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Part 37 - The Swimmer and the Artist Ric tossed and turned all Friday night. Thankfully his dad didn’t come into his room that night, since his balls were empty and he was still freaked out about breeding Zac. He finally got a few hours of sleep and got up. He was supposed to meet Jason around 11 AM. He thought about cancelling, but in the end decided to meet Jason as they planned. Ric got to Jason’s house just a few minutes late as Jason’s parents were pulling out of the driveway. He went inside and was just about to grope and kiss him when Jason’s older brother, Jared, came running up the stairs. “Gimme five minutes and I’ll be out of here and you two can have your fun” said Jared. Ric looked shocked and Jason rolled his eyes. “He knows?” said Ric quietly. “Oh yeah. We’ve been doing it for a while and when he fucked me this morning I begged him to leave a big load inside since the guy I was meeting was hung and I needed the lube” Jason said with a chuckle. They started to walk to Jason’s bedroom and his brother came out of his room and squeezed past and winked at Ric. “Don’t stretch him out too much, I like that tight boy pussy. Have fun!” Jared said as he headed towards the door. “Fuck, that’s wild. I can’t imagine getting fucked by a brother. It doesn't matter since I don't have one” Ric said chuckling. “Yeah, I came out to my family a couple years ago and it was kind of rough at first. Jared was cool with it but it took a few months before mom and dad realized I was happy not having to hide it. And now its just not a problem. Dad even gave me a couple condoms this morning. They think I’m fucking every time some guy comes over” Jason explained. “Not every time, just most of em?” Ric joked. “Hahaha, yeah. You know me too well” Jason said as they walked into the room and he closed the door. Ric pinned Jason against the door and kissed him. Jason opened his mouth and their tongues darted against each other. Ric liked holding Jason’s hands against the wall and his chest against Jason’s while they kissed, but Ric was trying to figure out how to tell Jason he was poz. During their previous fuck, Jason forced himself onto Ric but nothing was ever said other than Ric screaming “No!” He knew from comments that Jason had made that he thought Ric might have HIV, but neither had said anything outright. Jason broke the kiss and pushed Ric back. “Do you think you’ve already pozzed me?” Jason asked with a sly grin. “Wow. I guess that means you know that I’m poz. But I don’t know if I have pozzed you. I heard that sometimes one load is all it takes and sometimes its hundreds” Ric replied. “But you’ve fucked me a half dozen times..” Jason said. “Only once after I got sick and that’s what matters. You ok with it?” Ric said. “Fuck yeah. I get so boned when I read stories online about guys getting pozzed or even fucking with poz guys. I figured I was going to have to find some older guy to give me my first poz load, but when you got sick, I was hoping it was because you were poz. I’ve been jacking off thinking about you charging me up” Jason replied. “Well then we better fuck and make sure that hot pussy of yours gets knocked up” Ric said as he pulled Jason towards the bed. They both took their clothes off quickly and Jason was on his knees lapping at Ric’s half hard cock. He pulled back the foreskin and licked the head. “Fuck, I love sucking uncut cocks” Jason said before taking the length of Ric’s shaft into his mouth and throat. “Oh fuck!” Ric yelled out as Jason’s throat gripped his cock. Jason flexed his throat around Ric’s cock and Ric felt the precum start to flow from it. He pulled back and started to fuck Jason’s face. Jason looked up at him and the two locked eyes. Ric could see the hunger in Jason’s eyes and figured Jason could see it in his too. He kept sliding all the way into Jason’s throat with only a little gagging coming from Jason. Ric could feel his cock get slick and needed to feel Jason’s ass wrapped around his toxic cock. Ric pulled his cock all the way out of his mouth and pulled Jason up and on to the bed on his back. He pulled him a bit forward, so Jason’s ass was hanging off and pushed his legs back. Jason grabbed his legs and rolled back exposing his hole. Ric spread his ass cheeks and pushed his tongue into the quivering orifice. “Mmmm, I can taste Jared’s cum” said Ric while he stood up and aimed his toxic sword at Jason’s neg hole. “FUUUCCCKKK YEAH!” Jason yelled out as Ric’s cock drilled into his cum slick hole. Ric sunk his cock into Jason with one long firm push, feeling the warm tissue envelope his dripping cock. “Is that what you want, Jason?” Ric asked with his cock held deep inside Jason. “Oh god yeah. Fuck me Ric. Give me all of your poz seed” pleaded Jason. Ric started to work his cock back and forth, stretching Jason open. Ric was like a train, building up speed and intensity with each stroke. It wasn’t too long before he was pounding Jason. His balls swinging and slamming into Jason’s ass with his body slapping against Jason’s ass. Ric looked down and Jason was stroking his own cock, precum dripping over his abs. “You’re going to be shooting your own poz loads soon, Jason” Ric said while his thrusts got more irregular. “Fuck yeah!” yelled Jason, feeling Ric’s cock digging deep inside him. He started to flex his hole around Ric’s cock, like he had done with his throat. “Breed me Ric, I need that cum inside me” Jason pleaded and wrapped his legs around Ric. He heard Ric start to grunt with each jab of his cock. Ric leaned forward and grabbed Jason’s shoulders and pulled himself deep. His cock pulsed over and over as his poz venom filled up Jason’s guts, mixing with Jared’s load and the virus hopefully seeping into his bloodstream. The two were screaming out in unison with each spurt of cum. After the last shots finished, Ric slowly fucked his cum in deeper and then pulled his cock out. He stood at the side of the bed breathing heavy and Jason had spun around, his head hanging over the edge of the bed and was licking Ric’s cock clean. Once all the cum was licked up the two laid in bed next to each other. “How long before you can breed me again?” asked Jason. “How long we got until they come home?” asked Ric. Jason looked over and said “Shit! Only about an hour.” “Then you better get on your knees so I can fuck that hole again” Ric said. Jason rolled over and got on all fours and said “woof woof” before laughing. Ric climbed behind Jason and mounted him, sliding his long cock into the cum filled tunnel. Jason fucked his body back on Ric’s cock, the shaft easily pushing through the battered inner ring. He held Jason’s hips and pounded his hole hard. This fuck had only a few seconds of gentle motion before Ric’s thrusts got intense. Jason moaned, feeling his hole getting beaten from Ric’s long, thick cock. Jason thought his uncle’s was big and he had been able to take it dozens of times without problems, but Ric had almost two inches on him and was a little thicker. His ass ached, but he enjoyed the feeling and knew it helped get him charged up. Ric pulled his cock all the way out of Jason and watched some cum drop out of his hole and then rammed back in. Jason let out a loud “UGHH.” He did it a few more times and when he was ready to pump a second toxic load into Jason he heard “Fuck, that cock is big. Take it bro!” Jared had come back early and had been watching Ric fuck his brother. Ric slammed in and felt the ropes of cum shoot inside Jason’s ass. His body shook and his cock pulsed. Ric looked over and Jared had his cock out, stroking it. “Don’t waste it on the floor, pump it into his ass” Ric said, pulling his cock out and turning Jason so his ass was over the side of the bed. Jared walked awkwardly over to the side of the bed, his pants around his ankles. He shoved his cock in, feeling the mixture of Ric’s and his cum surround his cock. He moaned and then jackhammered his cock in until he started shooting his neg load into his brother’s bug craving ass. Ric was right behind Jared, his cum covered cock rubbing between his ass cheeks. Ric angled his hips and felt his cock push in and stopped at Jared’s hole. “Oh god, please, no. I can’t take a cock that big” begged Jared. Ric thrust his hips and felt the tip start to penetrate and stopped and whispered “Any time you’re ready, I’d love to knock that ass up just like I did your brother’s.” The three quickly showered and then Ric and Jason sat in his room talking. They heard the front door open and close and then Jason heard his parents talking. “Should we let them see us making out?” Ric joked. “They’ve seen worse. I was sucking a guy off in my room when they came home one time. Thats why I closed the door this time. Little good it did!” Jason said with a little laugh. “I hope we can fuck again soon, Jason” Ric said. “Yeah, I do too. Without my brother next time” Jason said rolling his eyes. — Monday Ric walked into the cafeteria and got his lunch. He sat down at a table by himself over in a corner facing away from everyone. He got about halfway through his lunch when he heard someone come up behind him and sat down next to him. He saw Zac and his stomach felt queasy. He stopped eating and said “I’m sorry, Zac. I didn’t plan on that happening” as Zac looked at him. “Its not your fault Ric. That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever had. Now I know why you guys do it. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all weekend and it made me hard when I did. Can we do it again soon? I want to see what it feels like when its bare the whole time. And I loved feeling your load in me.” Zac asked. “I don’t know. Maybe. Lets talk about it later in the week, OK?” Ric said solemnly. Zac replied “Cool” and got up and left Ric to finish his meal. — Ric had scheduled the appointment with Thad on Thursday afternoon. He told his parents that he needed to help Shane with a project and he wouldn’t be home for dinner. That should give him enough time to drive up, get inked, talk with Thad about Shane’s tattoo and get back home before his curfew. He sent a message to Dave that he would be there around 5pm. Ric had been fucking both Shane and Marty at least once a day. Sometimes it was before school, sometimes after. Wednesday he even fucked Shane in the locker room during school and Ethan had found them just as Ric’s cum shot into Shane’s ass. Ethan quickly fucked Shane and added his neg seed to the poz load Ric had just given him. Ric slid the plug easily back into Shane’s ass and he wondered how many other people noticed that Shane was walking funny with the butt plug he was now keeping in him all the time when Ric wasn’t fucking him. Ric also wondered how long before Shane got sick, since he had been pumping one or two loads a day into him since their first fuck. Ric met Shane at the usual spot by the tree after school and they walked back to Shane’s house. They dropped their backpacks off and went out to the garage. Ric went to get in the passenger side and Shane said “Not so fast. Come over here.” Ric walked over to the driver’s side with a puzzled look on his face until he saw Shane leaning against the car with his jeans down and his jockstrapped ass pushed back. Ric chuckled and moved behind him and pulled the plug out, pushing it into Shane’s mouth to give him a taste. His dick was half hard just seeing Shane’s greedy naked ass and with a few strokes of his hand and a little spit he was pushing back into Shane’s hole. Shane was now used to Ric’s cock and knew what to do to get him to shoot his load quickly. This time, they didn’t need to be quiet like when they fucked in the bathroom, locker room or storage room at school. “Oh yeah, Ric. Breed me full of that bugged up spooge. Poz me good!” Shane begged. Ric had already pumped more than a dozen virus laden loads into Shane. That was twice what he had given Marty and just a few more than his dad. His cock was drooling precum inside Shane while he kept thrusting his cock deep inside Shane’s cunt. His kisses and caresses belied the hard slams of his cock. Ric’s cock started to throb and swell, filling up Shane a little more. Ric pinched both of Shane’s nipples through his shirt and felt Shane squeeze Ric’s cock with his hole just as the diseased cum flooded Shane’s body. After the last few shots joined his lunchtime load, Ric grabbed the plug from Shane’s hand and put it back into place in his ass. They hopped into the car and drove up to Thad’s shop. Shane kept asking questions the whole way about getting tattooed and what was going to happen when he converted. Ric told him what he knew from experience and from reading stuff on the internet. Soon they were pulling into the parking lot. Ric saw Thad at the door of the shop, giving him a thumbs up. He thought it was weird, but the two got out of the car and started walking to the shop door. He got to the front fender and he felt someone grab him from behind and then a cloth go over his nose and mouth that smelled funny and then everything went black. Ric woke up and looked around. He was in a warehouse of some sort and there were guys standing around him. As his eyes got less blurry, he could make out Dave and Thad but didn’t know any of the other eight guys. He realized they were all naked except for one guy that wore a red leather harness. He looked down and realized he was naked too. He started to get up and heard Dave say “Ric, stand here. We are going to induct you into the club. It’s a short ceremony which I think you’ll enjoy. Ric stood and the priest began “We are gathered here to welcome the newest member to our brotherhood. Our mission is to celebrate our gift and help those less fortunate than us become a positive force in the world. Ric, are willing to join us support our mission?” The priest looked at Ric and Ric looked at Joe who was nodding and Ric then replied “Yes”. The priest led him over to a fuck bench and laid him down on it. Ric was extremely nervous. He had never seen anything like this and felt very vulnerable. Dave came over and locked his hands and ankles down and then spit onto his exposed hole. The priest then said “Let the consummation begin.” Ric could only look forward and saw nothing but a brick wall. He felt someone come up behind him and then felt a cock at his hole. He only had a second to prepare for the invasion and felt the guy shove his cock in. The pain ripped through Ric’s body and he screamed out. The guy fucking him ignored the screams and started to pound his hole. Ric’s heart was racing and he was sweating and breathing heavy. He knew he had to relax or it would be even more painful. He thought about all of the cum he had pumped into Shane and how his dad had willingly bent over and begged him to fuck him. Just as he started to relax, the guy fucking his ass slammed in and he felt the cum fill his tortured hole. Joe leaned down and whispered into Ric’s ear “Normally its just one AIDS breeding to induct you, but you get three.” He felt the guy pull out of his ass and soon there was another cock entering him. This one was thicker and pierced. He thought it might be Dave, but Dave was standing in front of him, his cock drooling. Ric opened his mouth and raised his head. Joe moved closer and pushed his cock into Ric’s mouth. Ric sucked and licked the cock that had probably knocked him up while the second guy pummeled his ass. He felt the slams of the cock in his ass get slower and harder until the guy planted his cock in all the way and more hot AIDS cum filled his body. It was quickly replaced by a third cock. This one was longer and thicker than anything he had ever had in his ass. The pain as it pushed deep inside him was new. He screamed around Dave’s cock as the cock in his ass kept ramming in against a wall. “Come on boy, let it past your inner ring” a deep voice said behind him. After two more thrusts, he felt the cock go even deeper inside him and Ric wondered if it was going to come out his throat. The long cock kept driving in and out of his wrecked hole and then Dave started to fuck his throat. The two were thrusting in at the same time and Ric was overwhelmed by the new experience. After a few more minutes of cocks slamming into both ends he felt Dave start to spurt cum into his throat. He tried not to gag but was having a hard time until he felt the cock in his ass erupt. As he tried to scream, a flood of cum shot down his throat. Both cocks pulled out of his exhausted body. He felt several guys slap his ass and Joe leaned down to unlock his hands. “Dave, please fuck me before I get up” Ric asked. He heard a few people nearby clap their hands and Joe unlocked his ankles before moving behind Ric. He felt Dave’s fingers push into his throbbing hole and then felt them on his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked the fingers clean as Joe slid his cock into Ric’s cummy pussy. Joe fucked slowly, feeling the AIDS cum cover his cock. Ric had no problem taking all of Joe’s cock and Joe remembered that first time he had fucked Ric. It had only been a little over a month ago and Ric had gone from a virgin to a poz breeding slut. Joe started to fuck harder and faster and heard Ric moan and beg “give me more of your poz cum, Dave.” Joe grinned as his cock drilled into Ric and the other guys standing around started to chant “Breed him, breed him” over and over. He leaned down and kissed the back of Ric’s neck before ramming in hard and unleashing his toxic load into Ric’s cum soaked cunt. Ric laid there a minute after Joe pulled out and finally got to his feet. He was a little unsteady but Joe held him up and then hugged him. “We didn’t expect you to come with someone else” Joe started to say and Ric blurted out “Oh my god, where’s Shane?” “He’s ok, we have him up front, knocked out. Who is he?” Joe asked. “He’s the friend of mine that I told you about. You know, the swimmer?” Ric replied. Joe chuckled. “Oh, that guy. The horny slut that’s chasing?” Joe asked. The word ‘chasing’ got everyone’s ears perked up and suddenly everyone stopped talking and looked at Joe and Ric. “Yeah, that one” Ric said with a smile. “Do you think he’d like several more doses from some really toxic guys?” Joe asked. “Maybe. I don’t know if he wants it just from me or anyone that can help him get knocked up” Ric answered. “Let’s find out” said Tony. A couple of the guys soon were carrying out Shane, his arms draped over their shoulders. Shane had a fitted hood over his head with only nose and mouth openings, but was otherwise naked and looked pretty lifeless hanging from the two tall guys. As they held Shane up, Tony waved some smelling salts under his nose and Shane slowly came back to life. “Where the fuck am I?” Shane asked groggily. “You’re ok, boy. Now tell me… Do you only take poz loads from Ric here or are you open to a more diverse set of strains?” the priest asked. “Get this hood off my fuckin’ head” yelled Shane. “It’s ok, Shane. Just tell him what he wants to know” said Ric. “Anyone’s, I guess” Shane said feeling helpless. “Do you want to get bred by these guys, Shane? They’re pretty toxic” asked Ric. “Fuck yeah, just don’t hurt me” Shane said. The guys carried Shane over to the fuck bench where Ric had just laid and put him down, pulling his hands and ankles down and securing them with cuffs and locks. Thad walked up and said “Let me have the first shot at him and then you can fill him up while I take care of Ric. Thad stroked his cock, using just some spit, and it got hard quickly. The cute, young swimmer was about to get gang banged by some of the most charged up guys in the area and Thad wanted his to be the first load in. Thad spit on Shanes hole and went to push his fingers in and found the plug. “What do we have here?” asked Thad. “I fucked him before we came up to the shop” Ric said. “Hehe, he’s prelubed then” said Thad as he pulled the plug out. Shane yelped as the plug came out of his ass and yelped again as Thad shoved his cock in to replace it. Thad loved pump and dumps, especially with fresh neg meat. Even with the plug in him for the drive up, his hole was tight around Thad’s shaft and he could feel the PA dig into the tender walls. Tony moved in front of Shane and held up a bottle of poppers to his nose and said “Breathe deep boy, you’re going to need this.” Shane took a couple hits from the bottle and relaxed as the rush hit him. Thad drove in harder and faster and then let out a groan as his balls emptied their poison into the young cum slut. Thad pulled out and presented his cum covered cock to Shane and another guy from the club pushed into his ass. The priest said “Save the AIDS loads for last.” One by one the guys took turns pounding and then adding their own strain into Shane’s doomed cunt. Shane took the pounding well. He was begging while each guy fucked him and then thanked them for their load. He grunted and whimpered as the larger cocks tore into his sore hole but he never asked them to stop until Derrick slammed his cock in. “Oh my fucking god!” Shane screamed out. Derrick left his cock deep inside Shane for a minute, letting him get used to the girth. When he felt Shane’s body stop spasming, he started to fuck slowly. “You’re getting one of the newest AIDS loads in your hole, boy. This should fuck you up good” Derrick said. Tony and him had just gotten their test results and they were now officially classified as AIDS patients. Derrick picked up speed, feeling his cock drip precum the full length of Shane’s colon but he was planning on pumping his seed in deeper. When he couldn’t hold back any longer, Derrick shoved in all the way, hearing Shane scream out and unleashed his very toxic load as far inside Shane as he could. Derrick’s cock was replaced by Tony’s and Shane was relieved that something smaller was now fucking him. Tony didn’t last long, watching so many other guys breed their poz loads into the hot young swimmer had him ready to shoot at any moment. The three guys that had bred Ric on his initiation earlier were the last to fuck Shane. With their loads deposited, the priest reinserted the plug into Shane’s hole. They let Shane lay there, resting and trying to recover from the onslaught. After Thad had bred Shane, he took Ric over to the side and prepped him for his second tattoo. This would be the biohazard that he had talked with Thad about for over a week. He wanted it between his navel and cock and to have just the very tips of the top horseshoe poking above his low rider jeans. The red inner ring interlocked with the three black horseshoes giving it a tribal look. Thad shaved his pubic hair off before starting in. Ric’s cock was hard the entire time Thad worked on the tattoo. He wasn’t sure if it was the excitement of getting the biohazard tat, hearing the guys take turns breeding Shane, or wanting to feel Thad’s cock fuck him like he had fucked Shane. Once Thad finished his work, he gave Ric instructions on caring for it until it healed. “It’s going to be difficult since its in an area you usually have tight clothes on. Use these bandages to keep the area protected and moisturized and you’ll be fine. Now lets get you guys back to the shop.” Thad said and then whispered to Ric “We’re going to knock Shane out. He can’t know where the club meeting place is.” Ric nodded and the two walked back over to the main area. Ric grabbed his clothes and put them on and watched two guys unlock and lift Shane off the bench. Ric looked down and there was a huge puddle of cum where Shane had shot and another one further back where the cum had dripped out of his ass while he was being fucked. One guy used a towel to wipe Shane down before they helped him get back into his clothes. Once he was dressed Tony put a rag over Shane’s face and Ric watched Shane struggle a bit until he was passed out and limp again. Ric noted where they were when he walked outside and got into the van with Tony, Derrick and Shane. They drove back to the shop and Thad unlocked the door and they all went inside. Tony laid Shane out in Thad’s tattoo chair and they used the salts again to wake him up. Tony and Derrick left and Ric and Thad waited for Shane to fully come to. They pulled the hood off and soon Shane was awake. “Fuck, dude. What happened? I had this wild dream. I… I think it was a dream. Why’s my ass so sore?” Shane asked. “It wasn’t a dream, Shane. You were the lucky bystander for a little club initiation I had” said Ric. Thad just smiled at Shane and nodded. He wasn’t going to add anything that Ric didn’t want to tell him. When Ric finished, Thad pulled out some sketches. “These are a few ideas I came up with based on what you sent me. Does it cover what you wanted?” Thad asked. Shane and Ric looked them over and Shane pointed out what he liked on each. Ric kept quiet letting Shane decide what to get. After a lot of discussion and a few more sketches, Shane asked “Before we go much farther, how much is something going to cost?” “Well, I think I can probably give you the club discount now. You’re not really in yet, but after today’s event I’m pretty sure its just a matter of time. And not much time either, from what I hear Ric’s been giving you” Thad said. Thad wrote a number down on a slip of paper and handed it to Shane. “I know you don’t live around here, so getting up here is kind of difficult. I normally would do something like this in two sessions. First an outline and then fill it in on the second visit. We can do it that way or all in one long sitting. I’d block out three to four hours if we do it in one day. We’d have to take a few breaks in the middle.” “That’s just a about what I have saved up, but I can do it. I guess the next question is when? Next week?” Shane asked. “Which day were you thinking about? I do have some time available next week” Thad said. “How about Tuesday. I can get up here after school on Tuesday and Thursday. I would have to do it all at one time. If anyone sees it part way done, it could cause a lot of problems and I might not be able to get the rest of it done for a while” Shane said. “Tuesday at 5? That should work. You can get all of the money by then?” Thad inquired. “Yeah, I should be good by then” Shane said. Ric and Shane got up and started towards the door. “See you Tuesday” Shane said while walking awkwardly. He had gotten pretty good at walking with the plug in his ass, but now his whole body hurt. They got in the car and started driving back towards home. “That really wasn’t a dream?” asked Shane. “Nope. You really got fucked by a group of poz guys. Ten of them” replied Ric. “I remember someone saying ‘AIDS’. Did that really happen?” asked Shane after a few minutes. “Yeah, five of the guys have AIDS. I hope you were really serious about getting infected, cuz this probably guaranteed it” Ric said. “Yeah, I am. It just seems surreal that something like that happened. If I wasn’t so sore, I would have insisted that it was a dream” Shane replied. Ric got home exhausted and tried not to let his parents look at him too much and notice. He saw his dad on the couch looking like hell with a blanket wrapped around him. “You ok, dad?” he asked. “I think I’m coming down with something, but I’ll be fine” his dad replied. Ric went to his room and sent off a text message to Joe “Think I have my first one ;)”

5. "You need another hit from the pipe," TJ said. "I do?" I asked. My head was swimming already. I had already done more tina than I had planned, done more poppers than I wanted, and now TJ was suggesting that I continue the process. "Yeah," TJ said. "Get you to the next level." Before I could protest, he had stuck the pipe in my mouth, and was already adjusting the flame on the torch. "Tweaked out faggot boy," he said, as I started to inhale the thick clouds. "Make it good for me," he said. I focused on the pipe and the tendrils of white vapor forming in the bowl. It was far easier than the alternative, which was to focus on my now empty hole. The loads from the three different men were mixing inside of me. My body was absorbing the sperm, learning and incorporating the jizz into a permanent part of me. I would never be able to say I was a pure white man again. "That's what I want from you," TJ said, as I sucked on the pipe. "Get you properly fucked up for a fucked-up night." My lungs were nearly at bursting, and I paused for a moment. "Little bit more," TJ said. I took one last gasp from the pipe. Mercifully, TJ took the pipe from me, rather than forcing me to ask the black man to stop forcing drugs on me. "Now, hold it for me," TJ said. "Focus on my cockhead," he continued, guiding my head back down to his dark, hard shaft. I was getting used to TJ's cock, and this time, the head slid in easily. "Just the cockhead," TJ said, reminding me to not go too deep on the cock. I ran my tongue around the thick head, savoring the pre-cum that was dripping from his piss slit. In the moment, it didn't matter that TJ was black. "Fuck that's good," TJ said. All that mattered was that I was able to give him some pleasure. "Ooph," I said, finally unable to hold my breath any longer. I exhaled, and the thick cloud obscured my head and TJ's dick for a moment. I was suddenly aware that the door was still open. Anyone walking by could see that we were partying. Not that it was a problem; everyone at the club was probably on at least something, if not several drugs. "That's nice," TJ said, and gently guided my head back to his cockhead. "Feels good. Your mouth on my dick." I took the tip into my mouth and licked off a bead of pre-cum. I didn't care that it was pre-cum from a black cock. I didn't even care that the door was wide open and anyone walking by could see me servicing a black man. All that was important was that it was a pre-cum and I was the lucky cocksucker who got to lick it up. "Just keep on doing that," TJ said. I obliged, working my way up and down his shaft, teasing out a few more drops of pre-cum. "You need another hit," TJ said. I shook my head. I had done more tina than I was used to, and it was time for me to slow down. "No," TJ said, contradicting me. "You need another hit." The tone was clear; I had no choice in the matter. I slowly pulled off his cock, carefully lapping up all the mixed pre-cum and spit from his shaft. TJ had the pipe ready, and as soon as my mouth was empty of his dick, he stuck the glass stem in my mouth. "I want you to do a nice big hit," he said. He held the torch under the bowl and carefully heated it up. It seemed like it should have been empty by that point, but the bowl quickly filled up with the thick white clouds. I inhaled slowly but deeply. Like sucking off the black men, getting fucked by a Latino, or all the other things I had done that night, I knew I was doing something I would regret later. But in the heat of the moment, it seemed like the right thing to do. "That's it, cocksucker. Show me what you can do with a glass cock." I stayed focused on the pipe, making sure that as soon as the bowl re-filled, I drained it. "Damn, that's hot. Seeing you suck down those clouds," TJ said. He was smiling, and I wondered what he had planned for me next. Finally, my lungs were filled. I nodded. TJ shook his head. "I know you can do more," he said. "Hungry faggot like you," he continued, and left the torch under the bowl and the pipe in my mouth. I gasped and inhaled even more of the thick clouds. At this point, there was no more air in my lungs; it was all drugs. "That's it. That little extra is going to send you flying," TJ said, and finally, mercifully, removed the pipe from my mouth. He guided my head down to his dick and then started to suck on the pipe himself. "Oh yeah," he grunted, careful not to lose too much of the drug. "Fucking good stuff." As I sucked on his cock, he took a long hit from the pipe. One hand, he used to adjust the torch, but the other rested on the top of my head, just in case I had any doubts about my job at the moment. It was obvious that he wanted me to hold the hit. I did just that, even as I wondered if I would pass out from lack of air. Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer, and I exhaled my hit. "That's it," TJ said. "Get you up in the clouds." I dared to look up at him briefly and saw him staring off into the distance. TJ's eyes were glazed over in that familiar haze of drug-induced pleasure, where all that mattered to him was the pipe and my mouth on his dick. "Mmmmmm," he moaned, as my mouth went back down on his thick, dark shaft. "Just what I'm needing right now," he continued. I looked up and saw him exhale a thick cloud. Even as high as I was, I couldn't help but want a little more of those wonderful white clouds, and the way they pushed our boundaries and limits. "One more, I think," TJ said, as he stuck the pipe back in his mouth. It was another leisurely hit from the pipe, making sure that his lungs were filled with the white clouds. I wanted to make him feel good as he held the hit, so I forced myself as far down on his dick as I could. Although I only made it about two thirds of the way, he still grunted appreciatively, and pushed my head a bit further down. I fought off the urge to gag. "Mmmmm," he groaned again, as he finally put the pipe and torch down. I glanced up. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the simple pleasures of getting head. There was enough light from the open door for me to see the smile playing on his face. Finally, he exhaled, and his head was enveloped by the cloud. By the time it drifted down towards the floor, TJ's eyes were open, and he was staring down at me. "Fuck," he said. "This is damn good shit. And you're not a half bad cocksucker, either." My stomach did a flip when he complimented me, as perverted as it seemed to be happy about a nigger complimenting me on my talents sucking his dick. "You think you're ready for a nigger to fuck you?" he asked me. I pulled off of his dick, just long enough to confirm I had heard him properly. "You want to fuck me?" I asked. "Me?" he answered, albeit slowly. There was the languid pace of speaking that I knew was how some men responded to the drugs. I ran my tongue around his cock. He deserved nothing less than my utter devotion to his ebony shaft. "Me?" he asked again. "No. Not yet. Waiting for the magic hour." "Magic hour?" I asked. "Yeah," TJ said. "Magic hour. You'll know when it is. But don't worry. It's not for a while yet. Plenty of time for you to have fun." "Yeah?" I asked, and went back down on TJ's cock, waiting for him to explain more. The room grew darker. It took me a moment to realize that it was someone standing in the door. "He as good of a cocksucker as he looks?" the stranger said. I started to turn my head to get a glimpse of him, but TJ put his hand on my skull and held me in place. "Oh yeah," TJ said. "And his ass has been pretty popular as well." "Fuck," he said. There was a bit of an accent to his voice, almost French, but with a hint of a song. "That's hot. Bareback?" "Is there any other way to fuck?" "I gotta breed a hole," the stranger said. "Knock that faggot up." "That's what he's here for," TJ said. "Just a hole for our pleasure." The stranger was now behind me, his cock pressing up against my asshole. Unlike the earlier men, I could tell he was circumcised. There was not the softness of the foreskin cloaking the stiffness of his phallus. This time, there was no buffer between me and the stranger. "Right on," the stranger said. "That what I think it is?" he asked. Even though my lips were still wrapped around TJ's dick and I was staring at his curly black bush, it was obvious that the stranger was talking about the glass pipe. "Yeah. You want a hit?" "Hell yeah," the stranger said. "First things first though." From somewhere unknown, he produced a bottle of lube, and let a few cold drops of it land on my hole. "He's got a few loads up there already. Not sure you'll need that." "So much the better." In a gap in the music, I heard the bottle land on the bed next to me. His cock pressed up against my hole. The three men who had fucked me had done their job well. My hole was open and loose, and at best, I could only put up a token resistance to his thick cock invading me. "Everything is better when it's the way Allah intended it," the man said. "Allah," he had said. The accent was Arab, from the former French colonies. I had been fucked by two Latinos, a Greek, and now a Muslim. When TJ had said I would be fucked by all the colors of the rainbow, he had not been kidding. "Allah," he had said. His dick had slid into me easily. The accumulated cum had lubricated its passage, and I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. I was continuing down a bad path: I was letting men of all ethnicities and religions fuck me. I wanted the familiar pleasure of a white cock, a good Christian cock, not this sand nigger forcing himself on me. "Here you go," TJ said, passing the party supplies to the latest stranger pounding my hole. "Nice," the stranger said. There was the familiar hiss of the torch, then the slowing of his strokes as he took the deep breaths of the drug. "Fuuuuck," he moaned, then pushed his dick further into me. "Fuuuuck," he moaned again, pulled out, and slammed back into me. "Fucking nice hole," he said. The tina cloud drifted down over my head. "Do another," TJ said. The stranger shoved his dick in to me; at the moment, I was little more than a dick holster for him as he got tweaked out on the crystal I had brought. It was a good feeling, making him happy in so many ways. "And don't hold back on this faggot's ass. He's due for a good fucking tonight." "Oh yeah," the stranger said. "Gonna make him feel like the faggot he is." I already felt like a worthless faggot. My throat was stuffed full of Black cock, my ass was dripping with Latino cum and it was stuffed full of Arab cock. It was hard to imagine getting any lower than being a plaything for these virile, horny, hungry ethnic men. I was a white man. These men should be taking care of me. The anger flared for a moment, but only for a moment. My thoughts were intense but fleeting. The stranger pushed his dick deeper into me, and my imagination jumped to the possibilities of an Arab cock deep in my gut. "Oh, I think he feels like that already," TJ said. The torch was hissing, so I didn't expect a reply from the stranger. TJ continued. "Don't you? Cock in both holes. Must be in faggot heaven." I nodded in agreement, feeling TJ's dick press against my throat as I moved my head. "Fuck," TJ moaned as I did so. "That feels good." He pushed my head down, making me take a few more inches of his dick. I fought back the urge to gag; TJ deserved better than me rejecting his shaft like that. "Ins ‘Allah," the stranger said. "How much cum does he have? He's so wet." "Just a fucking slut, getting what he needs," TJ said. A white cloud floated past my head. I heard the torch again. The stranger was doing a third hit. The horrible tweaker need kicked in, and I wanted that hit to be mine. I didn't want him smoking all of my stuff. "Yeah. Get what you need," TJ said. "I've got plenty more." I had forgotten that TJ had been smoking his own pipe. He must have at least a bit more crystal. Even a small amount would be enough to keep the party going for a few more hours. There was a pause. I could hear only the loudest of the puffs from the pipe over the music. The music had shifted. It was no longer the thumping techno music. Now, it was a deep house mix of a 1970s era sleazy porn movie soundtrack. I wondered if it was a harbinger of what the night had in store for me. "Oh god this is a hot fucking hole," the stranger finally said, as the clouds slowly filled the room. "Use it," TJ said. He took the pipe back from the stranger. The Arab put his hands on my hips and start truly to pound my hole. It was intense enough that I had to brace myself to keep from totally impaling my throat on TJ's dick. I wasn't totally successful, and another two inches of TJ's shaft disappeared into my throat. This time I wasn't completely successful in repressing my gag reflex. TJ leaned in, holding my head in his hands and forcing me to keep his cock buried in my throat. "Fight through it, faggot" TJ said. "This is what you were born to do." "OH FUCK," the stranger said. "This is fucking amazing. His ass. Milking my dick." "Yeah?" TJ asked. "You like that? "Oh, hell yeah," the stranger said. "Well, not hard to make it happen again." "Fuckin' A'," he said. "Bring it fucking on." "Better get him ready for it," TJ said. He fumbled on the bed and found the bottle of poppers. "Big hit for me, cocksucker. Then all the way down." I nodded dumbly. It was hard to believe that this was happening to me, and I wasn't just watching a nasty porn movie. But it was hard to deny the sheer reality of it. Buried in my throat and my ass was a dark, hard cock; coursing through my veins was far too much tina, and now under my nose was a fresh bottle of poppers. "Hold it for me," TJ continued, as he took the bottle away and screwed the cap back on. He dropped the bottle on the bed, then rested his hands on the top of my head. I gulped a little extra air, then swallowed. TJ's cock slid smoothly into my throat and before I realized it, two thirds of his black shaft where nestled deep in my throat. "Ready?" he asked; it was unclear if the question was directed at me or the Arab man. I nodded, although it was far more acquiescence than agreement. "I've been ready," the Arab said. With the permission from the both of us, TJ pushed down on my head, forcing his cock deeper into my throat, way my point of comfort. The results were immediate and exactly what I feared. My body rebelled against the invasion, and I was racked with visceral discomfort and agony. "Oh, fuck yeah," he said, as he slammed his dick in and out of me. "Fucking milk my dick. Make me cum in that slutty white hole of yours." TJ relented for a second, and I gasped for air. I remembered wondering if he had really just called me a slut. But then, I tried to count the men that had fucked me. There was the first stranger. Then there was Jose, and then Demitri. That didn't even count the anonymous black cocks I had serviced at the glory hole, or the very first man, TJ, in the back room of where I worked. The latest stranger was right. I was a slut. I tried to say it in my head. "I'm a slut," but I couldn't do it. Despite the reality of my position, I couldn't quite admit it to myself. However, my brief moment of clarity was quickly yanked from me. It had only been enough time to take a quick gasp, before TJ pushed me back down on his cock. "Make me feel good, cocksucker," TJ said. "Wanna see you choke on all of it." "You think he can take it all?" the other guy asked. "I know he can. Because I'm gonna fucking make him take it all." TJ was leaning in, pushing me further down on his cock. I was struggling against him, trying to do anything but have his dick buried in my throat. He pressed his face up close to my ear. "Don't fight it," he said. "It's going to happen. And if you don't fight, you might be able to enjoy it." I froze. "Hell yeah, faggot," the stranger said. "This is gonna be a night to remember." TJ pushed my head down. Before I realized what was happening, another inch of TJ's thick cock disappeared into my mouth, and his cockhead pushed further into my throat. Even if it took me a moment to understand what had happened, my body's response was immediate. I started to gag uncontrollably as spit and drool dripping out of my mouth and down TJ's shaft while I fought to regain my composure. "Fuck," the stranger said, as his dick slid deep into my ass. "Fuck," he repeated. "Yeah?" TJ said. "You gonna breed the faggot?" "Fuck yeah," he replied, as his pace picked up and his dick hardened. I was still desperate for some relief; TJ's dick was almost completely buried in my throat, and I couldn't remember the last time I had breathed air. But, I realized that my body's spasms of discomfort must have felt like the most intense dick massage the man had ever gotten. "You've got me fucking on edge." "Breed him," TJ said. "That's what the faggot is here for." He leaned in towards me. "Aren't you faggot? Here for a real man's pleasure?" I nodded as best I could. TJ's dick was uncontrollably slipping deeper into my throat and it dripped pre-cum directly into my stomach as it continued to choke off my airways. It felt like I was getting precariously close to passing out, but the promised oblivion never arrived. Instead, seconds stretched into an eternity as the stranger's cock slid in and out of my body, and TJ's cock bored its way deeper in my throat. "This feels fucking awesome," the stranger said. "I'm going to remember this." "Go for it," TJ said. "Mark your territory." "Oh, fuck yeah," the Arab said. In my heightened state of awareness, I was acutely attuned to his every action and motion. His dick had been thickening and the drip of pre-cum was now a steady stream of thick man-juice. "Getting close," he admitted. "Do it," TJ said. The top of my nose was brushing against his wiry black pubes. I had swallowed almost all of his dick. I felt like I was going to be sick, but whether it was from the throat fucking or the utter humiliation of gagging on a nigger dick, it was hard to tell. "That's it faggot. Take all of my big black cock." "He fucking swallowed it all," the stranger said. He slammed his cock into me. "And took all of my rod. Fucking slut," he continued. He pulled his dick out and forced it back into me. "Fucking slut," he repeated, as he repeated his actions. "Fucking take my load." His cock twitched, spasmed, and spurted. A jet of sperm shot down the length and directly into my raw hole. I had taken one more strange man's load, which was just another step down the dark and depraved path I now found myself on. "Give it to him," TJ said. "Make him feel you breed him." "Inshallah," the stranger said. Another surge of pressure traced the length of his dick, landing deep in my hole. "Inshallah," he repeated, even as he was inseminating another man. I wondered if this quiet prayer would be heard, and if it was, what would be his god's response to it. "Inshallah," he said once more, as another jet of sperm landed in my ass. "Fill him up. Breed that slut hole of his." "Inshallah," he repeated. The sperm was flowing freely from his cock. As TJ had commanded him, he was marking my hole with his seed, making me his personal fuck toy. "Fuck," he muttered, as the spurts grew less intense. "Hole milked my balls dry," he said. "Right on," TJ said. Mercifully, he released his grip on my skull. I took the opportunity and gasped for breath, unsure what TJ or the stranger had planned for me next. "Made that hole yours, huh?" "Fuck," the Arab said. "Faggot hole sucked that load out of me." "Feels good," TJ said. "Doesn't it? That feeling when your balls are totally drained of cum." "You know it," he said. "Gonna sleep well tonight." He slowly pulled out of my hole. The chance to breathe freely had not diminished the acuity of my senses; I could feel every drop of the accumulated jizz ooze past his cockhead as he pulled out. It was an amazing feeling, but it was also painfully obvious that this was the feeling of subjugation. It was hard to imagine how much lower I could go than to have some anonymous Muslim guy fuck me raw and cum in me as a black man choked me with his dick. "Big load?" TJ asked. "More than enough to lube him up for you," the stranger laughed. "Oh, it's going to be a while before he gets this up his ass." TJ shook his dick, even as his cockhead was still lodged in my mouth. I eagerly swallowed the extra few drops of pre-cum that leaked out. "I still have his throat to destroy." "Won't be able to talk in the morning." "All a faggot needs to know how to say is 'Please,'" TJ said. I couldn't see his face, but his tone betrayed not the slightest hint of hilarity. "Twisted," the stranger said. He had just the head of his dick still inside me. "You're a hot, sick fuck." His dickhead fell out of my ass. A bit of jizz dribbled out. It was warm, but it quickly cooled down as it dribbled down my leg. He slapped me on the ass. "Hope you know what you got yourself into," he said to me. He stepped off the bed and wrapped the towel around his waist. "Door open?" he asked TJ. "Open. Gotta find the cocksucker more dick." "Nasty, twisted faggot," the Arab said. His voice was clearer, less muddled than earlier. The fuck-fog was starting to clear, and he had a moment of lucidity. "Sick," he muttered.

