but I struck it from my mind as likely just being polite and helping get a sale. Watching as he hit total, I let out a slight hiss as I saw the total price. Almost $600. I never realized how expensive it was to smoke. Seeing my reaction, Eric gave me a small frown. “Since you're a new customer, I’ll give you a good discount. The owner likes to have repeat business and usually doesn't mind if I do it. Just tell me you’ll be back in?” he asked, easing my mind slightly as I saw the price drop quite a bit. Letting out a small breath of relief, I let out a small laugh. “Sure, just gonna have to be careful. Cigars are expensive!” I replied, pulling my wallet out and handing over my debit card. “Damn, a doctor, huh?” he said, looking up from the card at me, “I thought you guys raked in the cash. Parties on yachts, drinking champagne and dancing with plastic surgery patients and such.” With a slight groan, I rolled my eyes. “Well, with ‘great’ income comes great student loans,” I explained, going into detail about how classes for the cheaper school I picked was still way outside of my parent’s savings for college which meant taking out a ton of loans, then going into how I was still in my internship and not making as much as I would normally. And how I only would once I decided on a specialty… if I picked any. “So… yeah… unless you’re a plastic surgeon or get a really good residency in a high paying field, you don't make as much as people think you do. I make just enough to pay all the bills, and put aside a bit extra. I’m comfortable, but hell, I don’t even have a car. I think I’ll probably only buy these once in a blue moon, just based on cost.” “That’s why I smoke my pipes,” Eric replied, taking a large puff on his pipe before letting out a large nose jet. My cock throbbed and I swallowed with a loud gulp, watching as this hot guy produce huge clouds of smoke before me as he continued, “Don’t get me wrong, I love cigars. They taste great, and can really make for a fun evening out and about. But pipes? Reusable, and the tobacco is usually cheaper. Lots of different types to choose from too. And makes for a very… enjoyable evening at home or out on the town. Also, less people complaining about the smell. It takes a little bit of a learning curve, but I’d be happy to help you out one on one if you ever want to start up with them. Anytime you wanted.” With that, he gave me a wink. Is he making the moves on me? I asked myself, trying to mask my surprise. I watched as he turned around and packaged everything up. I took a peek down at my watch, I let out a small curse. Handing me the bag, Eric gave me a questioning look. “I… uh… I have to run to my old apartment first… and grab my things before I run out of time…” I explained lamely, doing the mental math. If I left now, I would have just enough time to get to the old apartment and pack up a few boxes of clothing before Matthew would be home. I really didn't want to see the cheating bastard, much less talk to him. If I left, I could grab a quick bite to eat near the old place, and grab the things I needed and leave. No talking, not awkward meetings. We were done, and I was ready to move on, I told myself. Hell, one could argue with all the anonymous sex, I had moved on. One could also make an argument I was trying to avoid the subject and filling it with sex, but… well, fuck them. I was enjoying myself, and I deserved it after giving up a better part of my life on that cheating bastard. “Oh! I can hold these for you if you want!” Eric said, letting his hand linger on mine for a few moments before taking the bag and moving it to the counter behind him again. The action pulled me out of my small argument with myself and I stared at him. He flashed me a huge grin, seemingly a bit too excited. He HAS to be interested, right? I wondered looking at where his hand had just been. “You just have to be back before 6 pm. I have to close up at that time.” “Well, if you don’t mind…” I said, pulling the hand back and scratching the back of my neck, a nervous habit I still did on occasion. “Not at all! We always love to see our customers coming back for more! Come back and visit me anytime buddy!” he said, smiling and winking again. I returned the smile and with quick thanks and a wave goodbye, walked out the door, and looking down the street, ran towards the quickly approaching streetcar. — Stopping at the small Chinese restaurant near the old apartment, I asked the staff for a few old boxes and grabbed a few egg rolls to eat on my walk, before making my way up to my former home. At first, I felt nothing, just staring at the doors of the elevator. That was until the doors opened. Stepping out, I felt a wave of dread, mixed with sadness. We had lived here for 2 years, and the smells and sights almost immediately pulled up memories I had been desperately trying to keep from coming up. Our first night in the apartment, locked out of the apartment when Matt had left the keys on the kitchen counter. The building-wide trick-or-treat party where we both dressed up in hideous drag. The time Matt and I almost had sex on poor Mrs. French’s welcome mat after a night out at the club. Our first party with our friends over. Wet, rainy weekends spent watching and sometimes making fun of crappy movies on the couch together. With a slight sniffle, I fought back the urge to cry and took a deep breath before unlocking the door and walking in. “Not going to cry for you, bastard,” I whispered shakily under my breath. Looking around and taking a quick listen, there were no sounds inside. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, and softly closed the door behind me. I went through my mental list of the things I really needed immediately, and what things I could wait to pick up. Must haves included my winter clothing, underwear and socks, my laptop and charger, the pictures of my family, and my spare hospital badge, stethoscope, and pocket references books. I could pick up my collection of medical books, spring and summer clothing, my movies and gaming system later. The TV was mine as well, but the ones at the new apartment were much better, and I would honestly have nowhere to put them. I started to look around and things immediately felt off. My things were gone. All memory of me having existed in this place felt wiped away. Our pictures together were absent. The couch was different, with… pink throw pillows. Matt and I both hated pink. The whole apartment had a very floral smell, where as we never used air freshener because of my allergies. Dropping the box, I walked into the kitchen and let out a disgusted groan. There, proudly displayed on the wall, was a picture of Matt and…. her. In fucking canvas. Looked like the fucker definitely was moving on. Just. Fine. Angry, I walked over to the box and grabbed it, storming into the bedroom. Whatever, I fumed internally, if he wants to move her in after just 3 weeks, fine. I just wanted to get my clothing and things I needed, and then get the fuck out of the place. I stopped suddenly when I looked in the corner of the room. What I was greeted with elicited a growl from me the second I laid eyes on it. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” I ground out through my teeth, as I looked into the bedroom to find several boxes labeled in someone other than Matt’s handwriting. It obviously must be her sloppy penmanship. ‘Jayek’s things’ Each box had only that written. Not what was in them. Just my misspelled name. And things. That stupid fucking bitch of a whore couldn't even spell my fucking name, right? A five-year-old can, but not this piece of trash who my ex-was now living with?! I opened the closet door to find all my clothing gone, replaced with her’s. The drawers showed the same. In the bathroom, the medicine cabinet was left open, filled with what had to be every makeup product sold. The normally immaculate sink was left covered in various different layers of makeup residue, something that made my rarely seen OCD suddenly flare up. Pissed, I raised my hands, clenching and unclenching them into fists as I forced myself not to pick up something and throw it across the room. Looking through the boxes, I reorganized them, combining the things I needed right away into one box. Reaching the last box, however, I couldn't find my laptop. Until I turned around and saw it on the bed. It had been a gift from Matt for finishing my first year of internship as well as my birthday. If fact, it had been the only lasting gift I had ever gotten from him. He’d landed his dream job, and as a surprise, he took me out to dinner, and after dessert asked if I wanted to walk around and look at the new computers at Apple. Knowing we couldn’t afford it, I jokingly picked the most expensive one one said it would be the perfect, if only for the price tag. When I got home the next day, he’d pulled it out of the closet, surprising me. It had been one of the most romantic things he had done. We couldn’t afford it, but he had been secretly saving up for it. For me. I had felt loved in that moment. It was the nicest thing some had ever gotten me. Sure, it was a just a computer, but I cherished it. It was mine. From someone I loved. And now, it sat on the bed. Covered in fake pink rhinestones with a pink wallpaper on the screen, a giant crack already running down the center of the screen. At first, I didn’t recognize it. My brain refused at first to accept that something so hideously transformed could be mine. Until noticed the small set of scratches on the left corner from my watch. Turning it over, I saw the personalized engraving Matt had paid extra for. “To Jake, my true love. Always be learning new ways to save lives. I will love you forever and always.” I saw red. My mind went completely blank in rage as I grabbed the laptop and dropped it in the box, no longer caring if it got more damage. Turning around, I then grabbed the hefty charger cable, pulled as hard as possible, not caring if I broke it. With a loud snap, I watch as the plug stayed inside the outlet and the casing for the outlet snapped, sending shattered plastic across the room. I started pulling the wiring out of the wall, leaving a large gouge up the wall all the way to the ceiling. With another yank, I pulled again, and the metal connection split apart, leaving the exposed wiring as I detached the outlet. A bright spark shot out of the wires and the power shut off to the entire room, likely tripping the breaker. I walked over to the box and dropped the power cable, outlet and all into the box. I barely flinched as a large chunk of drywall fell from the wall and hit the lamp, sending it crashing to the floor. Grabbing the box, I walked out the front door, not bothering or caring about locking it behind me. I walked in silence to the elevator, my heart pounding in my ears. Hearing a muted ding, I looked up at the door, secretly hoping it was Matthew or the blonde skank so I could grab the electrical cable in the box and strangle one of them. Instead, I was greeted by our neighbor from across the hall, Mrs. French. “Jake, sweetie? Is that you?! Are… are you ok dear?” she said, shocked to see me, holding a hand to her bosom. “Hello, Mrs. French. Sorry… I was just leaving. Please, after you,” I said my voice completely emotionless, moving out of the way to let her through, as she grabbed her cart full of groceries. Looking at me for a moment, she looked at the box of my things with the exposed wiring sticking out of the top. “I see. And I also see that little slutbag from down the hall wasn’t lying about you moving out,” she said, grabbing her grocery cart in one hand, and my arm in the other. Her sudden use of profanity snapped me back to myself slightly, as normally she would be the last person to talk such a way. Dragging me down the hall, she started talking. “How about you come help me with groceries?” she said, her keys in hand as we walked up to her door, “You look like you might end up murdering someone dear. You have means and motive all inside that box. And I’m afraid if you run into that stupid little git in the lobby, it just might be her. Not that I wouldn't pay good money to see it.” Unlocking the door, I followed her dumbly as she rolled the cart into the kitchen and motioned me to set my box on the counter. “I see you did some…. remodeling?” she said, taking a seat at the island as she slowly slipped off her shoes. “Yep,” I replied, looking down and numbly realizing that I had, in fact, ripped the wiring out of the wall. I said nothing else, unsure how able I was to say anything else without either breaking down or screaming uncontrollably. “Uh-huh… I saw that fucking bimbo headed slut moving her stuff in the other day and knew those two were asking for trouble and that dumb fuck ex-boyfriend of yours… he’s not any better,” she sighed, motioning for me to sit beside her before continuing, “Now, as you know, I’m head of the building co-op… and that would be some substantial damage to the unit.” “Shit…” I said, slamming my eyes closed and taking in a deep breath to center myself. I had fucked up. Bad. And I really didn't need her to add to the massive wave of things I was trying not to feel. “Shit shit shit shit SHIT!” Patting my arm, she sat there for a second before clearing her throat and continuing. “Oh, yes dear. That is exactly what your ex is going to be saying. But don't you worry dear. I already took the liberty of taking you off the lease. You won’t be liable for any of the damages.” Opening my eyes, I stared at her, slightly shocked. “I figured after that little outburst the lobby a few weeks back, you'd wise up and leave that prick. Especially after trading down to a piece of trailer trash snatch like that,” she continued, patting my hand with hers, “Now, I had to put your termination down as inappropriate behavior from the outburst in the lobby sweetheart, but don’t worry about that little detail. Paperwork just seems to always disappear at the most interesting times.” Jesus, I thought to myself, this woman scary. “And when little Miss Shit for Brains was going down the hall asking for boxes to pack up a few things… I knew it was only a matter of time before the proverbial shit would hit the fan.” My jaw was hanging open as the little old lady in front of me cussing up a storm. This was a woman who blushed over saying the word tinkle. And now, she cussed worse than even the most seasoned sailor. “I’m guessing she packed your things up, and likely took something for herself that wasn't hers to take, hmm? And seeing how out of your head you were, it was something important to you. That, my dear, would be the work of a true cunt,” she intuited, tilting her head towards the box. My only reply was a small nod, still unable to fully wrap my head around the sudden change in the woman's language. “Jesus Christ… Did she seriously misspell your name? God... Women like that make all of us look bad. Well, after that damage, I’m guessing that you’ll need somewhere to store your things…” she wondered out loud, her finger tapping on her chin, “Because I bet that little skank will likely take revenge on your things. And a little dumbass like that Matthew will likely let her since she has him wrapped around her finger,” The woman made perfect sense. And dear god, I was honestly sad I was going to never have her as a neighbor again. “Now, I can provide a safe place to store those things if you’d like dear. And you can even stay here, though I would hope you now have somewhere of your own?” “I… just found a place yesterday, I just came to get a few necessities until...” I trailed off, letting my actions speak for themselves. Getting up, she directed me to the front door. “Good. Now, I don’t expect you to pick up your things right away. I just ask in return is you take me out to lunch once a month so we can catch up dear,” she said, slightly pushing me out the door and across the hall. “Go grab your boxes and put them in the living room. Those two are likely to be home pretty soon.” I did exactly that and after a few minutes, I was able to take all my things and move them across the hall. With that, I gave the small woman a huge hug and told her I would be back for my things as soon as possible. She gave me a small kiss on the cheek and walked me to the elevator. My mind reeled at the change in demeanor from what had been the sweet little lady who I would have bet never cussed in her entire life. I smiled though, glad to have learned something new about her and looked up at my reflection in the door. However, the smile on my face suddenly died as the doors opened and I was greeted face to face with Matthew and his new girlfriend.

