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In Key West last Friday, I ventured into the bar, the only leather bar in Key West. The bar hosted an event called Cock Shock. After a series of contests such as Best Beard, Best Ass and Best Cock (unfortunately there wasn't a contest for Best Piss Drinker ), the MC announced most of the lights would be extinguished, and 'anything goes'. It was not easy to see but I would say the most daring men, about half present, stripped naked, while the other men were content to expose themselves. The strong aroma of poppers and pot permeated the bar as I went down on a few men, one of whom came in my mouth. As I was working on my third cock, I felt some unknown guy fingering my ass, so I disengaged from the guy I had been blowing, and, leaning over a bar stool, braced myself for what I hoped would happen. My wishes were confirmed. I felt a hard cock nudging my ass, trying to make entrance. Naturally I reached around to help guide it in and to make sure it was raw. It was and soon it forced its way into my hole. The initial strokes were disciplined and steady, but rapidly the top's speed picked-up, and his rhythm became increasingly rough. I was in ecstasy, and although I would have liked to also have a cock in my mouth, and tried as much, I found it impossible to get my mouth around a cock while my ass was being plundered by the cock I wanted so much. Finally I felt his cock rage and expand and I knew he was about to cum. Leaning over, he whispered in my ear "I hope you are on the pill 'cause I'm as lethal as hell." I almost began to spurt myself when I heard his comment, but still I managed to grunt "Just shoot, man!" With that his cock began to blow the first of several ropes of poisonous cum into my ass. When it was over we both collapsed onto the stool, my legs began to shake and he began that inevitable slow withdrawal from my body. I reached around to try to clean off his hot toxic cock but he had already moved on. I slowly pulled my clothes back on and decided I had gotten what I came for. I left the bar and felt a drop of bugged-up cum trickle down my leg as I crossed the still-busy street, on my way back to the hotel.

PART 3 Dean was focused on the laptop in front of him and quickly said “OK, there we go. Two more ads, one on Craig’s list, and one on BBRT. That should find us more more hot cocks to rape these two cumdumps. What do you say, faggots? You ready for some more randos to use your pussies? Here’s the ad: “Five guys, 18-30, partying together, three vers, two sloppy, loaded up bottom cumdumpsters, looking for other nasty pigs 18-40 to party some more, breed these dirty little fags, treat them like the whores they are. We’re into most nasty stuff, piss and fist to the head of the line. Send pics and come join us to get nasty.” Chris and I looked at each other and both got a shit-eating grin on our faces. I had four loads of sperm in my hole and Chris had 7. I needed to catch up. I needed to get more loads than Chris or at least catch up to him. I couldn’t let him outdo me when it came to getting my cunt loaded up. Dean posted the two ads on CL and BBRT but I also changed my Scruff and Growlr ads to show myself being more of a slut, debasing myself for loads. No load refused. I laid my phone on he bed next to me so I could respond to the messages quickly. I knew that my compact 18 year old hairy ass would quickly find some takers who wanted to breed me and once they were here they’d probably wanna breed Chris as well. Everyone wins. And I’d never tried piss before, so I wanted to see what that was about. As soon as the ads posted we started to get responses. Dean just smiled and I could tell he was just going to say yes and not give Chris or I any say in who came over to rape us. That was just fine with me. I’m a whore. I don’t get to pick and choose who shoves their cock in me. My cunt simply exists to let any cock use it and dump loads in it. The sooner that’s clear to the men fucking me, the better. I’m pretty sure Dean and Eric understood just how much of a whore I was. I know Chris did. He was lying on the bed next to me, sucking Eric’s cock lazily, trying to bring it back to life (I later found out they had all taken Cialis so they wouldn’t have a problem getting hard from the crystal). Eric was shoving his cock down Chris’ throat, making him deep throat it and moaning. “You nasty little faggot. You just want me to get hard again so I can rape you some more. Your fucking cunt is insatiable. I wonder if we can beat your record 22 loads in a weekend. You think, baby?” Chris looked up at Eric and smiled. “Whatever my Daddy wants, my Daddy gets. My cunt just lives to serve cock." Chris totally got me. Jose had gone into the other room, and Dean motioned me onto the floor. “Here, pig. Put this in your cunt so none of that sperm leaks out. You too, whore.” He handed me a fat buttplug and tossed an identical one to Chris. Eric grabbed it out of the air and made his lover turn around. He scooped up some of the cum that was leaking out of Chris’ ass and used it to lube up the plug and then shove it in with one push. Chris yelped. “FUCK, baby! That plug feels GOOD in my pussy. Don’t wanna waste any of that nice jizz.” Chris grabbed the plug out of my hand and motioned for me to turn around. Then he did the same thing, scooping up the jizz and lubing up the plug. “Here is comes, faggot.” With that he shoved the plug all the way inside me. My cunt was split open and it felt SO fucking good. I knew I was going to have to get some plugs of my own. This one was nice and fat and filled my cunt up, but only succeeded in making me more desperate for cock inside me. Dean grabbed his cock, which was half hard, and then my head and shoved it down my throat. His cock was nice and fat and fit down my throat really well, but I was hoping that he would get it hard enough to fuck me some more. My whole body was thinking about my need for cock in my ass. It was almost like I was just a hole. A receptacle for cocks. “That’s a good boy. Just nurse on my cock for a while so I can sort through these boys who wanna come over