Reminded me of Manetti

His name is Bradley. I met him on a craiglist ad which I thought was bullshit. He had a swimmer's build, nice cut cock, and hairy buns that just perfectly formed around his very tight looking boy hole. He was 21, me 35. Perfect. So, I reach out to him and we start chatting. He tells me that he's only fucked one guy before and I instantly get rock hard. So, we exchange numbers and we start texting. Then all of a sudden, no responses. So, I'm like, well, another craigslist pussy. Then about 3 days go by and he tests me a picture of him with his shirt off. He seemed drunk so I take advantage and ask for his address. After about 20 minutes he responds with an address. He literally lives 5 blocks from me. So I respond that I'm on my way. OK, he says. I walk over, ring the bell, and he let's me in. He is kind of drunk and smells like it a bit. Anyway, he cracks me a beer and we sit down on his couch. He immediately starts to kiss my neck and rub my bulge. One think leads to another and the next thing you know we are all over each other rolling on the ground. I pull my throbbing cock out and he starts to worship it and taking all 7 inches down his warm throat. I tell him to turn around and bend over. I start stroking his cock that is leaking pre cum and start to stick my tongue in his ass. He tastes like pure virgin meat. At this point I have my arms around him and my cock is starting to prod his hole. Pre cum getting his hole even wetter. I want you RAW. He is hesitant and tells me he's never fucked bareback. I tell him that it's amazing into his ear and my lips sucking his ear lobe. I tell him to take his precum, and rub it on his hole. He listens and abides. I take some of my precum and start to finger him. My fucking god what a tight hole. I can feel it sucking my finger into his guts. I spit on my cock and slid my dick into his hole. He lets out a loud, painful moan so I sit there letting him feel it. I start to pump him slow, grabbing his thighs and forcing him onto my dick. My cock is flying out of his tight hole struggling to stay in. I'm in heaven. We start fucking like wild fucking animals. I flip him over and fuck him, watching his cock fly around and slap on his belly. I squeeze his balls and stroke him until he cums on his belly. I take some of his cum, taste it, and put it on my cock. Perfect fucking lube. I slide back in until I unload rope after rope of my DNA into his guts. I slide out to look at the sight of two men's cum all over his stomach and leaking from his ravaged hole. I move in to give his hole a taste. Great dessert. His pussy is red, leaking my load, and sticking to his hairy ass. It was one of the best fucks I've ever had and honored I was the one to breed him for the very first time.

Yesterday, after a few days of trying I finally shot my load into a very hot Italian chaser. I had been chatting to him on scruff, and his profile said he was 100% bottom and undetectable. I met him on a street corner in the west end and we walked back to his room around the corner, He had a very fit slim toned body, a lightly furry ass and a very big cock, which was thick. we kissed and he sucked my cock until I was hard and I pushed into him with him on his back, just using a little spit. I stopped to ask him if he had any lube, but he said he wanted me to fuck him without any, so I put a bit more spit on his hole and pushed back in. I knew with his hole quite dray and with lots of friction, I wouldn't last long, and soon shot a weeks worth of cum into him. He asked me to stay in him so I kept fucking him and kissing him until he shot a huge load onto his stomach. Afterwards I cleaned up and said thanks, if he wants to meet again, I might as hes very local to meetings I have in the west end, and giving him a second load would be good.

“Wakey, wakey little bro” I said slapping my semi-conscious brother across his face. He blinked slowly as his eyes began to open fully, staring up at my grinning face before realising he couldn’t move properly, swivelling to his left then right and seeing that he was naked and that his legs and arms were outstretched with his ankles tied to his wrists and in turn fastened somewhere off the sides of the bed he was lying on. He couldn’t say anything because he was wearing a ball gag and the full realisation of his predicament was sinking in. He was totally naked and his smooth ass and cunt hole were totally exposed. He tried to say something into the ball gag and I laughed, “What’s that little bro?” I asked, “You say you’re looking forward to this afternoon, that’s good little bro” I replied, talking over his struggling and clearly angry tirade. I slapped his face hard again and he immediately stopped, looking up with tears welling in his eyes. “That’s better you little cunt” I said looking down at him sternly, “You need to learn some respect” He also noticed now that I too was naked, standing before him with my fat cock dangling limply between my legs. “I guess you’re wondering why I’ve got you tied naked to my bed, hey little bro?” I asked him. He stared up at me and said nothing, “Well it’s a bit of story really and begins with me finding out that you’ve been secretly filming me in my room for the last year.” I watched my brother’s reaction and it was of a guy with sudden dawning realisation that he’d been caught doing wrong and was probably going to have to pay for it. Of course, he didn’t yet know how. “So imagine my surprise when one of my buds rings me up to tell me he’s seen a video clip on a porn site of a guy getting his cunt fucked, who looked a lot like me”, I continued on, “It turns out there wasn’t just one clip either, but a few, all with a title saying ‘My bro getting pozzed’”, I stopped for more reaction but my brother knew he was in trouble now and just stared up at me looking scared. “Well I decided to check out my room and guess what I found”, holding up a small black cube, “A fucking camera, actually, three fucking cameras.” “Well little bro, I thought two could play at this and I set a couple up in your room, only one of mine was pointed at your computer so I could see what your password was” I said grinning, “IFUCKBOYS; that was quite interesting. I didn’t know you were gay as well little bro but then I saw you and your hot friend making out while you both watched me getting cock”. My brother was listening intently but he couldn’t do anything except stare up, still with tears in his eyes. “So you like seeing your big bro getting dick, that right, you little shit?” I asked, slapping him again. “You know, I should really thank you” I said stepping back and sitting on the end of the bed next to him, “I did actually want some record of my conversion and you filmed it for me. I don’t think you knew at the time, but I had four toxic guys come and use me a few months ago and you captured the whole thing. How they all took turns raping my cunt and loading me with HIV poz cum. You filmed my conversion.” I said, placing a hand on his smooth six pack stomach. “Remember when I got ill a month ago and was sick for a week. Mum thought I had the flu, which I did, but it was fuck flu, and now I’m poz and I’m very toxic right now too” I said grinning down at him and stroking his naked skin. “So little bro, I’m gonna help you out” I started, “I’ve invited the same four poz guys back round and we’re going to rape your neg cunt all night. We’re going to convert you too, because you want it don’t you little bro?” I finished, staring into his eyes and gripping his cock. He began to shake and I could see terror in his eyes but his dick was swelling in my hand and I knew somewhere in his head he was turned on, “You like that don’t you” I said squeezing his cock. I turned to the door and called, “Hey guys”. My brother looked up at the door as it opened and in walked four familiar and totally naked guys, sporting a variety of builds and semi-hard cocks from large to lethal looking. “Little bro, let me introduce you to Aleksy, Joe, Ethan and Rob” I said. The four guys were a bit of a mix of build but all were athletic to muscular, with Rob, the most standout of them all; black, muscular, tattooed and clearly massive in the cock department. Even limp it was lethal looking. Ethan was perhaps slightly more emaciated than athletic looking, and had some bruising to his skin, which was because he had Aids. I knelt up on the bed with my cock slowly rising and each guy stepped up for a kiss and a cock fondle, which I made sure my sibling could see clearly. “Well boys, this is Matthew my little bro and the shit who needs to be taught a lesson.” I said with an evil grin. Matt looked at me and continued to shake a little before realising each guy behind me was also looking down at him with a look of utter lust and desire to rape him. “Now I reckon you boys should do to him what you did to me and in the order we discussed.” I said winking at them, before stepping up off the bed and reaching for a video camera. “And don’t worry bro, I’m going to film the whole thing so I can sell you’re rape and conversion to a porn site.” With that, Aleksy, the first of the four studs moved forward to the bed and climbed on, his fat dick dangling semi erect. Aleksy was Polish with a nice muscular body and short dark hair. I’d met him online and we’d fucked plenty. He was totally top but could be a dirty shit, which I loved very much. He didn’t waste any time in grabbing my bros now erect dick and squeezing it hard so we could hear an intake of air through the ball gag, before leaning down and rimming out Matt’s unprotected ass hole. I was capturing the action by the side of my brother and would focus on his expression, which right now and considering his predicament, was one of pleasure, as Aleksy kept forcing his tongue into my bros cunt, squeezing and wanking his cock. It wasn’t long before my bro received his first cock of the day as Akeksy forced his now eight inch fat dick roughly into Matt who was clearly in some discomfort not having time to adjust. Very soon Aleksy was fucking my bro hard and deep while the other guys stood round wanking their dicks. I got plenty of close ups of cock in cunt and of Matt’s face as he had clearly begun to enjoy this, possibly forgetting the deadly load he was about to receive. For the next twenty odd minutes my bro was relentlessly fucked with Aleksy occasionally gripping his neck, squeezing and then spitting in his face. The look on my sibling’s face was exquisite because he couldn’t prevent any of it. Finally, I knew Aleksy was close and got the camera right in as he slowed and began groaning loudly before pumping the first toxic load into my brother’s negative cunt. I also noticed Matt was suddenly back to reality and realising what was happening as his eyes went from a look of pleasure to terror. He clearly liked the fucking but wasn’t yet happy about the toxic ending. As Aleksy pulled out, I zoomed in on my bros ravaged cunt hole which was now seeping cum. “Joe, get in there and lick that out for me” I instructed as the next stud, a six foot four inch, athletically built and shaved headed guy was on the bed and kneeling at my bros exposed hole in an instant, licking out the dripping cum. I wanked my own cock as I filmed it, “Let me taste Joe” I said as he turned to me, grinning, with cum on his lips and face. We kissed quickly and he pushed the felched splooge into my mouth. I swallowed it all as Joe spat some on his nice fat seven inch cock and lined up to fuck Matt. Joe raped my bro for a good half an hour and clearly my brother was now beginning to come to terms with his predicament because he was clearly now enjoying being fucked. When Joe eventually let out a loud and lengthy groan, I knew he was dumping a huge load. Joe was a heavy cummer and sure enough as I zoomed in again, the cum practically squirted out my brother’s cunt hole, now nicely stretched and red raw. It was Ethan’s turn next, the emaciated Aid’s riddled breeder. My bro eyed him with clear trepidation but Ethan didn’t waste the cum dripping out, he too went down for a felch and not bothering to ask, I went in too and was rewarded with a nice mouth full of the fresh splooge. Ethan’s cock was long, thin and bruised but was soon ravaging my brothers hole. The sweat was pouring off the pair of them and with Rob still side lined and wanking his enormous nine inch shaft, he knelt next to Ethan and licked off his sweat before they kissed hard. Joe couldn’t hold back either and was kneeling by the side of the bed, wanking my brother as he was being fucked before turning to me and sucking my cock as I filmed on. Soon, Ethan too ejaculated into my brother, “Ah little bro, your first Aid’s load” I cried as the other guys laughed. My brother’s expression was harder to work out now, it looked very much like he was happy to have received it. I could have been wrong, “You know what guys, I reckon the dumb little fuck slut is starting to enjoying this now” Ethan pulled out of Matt’s hole and stood up so that Rob could finally get at my brothers red raw cunt. Rob had been waiting a long time now and didn’t want to delay, he simply fingered out some of the cum in my brother’s hole, smeared It on his cock and then rammed it fully into his hole. We all heard the scream, even with a ball gag on, it couldn’t muffle my brothers discomfort and laughing again, we watched as Rob power-drived nine inches of BBC into my young brothers ravaged hole. Matt was in clear discomfort having never had something so big inside him and Rob was intent on tearing his ass hole as we noticed a few trickles of blood now dripping out. Joe was getting me close as I continued to film as best as I could and capturing the power of Rob as he fucked my brother, which was awe-inspiring. The whole bed was shaking as he continued to force his massive tool into Matt, a pleasure I have experienced many times. I knew I was close now, “Rob, hold up” I said through gritted teeth and pulling free of Joe, I knelt up on the bed and while I filmed, Joe may made me cum, with a few last strokes by hand and so that I shot my load onto Rob’s exposed cock, “Some more lube” I groaned. Rob grinned and continued to fuck my brother, pushing my cum into my siblings hole. Finally, Rob let out a deep guttural growl and slowed as he pumped yet another toxic load into my brother as the sweat dripped off them, spreading over the entire bed. My brother was clearly in some distress but that didn’t bother me at all. Knowing he was being knocked up was much more important. To be continued……………….

Bend Over For Daddy – The precum was streaming down his dick now with every stroke and all I wanted to do was scream in frustration from my need to get fucked. Every stroke of his hand around his long, black dick made his tennis ball size nutts jump a little higher, and his precum was thick, creamy, and even from where I was kneeling on the floor I could smell it. DAMN! The whole weekend had been one frustration after another and now here I was being teased by a dripping dick knowing I would not get to feel it blast inside me as his ad had said ‘safe only’. Ever have one of those weekend when things just don’t work out? Friday night it seemed like all of my regular breeding buddies wanted to seed me, but my ass just would not cooperate. Then Saturday, my ass was in spectacular form and hungry for dick, but there was barely one to be found. The one BBC I did find was too drunk to stay really hard and even though I did get his load and he seemed happy, I was not, and crashed still horny and frustrated, which led to a fitful night’s rest. I gave up trying to sleep, rolled out of bed about 4:30 a.m., and signed online just to kill some time and maybe find something interesting enough to jack off to and that’s when I saw his ad, “TOP FOR THE CREEP-N-ROLL – big dick in Anacostia need ass. Creep through, get my 10-inches, then bounce. Safe only.” The picture with the ad was dark, but it looked like a true 10-incher, so what the fuck. I emailed him, told him I was looking to get barebacked, his reply was, “Creep through, get my 10-inches, then bounce. Safe only – text me for address. My name’s DADDY.” DAMN! I was so horned for a good fucking I would take it covered if I had to so I texted him, got his address, signed into Uber, chose a black car for the ride, and hustled down stairs. When the driver got there and I told him where I was going, he hesitated, said it was a bad part of town, and asked if it was OK if he rang a friend of his, an UberX driver who lived over there to take me on his way home. I was sort of pissed, but said sure whatever and 5 minutes later a gray Toyota with windows tinted so dark I was surprised the driver could see, pulls up, I switch cars, text the guy I am on my way and off we go. At that time of the morning, especially on a Sunday, the streets were pretty deserted so it took us no time to get to Anacostia. The driver was polite and I could tell he was curious why I was heading there, but he did not out right ask, and just nodded when I said I needed to see a buddy. He pulled up in front of the address I gave him, a pale green house at the end of the block that had seen better days and offered to wait to make sure it was the right place and that my ‘buddy’ was home. He seemed to put a weird emphasis on the word ‘buddy’, maybe he thought I was buying drugs, but I didn’t care, so I hopped out, walked up the broken walkway, there was no doorbell so I knocked, and waited. I turned and saw my driver had the passenger side window down and was watching me, so I knocked again, waited, and was about ready to go back to the car when I heard footsteps, the chain rattle, two deadbolts unlock, and then the door creaked open. The black guy who opened the door was a little taller than me, his hair was a series of small braids pulled back that hung almost to his shoulders, each one ending in three metal balls. He had a trimmed, thin mustache and a goatee about three inches long, a few faint tattoos on his arms, and a fat, long dick – he was totally fucking naked! He brushed past me, threw what was left of the cigarette he was smoking out onto the lawn, did a two finger wave at the UberX driver and yelled, “Hey slim!”, stepped back into the house and just stood there. “Ummm… Daddy?” I asked as I took a few steps in while he closed and bolted the door behind me. The house was dark and he did not reply, but just turned and walked into the living room, plopped down on an old orange couch that had a dark green sheet draped across the back, picked up a pack of Newport 100s, lit a fresh cigarette, lifted his left leg up onto the ottoman in front of him, leaned forward a little and spit into his right hand, then began stroking his big dick. I stood in the entry way a minute, debating what to do, if I should stay or go, but hell, even if he was a bit strange, he had a hell of a dick and I needed to get my ass worked. Daddy did not look at me as I walked over towards the couch, he was too engrossed in the porn playing on the TV, a couple HUGE assed women going at it with each other. I was eager to get things moving so quickly stripped and then looked for a place to sit. The couch was covered with a pile of clothes on the end closest to me, he was in the middle, and his ashtray, some empty beer cans, a large bottle of hand lotion, and fast food trash were on the other end. He made no effort to move anything, so I positioned myself on my knees in front of him where I could get a good view of him stroking, and offer him my mouth. When I did, he scooted forward a little more on the couch so his balls were completely hanging free and continued stroking. I started jacking my dick and asked, “Want me to suck you?” Daddy didn’t reply, he just kept stroking his dick, which was now starting to ooze precum. He then put the cigarette between his teeth, dug around in the pile of clothes beside him, pulled out a white sock that was brown from dirt and filth and flung it at me. I caught it, not sure what he wanted me to do, but instinctively brought it up to my nose to smell. HOLY FUCK that was rank! I coughed and gagged a little, my eyes watered, and when I looked at him, Daddy had a smirk on his face and was jacking his dick harder now. I’m so used to guys being super verbal, so being with one who was not was odd, but at least I knew now something he liked. I held the filthy sock closer to my face, inhaled, and about threw up as I coughed and gagged even harder. I heard Daddy moan, “AAAHHHH,” as he looked at me and his dick was now shiny from the precum he was leaking. I put the sock down and scooted forward to try to suck his dick, but he pushed me back with his foot like I was a dog pestering its master for dinner. I picked the sock back up, a little annoyed, inhaled deep a few more times, and this time did not choke and frankly rather liked it. Pure man funk. I closed my eyes and savored it a moment and when I looked back up the precum was streaming down his dick now with every stroke and all I wanted to do was scream in frustration from my need to get fucked. Every stroke of his hand around his long, black dick made his tennis ball size nutts jump a little higher, and his precum was thick, creamy, and even from where I was kneeling on the floor – and through the lingering funk of his filthy sock - I could smell it. DAMN! “Bend over for Daddy,” my host said as he sat up on the couch and used his left foot to kick the ottoman a little more in front of the TV. Finally I was going to get fucked! I quickly stood up, bent over the ottoman and braced myself with my hands on the side edges, then stood back up and frantically searched my clothes for my poppers. Shit, I must have forgotten them. “Um.. I..do you have poppers I could use?” I asked him. “Bend over for Daddy,” my host said again, so I took that as a no. I bent back over the ottoman, my legs shaking in anticipation, and looked back as Daddy grabbed the large bottle of lotion off the end of the couch and fumbled around a bit through the pile of cans and trash, looking for a condom I assumed since he said safe only. Oh well, I anxiously waited as I heard him squirt some lotion out, then flinched a little as he began rubbing lotion first on one ass cheek then the other. He then squirted several long streams of lotion down the crack of my ass, ran a finger up and down, squirted some more, most of which seemed to hit the floor, then even more. He set the lotion down, turned and grabbed a red t-shirt off the clothes pile, wiped his hands and tossed the shirt onto the floor near the TV. He then grabbed my waist and pushed me forward and down as he said again, “Bend over for Daddy.” I was forced now to get on my hands and knees on the ottoman and as I adjusted myself in the new position, I could feel him start pushing his big dick into my ass. I had barely got situated when the first inch or two popped in. OH FUCK HIS DICK WAS BIG!! I grunted from the pain as he pushed his dick in a bit further. He paused, reached down for the lotion bottle, squirted more into my crack and onto his dick, dropped the bottle to the floor with a thud, and as he began using his left hand to coat my lower back and ass with excess lotion, he began pushing harder up my ass. All that lotion in my hole and around his dick started making slurping noises as he stroked me in and out, and he was taking his sweet old time, but I was so horny and began begging, “Fuck me daddy, fuck me harder. Fuck me!” He paid me no mind, and kept working my ass open with his dick, every inch sliding in and out and side to side in a steady rhythm. Daddy then paused again, eased his dick out with a loud PLOP and streams of lotion and ass juice ran down my ass and thighs and dripped onto the ottoman and carpet. I twisted my body and turned my head to see what he was doing and in profile saw that he did not have a condom on! He had been fucking me raw! DAMN! I had no idea. All that lotion, it was hard to feel much except ‘full of dick’, and I started breathing a little hard in excitement, hoping he was not looking for a condom now or deciding not to shoot in my ass. My host was rummaging around in the pile of clothes again and pulled out first one, then a second tube sock that both looked almost black from filth and dirt. The tops of each sock were pretty white, but the foot parts were dark and stained and as I watched he carefully wrapped each sock around his right hand almost like he was making a mitten, stood back, pointed at the end of the couch and said, “Bend over for Daddy.” I climbed off the ottoman, bent over the end of the couch that was filled with clothes, and almost became light headed from the stench and funk. Daddy got behind me and this time shoved his dick in as hard and deep as he could from the go pushing me forward into the dirty pile. He used his left hand to help me scoot back and get my footing as I buried my hands into the pile of dirty clothes to brace myself. Daddy then leaned forward, covered my face with his right hand that had the two dirty socks wrapped round it, and pulled my head back forcing me to arch my back and impale myself deeper on his raw dick. Daddy held his filthy sock covered hand tight over my nose and mouth as he started to slam fuck me. I was choking, gagging, coughing, tears were streaming down my face as I fought to breathe and every little gasp of air slammed me with the hideous stench. Every effort to breathe through my mouth allowed him to force some of the dirty socks in, as he made me taste them as well as smell them. The more I gagged and choked, the harder he fucked, and as it got hard to breathe at all because he was clamping his hand so tight on my face I started to panic a little, but daddy wedged me against the edge of the couch so I could not run and used his left hand to dig into to my waist and hold me tight. I pushed my ass back as far as I could and braced my hands on my thighs. I wanted to smell him, taste him, and feel him shoot his load inside me and the lotion that had been so sloppy to start, was now feeling dry and like my insides were being scraped, and I did not care. “AWWW…AWWW….AWWW..BEND OVER FOR DADDY….AWWW…..” my host yelled and then proceeded to jettison every drop of sperm he could into my ass. His long dick twitched, danced, and bounced around inside me as he orgasmed and with every spurt I worked my ass, clenching and grabbing, and trying to force it deeper and to pull out every drop. As he relaxed his grip on my face and pulled his filthy socks away, the rush of fresh air made me dizzy. Daddy then yanked his spent dick out of me sending streams of used lotion and our mix of cum and ass juice down my leg to stain the carpet, and when I turned to try to lick his dick clean, he just brushed me away with his foot, grabbed another shirt off the couch, wiped his dick, thighs, and chest down, tossed that shirt back into the pile, then sat on the couch and lit a cigarette and started watching the movie again. Well I guessed that was my cue that he was done, so I picked up the red t-shirt he has used earlier, wiped the worst of the mess off my ass and thighs, got dressed, and realizing he was not going to see me out, headed to his front door. After a bit of fumbling I got all the locks undone and let myself out and was surprised to see my UberX car was still sitting there and the driver was leaning against the passenger side, casually smoking. He put out his cigarette as I walked up, opened the back door for me, and then surprised me by making me scoot over as he got in right behind me. I looked at him, confused, and said, “Hey man, what’s going on?” suddenly afraid I was going to get robbed or something. The sound of all the car doors locking echoed as he pressed the key fob, and he smiled as he turned and said, “It’s time for the tip.” You don’t tip the Uber drivers, but I thought maybe he was new, or did not know, so I stammered, “Yeah man, no problem. I can tip you.” My driver laughed as he shook his head and started to unbuckle his pants. “No. You got it wrong. I’ve got your tip,” and I could only stare in wonder as he fished a mammoth dick out his shorts that was longer and thicker than the one that had just bred me. In a flash I had my pants off and was grunting face down in the back seat as my UberX driver mounted me and raw fucked my ass using the fresh cum that filled my guts as the only lube before adding his own. Maybe the weekend would turn out alright after all.

Not sure but I think my brother has a BF as he is acting a little to happy and said he will be home late on Friday.

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

Had two interesting patients recently, one was 76 and the other was 22 and they were both poz. The younger guy woke up hurting and after some pain medication he calmed down but decided he needed to be naked and uncovered—not that I was complaining. For his procedure they had to shave his stomach and into his pubic area and he kept rubbing himself saying how smooth it was and how great it felt. He said his cock looked so much bigger without the hair. I watched as he rubbed, pulled, and caressed his body. It was hot. The medication made him chatty and I asked about him being poz and he told me he loved to fuck and knew he was going to get it eventually so he searched it out. Told me he would take any cock and load and that he liked to fuck too. As he was talking I rubbed his leg and worked my way down between them and up to his balls and then down to his hole and eased my finger into him. He just spread his legs and reached over for my cock. He asked if I would ever fuck a poz guy and I said of course. As I added another finger to stretch his hole I bent over and licked the drop of precum at the head of his cock. He grabbed my head and pushed it down on his cock and shot a huge load of that poz cum in me. I pulled off and he apologized but said that was just what he needed and he fell asleep. Later when he woke up he acted as if it never happened and was sent on his way. The 76 year old was a nice man who had a minor procedure and very flirty. As I looked at his dressing I saw his cock which was long and hanging between his legs. As I felt his abdomen we kept talking and even after I was finished I kept my hands there right above his cock. He reached down grabbing his cock and said this thing has gotten me into all kinds of trouble but no one wants anything to do with it anymore. He said being old was bad enough but you add poz to it and no one wanted him anymore. I rubbed his cock and said they are foolish. I squeezed and pulled his cock softly and he said it had been so long since anyone touched him like that. I kept at it as we talked and he got harder though it took some work. He had a really big head and I rubbed around it saying I bet that really stretched some hole and he just laughed and said you have no idea. He said you don’t have to do that and I said I want to that I liked feeling him in my hand and would love to feel him in my mouth. He said I won’t tell if you won’t and I leaned over and licked that huge head and worked that cock into my mouth and throat. His hands found their way to my head and he slowly guided my mouth. He pulled me off and stroked for me saying he was getting close I whispered in his ear that I wanted that load and he said are you sure and I just went back to sucking him and soon he shot in my mouth. Afterward he was nice and kept saying how grateful he was for taking such good care of him. Two patients, two loads of poz cum. One older one younger but both very hot.