As Pavi pulled the taxi into a discreet location round the back of Oval tube station he turned to see his passenger passed out in the back. “Hey!..... Hey!” his thick accent shouted across the taxi. However Jason remained unresponsive in the back. Pavi got out the cab and walked around, stepping into a muddy mess on the ground and cursing under his breath. He slide the back door open and shouted again but still getting no response. Clambering into the back of the taxi he grabbed Jason and gave him a yank, causing the boy to rock in response but there was no conscious response. Pavi dug his hands into the boys pockets looking for his wallet, but could only find a clinic card which he shoved back in. He looked down at the young lad and licked his lips. He looked around and couldn't see anyone about. London never slept, but this little alley way did have any through traffic. He knew this lad was likely some pig trash, who couldn't hold his drink and drugs. He had picked up the type before from the Pig Palace. He hooked his fingers into the boys trackies and pulled them down revealing a rock hard dick and smooth skin. Pavi had no interest in dick. He wasn't a dirty queer. But if he wasnt getting paid for this journey he was at least going to get a good fuck. He rolled Jason over onto the floor of the taxi and pulled his trackies down. He sucked on two of his hairy fingers and dug up in-between the boys arse cheeks and found a sloppy loose hole waiting for him. “Dirty little bitch aren't you, with a nice sloppy pussy for me”. Unbuckling his trousers he let his belly pop out from under his tight white shirt and pulled his pants down revealing an ugly fat dick which he proceeded to shove hard into the boys guts. The taxi rocked back and forth as Pavi threw all his weight down on the unconcious Jason, slamming in and out of his wet hole. Pavi was muttering under his breath “Thats it you dirty little bitch, take my fucking dirty dick. You fucking slag, you sick dirty cunt, spreading your legs for any fucking dick. Take it you sick little cunt. Be a little bitch”. His belly was crushing Jason into the cab floor and with one hand Pavi grabbed Jasons hair raised his head off the floor and slammed it back down splitting his temple as he began to dump his load inside the wrecked pig cunt it was now becoming. Pavi rose and buckled his pants up. He grabbed his passenger by the ankle and dragged him out the taxi door, allowing him to slop into the muddy street. He propped him up by the wall but didn't bother readjusting his trackies, allowing the muddy water to pool around his torn arse hole cock and balls. A voice called out from further down the back of the alley “hey is he alright there”. Pavi quickly jumped back into the taxi and revved the engine, driving off splattering muddy water and muck behind him. A dishevelled man shuffled down the alleyway towards Jason. His wet clothes clung to him clearly having not avoided the rain himself. He looked around to be sure he wasn't being watched as he took the boys hand and began dragging him to the end of the alleyway. At the bottom was a crude and wet constructed den made out of cardboard and disused crates and pallets. The man dragged Jason underneath the tarp and closed it shut behind him. He stared down at his prize, licking his dirty finger and wiping the blood from the cut across Jasons forehead. Jasons cock was still engorged and the homeless man opened his mouth and lowered it down to take a nice long suck on this warm meat. Jasons polo was removed and slung towards the entrance of the little den and his trackies were pulled down around his ankles. The homeless man then removed his own clothes and clambered on top of the lads unconscious body, rubbing his dirty body up and down, longing for the touch of another warm body against his own, sucking and chewing on Jasons nipples and kissing his unresponsive face. He turned the body over and spread the lads hole open. He lunged into the sloppy mess chewing on the pussy lips in front of him scratching and tearing the tender skin with his bushy beard as he sucked and dragged the rosebud out. He grabbed his dick and gave it a few good hard wanks, squeezing out a disturbing discharge from his piss slit rubbing it around the head of his dirty cheesy dick before thrusting it balls deep into the mess in front of him. Considering this was the first fuck for many years he didn't last long blasting a hot dirty load deep into Jason's guts. Jason was rolled over once more across the dirty floor of the den and the naked homeless man jumped onto his prey and lowered his hole onto Jason's still hard dick. He awkwardly bucked up and down spreading his dirty arse all over Jason's engorged dick bending it back and forth. The painful twists and turns sparked life back into Jason who slowly began coming aware of his surroundings as he realised he had some naked unknown man riding him. “Fuck! FUCK!” Jason screamed as he shoved the homeless forcefully off his cock against one of the crates holding the den up. Jason twisted his body and began crawling towards the entrance of the den, trying to kick out the skeletal grip of the homeless man as he tried to hold his prey in place. “Wait dirty boy wait wait wait” he pleaded as he grabbed up Jasons kicking legs forcefully shoving two sharp nailed fingers up inside Jason's sloppy pussy. Fear and flight were kicking in as Jason bucked and kicked the attacker in the chest and face. He grabbed his polo shirt and managed to get to his feet pulling up his trackies and sprinting down the alleyway not looking back once as he reached the main road. Pulling his polo over his head he looked shocked and lost as he tried to figure out his surroundings. He tried to look for help in someone's face, in any of the passing strangers, however even in the best of time Londoners try not to get involved in other peoples lives, especially if that person looked in the state that Jason was. Auto pilot kicked in and Jason began walking through the streets towards home. Getting to his flat he searched for his keys but found his pockets empty other than a random business card. Emotionlessly he took the spare key from under the flower pot and let himself inside. He walked into the bathroom turned on the shower and got in. He fell to the floor and began to slowly cry as the recent events began to tumble away in his thoughts. He couldn't remember what had happened. All he knew was that his hole was in agony, his dick was hard and his own voice echoed in his memory “ give it to me sir, charge me up, charge this dirty pig” ...what had he done?