and pull a train on your fagdumps.” Eric got up and sat down next to Dean, and Chris followed him, kneeling on the floor in front of his boyfriend, so we could both suck on their cocks. “What do you think of this one,” Dean said. Eric smiled and said “fuck yeah, look at that cock. I wanna see him split them both open.” Dean laughed and said “not sure that will happen, they’re both pretty sloppy right now.” They both laughed. Jose came back into the room, holding a small bag. He said “I think we need to take this party to the next level. You ready, piggies?” They all laughed and said “fuck yeah!” Dean looked at me, pulled my mouth off his cock and said “you ever slammed before Justin? You ready for us to turn you into a HOLE?” I already felt like a total hole, so I wondered how much more I could feel, but I knew that I needed more cock, so I just grinned and said “fuck yeah. As long as it means more cum in my pussy, then I want it.” “Good,”Dean said. “We probably weren’t going to give you a choice anyway. But I had a feeling you wouldn’t say no. You’re a nasty little piggy. I can’t wait to teach you all about the depths of depravity." I still wasn’t entirely sure what they were talking about, but I didn’t care. I went back to sucking on Dean’s cock. Jose sat between Eric and Dean on the sofa, and I Chris and I took turns sucking on his cock as well. I was dying to get his load in my cunt as well instead of just in my mouth. Dean shut his laptop at the same time I heard my phone buzz. I grabbed it and saw a text from Daddy. “How you doing baby boy? You being a good whore for those boys?” I texted him back. “Fuck yes, Daddy! Thank you! I have five loads in me now and some more guys are coming over to breed me and the other bottom. They got me high and I feel amazing. I feel like a hole. Just a fucking cum hole. I hope you’re proud of me. I never said no” I waited a moment and the reply came “That’s my boy. Daddy raised you right. You enjoy those cocks and loads and when you come home, Daddy will have a surprise for you.” Dean looked over at me and said “who you chatting with, piggy?” “Just my Dad,” I said. “You should invite him over so he can watch his own son get gang raped by strangers. That’s what he wanted isn’t it?” Dean grinned and stroked his cock while he played with his hairy chest. “Really? I dunno if he’d wanna come over.” I turned back to the phone and texted him with the address. Then I saw that there were Growlr and Scruff messages and since I was just a cumdump, I handed the phone to Dean so he could answer them. “Here you answer the messages on my phone. I don’t get to choose who breeds me, all I know is I need cock inside me and I need it soon.” The rest of the boys laughed out loud and Eric grabbed the phone from Dean. “My turn.” He swiped quickly through the messages and showed a couple of the guys to Dean. After a few minutes I could feel my cunt throbbing from desire and the buttplug that was deep inside me, opening up my hole for the cock raping to come. Then I heard the doorbell ring. Dean smiled and kissed me and Chris in turn. “OK, piggies. It’s showtime. Dumpsters on the bed. Ass up, face down.” Eric went to answer the door and I could hear him talking to two men. All I heard was “Yeah, we both just need a cunt to unload in. Sounds like your tweaked out bottoms are pretty greedy.” Eric laughed and said “You have no idea.” Eric walked back into the bedroom with two new guys in tow who both quickly removed their clothes. Both of them were tall, muscled college age guys, kind of “bro” in their look but with a nasty, pierced, pervy edge. One them was covered in thick blonde hair and had a beard, the other one was more smooth and had a dark beard. Yum. They both sported nice fat cocks, which I knew were going to feel amazing raping my cumdump. They introduced themselves as Josh and Dan. They pulled out pipes and started smoking and Jose said “we were just about to slam when you got here…..” Both of them smiled and Dan said “fuck dude, go ahead. I love breeding a cumdump that’s slammed up and begging for dick like a whore. Can I put my cock inside his pussy before you slam him?” Jose laughed and said “sure, dude.” Then I pulled my legs over my shoulders and presented my cunt to the assembled cocks for raping. I gave a gentle push and the plug popped out of me and I could feel sperm dripping down my legs. Jose pulled out five syringes and told Chris and I to lie on our backs. He and Eric put straps around our arms while Dean began to do himself. “You’re going to feel a little prick,” Eric said to me. “For the last time tonight, judging by the cocks in this room,” Dean laughed. I felt the needle pierce my skin. Eric walked me through what was going to happen. “You’re going to feel a rush. Just ride it out. You may cough a lot. Just go with it. We’re here. You’ll be fine.” Josh put his pipe down (but not before giving me yet another shotgun) and started to jerk his hard cock. “You ready to get raped, faggot? I’m gonna fucking knock your cunt up.” He got on the bed and shoved his cock in my about to be slammed up cumdump. He held it there, and Dan leaned over to give Josh a shotgun, which he then passed to me. While I was taking the smoke in, I watched Eric pull the plunger back and it registered red, and then he pushed the clear, thick liquid into my vein. He reached up and removed the strap from my arm and I felt the rush. I was suddenly very hot and began to cough. I had never felt so horny before in my life. Dan reached over and passed me another shotgun and said “Let’s get this faggot SPUN and RAPED.” I laid back on the bed and caught my breath. “Guys I really need you all inside me. Maybe at the same time. I gotta get your loads. I need them. Please fucking fuck me! You can do whatever you want to me, just give me your fucking cocks!” Josh was already inside me and started to pound my pussy hard before I even stopped coughing. I knew I was in for a long night, and I couldn’t wait. If things worked out well, Daddy would come over and see me serving my true purpose. Being gang raped by complete strangers and loving every minute of it.