Recently it seemed every patient has having a hernia repair. The men come out in scrotal support which is just a flimsy jock strap. As the latest guy woke up from the anesthesia he wanted to see the dressing so I pulled up his gown and showed him making sure to run my hands around his abdomen and around his crotch asking if it was tender or hurt. Later he asked if I could remove the support because it was near his dressing and was bothering him. After removing it he laid back spread his legs and relaxed. I stepped away to get him something to drink and when I returned he had kicked off the covers his hands were under his gown slowly moving. I teased him saying it looks like he has his hands full and he just grinned and continued jacking. Anesthesia and pain medication make people relax and do all kinds of things. As I leaned over to check his dressing his free hand brushed over my cock. He did it a few times and then we he saw I was not going to stop him he took a firmer hold of my cock in my scrub pants. I reached down unzipped and pulled my cock out. We were jacking each other and he slid down a bit and leaned over sliding my cock into his mouth. After a few minutes he looked up at me and whispered, “my boyfriend would love to get his hands on that”. I bent over and licked the head of his cock and sucked him. He relaxed his legs and my fingers searched out his hole. I slowly wet a finger and pushed it inside him. I found his prostate and worked it as I sucked him and it was not long before he shot a nice load in my mouth. Later as he was getting ready for discharge his bf was helping him get dressed in the bathroom. I knocked and asked if they needed any help and when I stuck my head in the patient was sucking his boyfriends cock. I smiled and they motioned me in. I stood behind the bf and rubbed his ass while he reach back to massage my cock in my scrub pants. The patient looked at me and said fuck him. I got on my knees and rimmed his ass then stood up and sunk my cock into his bf’s hole. Knowing we did not have much time it was nothing but a quick hard pump and dump. I fucked my load into him and when I was finished he pulled off, turned around, and sucked my cock clean. I bent to kiss the patient who had a load of his bf’s cum in his mouth that he shared with me. The whole thing did not take long but fuck was it hot. I have gotten together with them a few more times for longer sessions but none comes close to fucking at work.

As a nurse recovering patients after surgery I have seen many things. As the only guy in the department I usually end up with the majority of the male patients. The anesthesia and pain medication can relax people to allow them to do things they would not normally do—they can always blame the meds if they even remember it at all. They come to me wearing just a hospital gown and I have to assess them. I pull the curtain around us and uncover them and pull the gown out of the way to assess any dressings. I feel around the abdomen and let my hands drift lower to brush their cocks. Recently cared for a guy in his late 80s after surgery and when I was looking him over his cock looked a bit off. Come to find out he had a penile implant placed several years earlier. He can pump it up with a hidden button and it fills his cock with saline. I asked how it worked and what it felt like. He was very willing to tell me all about it. While he was talking he said feel it so I grabbed his cock and squeezed it slowly. When it was time to discharge him home I helped him to the bathroom and he removed the gown and his dressing came loose. As he stood there I got down on my knees in front of him and fixed the dressing and he said let me show you how hard I can get. He inflated the device and his cock went from nice to rock hard. He encouraged me to feel how hard it got. I ran my hands over that big, hard, 80+ year old cock then leaned in a give it a lick. He moaned softly so I slid more of it in my mouth. I sucked his cock for several minutes and he said he didn’t cum anymore but he loved feeling my mouth on his cock. Most patients feel they have to pee after surgery and I will get a urinal for them which most find difficult to use. If I can I will help them stand at the bedside and help support them so they don’t fall. I tell them to hold on to me and I take their cock and place it in the urinal. Most feel like they need to pee but do not have to but want to try for several minutes. I will tell them to massage the area over their bladder and show them how by placing my hand above their cock and slowly rubbing and letting my fingers dip down to around the base of their cock. They may not end up peeing but the majority of them end up with a hard on. Most of them encourage me to continue rubbing them saying it feels good and they think it is helping. They get harder and I remove the urinal and slowly let my hand brush more of their cock. Jerking them slowly and hearing them moan. Had a guy who broke both arms and was back for multiple surgeries. When I was assessing him and looking at his various dressing I brushed his cock and it got hard right away. He told me he couldn’t jack off and was backed up. He would ask me to scratch his stomach or leg and I would pull back his gown and scratch where he wanted and his cock just stayed so hard. I kept brushing it and finally grasped it and gave it a stroke and he just sighed and said yes in one long breath. I continued stroking him and asked if this was what he really needed. He said just please don’t stop. I slow stroked him for several minutes. Eventually he told me he was going to shoot I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth and he shot days worth of backed up cum down my throat. He would request me to recover him after each of his many surgeries and I always helped him out. I have cared for my friends, family member, neighbors, their family members, city officials, doctors, coworkers, and strangers of all ages. Usually it is just work but sometimes it turns into more. Each day is a new adventure.

The New Owner Part 1 I had moved to the city about two years ago and into a nice duplex. I was now 21, 5' 10", 165#, blond hair, fit and never had trouble getting a date or getting laid whenever I wanted to. The girls went nuts for me and my nice cut 7" cock helped some too. I had a good job and prospects to move upward in the company. My name was Jim. Then the duplex was sold. The new owner moved into the other half of the duplex. He was, I found out, 40, 6', 195#, brown hair and seemed to be very fit and his name was Hank. I was to find out later on that he also was well endowed with a 9" cut fat cock. His moving in did not change the rent, just made it easier to pay since he was just 'next door'. For the next couple of months nothing seemed any different and all went about like normal. Then one Friday night, as I was leaving to go out, I met him coming home with a friend. Hank introduced me to his friend, name of Tom. We talked for a few minutes, about nothing in particular and then I left. For a Friday night, the scene was really dead for some reason and for the first time in quite a while I came home earlier than normal, about 11pm and alone. I made casual notice that the lights were on in my landlords place but really didn't pay any more attention than that. I sat down to watch some TV but there wasn't much on there either. By midnight, I decided I was tired and headed to bed. My bedroom shared a wall with the other half of the duplex. I had just settled down when I could hear sounds coming through the wall. I guess I had never paid any attention to that before. I was kind of curious and got up and put my head closer to the wall as the sounds didn't seem to be a TV. I was startled to hear what seemed to be moans of pleasure. Then I heard a definitely male voice, Tom?, saying how good that felt. "Keep fucking me good." Then I heard Hank saying, "Yeah, your hole feels so good, I love fucking your ass, and I am going to fill you full of my cum." My mind went round and round, as I realized my new landlord must be gay and I didn't know it before. What a mind blower that was. I had really never known anyone gay before, that I knew of anyway. I listened some more and heard Hank saying, "Are you ready? I am going to cum and fill you full. Here it comes." I heard him growl then and knew he must .be cumming and then heard Tom say, "OMG, I am cumming too. Keep pounding my hole. It feels wonderful." Then Hank was telling him that he was such a good cumdump and hoped he would enjoy his gift and Tom saying he had waited too long for it and was enjoying it to the max. I had no idea what that last bit had been about but they apparently were done for the night as I heard no more sounds then and turned in for the night myself.

Part 1 I never found that perfect guy that night. I realised, a long time after, that he probably didn't exist. But I was young back then, that night when I agreed to meet him in a sauna. We 'had' to meet there as I lived with my parents and his flatmates didn't allow that sort of thing. I'd only just turned 18, but we'd spent so long talking online before then – months and months, at least. And he was the hottest guy I'd ever seen. He was a few years older than me, and had been a twink in school, but a few years of working in a physical job had given him compact muscles, his face was sharp and angular, and he had a great warming smile. He was perfect, and I'd made myself cum thinking of my skinny frame against his muscles many times. Usually on webcam, while he'd watch, but I'd never get to see him. So when I went down into the changing rooms of the sauna, I was just as excited as I was nervous. I'd always imagined saunas to be places filled with gross old perverts, but when I told my friend as much, he said he wouldn't let them near me, and that he'd take my virginity in front of all of them and make them jealous. Just the thought of it made me hard. The guys in the changing room weren't as gross as I thought they'd be, and in fact, some of them were actually quite muscular. I guessed they must use the gym upstairs before coming down. I was definitely the youngest person there by at least 10 years though, and I imagined they were all still perverts. I thought he'd be here by the time I got there, but one quick look around confirmed that he wasn't. I felt uncomfortable stripping in such an open space, and I wanted to see him first. I sent him a text asking where he was and sat on a bench away from the lockers, trying to ignore the stares I got from the occasional passerby. After a few minutes, my phone buzzed with a message from him "Traffic is hell – will be there as soon as I can. Try the hot tub or something ;-)." I felt a little chill as I didn't want to go into the place on my own, but I was worried that if I hung about in the changing room any longer, security might throw me out. A second text came through a few minutes later, asking "Did you take that pill I sent you? I'm so hard for you right now." A picture of his dick, his perfect dick, was attached to the text. His cock was eight inches long, blooming head, and he big heavy looking balls. He'd pulled down his jogging bottoms and taken a picture while at the wheel of his car. I knew I was going to struggle with it, which was why he had sent me a little blue pill, saying it would help keep me hard. He also sent a bottle of poppers for my use. Thanks to the picture, the excitement (at least temporarily) won out over my fears. I went to my locker, stripped, and, pretending to cough, slipped the pill into my mouth. Then, feeling a bit daring, (and perhaps because there was nobody in the changing room for the briefest of moments), I stripped down completely, turned-on my cell phone camera, held my semi-hard cock in one hand, and snapped a photograph of my cock. Just then the door opened, which quickly killed my nerve. I wrapped myself in the towel I'd been given, which wasn't nearly as big as I would have liked, and checked out the picture before I sent it to him. I thought I looked pretty good. My dick certainly wasn't as big as his, but it was still a decent six inches. My skinny, pale frame might have been a bit gangly, but he said he liked it like that, and he had also sais he loved my curly dark brown hair and 'pouty lips', to use his description. As I was pretty sure he'd like the photo, I texted it to him with the caption "Took it. Waiting for you." Gathering my nerves, I stood by my locker a few minutes more, and I noticed the guys who passed through the locker room in the next few minutes seemed more comfortable that I was wearing a towel, as opposed to when I was in my street clothing, but for the most part I was mostly left alone. I also noticed that while my towel went barely half-way down my thighs, other guys had longer towels, but I wasn't willing to make a fuss with the door guy, as somehow he seemed to annoyed about something. A few minutes later, another text came through saying "Fucking hot! I can't wait to have that. I'm gonna be awhile – take the poppers and go find somewhere to relax." A smarter, less horny kid than I might have worked out what was going on at that point, but I was too naïve. I felt scared, but the thought of him 'having that' was enough to push me forward. I took the poppers from my jeans pocket and, since I couldn't take it any further into the sauna, put my phone in my shoe, I locked my stuff away, put the banded key around my wrist, and, in a not-so-confident stride, passed-through the the door that led into the sauna.

Was staying in a hotel for a work trip and found a guy on grindr that was really close - turns out he worked at the hotel. His profile said he was straight and just looking for some boy pussy so I invited him to my room once his shift ended. I greeted him naked at the door and let him in. He is latino, pretty short (about 5'6) with an average build and average sized uncut cock. He told me he doesn't do this often and that I can't tell anyone - that's fine, I say, I just want his load. I lead him back to the bedroom where get gets naked. Unsure of whether or not he expects foreplay, I stand still for a moment before he tells me he just wants to fuck. That's fine, I say again, before bending over the bed and arching my back, ready and waiting for his cock. I have no lube and neither of us makes any mention of condoms, so he spits on his cock and then on my hole and begins to slide into me. It hurts at first - my ass is tight, but he tells me my hairy hole feels good and I can feel his cock get harder in my ass. He begins to pick up his pace, and compliments my boy pussy before telling me to lay sideways. After a few minutes of this he must've been getting close as he pushed me back on my stomach and begin pounding away at my ass mercilessly. I could only lay there and taking it, moaning quietly every time his cock stabbed at my prostate. Finally he grunted and heaved himself deep into my ass and I could feel his rod pulsing a warm load deep into my guts. He pulled out and cleaned up quickly before dressing and leaving. After he was gone I went and pushed his load out into the toilet. I wasn't too surprised to see some blood in the water as well.

Parking spot...

Yesterday, completely unexpected. Was chatting with a long time acquaintance/bud, not super close but enough to talk often, and he was a customer of mine at the auto dealer I used to work at. Anyways, I'm telling him how I'm so sexually frustrated by all the flakes and online bullshit, he tells me he's jacked off numerous times to a fuck vid I have on dudesnude, to which I reply " and you haven't even seen the locked ones yet ", him "there's more!?". We've also both thought the other was hot, but never did anything about it. One thing leads to another and he's tell me that he's always wanted to fuck me, and he was getting off work early. Next thing I know, I have my hood on, ass up in the air when he comes in, I was really nervous at first but once he started eating my hole it was over, the fuck was animalistic and incredible, he bred me good. Then we hung out for about 45 minutes just shooting the shit, we start rubbing each other's legs and decide to go for a round two. No hood, he takes me doggy again, and damn if it's not one of the hottest fucks either of us have ever had. Wraps his big meaty arms around me in a bear hug, I grab onto them and hold on tight while he pounds away. Then puts his arms straight down in front of my hips and pounds harder, and I'm working my cunt like mad to get his second load, and I'm not disappointed. It gradually built, he started grunting, louder, louder, then holy shit, I had kind of a mental/body orgasm while he flooded me. Once we disengaged and came down from our respective highs , we both commented on how insanely hot it was. That was around 1 PM, I had cum running out of me the rest of the night! we've talked since, he's just as much of a pig as I am, lots of fun things have been mentioned and tossed around, including a sleazy motel room by the airport for both of our birthdays, being that he would help me get 40 loads for his bday, and add to/felch/etc my hole at his wanting. So, who knew, and more to cum (pics/video too)

A few crazy times! Too many to write about. A couple nights ago, had two tops over, one is about 8, the other is the same, but really thick! Second time they have both come over together, and spent a couple hours using all my holes, cock after cock! After very hard fucking and sucking, the thick cock buried deep inside and filled me with his cum! The second guy licked and sucked my ass for awhile, then fucked me and came in me too! My ass was dripping cum, and well creamed! Tonight, a top friend messaged me, wanting to come over and bring another guy. I was tired, but, well, can't turn down two So, got ready, and in about 30 min, he arrived, and we started playing. He has an average cock, but uses it well! I was sucking his cock, didn't even hear the other guy come in till I felt him sucking my cock! My friend then starting licking my ass, fingering it, getting it wet and ready, before he slid his cock in me! He was fucking me nice and slow, and the other guy presented his cock to my lips. And, wow, it was huge! Maybe 9 or 10, and so thick! I was a little worried if that would even fit, but was about to find out! As soon as my friend slid out, he pushed my legs up to my shoulders, and pushed in. I pretty much just screamed, as it felt like I was being torn open! That didn't stop him, and he pushed in all the way. Luckily, as he was fucking me, with my legs pushed behind my own head, my friend went down and started licking my ass and his cock, spitting on us, ramming his tongue everywhere. It felt amazing! After sometime getting fucked, they switched, and I was turned on my stomach. Friends cock was pushed in, and I was now sucking the huge cock, getting well and truly spitroasted. I could tell I was about to get an ass full of cum, as he thrust harder and harder, and eventually held still, spurting all his cum into me. As he slid out, I turned and cleaned him off, tasting my ass and his cum. He dressed and left, and thick cock laid on his back, and I slid down onto his cock, wanting to coat it in cum! It was dripping all over his cock and balls, so I slid off, and licked him clean, then repeated. Loved pushing all that cum out, licking it up! Finally, he pushed me off, turned me to face the edge of the bed, and buried in deep, eventually pushing me flat on the bed, driving in deep. He was now holding me down, pushing on the back of my neck, pinning me underneath him. He was grunting, and telling me he is going to breed me, making sure I knew, and could not move! Pushing in deep, he grunted, very loud, holding in very deep! As he slid out, he laid on his back, and I licked him clean too! Feeling my ass, it was absolutely covered in a mess of cum and ass juice! I only wish I had a line of more guys right away!

Part 3 　 My new neighbor and his friend went at it for a good hour. I could not believe the time. Then I finished up my room and got around for the day. It being Sat. and a nice day, I decided to mow the yard like normal for me. I went and got out the mower and then decided to clean it before. I sat down on the lowest step and tipped the mower over on its side. Then started to scrape out the old grass and dirt from the underside, which I had not done before putting it away last time I used it. I was concentrating on it and then it dawned on me someone was watching. I looked up to see Hank standing there watching me and I had not heard him walk up. Being down so low, about the first thing I noticed was that he was wearing old style shorts, the kind men used to wear and very short in the legs. I found myself, basically, looking right at his cock almost hanging out. It was huge. I, being straight, didn't linger there though, it was just a passing thought. I looked up to see that the shorts were really all he had on. He was well muscled, I noted, and had a smile on his face. I told him hi and he said hi in return. He asked what I was up to and told him I was just cleaning the mower and then going to mow. He knelt down and wanted to know if I needed any help? Kneeling like he did, with those short shorts on, his cock practically fell out entirely. He said, "Oops, sorry about that, I just kind of threw these on and didn't realize how short they were anymore. Didn't mean to put on a show." I just laughed and said, "No problem, the neighbors can't see back here with that fence around the back." I went on to tell him I could get the lawn ok, but thanks anyway. I soon had the mower ready and got the yard mowed, working up a good sweat by the time I was done. I went in the house and threw off my sweaty clothes, took my shower and then before getting dressed, went to the kitchen to get a cold water out of the fridge. As I turned to go get dressed I heard a soft whistle and turning found Hank standing at the door. He said, "Sorry about that, but you left the door open and I was just about to yell when I noticed you bent over in the refridgerator. Sorry, also, about the whistle but couldn't help it as you do have a nice bod there. I just wanted to see if you had a hammer I could borrow. I'm going to hang some pics up and can't find mine?" I was a little flustered at being naked in front of a gay man, but regained my composure and told him that I did have one, just give me a minute to get some clothes on. He told me he would wait. I threw on some shorts and a Tshirt and went back to the kitchen. I dug in my tool drawer and got the hammer for him. We stood there a bit and made some small talk. He then said, "Oh, by the way, do you have plans for tonight? If not, I am having a few friends over for some drinks. Nothing fancy, just sitting around gabbing and you can come over if you want to. I am sure they would all welcome you." I told him, "I planned on going to a couple of bars to check on friends and see what else might happen." He said, "We will still be up late and the offer still stands if you want to stop by later." He then left and I started getting ready to go out and see if I could find a hot girl for the night. As I was leaving I noticed about 5 guys walking up to my neighbor's door. They each seemed to be, like him, about 35 to 40 years old and all seemed to be decent looking guys.

Part 2 　 I awoke Saturday morning nicely refreshed from a good nights sleep. It was a nice day, so I decided to sit outside on the porch and drink my morning coffee. As I was sitting there enjoying the wonderful sun, I heard the door of the otherside of the duplex open. I turned to look over there and Hank and Tom walked out, also drinking coffee. When they saw me, they both waved and went down the steps and came over to my side. I asked them to have a seat. We all sat around for a while then drinking coffee and chatting, again, about nothing in particular. Then Hank told me, "I guess you know now that I am gay and so is Tom?" I told him I had kind of guessed it, but did not add that I had heard them last night. Hank asked, "That doesn't change anything with you does it?" I told him it didn't mean a thing to me at all, it was his business. He kind of looked relieved and said, "That is great, so many think badly of it." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "it was no big deal, I was always curious as to why guys and gals were like that, but it really wasn't any of my business to judge." He smiled and thought that was a good way to be and if I had any questions to just ask and he would try to answer them as best as he could. Our talk turned to other things then, the weather, work and so forth, nothing much just passing the time. Then Hank and Tom got up and went back inside Hank's place. I got up and went in to tidy up and do my dishes. Then up to my bedroom to make the bed up and maybe take a shower. I heard noises again and again, I leaned towards the wall to listen. It seemed Hank and Tom were back at it again as I could hear the moans of pleasure again. Both seemed to like a lot of talk during also. Could hear them telling each other how great they felt. Hank telling Tom how great it felt being deep inside him and Tom saying how great it felt having his hole pounded deep and hard.