(early to mid 90's) My name is Banner. My dad was a comic book fan and named me after Bruce Banner - who was The Hulk's other identity. So I'm getting that out of the way now because I've had to explain my name a billion times. I guess Dad was more fun when I was born, but now he is all business and seems to think of nothing but money. He's working himself into an early heart attack. The other part of this story is my grandfather. He was a wealthy man who died when I was in first grade. He left me a trust fund that wouldn't kick in until I was 25. Dad was the custodian of the money and he held that over my head forever. It was conditional. He threatened to withhold every penny unless I graduated college and made something of myself. I also had to keep out of trouble. He didn't have to worry, really. I was a boring kid...AM a boring adult. The only exotic thing about me was my sexuality. I was gay. I kept it a secret. Sometime after I got my high school diploma, my dad had the idea to invest my funds. The housing market was going crazy and he decided he'd build me a house in Kansas City, MO. All I had to do was get a job there AND get married. He explained that it would be a big house and he didn't want me living alone near a big urban area. I just went along with it. I really didn't even care about the money. I was just waiting to not be boring. Why couldn't I rebel like my friend Mitch did? He smoked pot and got drunk and yelled at his parents. It seemed like a lot of wasted effort. I just went to the state college with two things in mind: 1. Make good grades so I could get a good job. 2. Meet a girl who didn't want sex. Well, all the college girls wanted sex. So did the college guys. I guess this would be a bust. I kept my head down and studied. I majored in advertising even though I just wanted to be a writer. I wrote stories and essays on a nifty little word processor. I had a knack for writing horror stories. I wrote fan letters to my favorite authors and a few answered back. Stephen King and Clive Barker both sent me nice little notes in their own handwriting. Wow. I never told anyone about my hobby. I didn't get less boring in college...in fact I sunk deeper into dullness. I try not to think about all the fun I could have had if I'd just lightened up a little. Whatever. By the time I was finishing my last year of education, my dad announced he'd already initiated construction of my future house. It was a fateful phone call. "It'll be great, Banner. It's in a growing suburb of Kansas City...on the Kansas side. It'll have three bedrooms, but don't feel in a hurry to have kids. Just get married and see how it goes from there." "I'm not sure I'll ever get married, Dad." "Oh you say that now. As soon as you get your nose out of the books and look around, you'll find all kinds of nice girls." Enough was enough. "I'm gay, Dad. I don't want to get married and I don't want any kids. Sell the house and keep the money for you and Mom. I don't care." He was silent for a minute. "You're young and don't know what you want. I can't talk about this now. Discuss it with your mother." Mom and I talked for almost an hour. She was very understanding. "I guess I always knew," she said. "I had to say something. Dad wasn't hearing me. I guess it means I'm not rich anymore." "He'll come around. Let me talk to him. After all, it's MY father's money and he wanted you to have it." "I don't care about the money. I never have. My graduation is May 20th. You don't have to come." "I'll be there." "But it's a long drive and I doubt there's any hotel rooms left that weekend." "No. You're my only child and you're graduating college. I'll sleep in the car if I have to." And then I had finals to get through. I was prepared. I'd already talked to some recruiters from ad agencies in Kansas City and Chicago. One of the guys who interviewed me was all excited about "The Internet". He wanted to get a jump on it because "The Web" was going to be big. I mentioned the stories I wrote on a computer and he was very interested. We talked about nothing but horror novels after that. He gave me his card and made me promise to call him. Kansas City. I think I'd been there once as a kid. Some amusement park maybe. I had vague memories of a roller coaster and some really good donuts. Both of my parents came to my graduation. It was supposed to be major, but the school was so big that we all just sat in the football stadium as the dean said a few words. It was over as soon as it began. I said my good-byes to a few friends and a few professors I'd always liked. Back at my apartment, Mom and Dad were waiting. Mom had a beer in her hand -- which I'd never seen in my life. Mom? Dad was silent and wouldn't look me in the eye. "Are you going to invite us in or what?" The first words he'd said to me since that call. Once inside, my dad looked around and sniffed the air. He was making sure I was keeping the place clean and not smoking. "This is not so bad. You keep it neat," Mom observed "Yeah. My lease is up in August. I think I have a shot at a job in Kansas City." Then my dad was interested. "How good a shot?" "I met the recruiter and he seemed to really want me." "Good. Well, your house is almost done. You can live there if you want. It's about 40 minutes from downtown. Just promise me you'll get a big dog for protection. The backyard will fenced in by August." Mom finished her beer and asked me if I wanted one. I guess they had a cooler in the car. I'd never ever seen my mother drink. Dad said he needed to gas up the car because they were driving back tonight. So my mom and I sat and had a beer. "I didn't even know you drank, Mom." "This is a special occasion, Banner. I've seen the house. It's nice. You'll like it." "Dad hates me." "No. He just wanted so much for you. He doesn't realize yet that you'll be fine." Fast forward to August 19th. I'd been in phone contact with the ad agency interested in me. It was almost a done deal. I moved into the house. It was big and empty. My meager possessions barely filled one room. The "suburb" was very unfinished. New houses were being constructed and streets were still being paved. I was practically on an island there. My first official interview wasn't for another week. I had electricity and a phone, but no cable. I'd write stories and then go for long walks around the area. Not all the streetlights were up yet. It got dark at the border, and you could really see the stars. I thought about stuff. I'd been lucky enough to have a life, but hadn't really lived one yet. Maybe that could change somehow. It was a hot Summer, but I still walked around when I couldn't write anymore. During the day, I saw a lot of construction workers out building the houses of my future neighbors. Most of them were well-built and Latino. I'd always tried to suppress my gay thoughts, but, what the hell? I looked. Some of them had their shirts off as they worked. Maybe I was just interested in the houses. There's no law against looking at construction, right? Maybe I should get a dog...it'd be something to do while I wandered aimlessly through this new ghost town. I had no idea where the pound was. I only knew a few fast food places near the freeway. "Hey!" a voice called. I had no clue which worker had shouted. A tall, shirtless black guy approached me with his hard hat on. "You lost or somethin'?" "Not exactly. I just moved in down the block." "505? That your blue car in the driveway?" "Yeah." "OK. Sorry. There's guys around who like to steal building supplies and equipment." I could smell the August heat on his skin. "No, I'm a writer