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CHAPTER 1 My brother-in-law (Devon) is a dick plain and simple. I despise him for how he treats my sister; well, for that matter, how he treats everyone. His haughtiness is unbelievable. His sneering remarks are abundant to excess. But, he is whom my sister chose to marry. So bet it. Had he been my choice no doubt he would need dentures to eat; but, he isn’t and wasn’t my choice. One topic I will say in his favour: He was a stud of a man—a man’s man. Devon was packed in his clothes and wore them well. He stood 6 feet tall; weighed 160 pounds; worked out at a health club; had dark brown hair all over his arms, hands, legs, feet, and chest; had dark brown eyes; had a manly mound of a butt; and had an impressive bulge down his left thigh. His feet were big as were his hands. He had a super nice overall package, but a personality that ruined it all. When they announced my sister was pregnant, everyone was happy for her. It was obvious that he was only a sperm donor as far as my family was concerned. And, it was obvious. The pregnancy had its issues. My sister was ill all the time. That illness was what sent her to her physician immediately, thus, finding out very early about the pregnancy. My brother-in-law was going to have to go without sex for about eight months. Well, a good fuck buddy of mine called me up a couple of weeks later, and we made plans to go to our favourite adult book store. My buddy (Brad) had finally pozzed me about a year ago. He talked me into not going on meds. We spent all the time that we could at bath houses, sex parties, adult book stores, and cruising parks. Brad loved to watch me get fucked. He always added his load to my ass whenever we called it a night. We had arrived at ABS and had been there about 20 minutes when I looked up and saw my brother-in-law coming in the peeps section. I grabbed Brad and pulled him into a booth that had a glory hole. I quickly told him why I had dragged him in the booth and that I would have to stay there until Devon left. Just as I finished telling Brad, the door to the booth next to us opened and closed. We heard the lock engaged, tokens dropped, and the movies begin rolling through. Carefully, I peered through only to discover Devon. I thought I would have fun with Devon and began to finger the glory hole. I was quietly chuckling as I knew Devon didn’t know what my finger meant. Brad kept playfully slapping on me as he snickered. I was looking up at Brad when he stopped. His eyes widened and mouth gaped. He pointed toward the wall. I turned to see a hard cock hesitantly being pushed through the hole. I was stunned. I stared a few seconds before my senses returned. My mouth wrapped around Devon’s cut 9 thick inches as I swallowed down to the pubes. I went to work on my brother-in-law to see just what he had. Devon kept a steady in and out going. I could hear his balls hit the wall with a good “thud” on each in stroke. My jaws began to ache a bit but I held steady. As if Devon knew about my jaws, he began to pick up his pace. Very soon, he was fucking my mouth like a pro. Brad and I heard a deep rumble of a growl that grew until at last I felt Devon’s cock hit the back of my throat where it began to spew huge globs of his ball juice. The barrage lasted several minutes after which Devon slid his cock out of my mouth and stuffed it in his pants. Instead of leaving as I expected, a short time passed when a piece of paper appeared at the hole. I took it and stood up. Brad and I read the note. I was dumbstruck. Devon was offering me the opportunity to suck him again at his home. The bastard! He was going to have a man over to his house to suck him while my sister—his wife—was pregnant! No doubt he would have to get her out of the house long enough. The bastard! Brad grabbed the note and wrote a reply. Brad agreed for me but the meeting would take place at “my” apartment—I learned later meaning Brad’s apartment. Devon was to come alone on Friday night at 9:00 sharp. Devon agreed, and Brad provided his address and phone number to cancel if he needed to. After Devon left, Brad told me that Devon knew my apartment but did not know Brad’s. Devon would have me in Brad’s bed room in the dark and a hood on. Devon would never recognize me. Brad said we should see how long we could lure Devon astray. I looked at Brad in awe at his quick wittedness and began laughing. Friday arrived and everything went just as Brad had outlined. Brad explained that I had a fetish and liked to wear a hood. Brad also explained that he was a good friend of mine who was there for support. Devon was a bit leery but finally okay with that. I did a repeat of my role at the book store. Brad gave Devon an okay that he could stop by if he wanted my services again but to call first to be sure. After he left, Brad was sure Devon would become a regular. Indeed, he did, and at each meeting I never spoke a word. For almost two months, Devon stopped by 2 to 3 times a week to get his cock serviced by me. It was then that Brad wanted to up the ante. Then, when Devon arrived one night, Brad offered to rim Devon. Brad became somewhat arbitrary and told Devon that he could have his ass eaten or his visits would be over. Devon was very agitated demanding to know why the change. Brad explained he was a world class ass eater and liked practicing what he was so good at doing. Devon finally agreed but was pissed. Brad rimmed and ate Devon’s ass like a pro each visit for the next month and a half. It was obvious that Devon was enjoying his ass worked on with each visit. Moans were now being made as well as him stopping in mid-stroke to reach behind to pull his cheeks wider apart. Brad upped the game once more and began fingering Devon. More moans as well as his body shivering in erotic vibrations. Brad was pacing Devon’s downfall. By the fourth month of our little deception, Devon had grown to enjoy having his cock sucked at the same time as his ass being worked over. It was patently obvious that Devon was enjoying himself. Then, as Devon was dressing to leave, he stopped and asked if I would be willing to let him fuck me. Brad looked at me and told him that would be okay. I was very prepared the next time Devon showed up. I sucked his cock for several minutes edging him as Brad worked feverishly on Devon’s ass. It was clear that Devon was in a high state of arousal. Brad stood up and moved to our sides. He pulled me off Devon’s cock and had me to climb on the bed with my ass hanging over. All the while, Brad was slowly jacking Devon’s cock keeping him aroused. Brad also was telling Devon that fucking my ass was going to be like sliding into warm silk. Brad told Devon that he needed to concentrate on looking at my hole as it puckered and winked. He kept saying that was me showing how ready I was to be fucked. Brad had his mouth up to Devon’s ear and was whispering everything. Devon was hypnotized as Brad slowly and methodically moved Devon into position with his piss slit at my opening. Devon never mentioned needing a condom. I held my breath as Brad coaxed and urged Devon to move his cock closer to my hole. Brad gently pushed Devon closer until at last his piss slit touched my hole. Devon sighed deeply at the contact. Brad spoke faster about how warm the inside would feel once Devon slid his cock in my ass. Devon looked to be in a haze Brad told me later but finally grasped my legs and pushed gently then more firmly until the head of his cock popped inside my sphincter. I moaned in such erotic agony at watching the scene play out as well as feeling my brother-in-law entering my ass. Devon then shoved his bloated cock all the way inside my screaming ass and began to pound me. Brad stood by Devon and fed him words of encouragement telling him he was doing great and to fuck my ass harder. He talked about how hot my ass felt on his cock and how tight my ring was encircling his cock. More and more Brad kept up his salacious words of encouragement to Devon. I knew they were having an effect on Devon because by this time he was pounding my ass knocking me away from him. Brad told him to grab my legs and to pull me closer so that he, Devon, could fuck my ass harder and deeper. Devon did so, and by this time, he was drenched in sweat. His cock had swollen to an unbelievable size. Later I thought about that and realized that Devon was absolutely turned on to fucking another man. I would dwell on that thought many times. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Devon screamed thrusting inside me as he unleashed a torrent of cum. I saw through my eye slits in the mask that his eyes were wildly open, and he began having trouble breathing. He pumped a huge amount of cum in me. After many minutes, his grip on me lessened. Slowly, his spent cock slid out of my ass. Devon was shaking. He backed away from me and sank down onto the floor where he heaved trying to get his breathing under control. Brad gently helped Devon back onto his feet. He did up his clothing and left with a promise to return. He wanted to fuck again.

CHAPTER 2 Once he had gone, Brad told me that almost the entire time that Devon was fucking me he had gotten two of his fingers in Devon’s ass and had finger fucked him. He grinned evilly and told me that just at the right time his fingernails had been used on Devon. No doubt he liked the feeling Brad said. We looked at each other and knew we were on our way. Just as he had said, Devon showed up on Wednesday and on Friday nights. He fucked me like a madman as Brad tore up Devon’s ass with his fingernails. It was so delightful knowing that soon he was going to get his comeuppance. I was so looking forward to that. It would be a tricky thing though. Then, on Tuesday night, Devon showed up as agreed to but things had to be postponed. Brad explained that at the last minute I couldn’t make it. Brad explained he was apartment sitting for me as I had to go out of town. Brad was so sincere sounding as he told Devon that it was such a shame and that he could understand at being frustrated. Devon tried to get Brad to bottom for him but Brad explained that he didn’t get fucked; he just liked to eat ass and fuck ass also. Devon left very frustrated sounding. For the next two weeks, Brad kept Devon at bay. He was so sympathetic to Devon and his plight. Each time that Devon arrived, he left with a bit more angst, edginess, and frustration. Brad cooed his sympathy to Devon. Brad was as good as any funeral director. He commiserated with Devon about my lack of commitment to taking care of Devon. I heard it all from Brad’s closet as the two berated my lack of seriousness. Devon left again no doubt with the bluest of balls. Brad and I rejoiced at how things were going. Devon’s nerves were on total edge. He would be back next Friday ready to explode. Brad was going to make sure that Devon was fully packed with TNT because he was going to get a big bang on Friday. Friday at nine sharp, Devon knocked on the front door. Brad let him in and excitedly told Devon that I was back in town and ready in the bedroom. Devon I heard rushing down the hallway. He stopped in the doorway looking crazed. He did something then that he had never done before: He stripped totally tossing his clothes in all directions. His cock was hard and dripping I could see. He strode over to me on the bed and yanked my legs upward putting them on his shoulders. Devon took his hands and pulled my cheeks open lining his piss slit up to my hole. He released his hands as he leaned over me grabbing my shoulders. I looked at his face which had a crazed look on it. Truly, Devon was in need of sexual release. I had but a split moment to consider if I was going to be able to deal with his heightened sexual arousal. I was determined to give it my best. I felt a searing pain as Devon’s dripping cut 9 inches of monster manhood crammed itself inside my body. I screamed at the sharpness. Devon gave no hint that he had heard me but drove his baby maker stick deep inside me and began to fuck me wildly. Brad stepped up to Devon’s side as usual and began a narrative of encouragements about how good it was to get back in my ass, how hot it was, hadn’t Devon missed fucking, feel how my sphincter was tight around his cock begging Devon to fuck harder and deeper. Devon I could tell was ramping up his game from Brad’s encouraging words. Then, Brad grabbed Devon by both shoulders and twisted his body around hard so that Devon’s cock pulled out of my ass in mid stroke. Devon was beside himself. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?” he screamed as his body shook. “I thought you’d want me to eat your ass and maybe finger your hole as I usually do,” Brad said innocently. “ARE YOU CRAZY? ARE YOU NUTS?” Devon screamed as his shaking continued. “You always seemed to enjoy me doing that to you. I just thought that might be something you’d enjoy tonight as well. I really wanted to make up to you in my own small way for him being gone,” Brad said dejectedly. “I really only wanted to help you out being you’re so tense and backed up.” Brad poured it on thick, and Devon bought it. “Yeah. Yeah. I did enjoy you eating my ass. That turned me on and so did your fingering me. Man, I’ve thought about that a lot. I didn’t like it at first but you somehow knew what to do and made it feel good,” Devon said having calmed down a bit but still highly strung from lack of sexual release. He was still highly aroused I could tell also from the pre-cum dripping out of his turgid cock. “Well, then, why don’t you stand there by the bed, but lean over it. You can put your hands flat or do elbows or whatever is comfortable for you. I’ll eat your ass and finger you some since you enjoy that, too,” Brad suggested offhandedly. “When you have had enough, you can go back to fucking him.” Brad pointed to me with the last statement. “You should be plenty aroused by then I’m betting.” “Yeah. Okay,” Devon said as he repositioned himself. He tried first doing flat handed on the bed but wasn’t comfortable with that. He then put himself on elbows and waited. Brad knelt behind Devon spreading his cheeks and began feasting. Brad was, no, is a consummate ass eater. I know from experience how well he eats an ass. It was not long before Devon was twisting his head about and moaning. Brad worked all over Devon’s ass with his tongue as well as doing small nips with his teeth. The first time that Brad nipped Devon there was a startled “Oh” but he returned to moaning and never made another protest. Brad drove his tongue deeply into Devon’s hole. Brad’s tongue can be a very rigid tool. I knew what Brad was doing and began biding my time before the big bang would occur. After 20 minutes or so, Brad pulled his mouth off Devon’s hole and slowly inserted two wet fingers. Devon hissed an intake of air but said nothing. Brad massaged deeper and deeper and began twisting and turning his fingers. Periodically, Brad would massage Devon’s prostate just to keep him reminded of what he was to feel later. I watched intently as Brad continued to work over Devon’s hole. I noticed that Devon was relaxed and fully enjoying the sensational ass work that Brad was doing. And, then, it happened. “Man, that feels so good. Your eating my ass was phenomenal and what you’re doing now is even better,” Devon said somewhat dreamily. “Keep it up. Man, that is so good.” Brad looked up at me and grinned as his eyes sparkled. He had Devon now on the hook. He had to make that jerk to be sure he was fully caught and then reel him in. Brad began alternating between rimming Devon and chewing on his cheeks and fingering him. He picked up a little speed with every intent of driving Devon crazy and wanting more. In a few minutes, Devon asked, “Is this what it feels like to be fucked? Man, this is really feeling good to me.” Brad slowed his fingering and said, “No, this isn’t really what it feels like to be fucked but it is very similar. The difference is that a cock is bigger and goes deeper. The euphoria that you feel is the same though only much, much more. It is an unbelievable wonderful feeling having a cock in your ass. You get such an intimate feeling with your body. It’s as if you learn who you really are.” Brad went back to eating Devon’s ass and fingering him. He picked up his speed and gave Devon his best ever work. Devon now was almost in a constant moan as he pushed backwards onto Brad’s tongue or fingers. Brad continued until Devon was almost demanding in his backward thrusts. Brad stopped and said, “I don’t want be rude and don’t mean to insult you. Would you want to know what it feels like to have a cock in your ass? I mean, you are really getting into my rimming you and fingering your ass. You really are enjoying it. I’m not talking about fucking you. I’m just talking about . . . a . . . cock . . . gently . . . easing into your ass very slowly and letting you feel in reality what it’s like.” Brad said nothing more and waited for his measured offer. Devon stayed bent over pondering the offer. He relished the sensation that he was feeling from being rimmed and fingered all so well. His intense sexual urges now were raging in him. His libido drove his decision. “I . . . I . . . I’ve not done anything queer like that,” Devon said loudly to protest such a possibility. Devon’s verbal protest was noted by Brad, but Devon’s body position also was noted. “Oh, no, I never meant to imply that you had done such. It was only that you seemed to enjoy my rimming and fingering you. And, you did ask how it felt to be fucked. No, I just meant that for the purpose of feeling the difference between my tongue and fingers and a cock a comparison could be made. No, I would never suggest that you would engage in things queers do,” Brad said and almost burst out laughing at the absurdity.

Sorry for the delay. Been pretty sick with some GI issues the last few weeks. Have a follow up scheduled soon with the specialist, and also been on antibiotics. All this with the constant stabbing pain and running to the bathroom has made this one bitch of a chapter to try and write. Anyways, let me know what you think and enjoy! ---- Part 4 - I didn’t have to wait very long when both of our attention was turned to the sound of a key going into the lock on the door. “Fuck yeah,” Garrett said, taking another deep puff on his cigar, “That’d be my boy, Ren. He’ll definitely give you a nice juicy load up your cunt, bud.” The door opened, and there with only a duffle bag in his hand and a massive black pipe in his mouth was hands down the sexiest Asian guy I had ever seen. Normally I thought of Asian guys as being slim and hair free, with an average at most sized cock. Attractive, but more feminine, if the porn flicks I had seen were to be believed. This guy was the exact opposite. Well defined muscles covered his body, with several tattoos across his body, with a massive black and red biohazard tattoo on his pelvis. Both of his dark nipples were pierced, and he had a light dusting of black hair leading down to his crotch. Nestled in between his well-defined legs was hands down one of the longest cocks I had ever seen, the brighter pink tip of which peeked through his foreskin. Hanging underneath were two massive balls. Blushing, I turned my attention up to his face and took in his features there. Medium length black hair pulled into a ponytail, as well as multiple piercings on his eyebrows and ears. He had a thick five-o-clock shadow and a soul patch on his chin, and his eyes were a warm brown. But what turned me on the most was the huge, smoldering pipe clenched in his mouth, which he was puffing away at. Garrett walked up to the Ren and pulled the pipe out of his mouth, leaning in a kissing him deeply. “Hey babe,” Garrett said, blowing out a thick cloud of smoke as he broke away from the kiss. “Hey, yourself,” Ren replied, sticking the huge briar back in his jaw before nodding his head towards me, “What do you have here?” “His name is Yurik,” Garrett said, putting his cigar back in his mouth, as Ren walked up to me and began to rub his hand on my chest and stomach, “First time to the baths.” He sat the mysterious bag down next to me before speaking. “I’m Ren,” he said, pinching my nipple with a grin on his face, causing me to gasp and squirm. “Nice, cute as hell too!” Ren said before reaching down and feeling inside my gaping hole before letting out a slight laugh, “Fuck, use enough lube on him?” “Would you believe that sexy fucker on the bed there was a virgin not even an hour ago when he got here?” “No shit?” he replied, shoving a second finger inside me as he took a deep drawn on the pipe, causing more smoke to billow out. I watched as he reached down and began to stroke himself. “Seriously,” Garrett replied, stepping up behind Ren and twisting his nipples, causing him to growl in appreciation, “And not only that, that’s not lube dripping out of his ruined hole… that’s my toxic load. Fucker begged me to poz him up.” “Fuck yeah,” Ren said, grinning in appreciation, before looking in my eyes, “Hell of a way to lose your ass cherry. Nothing like knowingly getting your first toxic load.” I smiled back at him, watching in interest as he took another puff of the pipe and blew it in my face. The smell was definitely different and I took a deep inhale, savoring it. Grinning even larger, Ren looked over at Garrett. “So, you the only one getting a crack this neg hole, or can anyone join in on the fun?” “This slut says he wants more loads,” Garrett said, tossing his spent cigar on the floor, “So I supposed we should do the right thing and give him as much dirty cum as possible.” With those words of encouragement, Ren stepped closer to my ass and slowly pressed his now hard cock against my ass. Garrett walked over to the door and turned around. “Gonna find a few more loads for his hole,” he said reaching over and opening the door. I let out a loud gasp as Ren shoved his hard dick deep into my hole. “Any preferences, bud?” he said with an evil grin on his face. Looking down at the large cock now deep in my ass, and the menacing biohazard symbol attached to it, I groaned. “Big and toxic.” Letting out a chuckle, Garrett walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. “Yeah, bud,” Ren said as he began to start sliding in and out of my cum-filled ass, “Cute fucker like you needs to be poz. Sexy as fuck that you want the bug.” I laid back and enjoyed the feeling of his long cock moving deep inside me, causing me to moan. Ren’s style of fucked was merciless, as his picked up steam and started pounding my ass harder and harder. Occasionally, his long, hard prick would slip out and he would just casually slip it back in. I must have been nearly screaming in pleasure as he worked Garrett’s cum deep inside me. “Damn, need to take a short break,” he said, stopping for a second gasping, “You take cock like a pro for just having had your cherry popped.” “You like my cum filled ass?” I asked, also panting heavily from the hard fucking he was giving me. “Holy fuck, yes!” he said with a slightly exhausted smile, “Just pissed because I wasn’t here to take it myself.” I watched as he opened the bag next to us and pulled out an oddly shaped lighter, bringing it back up to his pipe and relighting it. I watched in fascination as he brought it to life, making the tobacco in the bow glow as he inhaled deeply, only to let out a massive cloud of smoke back in my face. Instinctively, I took a deep breath in, savoring the smell. I watched in pleasure as when I breathed out, some of the smoke jetted out of my nose. “Nice nose jet bud,” he said, giving my dick a few strokes, “Smoker yourself?” “No, actually, never…” I said, thinking about how my parents would kill me if I started. “Fuck, you look so fucking sexy blowing my smoke out,” he replied, caressing my swollen cum-filled balls, “Would love to break your smoke cherry. Get you hauling deep on one of my pipes in your mouth. Nothing hotter than a smoking bug chaser raping his lungs on sweet smoke. Would really drive me over the edge, ‘specially since I didn’t get to enjoy bursting your other cherries. What do you say?” Fuck! I thought to myself, I would seriously do anything to get this hot load inside me. Before I realized it, I gave him my answer. “Make me a smoker like you.” Immediately, I swear I could feel Ren getting a little bigger in my ass as he took a deep inhale on his pipe and then locked lips with me. I opened my mouth and took his tongue against mine, inhaling as he exhaled the thick smoke. Slowly our tongues rubbed against each other, making my dick throb even harder. Pulling away, he smiled and watched as I slowly exhaled his cloud of smoke. “Nice,” he said with a smile, reaching over and started digging in the bag, “You’re a natural smoker, bud. Want a pipe for yourself?” I watched as he pulled out another large pipe like his. He handed it to me and grabbed his lighter. Apprehensively, I grabbed the pipe from him and looked at it. It was massive, but I decided to bite the bullet and stuck it into the corner of my mouth, mimicking what I had seen Ren do. “Slowly puff on it while I light you up,” he said, flicking the metal lighter aflame and slowly bringing the flame just about the rim. Slowly, I did just that, letting Ren coach me until finally the pipe was well lit. “Take a deep draw on that fucker,” he said, slowly stroking my cock and began to slowly pump his dick my ass. I did as he asked and suddenly coughed hard. “Shit!” I said, catching my breath. “Don’t worry, happens to everyone their first time,” he said, rubbing my chest before pulling out a bottle of poppers, “Here… sniff these first. It’ll help.” I took several deep hits from the bottle and then stuck the pipe back into my mouth, trying again. This time I didn’t cough nearly as much. “Fuck yeah, “ Ren softly muttered, watching as I exhaled a large cloud of smoke, “You’re smoking now. Ready for me to wreck your tight pussy while you smoke that nice fucking pipe?” “Fill me up with your poz smoker cum!” Slowly he started to fuck my ass again, slamming my ass harder with each progressive stroke inside me. Both of us began to billow like a chimney, smoking away at the pipes in our mouths. I found myself enjoying the feeling of the nicotine flowing through my veins, making me feel a rush through my body. Quickly, Ren’s steady assault on my ass started to become irregular, signaling he was close to blowing his load. “Yeah, bitch, smoke that pipe and rape those lungs while I fill your boy cunt with my death-stick,” Ren growled, now slamming hard into my loosened hole. “God, fill me with your tainted load!” I moaned, squeezing his cock with my ass muscles. “Jesus, yes!” he said, slamming as hard as he could, “Keep doing that. I hope your ready for this load, cause I’m going to fill you up full!” His pace quickened and switched from a bucking long dick fucking to jackhammering my loose, swollen ass lips. As he hammered away, I felt him start to shoot, the hot spray of cum covering the walls of my just recently infected virgin guts. Finally, he slowed to a stop, leaving his cock deep inside me while he caught his breath again. A thin layer of sweat had formed over his body, giving his muscles even more definition, making him look like some sort of sex demi-god. Slowly, Ren pulled out his now soft cock from remains of my formerly tight hole and collapsed beside me on the bed. He pulled my face to him, and we kissed slowly, sharing the smoke from each of our lungs as he stuffed his tongue into my mouth again. “With a hole like that, you’re gonna be really popular tonight, kid.” I relaxed my head back exhaling the smoke in my lungs out. Languidly, I watched the smoke slowly dissipate. “I can’t believe I’ve already gotten fucked by two hot tops,” I said, turning my head and looking into his eyes, “I thought I would be lucky to even talk to a guy or suck him off… but two guys fucking me? Just…. wow.” “You could definitely get more,” Ren replied, tracing his fingers along my sweat covered stomach and chest, “Night is definitely still young.” Getting up, he slowly lifted my legs up, exposing my hole to the open air. “Damn, really stretched you out with my prick.” Suddenly, he dived in and began to lick at it, making me moan as his tongue easily penetrated me. He was rewarded with a nice sized glob of cum, having easily been coaxed out. Letting my legs fall down on either side of him, Ren climbed on top of me and began to feed me the mixture of the two poz loads and my ass juices. We made out for a few more minutes before he pulled away and began stroking my still hard, throbbing dick. “Man, I would love to take one of your last neg loads inside me,” Ren said, fondling my cum-filled balls. “I… well…” I said, blushing hard at the thought, “I’ve never topped before.” “Damn! You got to be kidding me!” Ren replied, a look of surprise on his face. I must have had a look of confusion and possible fear on my face as he shook his head. “I don’t mean that in a bad way, bud,” he said quickly, “Just can’t believe a cute fucker like you really is a total virgin. It’s so fucking hot, and such an honor to be turning you into a sex-crazed pig!” “Oh… well…” I said, blushing even harder. I couldn’t believe that this sex god of a man was calling ME of all people hot. “Seriously dude,” he continued, “I would honestly love to be the first to get that beautiful piece of meat inside me!” “Well, I mean if you want…” I said, worried that with my inexperience I would really let down the muscled god in front of me. “Fuck yeah,” Ren replied, immediately rolling over and spreading his legs apart, “Drop that neg load deep in my poz cunt. Gonna make sure it's the last one you ever have.”