2. Condemned There’s nothing you and I won’t do I’ll stop the world and melt with you The warm night air felt good. No, a shit fuck better than that. The night felt like it was groping him, diddling with his brain as much as booty. It felt outrageous being naked on a rooftop on a hot summer night, his first night in New York, with the breeze drying his matted hair. The city lights were so foreign, many lit windows from high-rises off in the distant, like far off stars, like oil tankers out on a black sea. It made him feel he's in an alien world; he is. In alien skin; he is. Time felt fluid, running backward and forward, never fixed. He smelled piss drying on his skin. He licked it reminding himself it's Manetti's stench he's wearing. It's the only thing he's wearing, except his brother's wet jock around his neck. How fucked up is that?! His tightening skin reminds him of how it used to be when he came out of the ocean back home, the feeling of salt drying under a blazing sun. Tonight, though, a full moon beamed overhead. As they clamored over embankments to the neighboring building, he's still rushing with the vulgarity of his thoughts. He’s not expressing them out loud anymore, but they're still running through his brain. He keeps coming back to a memory that a man just peed on him, that he's going to visit someone, naked, someone Manetti calls his ‘Master.’ He has no reference for what a Master is except for pictures in a magazine. It's part of an imaginary vocabulary. A Zeus figure or Mister Universe. More of a cartoon really. He's not really thinking though. His thoughts are like birds that have escaped their cage and flying lost in the air; freedom they’ve never had before and don’t know what to do with. Manetti leading him is the only thing that grounds him to earth. If he thinks at all it only happens in small bursts. Fragments. He's nervous. He sees his dick has shrunk. His balls feel cold and hide, shriveled up inside him. This moment he's nervous. The next he's more excited than nervous. He regarded Manetti' arms. He's still very horny. Manetti had enormous triceps that flexed under the full moon as he pulled himself over the half wall to the next building. Manetti reached out a hand and helped pull him up. The moon had a glowing ring around it. During the last full moon he was looking at it from the rear window of an Impala, made a decision he wasn’t going back to school the next day. Now here he is naked on a rooftop, being led on a dog leash. Life’s so strange; it is. Wait. There's a collar around his neck? When did that happened? Are there other things he's not remembering? The leash Manetti's holding is attached to his collar. That seems familiar now, part of the plan. Wait. What's the plan exactly? Another thought pops in his head while he's feeling the studs on his collar. He gathers some birds together to string out a sentence. Making sentences is hard and takes enormous effort. "This building,” he said in a hushed voice to Manetti, like someone was going to overhear them. “The one we're on. Sir. Walking on. Tink-tink." He shows him fingers like they're walking, like Manetti wouldn’t know what walking meant. "Yes?" said Manetti. They're at the next building's rooftop hatch. "The front door said 'condemned.' This one." Chris pointed downward. He closed his eyes. A picture formed from a few hours ago. Metal buttons. His brother's name on tape. He steps in a puddle, real time, right now, in his bare feet on the tar roof. He's back in the here and now. It's warm, the puddle. He thinks he’d like to sit down in it. A leash tugs him on. He’s never been on a leash before. He kind of likes it. He could see himself being a dog. Maybe a pet for Manetti and his brother. He’d sleep on the floor, he would. His mind is flying off. Wet shoes that squished. He remembered that. He was cold. When was that? "This building," he said to Manetti absently. "The front door and all the windows were boarded up. Like no one’s home." "That's what Master wants people to think." Manetti popped open the hatch and pointed down the stairs. Chris looked in and descended into the darkness. It's quiet except for the creak of the stairs. Chris' heart raced. He relied heavily on the banister going down, but this feeling of nervous excitement, palpitations, it never leaves him, not since Manetti stuck the needle in his arm. When was that? Wet shoes. He's lost the thread. He's anxious to meet Manetti's Master. He’s curious what Manetti's Master could possibly look like. He gathered birds and released them to Manetti. "What's he like, Sir? Master Drax." Moonlight poured from the skylight over the stairs onto their bare shoulders. He can’t see what’s in the shadows. Formless things. Nameless. It’s the drugs that make him imagine things that aren't there, he told himself, but he’s walking slower. Manetti had to keep nudging him forward so he doesn't bump into him. Manetti sensed Chris was having second thoughts. As they walked the long hall, Manetti told Chris the short version of Master Drax, owner of a stable of boys, all kinds, he and Ben among them. A defrocked priest from Eastern Europe, they all, the stable boys, think. He talked to him in a voice you'd use to corral a young colt you were breaking in, inching him closer to the only door down the corridor. "And he publishes magazines, vanilla ones and hard core ones, too. You said you liked them, the ones under Ben's bed," Manetti suggested. "Do you think he know where my brother is?" Chris asked as they stopped at the door. Manetti put his hand on Chris' shoulder, as much a gesture calm him as well as making sure he wouldn't bolt. With the other hand he knocked. “I wouldn't ask him that tonight.” "I like Magnum." said Chris. They heard someone unlatch the door. “I wonder where he is.” "Maybe you can be in Magnum someday." The door opens and Chris jumps, backing into Manetti. *** A very tall, very lanky black man, a bit older than Manetti, examined the two visitors at the door. The young, very white one, was being propped up by the one he knew as Manetti. The man wore only a harness, naked otherwise, and was shaved from head to toe including his eyebrows. A very long, dangling cock gripped by a metal ring had a leather strap running from his cock to his chest, then split out to each bony shoulder and ran down his back. His cheeks were hollow, and his mouth was agape, and each tooth filed to a sharp point. Manetti pushed Chris away, but Chris quickly took a step back again. "Hello, Jamal," Manetti said. "We're expected." "Yes," the servant said, unfazed by the rudeness of scaredy-boy. "He is waiting in great room. This is the new one?" he asked in his faint island accent. Manetti nodded. Jamal appraised the kid with the wide blue eyes. There was a flicker of lust that brought out a grotesque smile. He then turned and led them down the hall. Manetti stepped in front of Chris, annoyed, yanked him along by his leash. Chris whispered in his ear, “The guy’s teeth.” Manetti quietly answered back, “Too many complaints about bad blow jobs so Master had all his teeth yanked out. Has to wear fake ones or nothing.” Chris scanned the crumbling walls as they walked. Pornographic graffiti filled every inch. Men with large pompadours, sailors, woodsmen, with big tits, big butts, and bigger cocks getting fucked and fisted, and were either pissing or spewing cum. Chris whispered again to Manetti, "Like hieroglyphics. Dirty ones." Manetti yanked his chain. "Stop talking." The hallway ended in a large living room. A fireplace, too hot to be lit, was filled with candles. Standing candelabras were also scattered throughout the room. A few Klieg lights stood dark in corners. The room was covered in peeling red paint. Tin plates on the ceiling were broken in areas where water had seeped in. The floor had rotted out years back. Now warm, stale air seeped up through the cracks of the floorboards. Two old black leather wingback chairs faced each other on both sides of the fireplace, a tattered leather couch between them. Master Drax, sipping a glass goblet of some blood-red liquid, motioned for Manetti to take the opposite chair. Chris stood between them facing the fireplace not knowing where to look after the first shock of seeing Master Drax. Manetti quickly spoke: "Kneel, boy. Eyes down." Chris knelt staring at the candles on the lip of the fireplace. What brief glance he’d gotten of the sitting man, was that he possessed the biggest cock he’d ever seen; it's played in his mind. Even Jamal’s ringed cock paled to the black clad figure. "Michael, where is his cage?" Master Drax asked. "Put it on him." Manetti rose and went down on one knee to hook the chastity cage over Chris' genitals. He took Chris’ arms and placed them behind his back. Once the cage was locked, Manetti rose and handed the key to his Master. It was the first time Chris ever had his penis and balls shackled. The metal was cold and constricted tightly around him like a vice. If he felt helpless before, he now felt hopeless. Chris tried to give the Master a fast sideways glance but only saw Jamal who stood behind him. He smirked his razor grin from the sidelines. "Has he at all been hard since you drugged him with, what, methamphetamine?" Chris looked down to see his cock was indeed shriveled to the size of a peanut inside the cage. "Yes, Master Drax. He actually has a nice piece on him. So scrawny, he looks above average." "Really?" Master Drax said in somewhat disbelief. "Tell me, Michael, exactly have you given him so far? A full account, if you would." "Eight drops of GHB, which I shared a little with him to encourage him. His works had point two meth. And a Valium in case you wanted to fist him, Master. He also drank some chem piss but not much. He's a virgin, well, was as of two hours ago. I have to say he takes a good fuck, opened pretty quick after about an hour. His hole was loose when I shaved him, but probably it’s tight again." Master Drax leaned forward and spoke, with a bit of a smile, conspiratorially to Chris. "Michael would make a good pimp for you, wouldn't he? You would do anything for him." Chris stared into the fireplace, not knowing what was expected of him. His right hand tightly clutched his left wrist behind his back. His unease made him dig his nails into his flesh. "Tell me: of all the enhancements Michael provided, what did you like best? You can speak. Look up at me." Chris looked up. His earlier glimpse of the man registered as a big dicked scary old man, a man with glasses, black vest and crotchless chaps. And though he had sat far back in the chair, his huge uncut cock had hung over the seat of the wingback chair. That anaconda of a cock is what registered most and still does. Now that he was able to truly take him in, his initial fear was not diminished by what he’d seen, but now possibly built on it. Bald, random liver spots covered his head. Behind wire-rim glasses, rheumy eyes darted from his skeletal sockets. The glasses hooked around large ears, where black hairs jutted around the fleshy lobes. His stubbly beard couldn't hide severely sunken, ashy cheeks, and in his open mouth there were multiple missing teeth. His tongue slithered over chapped lips, and his jaw had the junky habit of gnawing from side to side that his mother had when she itched for a fix. He breathed heavily through his nose like Manetti did right after he slammed. That nose was narrow and hooked, hung with green mucus extending as he huffed in and out. He saw Chris was mesmerized, so as he removed his vest and touched himself in a manner that a whore might use to attract a timid client. With his vest removed, he ran his hand over large white breasts that hung down to a pair of engorged nipples, each one pierced with mammoth horseshoes of heavy silver metal. He fondled them noting Chris' reaction. A silver pentagram swung on a chain and rested between his sagging breasts. Tattoos adorned his torso and arms. The first image that caught Chris’ eye was of a large dragon, identical to the one Ben had draped over his shoulder with its accompanying tail covering the old man's pronounced rib cage. Words were inked up and down his arms, all in Latin, some spiraled around his forearm, others in bands around his shriveled biceps. Chris recognized some of them stored in a backlog from catechism: Deus, mortem, cazzo, satanas. Though he didn't know what the phrases said, they couldn't have translated to anything good. Mixed in with the words were inverted crosses, a triangle of sixes on his other shoulder, horned creatures fucking, a goat with an erection, a man hanging by his foot. Most of the ink was old, faded, blended into his shriveling skin. There was one exception. A somewhat newer one etched over his hard, distended belly: the same three-pronged biohazard symbol Manetti had. Below his belly he had a vast field of grey public hair. Beneath the translucent hair, a demon's mask, the long, slender tongue extending along the top of his manhood down to the tip where it hung off with an obscene amount of hanging foreskin. Within the wrinkled foreskin, thick yellow spooge formed and crusted. Master Drax inched closer to get a better look at Chris. He was still awaiting an answer. He propped his elbows on this knees to support himself, his hands folded monk-like before him. Chris glanced at the arms. They were heavily bruised with track marks and scabbed veins; one engorged artery still had a bead of bright red blood shimmering. He saw the boy starting at it. He extended his arm. Before he could stop himself Chris licked the bead. “Very good, child,” the Master beamed. "You have proper instincts." Chris felt himself sitting inside his head, detached somehow. He thought he would have been repelled, but oddly, examining him at such close range, as at the same time he was being inspected, he was strangely drawn to the man. Before this moment, if he'd come across him on the street, he might try to avoid him, cross the street. But being scrutinized so attentively by him in this moment, kneeling naked in front of him, he still had fear, some repulsion, yes, but he couldn't deny an undercurrent of desire. The Master immediately pick up on his thoughts, for as Chris gazed down at the demonic mask etched on his pubis, it was evident that an erection was beginning to form. The serpent tongue stirred within the overflowing foreskin, a monstrous snail emerging from its shell. Chris, too, was starting to become aroused the longer he took in man's strangeness. But for him the feeling of arrested movement reminded him painfully and clearly that his dicklet was going nowhere. He summoned the courage to look pleadingly at Master Drax, but he wasn't ready for the Master’s stare that entrapped him. Like a tiny mouse might freeze all functions when looked down on by a giant cobra, Chris froze. Didn’t move, didn’t blink, barely breathed. Master Drax's presence was formidable, a fact he felt deeper than anything he'd ever sensed inside. A bit of urine dripped from his cage that too quickly turned into a stream that fell through the floorboards, echoing floor after floor below. Master Drax gave out an asthmatic, rumbling laugh, coughed up phlegm, pointed to the boy’s mouth. Chris opened it slowly. Master Drax hurled his green phlegm directly into his mouth. He then pointed to the boy’s stomach. Chris blinked, then swallow nauseously. And still the man held him in a awe. His dark eyebrows raised. There had been a question dangling, Chris at last remembered. Birds settling down on their perches. However far his control might extend, Master Drax was able to make him focus. He thought back to what the man had asked, what he'd like best, responded cautiously, "I guess I like the slam, Sir." "It’s ’Master,’ boy," instructed Master Drax without malice. With slight satisfaction of the boy’s performance thus far, he sat back in the chair. The released tension in the room was a pronouncement of having done and said the right things. Having felt he answered correctly, he sat with a bit straighter spine, and said, "Sorry, Master. I liked the slam best, definitely." He was almost confident, an emotion he rarely felt. "And only a point two slam,” he said to the boy, shaking his head theatrically. “I don't know if I'd even feel that, Michael. We'll double that in a bit, maybe five, we'll see. Your name, child?" Chris became alarmed. There followed an awkward silence, while Chris contemplated what a doubled slam, or possibly more, would do to him. He would be insane, would never survive. He was terrified at the prospect, slumped again a little. "Chris," volunteered Manetti, when it was obvious there wasn't an answer coming from the boy. "Is that short for Christopher, child?" Chris' mouth felt incredibly dry but managed to reply, "Christian, Master." "Christian," he said savoring the word on his lips. "A Christian in our house, Jamal." He looked back at his servant who nodded approvingly. "We shouldn't change that a bit, should we, Michael?" Chris had trouble looking at the Master after he proposed the double slam, one so close on the heels of his first. He worried the man saw his fear, read what he thought. To try to deflect, he darted his eyes around the room. Silhouettes against the walls outlined the shadow of a massive wooden slings, a Saint Andrews cross, a fuck bench—things he’d seen in Magnum but never imagined he’d encounter in real life—an examination table with stirrups raised high, a large wooden throne with a toilet seat cutout, and a three foot high cage with an expansive padded top. He spotted a video camera pointing out the window into an air shaft. Across the air shaft he recognized Manetti's studio. Master Drax, it was obvious, had been their audience. "So besides slamming, Christian, what else did you like to do with Michael?" Master Drax played with the foreskin of his growing erection. Pulling back the skin, its head was pierced by a horseshoe P.A. that ended in two sharp points at either ends. He uncovers it to show Chris, then lets the skin fall back covering the jewelry. His erection was already the size of Chris’ forearm, from elbow to wrist. He couldn’t imagine it getting any bigger or how anyone could take being penetrated by it. Just looking at it wide eyed, obliterating any of his thoughts. He knew once again there’s a question, but words wouldn’t form in its monstrous presence. The two sharp points rose out of the foreskin as the beast begins to stand on its own. "He takes a fuck real good," Manetti chimes in to help Chris out. "He took my..." Before Manetti embellished, Chris spat out, "Eating ass. I like to eat ass." It was as if he were back in the confessional, compelled to empty his soul. Manetti chuckled, adding, "Pretty dirty ass, too, Master. Not many guys like to get in there.” "Yes," Master Drax said in a low voice. "Look, the child’s little bird is struggling in its cage. Confession frees the soul, but will not free your cock. You tiny prick is of no interest to me. Stand and turn around." Chris did as he was ordered. "Bend over. Spread your cheeks." Master Drax let out a groan. "Boy, didn’t you ever play with your hole? Boys come to me with their hole destroyed from massive toys. Yours looks like you've never touch it. How tight is he, Michael?" "Tight as fuck, Master Drax. The booty bump helped, otherwise it would have taken hours." "You were able to get in before the slam?" Manetti nodded. "Okay, kneel, boy. You, too, pig.” Both of them got to their knees. "I don't know how much this greasy pig has told you, but I own him and your brother. Depending on what happens between us tonight, I might own you, too. Do you think that you would like that, boy?" "Yes, Sir…Master. I think so." Master Drax leaned over close. The nipple rings swung reflecting light off multiple candles, entrancing Chris, who had the compulsion to reach up and touch the man's chest. He managed, though, at least for a moment, to instead look the man in his face. But as the seconds ticked by his desires won out, and his gaze fell to the temptation of the distended nipples. "You must always fall into temptation.” The boy looked up with a start. Master Drax went on, “Yes, your thoughts are easy for me to read. Your face is an open book. I will rewrite you. You like these tits? Go ahead, touch them." Chris tentatively reached up with both hands and squeezed the engorged nubs. "Would you like yours to look like these?" Chris found himself nodding. "It'll take work. We’ll start you with small nipple rings later tonight. But you’ll have to earn them. This pig here can tell you, I like grinding boys down with their darkest perversions. I like my boys hard, like I like their holes sloppy. Sit," he said to Manetti, punching him in his breast bone hard enough to make him fall backwards. "I require their holes be loose, extremely loose. Show Christian your pig hole, pig." Manetti lifted his legs, his hairy balls falling over his sizable cock, and spreads his ass cheeks for the boy to view. As he bore down he pulled his asslips apart. Soon Manetti's red rectum started exposing itself. "Push hard." Master Drax didn’t raise his voice, but his tone grew menacing: "Harder." The red rosebud pushed opened even further, protruding just outside the ring of his sphincter. Around the edges Manetti's asslips were lumps of dark red and purple ridges. Chris' bound erection was getting very extremely uncomfortable. At first a pearl of pre-cum appeared on the piss slit, Master Drax observed, but as the boy watched Manetti strain to flair out more of his rectum, puffing out into a full prolapse, more pearls appeared. Finally pre-cum began to drool from the boy's cage to wooden floor. Master Drax watched delighted. "Go on, touch it. We'll get yours like this too, eventually. Being so young, your ring will be smooth. It will be a glorious sight to behold, won't it Jamal?" "Indeed, Master," Jamal responded, running his tongue over his teeth. Chris reached over and felt the flesh. Soft, incredibly soft. He'd never felt anything so soft. As he fingered it, Manetti let out an unconscious wail. "You want to taste it, don’t you? Go ahead. Kiss it. Kiss the inside of a man’s rectum." Chris couldn't believe he wanted to kiss it. He kissed it, and after looking at Master Drax who nodded at him, he licked it and pressed his mouth against the prolapse. He went farther, licking around each red pedals, sucking each fold splayed out before him. He pinched the ring of flesh, which made Manetti flinch, and without quite knowing why pinched it harder. Manetti cried out but had been trained not to resist. Chris searched for the center as he pulled the man’s hole further apart with his fingers. He stuck a finger inside and licked around the hole before sticking his tongue deep down inside the cavern. Manetti moaned ecstatically. Chris felt like he was coming into heat again for Manetti, but their roles felt reverse. He began chewing on the prolapse, and as he did his body temperature rose and a fine sheen of sweat glazed his body, a trickle of sweat ran down his ribs. Master Drax looked enormously pleased with the boy. "Both of you, sit," commanded the Master. He sniffed the air. "Boy, is that you I smell? B.O. and piss?" "Yes, Sir," Chris said proudly, sitting straight. "Sir pissed all over me before we came. I drank his piss too. Some went in my butt." "The boy has been homeless for the last month and hasn't showered,” Manetti explained. He gave Chris a quick look of concern. He grew aware something was changing in Chris, that he was more enthusiastic than fearful. "Excellent," Master Drax said reflexively. "Christian, do you know what limitations are?" Chris nodded. "What limitations do you think you have?" Manetti protectively broke in quickly, "He doesn’t do scat or bestiality or..." Master Drax interrupted softly, slowly, but emphatically, "Did I question you what Christian’s limitations are? Whom did I asked, Michael?" Manetti knew he'd have to pay for his outburst. "You asked Christian, Master,” Manetti said, lowering his head. Chris' felt that he, at least, is in Master's good graces and wants to please him more. "No limits, Master Drax." He'd read that in one of Ben's nastier bondage magazines. Realizing he doesn't exactly know what that means, he added tentatively, "At least that's what I'd like to be." Chris saw this made Master Drax reveal his jagged smile. Jamal nodded to Chris. A split tongue like a lizard swept across Master Drax's lips as he contemplated how to start with this near-virgin boy. "Come here. Play with my nipples, child. Nothing gets me more stimulated quicker." He was in heaven. He reached up and felt the Master's chest. Sparse grey fur swirled around his nipples. The boy's hands glided over his drooping pecs. He then dared to slip a hand into the man’s hairy arm pits. He was energized, doing things unprompted he'd never thought to do. With his other hand he was pulling on his cage. There was something in the Master's gaze that egged on his libido. Almost guided him. He felt the wet body odor emanating from Master Drax's pits. He brought his fingers out and sniffed them, then put them in his mouth. "You have a real pig's tendencies, don't you boy? Manifest much earlier than your brother." He looked down at the boy's cage. "Those tendencies will be quite beneficial and financially rewarding for us both. I cater to a specialized clientele, or has Michael told you this? Some with, uh, exotic tastes. Let's free you for tonight and see where your tendencies might lead. Pig," he said to Manetti. "Get up and take his cage off and put it on you. You don't deserve an erection tonight.” Manetti rose and got the key on the table next to Master’s chair. “You don’t deserve this either, but I’ll permit you hold Christian while I rape him.” Manetti released the lock on Chris cage and his small penis started to quickly fill out. Though his own was still flaccid, he struggled to get the cage to capture his ample meat. Jamal added assistance, pinching and prodding until his balls fit inside. They struggled with metal cap to get it locked over the shaft. “Jamal,” Master Drax said to his servant. "Leave him. He'll attend to himself. Please be so kind as to prepare cocktails for these two." "Very good, Master Drax," he replied, leaving Manetti to struggle getting his pecker in the stocks. “And one for Master?” "Of course. Yes. Make them extra hearty, Jamal. Take it from the Czech inventory, not the Mexican. And mix in a bit of Ketamine with the boy’s dose. His hole will never accommodate otherwise." The Master picked up Chris leash and pointed Manetti to the large wooden sling. "In, pig. I want you to hold him as he struggles. He is too bound to you at this point. You will be an accomplice in his rape." Manetti marched over to the sling, climbed in and put his legs through the straps. Master Drax came up behind Chris, knelt behind him, nudging his legs apart. He began fondled him intensely. His hands ran over the thin chest pulling him into himself. His enormous erect blade sliced up and down Chris’ crack, inched up the small of his back till it rested between his shoulder blades, illustrating how deep he would be penetrated. The wet foreskin left a small trace of slime as it climbed each vertebrae. The man felt all the indentations along the boy’s rib cage, pinched the small nipples, grabbed the boy’s erect dick and gave it a slap. His hand dove under his crotch weighing his dangling balls with one hand and feeling his tight, wet hole with the other. It slowly dawned on Chris, far from molesting him for his own pleasure, Master Drax was more interested in assessing him as you would an animal you were about to purchase. Sure enough, the man turned the boy around, pulled down his eyelids, then pushed up his lips sticking a finger in his mouth to open his teeth. After examining inside his mouth, he slid in a second finger, then a third, finally all four and pushed them down Chris’ throat until the boy gagged and doubled over. “No. You will not gag. Open.” Four fingers again went into his mouth as far back as Master Drax’s fingers would reach. He wanted to retch but fought against it. He'd never felt anyone assess him over so thoroughly or felt so dehumanized. The glasses enlarged Master Drax's watery eyes and continued to drill into him, wordlessly inserting himself into him. He felt the man inside his head, rooting around, rummaging inside him for something; changing something here, reordering something there. Master Drax withdrew his slime-covered fingers and wearily got up. He plucked Chris’ dangling leash from the ground and gave a small tug on the chain. As Master Drax led him toward the sling, he said, "Point two, you said? A child’s portion. Are you ready for your first man-size slam? It'll open up worlds you've never imagined. Worlds that will swallow you whole. Where you'll be mine ever after. Are you willing to succumb completely to me so I can show you those worlds?" Chris was extremely agitated, but he knew better than to contradict Master Drax, much less deny him what he knew he wanted. Instead he searched for a way to temper his fear and possibly backpedal a bit. "I'm pretty high now, Sir," Chris said uncertainly. "The first slam fucked me up good. I was saying things when I was rushing, I don't know if I really wanted to do all those things. Not really." Master Drax stopped short, looked at him with tired disappointment. "My fuckhole never says 'no'." Master Drax wasn't angry but he closely examined Chris’ face. "You want me to give you your first man-size slam? I'll ask it again, this one time only." Chris looked over at Manetti for some assurance. “Don’t look at him. Look at me.” "Yes, Sir." Chris whispered. Then seeing Master Drax was still holding him in his gaze, he added firmly, "Please, yes Master Drax, slam me however much you want." "And I will.” He finished leading his boy by the leash over to the heavy wooden sling. He unclipped the collar and let it drop noisily to the ground. “Climb up on pig. That’s correct, lie with your back on his belly. I want you to feel it while you observe it." Chris awkwardly climbed up on Manetti, with Manetti giving him a little hand to secure himself in the sling. Manetti's large, broad chest easily cradled Chris on top of him. He felt Manetti’s warm fur on his back, his hairy belly tickling his tailbone. He felt him breathing slowly beneath him. Manetti starting caressing him to get him to relax. Chris melted into him with every stroke of his large hand. He, in turn, began stroking Manetti's sides for comfort. While Master Drax was taking off his chaps folding them on a table, Chris whispered to Manetti, “I didn’t mean to hurt you when I was playing with your hole.” His head tilted so he could see Manetti’s reflection in the mirror hanging above him. “I feel your heart pounding away,” Manetti said to Chris in the reflection. “You can do this, Chief. Remember how it hurt at first but then it got better and you came to like it? Am I right or am I right?” Chris nodded with a bit of an embarrassed smile. “The K is going to help relax your hole. This will be more intense but it’s the same. I promise. I'll be here the whole time.” Jamal came back with three prepared needles and a rubber tube on a tarnished silver tray as. Master Drax followed him over and wanted to know how much Jamal had allotted. Jamal held up four fingers. Chris held tightly to Manetti's side and took a deep breath. Master Drax attended to Manetti first. Chris watched in the mirror as the needle emptied into him. Manetti coughed and he realized the man was burning up, from his chest down to his groin. He felt a wet sheen of sweat instantly coat his back. His breathing was insanely rapid. But what suddenly frightened Chris was Manetti saying, barely audible, "I can take it. I'm okay. I can take it." Over and over. If doing .4 was hard on Manetti, how was he going to bear it? Master Drax said to Jamal who stood passively staring straight ahead, "I'll do myself, you do the boy." "Very good, Master," replied Jamal, breaking into a small grin. He indicated the closest syringe on the tray was for Master. He then set the tray down on a side table. Chris looked up into Jamal’s jaundiced eyes. He saw desire smoldering in them, something he would not act on unless invited. His sumptuous black skin glowed in the candlelight. There was sweat along his strong brow. He wondered if the man had tasted any of portions he had prepared. Jamal smiled at him displaying a mouth missing all its teeth. Blackened gums were now all he had in his open maw. Jamal took up the rubber tube and placed it around Chris' bicep. He felt his forearm and decided on a pronounced vein. Removing the orange cap of the last syringe, he held it at an angle to the vein. Chris noticed that the vial wasn't clear but cloudy with a touch of pink. Jamal peered directly into Chris's eyes, saying softly with his island lilt, "I make this special, an extra gift from me to you." He retracted the plunger enough to cause it to spill Chris' blood into the pink liquid, then pushed the swirling content into his vein. "I also up you to five." The servant pulled out the syringe, released the tourniquet, and held Chris’ arm up in the air. As Chris bucked within Manetti's strong grip, the servant turned Chris' arm out to licked the bead of blood where the needle had just been.

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

so, it’s been a few weeks and we have met up every Friday night and Saturday night at my place in the city. It’s been sex sex sex and sex. But before we jump in I must discuss a few things and tell you a bit more of ourselves. For one we aren’t slim twinks we are husky solid bears/cubs. Sweaty unshowered pigs, we were both discovering the true pigs we were, unfortunately nothing we did saved the relationship from me breaking up with him and breaking his heart (that is for later). So, every weekend we would meet, we would fuck each other suck and rim worship each other we would fuck and not cum and did so for several weeks and this is the next part of the story. So, we meet up at my place on a Friday night and go outside on the balcony for a smoke and as we are smoking we are grinding against each other and kissing and just being smutty. Fuck he is a great kisser and makes my knees buckle. Im finishing up my smoke and he unzips me and starts sucking my sweaty cock right outside as I groan and grab his head I start face fucking him holding my cock down his throat watching his face turn red as I pull out as he gasps for breath shoving back inside. Feeling my cock slide down his gullet feels so fucking good we haven’t cum in weeks instead meeting up and just using each other to edge ourselves and not allowing each other to cum. Tonight, is the night I can feel it as I feel my nuts burn with desire. I pull out and grunt as I tell him to get inside. I push him inside and rip his shirt off he is wearing his leather harness and fuck he smells so sweaty, I bury my face in his arm pit as he growls and rips his pants off as I turn him around and push him onto the bed on all fours as I pull my pants down and spit on my cock. I push inside him and I shudder, hearing him grunt he takes my cock so well. Im not the largest at about 6 inches thicker at the base and when im really excited it thickens. No complaints but im happy and so is my master he just grunts as I start fucking him. I don’t have the holding power he does I thrust deep right to my hairy nuts and push in deep, I start fucking him grinding my hips into his arse. “OH, fuck yeah you have a nice arse I love fucking you raw” grunting as I thrust in again I feel my balls tighten and my cock tingles as I pull out and groan trying not to cum. My master senses my excitement and throws me on my back and pushes my legs apart as he growls and pushes against my arse. Again, im still not used to his cock and I seem to close up after two or three days and get tight again. He grunts as he forces me open and buries deep in me. “FUCKKKK GO SLOW” I whine, he grunts “Open up for me piggy I aint stopping” he growls and pushes in deeper. Forcing himself in me I groan as I feel myself open. This goes on for ages, on my back on all fours behind me on myside. I can feel him hit that spot inside me again as I begin to arch my back as my gut starts to cramp up he fucks me harder, holding me down as he growls and grunts. Slamming himself into me I can feel his massive nuts slapping my arse. The room smelling of sweat and sex. “Im Gunna Fucking Cum in your cunt pig” he growls as he stares into my eyes I can’t reply all I can do is whimper and push down on his cock as he suddenly slips into my second opening and makes me scream out loud. ‘FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEE CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEEEEE” I scream im sure I woke my housemate but I didn’t care I felt him slam inside me and hold still I could feel his cock flex inside me a sure sign he was blowing inside me. Hearing him growl as he blew inside me I cud feel my cock swell as I blew my load over his stomach Shaking under him I could feel the internal orgasm. “FUCKKK again, ohhh fuckkkkkkkk don’t pull out” I whimper feeling myself shake and quiver under him his cock hitting my insides feeling slick full of cum he grins and holds still in me as my back arches and I can’t stop it’s an incontrollable urge. If you haven’t experienced it, it’s so hard to describe and for those that have had one you know exactly what im going through. Finally, after a few minutes he pulls out and I groan feeling empty, his cum leaking out my arse, he collapses beside me. Over the course of the night we get up and go outside for a smoke and a drink and head back into the room and as he dozes off im on the internet and on BBRT and looking at profiles and my first thought about pozzing crosses my screen. It’s a biker travelling from Sydney to Brisbane and he starts chatting me up and I tell him im neg and that my master is neg and looking for fun times etc all the boring stuff. Anyway, my master wakes and he sees what im doing and im completely honest. About everything except for the poz status of the biker. We smile and go to sleep nothing comes out of it for the time being however when we woke on Sunday morning I pretty much rolled him on his back put his feet together and fucked him senseless and blew my load up his ass before sending him home for the week. Again if you want more lemme know (as I said the pozzing will cum) this is all based on real life events. MY master has read my story and approves and wants me to continue.

Recently it seemed every patient has having a hernia repair. The men come out in scrotal support which is just a flimsy jock strap. As the latest guy woke up from the anesthesia he wanted to see the dressing so I pulled up his gown and showed him, making sure to run my hands around his abdomen and around his crotch asking if it was tender or hurt. Later he asked if I could remove the support because it was near his dressing and was bothering him. After removing it he laid back spread his legs and relaxed. I stepped away to get him something to drink and when I returned he had kicked off the covers his hands were under his gown slowly moving. I teased him saying "It looks like you have your hands full." He just grinned and continued jacking. Anesthesia and pain medication make people relax and do all kinds of things. As I leaned over to check his dressing, his free hand brushed over my cock. He did it a few times and then he saw I was not going to object, he took a firmer hold of my cock, which was still in my scrub pants, so I reached down, unzipped and pulled my cock out. We jacked each other for a minute or so, and then he slid down a bit, leaned over, and took my cock into his mouth. After a few minutes he looked up at me and whispered, “My boyfriend would love to get his hands on this!” I bent over and licked the head of his cock and sucked him all the way down. He relaxed his legs and my fingers searched out his hole. I slowly wet a finger and pushed it inside him. I found his prostate and worked it as I sucked him. Within a short amount of time he shot a nice load in my mouth. Later as he was getting ready for discharge, his boyfriend was helping him get dressed in the bathroom. I knocked, asking if they needed any help. Upon opening the door, I found my patient was sucking his boyfriend's cock. I smiled and they motioned me in. I stood behind the boyfriend and rubbed his ass while he reach back to massage my cock through my scrub pants. The patient looked at me and said "Fuck him." I got on my knees and rimmed his ass then stood up and sunk my cock into his boyfriend's hole. Knowing we did not have much time, I could only give him a quick, hard pump and dump, fucking my load into his ass. When I was finished he pulled off, turned around, and sucked my cock clean. I bent to kiss the patient who had a load of his boyfriend's cum in his mouth which he shared with me. The whole thing did not take long, but fuck was it hot. I have gotten together with them a few more times for longer sessions but none comes close to fucking at work.

3. Really, I had no choice. Not only had I told TJ I would suck the next cock, but there was the fundamental compact of the glory hole I had to remember. I had assumed the position as the cocksucker. It was my job to suck. It was not my job to pick and choose between different men. Each one deserved their blowjob and each one deserved their orgasm. Even a black man deserved it. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and began to lick the cockhead. It was salty with sweat and as I licked, a bit of pre-cum dribbled out. "That's what I expect from you, cocksucker," TJ said, as I took more of the head into my mouth. I didn't want TJ to see me here and to know how easy it was for me to debase myself and lower myself to the point of sucking off a black man. TJ still felt like a special case. Despite, or maybe because of, the color of the stranger's skin, the knowledge he was black helped calm me down as his shaft penetrated my mouth. As the stranger's dick grew and hardened, it was clear he wasn't going to be as big as TJ. But it was still more than enough to be a mouthful. "Do a hit of your poppers," TJ said. "And all the way down." I held the brown bottle under my nose and inhaled deeply. The sweet chemical scent filled my lungs and the warm waves of relaxation swept over my body. My throat opened up in response, and the black man's cock slid into it. Although it was not as thick as TJ's shaft, it was still big enough to press against my windpipe and made it difficult to breathe. I fought back the urge to gag and choke on it. "Don't fight it," TJ said. "So fucking hot to hear you gag on that black dick." He was still stroking his cock, and I felt him twitch each time I made a gagging noise. Even though I wanted to watch TJ, my focus had to remain on the cock in front of me. The stranger wanted release now, and despite my misgivings, I had signed up to be the man to give him that release. I did another quick hit of poppers, which wiped the last of my concerns from my mind. I pressed my lips against the base of the stranger's cock and the entire length of his shaft slid into my mouth and throat. It was cocksucking reduced to its essential features: mouth and dick. The stranger moaned, and the steady drip of pre-cum increased. "Take his load," TJ said. "Just like you said you would." My lips were pressed again the base of the stranger's dick and my throat was massaging his cockhead. From my position, I could tell just how close the black man was to cumming. In a few seconds, I would have no choice but to swallow the load. It would be the penultimate humiliation, to swallow a black man's load. There was only thing worse of course, and that would be to let a black man cum in my ass. The stranger's breathing was getting faster as were the thrusts of his cock. It was also getting harder for me to stay in position. Every fiber of my self was screaming at me not to allow myself this humiliation. It was a choice. I wasn't a perfect Aryan, but I was certainly better than the nigger at the glory hole. It was suddenly too easy to think of him using those charged words. My internal struggle must have exposed itself, because TJ continued speaking, his lips right against my ear. "Don't even dream of pulling off. If you do, you will regret it." He kept on stroking his cock with one hand, but the other one reached down for my balls, and grabbed them. "Make my brotha happy," he said, giving my testicles a squeeze. I tried not to wince; teeth against cock were not a good combination. Even as my balls screamed, I kept on nursing his shaft, coaxing him towards release. I held the bottle of poppers under my nose and inhaled deeply. As the warm rush rolled over my body, I remembered the first time I had really seen a black man. We were on vacation, and we had gone to a grocery store. A black man was on his knees, scrubbing the floor. I was staring, and when we were just barely out of earshot, my dad turned to me. "That's a nigger, son," he said. "And he's doing what he was meant to do. On his knees, making our world better." Now it was me who was serving the black man. "Keep on sucking him," TJ said, his hand still grasping my balls. "Make him happy." I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to be leaning against a plywood partition in the sleaziest sex club in the city, sucking off an anonymous black guy. I didn't want TJ squeezing my balls, making sure I swallowed the black guy's load. I didn't want the certain knowledge that TJ and I would go back to the room where TJ would fuck me. The poppers were wearing off, and I was suddenly conscious of what I had gotten myself into. It was at the exact same moment of clarity that the stranger reached orgasm. His cock pulsed and a spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. All I could think was that I was eating a black man's cum. A nigger's cum. I started to pull off; I couldn't stand that I was letting myself be so completely lowered by his orgasm and his cum. "No you don't," TJ said, and he squeezed my balls tightly. Pain radiated out from my groin. If I pulled off, the pain was only going to get worse. But, if I let another drop of cum into my body, I was going to be forever marked. Basic self-preservation battled with self-worth long enough for another jet of cum to travel down the stranger's cock. This time it landed in my mouth, spreading across my tongue. His cum was bitter and salty and had the acrid tang I associated with heavy drug users. It was the prompt I needed, and I jerked my head back, pulling off his cock, right as it discharged another volley of jizz. This one landed in my eye. I blinked, but the damage was already done. It would take a while before the burn fully developed, but for the next few days, it would be a reminder of how I had debased myself. There were two more quick spurts, both landing on my face. The hot cum burnt my face, but it was nothing compared to the pain radiating from my balls. As soon as I had pulled off, TJ had squeezed hard. As the cum started to drip down my cheek, the stranger pulled back with an audible grunt of disappointment, and wrapped the towel back around his waist. I reached up to try to wipe the cum from my eye. Only then did TJ release my balls but it was just to slap my hand down. "What the fuck you think you did there?" There was no relief for me. The cum was really starting to burn, and the blood rushing back into my testicles hurt more than TJ's squeeze. I forced my hands back to my side, fighting the urge to wipe off my face. TJ reached down and slapped my balls hard. I gasped, letting a bit of the jizz drip into my mouth. "Let's go back to the room," he said. His voice was flat, unemotional. It would have been better if he were angry. I grabbed my towel, but TJ motioned me to give it to him. "You haven't earned that yet." He slapped my balls one more time, the hardest yet, and I grunt in pain, almost doubled over. He ignores my agony, steps out of the cubicle. "Follow me," he says. I follow, the cum burning my eyes and dripping down my face, my balls throbbing in pain, and my cock a small, soft tina-tool. I tried to remember earlier, walking to the glory hole, almost proud of getting TJ hard. I didn't know what had changed. Maybe it was the difference between knowing what a perfect specimen TJ was and the utter uncertainty of the glory hole or maybe it was the first booty bump starting to wear off. In either case, it was hard for me to meet anyone's eye and it was hard for me to focus on anything but TJ's feet guiding me inexorably to the small room. "Open it," he said. I fumbled with the keys, but opened the door. "Go in. Kneel down like a faggot should." There was no arguing with his commands; I knelt down on the floor. I wondered the last time it had been mopped; there was some grit against my knees. TJ closed the door and sat down in front of me. I looked up just enough to see his legs spread, his impressive manhood erect and thick between them, and his balls hanging down, heavy with cum. I brought my hand up to wipe off my face but TJ stopped me. "Not yet, cocksucker," he said. "Hands behind your back." I did it. TJ picked up the pipe and the lighter. He heated it up and did a slow hit from it. I dared to raise my eyes a few times, but TJ barely acknowledged me. His attention was focused on the pipe, the careful ritual of smoking, and the pleasure it was bringing him. He grunted as he put the pipe down. I looked up and he shook his head, the disappointment obvious. But he did not say anything. He held the hit, and then exhaled it. Without speaking, he picked up the pipe again, and repeated the process. This time, it was even longer and slower. He was filling his lungs with the potent drug. I wanted to be a part of that, to have the mistakes of the day, the mistakes of my life erased in the pleasures of the white clouds. He held the hit for what seemed like hours, before he leaned in and exhaled the hit directly into my face. The thick cloud only further exacerbated the burn in my eyes. "What did you do back there, faggot? At the glory hole?" TJ asked me. "I'm sorry," I started to say. "Sir," I added, remembering at the last minute what he had told me about how to show him the respect he wanted. I started to continue. I needed to justify my actions, somehow. "I couldn't take the nigg..." I stopped myself. The word had come out so naturally, but I immediately knew it was a mistake. It was a bad mistake. I forced myself to look up at TJ. I needed to know just how bad it was. He was smiling. It was not a pleasant smile. It was an evil smile. Then, suddenly, I was looking away from him. It took a second for the sensations to catch up: TJ had slapped me on the side of the face. He had slapped me hard; there were stars in my eyes, a ringing in my ear and my cheek was burning. "What did you just say?" he asked me. "The black guy's" I was suddenly looking the other direction. He had slapped me again. This time the slap was harder. "No. You need to say what you said. Not what you wanted to say or you wished you said. "Nigger's cum." As soon as I had said it, I was back to looking left. The third slap was the hardest of them all. I had always known what I had said was wrong. But, as the stinging on my face slowly cooled off, I had a deeper understanding of how wrong it was. The slaps were not just corrective. I could feel just how angry TJ was. How angry that I had used that word. That I had dared to not swallow the black man's cum. "Better. Now. Wipe off your face." I ran a finger over my cheek, scooping up a few drops of sperm. "Eat it. Like you should have done back at the glory hole." I licked it off my fingers. It was just as acrid and bitter as when I had first tasted it. Even so, I wanted to taste more of it. It was the taste of a man, a tiny part of him that he had blessed me with. "All of it," TJ continued. I scooped up more of the cum from my face, licking my fingers greedily. I couldn't get enough of the bitter fluid. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" TJ asked. I nodded, even though I knew he didn't care about my answer. "Must be like heaven for you." I nod again. "You want another hit?" TJ asked me. I nodded. The tectonic plates of my life had been slowly shifting over the past few months. The three slaps to the face TJ had just given me had been the push for them to finally give way. The pieces were still scattered, and I needed something to help with the awful task of re-assembling it all. "Please sir." "I figured as much," TJ said. He found the bag of crystal and opened it. He carefully extracted a large shard. It was larger than I wanted and definitely larger than I needed. "There is an easy way." He smiled again. The same smile he had a few seconds ago when I had first said the n-word. "And a hard way. Which do you want?" I swallowed. "The easy way," I said. "Which one do you deserve?" he asked. It was the harder question. I was scared of what the hard way was; my imagination was running wild with possibilities. I also knew that nothing I had done meant I deserved the easy way. I had fucked up too many times already. "The hard way. Sir." If he allowed me the easy way, it would be a gift from a god. And the god would be a cruel and dark god. It would be a god like TJ. "Good faggot," he said. "Learning what you are. What you are entitled to." He laughed. "Now, stand up and turn around." I stood up and turned around. There was a large mirror on the wall, but it was positioned so that my image was blocking my view of TJ. All I could see was his legs and his hard cock, pointing straight up. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, raising my ass up in the air, and exposing it to him. "Nice. Now, spread your legs," he said. I did as he told me, shuffling my bare feet against the floor. From previous trips here, I knew the floor was only just barely cleaned between customers, and my feet were getting dirty from the accumulated sweat, lube, cum, and other things still on the floor. I forced myself to keep my balance, as my balls and holes were exposed to the air. It was a uniquely vulnerable position, and it was only a matter of time before TJ took advantage of my undefended parts. I closed my eyes for second, right as TJ chose to attack. There a quick brush of his against my thigh, then a throbbing aching pain radiating from my balls. I stumbled, trying to keep my balance in the face of the agonizing bolts of pain still shooting out. "Don't fall down, faggot," TJ said, laughing at my efforts to stay composed. "And next time, you better stay still." I braced myself, waiting for another flick of his fingers against my balls, but instead, he pressed a thick finger up against my hole. At least he had licked his finger; the thin layer of spit was all the lube I was going to get right now. He pushed it in and started to stretch me open. Eventually, it would be his cock up there and I cherished the opportunity get opened up slowly. He pulled his finger out, leaving me empty. "Please, Sir," I moaned. I wanted his finger back in me. I needed something in me: a finger, a toy, a dick, something. The tina was hitting me hard, and the last of my inhibitions were falling away. I was wagging my ass at him, all but begging him to fuck me. "Please, I need more." As soon as I said it, I knew it was a mistake. Before I could react, he slapped my balls. The pain was exquisitely perfect and I forced myself not to move at all. "That's the submissive faggot I've been needing. Good cocksucker," he said. He slapped my balls again, not quite as hard as before. But my balls were already sensitized and the white-hot ache filled my world. I gasped, trying to stay in the room with TJ. "Stay with me, TJ said. He was gently rubbing his fingers against my nutsack. Under normal circumstances, it would have felt amazing. But my balls were still recovering from the two rounds of TJ's abuse, and each finger stroke was another volley of pain. "Stay with me," he repeated, more insistently. It would have been far too easy to disassociate myself from the scene at hand, but TJ would have able to tell. From the tone of his voice, it was obvious that the repercussions for that escape would be far worse than the simple agony I would otherwise endure. "Such a good faggot," he said. His finger strokes were now light taps, reminding me just how vulnerable I was. But I didn't care. The tina was blasting through my veins now, and concepts formerly off-limits were now fair game. I wanted to give up my ass to TJ, to let that hard ebony shaft impale me. No, better, I wanted that fat nigger dick in my white hole. Against everything I had believed in, this was the ultimate in perversion. A fine what man, giving up his holes to a black man. "You need a reward, I think," TJ muttered. "Please, Sir," I moaned. I wanted his nigger cock in me and I didn't care that it was at least twice the width of anything I had yet taken today. But, at least for now, TJ was looking out for me. His fingers returned to my anus. He pressed them against my hole, and forced the sharp shard of tina we had selected earlier into me. It burnt and cut when TJ thrust his finger into me, and pushed the potent shard into me. "Just give that a minute to melt, and we will be flying together, faggot!" He laughed. "You ever make a guy wear a rubber? Or are you a total bareback slut?" "Bareback slut," I said. "No condoms." "But only white guys?" "Yeah," I said. I knew there was no way this was going to end well for me. But there was no way that lying would end any better. "At least so far." "Well. Tonight's gonna be your lucky night. Time for you to get a black cock up that racist white ass of yours." TJ pulled his finger almost all the way out, then shoved it roughly back in. I grunted as his fingers scraped against my vulnerable flesh. " And a brown cock," he continued. He pulled his finger back out and added a second one to the assault. "And a red cock. An entire fucking United Nations of cocks. It's gonna be fun." He laughed. It was clear the one thing it was not going to be for me was fun. With his two fingers still deep in my hole, he reached over, grabbed the door, and opened it. It swung open easily, exposing me bent over, naked, two black fingers buried in my white ass to anyone who would happen to walk by. "Ever had a rainbow of cum drip down your thigh?" TJ asked. It was more than loud enough for anyone to hear, but luckily, there was no one in the hallway. "No," I said. "Well, tonight's gonna be your lucky night, faggot," TJ said. He continued to finger fuck me. Despite the roughness of his thrusts, I still pulled my ass cheeks apart as far as I could. At the deepest points in his shoves, he pushed the shard further into me. It was slowly melting and getting absorbed by my body. Like his finger-fuck, I had no choice but to accept it, utterly powerless against the certain consequences. In fact, it made me spread my ass even further, eager for his fingers, for anything, to penetrate me. TJ noticed. "Hell yeah," he said. "Let me in." "Fuck me," I moaned. I needed more than just his black fingers inside me. As twisted as it sounded to me, I needed his cock inside me. Yeah, he was a black guy. But in the perverted logic of the tina high, it seemed almost appropriate. It seemed like the right thing to do, to let him inside me. "Please," I grunted, as TJ shoved his fingers back into me. "Not yet, faggot. When it's time." He pulled out and shoved them back into me. "And we'll both know when it's time for me to fuck you." This thrust was harder than before, and I stumbled a bit. As I recovered, I glanced towards the now open door. There was a guy standing there; in the dim light it was hard to tell anything about him. "Mind if I take a try at fucking him?" the stranger asked, stepping into the room. Once in the room, the light was marginally better, and I could see he had the olive skin of an Italian or Greek, with a slim, muscular body. His muscular pecs and washboard abs were covered by a layer of dark hair, thick enough to make it obvious he trimmed. But, the towel wrapped around his waist hid his most important asset. "Be my guest," TJ said. The stranger extracted a condom from his towel. "You don't need that," TJ said. "Good. I was going to find an excuse to take it off anyway." He tossed the packet on the bed. "That what I think it is?" he asked. "Yeah," TJ said. "Want a hit?" "Hell yeah," the stranger said. In the mirror, I watched TJ hand the stranger the pipe and torch. The stranger gently kicked the door closed before heating the pipe, and it was not long before a tendril of smoke emerged from the bowl. He took his time, doing several hits before finally pulling the torch away and exhaling one last large cloud. "He need one?" he asked TJ. "Nah. He just did a booty bump." The stranger handed the pipe back to TJ. "Good," the guy said. "He'll need it. I fuck hard when I'm tweaked." "That's good," TJ said. "Mark needs a hard fucking. Don't you?" he asked me. It was hard for me to follow the conversation; the drugs were flowing through my veins and my hole was burning. I couldn't tell if the burn was from the crystal still dissolving in me or my need to finally get fucked. I had sucked a lot of dick, but no one had yet fucked me. "Yeah," I finally said. I pulled my ass cheeks back apart, hoping that the stranger would take the hint. "See?" TJ said. "All yours." "Yeah," the stranger said. He undid the sloppy knot on his towel and tossed it onto the bed. It revealed a thick, uncut cock, hanging down between his muscular legs. His cock was only a little smaller than TJ's, but against his short gymnast body, it seemed absolutely massive. I hoped that I would be able to take it, since defeat here would bode poorly for my ability to accommodate TJ's tool. "He lubed up?" "Nah," TJ said. "If he's gonna take that thing, he'll need a bit." Luckily, I had pulled a bottle out of my bag when we first got into the room, and TJ tossed it to the stranger. He poured what felt like only a few drops on my hole; it was hardly enough to prepare me for his dick. In the mirror, I saw him pour a lot more on his dick and start to stroke it. "Nice," TJ commented, as the stranger's cock stiffened, lengthened and hardened. "Been fucked yet tonight?" he asked. His cock was now sticking straight out in front of him, hard and erect. Like a deadly snake, it glistened from the coating of lube. I knew it was not enough, but in the moment, it was hard for me to come up with the words to ask for more. "Not yet," TJ said. He continued, able to say the words I was struggling with. "You should pour a bit more lube on his hole. He's just starting out and we don't want him out too early in the night." "Right on," the stranger said. He poured some more of the cool liquid on my hole, and stuffed a finger into me. "Fuck," he said, as I felt his finger brush up against the last of the shard. "Tina's not even fully melted. He's gonna be flying." Something about his tone made my cock shrink, even more than the tina had already done. I was already pretty damn high, and any more would leave me a tweaked-out mess. I had only been this high once before. It was right as I was first exploring my sexuality. The drugs lifted so many inhibitions, and it was not long before I was taking cock after cock. Tonight was already starting out similarly, only so far, it had been all black and Latino cocks that I had taken. "Yeah," TJ said. "That's the entire point. Get him totally fucked up. Now, you need to get him fucked." The stranger didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers out of my ass, leaving me gaping and hungry. He immediately replaced them with the very tip of cock. I gasped, but the stranger ignored me and pressed his shaft on in. The little bit of finger-fucking I had gotten from TJ and the stranger was hardly enough, and the pain radiated out of from my anus. I bit down, but it provided hardly any relief. "Just relax. You're gonna take it all, don't worry about it," the stranger said.