with nothing to do for a few days. Thought I'd get some sun and explore the neighborhood." "A writer? Like books? Wait. Stay here. I gotta go get Luiz." He walked away and I stood there, realizing I'd just spoken my first words in two days. It's funny how odd your own voice can sound after a long period of silence. The guy came back with a big, bulky Mexican guy -- also shirtless and in a hard hat. Neither of them were much older than I was. "Who's this?," the handsome Latin man asked. "He's the new owner of 505. You know..." Luiz looked a little uncomfortable. "Oh. Yeah...I guess I knew this was coming. That's the place where me and Andre take our breaks. It has power, AC and a working fridge to keep our beer in. You didn't notice the almost full case of Natty Lite in there?" "No. I haven't even opened it yet." "So I guess you don't have a wife or nothin'?" "Nope. It's just me. When's your next break?" Andre stared at the ground while Luiz held my gaze. "In about an hour. Want us to come pick up the beer?" "If you want. Or you guys can come take your break like usual. I don't mind company.Want me to leave the door open?" Andre finally spoke again. "Nah. The locks around here are so easy to pick...make sure you get them all replaced." "Will do. I guess I'll see you guys in a little while." "Great. What's your name?" "Banner Lee." He didn't laugh or ask for an explanation or anything. They went back to the site and I headed home. It occurred to me to maybe go get some sandwiches or something, but I didn't feel like trying to go find any. What if I got lost and wasn't there when they came by? I just stayed put and waited around. Clocks. I needed clocks. There was so much I needed. This huge house started to seem ridiculous. I sure hoped I got that job...the utilities alone must be enormous. I looked in the refrigerator, and sure enough, there was a box of "Natural Light". I felt entitled to take one. It didn't taste good to me, but I drank it. Should I put on some music? No. These were hard-working men coming over for a break...not party guests. I took one more beer. Maybe it's because I've never had a drink, but I felt a little light-headed. a knock on the door "We're a little early. The concrete guy never showed. We're done for the day. Still want some company?" "Absolutely. Have a seat." He and Andre settled on my couch as I went to get us some beers. I came back and saw Andre taking off his work boots. Luiz stopped him. "Cabrone! This is someone's house now! Don't do that." "It's okay. I don't mind." "Sorry about him. We usually take our shoes off on breaks. These boots get so hot." Andre took his boots and socks off and stretched his bare feet on the carpet. "Thanks, man. Luiz would do it too, but I think he's embarrassed of his hooves. They are pretty damn ugly." "Shut the fuck up, man. Behave yourself." "It's fine. Go ahead and take them off, Luiz." "Maybe later." There was a spark in his eyes. "Mmm-hmmm. Go ahead and ask him, Luiz." "Ask me what?" "It's nothing. We were just curious why an unmarried kid with no kids is living in a big new house by himself. Andre thinks you won the lottery." "No. It's an investment of my dad's. I'm just living here while I try to get a job. If I won the lottery, we'd be watching a 90 inch flat-screen right now." "But you ain't got a soon-to-be bride or anything?" Andre seemed way too curious for some reason. "No. I'm gay." Did I really just say that out loud? I guess my days of hiding were over. The two of them exchanged quick looks. "Yeah. I kinda guessed that when I saw you watching us work. Don't worry. I'm cool with both of you." "Both?" "Shut up, Andre! Ignore this asshole, Banner. Who needs another?" Luiz got up to fetch some more brews. Andre was looking at me hard. Watching. Waiting. "So..." I had no idea how to navigate this conversation now. Luiz came back and re-beered us. "Well. We gonna get busy with him or what?" Andre seemed impatient. "You're so fucking crude!" "Yeah, whatever. I just came to get my fucking dick sucked. You two can do whatever you want after I leave," "I'm sorry, Banner. He gets horny after work and...well.. I Oddly, I was kneeling on the new carpet as he said that...like I was ready. I wanted Luiz to fix this and make it right. Instead, he just kicked back and nodded. What? I'd never sucked a dick before. How? Now? Andre took off his jeans and aimed his big black dick towards my face. It was way bigger than my own. And so hard. My own penis got erect too, but felt like flesh still. Andre's cock was just so solid and rigid. He just wanted to be sucked. And I tried. He was just too eager and kept thrusting in my mouth. I knew what he needed..and tried my best. I was excited and eager for this. "Shit! He's a natural, Luiz. How is it that guys are so much better at cocksucking than ladies?" I couldn't see Luiz with all the black pubes in my eyes, but I knew he was watching. Andre and I found a good pace where he was happy and I wasn't gagging. It was just and and out and it felt so right to me. I might have known he was about to cum if I'd done this before. He just pistoned his hips faster and a little deeper. "Fuck! I'm cumming. Swallow it, kid!" And then his dick expanded ever so slightly and hot sperm filled my mouth. I swallowed it down. He still had a tiny white drip at the ti of his dick as he pulled away and got dressed quickly. He drained his beer. "Damn. Now I'm not gonna have no load to give the ladies. Guess I'll stay in tonight and play video games. Later." Andre left and I was still stupidly kneeling on my floor, feeling stunned. Luiz didn't seem the least bit phased about what had just happened. He was casually finishing his beer. "Did you like that, Banner?" "I..I did. That was the first time for me. I'm a little confused I guess." "It's okay. I remember the first time I sucked a dick. Go rinse your mouth out and grab another beer. The taste of cum goes away." I chugged some water and then spit it out. The beer helped. "Come sit with me." I went back and joined Luiz on the couch. "So you've given blow jobs before?" "Yeah...since I was 16. One of my cousins. I like getting them more than giving them." "So, you're gay?" "Oh yeah. I thought you knew. I knew you were the minute I saw you because you're too cute." "I'm not cute...and I can't tell anything about people just from looking at them. But if Andre likes to be sucked, why doesn't he let you do it?" "I'm dirty. I'm infected. You know what I'm talking about, right?" I did. This was a crazy day. "You and Andre are the only people on this planet who know. And my doctor. He keeps telling me there are better drugs coming, but I'm not counting on it. Hurry and finish you beer and I'll go get us two more." So much to think about. I was somewhat dizzy. Luiz sat down next to me and flexed his toes a little, "So what did you like about sucking dick?" Pause. "It felt right. Like something I was going to do eventually -- if that makes sense." "Totally." "I liked knowing how much HE liked it. I also liked when he put his fingers in my hair. I sound stupid." "No. Not at all. You probably needed some touch. Like this." He put his big brown hand on to of my head and started petting me like a dog. "I'll suck your dick too." His face brightened a little. "No. No. You are young, healthy and have your life ahead of you. I'm not giving you this burden." "Maybe we can just try it just a little." "Bad idea. I can't stop once I get started, But...we can do other things." "OK." I knew this was like playing with fire. "You can jack me off a little. How about that?" "Let's do it." He took off