After studying for four hours, Terry gazed out the window at the warm, Queensland sunshine and decided to quit for the day. Summer was finally here and it brought a smile to his face, meaning for him, beer parties, beaches, barbecues, cruises along the coast, checking out all the shirtless guys, and plenty of parties. Yes, summer was his favorite time of the year and he wasn't about to waste a day of it, especially since he lived so near the beach at the Goldcoast and also near a gym where some of the hottest bodybuilders on the coast trained. Putting away his lecture notes and computer, Terry tidied-up the apartment, grabbed his gym gear, telling himself he'd be back about 10 or 11 the next morning to finish writing his paper. He was looking forward at finally getting past his university years and getting some decent work. It was going to be a hot day. He anticipated the gym would likely be filled with studs. Terry always played it cool there, because it wasn't actually a gay gym. Sure, some of the gay guys trained there, but Terry went for the equipment and the serious atmosphere; he didn't want to develop a bad reputation. For a boy who enjoyed copping a good load of cock and cum it was important to remain discreet. He was on the pec-deck machine when he noticed the blond Adonis. The man, who was at least fifteen years Terry's senior, had big arms and sexy legs, which he was working on the leg extension machine. Terry had seen him before, even in the shower once, but he didn't want the blond hunk to notice that he was being cruised. But what a face and body - deep tan, beautiful blue eyes, blond hair, and a huge piece of meat. Terry reckoned the hunk's stick would grow to at least ten inches - if sucked properly. Terry also occasionally speculated about the pleasure of sliding his long cock into the Adonis' (presumably) tight, athletic asshole and fucking it long and hard, although Terry was equally enticed by the prospect of being bred by the man. At 21 Terry was around six feet in height and a proportional weight, brown hair and an athletic build, bordering on muscular owing to the hours he put in at the gym. His seven inch cock was respectable and he could usually give as good as he got, but as much as Terry loved copping a bareback load, he was very careful to sleep only with neg guys, taking the view there was no point taking a risk even if a potential playmate said he was on meds. Terry waited a few minutes after the stud left for the locker room, then he casually followed. He was standing at his locker peeling off his sweaty gym shorts when Terry stepped up to his locker, an arms-length from that of the Adonis. While Terry could imagine sniffing and licking the gym shorts clean, he nevertheless made an appropriately neutral remark to the Adonis in saying "You're growing. Guess those hard workouts are paying off." "Yeah, thanks. I guess so. I'm up to 202 pounds, and my arms are 18 inches. Within six months they'll hit 19," the blond responded, flexing his biceps. "You'll make it, just stick it out,its impressive to see you working out and training hard" Terry said. "I'm Jeff," the Adonis said, sticking out his hand. "I'm Terry. I might want to train with you someday if it's okay. Maybe I could pick up a few pointers from a pro like you," Terry smiled, and, as if spontaneously suggested "Say, listen, I just picked up some great post workout protein. Why don't you stop over and we could chat and you can try some? I live near the beach, about a mile from here. Maybe we could go for a quick swim." "Sounds good," Jeff answered. "I'm off today, but I gotta pick up my partner around 1:00 PM. He can wait though." He pulled off his jock strap, giving Terry a look at that thick piece of meat. Shit, soft it was six or seven inches. And nice and thick. What a powerhouse body it was attached to! Terry was more than ready, even if he wasn't sure Jeff was actually up for fucking him. 'I'll find a way', Terry thought. 'Either I'll get a hard cock down my throat, or just a mate with whom to work out, so there's no harm'. As Jeff leaned over into his locker, Terry caught a glimpse of a tattoo across Jeff's lower back. The tattoo vaguely resembled a biohazard symbol but Jeff turned before Terry could get a decent look. An hour later Jeff's legs, in sexy short pants, were sprawled across the coffee table. While they chatted and enjoyed their post workout protein Terry became hornier and hornier. He could smell the fresh sweat coming off Jeff after his workout and longed to lick it off him. "You got some big muscles, you're probably a good poser. Why don't I watch you hit some poses?" Terry suggested. "I would, but I didn't bring any posing tights," Jeff responded, adding as an after thought "You think I'm pretty well built, huh?" "I sure do," Terry answered. "You don't need posing tights, just take off your shorts and let's see you flex." Jeff complied without a word, stripping naked, and commencing to flex his arms, chest, torso and legs. The more Terry appreciated it, the harder Jeff got. "What a great body! Yeah, those are some big muscles," Terry said, reaching out and squeezing Jeff's arm. Terry was into body worship with bodybuilders, and Jeff dug having his body admired. As he turned around Terry saw something that made his stomach drop. He worst suspicions were confirmed. A giant biohazard tattoo emblazoned across Jeff's lower back and right ass cheek. But, Terry quickly decided, given a chance he would still be more than willing to suck and perve Jeff, although Terry promised himself there was no way Jeff would pop his cock into Terry's ass. Then they started horsing around. "I'm pretty strong, too. I bet I could take you in a wrestling match," Terry suggested. Instantly Jeff was on him, tackling him to the ground and wrapping his legs around Terry's waist. They wrestled for a few minutes, with Terry getting off on the feel of Jeff's smooth muscles pinning him down. By this point Jeff had sprouted a full-on erection, which swayed in the air as he pinned Terry down. The sweat between the two bodies made a sure grip difficult, so inevitably the two were sliding about. The aroma of their sweat was utterly intoxicating. Terry couldn't believe he was wrestling and sweaty with this gorgeous guy, asking himself 'Why does he have to be so dangerous?' Just then Jeff twisted Terry's arm in a hammerlock, commanding "Open your mouth. Suck my cock." Caught by surprise, Terry still managed to reply "You ain't that tough, you can't make me." Jeff wrapped his legs around Terry's throat and choked him. "C'mon, open your mouth, you know you want it, cocksucker. You know you dig being a slave to a bodybuilder. Open your mouth so I can shove my big poz dick in it and choke you. I know you saw my tatt." Terry felt like he was really going to choke from the pressure of Jeff's muscular legs on his throat, so far from unwillingly, he followed Jeff's command, whereupon Jeff rammed his throbbing cock between Terry's lips. "You bite it once and you'll be sorry." Terry obeyed, sucking it and licking it, pleasing~his powerful master. "I've seen you checking out my body at the gym before," Jeff said, shoving his giant meat down his victim's throat. "You thought I never noticed. Shit, I can tell when a dude digs my body. You want to eat my cock and balls, you'd probably even suck on my dirty asshole. Well, now's your chance, slave, I'm really gonna shove it to you." Jeff climbed on top of Terry and began fucking his mouth, shoving his hard dick over the tongue and far into the throat. The giant piece of meat was stretching his throat