Took care of a patient today who had surgery for a hernia repair—nothing new there---he was early 30s, average looks, and did not speak much English. As I was assessing him I noticed he had the flimsy jock strap they usually put on these patients and the waistband was right on top of his incision. When I pulled it down I made sure to cup his cock which even soft was fucking thick. After a bit he motioned that he wanted to take off the jock strap because it was hurting. I helped him with that and soon he was laying in front of me legs spread and that thick cock hanging down over a nice set of balls. I know just enough Spanish to get by and he was telling me “it used to hurt here” as he was playing with his balls. I felt them and asked if it hurt now? He just smiled real big and let me roll his balls around. I took one hand and held his cock up and slowly slid the foreskin back. His cock was tapered at the tip and just got thicker as it went down to the base. I did it a few times and his cock got thicker as it got harder. It was really impressive. I stroked his cock and played with his balls for a bit and he rested his head back and closed his eyes and fell back asleep. I stopped and continued charting but when he woke I saw him feel his balls and stroke his cock all the while making sure I was watching him. He took my hand and put it on his thick cock and I resumed stroking watching his smile get bigger. I licked my hand and gave his cock a few slicked up strokes which made him groan. I bent over and licked his cock and gave it a few sucks when I felt his hand on the back of my head. His cock was not long but damn was it thick. As my lips got to the base of his cock they were stretched and I felt the head of his cock touch the back of my throat. As I pulled off and looked at him he indicated he wanted more and I gladly went back to sucking him. All to soon I could feel his balls draw up as he shot a nice big load in my mouth. Afterwards he placed my hand back on his cock and I slowly stroked him for awhile. Another memorable patient.

Over the summer I took care of a kid who had surgery on his leg. Recent high school grad headed to college in the fall. He came out of the operating room very anxious and crying. He had a knee immobilizer on it which is a big brace that run the length of the leg and is secured with Velcro straps. As I was assessing him I saw that the OR staff had gotten his balls trapped in the top of the immobilizer. No wonder he was hurting. I freed them and rolled them around to make sure they were OK. He immediately calmed down and relaxed and told me no one had ever touched him there before. He would fall asleep then wake up for a minute or two then would go back out as the anesthesia meds worked there way out of his system. As I kept playing with his balls his cock grew rock hard and stayed that way. I ran my fingers over it and gave it a few pulls. Kid had a nice cock. Long and plump with a nice flared head. I kept playing with him and watched him as he would wake up then fall back to sleep. His hips were pushing up to meet my hand as I stroked him and I leaned over and licked a bit of precum off the head of his cock. The more I licked and sucked the more still he got. I watched him as I gave a few deep swallows and he blasted his load in my mouth. I milked every drop out of him then let him rest. When he was more awake and getting ready to be discharged I helped him to the bathroom where he had to hold on to me because of his leg. I untied his hospital gown and soon had him naked. I reached down and took his cock and aimed it for him. He got hard again just like that. He was so apologetic saying he was sorry and that no one had ever touched him there---if he only remembered what I did earlier he would know that was no longer true. I looked down at his hard cock in my hand and told him he had a great cock. I asked where he hid it when it got hard since it was so big. As I was talking I was slowly jacking him and those hips started moving again. I asked him if he liked that and if it felt good and he just softly moaned and watched his cock fucking my hand. It was like he was hypnotized and could not look away. I said just wait until you get a blowjob and can fuck this big cock in their mouth and he told me he wanted that so bad but didn’t think it was ever going to happen. He asked what a blowjob felt like was it really that good? I moved him so he was leaning against the sink and said let me show you and sank to my knees as I sucked his cock for the second time in a few hours. One hand grabbed the back of my head and he blasted another load in me. I licked his cock clean again and watched him as he just stared at me. I stood up, leaned in, and asked how was it? He surprised me by kissing me. He told me that was amazing. I told him now he didn’t have to worry that it would never happen.

My neighbors’ father was visiting and had to have emergency surgery to remove his appendix. The neighbor is a good friend and we have fooled around in the past so when he asked me to recover his father after surgery I quickly agreed. I had met his father a handful of times over the years but as I was assessing him after surgery it was the first time I had seen him naked. As I checked his surgical site I got a good look at his cock which was good length with a wide head but the true story was his balls. They were huge. As he woke up we talked and I would check him some more and teased him about those huge balls and he told me they had always been that big and he liked having them played with. The anesthesia and pain medications allow patients to let their guard down to say and do things they might not normally do. When he told me he liked them played with I let my hand slide between his thighs and cupped his balls. They were really amazing. Big and heavy and he seemed to enjoy the attention as I watched his cock grow and expand. Soon he was full hard and all I had done was roll those balls around in my hand. He sighed and said he really like what I was doing. I then reached out and gave his cock a few strokes. He asked if I had fooled around with his son and I told him we had which seemed to turn him on more. He would fall asleep and wake up and for the rest of his time with me I had my hands between his legs. A day or two later my neighbor called asking if I would come over to check on his dad. When I got there the dad was asleep after taking some pain medication. He had been helping him with a shower and saw those big balls and thought maybe something was wrong. My neighbor was surprised when I reached out and cupped them and started playing with them. I laughed and told him what his dad had told me after surgery about how they were always that big and how he liked them played with. Soon his dad was awake and rock hard and so was his son. It took some coaxing but soon we were all three jacking each other. I leaned over and sucked my friend and then he sucked me as I took his dads cock deep in my throat. Back and forth it went me whispering how much I wanted to see my friend suck his dads cock. He looked unsure but did eventually suck both of us. Watching his lips wrap around his dads cock was electric. His dad laid there moaning as his son sucked his cock and I licked his balls. Over the next several days I would come over sometimes we would just talk and sometimes we would end up fooling around. When I was around the dad my hands always seemed to find their way to those balls of his. Before the dad left he came over and told me thank you for taking care of him after surgery and thank you for bringing he and his son closer together and that he had not had that much sex in years.

There is a park in town that was once upon a time prior to the internet was the place to meet guys for some fun. I sucked a lot of cock there and can’t tell you how many times I got mine sucked either. There was one guy who I would see from time to time playing around with other guys. I never did anything with him but I liked watching him. A few years later I heard he was HIV positive, the police started patrolling the park and I did not see or think about him for years. I work occasionally for a home health agency which means I go to patient’s houses and check on them making sure they are eating, taking their meds, bathing etc. During a recent visit I realized it was the guy from the park. He had lost a lot of weight and had gone from HIV positive to an AIDS diagnosis. We talked and I asked what I could do to help and he said he wanted to take a bath but sometimes had trouble getting out of the tub. We got him undressed and into the tub and I started washing his back for him. He said it felt good and that no one had touched him in a long time. He leaned back and I could see his cock standing up. I reached down and gave it a good washing and told him I used to see him fucking at the park all those years ago. He looked surprised but said he had a lot of fun at that park. I reached my other hand in the tub and played with his hole eventually pushing a couple finger in him. On my knees in front of him drying his legs off I can see him slowly stroking himself. I reach up and jack him saying he has a great cock—his body may look sick but his cock looks ready to go. He is leaking a lot of precum and he takes some and rubs it on my lips. Soon I have his cock in my mouth and he is fucking my face hard like he is afraid I am going to change my mind. I work my fingers back in his ass and he floods my mouth with a huge load. We head to the bedroom and he is groping my cock and soon he is sucking me nice and slow. I am working his hole again and tell him I want to fuck him. He rolls over on the bed and I climb up and rub the head of my cock on his hole. I slowly sink into him stopping every so often but he pushes back and takes my whole cock. I have him on his knees and it looks like if I fuck to hard he is going to break but the image of my cock sliding in and out of him is pushing my closer and closer. Knowing I am fucking the guy I used to jack off to all that time ago and watching his hole swallow my cock soon has me burying my load deep in him. I heard he passed away about 5 weeks later. I am glad I got to see him and have some fun before he passed.

Interacting with doctors all day everyday can be challenging. While most of them are indeed very smart it is the attitude that they are smarter and therefore better than everyone they meet that makes things difficult. There is one surgeon, Dr. M. that is smart and while not exactly what I would call good looking he does have a rugged masculine quality about him. He also has something big swinging in his scrub pants and I am checking that out every chance I get. Dr. M. goes to the same gym I do and a few weeks ago I was there late after work and saw him in the steam room. He got up to restart the steam and I got a good look at his naked body. Average but hairy in all the right places, nice ass and what looked to be an impressive cock. He scooted closer and we talked a bit more and I noticed he kept playing with his balls and cock lifting and pulling them. I watched some then did the same and quickly it became interesting. He leaned back and spread his legs giving me a good view of his low hanging balls and thick cock. He got up and stood in front of where I was sitting still talking and pulling on that cock. I reached out and replaced his hand with mine quickly followed by my mouth. He worked up a quick rhythm of face fucking me and I loved it. He pulled me up and then pushed me around so I was facing out the window and he stood behind me playing with my ass. He said he really needed to relax and fucking a hot hole always relaxed him and would I be willing to help him. Hell yeah I was willing. He spit on his cock and rubbed the head on my hole and finally I pushed back and the head popped in and then I took a breath and slid back until I had him all. He stood there a minute the steam and what we were doing was making it very hot in there. Soon he started a slow steady pace getting faster and harder. Dr. M. knew how to fuck and he was burying it deep and pulling all the way out only to do it again. He was pulling my hips back onto his cock asking how I like it and did I like his thick bare cock fucking my hole. The whole situation was feeding a dual fantasy of fucking a doctor from work and doing it in a place where we could potentially get caught. The curve of his cock had him hitting my prostate over and over and I told him I was going to come soon he just piston fucked me harder until he buried it in me balls deep and shot in my ass as I shot all over the wall in front of me. I see Dr. M. most days at work and occasionally at the gym. We have fooled around a couple more times usually when he has a rough day he will text me asking to get together. I have to say every time I see that cock swinging in his scrubs my ass tightens remembering the breeding he gave me.

I had two interesting patients recently, one of whom was 76 and the other 22. Both were both poz. The younger guy woke up hurting and after some pain medication he calmed down but decided he needed to be naked and uncovered - not that I was complaining. For his procedure they had had to shave his stomach and into his pubic area and he kept rubbing himself saying how smooth it was and how great it felt. He also remarked he thought his cock looked so much bigger without the hair. I watched as he rubbed, pulled, and caressed his body. It was hot. The medication made him chatty and I asked about him being poz and he told me he loved to fuck and knew he was going to get it eventually so he searched it out, adding that he would take any cock and load and that he also liked to fuck. As he was talking I rubbed his leg and worked my way down between them and up to his balls and then down to his hole and eased my finger into him. He just spread his legs and reached over for my cock. He asked if I would ever fuck a poz guy. "Of course," I replied. Then I added another finger to stretch his hole, and without hesitation bent over and licked the drop of precum at the head of his cock. He grabbed my head and pushed it down on his cock and shot a huge load of that poz cum into my mouth. I pulled off and he apologized, adding that he had really needed to cum, and with that he fell asleep. Later when he woke up he acted as if it never happened and was released from the hospital The 76 year old was a nice man who had a minor procedure and very flirty. As I looked at his dressing I saw his cock which was long and hanging between his legs. As I felt his abdomen we kept talking and even after I was finished I kept my hands there right above his cock. He reached down grabbing his cock and said "This thing has gotten me into all kinds of trouble but no one wants anything to do with it anymore," adding that being old was bad enough but being poz meant no one wanted to play with him anymore. I rubbed his cock and said "Men can be such fools." And, as I softly squeezed and stroked his cock, he quietly remarked "It's been so long since anyone has touched me like that." I kept at it as we talked and he got harder though it took some work. He had a really big head and I rubbed around it saying "I bet you really stretched some hole." "You have no idea" he remarked with a laugh, adding "You don’t have to do that." I replied "I like feeling your cock in my hand and would love to feel you in my mouth." "I won’t tell if you won’t" he responded, so I leaned over and licked that huge head and worked that cock into my mouth and throat. His hands found their way to my head and he slowly guided my mouth. He pulled me off and stroked for me murmuring "I'm getting close." I whispered "I want your load." "Are you sure?" I just went back to sucking him and soon he shot into my mouth. Afterward he was nice and kept saying how grateful he was for taking such good care of him. Two patients, two loads of poz cum. One older one younger but both very hot.

Part 6 The steam made my skin tingle. I was sat on one of the upper ledges of the steam room, enjoying the sensation of it. When I entered, I thought I was alone. It took me a few minutes to notice that there was at least one other person in the room – it was difficult to see anything through all the steam, but eventually I saw him move. I realized, after a few more minutes of only seeing small movements in the steam, that he was playing with his dick. Clearly, he had better eyesight than me, because finally he spoke, saying “You jus' gonna sit there staring all night?” I jumped up. I'm pretty sure that, when I stood, it was with the intention of running out the door, yet my body once again acted of its own accord. I crossed the steam room, over to where the other man sat. Even when so much closer to him, it was still difficult to actually see anything of the man. He sat on the higher of the two shelves, and when I came close, he stopped wanking and held his dick at the base, waving it at me, inviting me by saying “C'mon then.” I dropped to my knees on the lower ledge in front of him, and leaning forward, I took hold of his cock in my hands. It was a decent size: not as big as that of the skinhead or the black guy from the changing room, but still big enough for me to wrap both hands around. I started tugging on it slowly, for which he let out a little grunt of approval. I could just about see him –he was probably his 40's, with a chunky body covered in black hair. All the moisture of the steam room made him look like a damp bear. Normally, such a guy wouldn't interest me at all. He had the scent of sweat on him and was breathing heavily, but all I could seem to focus on was his cock. I lowered my head down and took the tip of his dick in my mouth, sucking on it. I might have been a virgin, but I had given a few blow jobs before, so I wasn't completely inexperienced with it. I took the whole head in and sucked gently while I pumped the shaft. He moaned, and I felt a hand curl up in my hair, pushing me downwards. I complied, and took more of his dick in my mouth. I tried to keep it slow, but it was obvious that he didn't want to wait around. Every time I stopped or slowed down, he'd push my head down or hold it still while he thrust into it. Using my mouth and one of my hands to pump his cock, and my other hand to play with his balls, I went to work. I heard the plastic flaps that led into the steam room move, indicating the entrance of another person, but I paid it no mind. My body was getting hot and light headed in the heat of the room, and breathing was coming more difficult as I worked the cock in my mouth. It was difficult to tell how much I was sweating and how much was from the steam, but I kept on sucking. I remembered that my tongue existed, and started using that as I went down, to tease the head, much to the pleasure of the bear I was blowing. Then I felt a hand on my ass – the same cheek that had been spanked earlier. This was just a gentle rub though, from the person standing behind me. I realized then that, in my kneeling position, I had pushed my ass out, sticking it in the air for anyone to see, if they could through the steam. I still wore my towel around my waist, but that was it. The hand kept squeezing and rubbing while I continued sucking, and to my surprise, I found myself pushing my ass out even further towards the guy playing with it. I could tell the bear was getting close to blowing his load. His breathing was getting heavier, his grip on my head was harder and he was making more and more grunts of approval. Behind me, the other guy spoke, urging “Go on, suck that cock!” The guy's voice sounded familiar. Then the guy's hand slipped from my ass to my hip, and another one joined it on my other hip. Whoever was behind me pressed up against my ass, and I felt his cock right up against me. I moaned, and so did the guy I was sucking. He let go of my head and uttered something that wasn't really words, but I got the gist of it – he was going to cum. I pulled my head up off and started pumping his cock hard to finish him off. The guy behind me, however, had other plans for me. Just as the bear moaned, signaling his orgasm, a hand moved from my hip to the back of my head, and shoving my mouth back onto the cock in front of me, with the command “Take his load!” Not that I had a choice. The bear came and came, filling my mouth up with the salty taste of his cum. It tasted amazing. I had never swallowed a guy's load before, always having wacked them to orgasm, and letting the cum spill on the floor or on the guy's stomach. I never realized what I had been missing. “Yeah, that's it!" the voice continued, adding “Swallow it all.” I did so, taking every drop of it, and sucking the head clean of all traces. All the while, the cock at my ass had been grinding away. When his dick was clean, the bear immediately stood up, pushing me away as he made for the exit, mumbling as he left something that might have been a thank you. I slumped down onto the ledge, suddenly feeling exhausted from the heat. Looking up at the guy who had been behind me, I knew who it was immediately. The glint of the piercing in the tip of his dick, and the tattoo on his stomach gave it away. The skinhead knelt down next to me and leaned over and asked with a grin, “So, what happened to saving yourself?” Then he kissed me.

Part 4 I stayed in the hot tub for a while afterwards, waiting for my friend to arrive and for my erection to go down. The hallway that led to the hot tub from the showers went further on into the other features of the sauna, though I didn't know what specifically was back there, so I watched guys go past, generally cruising each other. Two separate couples congregated briefly in the hallway, and ran off to... somewhere. I also saw several failed attempts, where one guy shrugged off the other, or quickly fled. The guys in the sauna definitely didn't behave or look like the image I had had in my mind when I entered the place. Yeah, there were a few elderly men, breathing heavily and trying to grab anyone who came within arm's reach, but most of the guys seemed to be between 30 and 50 and in reasonably good shape. I even saw a few guys who looked close to my age, though in reality, probably none were as young as was I. More than once I mistook the younger guys for my friend, but with each failure, I still kept my hopes up. The water jets cycles off and on again before anyone else entered the pool. The older guy with the moustache guy on the other side of the hot tub turned the pumps back on, as if it were his sacred duty to keep the bubbles going. A few minutes after he turned them back on, someone began climbing up the steps that led into the tub. It was a younger guy, I would guess he was about 25, he had black hair that was slicked-back, and he was almost as skinny as I was, but with clear muscle definition. His cock bounced between his legs before disappearing under the water. He looked at me for a brief moment, before nodding and moving towards the older man. They didn't waste time, and imagine they must have known each other as they just smiled at each other, and without a word, the younger guy seemed to straddle the older man's lap. They locked their mouths together in what must have been a very deep kiss, and the younger man started moaning into the older man's mouth. They seemed to be shifting around in the water a bit for a moment, before finally the younger man let out a long moan. With that, they broke their kiss, and I heard him whisper "Yeah, that's it." After that, they started moving in time with each other. It took me a while, arguably longer than it should have, to realize that the younger guy was getting fucked by the older guy. It took me longer still to realize I was staring at them, with my mouth hanging open. They didn't seem to mind, or even notice, but still, I quickly looked elsewhere, but even so, my attention was drawn back to them. I couldn't help it. They were fucking, right there, right in front of me. They hadn't rushed off to... well, wherever the other couples I saw had rushed off to. Almost subconsciously, my hand drifted to my cock, which was, of course, rock hard, and I began to slowly play with myself, as I licked my lips as the pace of their mating increased. The older guy with the tattoos had closed his eyes for a while, but when he opened them, he looked over and fixed his gaze on me. I felt embarrassed, but he smiled, obviously not embarrassed that I had a front row seat. The guy turned to the younger guy, and whispered a couple of words, and stopped fucking. With that, the younger guy looked around, and followed the older guy's gesture, to look at me. The younger guy looked me over, which made me feel even more embarrassed, but then he smiled and gestured for me to join them. I certainly didn't know exactly what to do, yet they seemed to have me in a trance, as my body moved on it's own in grabbing my poppers from the ledge and moving through the water to join them. Hands appeared on me as soon as I was within reach. The older man had one hand wrapped around his fuck-toy, and the other wrapped around my waist, going straight to my butt, where he started groping one cheek. The younger guy was slightly less forward, and brought his hand up behind my neck and pulling me in closer. The fucking began again as their hands explored me, with the older guy slowly bucking his hips. The younger guy moaned and leaned over towards me, giving me a much softly kiss than had the skinhead, gently brushing his lips against mine. Meanwhile the hand on my ass kept groping and squeezing, but didn't move anywhere. After he'd finished kissing me, he moved his face away, and pressed mine towards the other guy. Before I had time to protest, the older guys moustache was brushing up against my face as his lipped connected with mine. His hand tightened on my ass, squeezing it hard as his tongued forced its way into my mouth, all the while the younger guy held me still. It felt good, even though I didn't know why. The older guy made me feel gross when I first saw him, but the taste of his tongue, the scratching of his moustache, and his tight grip on my ass felt so hot that I almost forgot where I was. I heard the voice of the younger guy murmur in my ear, saying “His cock feels so good in me, he's such a good fucker. You want to feel it?” And with that, the younger guys hand slid down from my neck, all the way down my back and to my ass. This time, he was the less polite one – a finger slipped right down the middle to my hole and pressed against it. I gasped, and pulled away from him, shaking my head. I tried to say something, but no words came out of my mouth. Fortunately, the older guy had been listening in on my earlier conversation. “He's saving himself,” the man said in a gruff voice that hinted he was a foreigner. Amusement was evident in his tone. The younger guy nodded his head in realisation, also smirking at the concept. The older guy resumed, asking “But only your hole, right?" and then suggested to me “I won't fuck you, but you could help me fuck him, yeah?” as he nodded to the young guy. The older guy moved his hand from my ass to my hip, pushing me hard, so I found myself standing behind the younger guy, who promptly stood-up somewhat, presumably to slide off the other guy's cock. Then their hands were back upon me, and one hand guided my cock until it was pressed up against the young guy's hole. Instinct seemed to kick in, as I took hold of his hips, and he moaned as he teased his hole with my cock. “Go on, fuck him,” The older guy urged, adding “You don't need to be gentle. I wasn't the first guy this little whore had tonight.” I looked at the younger guy to see if the comment bothered him, but he just smiled in agreement. Once we made eye contact, he pushed his hips back, and, just like that, the tip of my dick slipped into his ass. I gasped. It was a great feeling, but I'd never fucked anyone before, so honestly I didn't know what I was doing. Fortunately my instincts took over again. As he took my dick, the guy twisted his body to turn so he could wrap one arm over me, he pulled me in to kiss me. The moment meant that my dick was also pulled fully into him ass. It was a slick feeling, and I slid right down to the base without any trouble at all. “That's it,” the older guy said as the younger guy kissed me, adding “Fuck that hole.” I began moving my hips a bit and he moaned into my mouth. 'No condom'. the thought flashed into my head and suddenly I was aware of myself again. I broke off the kiss and pulled out of him in a second. Then, before they had time to protest, I already turned and headed for the steps, muttering unintelligible words of apology as I rushed out. I grabbed my towel and slipped through the small crowd that I hadn't notice forming, and headed back to the changing rooms.

Part 3 He didn't wait for a response before he reached out to me with his spare hand, saying “Here, give me your hand,” taking hold of my wrist and pulling it over to his crotch where his massive cock floated in the bubbling water. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held onto it, putting it on his dick and closing my fingers around it. He never broke eye contact with me, and encouraged me saying softly “Go on," as the hand around my waist came up out of the water. His fingers tangled themselves into my hair and began stroking softly. I wanted to run away, out of the tub and back to the locker room where people seemed to leave me alone, but the heavy weight in my hand did feel pretty good. I relented, and began to very slowly pump his dick. A big smile spread across his face when I did. “Good boy.” He practically purred into my ear as his hand left my wrist and moved to my thigh. I gasped when I felt his tight squeeze, but I continued working his dick. Whenever I brought my hand up near the tip of his dick, I'd feel the piercing brush against me. I'd never seen a pierced dick outside of porn before, and I didn't know what to do with it. I wondered if touching it too much would hurt him, so I kept my hand away from it. My heart was pulsing pretty hard, and my vision had gone strange. The lights – what few there were –had gone all pale and a bit blurry. My friend had told me about this though, it was a side effect of the pill he'd given me. The main effect was also starting to work as well. The movement of the water,along with the admittedly nice feeling of the skinheads cock were making me begin to get hard, even despite my nerves. His hand traveled further up my thigh to my hip and my hardening cock. He didn't take the shaft itself, but slipped one of his thumbs under my balls and pressed down on the skin there, rubbing the hardness and making me gasp. I tightened my grip on his dick and pumped a bit harder. “So, you gonna let me fuck you later?” he asked. That snapped me back to reality a bit. “I-I-I'm saving myself for my friend,” I stuttered, getting increasingly red faced. I let go of his cock, but he kept a firm grip of me. “I know, I know! You don't need to keep reminding me. He'll be your first tonight, but I'm happy to let him loosen you up. I doubt you'll be able to take me straightaway, but it's not like you're here just for him, are you?” I didn't respond to that, just stared at the skinhead, swallowing as I realized my mouth had suddenly got dry. “Unless... Unless you mean you're literally saving yourself.. You mean, tonight is your first time?” I nodded weakly. At that point, he did move his hand away from my cock. His other hand left my hair, but stayed around my shoulders, as he laughed softly saying “Well then, that does change things a bit, doesn't it! Then he said in a voice a bit louder than he had been using, “That's quite the gift, and I guess I should let your friend unwrap his own presents, shouldn't I? Don't worry – I'll make sure everyone knows that there's a cute, twinky little virgin running around the halls, and that they definitely shouldn't touch him. At least, not for a while.” With that, he stood up and moved in front of me. This time, I got a quick look at the tattoo on his stomach. It was some sort of symbol – something I'd seen before,but at the same time, I couldn't quite place it. I only got a quick look though, before he leaned down and brought his face close to mine. “But how about you come find me later, yeah?” He forced his lips roughly against mine, taking me in one quick but heavy kiss that pushed my whole head back. Once he pulled away again, he grinned,before turning and heading out of the pool. I didn't know what to make of the encounter, but my heart was racing, and my cock was rock hard. At the very least, I didn't want to get out of the hot tub until it had gone down.