Part 5 　 I really had no idea what to say, really. I kind of turned my head a little as, sitting down, Hank's cock was sticking straight out at me tenting the hell out of his shorts. As I turned my head, I found I was looking directly at the dancer now and his cock seemed to be like a snake sticking up. He was in the process of taking off his jock completely and it almost made Hank's huge cock look small in comparison. Hank stepped back then and I stood up. I told him, "Looks like you guys are getting a little busy now, I better head over to my place." As I turned to go, I noticed a couple of the guys, on the other side of the room, were already naked and playing with each other's cocks. I turned back to Hank and noticed that the dancer was already on the couch with the other two guys and one of them had that huge cock in his mouth and the other guy seemed to have his mouth buried in his ass and I noticed that the dancer seemed to have a large biohazard tat on his back just above his ass crack. Hank said, "Really am sorry about that if it shocked you. We kind of meet up about every couple of weeks for a 'sometimes' sex party. Didn't mean to have it actually start while you were here though." He went on, "Looks like I'm the odd one out at the moment." and laughed. He then escorted me to the door. As he opened the door he said, "Thanks for not freaking out much, I really appreciate it." I said, "Don't think anything of it. No harm done." He said then, "WOW, you are so understanding and nice." I turned to go, when he grabbed me from behind in a huge hug. Again, he was thanking me and was just overwhelmed. I could feel his big cock against my ass and it was right in my crack. He held me close for a few seconds and then let go saying, "You are much nicer than about anyone I have met in a long time." I turned and couldn't help it as my eyes went down to his crotch for a second. He noticed and said, "sorry about that too. That dance was really hot and I am still thinking about it and it won't go down. Nice isn't it?" With that he reached down and dropped his shorts and it sprang up, hard and fat. I couldn't help looking again, and then noticed he had a biohazard tat just above his cock that I hadn't noticed before. He said, "I better get back in there if I want any fun. You take care and come over anytime you want to." I turned and went home to my place and was soon in bed and fast asleep.

PART 7 　 I got back in my car and just drove around for a bit, wondering what I was doing. I could think about nothing but cock in my ass for some reason. A week ago, I had been completely straight and no real thoughts about gay sex and now here I was with at least three loads of cum up my ass in a week. Damn, it had felt so amazing. I had just let some anonymous guy fuck me in an adult store through a hole and had loved it. My ass was on fire and I felt I needed more. What to do? I found myself pulling into a park here in town. I pulled over to think some more. I got out and made my way to a picnic table. I had brought along a can of Coke and opened it and was sipping and trying to wrap my head around what I was doing and what I was going to do. I was thinking so hard I didn't notice that another car had pulled in and a guy approached the table I was at. Then he was asking if he could join me and sit there also. I just kind of nodded ok without paying any attention, really. Then it dawned on me he had sat down on the same side of the table as me. Glancing his way, I noticed he was sitting astride the seat with one leg under the table and the other somewhat straight out on the other side. He had on shorts and as I looked I could clearly see that his cock was hanging somewhat out of one leg of his shorts. It looked to be quite large and I could not take my eyes off of it. My ass was still tingling from just being fucked about a half hour before. As I looked I could see it start to come up some. He saw me looking and stood up and dropped his shorts off and as he did his cock was really starting to stand up. It was big. As I tore my eyes off of it and looked up, he was smiling and motioned for me to follow him. He kicked the shorts completely off then and started walking towards a pathway. Mesmerized, I got up and just followed along. We got just a short distance down the path and it widened up and he stopped. I walked up to him and he, without a word, reached out and I let him start pulling my clothes off. I couldn't seem to move. He soon had me naked and himself as well. He I turned my head to look back and he lined his cock up with my hole and just thrust in in one lunge. The last thing I noticed before it was covered up by my body was that he had a tattoo just over his cock that looked like a biohazard sign I remember seeing. Then he was deep inside me and I was groaning in the fantastic feelings he was causing my ass. He started somewhat slow but that was just a few strokes and then he was pounding my ass with a fury. Every thrust inward he would grind around and then back out till just the head of his cock was still in me and then back in hard and more grinding like he was drilling for oil or something. It was amazing. My own cock was soon hard as a rock too. He kept up the drilling for a good ten minutes and then all at once he pulled out. He leaned over me and finally spoke, "You are loving this aren't you? We had to make sure it really feels good forever." He then thrust at least three of his fingers up my ass and ground them around hard and as he pulled them out I felt his fingernails drag out and I almost screamed from the agony. He then rammed his cock back in me hard as he dropped his hand in front of my face and I could see blood all over his finger tips. He was again destroying my hole with his pounding, hard and fast and deep and still grinding into me. He then said, "I'm getting close now. Get ready. Here comes my nice poz load up your ass." I had no idea what he was talking about but as he was cumming my own cock erupted too. He ground in me hard for a bit and then pulled out. As we straightened up he said, "I hope you enjoy my nice gift." I said, "I am loving cum up me now." He said, "Not the cum but what is in it." I said, "What do you mean, do you have an STD?" He grinned and told me, "Kind of one. I have AIDS and now you will too. That's why I scratched your ass up good to make sure it took." I could only just stand there in shock as he put his shorts back on and took off.

Memories of Summer. Looking out the window at the rain and seeing the expanse of grey outside. Grey sky, grey buildings. Even the people hunched over for protection and hurrying past seem grey. I can't help but let my mind wander to brighter days and inevitably I feel my cock swelling and my hand idly drifts down to grip myself as I let my thoughts go back to summer. It was hot. Which here is noteworthy in itself, but today was the hottest I could remember. The kind of heat which no matter what you do always leaves you prickled with sweat. Even just moving from room to room felt like hard work. Still, things to be done, places to go and all that. Fuck that! I had just finished showering after a workout at home and at some point the shower became longer as I unconsciously began cleaning myself very thoroughly as if I already knew the direction the day was heading. As I towelled off I could already feel sweat beginning to bead across my shoulders and forehead and I came to the conclusion that today would be an outdoors day. No work until tomorrow and anything that needed doing around the house could damn well wait. Today was going to be for me. Returning to my room I grabbed a light linen shirt and matching trousers. Lightweight and easy movement for the weather. Dropping those onto the bed and reaching for my underwear drawer I decided against socks but grabbed a jock and slipped that on. Taking a brief look in the mirror and enjoying the way my arse was framed by the straps, I dressed and grabbed a pair of walking sandals. Before leaving the room I quickly grabbed a small bottle of lube and bottle of poppers and slipped them into my pocket. Be prepared I've always believed. Grabbing my keys I opened the door on the day and the full force of the heat hit me in the face like a wall. Damn, I hadn't realised how well my house had been blocking the temperature outside. I headed for the car and cranked he a.c to full and stood with the door open for a few minutes just so I could actually sit in the drivers seat and be able leave with some skin on my back. Next time use the garage I thought to myself as I climbed in and headed for the road. I'm quite lucky in that where I live is still relatively rural but close enough to the city that everything I want is in easy reach. Today I wanted green spaces, preferably with secluded areas, and the potential for long isolated walking. I knew just the pace. About 20 minutes later I pulled into the car park and was a little downbeat to see how easy it was to find a space. I had hoped it would be busier. Still it was early yet and I didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. I grabbed a bottle of water from the car and locked it down then headed to the first pathway of my day of leisure. I chose this place because it has a valley walk alongside a river, cool in the heat, wonderful scenery and a reputation for what can go on in the bushes. Miles and miles of woodland to choose from interspersed with wide open spaces. Having been here on several previous occasions I knew where the popular haunts were but was in no hurry to scan each. So I carried on walking and enjoying being in the open air. After a short while I saw a bench facing the river and decided I would sit for a bit and watch the world go by. Or at least let the day catch up with me. So I sat, sipped my water and watched the river flow lazily in front of me reflecting the few light clouds that were scudding by, just as lazily, above. I think I must have been in a trance because I heard the crunch of gravel on the path as someone walked in front of me. I hadn't heard their approach at all. I looked up startled from my daydream state and saw him. 30's, cropped hair, very fit. He was in a white vest top, matching jogging bottoms and trainers. I would have figured him for a runner but he was walking slowly. Clearly enjoying the day in his own way. In any other situation I might have unkindly put him in the category of guys who you don't know if they are going to mug you or fuck you. But he just walked on by and I glanced him over letting split second fantasies formulate as he passed. As he neared a bend in the path about 50 metres down from my seat I nearly choked on my water as he stopped and glanced back at me before disappearing from view. I'm not necessarily a master of these things but some signals you just can't miss. Whether it was a combination of the guy and the heat and the situation I don't know? I was hard from the moment I stood to the moment I reached the corner where I lost sight of him. I was certainly heading into whatever was around that bend willingly. As I reached the point in the path he had looked back at me I could see some considerable way down the path ahead and it was empty. "What the fuck?" I muttered to myself. Confusion grew as I looked around. Was he just fooling? Had I conjured the guy from my dreamlike state earlier? Just as I was about to give up and return to my seat I saw to the left an overgrown path that led deeper into the woods. Ok then, back in business. I guessed this was the route he had taken and I followed without a second thought. Being the height of Summer everything was at its lushest and greenest. The growth was full and the air was rich with that strong earthy organic smell you only get in thick woodland. As I pressed on under the trees I realised how much darker it was. Possibly I had become accustomed to the bright sun on the path, but in here it was like another world. The humidity was higher too, I could feel myself sheen in sweat as I walked. Glad for the light clothing I had chosen I kept on hoping to catch sight of my mystery man. I couldn't see any sign. I decided to just follow the most obvious pathway and hope but I couldn't deny my spirits dropped when he wasn't easily apparent. Moving through the dusk light world beneath the trees I came to what I can only describe as a thicket within the woods. A denser group of trees that seemed to be in a circle almost making a room. Intrigued I stepped in through one of the wider openings to have a better look. My curiosity almost outweighed my libido at this point. The trees must have been planted like this, no way this was a natural occurrence at least not that I could see. Remarkable though it was it didn't help me with my search but it did provide another opportunity. I had been drinking water pretty much constantly since I left the house so I put the trees to use that men have always put them too. It felt good. So good in fact I didn't just shake I let my hand slide up and down my rapidly hardening cock feeling the freedom of being outside but unseen. I hadn't resigned myself to simply jerking off it was just that it felt right to enjoy myself a little before I returned to the pathways and my search. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out the bottle of poppers and unscrewing the lid I took two deep hits. Letting the warm glow flow through me I sealed the bottle and felt my inhibitions float away. With one hand back on my cock my other hand unfastened my shirt and I began pinching and twisting my nipples letting the pleasure build and build. "Fucking jackpot! I knew I wasn't wrong about you." In my popper buzz and current state of arousal to say I was stunned by this is an understatement. I spun around and saw him again. There with me in this wooded shrine. Me shirt open, hand still on my cock not knowing which way was up. I stared at him. He was even more gorgeous up close. Dark eyes, a spray of stubble over his strong jawline and a grin that could easily become a sneer. This was someone who knew how good they looked. "Don't panic, " he laughed, "Anyone in these woods is here for the same thing right?" With that he lowered the front of his bottoms and out sprung eight inches of thick, solid meat. His foreskin was partly back and the tip was already moist with precum. He stroked it a couple of times and I swear it got harder. I must have licked my lips. In fact I know I did because he laughed and said, "Like what you see then?" I just dumbly nodded and did what I had been wanting to do since I first set eyes on this stud. I fell to my knees and took hold of his thick cock and began kissing and licking that shaft. Fuck he was so hard. I don't think I've ever held a more solid cock in my life and more importantly he seemed more than happy to just let me enjoy it with my lips and tongue. I worshipped every inch of that dick, tasting the mix of precum and sweat that was now all over his length. I licked and teased his balls and worked my way up to his tip. Pulling his foreskin back and running my tongue all over that knob, stroking his hardness as I made love to it with my mouth. I was in cocksucker heaven. "Fuck me, I never would have pegged you as a bottom. You are though aren't you? A good fucking slut!" I never talk with my mouth full but I moaned in assent around his beautiful cock as I took him as deep as I could. He put his hands on my head, the first time he had touched me, and fucked my mouth for a few strokes before pulling out and tilting my head back. Leaning over me he looked into my eyes then spat into my open mouth. Smiling at me he pushed his cock back between my lips and said, "Just testing the waters mate, wanted to see what kind of slut you are." I could only moan in pleasure as a shiver ran through me. This was already more than I hoped the day would bring me. Whilst I sucked him, or rather he fucked my face I slipped my shirt off and managed to slide my trousers down revealing my jock to him. He whistled but didn't comment beyond the noises he was making while enjoying the way my tongue was washing over his cock. When I reached for my poppers he grabbed the bottle from me and took control even more. He held them for me and made me take several hits as I bobbed on his rock hard meat. It didn't take long before I was spinning out in lust. Gagging on his cock as he pushed me to my limit and soaking him in spit he kept me going for some time. Always when I seemed to regain a little focus he made me take another hit. Pulling his cock from my mouth he told me to lose my trousers which I did so easily. My sandals and trousers joined my shirt on the floor leaving me in just a jock. Exposed, and so fucking lost on poppers. Easy prey for the wolf in the woods. "Turn around and let me see that arse slut!" It was a command and I obeyed without hesitation. "Fucking nice." Was all he said as his hands worked over me, kneading my flesh, spreading me. I just moaned like the slut he kept calling me and pushed my arse back for him to play with more. "Nice arse like that needs to be fucked doesn't it?" I could only manage to whisper, "Oh God!" Knowing that I would do pretty much anything this man said. He spat on my hole and worked his fingers into me. Two fingers straight away with only spit to lube the way. He worked them into me for about a minute before he pulled them out and made me suck them. "Good to see you keep yourself clean too." Then I felt him lean over my back pressing his whole body against me. I could feel that hot prick nestle between my arse cheeks and he started rubbing himself back and forwards. Reaching around me he held the popper to my nose again and made me take hits. One. Two. Three. Four. Oh fuck I was lost and somehow I knew it. When he started speaking I already knew how this would end. "I really want to fuck this sweet arsehole. Want you to feel my hard cock all the way up inside you like I know you want. But I don't have any rubbers. We can play in all sorts of ways and I can even tease you with the tip if you like but we really shouldn't fuck." As he said this he was rubbing his precum slicked dick up and down between my cheeks, teasing it over my hole. Pressing to it then sliding away. I was a moaning wreck. Flexing my hips to his movements to try and increase the contact and make every touch of his cockhead last longer. "You really want it don't you? You want this dick in you don't you slut?" I don't think I was even capable of speech by this point but I could nod and moan in delirious pleasure. "Well maybe just the tip is ok, it won't hurt if I just put the tip in you for a bit." I managed to raise my head a little and point to where my trousers were, "lube." It was all I could muster but he put my hands back on the branch in front of me and laughed. "With all the poppers you've had my precum and spit will be more than enough for you slut." With that I felt pressure on my arsehole and then the glorious sensation of thick cockhead opening me up. I pushed back, I always push back, but he held my hips and just left the tip resting in my hole. Reaching around me he began twisting my nipples and making sure my popper high stayed topped up. Here I was out of my mind and naked in the woods with a complete stranger who had his raw cock teasing my hole. I had never been hornier. The back of my brain knew this was insane, that I should try to get myself together, but it was no use. Lust and poppers always wins. As he pulled my nipples I couldn't help but arch my back and flex my hips. This naturally started me bucking on his cock and working him deeper and deeper into my arse. Eventually he whispered in my ear, "Balls deep in you slut, I guess you really wanted this after all." I didn't think it had ever been in doubt and it took me a while to realise he meant that I was taking him bare. My hole was so full and I felt so complete bent over in that place. Then he started fucking me. It started slow. His hips rocking back and forth slapping into my arse cheeks as he moved. I moaned in approval at he friction, the pressure inside me. I pressed back as he pressed forward. Then he was speeding up. Pushing down on my shoulders making me arch my back, letting him penetrate me deeper with his raw fuck tool. Pretty soon he was slamming into me with long deliberate strokes and I was loving it. How could I not? The pleasure was too much , my own untouched cock had been leaking so much fuck juice since he started fucking me, I needed this. Somehow despite his thrusts he was still making me take poppers as he fucked me and keeping up a litany of fuck talk in my ear. All the while his thick cock was ruining me in the best way. "I knew you'd be a dirty fuckslut when I saw you. Knew you'd be taking my cock before the day was out. Fuck your hole feels good on my dick. Going to breed this hole so fucking good. Make you take my load all the way inside. Have another hit bitch, fucking good. I love the way you clench your fuckhole when you breathe in those fumes." For my part I was pushing myself onto every one of his thrusts and grunting in animal pleasure each and every time. I had gone beyond caring about being heard or seen all that mattered was the glorious prick buried so far inside me. I managed to croak out a few yeses and fuck me's but otherwise I had been reduced to a mindless fuck toy by this amazing fucker. "Going to shoot in you slut, you want that? Not going to let you have it unless you say." He started to long dick me at this point, long hard thrusts of every inch of his cock tearing into me and making me shout out in pleasure. "Say it bitch!" He spat at me, "Tell me how much you want this load breeding you?" I raised my head as he bounced me on his cock and stammered, "I..I...want it" "Want what slut?" "Oh God! I want your load." He fucked a few more strokes then said, "Yes thats a good bitch, you want this thick load up your arse don't you? You want me to breed your hole right? Going to knock you up with my cum you fucking slut!" He was fucking me so hard it must have given me an adrenaline shot because I couldn't stop myself from shouting out, "Fuck yes breed me! Knock me up! Make me take all your cum!" "That's it slut take it take all of my dirty cum in your fuckhole! Going to give you so much poz cum in your cunt. Take my bare cock you fucking dirty bitch!" As he shouted this he slammed his cock into me deep and reaching under me grabbed my cock and wanked my cum out of me as his own cock throbbed inside me flooding me with his toxic load. He pulled out of me and straightened his clothes. As he left he said, "Fucking lovely arse mate. I ever see you here again I'll breed you anytime." I pretty much collapsed naked to the floor, breathless and speechless. I could feel throbbing from my arse, my nipples and my cock. I was dumbfounded that I had just let that happen. I could feel some of his cum leaking from my well used hole and my own load had soaked my jock leaving undeniable proof of the pleasure I had felt. Even as I gathered my clothes together and dressed I couldn't help but repeat to myself, "I've just taken poz cum. I've just been bred." As I walked slowly back to the car I could feel my cock thickening again as I replayed my morning and I knew I would be coming back for more. The end.