creating a a horrible, but admittedly familiar pain. Terry loved it rough but was he willing to take everything that Jeff wanted to give him? Jeff grabbed Terry's arm and turned him over, pulling both arms behind his back and forcing Terry over his stomach. Terry tried to struggle free, but the bodybuilder's powerful arms and legs kept him down. "When's the last time a bodybuilder like me fucked you good and hard, huh, boy? You like taking a man's big poz load?" Jeff asked him, twisting his arm harder. "Hey, man," Terry yelled. "I'm not into all this; I don't want take your poz cum. I only fuck neg guys." "Well, problem is I'm horny and I need somewhere to blow my load. I think your tight little ass looks damn good, neg or not." Jeff pinned Terry to the bed and slowly shoved his cock into his tight asshole. Terry yelled as the thick meat entered him. "Ohhh, no, please, not so hard, not so fast, please. You'll tear me." Slowly Jeff shoved more of his cock into Terry's butt. The combination of sweat and spit was the only lube Terry got until his hole tore a bit, after which Terry's blood supplemented the lubrication available to the giant cock. Jeff's pace increased, and before long his entire nine inch cock was balls-deep in Terry's hole. Terry thought he was going to faint from the pain, but Jeff continued pumping. "Ohh, yeah, feels good, yeah, your ass is nice and tight. You dig this big poz cock up your asshole, don't you? You know you like it. Tell me you like it. I want to hear it," Jeff said as he fucked away. He wanted to hear Terry beg for his load, but begging wasn't critical. His balls wouldn't be denied for a formality. Terry's tight ass deserved to be seeded. A minute or so later Jeff withdrew into himself, closed his eyes as he licked his lips; he anticipated the surge of power. He was about to come, and ever the gentleman he delicately let Terry know saying "I'm gonna shoot this toxic load up you. Ohhhh, take it, yeah. Take my fucking babies!," as his balls ejected his poz load deep into Terry's ass, spurt after spurt after spurt of viscous cum coating the inside of Terry's hole. After laying on Terry's back for a few minutes, at which time each man struggled to catch his breath, Jeff withdrew his cock from Terry's ass, rose, and stepped into the bathroom for a cursory shower. Terry, meanwhile, was uncertain what to do or how to act, rose, pulled on his short pants and t-shirt, and stepped into the next room. A few minutes later Jeff, now dressed, presentable, and carrying his gym bag, stepped into the front room where he found Terry was sitting in his living room smoking a cigarette, still aching from the rape/fuck. "See you around, kid," Jeff said, winking. "I won't say anything to the guys at the gym if you won't." With that he left, slamming the door closed. Terry, meanwhile, although unsure of the best course of action, was aware of at least one unresolved matter, namely, he hadn't gotten off. Sliding his shorts down, he began jacking his rigid cock, the memory of Jeff's powerful body, and Jeff's thick cock as mental stimulation. Terry had had rape fantasies before, but they had never come true. But this was for real--a real rape from a real man. Nothing fake about this, he thought, as he lay back on the couch and jerked off. Suddenly four or five gobs of white cum shot from his cock onto his legs and hand, and onto the couch. "I want to get raped again," he thought as the cum oozed from his dick. But he was poz? Was that what made it so hot? He hopped in the shower, wiped the cum from his legs, showered and dressed. Fuck it, he thought, time for another trick. He kept the hot cum deep inside his bruised torn ass. Hopefully it would act as a salve for the next big cock to pound him. He pulled on his yellow tank top, a pair of jeans, and his tennis shoes, and headed out the door. Quickly hopping in his car, he decided to cruise along ocean road for a while. It was a warm summer evening. Fifteen minutes later, he noticed a hitchhiker who, from a distance, looked damned good. Terry slowed down and pulled over. "Shit," he thought, "what a hunk." The hitchhiker leaned in the car. "Where ya headed?" Terry asked. "Just goin' to Burleigh Heads," he answered with a smile. "Hop in, man. You got a great tan. You must have gotten a head start on it," Terry said as they drove along the coast. "Yeah, I spent some time in Florida. Anyway, all this sunshine makes me horny." Terry looked at him and smiled. The hitchhiker reached over and groped Terry's crotch. "Let's go back to my pad," Terry suggested. In ten minutes they were at Terry's, pulling off their clothes and hopping into bed. His name was Scott, he was 25, and he was spending the summer hitching around Australia before returning to work in the fall. Scott knew how to kiss. They licked each other's teeth, tongue and mouth. Then Terry went down on him, licking his cock and sucking his balls. Scott's tight ass looked good. It was clean and salty; Terry sucked it out good. Scott moaned in pleasure, then turned around, grabbed Terry by the hips and sucked his cock. Terry closed his eyes and rubbed Scott's head and shoulders, enjoying the expert service he was getting. Scott began sucking frantically, and it drove Terry to ecstasy. He shot off in Scott's mouth, sending gobs of thick cum down his throat. "Eat out my ass, that felt good," Scott ordered. Terry was ready for more. He licked Scott's ass, sucked and kissed it until Scott told him to replace his tongue with his cock. No arguments. Terry reached over the headboard for the KY, and greased his cock and Scott's asshole. He slid his dick in and they immediately developed a perfect fuck rhythm. They continued fucking and kissing until they were both ready to come. Terry relaxed when his sperm shot out of his cock and into Scott's asshole. "Ohhh, yeah, I'm coming; it feels great, ohhhh, yeah, it's shootin' out," Terry moaned. Terry had now come twice, and it was time to get his partner off. Scott sat on Terry's face with his cock sticking out and Terry sucked it for a while. "Oh, I'm so hot, I've got to shoot." Scott clenched his fists as his cream shot into Terry's mouth. Gobs and gobs of warm, thick juice filled Terry's mouth. He tasted it in his mouth, then slowly and sensuously swallowed the thick load, enjoying every drop of it. They got dressed and headed out. Scott wanted to be dropped off at a friend's place in Santa Monica; Terry was tired and sexually fulfilled. He was going home. He dropped Scott off, gave him a good-bye kiss, then headed back to his apartment. On the way, he passed the gym and glanced over. He saw a stud with bulging arms in a tank top, a nice smile on his good-looking face; he was sticking out his thumb for a ride. Terry could hardly believe it. He had seen the guy in the gym before and wanted to meet him, but had never had the chance. Like a reflex action, Terry made a U-turn, pulled over and stopped. 'How could I possibly be horny after all this?' Terry asked himself. Still, he opened the window and the stud peeked in and announced "I'm headed down the street." That was enough for Terry. "Sounds good to me," he replied, thinking to himself as the man stepped into the car realized he had seen him at the gym, although he knew nothing beyond that detail, so he commented "You look familiar, I've seen you working out at the gym." "Yeah, you have. I've seen you too, in fact I saw you today. You left at the same time my partner did," he explained. "He's well known here, his name is Jeff." 'It never stops', Terry thought as he drove off into the night with his new fuck buddy.