Part 2 I thought the changing rooms were warm, but the heat that hit me when I entered the sauna itself was like a wall. The smell of water and the cleaning agents filled my nose, but they weren't strong enough to cover up the smells of men in the air. A few guys sat on benches positioned against the wall. Most of the guys had closed their eyes, presumably listening to the background music, which was some sort of repetitive house beat that sounded like the background music in a porn film. One guy, who looked like he was Turkish, checked me out as I came in. He looked me up and down and smirked. His skin shined with sweat and water, and he looked like he'd been there a while. I smiled weakly back before sliding through the first door I passed, not really paying attention to where I was going. My heart thumped in my chest – just that one interaction was enough to get my pulse racing. I wondered if I'd even last till my friend joined me before chickening out, but I pressed on. After a bit of searching, I managed to stumble to the place that my friend had told me to go, the hot tub, which was at the far end of a corridor off of which were showers that bubbling away. Two guys were in the hot tub, one, an older guy with greasy black hair and tattoos, who sat in one corner, his eyes closed, and the other was a white guy with a completely shaved head. He looked to be fairly young, by no means as young as I, but probably in his early 30s. He smiled at me when I approached, which again, was enough to make me worry, but as my friend told me to try out the hot tub, I knew that when he finally arrived, that was where he'd look to find me. As casually as I was able, I removed my towel, and hung it on one of the hooks that lined the wall by the hot tub, and, covering my cock and balls with my hand, the mark of a newbie, and which made the skinhead laugh, I climbed up the steps into the hot tub. The water wasn't as hot as I was expecting, but it was still warm enough. The bubbles splashed over me as I moved through the water. At its deepest, it came up to my bellybutton, but the seats around the side submerged me right up to my shoulders. Placing the poppers on the ledge nearest me, I sat well away from the other two guys. The older guy didn't seem to notice me at all, or, for that matter, even open his eyes, but the skinhead stood-up pretty much the second I sat down and moved closer to me. I felt myself flinch as he sat down next to me, but I didn't move away, reasoning that he might get angry. “Hey,” he asked, “I'd ask if you came here often, but I think I'd remember if I'd seen you here before.” With that, he leaned in, I think with the intention of kissing my neck, but at that point, I did pull away, and moved further along the bench until I was backed into the corner. He responded with a quick laugh, asking “Oh, it's actually your very first time, isn't it?” I nodded, explaining “I'mmm, I'm waiting for my fffr, my friend. He should be here soon.” The skinhead chucked at my explanation, and again closed the gap between us, put his arm on the ledge around me, though only slightly touching me, he stroked my shoulder with his thumb. “Err, I'm err-” I tried to stutter some sort of response. "Waiting for your friend, I know. But he won't mind if I wait with you, will he? Keep you safe from some of the creeps who want to suck you off right here and now." He smiled as his arm slipped from the ledge, went around my waist, and pulled me closer to himself, so our bodies were touching slightly. I swallowed. At that point, the pump that circulated the water in the hot tub switched-off, undoubtedly on some sort of timer, with the result that bubbles cleared after a few seconds. I was stunned: the skinhead's cock was huge, and fully erect, and he had some sort of piercing in the head of his cock. I gasped and jumped, intending to to leave the tub, but the skinhead held me down with his surprisingly tight grip, and nodded towards the older guy across the tub. “It's alright, he'll get it.” And even as he spoke, the older man reached-over, and pressed a button on the wall. There was a quiet rumble, and after a few seconds, the bubbles began again. I couldn't help but take one last quick glance downwards before everything disappeared beneath the moving water again. I guessed his cock was about nine inches, and was as thick as all hell. Round the base, I saw that there was a thick black cock ring, and further up his stomach, I saw something black, a tattoo on his stomach I assumed, but I couldn't make it out before it was obscured by the bubbles. I looked back up at him to see him smirking, and quietly he asked “Like what you see?”

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

I'm a full-grown adult now, but that totally happened without my consent. I was never ready to be an a grownup and take responsibility for my own life. This would be particularly embarrassing if I were to admit my real age now -- which I won't. Let's just say that I was a child of the 1980's, and leave it that. Was it because I was an only child, born to parents who'd wanted a big family? And treated me like a baby for far too long? People think only kids are spoiled and that's certainly correct. Or at least it was back then. That status comes with a price, though. All of my parents' expectations were put on me instead of spread out among three or four siblings. I was pushed to read books before I was even fully comfortable with the alphabet. It was a confusing. I remember Dad handing me the evening paper when he came home from work and telling me to be prepared to discuss what I'd read at the dinner table. Pressure. Oh man. I couldn't decipher much. "Well?", my dad would ask as he forked meat loaf into his mouth. "There's a movie coming to The Twilight called "Tron". It looks good. Can we go see it?" His expression told me that we would not. "Did you read any of the news stories? We need to get you a tutor. I've already got some names. Meanwhile -- finish your plate, drink your milk and the go watch CNN. Soak up some real news for once." For once? They were always watching that channel. None of it was very interesting to me. I gave no shits about politics or Reagan or any of stuff. But an emerging story did catch my attention. There was a deadly disease spreading around gay communities that they couldn't figure out. All they knew was that Africans had started it and it had something to do with monkeys. Possibly. I just wasn't old enough to dissect this information. As horrific as this story was, it did help me strive to learn more. My reading skills improved rapidly due to my interest in AIDS. It was a medical mystery that had elements of horror and sex. Gay men were getting sick and dying after sucking or doing other things with an infected dick. Sperm and blood seemed to be part of it. By sixth grade, I was going to the public library and poring through periodicals for more information. Would I get this disease? I was probably gay -- was that enough to doom me? I read the articles with a chill running up my neck and over my scalp. A year or so later, I read about the Patient Zero. He was supposedly the guy who introduced the disease to our country. His name was Gaetan Dugas...a Canadian flight attendant who had brought the virus to New York. He was handsome, blonde and athletic. I looked at his black and white photo over and over. He was responsible for this mess, but that didn't make him any less beautiful to look at. He died in 1983. His kidneys had failed because of the AIDS virus. I skipped Junior High altogether because the administration decided I was "advanced". If they only knew I spent all my free time lusting after an older blonde man who was dead now. You can only guess how hard it was to look ten years old and be in a classroom with teens who were developing adult bodies. I was made fun of and picked on every single day! Miserable...but I kept my head down and advanced. Most of the teachers seemed to dislike me too, but were still giving me good grades. When would I ever fit in anywhere? Never? The Summer before junior year, I grew into a man. My voice got deeper and my height increased by almost a foot. "Growth Spurt" was what hey called it. I don't think my spinal cord was ready for it because it started to curve a bit. You couldn't tell unless my shirt was off -- which it never was. I'd been lucky enough to miss P.E. classes. I spent my time reading or daydreaming. AIDS was of no concern to the kids around me. It was 'a fag disease', and it happened 'somewhere else'. I was still obsessed with it though. Maybe it was the sexual aspect of it. I sat in the library and read all the magazines that featured stories about the emerging epidemic. I remember one piece in "Newsweek" about the devastation in San Francisco. There was a black and white photo of a solitary man wearing only a white towel, sitting alone on a bench. It was taken in the city's only remaining bath house. I had no idea what a bath house was...it seemed like a big locker room. Was this the kind of place where sexy Gaetan had gone to first spread the viral load he had between his legs. I'm sure they had those kind of places in New York. Maybe he went to one of those gay bars...like 'The Dark" which was in our town. I imagined what it was like back in the early 80's. I knew a lot from reading, and I knew that over a decade had passed since The Stonewall Riots. Gays were fighting for rights and (slowly) becoming a presence in American culture. They didn't have to worry about unwanted pregnancy, they fucked with no worries. I imagined a smoky bar full of hot gay men, drinking beer from bottles and touching each other. Lots of leather. They'd think nothing of a dashing blonde walking in and ordering a drink. He was handsome, but there were probably a hundred handsome there. Competition. He had a ticking bomb inside him that would change gay life for many years. Inside of his balls was a virus that would claim so many millions of lives, but on that particular night he was just a face in the crowd. I thought about who he'd meet first, who would buy him a drink and flirt with him. Did he have a French accent like some Canadians do? Is it weird that I wanted to be the guy who found him first? If only I could go back in time and be 'Patient One'. I guess the responsible thing would be to kill the both of us afterward, but I don't know if I could do that. I was leading such a sexless life then that I would take whatever from whomever. You could say that I was a 'bug chaser' before the term existed. If only. Did death and disease turn me on? Possibly. Fast forward to my 18th birthday. I was in my third year of college and had changed quite a bit. I lived in one of those "progressive" dorms. You know -- artists, hippies, Wiccans. etc. I was smoking clove cigarettes and took a drink from time to time. My roommate was a 'performance artist' and was usually on a mushroom trip. We got along. I was working on a double major and didn't really pay attention to what went on around me. There was a smoking room in the school's giant library. and I'd go there every hour or so to get my fix. Of course there would be one or two gay dudes there. One of them would always make eye contact with me, but I wasn't into him. Not at all. I had a 'type' and he wasn't even close. I liked the menacing, dangerous type. He had a man purse, for Christ's sake. I was coming back from the library when I first felt the pain in my chest. I thought it was from the cold air. I continued on back toward the dorms, but they were so far. Maybe if I just sat for a minute... blackness I remember feeling so much better a few minutes later, better than I'd ever felt. I remember bits and pieces of falling to the sidewalk on campus. I might have hit my head...or had heart failure. Whatever -- I guess I died. Right? Was there any kind of official confirmation from an angel or something when you passed on? Did God chime in with a "howdy-do"? Maybe that happened for normal people, good people. I was alone in darkness, listening to loud traffic and footsteps and crowds talking. Maybe if everybody shut up for a minute, I could hear the tiny voice of my deceased grandmother. Maybe... "Oh, Honey! Did you start too early? Let me help you up, OK?" A drag queen in a blonde wig with shoulders like a linebacker lifted me to my feet. I was in a city that I guessed was New York based on the skyline. Yep. I was dead. This was too unreal to be not unreal. "Can you walk? Do you need a cab?" I suddenly felt just fine. Perfect, actually. I was aware that I was dressed differently...very differently. I was wearing black leather boots with small silver chains across the tops of my feet. My jeans were grubby and torn -- as was my white t-shirt. I had on a leather jacket that was boss as hell. Yep. This was either a dream or a post-death illusion. I turned to the drag queen and 'her' companion. She was tall and dolled-up to the max. She might have been going for a Mae West look, but was too tall and thin to pull it off convincingly. Her friend was a short, dumpy little guy who looked bored and on the verge of a making a run for it. I just walked with them for a block or two. "What year is this?" "Lordy! Are you that far gone? Did you drink too much tonight?" "No. I think I'm dead. I'm supposed to be in 1992." Mae West stopped and grabbed my arm. "Dear me. Eddie -- we are in the company of a time-traveler here!" The dumpy dude just looked at his watch and sighed. "No. I'm just a little confused is all. Please tell me today's date and I'll leave you two alone." "It is May 1st, 1981. You are probably headed to 'The Eagle's Nest', right? You've got the look. We're going further up the block to someplace a little more friendly. Come join us later if you get a chance. Here you go, Sweetie. That black door under the light bulb is your place. Do you still have your wallet with you?" Fuck if I knew. Yeah. I did. It was thick with cash, but no credit cards, no student I.D. . "Yeah. I'm good. Thanks for your help, Beautiful Angel." She blew me a kiss and moved on. I was here the same night Patient Zero had arrived in town on a layover. I was getting my chance to be his first 'victim'. I guess that was why I was here. To let the AIDS virus begin and end with me. He'd be sick and dying in a short tine and I was already dead -- so what would be the problem? Once inside the door, I was immediately struck by how many hot men were there. New York. All the beauties migrated to this city. Where was Gaetan? Had he not arrived yet? I had no idea what time it was, but it seemed early. I got a beer from the bar and maneuvered through the crowd of men until I found a space to lean against the grimy wall. A handsome man - dressed just like I was - came up and offered me a cigarette. "Hi. I'm Tommy. Are you new in town?" "Very." "I thought so. You like it so far?" "Yeah. I'm waiting for someone, but this place is so big. It's just important that we meet." "Well..this place has four levels. This is the main bar, and there's a dance floor upstairs. The top level is completely dark and you can get into the heavy stuff. The basement is only open for brown or yellow parties." "What are those?" "God, you really are new. 'Yellow Parties' are for men who like to piss on each other and drink piss and stuff like that. 'Brown Parties' are pretty much the same except with shit instead of pee. It's invitation only, but I can introduce you to the guy who works here and makes the guest list." He arched his eyebrows and looked at me with some sort of flirty expectation. "Uh. No. I don't think so." He probably regretted buying me a beer. Did he do it so I'd later urinate it on him? Who knows. This was like being in a foreign country and dealing with locals who knew everything already. I decided to move more toward the entrance so I could catch a glimpse of Gaetan when he entered. I also needed to find the restroom. I'd drank that beer a little too fast. Jesus -- who knows what I'd find in there? I asked a big fat guy with a tattooed neck where the restrooms were, and he pointed me in the direction. My bladder was about to burst as I found my way inside the dimmest, grossest bathroom in the world. Was I in Hell now? I knew I was dead but that thought took a backseat to my my desperate need to piss. Normally, I'm one of those 'pee shy' guys who can't go if anyone else is near. Fuck that now. I let loose a long, thick stream in the only empty urinal and groaned a little. I knew there were men all around me...and maybe they had thoughts or comments about me...or maybe not. It was probably pointless to wash my hands, but I always did it back when I was alive. Habit. Then I saw my reflection in the smeared mirror. Who the hell was that?! I guess it looked like me in some ways, but I was older (28? 29?) and the shape of my jaw had changed. It was more square and had a cleft in my chin. I looked like a guy I'd be attracted to. The afterlife wasn't so bad after all. I moved back through the crowd to find a spot close to the entrance. There was a table that looked like a strategic place to sit and watch for Gaetan. There was another dude sitting there, but the confidence I felt from my fake new looks. He wouldn't mind. He was a bearded big guy in full leather drag...including the cop cap. "Howdy. Mind if I sit here for a second?" "Not at all. I've never seen you here before..are you new in town?" "You could say that." "I did say that. You don't have a drink....let me get you one. What's your brand?" His big brown eyes crinkled when he smiled. "Anything. I'll have what your having." He stood up from the bar stool, looking all tall and massive. It occurred to me that I could suck this stud's dick and let him fuck me, and there would be no consequences...except maybe a few of those STDs that weren't life-threatening. I wasn't really here, so why not just have as much fun as possible? The music from the dance floor upstairs got louder all the sudden. Donna Summer...'I feel loooo-ooove' . My big grizzly returned with a two bottles of a weird beer I'd never seen before and two shot glasses. I knew how it worked. You downed the shot and the drank the beer. Right? I have no idea what the liquor in the shot was, but it had a nice burn. We sipped the brews and got friendly. "I'm Burt. What's your name?" "Ross. Nice to meet you. It's getting loud in here all of the sudden." "Midnight. So I guess you've never been here before." "Nope. I talked to some guy earlier who told me about all the levels. I'd like to check them out...but not the basement." He grinned. "It stinks like an outhouse down there. There's black garbage bags covering the floor and walls...and weird stuff like random bathtubs and ...it's not my thing." "Do you dance?" "I LOVE to dance, but I usually don't because I look like a giant circus animal on the dance floor." "Nah. I want to dance with you, Burt." He warmed to the idea and led me up the stairs to where disco beats were still alive and thriving. And so loud. Blondie started cooing out an extended version of "Heart of Glass". Even though only about ten guys were there, I grabbed Burt's giant hand and led him out under the spinning lights. Songs like that get inside your body and make it move for you. I was really enjoying myself, but felt like I was overheating. I moved my mouth close to his ear and asked if there was a safe place I could leave my jacket. He nodded. We both took our leather off and he carried them somewhere. Such a cool relief. When Burt returned he made a comment about my body. It seemed like he thought I should remove my t-shirt too. Uh, no. I was very shy in my old life and never exposed my underdeveloped torso -- plus there was that curve in my back. But what the hell? I was in a death dream or something anyway. My face had changed, and so maybe my body did too. "I will if you will." That's all it took for him to rip the shirt from my body as he also removed mine. He tossed them over his shoulder like pieces of trash. I might have been upset if not for the sight of his abundant body hair and impressive build. Big bulge as well. I'd forgotten all about Patient Zero now. I wanted to have sex with Burt. Soon. Sadly, the Blondie song smoothly transitioned into a thumping disco song I'd never heard. Burt said something I didn't quite hear. I gave him a look that was supposed to say "what?", but he just got closer and wrapped me in a big sweaty hug. Then the music stopped (or so I thought) and the room went completely dark... "Open your eyes, Ross. ROSS! Wake up and look at us!" My mother's voice. "I think his color is better today. A little. Open your eyes right now, young man!" Dad. Another voice mumbled. A woman. I'm almost certain it was my aunt Bev. Maybe. "Do they know yet? Do they know what caused this?" "Not yet. I thought for sure it was speed or some other drug, but I checked his computer at the dorm and his phone. No clues there." Good old dad. "His heartbeat is almost regular now and he can breathe on his own, but he won't wake up." "The doctor is supposed to check in before noon." Mom sounded hopeful. Then it was back to the dance floor with Burt all over me. We weren't even dancing, just vertically humping. "You stumbled. Are you wasted?" "No. Just halfway between life and death." "That's all of us, Ross." He grinned and I was now certain that I wanted to have sex with him...while this dream/afterlife lasted. "Show me the upstairs, Burt." Another wide grin. "You sure? There's no light and usually crazy shit going on." "Yeah, I'm not really here anyway. Lead the way." For whatever reason, Burt seemed to like my cryptic words. Or maybe he just thought I was drunk. Fine line. "The stairs are a little steep...and completely unlit. I'll go first, but grab my belt so you you can follow safely." "How about I just grab your ass?" "That works, Buddy!" Total darkness. I thought he was giving me further instructions, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. "Ross! We know you can hear us, Honey. Your brain waves and blood pressure are almost normal. Talk! Wake up!" My poor mom. If only she would leave me alone for a little longer. "It was a heart attack," my dad said. "Apparently he's got a faulty valve. It has a name, but I can't remember it." Dad. "Can it be fixed?" That was my cool aunt again. I was glad she was keeping my joyless parents company. "He's gay, by the way. There is some shit on the laptop that confirms it. He was apparently obsessed with the guy who brought AIDS to North America." God love my aunt...her own brain waves were always amped to the max. "He may have been working on a term paper...and would have found out that the guy they called 'Patient Zero' was not the real culprit. Apparently, HIV came to the United States in the 70's. and it sprang up in several cities at about the same time." "Who gives a good goddamn?! He's a gay kid in a coma. Don't say one more word for now, Bev." Count on Dad to always have my back. "Damn, kid. You stumbled again. Are you sure you're up for this?" Burt grabbed my hand with his giant paw. "Yeah. I don't see so well in the dark." "We're in luck. There's a little bit of light. Little camping lanterns or something. Too bad we're here already...I liked you holding my ass." "The pleasure was all mine, Burt." He wrapped a massive arm around my shoulders. "The bar is right up here in the front. I need something strong just now...you?" "VERY strong." I heard all kinds of sex noises from every direction. 'Enjoy it while you can' was all I thought. Burt left me alone there in the semi-dark. That's when I saw him. Gaeten. I knew it was him because I'd memorized what his photos looked like. He was striking, with that blonde hair and mustache. He was standing (maybe shorter than I'd thought), right next to one of those little lanterns because I guess he knew he looked good lit from below. It made his jaw look stronger and sharper. He was not at all muscular, but his features were striking. I considered my situation. I had Burt - who was fetching me a drink, and who I was attracted to -- and I also felt as though I was here on a mission and had to do this...get his infected seed somehow. We locked eyes and I smiled in his direction. He responded instantly and motioned me over. I went right to him like I was in a trance. "Hi. I think I know you. You work for a Canadian airline, right? He was taken aback a little... "How did you know? I've only been to New York four times before, and I never met a guy that looked like you." I was either drunk or cocky ... or stupid when I said "You're famous." That somehow made him feel good about himself because he put a small finger to my face, "Ahhh. Thanks. I'm a real blonde -- just so you know." I was about to say another flirty thing when Burt found me, and wrapped me up in his big,bare arm. He pulled me to the side a bit... "He's a dud. I've fucked him twice -- and he fucked me once. Smallest dick ever. I barely felt it, but he does have that French passion. The accent was the only reason I let him fuck me a month ago. Twice. I don't like getting fucked, but I was okay with it." So I guess I wasn't going to be 'Patient One' -- maybe not two or three either. Did this mean Burt was infected? It didn't make sense. Why was I here? Why now? I knew from some movie I watched once that little brain adventures like this happened for a reason. Was I suppose to learn a life lesson? What was the end game? "Let's go somewhere and talk, Burt." At first he grinned like 'talk' was code for 'fuck', but I think he could tell by my expression that I was troubled by something. "What's wrong? Did you want the French guy to join us? I'd be open to just about anything tonight." "No. Do you know what's going on? Are you part of this? I just need to know if all of you here are in on it." "Uh oh. You're on something, right?" "No...I mean...I'm not sure." He took my hand and led me through a maze of guys getting blow jobs and doing other stuff. We were at the far end of the room with a little battery-powered lantern on the floor. "Guys always steal these things and take them home. That way they see some sponsor's logo every day. I'll grab one for you if I want." "Sure -- but I don't think I live here in New York, or even have a place." I was about to elaborate a little more but I stumbled again. Backwards. I'd stepped on and fell back on a large gym mat. I remember these from P.E. class. Burt plopped down too. "I think you need to just clear your head a little. Relax. At least this mat feels relatively clean. Rest for a minute, Ross. I'll be right back." I was flat on my back, looking at dancing shadows and listening to grunts, moans, and "Fuck yeah!"s. I had to be dead. That was the only explanation for this. For all I knew there could be gateway to Narnia nearby. Then Burt was back down on the mat with me. He had two more beers for us and some things in a plastic baggie. "What's that?" "I scored some lube and poppers from a friend of mine who works at the bar. Am I assuming too much? I just want to fuck the weirdness out of you, Buddy." "Yeah. I want that. I've never done poppers before, but I know what they are." He opened a tiny little bottle and sniffed the opening. "Sit up a little. There you go. Now inhale through your nose, deep. I'm going to take your boots off." It reminded me of some smell from a mechanics garage. And then I felt my head spin...in a good way. Burt had taken off my boots, socks, pants and underwear. Good. And the he took off the rest of his clothes and it was a sight to behold....the lantern light made his naked body look otherworldly somehow. His big sweaty boner looked like some sort of beautiful monster from where I was viewing it. Hell, that thing made a long shadow that reached all the way to his chin. Wow. All man. "Yeah. I knew it. You're an angel of some sort." "Never been called that before. How do you like it? On your back?" "However you want. I've never done this, Burt. Take over." I didn't need to say much more because already working a fat finger covered with lube into mt butt hole. My friend Arna from high school told me all about her first time. She said it was the same kind of pain as if you pulled your earlobe really hard. His big finger was already causing me some discomfort, and he was breathing heavily as he worked deeper into my ass. I think he had two fingers up there by the time I took my third sniff from the bottle of poppers. Maybe three fingers. I felt open and free of worry. "Lift your knees up as close to your chest as you can. Good. Just like that. Now...get ready." His full weight was on me and I was thankful for the cushion beneath me. Burt's erection was poking all around my hole, trying to find the prize. He found it. DAMN! It hurt when he snaked it in, but I didn't complain at all. "Ahhh. Wow." "Damn, boy. You are so tight down there...it's like a fist is grabbing my cock. If you don't loosen up a little, I'm going to fucking cum too fast..." "Do it, Burt. Get me pregnant!" "You can't open a little? Just a little?" As much as I willed myself to relax, it wasn't happening. Burt was thrusting and sweating as his shadowy expression told me he was close to an orgasm. Was he about to infect me? he had to..or this "journey" was pointless. He went all the way to the end of my insides and groaned loudly. He was emptying his load into the center of me. "FUCK! I....I hope I didn't hurt you too bad." I answered him with a deep kiss and let him rest on top of me for a minute. We'd drawn a small crowd of guys in various stages of arousal. I can almost remember being shy and easily-embarrassed. They moved closer. As soon as Burt stood up, another dude was on top of me. I didn't agree to this, but I was in no position to fight back. I wondered if Burt would rescue me, but he seemed to not care. "Go ahead and get a piece of that...he's a mental case and probably high as hell." A total of seven guys fucked me as the night went on. The lanterns were losing power and the room got darker, but I still recognized the face of the slender guy fucking me...it was Gaetan. He did indeed have passion in his hips. "Thank you for doing this." He was confused. "Uh. My pleasure. Remember me when you get back." That was an odd thing to say, but I was in an odd world. Then all the lanterns finally died out and I was in blackness again. I felt used and abused, but it didn't matter. "He's awake. His eyelids are fluttering and he looked right at me for half a second." Mom. "Ross? How do you feel? Can you speak to me, honey?" I tried to open my mouth, but I felt completely dehydrated and unable to form words. "You're in the hospital. You had an episode with your heart, but it can be repaired with surgery. You'll be good as new after that." Well, that was good. "They have to wait to do the procedure until your fever comes down. Hospitals are so full of germs -- you never know what you're going to catch." "You have no idea," I thought.

So here I am sitting on the couch legs in the air my true master pushing inside me as I yelp begging him to stop not to poz me. The sweat dripping off his brow the room filled with the sweaty scent of two pigs finally doing what they were bred for. It’s kind of a long story so let’s start at the beginning. Years before…. I had come out of yet another long boring relationship, another relationship in which I ended up self-sabotaging to get out off and become single again only to get drunk fuck around make a few mistakes and within another short time find myself in another relationship. Before my latest mistake which is how I ended up with my true master and cheating on my bf of 5 years, I was meeting my master. My master and I had been talking for years and I mean we had been talking since I was in high school and although our paths never crossed we would see each other online and talk and reconnect and it just felt so right but either he or I was in a relationship when the other wasn’t. So fast forward a few years and finally he is single and so am I. We talk online for about a week and make a meeting for Friday night. He walks inside and we just smile at each other and it was on, we started out kissing and moved our way into the bedroom he laid me on my back and ripped my pants off as he yanked his down. It was so fucking hot with the warm weather we were both sweating like pigs and dripping the bed sheets getting soaked. He forced my legs apart and without a question about rubbers he spat on his cock and rammed inside me. Now im no starter to getting fucked but my previous bf’s have been small endowed and I could easily take them, now my master he is thick and long and fuck me I yelped he got balls deep and I just thrashed about on the bed staring into his dark eyes as he continued to fuck me. Making his grunting noises as I stayed under him helpless and not in control. Grunting as he thrusts deep into me I whine as he tells me to fucking take his cock. Staring directly at me as he grinds his hips and forces his cock deeper inside me. He started fucking me harder his hands on my hips, my legs over his shoulders his face above mine dripping sweat onto me. I squeeze my arse down on his cock. It was a good hard deep thrust fuck for a few mins then suddenly, I yelped and his eyes widened I freaked out as he hit my second opening. “FUCK OWWW PULL OUT” I scream the sudden intrusion of pain I have NEVER felt before my head was spinning my body started convulsing I tried to pull away but my master held me tight and continued fucking me harder. Not speaking to me he just grins and fucks harder and holds me tighter and thrusts deeper hitting that spot over and over, my body trembling as I arch my back I start shaking sweating faster I start whimpering and whining my master fuckign harder trying to keep his dick inside me as I try to pull away moaning like a cheap whore. Suddenly my master throws his head back and growls as he unloads into me and I can feel my insides twisting and convulsing into knots as I swear I feel his cock unload his neg juice inside my neg cunt. I jump up and my back arches as I shake my guts churning as I look up at my sexy master and see him grinning as I tell him what’s happening. He gets this confused look and asks if I have never had an internal orgasm and I instantly curl up into a ball and shake uncontrollably as he lays behinds me and fingers my sloppy arse as I yelp out and throw my legs out as I nearly kick him in his nuts. I couldn’t believe it I HAVE NEVER felt this before it was amazing my whole body was on fire and it only intensified every time my master touched me. In the end I had to push him away to calm down. It was amazing it felt like my first time and the look of satisfaction on his face was an immense turn on. Finally, after coming down from my first real orgasm ever we just laid there and looked at each other. At the time I smoked and so did he so we went outside on the balcony in all our glory and just stood out there and smoked. And that was our first meet physically and emotionally we connected and bonded straight away. My only regret is that I just wish we spoke and communicated what exactly we were both really wanting. It could have saved us a lot of heartbreak. More to come If anyone finds this interesting I will post the next story. This is all true and whilst it starts off with both of us NEG it does digress unto our true calling of being poz pigs. The photo attached is off our first meeting and breeding....

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Part 36 - Gym Muscle Daddy It had been a crappy day at work and it didn’t look like the next few were going to be any better. Mark sent a message to Eric asking what time he would be home and Eric replied “8:30-9.” “Damn”, Mark muttered and he decided to hit the gym. It had been a few days since Eric and him had tag teamed a Craigslist hookup and he was horny again. A quick workout and he could scope the guys and maybe get lucky. He got to the gym and went to change. The locker room was deserted which was an ominous start. He put his jockstrap on, then his gym shorts and finally a sleeveless t-shirt. He headed out and started his usual routine and looked around to see who was there that might have a willing hole. There were only a few guys around and none of them turned Mark on. Mark finished his workout and decided to hit the sauna for a few minutes before going home. He walked through the weight lifting room to get to the sauna, a shortcut he usually avoided since the steroid enhanced bodybuilders that usually were there he found annoying, arrogant and just jerks. He was surprised when there was only one guy there pumping iron. Mark checked him out, just like he usually did, and was pleasantly surprised. The guy was nicely muscled but was missing the thick neck and roid look. He seemed to be half way between muscle cub and muscle daddy, with a nice pelt of fur on his chest poking out of his tank top and a full but trimmed beard and closely cropped hair. He wasn’t the type of guy that Mark usually looked for, but he still considered handsome. As Mark got closer the guy said in a sexy, deep voice “Hey, bud. Can you spot me for my last set? I can’t believe no one is here.” Mark walked over and waited as the guy added another pair of weights on the bar and then spotted him as he did his set. When he was finished the guy said “Thanks, I really appreciate it. I’m Vince, by the way.” Mark replied “No problem, Vince. I’m Mark. See you around” and Mark headed back to the sauna. He grabbed a towel and took his clothes off, putting them in his locker and went in to the men’s sauna. He was the only one there and found a spot near the back and sat down on his towel, naked. He zoned out, trying to relax from the stress at work and heard the door open. He kept his eyes closed and heard someone come near and sit down somewhere close. He opened his eyes and saw the guy from the weight room. He looked even better naked and Mark tried to look him over without being too obvious. “Thanks again for spotting me. I like it when this place is quiet but today its deserted” Vince said. “Yeah, they must be giving away free donuts down the street or something” Mark joked and he heard Vince laugh. There was a pause and then Vince said “I haven’t seen you here before and I think I would have remembered you.” Mark laughed to himself as he thought “this guy is trying to pick me up.” “Yeah, this is not my normal time to work out, but I had a rough day at work and my partner won’t be home until late so I thought I’d get a workout in.” “Oh, you have a partner…” Vince started to say and Mark quickly said “its an open relationship” and gave him a wink. Vince smiled and moved a little closer to Mark who turned a bit to get a better look. Vince put his hand on Mark’s leg and began to rub it. Mark’s cock reacted and soon was getting stiff. Vince moved his hand from Mark’s leg to his cock and began to stroke it while looking at Mark’s face to see his reaction. Mark was a little surprised, since he initially thought the guy was a top, but enjoyed the handjob. Getting no resistance from Mark, Vince went down and started to suck Mark’s cock. Hearing no comment about the piercing, Mark assumed Vince had seen and swallowed them before. Vince sucked him really well, giving attention to every square millimeter of his cock and balls. Mark’s cock was leaking precum and Vince was edging him perfectly. Finally, Vince pulled off his cock, looked up at Mark and asked “Do you have a condom?” Mark could feel his cock soften almost immediately. “No, I don’t. I never use them” Mark replied. “Oh, I only play safe” Vince answered. “Sorry” Mark replied and got up. As he walked towards the locker room his balls ached and needed a release, but Mark had been in that situation before and knew he would get to drop his load in someone soon. He headed to the showers and picked the large one in the corner away from the others. He figured he could rub one out and get some relief. Mark pulled back the curtain and was about to step in when Vince walked up quickly behind him and said “I really need to get fucked bad and your cock is amazing. Can we still fuck?” “Its gotta be bare” Mark said. He could see Vince trying to decide and after several seconds he said “Uh, ok. But don’t cum in me.” Mark smiled and said “No guarantees, I can’t always pull out in time” knowing he had no intention of pulling out at all. Vince nodded and joined Mark in the shower. Mark closed the curtain and pushed Vince to the wall and went to his knees and started to rim his furry ass. Mark loved the thick hair on his ass cheeks and the hair around his hole. It gave him something to feast on and inhale the sweaty man scent from. He slicked up the hole with spit and then forced some spit inside. His tongue and finger warmed up Vince’s hole and he could tell that the guy would do anything to get his cock inside him. He stood up and played with his cock against Vince’s hungry pussy, hearing him moan quietly. Mark pushed in and felt the tightness begin to fade and his bare cock slowly entered Vince’s safe-only hole. Slow, short thrusts got longer as he got his raw, poz cock got deeper into Vince’s ass. Mark reached around and pulled the muscled stud against his body as he pounded his hole harder. “Doesn’t that feel better than a covered cock?” Mark said quietly into his ear. Vince just moaned louder. “Say it” Mark demanded and heard him say “oh my god yeah, it feels so much better.” Mark knew the longer they fucked the better chance they had of getting caught and he knew too well how they dealt with shower sex in the gym. He fucked faster and was drilling into Vince’s hole, the shower water barely covering the sounds of his body slapping into Vince’s firm butt and thighs. “I’m getting close. That ass feels so good around my cock” Mark said into Vince’s ear. “oh god yes, so am I” Vince said and Mark knew he had him where he wanted him. Mark rammed in harder, feeling the piercing and the head of his cock nudge Vince’s prostate each time until he felt Vince begin to shoot his load. The orgasms caused Vince’s ass to clamp down on Mark’s cock and milk it. It was no longer Mark’s fault that he bred Vince, Vince’s own orgasm betrayed him and got his ass filled with toxic seed. Mark planted his cock deep inside Vince’s hole and shot several spurts of his infected cum into Mr. Safe Sex. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry. It felt so amazing I couldn’t prevent myself from cumming” Vince said as both of them stood there recovering from their orgasms. Mark replied “Yeah, you came before I could pull out. Your ass clamped down on my cock and I filled your ass with my load,” Vince pulled off, embarrassed, and quickly walked out of the shower back to his locker. Mark finished his shower and then went back and changed clothes. He tossed the towel into the bin and headed towards the front door. He almost made it when the guy at the front desk whistled at him and he knew he had been busted again. Mark turned and walked to the front desk where the attendant said “You know the rules, Mark. Cough it up. Mark opened his wallet and pulled out a twenty and handed the bribe over to the smiling attendant. “Hope he was good” the attendant said as Mark finally got to the door. A couple days later Mark sat in his car after work. The last three days had been stress filled disasters. Nothing seemed to be going right at work. He texted Eric asking what they were doing that night. Eric replied he had to work a bit late, but he wanted to hit the gym since he hadn’t been all week. Mark told him that he would go too and Eric could meet him there. Mark got to the gym and changed into his usual workout gear and headed off to start his regular workout routine. The gym was busier than it was the last time he was here, but it was still pretty empty. He had no idea when Eric would finally show up, so he took his time with his workout. He decided to take a break when he finished and spend some time in the sauna. He went to take the shortcut through the weight room and saw through the window Vince working out inside. Mark smiled to himself and walked in and as he got near said “Hi Vince” and kept walking. He heard a faint “Hi” back. “Fucker doesn’t even remember the name of the guy that bred him a few days ago” thought Mark. Mark put his workout gear in his locker and grabbed a towel before going into the sauna. Mark sat in the same place as last time. There were a couple other guys in the sauna this time, over on another wall and talking to each other. Mark sat there on his towel, naked, and enjoyed the relaxing steam. He heard the door open and looked, seeing the other two guys leave. He closed his eyes again and about a minute later, the door opened again. He cracked his eyes open and saw Vince walking towards him. Vince sat down next to him and didn’t say anything for a few minutes and then told Mark “Sorry about running out like that last time. I was kinda embarrassed. I don’t do things like that with guys I don’t know.” “Hehe, yeah. Thats what I guessed. Don’t worry” Mark said. “It was fuckin’ hot though. Thanks” Vince said. “Yeah, I enjoyed it too” replied Mark. They stood there in silence for a little while and then Vince reached over and stroked Mark’s cock, feeling it get harder in his hand. Vince got up and kneeled in front of Mark and started to suck his cock. Vince was taking the whole shaft into his mouth and throat, playing with the piercing with his tongue and licking up from the base to the tip. “He likes it if you play with his balls while you suck” Eric said, standing right behind Vince. He had snuck in quietly and found Mark exactly where he expected him to be. Vince froze. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he was very vulnerable in the position he was in. He didn’t think it was someone from the gym staff busting them, but an angry husband/partner was a good possibility. “Don’t stop. I like watching him get sucked” Eric said as he got on his knees and pushed his face into Vince’s hairy ass. He smelled the musk and licked the sweat and zeroed in on his tight ring. Vince gasped before swallowing down on Mark’s cock again, this time fondling his large balls at the same time. Mark looked down at his partner feasting on Vince’s pussy and remembered he hadn’t told Eric about his rendezvous with Vince the other day. When Mark saw Eric lean back and prepare to fuck Vince, he said “We’re gonna have to go somewhere if things go any further. I already had to pay a fine for our fun the other night, Vince.” Eric looked at Mark with a grin and Vince leaned back and looked surprised. “Oh, sorry. Uh, my apartment is a couple blocks from here” offered Vince. Mark nodded and said “Cool, then we don’t have to rush it.” The three went into the locker room and put their clothes on, skipping a shower and leaving with the sweat from the sauna on their bodies. They walked over to Vince’s apartment with few words spoken. Once inside the apartment, the three were tearing each other’s clothes off until they all stood there naked. Vince pushed the coffee table aside and Mark sat down. Vince was on his knees in a hurry and started to bring Mark’s cock back to life. Eric went back to rimming Vince’s hole. Eric, satisfied that Vince’s hole was lubed enough with spit, got up again and looked at Mark, hoping he wouldn’t stop him this time. Mark looked at Eric and smiled, wondering if Vince would bring up condoms again. Eric rubbed his cock against Vince’s pucker and heard Vince moan around Mark’s cock. Eric added some pressure and felt Vince’s hole start to open and he entered the muscle daddy’s tight pussy. Mark put his hands on the back of Vince’s head, hoping to prevent him from speaking and watched Eric start to fuck Vince. 