Part 38 - Surprise visitor Ric got home on Friday after school and was in his room surfing for some porn, taking advantage of the empty house. He was horny but everyone that he had been fucking was busy after school. He’d rather fuck someone than masturbate, but he just couldn’t wait. He had been stroking for a long time, searching for videos of guys breeding cumsluts. He didn’t want to shoot his load quite yet, but his balls were starting to ache. He heard the doorbell ring. “Shit!” he yelled and tried to stuff his hard cock into his jeans before he went to the front door. He looked out and saw Zac standing on the front porch, his hair still wet from swim team practice. “Hey, what are you doing here?” said Ric after he opened the door. “We didn’t get to talk any more this week so I thought I’d come over after practice” replied Zac. “Come on in. You must really want to talk, you didn’t even dry your hair” Ric joked. Zac chuckled nervously and asked “Is anyone else here?”
 “Nah, mom and dad always get home late on Fridays” Ric explained. “Cool. I can’t stop thinking about what happened at the party last week. I was kind of hoping that Shane would have another one, but he said he’s too sore to fuck today” Zac said. “Yeah, he had a rough day yesterday” Ric said with a big laugh. Zac laughed with Ric and asked shyly “Can I have a rough day today?” Ric looked at Zac, not expecting him to ask to fuck that way. “Uh, I don’t think you’re up for what happened to him yesterday and I don’t know how I’d get a group together” Ric said. “Oh, it wasn’t just you?” Zac asked. “Not even close” replied Ric. “Yeah, I don’t know if I’d want a group of guys fucking me yet. But….” Zac said and then paused before finishing his sentence looking at his feet and quietly saying “But I do want you to fuck me and cum in me again.” “Zac, do you know what happens if you keep fucking raw and taking loads?” Ric asked as they walked towards Ric’s room. “Yeah, I do. I know what Marty and Shane are trying to do and I heard them whispering that you were helping them. You have already given me one poz load. I don’t know why it turned me on, but it did. You even tried not to do it and that made it even hotter. Now I want to see what its like knowing you are going to poz me” Zac said. Ric felt his cock twitch and he pushed Zac towards his bed. Zac loosened his jeans and let them drop, showing his tight, hairless butt perfectly framed by his jockstrap. Zac pulled his shirt over his head and looked back with a grin on his face as he bent over the bed. Ric dropped his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, looking at Zac as his cock stuck straight out. Zac saw the new tattoo and gasped. “You like the new tattoo?” Ric asked and Zac nodded. Ric walked up behind Zac and rubbed his cock up and down the crack and pushed in between the firm mounds of ass until his cock was resting against the tight hole. He spread the cheeks with his hands looking down as precum dripped out on the hole. “There’s no going back after this, Zac. Once I fuck you now, I’ll keep breeding you until you’re as toxic as I am” Ric said. “Fuck me, Ric. I need you to knock me up” Zac begged. Ric moved over and pulled out a bottle of lube from under the pillow and slicked up his cock and Zac’s hole. Zac pushed back, forcing Ric’s finger in deeper. Zac was opening up easier than the week before and Ric could sense the desire in Zac. “This is going to hurt, Zac” Ric said as he pulled his finger out and lined his cock up with the winking neg hole. Ric started to shove in with a firm even strokes, stretching the hole much wider than his finger had. He could feel Zac tense up and try to scream as he pushed Zac’s head into the bed, muffling any sounds that he made. He shoved in the last few inches and felt Zac writhe in pain. Ric pulled back out slowly and saw some red spots on his cock and then started to thrust in and out of the quivering hole. Ric’s cock was leaking precum steadily into Zac’s cunt, coating the ravaged tunnel. Ric was merciless and kept driving his cock into the ever loosening hole. Once he started to hear Zac moan instead of whimper, he started to fuck harder and deeper. Zac would groan when Ric’s cock plowed into his inner ring, but he even started getting used to that feeling. “Breed me Ric” Zac pleaded hoping to get a huge load of poz cum deep inside his body. Zac had waited for this all week. The feeling of the raw dick inside him, slamming in and out, coating his insides with precum before finally getting filled with seed. He’d been scared to take this step, but fate had given him a taste and now he needed to experience it all. Ric was long stroking Zac and he could tell Zac was enjoying it. The condom fuck the week before hid the pleasure that Zac’s hole could give Ric. He wasn’t virgin tight, but his hole fit Ric’s cock snuggly and Zac would occasionally work his ass muscles to clamp down on the thick shaft. Ric’s cock was dripping precum continuously inside the swimmer’s cunt and Ric could hear and feel it helping his cock prepare for the next step. His thrusts got more deliberate each time and Zac’s groans encouraged him. Ric’s balls started to tighten and he could feel his cock get thicker. He jackhammered Zac’s pussy and then drove his cock in as far as he could before unleashing his virus filled semen into the unprotected boy. The grunts he made with each spurt were almost drowned out by the screams of pleasure coming from Zac. Both of them stayed there, breathing heavily for a few moments and Ric pulled his cock out of the swollen hole. Zac looked back with a grin, not sure what to do next. “Come over here and taste what’s in your ass trying to charge you up” Ric said. Zac climbed off the bed and got in front of Ric on his knees. He had sucked a lot of cock but never one that was covered in cum, blood and ass juice. He began licking at the semi-hard cock, tasting the coppery tasting cum. His ass was sore but it had been the most exhilarating fuck he had ever had. Once he had lapped up all of the cum, Zac looked up at Ric and Ric said “Now its your turn. I want your neg load in me.” Zac looked surprised but stood up and gave his cock a stroke. It was still hard from the first moment he had bent over the bed. He never leaked much precum so he took the tube of lube and covered his cock with it while Ric bent over the bed where he had been minutes ago. Zac didn’t consider himself a great top, he enjoyed sucking and getting fucked too much, but he was going to do his best. His cock was much shorter than Ric’s at 6 1/2 inches and wasn’t as thick, but it felt good sliding into Ric’s tight hole. He remembered Ethan fucking Ric the week before and wanted to make sure he fucked better than him. Zac grabbed Ric’s hips and pushed his hard cock into Ric and the two of them moaned together. This was the first time Zac had ever had his dick in a guy’s hole bare and it felt so much better that had to fight to not cum immediately. He rolled his hips, pushing his cock all the way in and out of Ric’s pussy. Each time he went in, Zac did it with more force. He was building up momentum until he was pounding away at Ric’s hole. He was concentrating hard on making it a good, long fuck and barely heard Ric cheering him on. Zac pulled his throbbing cock out of Ric and pushed his face between the hairy mounds of muscle. Zac fucked him with his tongue for a few minutes and then said “Get on your back. I want to see your face when I breed you.” 
Ric chuckled as he heard Zac get aggressive for the first time and climbed on the bed with his ass hanging off and pulled his legs back. Zac rammed his cock back into Ric’s unsuspecting hole and Ric yelled out “FUCK!” Zac hammered away at Ric’s hole, his eyes staring at Ric with a big grin on his face. He held on to Ric’s legs as he fucked and ground his cock into the hungry fuckhole. Ric started to milk Zac’s cock and Zac felt his balls tingle and tighten. He gave a few last slams of his cock and then flooded Ric’s ass with his neg seed. Rope after rope of cum shot out of his cock. Zac couldn’t remember ever shooting as much cum as he did then. Zac pulled his cock out and climbed on the bed next to Ric. The two made out for a few minutes, trading spit as their tongues explored each other. “Thank you Ric” Zac said, leaning back and laying on the bed. “If it hadn’t been for last week, I wouldn’t have known what I was missing and gotten over my fear. Anytime you want to fuck, just let me know.” — Steven was looking through CL to see if there was anyone interesting wanting a hookup. As he was about to give up he saw a post that intrigued him: Asian boy 4 sex - 24yo, love 2 suck. not too experienced. 5ft4, 120lbs, 5uc, must be discreet, like 2 find some1 to teach me abt gay sex, serious only The ad had a small body pic that could have been almost anyone with smooth, tan skin. Steven had never really hung out with the other Asian kids in school - there were only a few that weren’t family. When he got older he met some who were students at the university, but never any that were gay or even bi. He sent a message back through CL - “Hi, asian here too. I’m 22, vers, 5ft6, 125, gay and out, pretty experienced and into anything fun for 2 or more” with a headless body pic and cock pic. He waited and didn’t really expect anything back. A few hours later, though he got a response. “thx 4 ur reply. nice pics. love to suck you sometime. more if we click. u free tonite?” “I guess he’s horny” thought Steven. It was convenient since Steven had the night off and Ryan was working. He replied back “tonite ok. when? I have roommates, so prob can’t host.” The reply came quick “roommate too. he won’t be here until after 5. meet now?” “He’s really fuckin horny” thought Steven. He sent back “need to shower first. address?” They guy sent back a reply “ok” with the address. Steven ran through the shower and cleaned himself out, just in case. He wondered if the guy had only sucked other guys and wanted to go all the way. He slipped some lube, poppers and condoms in his jeans and headed over to the guy’s apartment. Steven was always nervous when he met a hookup. He hadn’t done it too often, but his luck had been pretty good and they had all been fun fucks. His cock was already half hard as he walked up to the door and knocked. He heard someone come running to the door and it opened. Steven’s jaw dropped and and he said “Sam?” Standing in front of him was his cousin Sam who immediately said “Oh fuck. Oh my god. Shit! Please don’t say anything.” Steven chuckled to himself and walked into the apartment and stood there in the middle of the room. He looked back at Sam and smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t say a thing to anyone - family or not. I’m guessing you didn’t hear my dad threw me out of the house when he caught me fucking with another guy. I haven’t talked to anyone in the family since.” “What? Shit! No, I didn’t hear that. Your parents didn’t say anything about you the last time I saw them, but I’ve been staying away from the family too” Sam said. “I thought you had a girlfriend” Steven said. “Yeah, but we broke up a while ago. I was too interested in guys and we stopped having sex “ Sam replied. “Damn, I wish I had known. I always thought you were cute and you look even better now” Steven said as he looked over Sam standing in front of him in just a pair of tight trunks. His smooth, tan skin was interrupted by a thin treasure trail below his navel that disappeared into the shorts and light hair covered his legs. He had his hair tied up in a bun on his head and a small patch of hair on his chin. The trunks showed a nice bulge and a firm butt. Sam laughed and said “Same here. I fantasized a lot about getting you alone naked, but I tried to be straight and forget about that. I just couldn’t hide it any more.” “Mmmm, maybe we’ll have to make some of those fantasies come true then” Steven said with a sly grin. He moved closer to Sam and rubbed the back of his hand over his cousin’s chest, each knuckle rippling over his left nipple. Sam looked up at him smiling, but saying nothing. He was letting Steven do whatever he wanted. Sam may have been the older one, but it appeared Steven had more experience with men. Steven leaned in and began kissing Sam, the kiss getting more intense after Steven felt Sam pull him closer. Their tongues met and flicked across each other while their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Steven pulled back and pulled his shirt over his head before resuming their kiss. He felt Sam unbutton his jeans and then unzipping them and letting them fall to the floor. Sam pulled away from Steven’s lips and started kissing down his body, from his neck down to his chest where he sucked on both nipples briefly before getting on his knees and staring at the bulge in Steven’s boxer briefs. Steven moved his hand to the back of Sam’s head and pushed it to his crotch. Sam opened his mouth and gnawed at the cock through the fabric. Steven’s cock was getting harder and harder and Sam reached up and pulled the shorts down and licked up the shaft of Steven’s cock. He wrapped his lips around Steven’s cock and then pulled back, tugging on the foreskin with his teeth. Steven moaned and Sam started to bob on his cock, sucking on it and taking it deeper each time. Steven wondered how many cocks Sam had sucked since he seemed to be really good. Steven put his hands on Sam’s head and started to fuck his face. He could feel his cock nudge into Sam’s throat. He shoved in hard and held Sam’s head and he could feel Sam massage his cock with his throat. When he felt Sam start to struggle, he pulled his cock out and smiled at his cousin before slapping his cock on Sam’s cheek. He was about to shove his cock back into Sam’s mouth when Sam said “Fuck me, Steven. Its been a couple months since I had a cock inside me.” “You sure?” asked Steven. “Oh yeah, just go easy. I haven’t been fucked much” replied Sam. With a grin signaling ‘yes’, Sam stood up and led Steven to his bedroom. Sam shed his underwear and climbed on the bed on his hands and knees. Steven had grabbed his clothes and while walking to the bedroom pulled out the condom, lube and poppers. He tossed the brown bottle to Sam and said “Sniff this” while he took the condom out and rolled it on his cock. He dripped some lube onto Sam’s hole and rubbed some on the condom. He fingered some lube into Sam’s tight hole, carefully opening him up. As Sam inhaled he could feel Sam relax and told him to take a hit a couple more times. He was able to get two fingers into Sam’s hole and began to twist them around. He could hear gasps and moans coming from Sam and encouraged him to take another hit. Steven stroked his cock a few times and then added more lube to the loosened ring and pulled his fingers out. Steven pressed his covered cock to Sam’s pucker and leaned in, feeling it start to stretch until his cock entered his cousin’s pussy. Once past the outer ring, he paused waiting for Sam to get used to having a cock inside him again. He could sense Sam’s discomfort and waited a little longer until Sam settled down. Finally, Sam uttered “Oh fuck that feels good” and Steven knew he was ready and started to push deeper inside. Once he was half way in, he began to rock back and forth, fucking his cousin like he had wanted to do so many times. He took longer strokes and heard Sam moan louder. He hated the feeling of the condom on his cock, but didn’t want to poz up his cousin. Even worse, his cock didn’t feel as hard as it usually was when he fucked a guy. He tried fucking harder, hoping the friction would stiffen it up but that didn’t work. He pulled his cock out and stroked it with his hand, hoping to get his shaft rigid again. “What’s wrong?” asked Sam. Steven panicked. What was he going to say? “Uh, just having a problem with the condom. I don’t usually use them with my boyfriend, so its feeling uncomfortable” Steven told Sam. “Then don’t use it. I always wanted to feel what a bare cock felt like in me” said Sam. Now it was getting complicated. Steven didn’t want to tell him he was poz and he was scrambling for an excuse to give. “I promised Ryan I wouldn’t fuck bare with anyone else” Steven finally said. “Please, Steven. I need your cock back inside me. Condom or no” Sam begged. Steven tried to push his partially hard cock back inside Sam, but it just felt bad. He fucked that way for a few minutes and pulled out again. Sam turned around and yanked the condom off Steven’s cock and sternly said “Fuck me bare.” With a few more drops of lube and a few strokes of his hand, his cock was rock hard again and he shoved back into Sam. “Oh my god!” yelled Sam as he felt the first bare cock inside him. Steven started to pull Sam back on his cock as he thrust forward and Sam got the hang of fucking himself on Steven’s cock. Steven built up the force of his thrusts and was pounding Sam’s ass. He pulled all the way out and rammed back in, getting a loud grunt from Sam. “Oh, yeah Steven. Fuck me harder!” yelled Sam and Steven responded. When he felt he was getting close, Steven pulled his cock out and pushed Sam over on to his back. Steven grabbed his legs and moved closer as he lined his cock up to the slowly closing hole. He drove his cock in as he stared at Sam’s face, seeing him in total bliss. He worked up the pace of his strokes, feeling his body slap into Sam’s. He leaned down and kissed Sam as his hips rolled and his toxic cock pumped into Sam’s neg cunt. Steven leaned back and started hammering away at Sam’s hole and Sam began to stroke his cock which had been hard the entire time Steven had been fucking him raw. Steven drove his cock in all the way and ground his hips on Sam’s ass and started fucking again. He did it a few more times and then with his cock buried as far inside as it would go, Sam started shooting his load all over his stomach and chest. The orgasm milked Steven’s cock enough to trigger his own orgasm and he began to flood Sam’s cunt with his charged up seed. The pulses of cum kept pumping into Sam’s unprotected gut and he yelled out “Oh fuck yeah! I can feel you breeding me! It feels so good!” Steven was horrified. He tried to stop the orgasm and his cock shooting his deadly cum inside his cousin. He tried to pull out, but found Sam’s legs holding him tight. When the volleys of infected semen stopped, Steven collapsed onto Sam’s chest. Sam kissed him and held him tight and Steven was unable to move. Steven’s cock stayed firm inside Sam’s pussy, holding the bug filled load deep inside. They laid there for a while until Steven could roll over on his side and his cock finally pulled out of Sam. “Dude, that was so fucking hot. I can’t believe I finally got fucked raw and filled with cum. I’m never using a condom again” Sam said. Steven was torn whether he should tell Sam about the poz load in his ass. Before he could say anything, Sam pulled him off the bed and toward the shower. They rinsed off and Sam tossed him a towel. Steven dried off and tossed the towel back to Sam and started walking back to the bedroom. “What’s on your ass, Steven?” Sam asked. Steven froze, remembering the biohazard brand he had on his right ass cheek. “Holy shit. Is that a biohazard symbol burned into your skin?” Sam asked “Uh yeah. I got it as part of an initiation to a group I’m in” Steven said meekly. “Ummm. Does that mean you’re HIV positive?” Sam asked. Steven nodded and said “That’s why I didn’t want to fuck you bare.” “Oh my god. I have that big load of cum inside me. Now I’m going to be poz too” Sam said. Steven was quickly putting his clothes on, not sure what to do or say. “You can go to the emergency room and get a treatment to prevent it from infecting you or you can wait and see if anything happens” he said after a minute of the two staring in shock at each other. “I’m sorry. I tried to pull out but you wrapped your legs around me” he added. Sam looked stunned and showed Steven to the door in a daze. As he left, Steven said “Call me if you need to talk. Go to the ER now or tomorrow. You’ll be ok.” Steven walked home and laid on his bed. If it had been almost anyone else he wouldn’t feel so guilty. He went to classes the next day and just wandered aimlessly around campus afterwards. When he got home Joe and Kyle asked him what was wrong and he said “Nothing.” He laid on his bed and thought that maybe he should go take Sam to the hospital himself. “Sam’s an adult. He can take care of himself” he thought. After laying there for more than an hour he was about to get up and get ready for work when his phone buzzed and he read the text message from Sam - “When can we do it again? I want more of your cum.”

Here's part 2, guys. Hope you like it. My body was tingling all over from the drugs and I was so turned on by the four guys who were all there to breed my ass. My Dad had arranged it and now here I was feeling like I just wanted their cum loads, I needed them. Deep inside me. I didn’t care about anything else, except their hard cocks shoved inside me.

 Eric was the first to make a move. “Get up on the bed, faggot,” he said. I jumped up and got on the huge bed with my ass in the air. Eric shoved his hairy face up against my boy twat and started to eat my ass.

 I moaned in pleasure. Dean walked over and started to kiss me and then gave me another shotgun of T, like I needed to get any higher. He pulled away and said “we’re gonna get you fucked up, faggot, then rape you.” I just moaned. This guy knew exactly what I wanted.

Jose and Chris were making out with each other and passing shotguns back and forth.

Eric came up for air and I turned around to look at him. His beard was covered in cum that he had sucked out of my cumdump. Dean looked up and said “FUCK that’s hot.” He leaned over my back (not hard to do since I”m 5’5” tall) and licked the loads from my dad and the two Mall DILFs out of Eric’s beard. Then he leaned down to share them with me. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and I could taste the salty jizz that I love so much. We passed the loads back and forth until they were gone and then I felt Eric stand up.

Dean got up and Jose moved over on the bed to shove his fat, uncut 8” dick into my mouth. Eric pushed my head down onto Jose’s dick, and then my back down so my ass was higher in the air. 

 Then in one fell swoop, he plunged his cock (which was even bigger than Jose’s, maybe 9.5” also uncut) into my sloppy pussy.

I pulled up off Jose’s cock so I could moan loudly. 

“FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE. PLEASE BREED ME!”

All three of them laughed. Chris said “Fuck guys, I never though this guy would be both hot and such a dirty little faggot. Only 18 too. Must’ve had some early training.” He knew full well by whom.

I looked up at him and grinned, and then went back to sucking Jose’s fat cock without saying a word. Gotta have a secret or two and, besides, cocksuckers need to be dedicated to getting hard cocks ready to breed greedy cunts.

Eric had plunged his cock all the way inside my dumpster. He was almost as big as my Dad. 

“Guys, this kid……hey faggot, what’s your name kid? Besides whore, cocksucker and cumdump?"

I pulled my mouth off Jose’s cock long enough to say “Justin.”

Eric laughed and continued “well Justin here has a well used hole. My cock is pretty long and fat and it just slid right in with no resistance. Pretty sure he’s never said no to a cock in his whole life.”

“Nope,” I said, briefly pulling my mouth off Jose’s short, fat cock. It was so fat I could barely get my lips around it. I couldn’t wait to get it up my boy cunt. I hope they had all seen my profile that said “all loads up my fagdump. No load refused.” Behind me, Eric started to slide slowly in and out of my ass, making me moan with pleasure whenever his huge cock pulled all the way out and then plunged back inside me. Every time he pushed all the way inside me, my face was pushed all the way down Jose’s cock, and into my throat. Daddy always told me I was a great deep throater. Jose’s loud moans and muttering “filthy cocksucker,” seemed to agree.

I looked over and Dean had turned Chris around so we were side by side on the bed with our boy twats in the air. Chris was tall, and had a thin, muscular body with lots of body hair. His ass was big and round and begged to be bred.

“Come on Dean, give me another load. My hole is begging for it.”

Dean laughed and said “your hole is always begging for a load, dude.” 

Dean stood up and walked around behind Chris, and I could hear him slide his cock up Chris’ hole. As soon as he bottomed out, he pulled back and I could hear a squishing sound. Chris was clearly loaded up, too.

“Fuck man, I love your cock inside me,” Chris said. Those four guys who were here earlier really bred me good. Dean laughed and shoved his cock back in Chris’ hole which elicited more loud moaning.

“They sure did. Your cunt is really loose and sloppy. Just like I like it.”

Chris moaned and said “yeah, when one of them was pissing on me, he said they’d been partying for a while, but none of them had cum yet. I’m glad all four of them shot loads in my cunt. Two of them twice! Six loads enough to lube up your cock baby?”

 I looked over at Chris, who’s eyes were closed and his face contorted with the same feeling I had. I was serving my purpose. I was getting high and taking a strange man’s cock up my ass, and it felt great.

Chris opened his eyes and looked over at me, then he scooted over so we could make out while we were getting fucked.

He shoved his tongue in my mouth and we kissed passionately and he whispered “you have to let Dean fuck you. His cock is amazing.” 

“Eric’s feels fucking awesome,” I said, and Chris told me that Eric was his husband and they’d been breeding each other’s holes for 4 years. “Lucky you, you get that fat stick to breed you all the time!” He just smiled and laughed and then moaned as Dean bottomed out in his hole again.

 We both lay there moaning while getting our cunts pounded by two long, thick uncut cocks. I was in heaven since I also had Jose’s fat cock buried all the way inside my faggot throat. Just where Daddy wanted me to be. I wished he could be watching me get used like a whore.

Eric and Dean were making out while they were fucking us whores, and decided to switch. Chris and I both turned over and held our legs in the air while the boys spat on their cocks and slid them into the new cunt.

Chris was right, Dean’s cock was slightly fatter than Eric’s and was really splitting me open, assisted by my swirling brain which was incredibly high. Jose decided we were not high enough and pulled out the pipe and gave me a shotgun which I shared with Chris. We laid there with the two tops switching off (with Jose occasionally taking a dip in one cumdump or the other)for a while. We were both in cumdump heaven with our holes wide open, being raped full of big fat cocks. Dean, in particular, loved calling us both “whore,” “fag,” “rapehole,” and other nasty words. I loved it. It just made my cunt feel more appreciated. My normally fat, 8” uncut dick had turned into a cocklet, completely shriveled up and I couldn’t care less. My purpose was serving cocks with my hole. I was letting complete strangers shove their cocks up my ass and just for good measure, I had one shoved all the way down my throat.

We stayed like that for a while, with Dean and Eric trading off between Chris’ cunt and mine. Jose seemed to prefer having me suck his rock hard cock (I later learned he loved blow jobs more than fucking ass). Good thing, since the only thing I love more than a cock in my pussy is one shoved in my mouth. Dean was plowing my cunt and spinning out a long list of dirty words when he slowed down and said “you want my load whore? You dirty little faggot. You need my cum in your pussy?”

I pulled my mouth off Jose’s cock and moaned “yesssss…..please give me your load. I need your cum inside me."

Dean laughed, “Like you ever had a choice. Like I would waste this load of jizz anywhere but inside your filthy cumdump. Nasty little fag, whored out by your own Dad.”

With that, Dean sped up. I could feel the sweat dripping off his body onto my back, while he pounded my ass so hard I couldn’t keep Jose’s cock in my mouth. I couldn’t stop moaning, and begging. “Please, Dean, fucking give me your cum. Knock me up with your fucking babies. My pussy is made for cum. It needs cum.” Dean laughed again and said “I think that’s the only thing your cunt is for, taking loads."

With that he pounded me a few more times, and roared. “I’m FUCKING CUMMING, FAGGOT! TAKE MY LOAD YOU NASTY FUCKING WHORE.”