his shirt and jeans. A wave of clean sweat smell washed over me. So nice. His nice, uncut cock was already hard. As was mine. I got undressed too, aware of how puny my frame was next to his broad, solid body. "Nice, Banner. You are so white, though. Swedish?" "Irish mostly." "Touch my dick, man. Just don't get any ideas about sucking it." I knelt between his legs and started stroking the thick shaft. Turns out I was good at this too. He kept pulling me closer between his knees. He was breathing fast and rolled his head back. I guess it was only natural that I would have to kiss the tip of his dick. "No. Well...just kiss it. No sucking." I had other ideas. I needed to suck this meat. And I did. I moved up and down it like a hungry slut (which I probably was). I thought he'd protest a little, but he just kept guiding my head down. He was bucking and moaning. I didn't actually care about his HIV at the moment...if he wanted to come, I'd sure as fuck let him. Then he pushed me away. "I can't come in your mouth. You don't want that." "What if I do, Luiz?" "Then you're stupid." There was already clear fluid leaking out of his pee hole. "Probably I am, but I still want your semen inside of me." He sighed, but kept stroking his penis. "I want that too. I warned you already that I couldn't stop once I started. If you really want to go the distance, we will. Get on all fours like a dog. Show me your skinny, white ass." I did as I was told, and he got down on the floor with me. I knew he was going to insert his fat organ inside of my butt. I also knew it would hurt. He spit on his dick and just shoved it in. I thought I might scream, but it just came out as "NNNGGG" "No going back from here. Nobody's around to hear if you cry for help. Try to relax and open a little for me. I need to get in there, but your ass is fighting me." I didn't know how to do what he was requesting, but I tried to at least relax my mind. He was almost all the way in me and I was sure there was no farther he could go. Then he pulled out a little and plunged right back in. Damn! Is this what women felt like when their cherry was popped? Is it what my mom felt when my stupid dad mounted her? He started speaking in Spanish and moving faster. I could feel his heartbeat inside my body. "Here you go! You're getting my cum!" He held my hips hard and bred me like a bull in heat. Then he was done. I had already had an orgasm at some point. And it was over. We showered together and took a nap in my bed. I was no longer an amateur and no longer hiding.

Tiny goes for a walk on the beach...

Freak Show, Part 2 It felt like this place was huge but it was just because we were moving through a thick crowd. We had only moved down two trailers, when the muscle fucker, entered one. Holding the door for me I followed. “You in here, Donkey?’ the muscle fucker yelled out. “In the bedroom. What you got for me?” “Someone looking for some fun,” he answered, a wide grin on his face. “Bring him in.” Grabbing my arm, muscle fucker pulled me into the bedroom of the trailer. On the bed was a man, completely naked, not a gym body, more like a bear. It wasn’t his body that caught my attention it was his cock. It was hard and was laying over his stomach almost up to his mid chest. “Holy fucking shit, that’s a big piece of meat” I involuntarily blurted-out. Both men chuckled as Donkey announced “And you're gonna sit on it. All of it." “STRIP” ordered the muscle fucker. I did as I was told. I was pushed onto the bed, I had my ass up on all fours. Muscle fucker grabbed hold of the butt plug and pulled it out. I looked over my should and watched him put it in his mouth, sucking it clean after which he remarked with pride “My poz load taste fucking good!” Donkey, however, wasn't distracted from his mission: “Straddle me and squat," he ordered. I did as I was told. I placed my feet on each side of him, as he held his massive horse cock straight in the air. I slowly lowered my ass until his head was pressing against my wet hole. I took a deep breath and popped the head into my hole. I was shocked that I would allow this raw cock in me. I continued to slide down it. I wasn't even half way down and it was pressing against the back of my hole. I slid up a bit and the went down, the head popped through my second ring. I moaned as I continued to slide down it. The muscle fucker had moved up behind me, between Donkey’s legs. I could feel his tongue licking my lower back, just where my ass crack began. Donkey had grabbed my hips and slammed me the rest of the way down on his massive cock. I let out a slight scream. "Scream loud, baby,” muscle fucker said, adding “it makes Donkey harder.” I could feel Donkey's hair rubbing against my ass, my cock was resting on his belly, leaking cum into the fur. “Are you poz too?” I shyly asked of Donkey. Muscle fucker, however, answered for Donkey in asking “Who do you think passed it to me?” Donkey started pulling me upwards, so using my legs, I lifted up, sliding my hole up his shaft, until his head was at my hole, then I slide down on it. I made contact with muscle fucker’s head as I slide down. He was licking Donkey’s shaft as I rode it, licking the trail of his toxic cum. I was getting into riding Donkey. Up and down, up and down. “Ride that horse cock” Donkey said, pulling me up and down faster and faster. My legs were getting tired but I wasn’t given a break. I pushed up and lowered my ass with a little help from Donkey. My hole was getting sore from the size of the cock stretching me open. I caught a view of Donkey’s cock head pushing the skin of my stomach out. I started to freak at that sight and tried to pull off to escape this ride. Muscle fucker was too fast and stood up behind me, pressing my shoulders down, keeping me impaled on Donkey’s cock. Muscle fucker’s cock was riding up and down my back, leaving a fuck juice trail. Donkey’s breathing became fast and fast as I rode his cock. He pulled me up faster and muscled fucker slammed me back down faster and faster. The monster cock inside me grew thicker and harder, as I kept fucking and fucking myself on his cock. “Adding to that toxic load, fucker,” Donkey shouted. I could feel his cock pulse in me, as he shot his cum load, deep inside my second ring as I sat on Donkey. Perhaps ridiculously I felt the need to somehow protect my self image, so I found myself announcing to the world (or at least the two men) “I didn't want this." Neither man bought my argument. “Yes you did,” said Donkey, “you sat on my cock raw and you did most of the work.” To which muscle fucker added "You said you wanted fun. I bet you're up for still more fun." “I mean I didn’t want to be pozzed.” “Deep down you know you did,” Donkey said in correction. Not to be outdone, muscle fucker added “You could have not come tonight, but you did. This is your fault.” “Who are you visiting next?” Donkey asked. “The two cocked freak” muscle fucker answered. I slid off of Donkey’s still hard cock, cum oozing out of my gaping hole. Without loosing a second, muscle fucker pushed the butt plug back in, noting "We're gonna need a bigger plug soon.” We made our way to the door of the trailer and opened it. Outside stood a man who asked “This Donkey’s place?” Muscle fucker nodded and held open the door. We watched the man enter. I noticed a wedding band on his finger. “Enjoy the ride, fucker, 'cuz your life will never be the same,” muscle fucker said closing the door. He pulled my arm and we moved across the lot to a tent, the flap was closed, but we just lifted it and went inside. I didn't know what a living hell I was in for next.