Vince didnt put up any fight and seemed to be enjoying Eric’s bare cock inside him. Eric got a good tempo going and felt the hole open up and then get sloppy from his toxic precum. Vince started to work his ass on Eric’s cock, milking it or just gripping it hard. Eric’s thrusts got harder and he really was pounding Vince’s cunt. Vince wasnt slowing down on Mark’s cock either and Mark was afraid he was going to waste his load in Vince’s mouth. Mark saw Eric change his fuck style and knew he would be breeding Vince very soon. He knew the grunts and the stabs from Eric’s cock well and counted down until the moment he would shoot. “Three… two… one… BAM!” Mark said and Eric started to shoot his viral cum just as Mark said “BAM”. He knew Eric hadn’t shot a load in several days and while he had hoped his ass was the one that was going to get it, but Mark thought that Vince could use it even more. Vince let out a loud moan around Mark’s cock and then slowly pulled free of the shaft. “OH FUCK!!!! That feels so good” Vince said as the spurts from Eric’s cock slowed. Mark got up and moved around to Vince’s ass and Eric took Mark’s spot on the couch. Vince started to suck and clean Eric’s cock and Mark slid his cock into the freshly poz bred hole. He fucked rougher than Eric and wanted to make sure that his piercing did as much damage as it could to Vince’s fuck chute. Vince’s moans from Eric’s fuck were now groans while Mark pounded his ass. Mark had already been close to cumming from Vince’s sucking and was trying to delay the inevitable, but it only took several minutes before he was depositing his virus laced cum into Vince’s cunt. Vince pulled off of Eric’s cock and was grinning from ear to ear. “Damn that was so hot. I love feeling your cum inside me.” Vince said. Mark looked at him curiously. “Last time you wanted a condom fuck. What happened?” “After you fucked me last time I realized how much better a raw fuck was. I met a bud last night that had been wanting to fuck me raw for years and he fuckin bred me three times. I’m hooked on it, I guess” Vince said. Eric looked at Vince and asked “Are you a bottom or vers?” “Mostly bottom, but I fuck sometimes” answered Vince. Eric pulled his legs up and exposed his hole over the edge of the couch. “Like now?” asked Eric. Vince moved closer and rubbed his dripping hard cock over Eric’s pussy. He pushed in and felt the warm, slick hole surround his cock. Eric had taken a load from one of his assistants at work just before he headed to the gym, and the virally enhanced cum had been stewing in his hole since then. Vince fucked awkwardly into Eric’s hole, his cock coated with poz cum. It only took a few minutes of slow fucking before he pushed in and felt the cum shoot from his cock into Eric’s colon. He pulled out and Mark pushed Vince on to his back on the floor and sucked all the cum from Vince’s cock and balls. Mark and Eric got up and put their clothes back on. They thanked Vince for the good fuck and headed back to the gym. “You’re getting pretty good at getting those safe-only guys to take bare poz cock, Mark” Eric said as they walked back to their cars. “I guess I’m just that good of a fuck” Mark said laughing.

4. "That was never a question," TJ said. "Of course he's going to take it all. Just shove it in. He's gonna have to get used to it anyway." The stranger pushed harder, forcing several more inches of his fat rod into my ass. I struggled to accommodate him. His cock was thicker than I expected, and my hole was screaming for relief. "Oh yeah," the stranger said. He pulled his cock out slightly, teasing me with the prospect of relief, before pushing it back in even deeper. TJ handed me a bottle of poppers. I unscrewed the cap and I inhaled, like a drowning man to a life ring. Even so, the long seconds it took the poppers to hit me felt more like an entire lifetime. Each moment was an eternity as the stranger opened me up and filled me with his cock. Finally, the warm waves of poppers started to wash over me. The angry pain from his penetration abated and I started to feel the pleasure of getting fucked. He had a beautiful cock and it was hard and stiff and erect. The stranger was not afraid to use it to its full potential. He stabbed it in me, deep, lancing strokes that left little doubt about who was the top and who was the bottom. "First fuck of the night?" TJ asked. "Yeah," the stranger said. "Need to get my head clear." "Found the right place," TJ said. He handed the stranger the pipe again. The stranger casually pushed his dick deeper into me. It was a minor move for him, but left me gasping. "Take it like you're supposed to," TJ told me. He reached under and squeezed my balls. It was nothing compared to what he had done at the glory holes, but it was still more than I had ever bargained for. "Oh fuck yeah," the stranger said. "Fucking milk that dick." As TJ squeezed my balls, I clenched up. I realized that included my ass as well. "Tighten that hole." "Wanna feel something really good?" TJ asked. "Hell yeah," the stranger said. "Hit that pipe, and you'll find out," TJ replied. I heard the hiss of the torch and just barely, over the non-stop dance music, the sound of the stranger inhaling from the glass pipe. "Don't take a pussy hit," TJ said. "Better not," the stranger said. He exhaled his hit; if that was a pussy hit, I didn't want to see what a real hit was. From him alone, the room had gotten noticeably cloudier. "One more." "Make it good," TJ said. "And hold it until I tell you." The torched hissed again. This hit was longer. "That's it," TJ said, encouraging him. The stranger had slowed down fucking me; the strokes were deep and steady. I took the opportunity to do another hit from the brown bottle. This was clearly only a brief respite from his fucking. "Yeah, Mark," TJ said. "Good hit from the poppers for you." TJ turned his attention back to the stranger. "Good hit?" "Mm-hm," he muttered. He let the torch go out, and inhaled the last of the thick clouds. "Hold it until I tell you," TJ said. He still had a hand wrapped around my balls, but mercifully, had stopped squeezing. "Cool?" The stranger must have nodded because for a few moments, there was just the noise from the club; a man grunting in pleasure a few rooms over, and the music. "And you, Mark," TJ continued. "You do a good hit from your poppers." The few short hours I had been around TJ were more than enough for me to learn that I needed to follow instructions. I inhaled deeply from the brown bottle, letting the familiar chemical scent fill my lungs. It would take a few seconds before I felt the effect, but the anticipation was already pushing me forward. "That's it," TJ said. "Nice hit of poppers. And hold it as well." I held the hit. I thought it would be just a few seconds, but time stretched out. With my head in the clouds, it was hard to tell what was a second, a minute or an hour, so I just allowed the stranger to pound my hole as I let the poppers launch me further into the dark spaces of sex. "That's good," TJ said. "Now, Mark, you exhale. And now," he continued, turning to the stranger. "You exhale." I looked back just in time to see the clouds start to emerge. But, at that moment, TJ clenched his fist around my balls, squeezing as tight as ever. I gasped in pain as the torture spread across my body. "FUCK YEAH," the stranger grunted and slammed his cock deep into me. "MILK MY DICK," he continued. I was still gasping for breath even as TJ was tightening his grip around my balls. "That's it," he mumbled, now totally lost in the pleasure of fucking me. "Take my dick. Make it feel good. Fucking dripping in you." "Yeah," TJ said. "That's your hole to use." I was still gasping, contorting my body to find relief. But, around the two fixed points of TJ's hand on my balls and the stranger's cock in my ass, there was no way to make it any better. "And it sounds like Mark's having fun too." I shook my head, hoping that TJ would see and soften his grip. "Careful what you wish for," TJ said to me, then released his hold. I thought the relief would be quick and decisive. But TJ's warning was accurate. As the blood rushed back into my balls, the pain only got more intense. Not only that, the stranger was slamming his cock into me. Every bit of his thick, dark brown cock is sliding up and down, along my asshole, and coating me with his thick Latino pre-cum. "Maybe a break," I managed to mutter. I wanted a minute to sit down and clear my head. I wanted to think about what it meant to have taken a Hispanic cock up my ass. I wanted to have fun, yes, but I needed to find something cleaner. Something better. Under the influence of the drugs, my mind was racing jumping from thought to thought. Maybe a hot white guy would fuck me. A clean white cock, sliding up my ass. That would be good. That would be the right thing for an Aryan like me. But suddenly, my mind was focused. The pain had returned, and it gave me everything I was able to think about. "No," TJ said. "I don't think so." He stopped squeezing my balls, but the pain was still just as intense. "My man here. Getting so close to giving you his nutt. You're going to take it." He gently stroked my balls. They were tender and sore from his abuse. "Now, he's gonna do another hit of Miss Tina, you're gonna do a big huff of your poppers, I'm gonna fucking squeeze hard, and god damn, magic's gonna happen." The stranger laughed. "Fuck yeah," he said. "Fucking magic." I swallowed, hard. "Magic," I said, and unscrewed the top of the poppers. Sometimes, inhaling poppers seems to take hours, each moment a bit of pleasure. Unfortunately, this time, it seemed like only a brief second of relief. The stranger was hitting the pipe again, and TJ adjusted his grip on my balls. The two of them were gearing up for a battle, and unfortunately, my hole was the enemy to be defeated. "Hold it," TJ said, to both of us. As commanded, I held my breath, anxiously waiting for the inevitable squeeze of TJ's hand around my tender ball sack. This must be how a condemned man felt waiting for his execution. "Good?" TJ asked the stranger. "Hell yeah," he said, exhaling his hit. Even before the stranger finished his utterance, TJ tightened his grip, harder than before. The pain shot out from my groin, across my stomach and through my chest. I gasped, exhaling the poppers, and clenched my muscles. "Oh, FUCK YES," the stranger grunted, slamming his cock into my now tight, clenched hole. "Use him. Breed him," TJ said, now pulling my balls as well. I was in my own hell. The poppers and drugs were not helping the white pain in my balls. If anything, they were making it worse. "Take my fucking cock," the stranger grunted, slamming his steel shaft into my tender hole. "Take every fucking inch." "Come on," TJ muttered. "Breed him good." "FUCK," the stranger exclaimed, sinking his dick into me one last time. Even through the clouds of drugs and pain, I felt his shaft throb and the spurt of his Latino cum shoot into my hungry hole. "Take it, faggot," the stranger grunted as another jet coated my guts. "Fuck yeah," TJ said. "Breed that white hole." He squeezed my balls once more, and I responded by clenching my ass. "Milk his brown dick." "GOD DAMN," the stranger said, as several more spurts of thick cum landed inside of me. "That's what I fucking needed." His breath was rapid and deep, as he pushed his dick back into me one last time. I felt it push the load deeper into my hole. The last few drops of cum dribbled out as he recovered from the intensity of his orgasm. "Good start to the night, huh?" TJ said. He had finally released his grip on my balls. I was panting, trying to focus and keep my mind from launching off into a hundred different directions. "Hell yeah," the stranger replied. His cock was starting to soften, and he pulled it out. "Gonna be hard to beat that hole," he said, giving my ass a slap. All I could think of was how I was suddenly empty and how badly I needed a dick back in me. The stranger got off the bed, and quickly wrapped his towel back around his waist. "Thanks," he said to TJ. "That was just what I needed." "No problem," TJ said. With that, the stranger went into the dark hall, leaving TJ and I alone in the room. "Bet you need another dick up there, don't you?" TJ said to me. I was still in a daze, my balls aching and the stranger's load slowly soaking into my body. Involuntarily, I nodded in agreement. "I know your type," TJ said, as he sat down on the bed, and leaned back. "Why don't you give my dick some mouth love," he said. I turned around and got in a better position; I was between his muscular black legs, on my knees, my face right in his groin and my ass up in the air. As I got into position, I realized that my ass was facing the door; anyone walking by could see my used hole, but I wouldn't be able to see them. I looked up at TJ. "Yeah," he said. "You're gonna get fucked by whoever walks by." He put his hand on the back of my head, and pressed me down onto my cock. "Now, take care of my dick." I didn't have an option. I opened my mouth and let his black shaft penetrate me. I always had doubts about taking dick like I did. It was perhaps the penultimate betrayal of my race, and now I had gone and done the last and final betrayal. But yet, it felt strangely natural, almost easy to be sucking on TJ's black shaft. Although, it was only easy in a mental sense. The size and weight of his shaft presented obvious physical challenges to sucking him off. But I did my best, opening my mouth wide and slowly working his engorged cockhead into my mouth. "That's it, faggot," he said. "Fucking make my dick feel good. That's what you're here for." Even though I understood the words all too perfectly, I still found some comfort in them. They meant that for the next few minutes, I didn't have to make decisions. I didn't have to worry about what I was doing, and could revel in the cock in front of me. It didn't matter that the man I was sucking off was a nigger. It didn't matter I had just let a brown nigger cum in my hole. All that mattered was the dick in front of me. I could enjoy a brief moment of color blindness, and convince myself it was just a dick, neither black nor brown nor white. Right as TJ's shaft started to tickle the back of my throat, he shifted slightly. "Like what you see?" he said, directed at someone obviously standing in the doorway. "Fuck yeah," another voice said. I started to turn to see who was there, but TJ put his hand back on my head and held me in place. He leaned in to my head. "Stay on my dick, faggot. I didn't tell you to stop." I stopped trying to look, and instead swallowed slightly. It was just enough for his dickhead to slide into my throat. "Oh yeah," TJ moaned, then returned his attention to the new stranger. "He's lubed and ready," he said. The stranger stepped over to me. He pressed his unfamiliar fingers against my ass. They were callused, like he had spent years working outdoors, and thick. I wondered if it was a preview of what his cock was like. "Fuck yeah. Bareback?" the stranger asked. "Of course. Breed him," TJ said. He leaned into me. "Do a hit of your poppers. Then take both of us. I want you to go all the way down on my dick." I nodded, and held the bottle under my nose. I inhaled deeply, hoping the warmth of the drugs would help me not mind what I was about to do. As I inhaled, I could feel the stranger line his cock up with my hole. I could tell the stranger was uncut. His dick was definitely hard, but there was the unusual softness to it as well that was the hallmark of a foreskin. I had always been fascinated by uncut guys, ever since my father told me how the Germans never circumcised their sons. I wondered if I was getting fucked by a German man. "Ready?" the new stranger asked. I put down the poppers and screwed the top back on. I nodded; my mouth was already full of TJ's cock, and I wasn't able to say anything other than a muffled grunt of pleasure. "He's always ready," TJ said, answering for me. "By the way, I'm TJ." "I'm Jose," the stranger that I now knew as Jose replied. I also realized he had a thick Mexican accent. I had my throat filled with a black cock, and was seconds away from getting my ass filled by another Latino dick. "Oh yeah," he grunted as he pushed his dick into my ass. As his shaft slid into me, his foreskin peeled back, exposing his hard cockhead to my ass. I wondered if he could feel how well-used it already was and if he would care. "Use it," TJ grunted, as I shifted slightly to accommodate Jose's dick. Like his fingers, his dick was thick and meaty. It wasn't as long as the first stranger, but it was a lot thicker. My ass was getting slowly stretched out; I wondered what it would be like when TJ finally fucked me. "Right on," Jose said. "Damn nice hole." He had gone from zero to full-on in just a few seconds, and was now pistoning in and out of me. As he got in deeper, he must have felt the load already up there. "He already been bred?" "Yeah," TJ said. "And swallowed a few loads too." "Fucking slut," Jose muttered under his breath. He was slamming his cock into me, each stroke pushing his brown dick deeper in my guts. "Fucking dirty slut," he muttered. I realized he was getting close. "Cum hungry slut." "Breed him," TJ said. "That's what he needs. What he deserves." "Fuck," Jose grunted, and pushed his cock into me. His orgasm wasn't a sudden explosion of cum, but rather a long steady dribble of his thick spooge. Rather than injecting it deep into me, he used every inch in diameter of his dick to spread his seed all over my ass. Like a white washer, he coated me with his hot Latin cum. "Thanks man," he said, as he pulled out. Before I even realized what had happened, he had wrapped the towel back around his waist, and had left the room. "You ever see him?" TJ asked, as the door rebounded off the frame, coming to rest about a third open. His dick was still deep in my throat, so all I could do was shake my head back and forth. "Damn, that's hot," TJ said. "You taking some thick Mexican cock there, and never even get to see who it was." I focused on the cock buried in my throat. Gagging on the shaft was, honestly, easier than thinking about anything that had happened to me over the past few hours, including two Latinos fucking my hole and injecting their cum into me. I tried to look around, but between TJ's cock in my throat and his hand on my head, it was hard to move my head. "Don't worry," TJ said. "All you need to think about is my cock." He pushed me down further on his shaft and I had to force myself not to gag. I did what TJ told me to do, and concentrated on giving him the best head he had ever had. There were a few satisfied moans from the black man as I worked my way closer to the base of this dick. "Come on in," TJ said after a few minutes. I realized that the door was still open. I wondered how many men had wandered by and seen me, white ass up the air, throat stuffed with nigger dick. "He gets fucked too?" the newest stranger asked. "Hell yeah," TJ said. "And you can put that away. He doesn't get fucked with a plastic bag." "Right on," the stranger said. I heard the crinkle of plastic as the stranger tossed a condom away. "He also taking part in that?" I was able to glance up just enough to see that TJ had picked up the glass pipe. "Yeah," TJ said. "You?" "Of course," the stranger said. "Just makes me pretty crazy." "Not a problem," TJ said. He handed over the pipe and torch. "That's just what Mark needs tonight." "I'm Demitri," the stranger said. The accent was hard to place, but it was thick, and it took me a moment to realize he had introduced himself. At least, like the previous guy, I knew his name. It would have been more difficult if he had been completely anonymous like the first one. "TJ," TJ said. "Nice name, Demitri. And a nice dick. Where are you from?" he continued. "Greece," Demitri replied. "Athens," he said. Demitri lit the torch and started to heat the bowl. As he waited for the crystal to melt and smoke, he lined his cock up with my hole. Like the previous two men, his dick was already hard and ready to fuck. Also like the previous two men, his dick was thick and uncut. "Fuck, that's what I need," Demitri said as he exhaled the hit. "Then do another," TJ said. "First things first," Demitri replied, and pushed his cock into me. There was barely any lube on his dick, but by that point, I hardly needed it. I had two thick loads already inside me. That was more than enough to grease Demitri's cock as it slid into my guts. "That's also what I needed," he said as his cock found a warm pool of cum buried in my ass. I grunted. Once more, I had no choice in the matter. I was going to take this dick, regardless of the length, width or color of the shaft. In the fog of the drugs, it didn't matter as much. I could feel how hard TJ's cock was, still deep in my mouth and throat, and Demitri's dick was just as stiff. It was clear that these men were having a good time, and that I was why they were enjoying themselves so much. It made the debasement a little bit better. "Fuck, this hole is nice," Demitri said. "I can feel the cum already up there." "You should add yours to the collection," TJ said. "Of course," Demitri said. "But there's something to do now." The torch hissed as he started to heat up the glass pipe. I wondered how much was left in the pipe. It was embarrassing to admit, but I didn't want to stop getting fucked. I hoped that there was enough left to keep Demitri happy. "Big hit," TJ said. "You definitely look like you need another one." Demitri was silent in response. I could just hear him sucking down on the pipe, letting his lungs fill up with the thick clouds. I wondered just how crazy he got when he was high. My mind raced at what he might want to do to me. I felt a slight twitch of my dick, as the blood started to flow after the booty bump. Of course, the blood was also flowing to my balls; they were still sore from TJ's attack. Hopefully, Demitri's definition of crazy did not involve ball abuse. "Damn, that's good shit," Demitri said. "Isn't it?" TJ replied. "My source is impeccable." The torch was hissing again. Demitri was doing a third hit. His dick was also sliding in and out of me. Each stroke pushed the accumulated spooge deeper into my me, making these men a permanent part of my body. TJ leaned down, his lips against my ear. He paused for a moment, then whispered, "Greek," he said. "Swarthy dark skin. Hairy. Another color for your collection." "Damn," Demitri said as he exhaled the third hit. It was thick; thick enough that I was worried the smoke detector might go off. "Here you go." "Barely can see it in the clouds," TJ said. "That's how you get your head in the game." He reached up and took the tools from Demitri. As soon as Demitri's hands were free, he grabbed my waist, and used the leverage to pound his dick into me. "Fuck him as hard as you want." "You know I will. Fucking destroy this ass." Although he had started slow, he was now pounding my ass with a tweaker's passion. He was living in the intense, pleasurable moment of the now, where the only thing that mattered was his own pleasure. Unfortunately for me, his most direct path to pleasure went right through ass. Or, as I was suddenly aware, my increasingly well-used ass. I had been a regular at the bathhouse for a while. But I had been relatively restrained, especially compared to the stories I read online. I'd smoke a bit of tina, get in the mood, then find two or three white, preppy guys to fuck me. That would be an entire night, and often part of the morning for me. However, an entire night of partying and playing had just been compressed into less than an hour, and the night showed no sign of ending. "It's here for you to use," TJ said. I pushed back against Demitri's cock, getting another inch or so of his shaft in my ass. The change in position also let me glance up at TJ. He had the glass pipe in his mouth, and was heating the bowl. "You need to get in the mood as well," Demitri said. "Looks like your dick can do some serious damage." "It can," TJ said, as he exhaled his hit. "Serious fun too." He started to suck on the pipe once more. The two men were egging each other on, pushing themselves ever higher. Despite the booty bump I had done, I wanted to join them. The tina was the only way I was able to understand the night. "Maybe one for him?" Demitri asked, slamming his cock into my hole. "The faggot?" TJ asked. "Sure." He grabbed my head and pulled me up. I was staring into his face; his eyes were wide and he was smiling; it was clear just how high he had gotten over the past few hours. "Ready, cocksucker?" he asked me. I nodded. I was enjoying the ability to breath normally again now that TJ's thick black shaft was no longer buried in my throat. "Yeah," I managed to croak. My throat was sore, and I worried that the tina clouds would only make it worse. "Good," TJ said. He stuck the pipe in my mouth and carefully held the torch under it, making sure not to burn himself or the drugs. "Big hit for me, faggot." "Fuck, that's hot," Demitri said. Mind of the exposed flame and the hot glass, he had slowed down his ass-pounding. But I was intensely aware of just how hard his cock was and each twitch and spasm as the pre-cum dripped out of him. "Fuck," he muttered again. "Don't stop," TJ said, forcing more of the drug on me. "It's turning Demitri on." "Hell yeah," Demitri muttered. There was a steady stream of pre-cum dripping from his dick, lubricating and magnifying even the smallest of his movements. "Fucking hot." "That's good," TJ said. "Now hold it until Demitri tells you to exhale." He smiled. He knew what he was saying and the fate it was condemning me to. "All yours," he said to Demitri. I braced myself against TJ's body. He was hot, with the glistening coating of sweat I expected from a tweaker in the middle of a meth session. As soon as I had steadied myself, Demitri attacked. He used all of his muscles to force his cock deeper into my ass. It was intense, and I had to focus to keep from exhaling the cloud. "God, this is good," Demitri said. "Feel every fucking raw inch of your hole. Fucking making it mine." "Pound it," TJ said. "Fucking pound it, breed it, and mark it as yours." Demitri executed TJ's demand perfectly, slamming his dick in and out of me. I gasped a few times, but mercifully, no clouds escaped. "Breed him." "Fuck yeah," Demitri said. "Oh fuck yeah." Each stroke had been noticeably more intense than the one before, and it was clear he was getting close. "Fuck man, show me that cloud." I was more than happy to oblige, and exhaled. The hit had been intense, and the cloud matched. "Hot fucking tweaker bottom. Taking my dick." He pulled out and just the tip remained in me. "Taking my load." He slammed back into my hole, and held it there. "Taking MY LOAD," he grunted, each word marked by a whole-body spasm that meant he was unloading his spooge into my hole. "TAKING MY LOAD," he said again, right as I exhaled the last of the cloud. I had taken another load from another ethnic stranger. "Oh damn," Demitri said, as he collapsed on top of me. His chest was hairy, and it scraped against my back. "Fuck that was good," he said. "You cum in the faggot?" TJ asked. "Yeah," Demitri said. "Right on. That's what he needs." "Thanks for the clouds," Demitri said, as he pushed himself back up and pulled his cock from my ass. "And that sweet hole." I turned my head and finally got a look at him. Dark skin. Hairy chest. Glistening cock, still slightly hard. I wanted to get down on my knees and clean it off for him, but before I could, he wrapped a towel around it, and stepped back into the dark hallway. "You need another hit from the pipe," TJ said.