All I could do was keep moaning and saying “thank you, thank you, thank you…breed me! breed me! breed me!” Eric and Chris had stopped fucking with Eric’s fat cock shoved all the way inside his boyfriend’s cunt so they could watch Dean’s epic raping of my pussy.

Once Dean collapsed on my furry back, panting, with his fat cock still jammed up my gaping cunt. Eric started to speed up again, and this time it was Chris’ turn to start moaning and begging for a load. “Fuck, baby, I need your load. Knock me up. I gotta have your cum in my pussy. You know how much I love it…”

Eric laughed and said “fuck, I sure did marry a dirty little whore. You want my load baby? Tell me what you want, fag boy!”

“Yes, baby, I gotta have it. Give it to me, prove that I’m your dirty little cumdump property. Knock me up!” 

“Here it comes baby boy. Daddy’s gonna give you his jizz. You ready? BEG FOR IT WHORE!” “FUCK YEAH! BREED ME BABY! I gotta have your cum”

Then Eric slammed into Chris’ ass one last time and you could see his nuts throbbing and a huge load of jizz going into Chris’ greedy hole. 

Chris moaned and kept repeating “fuck, yeah, give me that load baby. Give your boy your load. I need it so bad.”

This time it was Eric’s turn to collapse. He rolled over on the huge bed and his cock slowly slid out of Chris’ cumdumpster with a SLURRRRP sound. His cunt was well used and he was a happy little whore with jizz slowly beginning to drip down his ass crack and onto his leg.

 Finally, Jose said “FUCK that was hot! You guys are all so fucking sexy! MY TURN! Then he shoved his cock back in my mouth and started fucking my face. He only took a few strokes before he unloaded a huge load of spunk inside me. I held his load in my mouth, and then leaned over and snowballed it to Chris. 

He moaned loudly and then passed it to Eric, who moaned as well and then sat up. Chris was still on his hands and knees when Eric leaned down and shoved his face in Chris’ gaping cunt. He pushed some of Jose’s load into Chris’ ass and then moved over, pushed Dean aside and gave me the rest of it in my cunt.

I moaned “FUCK YEAH! Thank you baby! Give me that jizz!”

We all collapsed, laughing, in a heap. Dean pulled out a pipe and said “which one of you dirty fags wants more?”

All four of us said “ME!” Dean took a huge hit off the pipe and shotgunned it to me. Then he said “let’s find some more pigs to rape these two cunts. What do you say?” I was passing the shotgun to Chris and both of us moaned at the prospect of more men coming over to use us like the dirty fags we are.

I met up with a 22-year old muscular, dark-skinned black college guy at his apartment about six months ago. He told me to let myself in the unlocked front door, lock it behind me, and come upstairs. His bedroom door was open, and there he was sprawled out naked, stroking his thick 9.5" cock. I noticed the blinds were open, clearly visible from the parking lot. For a moment, I hesitated, feeling uncomfortable with the idea of being seen in this way. As I started to approach the bed to take that beautiful bbc in my mouth, he ordered me to take off my pants and underwear. Then he got up off the bed and shoved me down with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed. He handed me a bottle of poppers and, in a stern voice, told me to take some deep hits because he intended to fuck me deep until he bred me--no stopping, no pulling out. So, I took four long, deep hits, and my head was spinning. He had lubed up his massive black cock with vaseline and indeed wasted no time. I felt his cock brush against my hole. Then he pushed hard, shoving his entire cock in my ass until his balls slapped my ass. I yelped out loud and he smacked my ass hard. He immediately started to piston fuck my hole and continued for nearly ten minutes. Suddenly he shoved his cock deep in my hole and announced he was breeding me. My prostate had been beaten up in the process, and I needed to cum so badly. I started stroking, hoping to release my load. But he pulled his cock out of my ass abruptly and told me to get dressed and leave. This week, out of the blue, he messaged me saying he needed to unload in some white pussy ass. I immediately responded and asked when he'd like me to drop by his apartment. He said he was working at the university library and was so horny that he wanted me to meet him there as soon as I could. At this point, I have no idea where exactly a safe meeting place might be in the library. He tells me to come to one of the men's restrooms on the third floor; he would be in the center stall and would open the stall door when I tap on it. It's late afternoon when I arrive, and there are far more students studying on that floor than I anticipated. When I enter the restroom, I notice there's no way to hide or be discreet when someone else enters. How the hell is this going to work? There are two guys at the urinals taking a piss, and they'll soon be out of the restroom. I walk past them to the stalls in the back, noting that the stall on the left is occupied. Nervous about getting caught, I lightly tap my foot under the center stall rather than tap on the door. He opens the door, and I see that he has his backpack and a jacket blocking the view of the next stall. Wasting no time, he turns me around, pulls down my pants, and sticks a spit-lubed finger in my ass. Conscious of the guy in the next stall (who is very quiet and might be cruising, I ponder), I suppress a moan. As he works a second and then third finger up my hole, I glance back and see him dribble spit into his hand. He gets his big black cock nice and wet. Without warning, he grabs me by the hips and literally shoves me down on his cock--all the way. His spit didn't provide enough lube, and the pain was horrible. But I couldn't even moan for fear of being caught. He pushed me down by the shoulders as hard as he could, impaling me on his ridiculously hard, rigid cock. He started to sway his hips, churning his dick deep in me. His dick was hitting my prostate, and it hurt. Then he starts lifting my body up and down on his cock. Periodically he would push me down hard on his cock. By this point, he's not even trying to be quiet. Thankfully I hear the guy in the next stall jacking his cock, and as I glance up, I see him peering over into our stall. It's another beefy black guy who, as I later find out, is on the football team. The fucking continues for another five minutes (which feels like an eternity at this point) until I feel his cock twitch. He's flooding my hole with his cum. Just like before, he tells me to pull up my pants and get out. So I scramble into the other empty stall with my pants pulled only halfway up. I can feel cum leaking out my used hole and dribbling down my legs. As I start to close the stall door, the big football player--who towered over me at nearly 6'5"--pushes it open. Aggressively, he pushes me over the toilet, pulls my pants down, and rams his beer-can thick 8" black cock in my ass. He had not lubed his cock, and even with the cum in my hole, the girth of his cock made it painful. I attempt to pull off his cock, but he grabs me hard at the waist and impales me repeatedly. I had willingly taken the previous cock, now I was basically being raped by a football player. The fucking continued for maybe two minutes, and he came deep in my ass--no words spoken. He zipped up his pants and quickly left the restroom. The guy in the next stall who had first fucked me walks over and tells me he had arranged for the football player to fuck me. He assumed I'd be fine with the forceful fuck. Out of breath, I just sighed and sat on the toilet, letting the cum leak from my battered hole. He was right: the whole scene was hot. But I couldn't believe it happened in a public place that was so risky. The football player messaged me and said he wants me to meet him at his apartment for fun sometime soon. I'll share the details when it happens...