PART 4 Another rough looking character entered, following the obvious sounds of sex. He was decent looking, a bit weathered as they all were, but more attractive than the other men who had fucked me already tonight. He plunked his ass down on the sofa and fished his dick out of his pants while enjoying our little sex show. When HE started getting close to blowing, he took over and grabbed hold of my hips and began piledriving his mighty meat into my depths. We were both breathing loud like bulls, and sweating up a storm. I heard his growl start and shoved back hard onto him. “Do it! Give me that poz cum! Poz me! Poz my ass!” I begged. The man on the sofa laughed at my desperation. “Fuck yeah, piggy wants to get pozzed. Nice! Give it to the slut!” We finished rutting and were both gasping for breath as we stood totally still, his dick remained hard, draining, inside of me. I couldn’t help but wonder how great it would be to spend every day with that cock up my ass. Finally he gave both of my ass cheeks a playful squeeze, one in each hand, and then allowed his cock to slide from my hole. “He’s all yours,” he said to the guy. “Alright! Come on, pig, come and sit on this.” He spread his legs wide and I climbed up onto his lap. He grabbed a butt cheek in each hand, squeezing and massaging them, while I moved up to get his dick head at my entrance. I lowered myself onto him at a steady rate until I had him balls-deep. He grunted, gave a hard shove with his hips to be sure that I had every millimeter in me, and smiled at me. “Fucking hot ass there,” he complimented. He reached behind my head and pulled me to him for a kiss. He continued to sloppy tongue kiss me as he rammed his cock up into me. I tried to ride him, but he was definitely more into thrusting his own hips so I left it to him. I don’t know how much time passed, but I was shaken from our kissing-stupor when I felt his cock firing off hot wet seed into my fuck hole. He immediately pulled my lips back to his, mashing our faces together as he ground his pelvis into my ass to empty the last of his load. After another couple of minutes of this, HE stepped in and pulled me away from the kiss. “Ok, that’s enough of that. Time’s up,” he said, carefully lifting me off of the man’s hard meat. The guy looked a little put off, but he didn’t complain. He tucked his cock back into his pants and left, giving me a wink as he passed by me. And so it went, one after another, a steady stream of men came in the house and fucked and unloaded their high viral loads into my ass. Men of all shapes and sizes, varying degrees of wastation. Some didn't look sick at all while others looked like they were on death's door. I felt like a drug addict -I just couldn’t get enough. My ass was totally trashed and sloppy with cum, and I was still overwhelmed with a hunger for more cock and cum in me. But I was thoroughly exhausted. I lost count of how many of them used me. It had to be between 20 and 30. Easily. By the time the last one left, the sun was out again and I was exhausted. I really didn’t want to have to walk home after all of that, but HE gave no indication that I could sleep there. I stumbled back to the bedroom and grabbed my clothes. I felt almost ill I was so tired. I was moving slow, that’s for sure. My arms and legs were fatigued, and my head was so cloudy. I made it to the front door and took my time putting my clothes on, still without a word from HIM. He had followed me to the bedroom and fell into bed. Once I was dressed I could hear snoring coming from the bedroom, so there was no way he was going to invite me to stay now. Miracle of miracles, I managed to get my tired ass home after another all-night fuckfest. I was too tired to even jack off like I had last time. I felt into bed, still in my sticky clothes, my ass leaking cum and blood, and stinking of sex. I passed out.

Predators and prey (Part 5) Michael wouldn’t stay hard for long. His new ‘lover’ started squeezing the balls of the little one quite hard. He felt his victim struggle beneath him, but he wasn’t able to free himself. The older stud was around 50. While stuck into the twink he pulled his shirt off and revealed a wide hairy chest. “You like feeling my cock you greedy whore?” he asked Mike. Since Michael was fucked into his mouth he couldn’t reply anything. The only sound he made was a choking one. He grunted quite a lot. “Yeah… you like being treated like the bitch you are” the fucker exclaimed. His legs were raised again and rested next to his chest. Neatly folded to his upper body he got plowed very hard. “Tighten’ up…. get your slut ass tighter for my cock” the guy demanded. And although Michael was barely understanding the words, because it was such an overload to his system, he did the right thing and tried to give the invading cock a good massage. The guy fucking the boys face enjoyed also the vibration caused by Michael’s moaning. “I am going to unload… whore. Swallow my dirty cum” the mouth fucker almost shouted. Immediately Michael was making gulping sounds. It was almost like he was drowning in cum. The guy pushed his dick deep into Michael’s throat and gushed right into his gullet. “Good boy….. good boy” he moaned again and again. The moment he withdrew his dick from Michael’s throat, the sweet lad coughed some of the sperm up. The guy was kneeling right above Mike’s head, with his leaking dick resting on the guy’s forehead. “You did a good job” he patted Michael’s cheek breathlessly. The other guy was finally able to focus on the boys eyes. He started fucking him more roughly. “Do you feel me bitch?” he asked Michael who focused on the rapist now. The stallion slapped Mike’s face a few times, after letting go of one leg, to get more of the boy’s attention. He made a fist and wanted to punch the twinks face. “No!” one of the co-guys, who were pinning the poor youngster down said loudly and he caught the guys fist. “Don’t damage the merchandise. We all want to fuck him and enjoy his innocent looks” he insisted. “You can beat him to a pulp later, when we all had a go…..” The fucker nodded. He understood and so he held both knees again and split the boy real good, while battering his hole mercilessly. “Feel me” he growled. “Fell my cock tearing you up, you little tramp!” The two guys nodded approvingly, after realizing the guys cock was colored with deep red streaks. “Destroy his hole” guys whispered from the outside. “Work on his nipples” he encouraged the two guys assisting him on the mattress. “Pinch them hard, I want to feel his ass cramp” Both guys smirked viciously and started torturing Michael’s nipples. They twisted it hard and pinched it brutally. The almost pulled so hard, that the nipples got ripped off. Mike started screaming and while he screamed his head off he gave the dick up his cunt a class a dick massage. Without a warning the fat cock in Michael’s ass spew toxic load into his ass. While his cock was twitching inside the boy he hit Mike’s face hard again. “Oh man. You were the best fuck ever – I never produced so much cum for anyone else” he complimented the boy beneath him. “Don’t go away later…. I will beat you up and show you what pain is….” he whispered. Then he withdrew his dick and watched his semen leaking out of Michael’s fucked up hole. He left the mattress without any other comment. The two guys raised and started undressing their jeans. While they watched down at the helpless boy they grinned wickedly. They were like wolves surrounding their victim. “Now you are going to feel real pain. We will shred your ass to pieces you dirty slut” they told him. “Let’s fill your cunt with two dicks…. “

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

I love a great story.. Love a great story... That actually gets finished... There have been many great stories started on here and never finished. I DO appreciate the effort that goes into writing a good story and writing it well. But... How about writing it all out so you know it will be completed, then do the installments. This isn't criticism of this one writer. It's just a major boner kill to not know what happened to the characters in the stories. PLEASE continue the story!My cock will forever be grateful.