Angelo - Part 2 I was finding it difficult to walk normally so decided to take the bus. Taking my seat I jumped up a little as he pain hit me, it was turning out to be a very uncomfortable trek home. As the bus pulled up to my stop I stood up with the weird feeling of my underwear being stuck to my ass as I tried to adjust it without anyone noticing. Opening the door to the house it was very quiet so I guessed my family had gone out, I headed to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I took off my shorts and noticed a damp patch on the back and felt quietly embarrassed. Pulling down my underwear I noticed a pink slimy mess had congregated in them and decided to rinse them out so headed to the bathroom. As I stood rinsing them in the sink I felt a trickle run down the inside of my thigh so grabbing some tissue I wiped it up noticing yet more of the slimy pink mixture escaping from my ass. I cleaned myself up as best as I could then went back to my bedroom picking up my trousers off the floor I remembered the note in the pocket. Debating to destroy it I paused and read it once more, doing so caused a stirring in my groin. Maybe this was fate and we were destined to be together, stupid idiot I told myself. Picking up my phone I added the number to my contacts and tore the note up in to small pieces, there I thought, if I need to and I can remove him easily enough. Tired from my day and somewhat aching I pulled the duvet back and snuggled down in bed to have a nap for a few hours. I woke with a startle and felt myself laying in a wet patch and new immediately that more of his cum had escaped my ass, my sense of smell picked up an usual odour which must be what a fucked ass smelt like. This was all very new to me and wasn't sure if this was normal Cleaning up the mess as best I could and taking a shower to rid the slimly mess on the inside of my thighs again. Sitting on the bed I picked up the phone and started typing a message "Your cum is still seeping out of my ass." and hit send. The buzzing of my phone startled me a little. I read the message "Good. Let me know when you want me to breed you again.". The rest of the weekend went by without any further incidents but my ass was still hurting but subsiding slowly through Sunday and in to Monday. The week went by in a flash and college was hectic with lots of assignments to complete so I was kept pretty busy until Friday early evening. Assignments completed meant I had the weekend to myself, laying back on the bed group texting with friends deciding if were going out. I then stumbled across his old message. Something was drawing me to reply but the thought of having my body brutalised again should have been enough of warning. I typed one word "Hi" and a smiley face. His response came straight away "Meet me at the bathhouse in 20 minutes.", oh crap I said to myself, a second messaged arrived from him "When you arrive give your name as Tiger to the attendant.", not thinking any more I quickly dressed and headed out. Opening the entrance door the same attendant as before was manning the desk. I walked up as he asked my name, "Tiger" I said. He looked at me handed a locker key and told me my visit had been paid for. I must have looked slightly confused but he smiled "lucky you" he commented. Descending the stairs to the lower level I found it was really busy and trying to move around was a challenge. Hands were grabbing at me from all directions making me feel extremely vulnerable and disorientated. Two burly men collared me and started closing in forcing me in to the corner by the shower cubicles their hands reached out an grabbed hold of my arms, they started to steer me towards a dark corridor off to one side. I froze on the spot trying to pull away from their grasp. A tattooed arm appeared from behind and a familiar vice like grip secured me around the wait. The two men looked up as his voice bellowed "Fuck off and leave my boy alone.". Without any hesitation they released me and backed off hands raised in a surrender. He guided me to a private room that had a day bed in and turned to leave, I grabbed his arm. He looked back at me and spoke for the first time directly to me "No one will touch you, don't worry I am going to get us a drink.". Several men passed by looking in a guy who could have been no older than myself lingered posing in the entrance eyeing me up and down and stepped over the threshold. An arm grabbed him and warned him "Don't do it, he belongs to Angelo", a look of horror on his face he made a clumsy rapid exit. Angelo as I now knew his name, returned with two soft drinks. He closed the door and secured the lock as he offered me one of the drinks, I thanked him and he sat down beside me taking a swig he put the drink down on the floor. I took a small sip and put my drink down his arm wrapping around my neck and his hand resting on my chest he pulled me in and gave me a very tender french kiss. This man of little words quickly removed both our towels, he swung me around straddling his lap. Stroking the side of my face and whispering "I knew you would want me again." as he pulled me in to another kiss. His arms now wrapping my body tightly I felt comfortable and secure knowing where this was going. I raised my hips slightly and he removed one arm, spat in to his hand and rubbing it in to my hole he then guided his cock towards my ass. Tingling then a sharp burning pain ran up my body as I felt the head of his cock penetrating me. Pushing his hips up and forcing me down his cock tore it's way in to my body I moaned in to mouth repeatedly. Coming to rest on his lap he let out what seemed like gratifying purr. He disengaged our kiss "My boy. Back where you belong." he muttered whilst kissing my neck. I felt myself being lifted up forcing me to lock my legs around his waist as he stood up our mouths met in an excited yearning manner. In one swift movement I found my self on my back in a missionary position, he gently started gyrating his hips. The sensation was overwhelming as my body shuddered at this new experience he looked me in the eye a big broad smile on his face. I relaxed completely stroking his back as he switched between thrusting and gyrating, my back arching, body responding to his movements in unison. His arm wrapped around my neck pulling us closer face to face, we kissed tenderly as I held his neck I could feel his cock beginning to go rigid and swell putting more strain against my ass lining as he thrusted in and out with total abandonment. He grunted loudly several times as delivered the first river seed in to my body. An agonising cry emitted from me at the sexual slaughtering my body was taking. Every forward jolt of his body meant another release of seed being planted deep in my body. Still locked together he rolled on his side, his arms wrapped around my body. My head nestled in his neck and feeling the fading of his orgasm I tenderly kissed his neck as he tightened his arms around me. The warmth of our entwined bodies, his dominance over me just draw me deeper and deeper into hedonism and I just wanted to lay here with him forever. After some time had passed I felt his hips pushing up as he started working up to take me again. His orgasm was a big as the first but this time he stayed inside me gently pushing his cock deep making sure his seed was planted firmly. We enjoyed a very sensual kiss as he began to remove his cock slowly. A cry escaped my lips as his head finally pulled free. As we left the room I was told to go home, climbing the stairs I looked around to see him disappear in to the steam room.