6. The Glass Compound You ride the waves and don’t ask where they go You swim like lions through the crest And bathe yourself in zebra flesh The ’78 Camaro loaded with a 350-cubic inch V8, fender vents, dual exhaust and a full spoiler out back, roared down the LIE toward Manhattan. Chris’ brain was slowly descending down to earth, back into his body. He had no idea where it’d been, all he knew is it hadn’t been in his head for a long time. Nothing seemed real. Manetti didn't seem real. The powerful purr of the black muscle car didn't seem real. He looked over at Manetti sitting there all smug, all teeth. Manetti glanced sideways at him every now and then. Suddenly, without warning, rage overtook him and he flew into a fury, walloping Manetti on his arm, ribs, thigh—anywhere he could land a punch. “Ow!” Manetti laughed, his forearm up to block most of Chris’ jabs. “It’s not,” Chris landed hard, deliberate strikes against Manetti’s shoulder, “funny!” “Stop. Seriously." Manetti carved the road like he owned it, quickly jetting into the left lane with one hand on the wheel, zooming around a tan Buick, then swerving hard right back into his lane. "You’re going to get us killed.” “I thought you were dead, you shit pig fuck-face. Hate you!” Chris punched his arm. “Ow!” Chris' blows barely registered on Manetti's sculpted frame, but since it made Chris blow off steam he played up the injured act. “Seriously. Stop. Tell me, would you have gone with some escaped cons to do a job if I asked you? No, you would not. Your dumb ass had to be tricked.” Chris crossed his arms and said nothing. Manetti glanced sideways at him again. “Anyway, it was Master Drax’s idea, not mine.” He outstretched his hand and ran it down Chris' arm. Chris angrily brushed him off. Manetti eyed the gym bag; eyed Chris. “So—how much?” Chris turned, shouting, “They were going to kill me!” He turned back again, eyes front, clamming up. “Nah,” Manetti said with only a shade of doubt. “Yes they were. This close, pig fuck.” Chris was stone faced. Manetti let Chris’ accusation roll around in his mind. He, too, went silent for a while, but kept checking the bag Chris held so tightly. “Seriously,” he eventually said, “how much? Hundred K? That's what Drax thought.” Chris stared straight ahead. Manetti eyed him with raised eyebrows, impressed. “One fifty?” “Polanski almost strangled me to death!” Chris spewed, eyes still locked forward. Light was just starting to glow in the rear view mirror. Manetti rocketed the car up to ninety. They sat next to each other in the Camaro’s bucket seats, the gearshift separating them, yet they’d never been farther apart. Chris started shaking. The harder he tried to stop the more he shook. He was coming down from the meth and the adrenaline. He was also hallucinating badly. Unintelligible symbols stood out on the sides of building, on traffic signs, and on the billboards they passed. Egyptian symbols from an eighth grade text book spun out ankhs and sunrays from his fevered brain, falcons and crocodiles, snakes eating their tails, stone etched waves of water. It was more pronounced if he closed his eyes, so he gave into the visions and the tremors. Finally, breaking the silence as much to distract himself from what he was seeing as to confess to Manetti the terror of his last twelve hours, he said, “I shot a man.” “Who hasn’t,” returned Manetti much too quickly. Defensively. It was his turn to turn into a sphinx, steely-eyed, staring straight ahead when Chris looked over. The city glistened in the distance. Chris broke into tears, then quickly grew angry at himself, wiped his face, but the sudden convulsion had a calming effect. Admitting what he’d done, even to the stoic Manetti, eased his fever a bit. He looked into the green light of the dashboard. Watch the red needle twitch at eighty. Out of the blue, he volunteered, "Two." Manetti, from his own mind’s dark place, recalled he’d asked the kid about the money. “Two hundred K, huh?” He whistled. The edges of Chris' lips curled with an undercurrent of unexpected pride. “Not two hundred,” he clarified softly. “Two million.” He knew he wasn’t imagining this fact. He closed his eyes and saw the five rows times four columns times packets ten deep. It was two million dollars he pressed into his lap. Manetti inspected him and judged he wasn't joking. He pulled the Camaro to the side and skidded to a stop. Snatching up the bag, he unzipped it. Under damp t-shirts and jeans he found packet after packet of hundred dollar bills crammed inside. “Fuck. Dude.” He looked at Chris with his jaw open. It was the first time Chris had seen Manetti speechless. The man scanned the sparkling city ahead, looked back in the bag, and then back at Chris. He weighed the likelihood that the crooks had planned to kill the kid, thought about Drax’s involvement, his own complicity. The Camaro’s engine revved, then it tore out, making a U across the traffic island downing some orange cones, and sped away from Manhattan into the rising sun, roaring east along the LIE. *** The 6:45 ferry from Sayville sputtered across the choppy bay. Small, wispy clouds shone pink and gold, while the ferry bobbed, rising and splashing over rough water. Manetti had done a line of coke back in the parking lot before they left the Camaro. He'd offered a line to Chris who looked at him like he had to be a moron. Now his fingers flutter on his kneecap, deep in thought behind his shades. Chris, with both arms wrapped around his gym bag, and Manetti sitting next to him staring off into the distance, were the only passengers sitting on the ferry’s upper deck. When they boarded, they made a strange pair to the crew. A kid in a red track suit much too large for him, the other, a decked out brawny leatherman in jeans, shirtless vest, boots, leather cap, and mirrored sunglasses. Since the boat was heading for the gay mecca known as The Pines, Manetti was hardly an unusual sight, but the kid dressed like a ghetto rapper, now that was something the teenage crew took notice of. All that was missing was big gold chains and a sideways cap. Vanilla Ice in the house, yo, one of them joked in the wheelhouse. A noisy flock of seagulls escorted them across the water. The landing was fast approaching. The store, the motel, the disco became distinct entities as the boat cruised into the harbor. Manetti scrutinized each boat they passed, his mind brewing with plans. A sea plane was getting ready to fly out, having disembarked two passengers who were making their way down the landing. Chris thought he recognized the bigger of the two men—the distinctive mustache, the deep dimples in the handsome face framed by curly auburn hair. It had to be—it was!—the action star, Chuck Brunswick, from his favorite TV show, Stacks Lightning, devoutly watched when he lived at home. Wednesday nights, eight o’clock, every episode, including reruns. From age twelve when it first aired, he watched it for all the fast paced action, the exotic locales, Hawaii, New York, the Congo. By fourteen he became aware that almost every episode featured Chuck Brunswick without a shirt. By fifteen, the car chases lost his interest, as new interests emerged watching each episode alone in his bedroom on Ben’s old black and white TV, a Kleenex box next to him and the door securely locked. He’d been sleepy from the half hour crossing but now he was wide awake, excited. Here, within spitting distance, was a real TV star. And not just any TV star. He nudged Manetti and pointed. Manetti lowered his sunglasses and gave Chris a blank look, then went back to examining the boats. As the ferry passed, Chris made out the famous tuft of dark chestnut hair sticking out the man’s aqua polo shirt. He didn't know the other guy. They were wheeling black suitcases that both had lightning bolt decals on them. The teenage crew cut the engines to prevent unnecessary wake that would disturb the harbor’s yachts. As they neared the dock, all but the captain scuttled downstairs. They threw open the side door and tossed a line to one of the crew members that had jumped off. With the boat secured, they slid out a ramp. One of the teenagers pointed out the actor to his mates, as the celebrity and his companion rounded the corner of the thumping disco. Chris flew down the boats steep stairs, Manetti barely keeping up. "That's Chuck Brunswick up ahead," Chris said to Manetti on the ramp. Even though he was still miffed with Manetti, seeing someone so famous he couldn't hold in his excitement. "Who?" Manetti said. "He does that show Stacks Lightning,” Chris explain. Still Manetti was clueless. “Where he's a spy? Always chasing bad guys in cars and boats, and sleeping with lots of babes?" "Oh," Manetti said with distain. "An actor." Chris gave Manetti a sour look. They trailed the TV star and his companion for several blocks. The disco discharged a few revelers coming out bleary-eyed, squinting and shading their eyes to adjust to the morning light. Chris speaking about Chuck Brunswick was the first time in hours they’d spoken. Right after they left the outer borough, Manetti told Chris he'd made an executive decision. Drax could wait. He was enacting his own Plan B and that meant visiting an old friend in The Pines. Eyeing the tall, broad-shouldered actor ahead on the boardwalk, Chris ventured, "So everybody here’s queer?" Manetti confirmed with a nod. Chris contemplated that. The boardwalk was uneven and Manetti in boots was trying to take it slow and not trip. After several more blocks, seeing they were falling further and further behind the TV star, Chris groaned, “How much farther is your friend’s house?" Manetti told him it was at the end of the boardwalk. Chris frowned, and gave into Manetti slower pace. "Then how far is the beach," Chris asked. Manetti nodded at an approaching walkway. Chris peered down the path and saw shimmering waves. "If we’re not going to catch him, I want to walk on the beach," he said, turning down the walkway without waiting for Manetti. Manetti huffed. Boots in sand would be harder than the uneven boardwalk, but he followed the kid anyway. Specifically, he followed the green gym bag. On the beach Chris' mood brightened considerably. He was almost his old self. He’d pulled off his sneakers and socks, and wiggled his toes in the sand as he trotted next to the crashing waves. The sound of the sea, the salt spray, cold early morning sand—it was a reminder of home. It cleared his senses. He picked up a driftwood stick and drew a line in the sand in front of him, jumped over it, then flung the stick into the foam. The houses that lined the beach were grand. Rich in wood and glass, they were tributes to wealth—honestly made or otherwise. Large two story structures, all with decks and pools, all stacked alongside each other. One, he observed, had sliding windows who's four large glass panes folded right into the walls, leaving the living room’s fourth wall completely open. Another one had a pool whose beach front side was a giant window of glass. Two joggers in speedos, a blond and a curly red-head, passed him. They turned their heads back to get a look at the kid in the hip hop getup. They laughed when they saw it was a young white kid. To Chris they looked like models out of a magazine—flawless, tanned, manikin smooth, air-brushed generic. Manetti tromped behind trying to catch up. Once he did, he draped his arm across Chris' shoulder and told him to take it easy on him. Chris smiled to himself. "This is just like Long Beach," he said. "This is just like Long Beach?" Manetti questioned. "See." He stopped and turned to the ocean. "This beach is like facing south. Most everything on the west coast faces west, and on the east coast faces east. But here, the ocean faces south. In California, Long Beach is the only place that faces south, like here, see?" "Well, I did not know that," Manetti responded. Chris had lost the Prior Puss, and he had to admit, with the kid beaming like he was, he could do him right here out in the open. "Ya know,” Manetti said, “I'm from Long Beach, too. Long Beach, New York." "Well, I did not know that," Chris mimicked Manetti with his own words. They exchanged a smile, the first in a long, long time. Genuinely interested, he asked, "Where's your Long Beach?" They had started walking again. "It's about forty miles ‘at-a-way." Manetti pointed straight ahead. Chris wanted to know if they could walk there from here. "Only if you're Jesus," Manetti replied, and they laughed. A couple of waves crashed to shore as they padded through the sand. For a few minutes they were silent, just listening to the sea’s rhythm, a set of waves, a pause, then another set, on and on. Manetti cocked his head to one side, said with wistfully, "It's one of the first things Ben and I found we had in common. Long Beach." Manetti questioned why he volunteered that. Immediately he regretted it. Chris looked over at Manetti. Was he sad? Sad didn’t fit his image of him. He tried to read Manetti, but behind the mirrored sunglasses, staring down the beach, he was impenetrable. "Do you think he's all right?” Chris wondered aloud. “Ben is?” "Like I said, he's changed." It was Manetti's turn to clam up. They trooped through the sand. There weren't many more houses left before the town ended and turned to forest. “So what’s Plan B,” Chris asked. “Hmm.” Manetti took his time. “We’re dropping in on a regular of mine. His name’s Tobias Glass. Real rich. A real pig when you get him going. He was this child actor way before my time, now he has a Village cabaret act. Show tunes and shit. He’s gonna take one look at you and will want to eat you up. Don’t let ‘em unless I get a cut.” Chris laughed nervously. “He’s got connections. If anyone can find us a boat, he can. Then we’re off to the Caribbean or South America—Belize maybe. Your choice.” Chris listened to him. Then stopped dead in his tracks. “Wait. You want to leave the country with the two million? Without Ben? Screw over Master Drax? Are you out of your fuckin’ out mind! Master Drax will skin you alive! Me too, probably Ben just for being related to me. That’s your brilliant Plan B? Neg-a-tive,” he said, shaking his head. He turned around and started walking back to the ferry dock, when Manetti hooked him with two words. “Ben’s here.” Chris halted abruptly. “Where?” He glared at Manetti. “A couple possibilities.” He waited till Chris walked back to him. “I have other clients on the island. One of them had purchased time with Big Ben, as he’s called. That was a week back. If you let me do a little digging, Chief, give me some time, I think I can find him, then the three of us can sail right off the map.” He approached Chris, closing in the final pitch, “do you know what kind of life we’d have, baby?” He reached under Chris’ baggy shirt and pinched his tits. “A life on the run, is my guess. Brody and Polanski said Master Drax actually cut the skin off a guy named Jackson.” “Then Jackson was stupid. We’re not stupid.” Chris was standing his ground in the sand even with Manetti playing with his nipples. “C’mon, will you at least give me twenty-four hours, let me ask around for Ben, and a boat?” Manetti cozied up intimately right in Chris’ face. He drew his hands down around Chris’ bubble butt, stroking it lovingly, pushing Chris’ crotch into his own. He felt Chris stir. Chris pushed his hands away and resumed their trek with a bit of a stiffy swinging in his jogging suit. “Twenty-four hours—but you have to find Ben. And I’m not letting go of my bag.” Manetti saddled up next to Chris, draping his arm over his shoulder, pulling the kid up under his hairy armpit, assured his scent carried its own persuasion. They walked in step but Chris became increasingly conflicted. “So if you find Ben, then what? That’s going to be a whole other can of worms. You, me, Ben.” “Are you shittin’ me?” Manetti erupted skyward in a wail of laughter. “Do you have any idea of the fucked up groups Ben and I have been in—on and off camera? Ask me about us and my step dad at that skanky Jersey motel shoot. Better yet, don’t. Talk about awkward—but even that turned out interesting once Drax got the cameraman naked. Family on family make up half the porn industry.” Manetti pointed to the last staircase on the beach before the town turned to forest. They veered toward it. At the top of the stairs, a large wooden fence extended from the beach back to the main boardwalk. Halfway along the fence they came across an archway with a large weathered door. "This is Glass' compound. He won't be up for hours, but I know where he keeps a spare." He reached up inside one of the sconces and produced a key. He opened the door and they entered a courtyard that could have been in the middle of Japan. The garden was lush in greenery and rich in detail—a Buddha serenely rested on a mound of green moss; an area of white sand raked with wave-like patterns surrounding an upright rock; trickling water flowed out a bamboo branch splashing onto a bowl of black, smooth stones. They crossed a red lacquered bridge that extended over a pond filled with lily pads. The light through the overhanging branches played on the water, and beneath the covering large fish swam, their scales, luminous red and orange, sparked like underwater fire. Coy fish, Manetti told Chris. The pond was fed by a running stream that ran throughout the compound. If silence could make a sound it was this. They came to the compound’s courtyard. Manetti stopped Chris and pointed. A doe and her fawn stood at the forest’s edge, nibbling sprigs of grass they could reach through a broken slat in the wood fence. Chris couldn’t help himself and gasped just loud enough to prick up the doe’s ears, and the two disappeared into the dense forest. A swimming pool, outlined with grey slate, laid in the center of the compound. Four structures surrounded it. The main house, closest to the beach, wasn't very big, but beyond the plate glass and sliding windows, Chris saw it was minimally but opulently furnished. Sleek black couches were in the living room, and a white grand piano stood in a corner with a large dining room standing in the cool shadows. The remaining three independent structures were cabanas. Each with a large picture window. Each with their curtains drawn. The sound of someone lightly snoring came out of the cabana on the far side of the pool. In the cabana to their right, men murmured within. Two wheeled suitcases parked next to the door. Chris pulled excitedly on Manetti’s arm pointing to lightning bolt decals on the suitcases’ sides. Manetti shook him off and went into the last cabana. He came out motioning for Chris to come in. They went in and Chris immediately ran into his reflection in a tall full-length wooden mirror. Seeing himself in his baggy red track suit for the first time he thought no wonder he got strange looks. He dropped his shoes and flopped backward on the feathery bed. Though the room was warm and stuffy, he melted into the cool white comforter. Manetti opened a high window and a skylight to get a cross-breeze going. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots, ran a hand through his hair. In the full-length mirror he looked at his own reflection. Maybe he’d wait for the kid to fall asleep and just run off with the money. That would be the simplest plan. What kept him here? The Prior brothers? Talk about not simple. He knew he was a mass of contradictory impulses, had known it for a long time, ever since he moved to New York, probably before if he let himself think about it. He refused to go there. He pushed off his jeans and underwear, and tossed off his cap. Down to just his skin and leather vest, he crawled over to Chris, who turned away from him, not mad but exhausted. Manetti scooched closer till he was spooning the boy. Chris didn't protest, even when Manetti pressed his erection into the butt of his track suit. Earth quickly was falling away as he fell deeper into the soft bed, deeper down the rabbit hole of this new life. He felt the buckle unfasten on his belt, and Manetti pulling down his pants. His butt exposed, he fell asleep dreaming he was on a train, then he became the train, specifically the train coupler, those metal clasps that, like hands, fold into one another to secure train cars together. Somewhere in the world he felt Manetti couple into him, acquire a hold, while he allowed the rod to enter, then gripped it from slipping out of his ass. Who held whom? Manetti lifted off Chris' top and pulled his skin into him. Pelt on hairless boy, hairless boy melting into a bed of fur. Manetti entering him deeper made him moan in his sleep. His ass was still tender, he protested semi-conscious but didn't reject. Manetti went deeper still. Chris gasped louder, struggling to overcome the pain he still felt from the recent abuse. Manetti's ridged pole did not give nor forgive, it pushed in beyond the pain. Chris pushed back, impaling himself, deep, seizing on the pain to raise himself out of his hazy sleep, not ignoring the penetrating object but beginning to ride it, riding Manetti, forcing himself to feel the pain, want the pain, waking with the pain. Manetti obliged. He was good at his craft. He was the best rough trade in town, wearing nothing but his leather vest and a hard on, sticking it to the boy. He would teach Chris to be rough, hardened like him. He pushed the boy's pants off his ankles, pulled out of Chris’ hole, raised the boy’s leg and was back on top of Chris, penetrating him, before Chris even realized how he’d accomplished the feat. He looked into Chris' face, pushed his massive erection further now that he could lay his crotch directly over Chris' open cavern. The added inch made Chris lurch in pain from the spot where Brody had fisted him too deep. Manetti waited right on that torturous spot, neither retreating nor pushing him beyond it. He waited, making only the slightest of movements, an itch to scratch, waiting and watching Chris’ face turn from pain to desire. He brushed away a lock of blond hair that had caught in an eyelash. He kissed his mouth. Chris opened for him. Once Manetti saw lust in Chris’ open eyes he turned his attention to his bucking hole. He stayed in a holding pattern, enjoying the pleasuring of expanding Chris' hole with his growing shaft, feeling it surrender to him completely. The cabanas always had supplies of lube and poppers, among other pleasures, tucked away in the nightstands. Manetti reached in the drawer and withdrew some mentholated cream on his fingers. As he gently fucked Chris’ hole, sensually stimulated his opening with his massive bush, he added a finger, then two, to pull the boy’s hole wider. Chris objected, saying it hurt, but with the mentholated cream soothing his tender canal. Manetti convinced the boy with few words that this is what he wanted. With four fingers lathered he pulled his dripping cock out and replaced it with his large palm. He took all the time necessary for Chris to accept his hand, pulling out a bit when he reach his second knuckles. He could sense Chris wanting him to push in again. He did, sliding four fingers up to the third knuckle, then held there, looking for Chris’ eyes to say yes. He knew the boy was deciding and he’d abide by his decision. He felt the clenched muscles in Chris’ ass relax and he went in an inch more, up to the web of his thumb. He chanced a half rotation, another test to see where Chris’ mind and body were. After a second, he felt he boy bear down on his hand, a signal of his willingness to surrender his hole. Manetti removed his hand as Chris moaned his disappointment. “Take one of the poppers, boy. That tall one.” Chris obeyed. It was one of Manetti’s favorite English poppers, much stronger than its American counterpart. He greased his whole hand with the mentholated cream to overcome the fear Manetti believed the convicts instilled. He pushed a wad of grease into the boy’s crack and smeared it around with three fingers, then pushed those three fingers back into his chute. They slid in easily. Manetti added a fourth and told Chris to take a hit. He waited till Chris recapped the bottle, then slid his thumb in, told Chris to look at him. Chris was trying to focus his gaze on Manetti, and Manetti saw the moment the poppers kicked in. Chris hole grew relaxed and wide as lust for Manetti pushed his hand over Manetti’s palm. In one constant movement the boy mounted Manetti’s whole hand and slid his entrails over the ridges down to the man’s hairy wrists. He felt each strand of hair slide through his loosened sphincter. Manetti slowly twisted his wrist tickling the cunt he was giving the boy. Knuckles ground against sensitive walls, the wrist’s black fur slithered over the exposed sphincter nerve endings, silent fingertips touched blind boundaries that yielded, surrendering Chris’ resistance to Manetti’s will. Manetti fisted Chris’ mind even more than his body. Chris’ synapses were firing and he was helpless to resist Manetti’s mastery. The sensations painful and inviting. The cold-hot feeling in his loins made his body undulated onto Manetti’s hand, like a snake swallowing a mouse. Manetti’s hand went further into his hole, further than it had ever been. “Take three more hits, boy,” instructed Manetti. Chris again obeyed. Manetti applied more salve over his wrist and this time over his forearm while Chris huffed and replaced the cap. His eyes were glued on Manetti. Manetti watched as a lewdness sweep across the boy, not just his face but over his whole body, his mouth open just as his hole was opening. Of his own volition he crawled down further onto Manetti’s wrist and the boy began the journey of the man’s hirsute forearm. Manetti flexed his wrist twisting in exploration of where his hand was in the boy’s body, and where it should go next. He straightened his hand and slowly pulled the boy’s colon away from its mooring so that the passage extended along the length of his forearm. It was a long process, he knew, that would change the boy forever. Chris traveled halfway down Manetti’s forearm before he realized how deep Manetti was inside him. A world of pleasure exploded in his core, physically and mentally, when he looked in the full-length mirror and saw how much of Manetti’s forearm he’d taken. And still he slid ever deeper on the proffered arm. He inched serpentine-like, feeling the ancient original sin drawing him on, driving him deeper into it, not able to get enough of the pleasure Manetti was offering. He saw Manetti had no boundaries either and wouldn’t stop until Chris satisfied the powerful lust he had for him. Yes, it meant physically Chris wanted the fucker’s whole arm up him, but the revelation, rational or not, was that he wanted to make his body an offering to the man. “I want,” Chris moaned as he agonized over ever scintilla he could take of Manetti, “all of you.” But he was fighting a two stage battle: for every millimeter he took in of Manetti’s hand, he also had to accommodate the ever-widening girth of forearm. Manetti thick, muscular arm was as much of a challenge as taking his hand ever-deeper. This is when Manetti took over. “Take another hit, baby. Relax. Lay down. Daddy’s gonna drive.” While Chris prepared himself with a deep inhalation, Manetti’s other hand played with Chris’ cock. His greasy hand toyed with the boy’s balls and ran numbing fingers over the boy’s nub. The cooling sensation wasn’t lost on the boy. His groin joined the sensation of coolness his whole ass was feeling inside as well. Far from numb, his body was on fire and able to take more intense sensation, a deeper fisting, than when the convict were pummeling him. Now between the poppers and the looseness of his body, as well as the loosening of his morals and inhibitions, he began writhing in pure sensuality when he felt Manetti curling his fingers inside him balling into a fist. “Yeah. Fuck yeah. Fist my hole, daddy,” Chris hoarsely cried. Manetti’s balled fists slowly pulled out to the edge of Chris’ sphincter, giving it such a beautiful stretch, he could see his black wrist hair through the translucent taut pink skin of Chris’ ass lips. Chris’ gulped in air as Manetti encouraged him to take it, take it. He could see Chris’ couldn’t sustain such rapid breathing nor such an intense stretch. Manetti pushed back inside to the depth where he started. It was nautical miles of sensations traveled in two second through Chris’ hole. All the nerves stroked went straight to his brain—hole to brain skipping the rest of his body. The boy’s synapses could hardly keep up. Desire and sensation manifest in deranged calls to fuck my hole, daddy, open my pussy, give me a sloppy cunt, with Manetti responding, encouraging, validating everything Chris was saying. “You like daddy giving you a cunt.” “Yes, daddy, open my hole.” “You want daddy to fuck you like this.” Agreement. More aggression. The fist came out and immediately pushed back to try to get in. It took a moment, but both of them wanted it, so it slid right in. Making the initial break and re-entry, triggered something in both of them. They wanted more just like that. Obscene wet farts emitted from Chris’ ass. Each fart increase the capacity to take Manetti’s fist deeper into him. They were in a cycle of passion—Chris wanting to give, Manetti wanting to take. Chris could see, and Manetti approved, that after several punches, Chris’ hole blossomed into a small rosebud. Manetti encouraged it, tended to this new flower, inserted a single finger to wiggle around in it, excite the bloom to display more itself. “Look in the mirror,” Manetti said, pulling Chris’ ass lips apart, showing the boy what his opened hole looked like. “Push,” he ordered and Chris bore down, and a small mushroom sprouted from his hole. At the center, the beginning of his red inner flesh peeked through. Manetti resumed methodically fisting his hole. For the next hour he put Chris through practiced paces, training him to think about nothing but being a hole. After crouching then kneeling off the bed, Manetti grew restless. Slowly he adjusted his position and slid up next to Chris parallel to his body, his head next to Chris’ open hole. The position also afforded Chris the ability to pleasure Manetti’s stiffened member sticking up right in front of him. With intense gratitude triggered by Manetti manipulating his hole, Chris sucked Manetti with an urgency of the famished. His throat opened and the whole shaft went down till his face was smothered in thick, black bush. And now Manetti, lying next to the boy, with less force but deeper penetration, could maneuver his hand easily, pushing Chris to his limits. Chris handed him the opened popper bottle to share. After his first hit, the man felt the intensity of his lust boil over, let the chemicals overtake him and felt deeper inside the kid’s colon. He traced the boy’s resisting internal muscles, teased them relentlessly with his middle finger until they submitted and he won another quarter each of Chris’ body. Methodically, while Chris nursed his cock, he gained more territory that almost took Chris to the crook of his arm. Chris ran his hand over Manetti’s arm to feel how far his forearm with inside. He felt how close he was to the man’s elbow. Carnal thoughts about Manetti raged inside. He lifted his leg like a submissive dog so Manetti had easier access, to take as much of him as he wanted. At the same time he lifted Manetti’ leg and went in search of the man’s nougaty center. It didn’t take him long to find Manetti’s spongy hole. Licking it only made it expand. The sixty-nining of pleasure drove them both to experiment. With Chris’ leg in the air Manetti felt free to pull apart the kid’s pussy, grab hold of his leg and pull out and push back in. It made Chris crazy. Chris reciprocated by finding the nightstand lube and applying it to Manetti sprouting rectum. With a slippery hand he pressed into Manetti who readily gave way. His hand easily slipped into the man, and for the first time he felt what a real sloppy hole felt like. His hand balled into a fist as soon as he entered. He was spelunking deep inside a cavern that seemed endless. There was no resistance as he passed his wrist deep into what felt like a second opening. Manetti bore down on the kid’s fist and the kid’s forearm easily slid deep into Manetti’s hairy hole. As much as he thrilled at what Manetti was doing inside him, it was compounded by how he got off watching the hairs around Manetti’s hole slide in and out with each pump he produced. They glided into each other with gratifying moans each time they crossed a new boundary. With bodies pressed against one another, their free hands ran across skin, stroking cocks, squeezing balls, running a big hand over smooth skin, running a small hand over muscled fur. They couldn’t get enough of each other. When Chris passed his elbow through Manetti’s hole, the man cried out and told Chris to pull back. Chris stopped, followed through with how Manetti had been treating him, slowly rolled his fingers across the sealed chamber that then opened like a camera lens and he passed his small hand through. Manetti eased out of Chris and fell on his back. He put one leg over Chris’ torso so the boy was at an advantaged angle to penetrate him further. Chris rolled the poppers to him. Manetti wiped the grease off the bottle cap, unscrewed it and inhaled deeply. Chris knew by now how easy it was to finger a resisting wall, feel for the blood pumping through the thin, retreating membranes, and allow Manetti to internally guide him where his hand should travel. Working together, Chris found the small opening each hit of poppers revealed. He followed the opening that unveiled new chambers his hand could conquer. When he was up to his bicep, Manetti was twitching in ecstasy to the point where he couldn’t take it. He signal for Chris to withdraw. Chris didn’t move but left his hand exactly where it was. Manetti pleaded for him to back off, but Chris laid there tranquilly. Manetti found he was starting to rut on Chris’ small arm, fighting within himself whether he want more or wanted release. In a fog, the man lifted his head to find Chris smiling ear to ear. “You little fucker,” he said to Chris, and started the long journey of extracting the kid’s arm from his body. Chris helped him to withdraw but not completely. After a number of inches of relief, Chris would go back into Manetti’s colon, which Manetti was not completely opposed to. But it soon it became a matter of will as opposed to sensation, and Manetti refused the kid’s domination. Manetti crab walked back the last of Chris’ forearm ordering him to let him go. Like a lizard losing its tail, Manetti shot off the last foot of Chris’ arm. His cock dripped with pre-cum, and where he’d dragged his ass over the sheets, there was a trail of brown mucus. “You little fuck. Get over here. Lick that up,” he said grabbing Chris’ neck, pushing him into the slime. “Lick it up, I said.” Chris did. Much too eagerly. Manetti struggled to regain dominance after surrendering his hole so completely. He flipped the kid on his back. Chris’ chest and crotch were coated in the brown sludge. From the skylight the sun shown on the kid’s stained face. He glistened in contented degraded radiance. Manetti slapped the smile off his face, pulled up his legs and stuck his cock all the way to the root in one surge. Chris grunted, but was so opened, he welcomed him inside. Manetti soon found a rhythm that included slapping the kid's ass. He soon found his breath accelerating. Chris was beneath him taking in all the pleasure of his pounded flesh. He reached up and twisted Manetti tits, which made Manetti hammer him faster and harder. The boy wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, bucked up his ass with equal fervor. As the pulse of their fucking increased, their fierce pace drawing to an inevitability, Chris took one of Manetti’s hands curled on the side of his head and placed it on his neck. He took Manetti's other hand and placed that too on his neck. Manetti recognized what the boy was asking for. Like the rough trade he’d been trained to be, he obliged. He started squeezing his neck as Chris stroked his dick with increasing desperation. Manetti was good rough trade, fuck no, he was great rough trade! He was all powerful, in control, scum fuck bad ass rough trade. He was back in the saddle, enjoying how he was abusing his bottom boy. He watched Chris' face turn bright red, watched his eyes bulge, watched him struggle silently beneath his crushing hands. Chris’ hands clasped around Manetti’s wrist, feeling the strength, their girth, the hair. When Manetti erupted inside Chris, Chris exploded over him even harder. Beneath his easing hands, the unconscious kid flopped a few time like a landed fish. The little fuck even had a smile on his face while he rasped in a daze. Manetti’s pubes rested between Chris’ hairless cheeks. As he laid on top of him, his dick draining the remains of his wad, he felt small internal clutching like he was being milked by the boy. That, too, quieted after a few moments. As his breathing returned to normal, he examined this blond hair kid’s young face beneath him. He pushed back some of his matted hair caked with shit juice. What exactly did he think he could teach this street urchin, this abused stray puppy about being hardened, about being rough? Jesus fuck, whatever the men in his family had done to him was already hard-wired in his brain. It was buried so shallow under the surface, only a scratch revealed it. Passed out, Chris’ legs slid down Manetti’s thighs and Manetti rolled off him, still hard, his chest covered in the kid’s spooge. On his back, mindlessly he traced a finger through a string of the kid’s white sperm. He tasted its warm saltiness. He followed passing clouds in the skylight, heard Chris breathing beside him. He could see both Prior brothers were fucked up, out of control, but in opposite ways. Well, he was a fuck up too, wasn’t he? Sure, he’d promised he would find Ben. He knew he could. But would bringing them together defuse Ben or detonate Chris? Or maybe it’d be the other way around. Either way he’d be in the cross-hairs, suffer the collateral damage. It was stupid to care about either of these stupid brothers. It was stupid for a hustler to even care at all. He got up to take a shower, and spied the gym bag on the nightstand. The smartest thing to do would be to swipe the kid’s bag while he was still out and roar off in his Camaro. He looked at the mess sprawled on the bed, this sprawled out filthy mess of a kid. Looking at himself in the mirror, he ran a hand through his mane. Yeah, he’d swipe the money. That was the smart move. Uncomplicate things. Make a clean break. Yeah, he convinced himself, right after a shower.

I was out of town on business. Of course, I stopped in at the baths. It was half price lockers and rooms that night. So even though it was a weeknight, the place was packed. I had a lot of fun. Sucked a couple of cocks, got fucked by a so-so guy...just to get things going, and fucked a couple of willing holes in the steam room. But I held my nut. Still, I was feeling very randy and my inhibitions, if I had any by that point, were fully suppressed. I had just finished fucking a boy and headed to the shower. And there he was...barrel chested, massive arms, broad shoulders, a bit shorter than me, red hair, blue eyes, MAJOR beard, and random tattoos EVERYWHERE that seemed to float above his pale skin. Stunning. And the fucker had a damn thick fucktool hanging between his legs and HUGE balls. Just scorching hot. He was standing there in the shower rinsing off and chatting-up who I assume was either his buddy or his most recent fuck. I wasted no time. None. Too much competition around for me to play it cool. He didn't even see me walk into the shower area. I walked directly up to him and grabbed his fat swinging meat. He turned to me. And before he could say a damn thing, I leaned in close, eye to eye, and said "Room 221...NO LIMITS. ANYTHING you fuckin want!". I held his cock and his gaze for a moment longer, letting him know I meant what I said. The look in his eyes and the feel of his fuckpole told me my message had been received. I turned and walked away before he could say a word. I went back to my room and waited. Stroking my cock in anticipation. I didn't have to wait long before he walked in, his towel dropped to the floor and so did I. I hit my knees and sucked his beautiful thick meat. He seemed to like it, but it wasn't getting him too hard. Abruptly, he turned around, put one foot up on the mattress and parted his ass. NOT what I had expected. But OK. I started licking his freshly washed fuckhole. Pink, tender, and oh so warm. I rarely eat ass, but this guy made me want it. (His being freshly washed certainly helped.) "Fuck, man - put it in me" he growled. OK...not what I was looking for, but also not a problem. As I had laid down some good spit and I was rock hard, I slid right in and pushed my entire weight against his. Be began cursing me. Actually growling. Ordering me to get on with it. Commanding me fuck him. So I did. Oh yeah...I did... I fucked him standing, bent over, legs up and a couple of other ways I cant even remember. And as I fucked him he became super hard. All the while cursing me out like a sailor. The more I long dicked him, the filthier his language, and the harder he got. And I mean, that cock was hard as steel - a nine inch wrecking bar. Suddenly, he ripped himself away from me. Quite violently, really. Then pulled me up to him. There was fire in his eyes. “Gonna pound your fuckin’ cunt!”. He spit those words at me. “Understand?!”, it was NOT a question. He smacked me hard across the face. I was stunned for a moment. He took control of my body; with absolute authority he pushed me to my knees on the rack. “Gonna split your fuckin pussy!”, he hissed as he brought his cock up my crack. I had no time to lube his cock or my hole. In a hot second he punched himself into me and was all-out pounding my hole from behind with THE HARDEST DAMN COCK I've ever taken. Sweat providing the only lube I would get. I was breathless. Overwhelmed. Pinned down by his steel rod pistoning into me without mercy, I flailed under him. He got loud - I got loud. He got louder. My senses were overwhelmed. I was sweating like I never had. The room was an oven. I opening the door. I was getting the fuck of my life and I needed to be seen...seen being used like meat. The doorway quickly filled with admirers. “Game On, Fuckhole!”, he sneered wickedly at me as his holewrecking intensifed. And he absolutely ravaged, RAVAGED, my cunt...viciously fucking me. Urgently, savagely - like a piece of meat - he yelled out “You like this, fuckhole? You like being used like a BITCH?!” He was a man posessed. He was assaulting my hole. Angry fucking with a vengeance I had never experienced. I fought to catch my breath. He slapped my ass - HARD. This was an animal charging up my hole. A force of nature, unstoppable. His rail splitter destroying my cunt. "THIS WHAT YOU WANT? THIS HOW YOU NEED IT?!”, he yelled. “Yeah...yeah...use it...take me...breed me...”, I stammered. My hole being absolutely wrecked. ”Oh you’re gonna get it, fuckhole....and you’re gonna get SOOO MUCH MORE!” As those words passed his lips, a long string of precum practically poured out of my turgid cock. I moaned at the prospect of this animal charging up my cunt. “Do it, fucker! Do it! CHARGE ME UP!!” I cried...I begged. ”You want it?! YOU WANT MY TOXIC LOAD, FUCKHOLE?!” I could tell he was barely holding it back. ”DO IT, FUCKER! PAINT MY GUTS! POZ. MY. FUCKIN. CUNT!” That’s all he needed. He dug his fingers into my flesh and he let loose an primal yell as he filled my wrecked pussy with his toxic load. Over and over he spasmed and spunked inside me. He churned his cream into me. Then he leaned in and growled in my ear, “I just fuckin’ POZZED your ass”. And that’s all it took - for the first time (in a long time) I shot a hands free load. Mind blown. I was gone. We, both of us, fell onto the rack - panting. My hole destroyed and distended. Wrecked. Beleive it or not, a smattering of applause came from the half dozen of so men watching at the door. We both had forgotten about them. “Thank you...thank you...don’t forget to tip your waitress!”, I announced as I closed the door. We had a really good laugh at that. An honest hearty bellylaugh. He was smiling sweetly through the thicket of his beard. The demon that had destroyed my hole was gone. The fire in his eyes was quenched - now a beautiful cool blue. My god he was beautiful. He pulled me against him. We lay there catching our breath. He ran his fingers on my wrecked, distended pussy...making me moan...making me whimper. We chatted awhile. Turns out; he is a natural top, actually hates getting fucked. His cursing me out? Not a show. But he can only get hard enough to fuck if he's been fucked first. Takes all kinds, huh? I told him how hot he looked in the shower, how fucking majestic his cock is, and how awesome a fucker he is. He actually blushed at that. This bull of a man BLUSHED at a compliment. Wow. All the while, his finger circled my pussylips...absently...like he owned it. And in fairness, he had every right to do so, for this bull of a man had claimed it like NO man ever had. He told me about his tats. He said he liked to my no nonsense attitude and complimented me for not pussying out on my no limits promise. That he rarely got to go balls out savage like he just had with me. He said that sheepishly. I thanked him for the recharge. He liked hearing that. After awhile, we stood...there was that awkward moment when he was about to leave. And then, he leaned in and kissed me for the first and only time...tenderly. His hand, that earlier had felt like a vise, softly caressing my face. It was a sublime moment. And then I watched as he walked down the hall, his towel draped over his right shoulder...the bare bulbs overhead causing his red hair to intermittently blaze, and his perfect white cheeks to glow as he passed under each one before turning the corner and disappearing. Neither of us asked the others’ name. I still think of my Red Bull.