Part 3 Boys................. It was around 4:00 A.M. when we all eventually collapsed out of exhaustion, Sam, Chris, and Ethan having taken more poison cum from Don, Julian and me. Ethan and Sam had taken turns being fucked ragged by Don, but I had a particularly amazing fuck with Chris who was equal to Ethan when it came to his capacity for being ridden hard and rough. I took our session a bit further having choked Chris to the point where he was about to pass out. Amazingly he at not point put-up any defence. It was clear to me at some point this weekend the three boys would be ripe for some suffering. As I drifted off to sleep Chris was snuggled by my side, Don and Sam were sleeping soundly together and Ethan kissing Julian and stroking his naked torso. I awoke in the morning to the sensation of hand stroking my morning wood. Although my head was quite foggy I nevertheless had a good idea with whom I was sleeping, and, as I anticipated, Chris was stroking my cock, a smile on his lips - lips that required me to kiss them, which was fine with Chris. Although Chris made it clear he wanted to feel my cock inside him for another round, I had a burning need to feel cock myself so whispered to him to lick me out and fuck me. He grinned in pleasure, slid down on the mattress so he could lift my legs, holding them immobile as he orally explored my hole as he also stroked my cock. I lay passive, enjoying the pleasures of a teenager’s tongue exciting my anal senses. The other guys hadn’t yet awoken but, when Chris plunged his manhood into my cunt, I made some fairly audible responses gradually roused the other guys. Chris had been fucking me for no more than five minutes, leaning in to kiss me when the doorbell went. Chris stopped mid fuck and looked at me. The large TV screen automatically flicked on and the security camera outside the front door showed the visitor to be the postman. Smiling, I looked over at my nephew, asking "Ethan baby, can you get the door for me? It’s Josh, the postman." Glancing at the screen Ethan remarked "What a fuckin' cutie," and, shooting a grin to no one and everyone, he stepped out of the room stark naked, and opening the front door to find Josh, who was preoccupied with sorting the various letters in his hand, didn't register Ethan was au naturel. “Morning Mr. A, nice day. I have a few letters that need a signatur…….” He broke off in mid-sentence as he took in my beautifully naked nephew standing before him wearing nothing but a sexy grin. “OH er...erm..sorry I was expecting Mr Anders” Josh blustered, slowly turning red. “He’s my Uncle” Ethan replied, “But he’s a bit…er…busy at the moment, can I help?” he asked seeing close up, Josh was very cute and in his 20’s. Because it was a hot day he wore post office regulation shorts and a blue short sleeve shirt that showed he was athletically built. He wore a stubbly beard with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. His left arm had a full length tattoo down to his wrist which Ethan noticed, “Sweet inking, mate,” Ethan offered. Josh gulped, still staring at Ethan’s naked sexiness, “Er oh yeah thanks” he managed to reply. “You’ve got some ink on your finger” Ethan said grabbing his hand and pulling it towards him. Josh didn’t say a word but let his hand be taken and seeing a black smudge on his index finger, Ethan extended it and then placed it to his lips and sucked it while all the time watching Josh who simply stared back into Ethan’s eyes. Ethan licked his finger clean and let it go. By now Josh had regained some composure, commanding Ethan "Turn around." Ethan broadly smiled, turning to face the wall. Josh Josh came into the hall and we could all see he moved up behind Ethan and ran his hand up Ethan’s inside leg to his crack. Josh pulled his fingers back to his mouth and Ethan turning saw Josh lick them clean, remarking “Mmm, I don’t know how many loads you’ve got up there but the cum sure tastes hot,” he commented. “Do you want to come in? I’m sure my Uncle can sign for those,” Ethan said grinning back. Josh shut the door and he and Ethan walked off screen just as it switched off again. Chris was still inside me having just watched his boyfriend with Josh, as indeed we all had. Ethan came in first followed by the postman who took in the debauchery in the room with a huge dirty smile growing wider as he saw Chris fucking me. “Hey Mr A. Sweet” he replied. “Hey Josh, introductions later,” I responded, muffling a grunt as Chris bottomed-out in my hole. Josh didn’t need to be asked twice but took Ethan into his arms, embracing him with a hard kiss. Don and Julian were making out while Sam was servicing both their cocks. And so the morning continued with Josh getting a long hard blow job from my nephew before turning him around and riding him doggy in the centre of the room. Josh was well built and his tattoos weren’t just confined to his arm as they stretched and flexed over his back while he got energetic with Ethan. Chris came hard in me but I made him lick out his load and share it, something he had never done before, but enjoyed very much. Sam was getting a spit roast with the poison cock of Don inside his hole and after a while his deep voice growled out to the young slut, “Tell me you want me to breed your cunt." “Breed me sir,” returned Sam’s quick whimper, his speach impeded Don's cock which was ravaging in Sam's cunt and Julian’s cock which was balls-deep in Sam's throat. Chris lay on me again watching his younger brother and boyfriend getting bred, quietly asking “Is Josh poz?” Smiling I rhetorically asked “How do you think I know him?” “You also pozzed him?” he asked. “Yes, and he begged me for all of my deadly sperm,” I answered, separating Chris’ cheeks apart and resting my hard cock in his crack, “Just as you did,” I groaned. Chris helped guide my cock to his hole, “Breed me again master” he whispered. I rode Chris in several positions, slapping his ass and raping him hard before biting down on his neck and making him yell out as I pumped another load in him. Josh, meanwhile, had been welcomed by all. Initially he took to Julian and Sam, then he helped double fucking the teenager while Don ate out Ethan’s sloppy ass. Afterwards Don again fucked Ethan. The fucking continued most of the morning before I called time and made some coffee. “Boy, a word if you please,” I asked of Ethan, Chris and Sam. Josh was dressing, and lest he get away without hearing of my plans, I called him over saying “You too, Josh, if you don’t mind." Josh didn't mind. “Guys, we're having a little soirée this evening for some clients of ours,” nodding at Don and Julian. "We are wondering if you guys would mind helping us out?" I had four grinning faces before me as they’d all jumped straight into the gutter, which was partly true of my intentions. Ethan asked "What would you need us to do, Uncle?” “Well, we need a few guys to help serve drinks and, generally (and frankly) to serve eye candy for the evening.” “What sort of evening is it Mr A?” asked Josh. “Well I guess that depends how it goes, but let’s just say the men coming are very important and very, very broadminded,” I answered, returning Josh's smile, and giving a discrete wink to Don, who had caught my eye when he sniggered to himself. This was in part true, the clients were in fact new potential distributors for the porn company and after many drinks were very partial to fucking the hired help. “You’ll all be paid of course. Five hundred pounds each for the night” I offered. All four agreed straight away. “There’ll be a couple of other guys helping out too but since you three are staying with me anyway, I thought you’d like something to do on Saturday night” I said nodding at Ethan, Chris and Sam. Josh seemed very keen anyway. “Er Mr A., would these clients be anything to do with the porn company you own?” he asked smiling at me. The three teenagers looked at Josh, then at each other. Their grins got even wider. "Uncle. have you been holding out on me?” Ethan asked. “They are yes Josh,” I replied, “Don is CEO of BoyToys and Julian is Art Director” I said answering Ethan. “Fuck, we watch those movies”, Sam said to Chris. “Wait don’t they do hardcore breeding scenes?” Chris asked realising. “Yeah they do,” Don chimed in, “And tonight there’ll be some distributors we want to sell to in new markets who only want very dirty hardcore breeding so we need to make a good impression.” He finished. “Sweet” Ethan said. “So guys you in?” I asked. “FUCK YEAH” came back at me simultaneously from the four of them. The party was still being set up when we arrived in the water front studios. The building looked quite run down from the outside but was modern inside and we’d be using the studio itself which was laid out as a bedroom with huge bed in the middle of the space with big chairs and solid looking fucking height tables all around and all designed for the porn made there. The four lads were excited by the prospect. Ethan had been a flee in my ear all day about how he’d love to make porn. Like I hadn’t seen that one coming, especially with Don saying how much money we’d make with the three of them, “Look at them” He said to me, “And brothers too”. Two of the studios porn actors were also helping out this evening and we introduced them to Ethan, Chris, Sam and Josh. “This is Jermaine and Ben” Don said. Jermaine was 20, black, 6ft4, physically very impressive and very cute with one stud in his left ear. Ben was 19, sandy haired, glasses, slimmer’s build but a lovely smile and sexy ass. Julian came over and took over the arrangements, “Guys, you’ll be serving naked tonight and we want you to wear these collars” He showed them the white collar and dickie, “And these cuffs” He said showing them the individual cuffs. “Now I know you’re all young and virile so erections aren’t really an issue but I want you all to take some Viagra so you stay rock hard all evening” he continued showing them the packet of blue pills, “It will complete the look I want” he said grinning. “So what do you need us to do Julian?” Ben asked eyeing Sam, Ethan, Chris and Josh. “There are canapés and drinks to be served all night so you’ll be taking trays round, plus your eye candy for the night so be yourself and if they want to talk to you, charm them” He said. “And anything else?” Ben persisted. “Ben I’m sure you guys will be fucking later too, let’s just see how it plays out”, Julian replied. All the boys grinned as they knew that was the real reason they were here. At 8pm the guests started to arrive and all were welcomed by one or more of the naked boys all sporting hardons. All of them were attracting a lot of attention with perhaps Jermaine’s 9-inch monster getting the most. The guests were mostly men but some women and ranged in age from 20s to 50s. Don, Julian and I were mingling and talking to them while the boys wandered round with trays. “They are beautiful”, said one German guy who looked to be in his thirties, “They model?” He asked. “Actually only two of them are models for the studio. The others are my nephew, his boyfriend, his boyfriends brother and my postman” I replied grinning. The German looked at me for a few moments taking in what I’d said,” English humour?” He asked. “No” I replied. “Brother’s” he repeated. “I thought you’d like that” I said, “And yes they fuck each other” “And your nephew?” He continued “Yes I have had the pleasure” I replied proudly. “Excellent” He said contemplating while rubbing his crotch. News of the brother’s and my nephew quickly spread around the room and later in the evening after quite a bit of wine had been consumed Don came over to me,” We have to sign them” He growled at me. “Yeah I get that impression too” I replied staring at my sexy nephew smiling and chatting to two buxom women with a sexy grin and his lovely hard cock standing to attention before them. “I’m telling you we’ll have contracts with everyone in this room before the night is out” He replied quickly. “What you want to do?” I asked. “Let’s get them to put a show on. Jermaine is packing a high viral load and Ben is negative but he’s just told me he wants to convert and he’d do it here tonight for them” he said with excitement in his voice. That turned me on too, the thought of a negative bottom taking poz cum for the first time and for the audience, not to mention Ethan, Chris and Sam taking yet more tainted cum to continue their conversion. “Josh” I called as I saw him walking near me. Josh came over to us,” Yes Mr A?” he asked. I smiled at his lovely body and thick 8-inch erection standing proud for me. “Are you poisonous at the moment?” I asked “Yeah I am as it happens, I didn’t want to say as it was your nephew I fucked” he said sheepishly. “Oh don’t worry, I am too and I’ve been fucking him for a week” I replied “FUCK ME…Hot man” he replied in awe. “Listen, we need to put on a show and Ben wants converting, plus the boys can take a little more positive seed for our guests” I said looking at Josh. “Yeah sure, love to” He replied. I looked at Don, “Good?” I asked. “Good” he replied, grinning insanely. To be continued………………………………………….

2. Leaning up again the door to our room, a skinny Asian boy was on his knees, sucking off a an older guy. I felt bad breaking up their activity, but my hole was itching, and there was only one way to scratch it. They headed off towards the dark room, no doubt to pick up where I had interrupted them. In the room, TJ and I put down our bags. "Goddamn," TJ said. "Did that just happen? That guy? Just getting blown in the hall?" "Yeah," I said. "It did. And that's kinda tame for this club. You should see the glory holes." "How did I not know about this before? It's fucking amazing. That your favorite place? The glory holes?" It was hard to pick a favorite part of the club. There were so many parts I had memories of: the glory holes; the maze; the sling room; and, of course, the simple pleasures of getting pounded in a private room. "Well, now you know," I said. "And there are so many parts of the club I like." "You're gonna have to show me," TJ said. I put down my bag. I needed to get naked, get high, and get fucked. "What's the envelope?" I asked him. "Dunno," he said. He opened it. "Damn. Score!" he said, pulling out a small bag of white crystals, and another of four oblong blue tablets. "This is going to be a great night. You better be up for it, cocksucker." He put down his bag as well and pulled out a bottle of water. He popped one of the viagra, and swallowed it. "You need another hit from the pipe, don't you?" he said. It was a command, not a question. "Yeah," I said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and undid my khakis. With each piece of work clothing I took off, another set of inhibitions was removed. By the time I got down to the jock strap, there would be very little I wouldn't do. With another few hits from the pipes, even those last inhibitions would fall to the side. I took another look at TJ, even as I fumbled with the zipper on my pants. I had been taught to see black men as ugly and something slightly less than human. Likewise for so many other ethnic types: Latinos, Asians, Native Americans, Jews, and Arabs. Perfection was a blond-haired, blue-eyed man of unimpeachable Nordic stock. Even my dark brown hair seemed like a fundamental personal failing. Despite TJ's muscular build and thick, hard cock it was hard for me to think of him as an equal, much less a superior. But yet, I was staring at his cock, imagining what it would feel like down my throat again or how it would feel sliding in and out of my hole. I couldn't believe I was lowering myself down even below his level, but in my drug-clouded mind, it was the only right thing to do. "You can leave the jock strap on," TJ said, as I finished taking off my pants. "Keep your dick out of the way." "Ok," I said. My mind was racing under the influence of the crystal. I was staring at TJ, as he undressed, wanting to get back on my knees to suck him off, thinking about the guys I had seen wandering the halls, wanting to bend over and let them fuck me. TJ pulled off his shirt, exposing a broad, muscular chest with the slightest spray of black hair across his pecs. Everything about TJ, from his physical presence dominating the room, to his cock straining against his shorts, all the way to his scent now filling my nostrils screamed "man" to me. But it was hard to reconcile these signals with what I had been taught for so many years, that he was only slightly more evolved than a monkey. "Can't decide if you want to beat me up or suck me off, can you cocksucker?" TJ asked. I nodded, still staring at the black man. He kicked off his shoes and pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang free. It was hard and erect and his balls hung low, heavy with cum. I felt small. I was shorter than him, skinnier than him, and behind my jock strap, my dick was limp and helpless, a victim of the booty bump I had done earlier. "It's ok," TJ continued. "You can still get on your knees and suck me off." It was barely even a command but I still followed. I dropped to my knees, submissive in front of the black man. "Feels better, doesn't it, knowing your place?" I nodded. I tried not to think what my old friends would say, me obeying a black man's every command. I should have been the strong one here and it should have been my cock getting sucked. But instead, it was me on my knees and the black man's cock nestled against my lips. I started to get up, to reinstate the proper order of things and to set the world right. "No, faggot," TJ said. He put his hand on my shoulder and pressed me back down to the floor. "On your knees. Where you belong." I tried once more to stand up, but I was no match for TJ. Effortlessly, he held me down with one hand, and used the other to guide his cock back to my lips. "Give it some attention. You choked on it earlier and loved every moment. You can do it again." I opened my mouth, and took the dark head of his cock into my mouth. There was a bead of pre-cum, slightly salty and bitter, that spread across my tongue. TJ moved his hand to the back of my head, guiding me further down his shaft. "Come on cocksucker," he continued, taking a step back and forcing me to shuffle forward. He sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide for me to kneel between. "Let's see how good this crystal is." I did my best to stay on his cock and stole an occasional glance as he prepared the hit. He grabbed his pipe from his bag, and carefully loaded the bowl with a few large shards. I heard the hiss of the lighter, and the barely audible crackle of the crystal melting. "Did you know the guy?" TJ asked. I nodded, not daring to take my mouth off of his dick. "I figured. Has he fucked you before?" I nodded again. I had lost track of the number of loads Dennis had given me. "Damn. He use a condom?" I shook my head. Dennis was adamant about condoms. He never used them. "Fuckin' nasty faggot, taking it bareback." I forced myself to go further down on his cock, further debasing myself. I glanced up enough to see him stick the stem of the pipe in his mouth, then a relative silence as he inhaled the thick white clouds. "You let a lot of guys fuck you, don't you?" I nodded again. It was true. I had tried to keep track starting on New Year's Day, but had pretty much lost track by the time Valentine's Day rolled around. As my personal testament to the enduring power of love, I had partied that weekend and lost track after 7 guys had cum in me. By then, my total for the year was well over a hundred. That had been four months ago and my pace had only picked up. TJ exhaled and a white cloud momentarily occluded his head before drifting down slowly towards me. "How many?" he asked. I pulled off of his black shaft just enough to speak. "I don't know. At least a few hundred in my life." I had never told anyone that and had barely even admitted it to myself. Each individual man seemed ok: it had felt like the right thing at the time, sucking him off or letting him fuck me. But then, over days, weeks, and months, they added up, until it was painfully obvious that I was little more than a cockslut. "Maybe more," I said, now fully aware of how he saw me. "Tweaker slut," he said. TJ stuck the pipe in my mouth. "Time for you to do another hit. You need to be high." Even though the booty bump had me flying, I was more than ready for another hit. TJ held the torch under the bowl. It heated up quickly so soon after the last hit, and I inhaled deeply. The stuff Dennis had given TJ was very good; even from the first wisp, I could feel it hitting my blood and brain. I inhaled as much as I could, watching TJ carefully. When I thought I had taken as much as I could, I nodded, but he just smiled. "A little more, tweaker boy. For me." I did my best, even though my lungs felt like they were about to explode. TJ eventually relented, and took the still-smoking pipe from my mouth. He put it down on a towel next to him, then turned back to me. "Hold it," he said. I needed fresh air, not the intoxicating clouds of the crystal, but I did as he said. "You ever gotten fucked by a black guy?" he asked me. I was about to say something, but TJ put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. I thought I could stand it, but it was only a few seconds before I felt smothered. Every second meant that more of the crystal entered my body and I lost more control over my actions. Even just keeping my eyes on TJ seemed to get harder and harder as the seconds ticked by and the room seemed to get darker and darker. Just as I thought I couldn't stand another second, TJ released his grip, and I coughed, expelling the thickest cloud I had done in ages. "Answer me, boy," he said. "You ever let a black guy fuck you?" I was still coughing, trying to regain my composure. Before I had a chance to think clearly, I started to speak. "Never been fucked by a nigg..." Luckily, I caught myself, and shut my mouth before said anything else. "What did you say, faggot?" TJ asked me. "Nothing. I said. "Was just coughing." "No. You were starting to say something there. We both know that." His words were taut and clipped. He knew what I was going to say. And I had failed to weasel my way out from admitting it. "Now tell me what you were going to say," he continued. I didn't know where to look. If I looked him in the face I would have never been able to say what I had to say. If I looked at his cock, I would have had acknowledged the complete and utter power the black man held over me. I finally settled on staring at his chest and watched the muscles move with each breath he took. I took a deep breath as well. "I've never had a nigger fuck me," I said "That's what I thought you said," TJ said. I looked up at him. He was smiling. For a brief moment, I thought it was going to be ok. He would understand it was a slip of the tongue, under the influence of the crystal. But he grabbed my chin, and held it tightly. With his other hand, he slaps me. Hard. As I was gasping in pain, he spoke. "Fucking racist faggot." I expected him to slap me again; maybe even harder than the first. But instead he picked up the pipe and put it back in my mouth "You're going to do another hit for me tweaker. Hopefully it'll get some sense in you." He held the torch under the bowl. With the tiniest nod of his head, he let me know it was time to inhale. The pipe was already full of thick clouds and as soon as I drained it, it would re-fill. Once again, TJ was making me do a massive hit. It was not long before my lungs were bursting, and he gave no indication that it was time for me to stop. Finally, he put down the torch, and grabbed the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said, and put the stem in his own mouth. He did a hit, although it didn't seem anywhere near as big as mine. "Don't," he said, careful to let only the smallest cloud out as he spoke. He put down the pipe, and once more, held a hand over my mouth and pinched my nose closed. This time, the panic set in much earlier. I needed air, and I hated the knowledge that every second only made me more tweaked out, more out of control, more willing to do anything at all. Even kneeling between TJ's legs and him holding onto me mouth and nose, I started to struggle, trying to escape his grasp. "No, faggot," he said. "You're not gonna get away that easily," he said. He leaned in, exhaled his cloud right in my face, but did not release his grip on me. I was keeping my eyes open, but it was hard to see anything but his face right in front of me. "Tonight is your lucky night, tweaker. You're gonna get fucked by my nigger cock tonight. More than that. You're gonna get raped by a nigger cock. And if you are really lucky, you're gonna get raped by a few of us." He finally loosened his grip on my mouth and nose; I exhaled in a paroxysm of coughing, trying to catch my breath. "You want that?" I nodded. His thick black shaft was right in front of me, standing up straight, erect and proud, gently swaying in reaction to his easy breathing. "You want that," he asked me again. He slapped me on the face, hard enough that my ears were ringing. "Yes," I said. It was an automatic response, but it was suddenly the correct response. I needed to feel his black tool force its way into me and dominate me. It was crucial that he dominate me. As pathetic and banal as it was, he needed to make me his bitch. I had spent too much time looking down on black men, mentally and physically degrading them. It was not something I was proud of, and my apology was long over due. "Yes, sir," I said. The apology was not going to be easy. But I had no right to expect it to be simple. "Fuck, that's what I like to hear, cocksucker." He was smiling now. He put a hand on the back of my head, and guided me back to his cock. There some pre-cum at the tip, and I licked it up. My brain still rebelled at the thought of debasing myself in front of the black man, but I tried my best to suppress it. His erection was a beautiful display of masculinity and it was my honor to service it. "You said there were glory holes here?" I nodded. I didn't know what he had in mind. "Sweet. First place we're gonna visit. Let you taste the rainbow." He pressed against the back of my head, forcing me down onto his cock. This time, I willingly took his cockhead in my mouth. "First though, you're gonna show my black python some love as I hit this pipe. No way you're gonna be the only one with your head in the clouds." I closed my eyes and heard the familiar hiss of the torch. This time, TJ did a hit just as large as the ones he made me do. I stayed on my knees, trying to swallow his entire thick shaft. It seemed that each hit he did from the pipe only made his cock harder, in sharp contrast to me. I reached down, and felt my dick. It was soft and limp and stroking it seemed to make no difference. "Don't worry about your dick," TJ said. "The one in front of you is the one you need to focus on." He took another hit from the pipe. It was getting harder for me to take his cock. His shaft was like a steel rod, and I had to do all of the contortions to align it with my throat. But it felt so good to have him inside of me. My only regret was that he was not fucking my ass. But that hardly seemed like an impossibility. It would happen, and it would happen tonight. TJ did several more hits as I twisted and turned. I worked his shaft into my throat, and let him drip pre-cum right into my throat. Finally, he did one last massive hit. Even with my attention focused on his dick, I knew it was going to be a big one. He held it longer than I thought possible, before finally exhaling. The cloud overwhelmed the two of us, and for a moment, all I could see was the white fog. As it dispersed, he pulled me off his cock, and stared at me. "Time for the glory holes, cocksucker. Time to show your skills." TJ carefully put the pipe and torch on the table by the bed, then stood up. "Come on," he said. "Lead the way." I grabbed a bottle of poppers from my bag before wrapping the keys around my right wrist. I wasn't sure if it was still a signal anyone got, but it better to make it painfully clear than have any misunderstandings. I opened the door; with the light on in our room, it was better lit than the hallway. "This way," I said. The glory holes were on the same floor, although in order to get to them as a bottom, we had to navigate the maze. It was a Friday evening, and the club was getting crowded. A few guys tried to grope us. TJ gently removed their hands from his body. It made me feel even luckier that I was able to service him and to give him pleasure. Not everyone had this privilege and it was one I should treasure. We reached a series of stalls; each one had a hole in the far wall that opened onto a platform where the tops would stand. "Damn," TJ said, as he stood next to me in the stall. "Just stick their cock through the hole?" "Yeah," I nodded. "And you never see them?" "Nope," I said. We hardly had to wait, before a cock emerged from the darkness through the hole. In the dim light, it was hard to make out any details. It was darker than I expected; it might have been a Latino, an impression re-enforced by the foreskin that covered the head. "Uncut," TJ said. "You going to suck it?" "Yeah," I said. If I had not been flying on the crystal, if TJ had not been there, if I had not been sensitive to all the men I had turned down for bad reasons, I might have thought twice. I might have waited a while longer for my eyes to adjust and I might have been more careful about an uncut, brown-skinned dick. But I didn't. I cupped the stranger's heavy, warm balls in my hand and ran my tongue over the sensitive margin where his cockhead emerged from his foreskin. "Damn," TJ said, as my tongue darted under the foreskin. I could taste some sweat and pre-cum and the stranger's cock started to respond. It was a slow response at first, like a locomotive gathering steam. It thickened and lengthened slightly, pushing itself further into my mouth. Like the train, there was a grunt of pleasure, and the stranger shifted his weight, pressing himself against the thin plywood barrier that separated us. I leaned against the barrier as well, positioning myself to take more of the stranger's dick. "You're doing it," TJ muttered. Despite his incredulity at my actions, I saw out of the corner of my eye he was still stroking his cock. The plywood was cold at first, but warmed up from my body. It was just thick enough to ensure I would never know anything about the man I was sucking off, nor he about me. Its primary job was to keep us both totally anonymous while I did one of the most intimate acts one man can do for another. By then, the stranger's cock had gotten fully erect, a respectable seven inches or so, and nicely thick. It was not as big as TJ's, but it was still a mouthful. I took a quick snort from the poppers, and waited for them to hit before attempting to go any deeper. It was not long before the warm waves washed over me, and I felt my body relax and open up. I swallowed and the cockhead slid into my throat. It elicited another moan of pleasure from the unknown man, and he began to drip pre-cum. Powered by the poppers, I started to properly service his cock, going up and down his shaft and deep throating him. "Are you going to get him off?" TJ asked. I nodded, keeping the unknown man's cock in my mouth. It would have been the height of cockteasing to not let the man get off and there was no way I would let his precious fluid go to waste. Even letting him cum on my face would have been too wasteful for me. Plus, I wanted his seed. I wanted to know what this man tasted like and the best way to work him to a furious intensity where his only option was spew his load all over my gut. It did not take much before his moans started to get louder and he started to buck his hips. His balls were still cradled in one hand; I used the other to take a quick hit from the poppers. They relaxed me, enough for his cock to slide deeper into my throat. It was just a tiny bit of additional stimulation, but it was what he needed. "Oh fuck," he grunted, his voice clearly audible through the glory hole. "He's getting close?" TJ asked me. I nodded, just trying to focus all my attention on the stranger's cock. His balls pulled up tight, and there was one last hip thrust. His cock pulsed and a warm spray of jizz coated my throat. I swallowed the first spurt, massaging his shaft enough to get a second spurt. This turned into a virtuous cycle where each time I swallowed, I got another spurt of cum. Finally, his balls were drained, and I had a pool of cum in my stomach. As quickly as his cock had appeared in the glory hole, it disappeared, leaving TJ and me alone. "Who was that?" TJ asked me. "I don't know," I said. "He was a total stranger." "And you just sucked him off like that?" His voice was a mixture of disbelief and interest, revulsion and arousal. "And you swallowed his load?" "Yeah," I said. "I did." If I needed any more proof of what I had done, I could still taste the stranger's cum in my mouth, a salty, bitter mixture. "And really. No idea who it was." "None at all." "Fuck man. I mean, I know you said you were going to do it. But you actually just sucked a total stranger off and swallowed his load." TJ was stroking his cock. It was still stiff and erect. "Do it again for me," he said. "Suck off the next guy that sticks his dick through the hole. You gonna do that for me, cocksucker?" "Yeah," I said. I was committing myself. No matter what cock: short, long, thin, fat, clean or smelly, I would take it. I would nurse it. And I would take it all the way to orgasm. I turned back to the glory hole, staring at the darkness beyond, wondering what would appear next. Now that I was looking for someone, the club was suddenly still. There was only the constant deep bass of the music, and the steady pulse of TJ's breathing. I stared into darkness beyond the gloryhole, eager for any sign of movement, any flash of white of a towel wrapped around a man's waist. "Slow all of a sudden," TJ said. "You may have to suck my cock, just to have something in your mouth." However, as soon as he spoke, there was the familiar creak of the floorboards, as another man walked across the platform. I didn't get a chance to see anything about him before the white towel filled the gloryhole. The stranger pulled off his towel, exposing a thick, heavy black shaft. "You're in luck," TJ said. "It's your favorite. Nigger dick." I hesitated for a second. It was one thing to suck off TJ, a perfect specimen of masculinity. But this man was a different matter. I knew nothing about him, no idea what he looked like, other than the cock right in front of me. It would be the second black man I had sucked off, both of them in little more than the space of an hour. TJ was going to start thinking this was the real me, not some aberration due to a sense of guilt and crystal. "Go on," TJ said. "I know how badly you need cock in your mouth."

There is a patient care tech named Jeremy on one of the floor that I have fooled around with a number of times. He is in his early 20s; bit less than 6 feet, and around 225 pounds. He is a nice furry guy with an incredible ass. It is round and firm and I wanted to fuck it the first time I saw it. I first noticed him when I would bring patients to his floor. He would come in to get some vital signs and I would find reasons to be near him and brush against that ass. There was flirting, some touching, and soon I had him alone in an empty patient room. He was a great kisser which really does it for me. I was leaning against the closed door feeling that ass as he rubbed my cock. He was pulling and stroking me while I was whispering how much I wanted to fuck him as I pushed his scrub pants down so I could get to his hole. That hole was hot and practically sucked my finger in. I bent him over the bed, spread his cheeks and licked that hole. He started moaning softly and that just made me harder. I stood up, walked around the bed and fed him my cock as I continued to stretch that hole of his. As hot as his mouth was I wanted that ass. Still bent over the bed, I got behind him and lined up my cock and sank into him inch by inch. Pulling out, pushing back in further until he had all of me. His ass was squeezing my cock as I started to fuck him with nice long strokes. He was moaning and stroking his cock showing me how much he wanted it. He was pushing his ass back as I pumped harder and faster and I could feel his hole contract around my cock as he shot his load which pushed me over the edge and I busted a huge load into him. As we caught our breath we could hear the noise of the floor, call lights and bed alarms going off, phones ringing. I stayed in that amazing ass slow fucking him until we had to go. As we got dressed we both agreed that we had to do that again—which we have many times. I have fucked him all over the hospital and can’t tell you how many loads I have shot in him. I found out later he has a boyfriend and sometimes Jeremy will call him while I am fucking him telling him how good it feels or just moaning. I even recovered the boyfriend after surgery once and fucked Jeremy in his room while he watched but that is another story for another time.

I had a patient request me to recover them after surgery recently. I had recovered this particular patient a few months ago when he had surgery to place a penile implant. We had talked and flirted at that time. I had seen him and his younger bf around town a few times and we had become friendly. This day he was having a relatively minor procedure and as he woke up the flirting started again. He is a black man in his mid 60s a bit over 6’ tall and around 250 pounds. I asked him how the penile implant was working out and he told me he and his bf both loved it. His bf is in his late 30s, just under 6’ and about 200 pounds. He told me his dick got so hard now and he could cum multiple times. He asked if I wanted to see it and of course I said yes. He pushed the button in his groin and his dick slowly got bigger and bigger. His dick was long when soft but damn when it got hard it was huge. I reached over and felt it and said I know his bf loves that big black dick as I slowly stroked it. He told me he had enough big black dick for both me and his bf if I was interested. Of course I was interested. A few weeks later I went over to their place and it was not long before I had 2 big black cocks to play with. The older guy was strictly top but his bf was vers like me. The older guy watched his bf and I suck each other and then he guided my cock into his bfs hole. He then fucked my mouth while I fucked his bf. The bf and I kept switching off fucking each other all the while the older guy was telling us how hot we looked, how much he was going to fuck us. He did this thing where he would lick my cock as it went in and out of his bfs hole which was amazing. Then he lined up behind his bf and fucked him hard and rough, every stroke driving his bfs dick deeper into me. Me on my back legs wrapped around the bf while the older guy plowed away. Soon the older guy wanted to fuck me and I was glad his bf had loosened me up first because he rammed that big black dick home in one quick deep push. I saw stars for a second and then he started to really fuck my hole. I sucked his bf again and loved feeling those 2 black dicks filling me up. One of the best moments was when the older guy and I doubled fucked his bf. Feeling that hole stretch to take us both and seeing the look on his face as he took us both was incredible. We shared load after load of cum together that night. I was there for a bit over 3 hours and can say that either my cock was in one of them or one (or both) of theirs were in me for the majority of that time. I left drained and exhausted with their loads in and on me and a huge satisfied smile.

Part 7 "I am 'saving myself'!" I said after he finished kissing me. He licked his lips - he must have liked the taste of cum in my mouth. "Doesn't mean I can't do anything while I wait." To demonstrate my point, as he sat down next to me, I slipped my hand into his towel and took hold of his cock and pumped it. It wasn't hard when I started, but it didn't take long. "And how long have you been waiting now?" he asked, adding "Shouldn't you have been deflowered by now? I'll wait all night for your ass, but it's rude of him to keep me waiting." The comment made me blush, and he was right. I'd been at the sauna longer than I realized already, and he should have been through the traffic by now. "He'll be here," was all I could really say as a response. He rustled his hand in my hair and leaned in, kissing me on my temple. For a stranger who just wanted to fuck me in a sauna, he was surprisingly sweet. "I'm sure he will be, mate, but just in case, why don't I give you the grand tour?" With that, he stood up and, without actually waiting for me to agree, yanked me up by my arm. I stood-up so quickly that my towel slipped from my waist. He chuckled as I scrambled to get it back on, suggesting I should leave it off. I ignored his suggestion, secured my towel, and followed him out of the steam room. The cool air hit like a bucket of ice water, yet, at the same time, it felt pleasant. He led me through a few doors, in the opposite direction to the far end of the building where we came-upon a staircase I hadn't even realized existed. "I didn't know this place had a basement," I said, standing at the top of the staircase. The skinhead looked back at me and grinned, replying with a laugh "You really don't know what it is you've walked into, do you?" I'm sure my face was beet red, but I shook my head. Even so, I couldn't help but smile when he reached out his hand to me. I took it, and he led me down into the depths of the sauna.

I couldn't resist his hot mouth as he worked my cock with an expertise that had me blowing my load down his throat in no time. After he cleaned my cock off I looked down at him and let him know that we needed to talk. After my son had finished sucking a load out of my cock he disappeared into the bedroom as I finished drying off. I walked naked into the bedroom to find him lighting up my Tina pipe as I slowly walked across the room to join him on the bed. He took a couple big hits and handed the pipe to me. I followed his lead and took a could hits of my own. I asked him how long he knew. The question had a double meaning, one was about his own sexuality and the second was about his knowledge of mine. He answered both meaning by telling me he knew about my being gay from his mother’s conversations with her friends. Sean knew about his being gay since he was 13 when he was abused by one of my ex’s boyfriends who got Sean to suck his cock while his mom was at work and unavailable to take care of his needs. He went on to tell me that he found my pipe and stash when he was snooping around the apartment one afternoon and knew that we’d get along just fine. He also told me that he wanted me to take his cherry and breed him. I cautiously told him he may not want that from me only to be told as he took another hit from the pipe that he knew exactly what he was asking me. I looked into his eyes and knew he knew what he was asking. As I kissed him he wrapped his arms around me as he lay back and allowed me to climb on top of his slim frame. It didn't take me long to respond as my cock began to harden again. As we kissed he looked me in the eyes and almost pleaded me to seed him but not before he pulled out a couple points from under a pillow as he asked me to slam him up and use him all weekend. I didn't ask him anything more. As I prepped a point for him (and one for me) I explained how to prepare a point. I then asked him if he’d like to meet some of my friends. He shook his head yes and asked if I might take him to the local baths as well that weekend. A smile came to his face as I had his point in hand. I fixed the tourniquet on his arm and looked for a good vein. Sean watched as I explained to him how to administer. I stuck the point in his arm and drew back to register a flash of blood to make sure I was in the vein. I then emptied the contents into his arm and pulled the tourniquet from his arm and watched his reaction. Sean coughed out hard as the slam hit him hard. I prepped a good strong one for his fist slam. Sean began to suck me hardening cock as I applied the tourniquet to my arm. He had my hard 8” down his throat as I registered the flash and emptied the slam into my own arm. I pulled the tourniquet and coughed out as Sean was eagerly swallowing my cock. I flipped us around so Sean could continue sucking my cock while I began to rim his eager ass. He couldn't keep my cock in his mouth as he began to uncontrollably moan. I continued to lick his sweet tasting ass as he moaned and began to beg for me to fuck him. I wasn't one to disappoint my boy and flipped him on his back as I placed his calves on my shoulders. I placed my semi-slick cock with his semi-wet hole and began to push my way inside as I kissed Sean. As our kiss broke Sean looked up at my with a slight look of anguish and pain in his eyes. I continued to work my cock into his hole letting him know that that was all the lube he was going to get as I set to fuck away his cherry. As I began to bottom out balls deep inside my boy’s hole I grabbed the pipe and light the torch. I let Sean know that we were going to shotgun this hit and he was eager to try. I began to draw back a very big hit of Tina and then sealed my mouth over my boy’s as I exhaled the smoke into his lungs which Sean returned the smoke to my own lungs. The exchange went back and forth several times until we both were in need of oxygen. After a good shotgun Sean seemed to be more at ease as I began to fuck at his tight hole. I fucked away at Sean’s hole I could tell I was tearing him up a little bit, not too much, but just enough to be sure his hole would be more accepting to my poz seed. I could see it in Sean’s eyes that he was enjoying his first fuck and it didn't take long until I was really giving him a pounding he was beginning for when I couldn't’t hold back any longer and blew my poz seed inside his neg cunt.