Austin's Move to the Big City (P2) John asked Austin, "How are you doing their house boy?" "Oh my god, I feel fucking fantastic!" "Are you ready for some serious fucking?" "Yes please." John took a good hold of Austin's hips before he began to slam into Austin's ass, pulling all the way out then slamming back in again. Austin was in pure pleasure as John worked over his hole. Matt moved in behind his partner so that he could work on John's nipples as he slam-fucked Austin. Matt knew exactly what it took to get his partner off. John changed his fucking to a quick fuck knowing he was about to unload his poz seed inside Austin's neg hole. Austin could feel John's cock start to thicken as he heard his breath begin to quicken. He knew that his life would never be the same from this point on. He knew what was going to happen and felt that his life would be better as this couple's house boy. Without warning John let out a loud grunt as he unloads inside of Austin. Austin felt as if he might have also shot his load as John unloaded inside off his hole. But when he reached down to check he felt nothing but a soft, dry cock. John pulled his still hard cock from Austin’s well bred hole as Austin thought to himself, ‘I am always rock hard when I get fucked, but my cock is soft.’ Matt had Austin turn over onto his back as he stroked his hard cock. Once Matt had Austin positioned how he wanted him, he lifted the teen’s legs and spread them wide as he pointed his death stick at Austin’s well used hole. He slid in balls deep with the approval of their new house boy as Austin moaned with pleasure as he felt himself filled again. Austin again reached and played with his soft little dick trying to get it to harden to the chuckle from his new employers. “Go ahead and play with yourself if it feels good, but I doubt you will get hard anytime soon” John told their house boy. “Why is that?” Austin asked. Matt looked down at him as he was starting to pump the Austin's cum-filled hole, “We gave you enough Tina that you will probably not be getting hard for a couple days. You are enjoying the slam, aren’t you boy?” “Fuck yes I am, I know I am going to like the drugs. How often do you plan on giving me them?” John told him, “We only like to party a couple times a month, but with your new arrival we will be using them a little more often until we know your limit.” “Will I become addicted to them?” “To a point, we want you to know the difference of fucking with and without them. Since you had been up for over 24 hours already, if we didn’t use them, you’d probably already want to sleep.” As Matt fucked Austin with a steady pace, John leaned down, kissed the house boy and then ordered him “Now clean off my cock, house boy.” John slipped his semi-hard into Austin’s mouth and he sucked his ass juices and slight remnants of cum from the tool that had just been inside him. Once John was satisfied that his cock was cleaned well enough he pulled it from the house boy’s mouth. This now allowed Matt to lean in and kiss Austin as he fucked the boy. As the two kissed and Austin enjoyed the fuck he was receiving, he would occasionally pull on his soft cock hoping to get some blood flowing into it - with no luck. Matt grabbed Austin’s hands and held them up over his head as he began to really work on fucking the boy’s ass. Matt had a plan, and that was to watch the look in Austin’s face as he began to fuck the boy like he had never been fucked before. Both John and Matt had great control over their ability to cum. Now Austin was going to experience Matt’s ability first had as Matt was working Austin with no rush in adding his load to his partner’s that was already soaking into the walls of Austin's ass. Austin had lost track of time and had a vague idea of the length he had been getting fucked when he could feel Matt’s cock begin to thicken. Just as he thought Matt was going to unload inside his ass he felt the cock that was pumping in his hole begin to soften some but never go completely soft. What the teen didn’t know what that Matt was depositing his charged seed while he maintained his pace and after nearly two hours of Matt’s fucking, he had taken three small loads of cum. John knew exactly what Matt was doing and soon began to feed Austin his semi-hard cock. John didn’t have to tell Austin what to do and soon had his tool deep into the teen’s throat as Matt continued to seed the boy’s hole. John and Matt knew that Austin’s slam would soon fade and began to work up to a finally that the boy would never forget. Matt began to pick up his pace while John began to relax and let his climax rise. Austin had no clue what was about to ‘cum’ when John held his hand on the back of the teen’s head at nearly the same moment that Matt began to grunt out “I’M CUMMING!” as he slammed hard and deep into the teen as John began to fill his throat with his own seed. Austin never really needed to swallow since John bypassed his mouth with most of the load he shot. The only taste Austin received from John was the last little dribble from his cock as he withdrew. John and Matt could tell that Austin was starting to come down from his high. He had been used for nearly six hours and when they stopped the three lay in a heap as they collectively caught their breath. Austin was the first to speak, “WOW! That was fucking amazing.” John then spoke, “As long as you do your work around the house, you will make a good house boy Austin.” Matt quickly agreed and the three of them slowly got up. Austin Noticed it was starting to get dark and wonder, “Where did the day go?” “That’s Tina for you. You’ve been up nearly two days now between your drive here and our play time. It won’t be long before you’ll crash and be out for another day. Let’s take a dip in the pool, you can then shower and watch TV in bed as you crash. When you wake and have recovered we’ll show you your daily chores, duties and responsibilities around the house.” The three slowly made their way out the patio door to the pool where they all dove in to refresh themselves. The couple was correct, after a good 30 minutes of swimming, Austin began to crash and went in for a shower. He found his way to his room, collapsed in bed and slept till the next afternoon.

No offense meant by this, but Fuck that! That group of guys should have got up and held you down while each slams you harder. What type of bottom pulls away. Its your fault for not preparing yourself before you came into the club with either some random small cock or dildo. I love it as rough as they can get from beginning to end!