Yesterday I guy who I have been chatting to on growlr came over to fuck me, he is Italian, skinny, long haired and a chef, 24 yers old, and hung like a donkey. He comes to where I work and we kiss, hes gets really hard so I suck him, deep throat him and sniff poppers, then turn around so he can fuck me, he starts roughly fingering my hole with his fingers, and is actually really quite rough, then abruptly gets a condom out of his shoulder bag, rolls it on and pushes in. He is really thick so it feels good and after ten minutes of pounding he gasps and unloads. as he pulls out, he realises that the condom has simply vanished and he totally freaks out, I run into the bathroom and push out into the toilet bowl and what comes out is scraps of condom, a huge wad of spunk and some blood. The guy is still freaking, and says, but it is ok as I dont have anything......... I tell him its fine and after he cleans up a bit in the bathroom, we kiss deeply, and I tell him how amazing he is and send him my number.

PART 6 　 We finally got up, showered and got dressed. We then packed and checked out of the room. Then we went our seperate ways. I still had no idea what had happened nor the way I was now changed forever. I arrived home, shortly, to pick up where I had left, or so I thought at the time. I tried all week to keep things back to normal and forget about that night, but could not get it out of my mind. It had been so erotic, so intense and the best sex I had ever had in my life. I literally thought about it by day and dremt of it by night. It was driving me crazy. I fould myself in the bathroom, jacking my cock and even thrusting a finger, or two or three up my ass as I had mind blowing orgasms thinking about that night. 　 By the end of the week, I could not take it anymore and tried to call Len, but found he was out of town on business and would be gone for at least a couple of weeks more. I was devastated and in terrible need. I had heard there was an adult arcade, frequented by gay men, who went there for sex. I headed there straight from work on Friday. I had no idea what to do there actually, but purchased some lube and condoms in the front and headed into the arcade to see what would happen. I entered the first booth I came to and found a hole in the wall. I looked through, but nobody was in the other booth and then the door there opened up and a guy came in. I really had no idea what to do. He ran a finger across the bottom of the hole and I figured it must be some kind of signal, but what? I just stood there not knowing what to do. Finally I heard him whispering to me. I knelt down to listen. He asked me what I was into. I told him I wanted to be fucked. He grinned and told me he would love to. I stood up and dropped my pants and turned around as he asked. I backed up to the hole and soon felt his hand on my ass, caressing it and then rubbing my hole. He was nudging myhole, when I remembered the lube, and pulled away and haned it to him. He soon had my ass slick and his finger in me. I was tingling all over. Soon I felt another finger and then another as my breathing got faster and I was soon moaning in pleasure from his fingers slowly fucking my hole and twirling around and around opening me up more and more. After a while, he pulled his fingers out. OMG, I felt so terribly empty. Soon, though, I felt a large hard pressure against my hole and knew he was trying to get his cock in me. The feeling was intense and soon I could tell he was in me and driving in deeper and deeper. The I felt the thrusting as he started to fuck me. After about 10 minutes, it all at once dawned on me that I had forgotten to give him a condom and he was in me bare. I started to pull away to get him to put one on, when he grabbed my hips through the hole and really started to pound my ass. I almost blacked out from the sensation of pleasure that erupted from this and thrust my ass back at him hard. After a few more really hard thrusts, he drove as deep in me as he could and I could actually feel his cock pulse and wave after wave of cum erupt in my used hole and then I was cumming hard too. A few more thrusts and he pulled out, and as I turned around, he told me thanks and pulled his pants up and was out the door. 　 It took me several minutes to get composed and then I was thinking what an idiot I was to have let him use me like that and dump and unprotected load of cum up my ass. What if he had something, what would I tell my wife? I got my pants back up and got out of there to go think what the hell I was doing.

This goes way back for me. I was living with my parents. I was about 21-22 and would frequent the gay chat rooms and flirt with other boys and eventually jerk off or fuck myself with my dildo. I was sort of guilty then. Not knowing who I was or whatever. I was in a situation where I still liked girls but dreamed about cock and fucking men. I literally found both sexes attractive. I remember finding a porno VHS tape in my Dad's tape stash as well. It was a guy/girl scene with this hot brunette woman with a perfect pussy and tits. But there was a part of the scene where this guy pulls his cock out and it mesmerized me. I would rewind that spot over and over an or pause it and cum to the image of his cock. I also found myself staring at his asshole when he would fuck the girl later in the video. I felt so different. One day, I was on an AOL chat room and I started talking to this guy. He was my age, seemed cool or whatever. He finally asked if we could meet. I was nervous but said what the hell. So we exchange numbers. He calls me and he wants to know where to meet. Around the corner from my parents is a forest preserve that I drive to and tell him to meet me there. After a while of waiting, I see a car pull into the parking lot. He's here. My heart starts racing. Anyway, we introduce ourselves. He's a bigger guy, and I, would be considered a twink. tall, skinny, lanky. Do we are talking and I say I have to take a piss. He says me too, so I go and pull out my cock and start pissing, he pulls out his cock and starts jacking off. So, after I finish a pee, I get on my knees and start to suck him. This is the first time I'm sucking a dick and I am loving it. I look up at him and I tell him I want to be fucked by him. I go up to him and we kiss, I zip my pants up and go to my van and grab some lube then come back. He is standing there by the park bench keeping his dick hard. It was about 6" cut, nice balls, and very clean. I pull my pants down, bend over on the park bench, rub lube on his dick and my eager hole. He slides in. This is the first time I'm feeling a real dick in me. I let out a moan. It didn't hurt really. I actually loved it. He starts to pump my ass and my cock is rock hard and flying around in the open air. I can feel I'm really nice and lubed up and I'm starting to move back on his every thrust forward. Since I'm so new to this, I didn't realize that he came already and he was fucking his cum in me over and over again. He finally can't take it anymore and then cums again!! I'm filled up with this guys seed and I feel jizz joy. It's literally like being high. Anyway, pulls me around and sucks my cock while fingering my hole which is wet from his man seed. I blast a huge load down his throat and that was that. I walk back to my van, hop into the seat and start the engine. I can feel his cum brewing in my asshole. I'm keeping my butt pinched to keep it all in. When I get home, I got up to my room and lay in my bed in my underwear. I feel weird but happy. My ass is so wet from just being fucked. The hair around my hole is sticky with cum. and not my cum! I felt dirty, I felt humiliated, I felt joy, sadness, everything. But what I most felt is generally good because I sat there to think about what happened about an hour ago, I got hard, and jerked off. He called me the next day or a few days later and left me a message I never called him back. It would be a long time before I ventured out like this again. When I did I played safe with condoms. I started to get into topping guys as well as being a bottom. I started to BB as a top with a guy I met on CL and we are still in touch to this day. He invited me over and we fucked with condoms. That same night, we fucked again but he rode my cock until I came up his ass. He was my regular for a while. Some pictures of what I've done to him are in my album. I guess the point of this story is, I think every man has a desire to dump his seed into another living thing. It's the most connecting experience you can have with someone. And I also think every man should be fucked by a nice dick at least once. It's honestly a humbling experience.

Sadly nobody gives a fuck about you and your health. It all comes down to you. When you start to waste away and the changes in your physical appearance start showing, how many of your friends, family and co-workers, general population are going to gather around you? Thought so .... not many, if any. Then what do you do? Start meds, regain some of your old self. Guess you can consider finding new poz friends, the ones that are wasting away and don’t have anyone either! I’m sorry if I’m being a total asshole. I was stealth fucked years ago, he walked away and I saw the biohazard tattoo ... took me over 10 years to get enough guts up to go get tested. I’m neg, I still fuck raw, love my ass loaded, but now I’m more selective. I start PrEP next week, we’ll the first steps towards going on it. I had 2 guys lined up last night to fuck me, they both bailed, this morning I’m shaking my head going “what are you doing?” Do do yourself a favor, go on meds, look after yourself, put YOU first. As the saying goes, “life’s to short”, if you decide not to, be honest with everyone, tell them your unmediated poz, don’t do what others have done to me. That’s totally not fair.

more than a mouthful...

perfect daddydick

Part 4 　 I headed out to my favorite bar then. For some reason, being a Saturday night, it was dead as hell. I ended up going to about 4 different bars and they were all deader than I could remember them ever being. Not a thing going on and the few girls I saw were not the type I usually went for at all. I had a drink in each bar but was just getting more and more frustrated at the lack of anything going on. I had not had sex in at least 3 weeks now and I was in need badly. The last bar I went to, as dead as they all were, I downed my drink, hit the toilet to take a well needed piss and decided to head for home. No use spending money for nothing I always thought. Arriving home, I headed in to my place, noting that the new owner seemed to still have all his company there. I went to the kitchen to get a beer and there was a knock on the door. I answered it, to find Hank standing there in his short shorts again. He said, "I hate to bother you this late, but I am about out of ice and wondered if you had any to spare or would be willing to run to the store for me to get some?" I told him, "You are in luck tonight as I just bought a bag of ice and hadn't opened it, yet. You can have it if you want." He said, "You are a life saver. I could sure use it. I will replace it tomorrow if that is ok? We are just drinking a little more than I thought we would." He then, just reached out and grabbed me and gave me a huge hug. I could feel that huge cock of his poke me when he did that. He then pulled back and said, "Sorry about that. Just overwhelmed a little by your kindness." I got him the ice and as he was leaving he said, "Hey, that offer is still open, if you want to come over and have a drink, too." With that he was off to his place. I went into my livingroom and turned the TV on and drank my beer. Then I got up to get another one and realized it was the only one I had and didn't even have a bottle of booze in the place as I had meant to pick up some on the way home with a hot date. Now, I was thirsty and nothing to drink but water, ugh. I thought about it for a couple of minutes and then decided to take up neighbor on his offer and at least I could get something to drink. I headed out the door and over there. I knocked on his door and he opened it up. He looked surprised but invited me in. He said, "I didn't think you come by, but come on in and have a drink. One of my friends is a dancer and was just going to give us a demonstration. Hope you won't mind as he gets a little erotic at times with it." I told him, "That was fine, I just found out I was completely out of anything to drink and thought I might as well impose and get a free one." He opened the door more and waved me in. I entered and found that basically everyone there had not much more clothes on than Hank did. I was somewhat overdressed after being out all evening. Hank asked what I wanted, indicating that he had quite a bit of almost anything. I told him I usually drank Rum and Coke. He said, "That is one of my favs too and always keep that around." He headed to his bar and soon had one fixed for me. He indicated a chair, telling me it was where he had been sitting but he could squeeze in next to one of his buddies on the couch, since one was going to be getting up to dance anyway. The one going to dance got up and seemed to have more clothes on than the others did. He put in a cd and told us this is the one he danced to the most. The musice started and he was soon dancing to it. He seemed to be pretty good. As the first song came to an end he was working up quite a sweat and kicked off his shoes. By the end of the second song he had pulled his socks off too and by the end of the third one he had his shirt off and was really getting into the music. As I sipped at my drink, it dawned on me that his dance seemed to be good but was also intermingled with some quite hip gyrating moves also, almost like a sexual thing. His fourth song was definitely of a hard slow beat and he was then really gyrating and moving back and forth around the room to the others and almost thrusting his hips into their faces. I finally decided he must be a 'stripper' or something like that. He was then actually pulling each guy he came to by the back of their heads into his crotch area and rubbing all over their faces. As his 4th song ended, he was back in the middle of the room, and grabbing his pants jerked on them and they came right off as they had snaps on the sides I had not noticed. He was now down to only a very small gstring jock strap. My mouth just dropped open as he had a hard on that looked to be a good 10" sticking straight up out of the top of his jock. I took a quick look over at my neighbor and he and all the others were applauding and cheering. My neighbor, stood up and I could tell that his shorts were sticking straight out and he seemed to have a hardon too. I was shocked and had forgotten, for some reason, that Hank was gay and probably all of his friends there were also. He turned to look my way and walked over the me. He said, "Oh, hell, I forgot you were straight. I didn't even think about it. Sorry if that shocked you. If I had remembered I would have warned you before he started."

The doorbell rang at 8:30 PM on chilly wet Thursday evening at the start of long four-day Easter weekend in mid April. I left work at 4:00 PM that day and headed home, where, upon walking through the door, I witnessed my housemates, Chris and Will frantically rushing about preparing for a trip they had booked at the last minute to Greece. When they decided to look at going away I couldn’t get all the time off work and I would go with them later in the year. Their cases packed they ran out the house to head to the airport, closing the door behind them. I looked forward to four days of bliss and doing nothing. Will sent me a text telling me they were boarding the flight, followed by a text from Chris which read "Sorry to do this as it slipped my mind at the time. A guy called Barry may come at 8:30 PM. Please give him my apologies and I will contact him when I get back.” Typical, I thought. How typical I should be asked to clean up his messy arrangements. I had some dinner and sat down to watch a film. Chris was a bit of a put it about town guy, whereas Will quieter but still a sex maniac. I was 26 and just a normal guy at 5’8", average build, not such a sex maniac but enjoyed a good love maker. Just after the opening credits had passed, and before the main action commenced, there was a knock at the door. Opening the front door I was greeted by a male voice asking “Oh, hello, is Chris here?” “Are you Barry?” I asked. He nodded in reply, and, noticing he was wet from the rain I invited him in explaining “I am sorry but Chris is on a flight to Greece, last minute holiday booking.” As he looked and muttered thought it was to good to be true, I explained again that it was a very last minute thing. I offered him a chance to dry off and made a coffee. Barry was late 40’s 5’11” slim build with a mohican style haircut cut and goatee beard. He took his coat off and sat down as I handed him his coffee. We chatted a while and he had travelled five hours on the train and was set to spend the weekend with Chris. “That’s unusual for Chris to invite someone to stay the weekend. What were you planning on doing?” I asked out of interest. “He wanted to spend the time having me breeding him to knock him up.” Not quite fully understanding what he meant I asked him to explain it a bit more. “He wanted me to bareback fuck and shoot my toxic seed into his arse all weekend,” Barry replied. “You was going to poz him?” To my shock he nodded in affirmation. Being in his presence was quite intoxicating and dangerous I thought, still I asked “Are you heading back tonight?” “No, last train has gone.” “Well you could stay over and head back in the morning,” I offered, thinking that it should be fine. He gratefully accepted my invitation, stepped over to me and thanked me with a kiss on the cheek and a cuddle. Did I linger to long or did he as I still had my arms wrapped around him as he looked at me and smiled “Do you like to make love or fuck?” he asked, taking me by surprise. “More love making,” I replied as he gently caressed my cheek with his hand and his mouth moved towards mine he kissed me on the mouth tenderly several times. “I don’t bareback at all though,” I pointedly explained. He continued his tender kissing moving down my throat and back to my mouth where his lips parted as they rested on mine his tongue flickered in to my mouth and I was swallowed up sexual prowess. We made our way to my bedroom as he kissed me more deeply our mouths locked together as he started undressing me and himself till we stood naked. He gently pushed me towards the bed until I fell on to it, looking up at his hairy chest flowing down to a beautifully erect eight inch thick cock. I felt his cock on my lips as I gladly took the head in to my mouth licking and caressing moving up and down the shaft I noticed a slight salty taste of precum as I continued to massage his cock with my mouth. He pushed me back till I was laying flat on my back and climbed on top of me and continued to kiss me deep and slow. By now I was totally in his power and finding him more and more sexually attractive. His legs started to move mine up around his hips into the missionary position, as he did so I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my hole as my hips pushed upwards. Still lip locked he took my responsiveness as a sign I was ready as his hips gyrated positioning the tip of his cock on my hole, the pressure increased and my hole parted as his head slipped in my back arched up at the pain. His kissing arousing me even further as I felt a bigger surge of pain as he started pushing his thick shaft deeper into my arse until the searing pain stopped and I relaxed. He positioned his arm around my neck to hold my head as he moved his head towards my ear breathing hot air he whispered “I am going to make love to you properly,” he murmured, looking into my eyes as he started slow gently rocking of his hips against mine. Catching my breath I involuntarily moaned. His mouth sought mine with a new tenderness and we became one as our bodies entwined his paved quickened. The pain began to hit again as we had been making love for nearly half an hour and his hips were thrusting forward with more power and speed, he released me from our kiss as his mouth moved to me as his arm around my neck pulling me in tighter he began moaning and grunting louder and louder as his hips bucked and pounded into me. I was lost in ecstasy begging him to make love to me, he let a guttural moan “I’m breeding, yeah, I'm planting my seed in your beautiful body." His hip slammed against mine grinding away as I felt his cock give a big jolt as my arse filled with his warm seed, pulsation after pulsation of seed shooting in me as he held me tight and deep on his cock. He kissed my neck and found my mouth again as we locked together again. We lay together as he turned the light out and fell asleep. As morning came around I woke up to find him lying on his back, as I turned on to my side I felt him roll on to his side coming up behind me his arm went around my body he kissed my neck. I felt his stiff cock rubbing at my arse before he gently eased it in to my hole and pushed me on my stomach. He positioned himself and fucked me hard and rough. The discomfort I was feeling made me struggle slightly which he seemed to enjoy as he started pounding harder. As he moaned and kissed my neck as I felt his cock twitching as it released another toxic load in to my body. Laying on top of me, his cock buried deep inside, panic came over me as I considered what I had just done. Sensing as much, he cuddled me, calming me whispering sweetly in my ear “You're mine now, I own you." Completely seduced by him he asked me if I wanted him to stay until Monday as he enjoyed making love and knocking me up. Against better judgement I agreed, knowing that I was letting this real man make love to me planting his toxic seed inside me. The weekend turned out to be amazing as the sex was very spontaneous as there was no fumbling around for condoms.

CHAPTER 3 Devon felt the deep hunger of needing sex and to shoot his cum load. His hormones were running rampant causing all kinds of wild ideas to flash through his mind. His brain then focused on how his ass felt when he was being rimmed and fingered. He could not get that idea out of his mind. He shuddered. “Well, no one is to know what happened. I mean no one. I’ll know who told if I ever hear anything about this, and I’ll deny it totally.” With those words, Brad was now ready to set in motion a new path for Devon. This would be the path that would be his undoing. This would be the path that would tear his world apart and shatter it into a trillion pieces. This would be the path where I got revenge for my sister’s ill treatment. I almost screamed with glee at what I knew was going to happen now. I owed Brad big time and would pay him whatever he wanted. Brad slowly rose up. “Okay. Let’s get you in a comfortable position. You kneel on the bed hanging your feet over the side. Bend forward all the way so that you lay on the bed. That’s it; tuck your hands under your face for comfort. Now, I’m going to put a lot of lube in your ass and around the outside so that it will be easier on you. It’s just lube. It makes things slide smoothly.” Brad told me to insert slowly my lubed fingers in Devon’s ass and open it a little. With some difficulty because of Devon’s tight ass, I did as instructed. Brad then began pouring lube inside Devon after which he had me to remove my fingers and used his own to spread the lube about. “Now, how does that feel? That’s even better isn’t it?” Brad asked. Devon moaned and agreed it felt even better than when he was being fingered earlier by Brad. Brad made sure to once again knock at Devon’s prostate. That elicited a couple of gasps each time. “Now, you’ve seen the cock on James (Brad had to name me something.). It’s small enough for you to take easily. I’ll monitor everything so that you can feel how super it feels. James’ cock is a mere 7 inches so he won’t go anywhere near as deep as your cock does,” Brad announced. “Besides, all we’re doing is letting you feel how a cock in an ass feels. Nothing more.” Devon shook his head in assent. I was heady with glee as I stepped up behind Devon. Brad guided my cut 6 ½ inches to Devon’s wrinkled and tightly closed virgin opening. Brad gave me the signal to go very slow which I did. There was a tremendous resistance and Devon began growling in pain. Just as I was sure this was not going to work, the head of my cock popped through Devon’s sphincter with a loud POP. Devon jerked his head upright and yelped. Brad hurried to Devon’s side consoling him and telling him it would be okay. Brad kept his arm around Devon to prevent him from actually pulling off my cock. It was also a subliminal signal to Devon that Brad was his friend and there to help him. The pain was just an initial shock and would pass. By the time Brad finished talking to Devon, the pain had begun to fade. Brad motioned for me to begin sliding inside Devon. Brad had me to slide slowly inside for a few seconds, stop, slide backwards, stop, then, repeat the process until at last I was fully inserted inside Devon. My balls were both rolling around with excitement. I was very close to cumming. Brad orchestrated the entire process until soon enough I was fucking Devon, and he was not protesting. My mind raged at the thought of when my balls would empty their contaminated content into this bastard’s ass. I knew what I wanted to do but held myself back to make sure that Devon did not panic. As I continued to fuck Devon, Brad now began to touch Devon with caresses. Brad’s hands were all over Devon: his ears, his cheeks, his back, his sides. I saw the touches that Brad did to Devon. They were such gentle caresses that he made which no doubt soothed Devon’s nerves. Brad moved closer to Devon and began talking to him telling him how great he was doing. He asked him how he was feeling and was there any pain now. He asked if a cock in his ass felt better than fingers and a tongue. Devon moaned his feeling of contentment. He agreed that, yes, a cock felt a lot better in his ass. Devon’s voice held a tremor in it as he spoke. Brad indicated for me to up my fucking. Devon moaned long and loud as I increased my tempo. Several minutes passed as I fucked Devon. I was now really about to shoot my cum load. Brad then asked Devon if he wanted to feel what it felt like when Devon had fucked me. “You do want to know what James feels don’t you? You are curious about that now that you know what it feels like having a cock in your ass. You know you want to feel James cumming in your ass don’t you? Don’t you, Devon? You want James to pump his cum load deep in your ass. Say it, Devon. Say it!” “Yes, I want to feel James pumping his cum load deep in my ass. Please, please, please, James pump your cum load in my ass!” Devon half shouted as he shook his head. I shoved my cock as far inside Devon as I could and blasted out everything that I had in me. I filled Devon with millions and millions of my poisonous wriggling half-babies. I yelled. Devon yelled and began to gasp for air as his head swung up off the bed once more as the last of my sperm drained into Devon’s ass. I was thinking of how this bastard had so mistreated my sister. I so wanted to poz him. Brad waited until I began slowly pulling out and began again on Devon. “You liked that didn’t you? In fact, you liked that a whole lot more than my tongue and fingers, didn’t you? You liked James fucking you and fucking you until he shot his cum inside you deep. You liked that a lot, didn’t you? You want MORE cum in your ass, don’t you? You want a LOT more cum in your ass. You want my cum in there, too, don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you?” Over and over and over Brad went after Devon until at last Devon screamed, “YES. I WANT TO BE FUCKED BY YOU AND FILLED WITH YOUR CUM, TOO!” Brad wasted no time. He jumped up from the bed pushing me out of the way. He lined up his uncut 9 ½ inches at Devon’s hole, grabbed Devon’s hips, winked at me, and plunged full length into Devon’s ass. There was such a blood curdling howl that came from Devon. He tried to pull away but Brad knew what to do and kept his cock in Devon and Devon on the bed in front of Brad. Brad began fucking Devon immediately and soon the pain ebbed to nothing. Devon once more began rolling his head and moaning his contented feeling. Brad pounded Devon’s ass viciously. I do not recall ever seeing Brad this over the top. And, then, Brad stopped. He just stopped. He said nothing. He did nothing. Minutes passed. I had no clue what he was waiting for. And, then, Devon spoke up.