Part 1: Ryan and the Scally Lads "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jared asked, absentmindedly brushing his blond hair out of his face. "Yes. Definitely.” Ryan tried to not roll his eyes. “Come on... aren't you even a little bit curious?" Jared looked at the the building in front of them. They were in a part of Manchester he hadn’t been to before. It was dark, and the object of their interest was in the basement of an old building that hadn’t served its original purpose (probably some kind of industrial space) in decades. There was a sign but the name was generic enough that neither he nor Ryan would have known what it was — a gay “sauna” — except for the ad they had seen in a magazine in one of the bars on Canal Street. "No. I've got a pretty good idea what goes on in there. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to be a slag. Don't you want to save yourself for someone special?" Ryan knew exactly who that "special" person for him was in Jared's mind: Jared. He and his friend were both Mormon, had been raised in the same ward (congregation), and — around the time they hit puberty — had felt drawn together. For Ryan, it was simply because they had something in common... they were both gay in a church that didn't look on that very favourably. For Jared, it was more. He believed they were "destined" to be together. Ryan had tried to let his friend down easy. Jared just wasn't his type. Even now when they had been bar hopping on Canal Street, Jared dressed like he was on a church outing. He wouldn't even drink alcohol. With his thin and hairless body he was the picture of a typical twink. He was cute but didn’t do anything for Ryan sexually. Ryan had always been attracted to rougher guys. Council estate lads who would shock his middle class Tory parents back home in Essex (if he ever told them he was gay). Crass, tough, and a bit scary. That's what got him hard. But, no matter what Ryan did or said, Jared didn't want to hear it. "I stopped believing in soulmates around the same time that I stopped calling myself a Mormon.". Ryan said. It wasn’t the first time he had said that (or something similar) to Jared but his friend still looked hurt at his words. "I'm going in. You coming?" "No. I don't think so. I'll wait for you over on Canal Street for awhile... in case you change your mind." "I won't." "Just... just be careful. Ok? Be safe. I've heard guys don't always wear condoms in places like this." It was good advice, Ryan decided. He didn't want to get sick. He was on the rowing team for the university and knew his tight body was his best feature. Well... tight body, dark hair, blue eyes... and a butt to die for. He had not yet done anything other than sucking a cock or getting sucked... but he had watched enough porn to know that he was a bottom. Which was, of course, another reason he knew there was no future for him and Jared... what were two bottoms supposed to do together? But no. He had not yet surrendered his ass. Tonight, however, he was determined to change that. Tonight, he would lose his virginity. "I’ll be safe. And thanks." He gave Jared a friendly hug, walked down the steps, and into the building. Jared waited where he stood for a couple minutes, ignoring the leering look some drunk gave him, before turning around and walking back to Canal Street and the bars. Inside, Ryan paid his admission and passed through a turnstile. He wasn’t sure what to expect... but the somewhat generic locker room wasn’t it. Still, he guessed it made sense. He knew guys walked around with nothing on but a towel ... so they needed to secure their clothes somewhere. He was pleased when he saw a couple other guys checking him out as he got undressed. They weren't his type ... but it made him hopeful he wouldn’t just be ignored. He wrapped the towel he had been given around his waist and set off to explore. Despite his bravado with Jared, and his sincere desire to have "real sex", he was nervous. How would he know a guy was interested? How would they know he wanted to get fucked? Should he tell them he was a virgin? He started with a walkthrough of the bathhouse to see what it was like... and to give himself time to calm down. There was a jacuzzi and a steam room, then showers, then a TV room. Steps led down to a short tunnel and then back up to several areas with different types of booths. Then another tunnel that led back over to the entrance from the locker room. Then, as he was turning a corner, he ran face first into a man coming in from the lockers. The man smelled like he had been working hard all day and hadn’t showered before coming to the sauna. Not dirty, just a little sweaty. He was about Ryan's age — maybe a year or two older. About 6 feet tall and lean. He had close cropped ginger hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken sometime. There was a tattoo on his hip but the towel covered almost all it it so it wasn’t clear what it was. Not a “pretty boy”... but incredibly sexy in Ryan's eyes. Ryan's dick was hard instantly. "Oi! Watch where you going, boy." "I'm so sorry. My fault. I wasn’t looking where i was going.". Ryan stammered. Two other men stepped out of the locker room, glancing at Ryan before turning to the man he had run into. "What's all this noise, you ginger cunt?" It was more banter than an actual insult. The man who spoke had 'dirty blond' hair and blue eyes. Unlike every other man Ryan had seen so far, he was wearing a pair of shiny black trackies instead of a towel and expensive looking trainers on his feet. His upper body, however, was bare. He wasn’t fat, not even remotely, but he had just a hint of a belly. Still muscled though. Just the kind of muscles you get from hard work not working out. The ginger man sneered at his two friends. "This little bitch ran into me. I think he wanted to see what a real man feels like." Ryan blushed and tried to stammer out another apology. "I think you're onto something there Scotty. Look how hard his little dick is." Ryan didn’t think his dick was "little" (it was about 5 1/2 inches) but he was hard as a rock. "Yeah. What fag boi wouldn’t be hard at the thought of this?" Scotty groped himself through the towel. Fuck! He was hung. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off what looked to be eight inches... and not yet fully hard. He just stood and stared. "You know what we have here lads?" The third man spoke for the first time. He was a bit shorter than the other two, maybe 5’ 10”, but was the most muscular of them. His hair was dark like Ryan's but his eyes were brown. "I think you've found a virgin." The ginger smiled and seemed, suddenly, to be friendly. He put his arm around Ryan's shoulder.. Ryan couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a deep breath of the man's musk and sweat. He smelled soooo good. "Is that true, boi? Are you hiding a cherry under that towel?" "Well... kinda. I mean I've sucked a guy off before." "Thats just foreplay." The guy in the trackies laughed. "If you've never had a dick in your ass, you're a virgin." Unsure what to say, Ryan just nodded. "That's shameful!". The ginger man said with mock seriousness. "I can't believe some guy hasn't claimed that prize yet. A fine piece of ass like you.” He turned to his friends and winked. “I think we should help him out lads." The other two nodded and agreed. Not even trying to hide their smiles. "You want that, boi? You want me to fix that ‘cherry problem’ of yours?" Ryan looked at the three studs who now had circled him. Like sharks. Hungry sharks. Hungry — and very sexy — sharks. He took another whiff of the ginger man’s musk... he smelled like walking sex. A wet dream come true. "Please...?" was the only word he could form. "Good boi.". The third man, the muscular one with dark hair, smiled. "I'm Troy. This... " he gestured vaguely at the guy in track pants. "... is Connor. And you probably figured out that this ginger fucker’s name is Scotty." "I'm ... I'm Ryan." He couldn’t believe his luck at meeting up with these three chavs. Or scallies as they called them here in Manchester. "Where you from, Ryan?". Connor asked as the three lads led him deep into the sauna... back to one of the areas with booths he had walked by earlier. "Essex." "Oh. We've got a posh boi here lads. Best be on good behaviour." "No. No. Really... just be yourselves. I ... um... I like it." "Just yanking your chain, boi. Relax. You here at Uni then?" Ryan nodded, delighted as they seemed to ease him into their little group. "I never had much use for school myself.” Connor said. “Too many bullshit rules.” "Enough chatter.” Scotty interrupted. “The only thing Ryan here needs to worry about right now is my popping his cherry and setting him free." Ryan blushed but his cock strained even harder under his towel. Troy opened a booth door and gestured for Ryan to enter. The booth was filled wall to wall with a large mattress (if that was the right word.... more of a big cushion or pad) which was elevated enough that they had to climb in. It was large but still a little cramped when the four of them were all in and the door closed. It hadn’t occurred to Ryan until that moment that there would be witnesses to his deflowering. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought but didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of these guys and ruin his chance. Troy surprised him by pulling him in for a kiss. His mouth tasted of cigarettes and beer. Ryan wasn’t crazy about smoking ... but was too turned on to care. Troy lay down to the mattress, pulling Ryan down on top of him... which served to raise his ass up a bit. Scotty pulled the university student's towel off. The ginger man leaned over on top of Ryan so he could whisper in his ear. "You've got a lovely arse here, Ry. I'm gonna love WRECKING it." Ryan looked up nervously. "Ignore him. He just likes messing with you." Connor assured him. "But... well... he IS big. Especially for your first time. I do have something that can help though..." He pulled out a small brown bottle from a pocket on his trackies. "I don’t think I want to do any drugs..." "Oh its not like that. Just poppers. They just help you relax." "I'm not sure..." "Connor is right.". Troy said beneath him. "They really will help. Just give them a quick try. If you don't like them, no harm done... right?" Ryan nodded reluctantly. He reached for the bottle but Connor shook his head. "You’d better let me hold them. The last thing you want to do is spill them down your nose. Here, just take a big sniff..." A moment later and Ryan felt warm. Like he was blushing. And then just a little woozy. But he barely noticed as Scotty buried his face in his crack and started licking his hole. "Oh. My. Fuck!". Ryan moaned. The bottle was back under his nose. "Sniff." Connor said. Ryan didn't argue. ---- Jared looked out the window of the bar. He didn't really expect Ryan to give up or come to his senses so quickly, but he hoped he would. They were perfect for each other. It was so obvious to him. He couldn't understand why Ryan didn't see it. He hoped that, by letting Ryan "sow his wild oats", he would get this nonsense out of his system and be ready to settle down as boyfriends. He took another sip of his diet cola and decided to give Ryan a bit longer to come find him. ---- Ryan was in heaven. Scotty’s tongue, and the occasional finger, was still buried in his ass and Troy’s lips were still locked with his. The poppers had left him so horny he could scream. Connor lifted his head up. “I’m feeling left out, Essex boy. Why don’t you use your mouth on this?” He pulled his trackies down with one hand, just far enough to free his dick, and with the other hand pulled Ryan’s face into his crotch. Ryan opened his mouth and swallowed the cock. It wasn’t quite as long or thick as Scotty’s but it was still the biggest he had ever had in his mouth. He couldn’t help but gag a bit. Troy had the poppers now and placed them next to his nose. “Sniff, Ryan.” Ryan obeyed. Scotty had gotten a bit more aggressive with his fingers now... but the poppers helped him handle that as well. Troy had told him that Scotty needed to stretch his hole so he could enjoy his first fuck more. Ryan just wished the ginger was more careful with his fingernails... he was feeling a bit scraped up. Then... the tongue and fingers were withdrawn. “You ready? You ready for me to pop that cherry and make you the slut you were born to be?” Ryan pulled his mouth off of Connor’s cock but Troy held him tightly enough from below that he couldn’t really turn around to look at Scotty. “Fuck me!” “Bossy little bitch, aren’t ya.” Scotty sneered. He started running his cock up and down along Ryan’s ass. “Um. You’re going to use a condom, right?” Ryan pointed to the container