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I learned last year that I was HIV positive, initially I was like almost all who become positive and that is panic and depression. After many doctors’ visits and having the many options explained I was overwhelmed and ready to give up. Then a friend of mine, who is also HIV positive, reminded me how I had made the decision to go BB and play raw in bathhouses, glory holes, cursing spots and on line for the past several years. He reminded that I had been playing raw for almost 8 years. He was shocked that after 8 years of playing with no telling how many guys raw it took as long as it did before I became HIV positive. In fact, he shook his head and called me a true bug chaser. I didn’t see it that way at first but now I realize I was. I have now embraced being positive and have decided to be the true Poz Pig that I have always been. I have chosen to go unmedicated and embrace my future. Is this wrong, thoughts anyone I am curious what others who have the same background sexually think.

This raises another good point - the size-fixated nature of cock consciousness in the gay community might have an effect on who's willing to come forward and Top, at least in group or public venues like bathhouses, where there are comparisons to be made. If a guy is on the fence about whether or not to top, and the guy next to him is Topping with a huge piece of equipment, the first guy may, regrettably and very unnecessarily, feel as though he can't "compete". Let me be the first to say, loudly, that that is ridiculous. My ass is tighter than any cock is big around, and my ass muscles love nothing better than squeezing down, so every cock fills me up. Some stretch me more, but every one of them fulfills me, no matter the size. Plus, my prostate is only so far in, and even if the cock is too short to reach the prostate, some of you cruel bastards know exactly what you're doing and can bring me to orgasm just teasing my anus with your cockhead (you know who you are, you motherfuckers... don't ever stop). I've had two or three really breathtaking examples of BBC lately (thank you very much, gentlemen) but my lifetime Best Fucks have been from quite average cocks used by master cocksmen, one just three weeks ago. He, by the way, identified himself to me as a Total Top - "I only Top," he said. "I just love to fuck." Would you complain equally that he doesn't offer up his ass as you would about a bottom who chooses not to Top? If so, you would be a fool; he is a genius at what he does, and should be encouraged to keep doing it exclusively. I realize this next point may get some pushback; please understand that I don't assume that this is true of the OP, but just a general observation. I sometimes wonder if the plaint that there are never enough Tops is a kind of sideways grumble from bottoms who felt that they did not get their fair share of cock at some event, or have been disproportionately overlooked or passed over online: Akin to the "I wish that was me" post often seen. Let's take this weekend's CumUnion in Indianapolis. Whether is was successful or not will depend on who you ask. If you ask me, fuck yes. As I mentioned above, I was fucked 24 times. I know I was not the only bottom there; there were at least three other BB bottoms there advertising their presence on BBRTS via QuickConnect ads and via the blackboard onsite... and by being open doors and asses up. (Good work, men.) I have no idea how well hey fared. You'll have to ask them. I do know that one other bottom had some luck, because the man who decided to pimp me out also lined up Tops for him, and let them use him in my room next to me tandem a couple of times. Now, if others did not get as much action as me (and there was plenty of fucking that did not involve me) I can imagine someone might grumble that it was unfair that a bottom was allowing a Top to push other Top traffic in his direction versus other bottoms; that is, the principle of unfair competition in a limited market. This misses a point. The Top wanted to whore me out. That was his groove. That was what got his mojo on. By making my hole available to him, I provided him a service, which also, incidentally, allowed me to provide service to any other Top who took advantage of it, thus fulfilling my purpose as I understand it. So, if this seems unfair to you, next time, find yourself a Top who wants to whore out your ass, bring him along, and let the Tops compete to see whose bottom can take the most cock. Better yet, have them put us in the same room and make a competition out of it. I guarantee that'll get the cocks pumping. But the thing I'm driving at is that success is the result of an active, not passive, approach. I have written about this before on other forums, but I'll summarize here; I didn't start any of this until ai was 37, and God knows I'm no Adonis. I'm not athletic, don't fit any of the usual categories of attraction, and have a face made for radio. But I've made up for a lot of lost time and had a hell of a sex life in the last 14 years just because I decided I was going to make it happen. I threw myself out there. I decided I wasn't going to care if men rejected me, I would try and keep trying, and I would never, ever, pretend to be anything other than exactly what I am. That strategy has gotten me richly laid and deeply bred, and has satisfied hundreds of Tops and Doms - I've made damn sure of it, because if they're not happy, I'm not happy. All I'm telling you is that there's nothing special about me - I'm not sexually privileged in any way, my skill with my ass is earned, not inborn. I'm not one of the Beautiful People. If I can do this, anybody can do this. You just have to want it badly enough to do the work to get it. If you wait for it to be handed to you, expect to be disappointed. But you know, that's life in general, isn't it?

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Spent last week at a hotel. one night before dinner i jumped on Grindr to see if anyone was looking. Saw a guy on 200 ft away. He was on the floor below me. no pics though. Profile said he was a thick dicked top and looking to get sucked or more. Pretty sure he was married or closeted. I hit him up and after a few messages he gave me his room number. He asked if i wanted to fuck and i said lets see what happens. i don't usually hook up without a pic or two but went for it anyway. his door was ajar when i got there. dark room but I could see him when i entered. he was tall with average looks and manly. I got busy and pulled out his cock. Wow, very thick. got on my knees and worked it and sucked him til he was very hard. then i pulled my sweats down. kneeled up on the bed and presented my ass to him. i saw condoms on the night stand but he didn't offer them to me. instead he grabbed my hips and just started rubbing his stiff cock on my hole. poking it. i brought lube and poppers so i quickly reached under and back and slicked up his cock from behind and pushed my ass back on his dick. he slowly pushed in to let me adjust to his thick cock. took a hit of poppers, arched my back good and he slid all the way in to his balls. i held him there until i was ready and then he started to fuck my hole good. Heaven. Love thick dicked men. about 5 to 8 minutes later he said he was going to cum and i told him to just cum in my ass. Beautiful throbbing dick as he blew his load in my ass. I asked him not to pull out and keep his still hard cock in me for a couple more minutes. then he pulled out. i pulled up my sweats and thanked him, kissed him and left. So hot. Went to dinner with his cum in my hole.

LOL, I do have a cheat sheet with the list of characters to help me not confuse them

After reading posts on here. I ran out and bought a Vibrating Butt Plug! Used it right after I bought it too! Felt so good knowing I had a strangers DNA Alive kept deep inside me! I love it! Can't wait too do it again!

Well now I know what the cryptic references to Sarah Palin are that I've been seeing. In any event, I'd rather be Sarah Palin's cum dump than Judge Judy's.

Part 2 - Bend Over for Daddy I could only stare in wonder as the Uber driver fished a mammoth dick out his shorts. His cock was even longer and thicker than the one that had just bred me. In a flash I had pulled-off my pants and was grunting face down in the back seat as he mounted me and raw fucked my ass, using the fresh cum that had just filled my guts as lube. “Give me that hole,” the driver demanded as he pushed deeper, “You like black dick? Huh? Maybe I should drive you around and find some street dudes to breed you. How much you pay me for that? You’d like that? Getting creamed by anonymous dick? Anonymous black dick? Hell yes you do! Cummy ass right here - cummy hole needing some more nutt. Ready for another breeding?” I could only grunt in affirmation and pleasure as he spurted his load and doubled my total for the morning. There’s just something fucking hot and amazing about a man who does not even ask about using a condom, but who just whips out his raw dick expecting a bottom will take it then, there, and anyway he wants. I was definitely game for that. The Uber driver grabbed some paper towels from underneath the front seat, wiped up a few streaks, leaned back, powered the window down a little and lit up a cigarette to enjoy that post-orgasm chill. I left my pants off, but put them under me so I would not spot the leather seats, and sat there gently playing with his semi-hard dick while he chilled and smoked. His dick would twitch, drool, get a little hard, then soften again as I touched and stroked it. I was eager for more and focused on working him back up when there was a sudden rapping on the window and I about pissed myself and said, “SHIT!” The Uber driver eased the window down a crack more and saw the guy from the house that had fucked me. His head turned at an angle so he could see in, “Yo slim, saw you were still here and lit up. Thought I might ask to take another crack at that as I got some more daddy juice to spill. You up for killing a few?” He then pressed his face close to the window so all I could really see was his mouth as he said more quietly, “Chill like a couple of real nasty Gs? Do that homie down low thing?” The Uber driver laughed, “Yeah man, sure,” then turned to me and said, “Scoot over.” He then reached into my pants, pulled out my phone, handed it out through the window to the daddy on the sidewalk, “Just so you don’t any ideas. I’m your ride remember.” The daddy stood by the car as we both got dressed, then climbed out of the backseat. Positioned between the two of them as we walked up the broken walkway, I asked “Don’t I get a say in this?” They both looked at each other, at me, and busted out laughing like I had just said the funniest joke ever. When we got inside the Uber driver asked where the bathroom was so he could piss. As his stream echoed off the porcelain, I asked our daddy host, “Do you guys know each other or what? I mean you said hi to him when he dropped me off and now...like how do you know he’s cool with...you know.” Daddy laughed as he paused, stripped, grabbed a crumpled box of cigarettes and tapped out a fresh one, lit up, inhaled and replied “Naw, but we from the same hood. Seen him around here and there and when I looked out and saw his car still parked, well - I knew he was a brotha that’s into sloppy seconds and freak shit and up for some more creep-and-roll. Now get the fuck out of them clothes and BEND OVER FOR DADDY!” I was getting naked when the Uber driver came out, “Hey slim,” the daddy host said as he waved the driver out of the room and into the kitchen. I could hear them speaking in hushed tones and was tempted to edge closer to the door to try to hear, but then they came back in. The Uber driver unzipped his pants, sat on the edge of the couch, lit up a cigarette and said, “Get that mouth down here. I need some sloppy head.” I eagerly bent forward, resting my hands on his firm thighs as I started to slurp on his hefty shaft. The daddy had shucked his pants back off, walked around us, dug around in the pile of filthy clothes on the couch and hauled out a couple more black, dirty caked socks and chuckled as he held them up to the light to inspect them. He then reached down onto the floor and grabbed the t-shirt I used earlier to wipe myself off, which he tossed to the Uber driver. The driver held the shirt up to his face, inhaled, “Oh yeah, smells like used pussy. I dropped a hefty nutt in there, so you don’t need no lotion man.” The daddy dropped the bottle of lotion back onto the floor that he had been preparing to slather me up with and with my throat busy, the daddy grabbed my hips and slammed into my open hole. I lifted off the driver’s dick, “Fuck me with that raw dick!” I pleaded, “I want all the dick you can give me.” In reply the Uber driver said, “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SUCK THAT DICK!” while the daddy banged me, priming my engine with that BBC oil. The daddy handed the Uber driver the filth-matted socks and he immediately knew what to do. First he reached around and set his cigarette on an ashtray amidst the trash on the couch, then he held the back of my head firm with his left hand and with his right, wadded them up under and over my nose so the only way I could breath was to inhale the sharp, ripe, rank. I started gagging, sputtering through the spit onto his dick, which made him just press the socks tighter, and which made the daddy slam my hole harder. The Uber driver gripped my head, forcing the socks into my nostrils, cutting off all fresh air. I gagged and wretched. Apparently taking some pleasure in my discomfort, the driver demanded “Fuck, yeah, smell that shit! Chew it up. They stink to fuck'in bad! Come on, make them pussy walls talk. if you scrape them right they'll chatter back. Long dick that shit! It's good and wet for you. Fill that hole up. How 'bout we 'gag the fag? Open that mouth. Don't fuckin' fight. Mutha-fucker, I said 'Open that mouth'! If you bite my fingers I'll knock the living shit out of you. Now, goddammit, open that mouth! That's right. Choke on them dirty man socks. Fuck yeah. That shit's nasty! Gag on it, bitch! Wretch. Bet that wasn't the first black you was expecting in that throat, hug? Oh, no you don't. No breathing through that nose. You work that mouth. Only through your mouth. Swallow that filth. HERE THAT BRO? HE TRYING TO GAG UP IN THEM SOCKS - SO MAKE THAT ASS BOUNCE AND CLAP - COME ON FUCKER - SLAM THAT SHIT - POUND IT OUT - BITCH SHAKING GOOD - WANT ME CHOKE THE BITCH OUT? THAT’LL MAKE THAT HOLE CREAM ALL OVER YOUR DICK - COME ON G, FUCK IT - FUCK IT - FUCK IT - YEAH G - NUTT IT GOOD - THERE GO - HELL YEAH I HEAR THAT PUSSY GETTING WETTER - YOU FILLING IT UP MAN? CHRIST YEAH!” The daddy grunted and groaned as he bred me and I continued to struggle to breathe through the unclean air filters stuffing my throat. Once his bone was dry, he slid out. The Uber driver released his grip on my head and I stood up and reached to take the now slimy socks from my mouth. I got slapped hard, “No you fucking don’t,” the driver said. He reached down and picked up the dirty red t-shirt back up. Our daddy host plopped himself in the middle of the couch, lit a cigarette, and let out a contented sigh. The Uber driver stood behind me, spun the t-shirt into a cotton binding then wrapped it around my mouth and head, tying it tight. “There,” he said proud of his MacGyver styled handiwork, “Time to put those dirty socks on another spin cycle in that mouth. I want to hear you trying to puke that grit and dirt back up because it ain’t going nowhere so bend the fuck back over and bury that head in them dirty clothes, no one needs to be seeing you, all I need is that hole.” With that, I was unceremoniously upended, my hole jammed with a new, raging boner, and as he took advantage of me all I could do was struggle to keep my breathing focused. The blackened cotton in my mouth was mixing with the filth and saliva to create the foulest punishment. My stomach and throat wanted to push it out, but the tied t-shirt around my head ensured it stayed in place and stewed and brewed. The Uber driver was banging my ass hard when we heard a voice from the front door, “Hey bro, got your text. What’s...OH DAMN!” The driver paused, I set my hands on the couch arm to try to push myself up and got my head slapped, “Where the fuck you going?” I felt the couch move as the daddy host got up, I heard hands clasp, then he said, “Yo slim, this my neighbor Coop. Told you he’d be up for it.” More greetings made, then the new voice said, “Bro - you know the deal with this shit.” Our host said, “Yeah, yeah, fucking chill man. Hang on.” I then felt him rummaging in the pile of dirty clothes. He then pulled another t-shirt over the top of my head but instead of pulling it down over my body, twisted and wrapped it so it so it was like a hood with the neck hole positioned over my nose/mouth. He then took a belt and wound it around my neck and cinched it so my homemade gag and hood wood stay in place. Once his handiwork was done, the driver - who’s dick was still buried in my ass and I could feel the blood in it pulsing - said, “Why they call you Coop?” Before our new guest could answer, the daddy laughed and said, “Cause he be fucking the grannies around here for nothing more than a handful of grocery coupons with that magnum freak dick of his so we call him Coop for short.” All three of the BBCs laughed. The laughter was cut short as I heard a zipper. The Uber driver whistled and cursed. The daddy said, “And that shit ain’t even hard yet,” and Coop added, “You know there’s no worries on that front. See - it’s already coming to life seeing you got this freak’d out craziness happening and I can smell that creampied ass from here. That’s good cause you know I don’t wear fucking condoms and only fuck raw. So he’s good with that?” The other two laughed, “Like he has a choice?” Hmmm - just what I wanted to hear. The Uber driver yanked his dick out of my swollen, used hole. I grunted from the shock of being left gaping and the frustration of not being stuffed. He then took both hands and spread my ring open like he was trying to peek inside a clam shell, “See? Fucking slut right here and let both of us just climb right in raw and dawg it out. All that nicca milk, coating them guts, but I’m about ready to bust again - you down for that?” Coop quickly answered, “Hell yeah, let’s get it on!” I heard some rustling, a few quips, our host turned up the volume of the porn flick a little to which Coop said, “Yeah, luv hearing them bitches cry as they get dicked down.” The Uber driver - or maybe it was the daddy host - I was not real sure at that point, grabbed my right arm and walked me closer to the TV. I figured they would have me get on the ottoman or something, but no. I was guided so I stepped over someone lying on the floor as my left foot brushed his rib cage as I stepped across him. I was then made to kneel and get on my hands and knees - on all fours doggy style - over the body on the floor, which I knew was Coop when he said from underneath me, “Jesus, there’s nicca nutt coating them balls like glaze on a Krispy Kreme,” before he proceeded to start licking and slurping on my nut sack. That shit makes me squirm - can’t help it - have very sensitive balls - but that clearly did not bother him as he smacked, suckled, slurped, and rolled my balls around his mouth like he was shooting 8-ball corner pocket. The Uber driver smacked my head, “Put that face down there, get a feel for what’s coming.” I blindly bobbed my head around like I was dunking for apples at a Halloween fair, not sure what the fuck he was talking about. I then bumped into something long, thick, stiff - Coop’s fucking dick. I paused and the driver chuckled, “Fucking right. Nicca’s got that 12-inch eggplant. You think we busted that cootch open? Fuck no. G is swinging that king dick hole wrecker. Too bad you can’t taste it.” I could only grunt and moan in frustration and awe at what he said as the filthy sock gag in my mouth and t-shirt hood made anything else impossible. I felt hands position themselves on my lower back, then grunted as a big dick slid in my wet hole. The Uber driver started banging my ass again then paused as Coop’s mouth moved from my balls, followed the skin trail back towards my hole, and with a shift of his body underneath mine, he started lapping at the base of the driver’s shaft as he fucked me. “FUCK YEAH - WORK THAT TONGUE. TASTE THAT PUSSY AND DICK MIX - HAPPY TRAILS RIGHT HERE. YOU TRYING TO TASTE THAT DEEP TANG? YEAH? SCOOT BACK A LITTLE MORE - HELL! YOU GOT A MOUTH ON YOU BRO - LICK IT CLEAN SO I CAN DIRTY IT UP AGAIN - FEED YOU THAT HOLE NUTT.” It took me second to guess what was going on, but as Coop has adjusted his body and as his monster dick bounced and danced around my head I figured out he had moved on from just orally working my hole, to sucking the Uber driver’s dick. Coop was tasting my ass - freshly fucked as I coated the driver’s dick. Back and forth the driver went - full length into my arched ass, then dropping down a little to gag Coop. Frankly, tops who suddenly become dick suckers because a big dick is nearby is usually a turn off, but Cop’s donkey dick promised things to come so while he gargled and slurped I could only moan in frustration wishing I could remind them both that load was for my ass - not Coop’s throat. Our daddy host - who must have been back on the couch smoking, chimed in and said, “Yeah, Coops got some mad throat skillz too.” Clearly more than the grannies in the neighborhood were getting serviced. “HERE IT COMES - READY TO SEED THAT WHITE PUSSY AGAIN - LEMME FEEL THAT TONGUE TOO - YEAH - GET READY TO SLURP MY SHIT BECAUSE I GOT ANOTHER NUTT SACK FULL OF CUM - GONNA BLOW IT DEEPER IN THAT HOLE - YOU BETTER GET A STRAW G CAUSE THIS SHIT IS GOING DEEP - FUCKING HELL! BREEDING THAT ASS! RAW DAWGING IT! UGH - UGH - U...YEAH! OPEN THAT MOUTH, IT’S GONNA COME RUSHING OUT WHEN I PULL BACK.” Gagging and slurping filled the room as Coop cleaned off the driver’s dick and then went to town sucking at my gaping hole. He had a fucking Hoover mouth and as he cleaned up the creampie his dick swelled and got as straight and stiff as a Redwood. Coop stopped his deep tongue action, pushed at me; I rolled off to the side and heard him get up. I worked my tongue around the slimy-filthy-cotton-mass in mouth and inhaled through my nose. I would never get the taste or smell out! “I need to put something long and hard in that ass,” Coop warned. I stood up. Multiple hands grabbed me, feet entangled as I was wedged between two legs. Warm hands grabbed my hips, “Here,” Coop instructed, “Put one leg over mine, then the other, I want you to straddle me - don’t worry, I got you. Get in that cowgirl position - time for some black bull dick making you taste some nutt from the back door.” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but he and both the daddy and the Uber driver got me into position. In my mind I could see Coop sitting on the ottoman, me straddling his legs, my torso facing his. Coop guided me as he lined up his jumbo 747 for my runway, “That’s it, squat some more, put your arms on my shoulders and hands around my neck - that’s it. Don’t worry, my Gs are holding you up - you won’t fall, I got you too. You trust me? Huh? That’s right - you a good pussy hungry for dick. Good thing these homies opened that cunt up - otherwise - THIS - MIGHT - HURT!” As if he had said, “On 3” all at the same time, he pulled me downwards with his hands, the driver and daddy pushed me down from my shoulders, and Coop slammed up with his hips. The result? Well my ass split and even with all that cum his 12-inch Mandingo dick tore me open like a zipper as he raped my ass. My cries of pain were muffled in the dirty socks in my mouth and the t-shirt hood covering my face pulsed as my breath quickened. I tried to push off from his chest but Coop’s dick had impaled me like a spit through a pig and now he planned to roast and baste me. His two accomplices reached under my arms and lifted me up a bit - Coop slammed his hips up again - my hole split more - he moaned, I cried - they dropped me. I was gutted. Over and over they raised me back up and dropped me back down. All resistance broken, all flesh scorched and burned as Coop broke my walls down into utter destruction. Once Coop was buried as deep as he could go, he leaned back a little and I could hear him sucking someone’s dick again. Damn! I wanted that! I mumbled into the rags in my mouth, to no avail. Having got the taste he wanted, Coop sat up, “Aiight. Ease up off it - that’s it - stand all the way up. Here - turn around and sit. OK, now lean back - you OK. See? You’re on the stool. Scoot forward a little - good - good.” I was on my back on the ottoman and as Coop adjusted my body, the other two Gs started slapping their dicks across my hooded face and talking shit - the warm up for the grand finale as Coop pushed his 12-inches in. One voice mixed into another - yet the message was clear: “SLAM THAT BOSS DICK IN THAT PUSSY!” “MURDER THAT MAGNUM DICK WITH THAT SLOPPY CUNT - RIDE THAT RED BONE” “THAT HOLE DONE YET?” “TUCK THEM KNEES BACK - TIME TO GET THAT WOMB WRECKED!” “HUNGRY PUSSY FOR NICCA SEED - SLURPING THEM BABIES - FUCKING WHORE!” “SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET INTRUDERS RAID YOUR HOME?” “PUSSY BLEEDING FOR IT GOOD NOW - THAT’S IT - TAKE THIS MOTHA-FUCKIN-DICK BALLS DEEPS - READY TO BREED IT - READY TO FILL IT WITH HOT NUTT!” Some time later the Uber pulled over to the curb. The driver put his right arm across the back of the front seat, turned, smiled and said, “How bout I help you inside? You look a little worse for wear. Maybe I should stay with you for a while, make sure you OK.” Yeah, the weekend was turning out alright after all. I smiled. Then he snapped his fingers, smirked and said, “Oh yeah. I almost forgot. You asked me to drive you around and find some street dudes to fuck you. What say we go grab your wallet and head out. I know just the place to get that hungry hole stuffed with more anonymous, black dick. Who knows? Maybe I’ll decide to tap that hole some more too.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

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

I see were most are coming from .But I use to top at least 50% of the time. a couple of years ago I had radiation for a prostate cancer. , I am completely cured now No Cancer at all . But have lost the ability to get a erection. I would love to top but it don't happen. BUT, BUT I do make a great BB BOTTOM now. I never turn down a top and never waste a drop. So some of us Bottoms have a legitimate reason for not topping. That said NOW were are all the tops that will breed . none refused

Love this story, it's going to get re-read - a lot !

I never thought smoking would be a fetish of mine. So hot!

Your probably right sadly nobody really does. As far as stralthing that is not me I will always be up front regardless if I am on meds or not anyone who fucks me or I fuck them will know I am Poz.

its hit or miss. When I do a true "no cock or load refused" style gangbang then I would say I typically come out with some STD more often than not. Other times I do GBs where I am pickier get an STD less often from those. When I plan a big one I always try to get tested two weeks before and then two weeks after so I know what my status is going into it and then coming out of it.

Spent yesterday cruising around for loads, ended up with 4 from 3 tops. Went to a bookstore that is typically out of the way for me. Immediately found that all 8 glory hole booths were in use, so waited in the halls. This taller, thicker, and slightly older guy started cruising me so I followed him into a private room. Got started sucking his nice thick cock when he asked me if I liked to get fucked. Didn’t even answer him — I stood up, spit on his cock, spun around, and slid down on it (always go to the bookstores with a prelubed hole). He fucked me a good long while, trading poppers hits and pounding me hard enough at some point that the walls were shaking. We figured out that we were both cheating whores too. He finally was getting close and said I could have his cum only if I took more anon cock through the gloryhole. I agreed and he bred me deep and loud. We exchanged numbers. Definitely want that cock again. We left the room and he took off. Some of the glory holes were open now so I picked one and one of the guys in the hall listening to me getting fucked went in the opposite hole. His cock came through right away, kind of small but big balls, and I started sucking. He pulled back and said he wanted my hole like the other guy, so I backed up on it. He didn’t last long. Filled my ass though. The other guys in the hall were bottoms apparently so I took off. As I was leaving I got a scruff message from this young guy I’ve been wanting to top. He wanted a load and I hadn’t cum yet so I went over to his place which was close by. I fucked him a bit and we traded poppers hit and dirty talk some. When I told him I had a cummy hole his plans went out the window. He fingered and played and tongued my hole wildly. Even got 3 fingers and a thumb in there which I’m not usually into. Felt great though. Finally he bred me once, made me take another poppers hit, and then laid into me again. Second load he turned into a dom nasty talking fucker until he shot. It was pretty hot although now I owe him a bunch of cum in his ass when I make a return trip out there. I’m behind my pace for the year though. 13 loads from 11 guys so far in 2018. Gotta pick up the pace. I haven’t cum from yesterday, and today I’m in the mood to wreck a younger guys hole, preferably cheating on his unsuspecting partner with a load already in him. Let’s see if that can happen.

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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.

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.

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Proudly poz on meds but missing a few days here and there, but I much rather be off meds completely and start to gift give with or without their consent. My goal is to find someone who is hot as fuck or anyone for that matter, who is FB AIDS to fuck me and breed me and upgrade me and my holes and my body with a high viral toxic drug resistant strain fb AIDS load and put a smile on face.

Yep, when I was 12yo a neighbor caught me jerking off outside in the wooded area behind my parents house to a gay porn mag I had found. He said he wouldn't tell my parents if I let him have some fun, and back then I was terrified of my religious parents finding out I like other guys. I ended up loving having this older man have his way with me and I know damn well it's the reason I'm such a cum pig now. He was the one who got me into sucking off random men through a glory hole and letting random men breed my ass. If he hadn't shown me all this wonderful stuff I'd probably have ended up like most stuck up twinks (gasps in horror lol) Instead though, I'm a poz cum slut that happens to be a twink, god knows I'm getting more dick than I would have if I wasn't like this too

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Here are chapters 7 and 8, hope you like them:) I'll try to finish the final chapter this weekend. Seven. For the next week or so I kept thinking about Simon's text in which he said he had "helped move things along a little" between my boyfriend and Joel. Was he trying to get my boyfriend to cheat on me (again), with Joel? I was starting to think Simon liked corrupting people just for fun, and my boyfriend was next on his list. I saw my boyfriend Todd a few times that week, and everything seemed the same as usual. He didn't bring up Simon, or Joel (or what I'd done to him after the office party). Maybe Simon wasn't going to mess with my boyfriend after all, and I had nothing to worry about? I went out of town for a couple weeks to see family, and with all the usual family drama and exhaustion, I completely forgot about Simon's text, and everything else. I was glad to get back, and glad to see Todd again. We went to dinner and a movie, then back to his place for some drinks and some reunion sex. After that, we cuddled, and I listened to him tell me about work. Then he said, "Oh, and I saw your friend Simon." I immediately tensed up, disguising it (badly) as a cough. "Really?" I said, trying to sound casual. "Um, how?" "Oh, I bumped into him at that office party, when I was standing outside, and he was leaving. We swapped phone numbers." Standing outside, with Joel. So Simon had talked to them both. Anything was possible. "Oh great," I said, "So what did you guys do?" "Well the first time, we went rock-climbing, and then we went to the shooting range…oh, and then on Thursday I helped him pick up a couch he got for his place." Oh no, I thought, they'd seen each other three times already. And of course Simon had waited until I was out of town, and out of the way. "Oh that's great, honey," I lied. "Yeah," Todd said, "he's a real cool guy. And a mean shot." My boyfriend was as good as gone, I thought. For the next few days, I went back to obsessing over Simon, his text, and what he was doing to my boyfriend behind my back. Simon, meanwhile, seemed happier than ever, and a few times, I heard him singing as he walked past my window. I hadn't seen him since the party, and I texted him to see if he was free (and to get some answers), but he always said he was 'busy'. Anyway, I was getting home from work, which had gotten pretty stressful since that office party. Several times I ran into my boss's nephew Greg, who had tag-teamed me in an empty office with Simon that night, and who had just started working there (in HR, of all places); and of course Joel, who was after my boyfriend. Anyhow, that night when I arrived home, I stepped out of my car and walked to the lobby to check my mail. One of my neighbors was standing in front of his mailbox, reading his mail, and we smiled and nodded at each other. I opened my box, looked at my mail, threw the junk mail away, and…I noticed that my neighbor was staring at me. I looked up at him, and he had a dirty, lusty, mischievous smirk on his face—the same kind of smirk I'd seen on Simon and Greg at the party, right before they'd fucked me. Did I know this guy? He was Hispanic, a little older than me, about my height, sort of nondescript-looking. After a second, I recognized him as my neighbor from across the hall. He'd moved in a few months ago. But that didn't explain why he was looking at me like that. "Hi," I said tentatively, not really sure how to break the ice. My neighbor didn't say anything at first, he just kept looking at my body like he owned it, and then he started chuckling in a strange way, like I was reminding him of a dirty joke or something. "Hi," he finally said. Somehow he sounded a little sarcastic. Seriously, did I know this guy from somewhere else? He was starting to make me uncomfortable. He chuckled some more, then in his Spanish accent, he said, "I guess you don't recognize me, do you?" He kept smiling, and took a step toward me. In a quieter voice, he said, "Maybe you'd recognize my cock, hm? Maybe you'd recognize me if I were inside you, and you were…cómo se dice?…blindfolded?" And then it all made sense. My heart stopped for a second, and I breathed in sharply. This was the married stranger who'd been fucking me at Simon's place all those times. This is what Simon had meant, when he'd said the married guy "might not be a total stranger" to me. He lived right across the hall! Oh no, I'd gotten fucked by someone in my building without even knowing it. And, I'd seen this guy's family. This was so fucked up. "That's right," my married neighbor continued, "it's me who's been fucking you. And your ass is amazing." Then, in his seductive Spanish accent, he whispered, "I've given you so much of my cum. But it's been a while. Will you let me fuck you?" "I was…out of town," I said, weakly. "Are you going to let me fuck that ass again?" he again asked. I nodded obediently. What was I doing? "Good," he said quietly, with a big smile. "Come over tonight at eleven. You remember where I live?" I nodded again. "I'll leave the door cracked open. Don't knock. And don't wear cologne." I nodded a third time. He took another step toward me, leaned into my ear, and grabbed my ass. "I can't wait," he whispered, and then he walked off. I was in a daze for a few seconds. I'd finally seen the man who'd been fucking me all those times. And someone in my own building knew what I slut I was, and the kind of risky sex I had! I couldn't tell if I was more nervous, or turned on. Anyway, that night at 11 o'clock, I slipped out of my apartment, took two steps, and quietly pushed open my neighbor's door. He was standing in his kitchen with his shirt off, and he smiled at me, then reminded me to be quiet. I leaned the door closed again, then quietly walked over to the kitchen. As I got around the counter, I saw that my neighbor's cock was out, and hard already. He smiled as I walked toward him, then he pulled me in and kissed me, which surprised me. But he was a good kisser, and after a few seconds, I started to kiss back. He reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands, and his hard cock pressed against my stomach. Then he gently but firmly pushed me down to my knees, and guided his cock into my willing mouth. Initially he was careful not to make me gag, but eventually his cock head was all the way down my throat, until my nose was buried in his pubes. He sighed appreciatively. I had never done anything like this before—sucking off one of my neighbors, in his kitchen, with his family asleep in the next room. It felt so dangerous, and so slutty. I loved it. My neighbor pulled me to my feet, dropped my pants, turned me around, and bent me all the way over till I was grabbing my ankles. He could still see over the high counter, but I was completely out of sight. He slicked up my ass and his cock, then he slowly started to press in until his pubes were brushing up against my ass. I felt so full, but I held my breath so I didn't make any sound. Once he was in, he started to slowly fuck me, pushing his raw cock all the way in, then withdrawing almost completely out. He kept this up for a long time, and I could tell how much he liked it, and how focused on me he was. I wondered if he did this with other guys, or if I was the only one. I found myself getting turned on, thinking about him fucking other guys like this. Then he pulled me up and whispered in my ear, "You feel so good. I'm going to give you my leche soon, okay?" I nodded eagerly, begging him for it. I wanted his virile cum in me. I wanted him to own me. He pulled me in for another deep kiss, then pushed me back down till I was grabbing my ankles again. Then he started fucking me a little faster, careful not to slam into my ass or make any noise. It was hot knowing how much he was enjoying the fuck, and how much he wanted to just pound me, but hearing him stay perfectly quiet. After a few minutes of him fucking me fast, I felt him push all the way inside me and hold it there, and I felt his body jerk as he was racked with a powerful orgasm, as he held me there in place. I could tell he was holding his breath as he gave me yet another load of his married cum, and silently marking my ass as his again. After what seemed like a whole minute of him shooting inside me, he finally exhaled, and quietly caught his breath, slipped out of my cummy hole, pulled up his pants, and gave me a big smile when I stood up and looked at him. He had obviously enjoyed our secret fuck as much as I had, and he looked totally satisfied now. I smiled back at him as I pulled up my own pants, then I let him walk me to the door. He gave me another deep, passionate kiss, and another squeeze on the ass, then he opened the door and let me out into the hallway. As I walked back into my own apartment, I thought how funny it was that this married stranger looked so basic and average in public, like your typical, ho-hum family guy. But after dark, when everyone was asleep, he was either over at Simon's place, slamming his raw cock into my cummy hole, or he was silently fucking me bareback in his kitchen, giving me load number who-knows-how-many, never once asking about condoms or status. And no one would have guessed, just by looking at him. It was so wrong…and so hot. As I drifted off to sleep that night, thinking about my neighbor's cum still inside me, I wondered if I was starting to like being a slut, instead of just going along with it because it was what Simon wanted. I had definitely enjoyed my neighbor fucking me in his kitchen just now; and if Greg hadn't been my co-worker, I wouldn't have minded having his fat cock inside me again. I didn't totally understand what was happening to me, but maybe I was finally turning into the slut Simon wanted me to be.

I love to flood my boy's hole with my hot morning piss after I fuck him. once I have him full and I pull out I place the inflatable but plug in his hole and pump it up. then make him stay face down until it is all absorbed into his body.

I use to be a junkie. Meth was my drug of choice. I loved the feeling of being invincible and the allure of attraction I felt when I was high. It almost took my life until that night in Ontario Oregon. That night at the old abandoned house on Oregon Trail Street on the outskirts of town. No one had lived there for decades and it was decrepit, derelict. It wasn't at all safe to venture but try telling two crackheads not to do something they have their warped minds set to doing and not only will they not listen but may even be argumentative and hostile. What had happened to me and my boyfriend at the time we deserved for being foolish. I stopped the meth because of it but my life didn't necessarily get better, just more aware that there are things, dangerous things, out there that you don't want to know and it's best to probably die of an overdose than to experience such...darkness. My boyfriend, Chris, and I lived along the Oregon Trail Street on the edge of town and we were not far from this house that was overdue to be torn down. Both of us intravenously used meth and we had made a date to party in this house. It was dark and although the house was on a somewhat busy stretch of road, nobody dared go there to explore. It had to be over a hundred years old and it looked haunted. Perfect for two junkies to shoot up and fuck. Or at least that's what we figured. It was dusk during fire season when wildfires would haze the horizon during sun down, and the sky casted colors of pink and purple before the sun slumped slowly into twilight when Chris and I made it to the house. When we entered it was dark but we had our phones and we only used the dim lighting of the phone rather than the flashlights because we didn't want to attract any of the curious. I brought my supplies; some blankets, lube, needles, and the dope of course. Chris brought nothing as he usually did to our little excursion. In retrospect, I don't even know why I dated him except for the fact that he was manly and hairy and handsome and had a large dick. He turned me on, high or not. When you're spun on meth sex most likely becomes an activity and I loved anal when I was flying. Chris was good at it, but other than that, he was a junkie without a job. Not really someone you would end up being with forever but for now he would do. We dared not go upstairs because we didn't know how sturdy the floor would be. We found an empty room with a huge closet and not as much glass or broken wood that would splinter us while we fucked like pigs. I decided the closet would be a good place for us to slam and fuck, but Chris wanted the door open just in case we needed to escape pronto from cops or whoever. So I set up camp while Chris gets the shots ready. Since it's dark I use the flashlight in my phone so I don't hit past my mark when injecting. We both get naked and by the time we do, the meth had dissolved completely in the rig so we were ready to shoot up. He made two extra points to slam later (slamming is what addicts call injecting drugs) and we started making out before both of us injected. He needed a tourniquet since his veins weren't on the surface of his arms like mine. I was an expert at slamming myself and by the time I was feeling the rush of the drugs through my body, he was still trying to find his mark. I was ready to get pounded by my big dick boyfriend and my asshole was vibrating for some action. “Hurry up fucker,” I said as I was rubbing my pussy and asshole which were both just sludged with the lube I had slopped on after the hit. It was at that moment we heard it. Footsteps. But these sounded more like someone in nice shoes would make, kind of a slight clacking sound. Chris stopped and became still as the footsteps seemed to walk around the front of the house and then stop at certain times as if the person was investigating something. Chris threw his needle into my bag then his phone that was propped against the floorboard after turning off the flashlight. I covered myself with the blankets and moved further back into the closet hoping the darkness would shield my presence from whomever was walking around out there. He gently closed the closet door leaving it a crack open as he watched into the darkness. The footsteps seemed to stop and an eerie silence came about leaving me wondering about who could be out there and if they knew we were here. I wanted to whisper but something in my gut withheld any noise from me, as if I knew whoever was in the house with us would find us if I peeped. Being high on meth made the simple task of being quiet rather difficult and my vagina was sopping wet and wanting my boyfriend who was gazing through the darkness. After about ten minutes of silence I couldn't take it anymore. My pussy needed to be fucked slow and good. That's what meth can do to ya. Make you a bitch in heat needing some pups to breed. I went quietly over to Chris, who was sitting flat against the wall in the dark and felt for his prick. I felt that he was raging hard but he was hesitant. I didn't care I was high and needed to fuck so I hopped my soaking wet pussy onto his massive cock which pulsated immediately afterward and we slowly grinded our genitals quietly as we kissed. He suddenly whispered very lightly into my ear, “what about my shot?” I ignored him and my wet snatch drenched his cock and balls making a slightly wet sound like a drenched mop hitting the floor. I wanted it up my ass but we would have to leave that to later. He wanted to moan and so did I as we got hotter and I could feel both of us about to orgasm as I got to grinding harder and clenching my pussy around his dick which was pulsating even harder. It was so hot in the closet and muggy that we were both sweating profusely. I could smell my pussy and his balls permeate closet as well as my asshole and his ball sweat which made it even hotter! He started sucking on my titties and kissing me when we both came. The orgasm was so intense for both of us. My fucking pussy just showered all over his cock which was convulsing sperm into my quivering sopping orifice. I'm a squirter too so when I came it sounded like a jet of piss rocketed to his stomach in loud watery splats. Then as soon as it was done, both of us didn't move. His cock had to go limp in me before it easily slipped out with more wet splats onto the wood floor. I finally lifted off of him feeling some wet trails going down my legs. Finally he spoke in a normal volume which startled me. “Can I do my shot now?” “Shhhh!” I quickly turned and covered his mouth, “there still could be someone in here!” “Hey fuck them, I'm getting my slam on!” He exclaimed as he got his phone out of my bag in the dark and flipped on the bright flash light. It was then I saw it. Behind him. Coming out of the wall with long black tentacles that seized Chris and gagged him. It was the upper torso of what seemed like a man, he had no eyes or mouth. No hair. Skin as white as bathroom tissue. He was wearing a suit with a black tie and a white oxford as white as his skin. But the suit was as black as the opaque abyss that was now night on the Oregonian horizon. The tentacles wrapped around him so quick I could hear his bones snap like twigs. His mouth was gagged by one of the tentacles and he choked shortly before I knew he was dead. The thing, this thin man, pulled Chris into the wall with him as if the wall were some kind of liquid and then both of them were gone as quickly as it started to happen. I ran out of the closet screaming and left everything behind, my clothes, my dope, the blankets, and raced outside before I step on a large shard of broken glass which went straight through my foot almost slicing it in half. I fell to the ground and the pain shot up my leg. I was hysterically crying and yelling for help when I turned around to see the figure of the man. He stood up right and he looked like a faceless man in a black suit with tentacles coming out of his back. He had to be about twelve feet tall and his arms… ...his arms were lithe and long with two huge white hands that dangled long pointed fingers. They were long enough to drag his knuckles. This thing, this thin man wasn't human, but something from a scary fairy tale I use to read in school. I couldn't believe my eyes. I begged it not to kill me as his tentacles seemed to pick him up and move closer to me. I tried to drag myself quickly only to feel its hand clasp onto my foot and drag me into the dark house on Oregon Trail Street. My screams were covered by his other cold white hand, it's fingers easily wrapping around my mouth to the back of my neck. The last thing I remember is it's face or lack of thereof forming a huge mouth that had thousands of thorn like teeth as white as it's skin, and a long purple tongue that pointed and coiled like an octopus trying to escape a fishermans net. It made no noise but it seemed to be screaming at me in silence. The only thing I could hear was a fuzzy electrical noise like an old tv with static and snow. I woke up in the hospital. It was night and the room was very dark and I was alone. I woke up screaming for a few moments before I realized where I was. Finally a few nurses came in and sedated me. I passed out and woke again the next morning with an older man in a blue blazer and a red tie sitting next to me typing on his phone. He was a detective, I could tell by his demeanor being as I've dealt with law enforcement before on semilike matters not as serious as the one I just experienced. Then a policeman came in with coffee and handed it to him before they realized I had come to. They told me I had been out for a week and that I almost died. I was found in the middle of the road about a block away from my house and that I had lost so much blood. I was naked and my foot had to be cut off because it was dead and infection had taken its course. They said there was a large amount of crystal meth in my blood but what concerned them was the marks on my body. When I looked at where they said the marks were, it looked like I was tied up with something, not rope, but something tough as if I was hustled by a giant squid. They asked if I was raped or kidnapped and I said nothing. What could I say? In fact I said nothing for about a week to anyone. Not even my friends heard a lick from me. It wasn't until the little girl who came into my room that strange night that I began to speak. The little girl with black hair, glasses and carnations came into my room when I was alone. This was long after visiting hours so it was strange she was there. “I brought you carnations for your loss,” she said in a sweet yet dark tone, “they represent loss and death.” I said nothing but she continued. “Your friend is with us now. He will come for you but later, not too much later but…” The door creaked open and to much of my horror I saw it. The thin man in a suit. No face. He was across the hall just standing there as the door opened by itself. The girl stopped and smiled. “See you soon.” She walked outside of the room towards this thing and gently held his hand as he turned and lead her down the hall. I remember no more after that. It has been a year since the incident. Chris was never found but his blood was found in the shots we had brought, our stuff, and something else; a long black tie. No meth was on site. Who knows maybe the thing slammed them, or some other homeless junkies that may have come to find them although usually they would have taken everything else I would imagine. Who leaves two iPhones and some decent clean clothes with a bag full of stuff? The only thing found were the shots and they had no meth in them, not even residue. Just the blood of my Chris. I was suspected of killing him but no evidence of me doing so was ever brought to light. They checked for DNA and they found three candidates, mine, chris, and unknown. I told them the story which they dismissed and said I was a delusional junkie who had taking too much that night. I haven't done meth since. But I don't think it was the meth. This thing was real. Like whether I was high or not wouldn't have mattered. Surely, it would have still happened like it did. I sleep with a knife under my pillow and as soon as everything clears with my records I'm buying a gun. Then I'm moving far away from here. The words of that little girl still haunt me. I expect to see Chris soon although I know the thing killed him. In fact as I look out my window I can hear him from a distance telling me that he is coming for me and demands a blood sacrifice. My things are packed and I'm ready to get out of here, but for some reason I have an urge to go back to that house. As if I'm missing something. I can't since I'm not allowed out of the sight of a police officer or my caregiver. Yet something beckons me there...and I need to go. I made it there on crutches somehow and somehow everything begins to be clearer...I knew I came here for some reason, I should have guess it would be for the (the end?)

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