on the wall that held condoms and lube. “Of course, boy. The lads and I always play safe.” Ryan couldn’t tell if Scotty was being sarcastic or if that was just the way he always talked. “You shouldn’t use those condoms though.” Troy told him. “There are guys who will tamper with them. We always bring our own...so we know what condition they are in.” “Oh cool. Thank you guys.” Ryan still couldn’t turn around but he could hear the condom being opened and rolled on Scotty’s cock. “Here. Give me your hand.” Scotty ordered. Ryan reached his hand back and Scotty placed his fingers around the big — no, massive — cock that was about to penetrate him. He could feel the johnny firmly in place. He felt some cold gel applied to his hole and pushed in with a couple fingers. There was a slight tingling sensation. “Lube with a numbing effect.” Scotty told him. “Will make your first time easier.” Ryan smiled nervously. “I’m really glad my first time is with you. You making this so perfect. Thank you.” “No worries.” Connor replied. “Maybe a boy like you knows, deep down, that he needs what we have to give him.” Ryan didn’t understand but didn’t have time to think about it as he felt the invader pressing against his hole. Scotty slapped his ass. “Don’t tighten up.” “Just relax and push down on his cock.” Troy said below him. “Better fill his mouth with that dick of yours, Connor.” Scott ordered. “I think he’s going to be a loud one.” Ryan didn’t resist as Connor’s cock filled his mouth again. And he tried to push back as Troy had suggested. But it hurt. Oh fuck! It hurt. Troy held the poppers under his nose again. He sniffed deep. Scotty slapped his ass again. Harder. Much harder. Startling him. But, apparently, it was enough to make his hole spasm open... as he found Scotty had managed to push the thick head of his uncut cock in. It felt like someone had shoved a cricket bat up his ass. He tried to cry out... but with Connor’s dick in his mouth it just sounded like moans. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Scotty grunted. “Your cherry will always be mine.” “You’re doing good.” Troy assured him. “Now push back and let him get more inside.” Ryan’s eyes were watering with the pain but he did as instructed. He had done it. He had a cock in his ass. And now, despite the pain, he wanted more. Scotty was not patient but it still took several minutes before that big cock bottomed out inside him. Before he finally felt Scotty’s heavy balls slapping his ass. Scotty slowly pulled back until just the head was inside. Then back again balls deep. Out. And in. After a few minutes of this action, Scotty pulled all the way out. Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands behind him, doing something. He had a moment of panic... was Scotty taking the condom off? He reached back but could still feel the condom there. “Don’t worry, slut. The condom was just sliding a bit... so I’m pulling it on me tighter. “ And then the cock was back in. Thrusting in. And sliding out. A few minutes later and Scotty pulled out again. He rubbed some more lube in Ryan’s hole. Connor leaned over Ryan, looking at his friend’s cock with a smile. “You’d better pull the condom REALLY tight. Make sure it stays on.” Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands stretching the condom tight behind him. After a moment Scotty groaned slightly. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.” Connor said with a smile. As the cock went in, Ryan decided the extra lube was really helping. This felt amazing. Better than it had just a moment or two earlier. Still, he reached back, trying to be subtle. The cock was deep in his hole but he could still feel the base of the condom so he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m starting to think you don’t trust me, boi.” “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.” “Shhh.” Connor said. “Just get that mouth back on my cock.” Ryan did but couldn’t really focus on it. Connor, however, seemed content to just let it sit there for now. Scotty’s thrusts were getting stronger. More erratic. The cock seeming to swell up even more inside him. Every man knows what that means. Instinctively, Ryan started pushing back harder. Into the fuck. And was rewarded. “Yeah. You’re pushing me over the edge! Here it cums, you slut.” Scotty kept thrusting as he came before finally collapsing on Ryan’s back. His breath escaping in ragged bursts. After a few moments he pulled himself out of the hole and sat up. Connor withdrew his cock from Ryan’s mouth and Troy released his hold, allowing the student to sit up slightly and look around. Scotty had already wrapped his towel around his waist and was throwing the used condom in a small trash can in the corner. Ryan could just see the tip of the tattoo under the towel and again wondered what it was. Scotty smirked. “Looks like I may have used too much lube. It’s dripping out of you.” Connor moved behind him. “Yeah, man. That is a lot of ‘lube’. It would be a shame to let that go to waste.” He started rubbing his cock against Ryan’s hole. It took the student a moment to realise what Connor wanted. “Um. I don’t know. I’m a little sore.” “Oh come on.” Troy frowned. “We’ve helped you lose your cherry. Surely you wouldn’t hold out on us, would you? Besides, neither of our cocks is as big as what you’ve already taken. You’ll be fine.” “You both want to fuck me?” “Well not at the same time. I don’t think you’re ready for that. Yet.” Troy winked up at him. Ryan had to admit the cock rubbing against his hole was feeling good. “You have more condoms, right?” “Oh, yeah. Lots more. Just like the last one.” “Let’s do it.” Ryan thought Connor’s grunt as he slipped into his no-longer-virgin ass was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. Connor’s style was so different than Scotty’s had been. Where Scotty had thrust deliberately in and out, Connor’s were more like a rabbit fuck. Short but very fast thrusts. He didn’t want to insult the guys again, so he didn’t let himself reach around to feel for the condom. He had heard Connor opening it and say he had put it on. Why would he lie? Meanwhile, Troy kept kissing him, rubbing his nipples and dick, and giving him the poppers. Scotty was sitting in the corner watching them all while playing with his now soft cock. Connor reached the point of no return much quicker than Scotty had. “Fuck yeah. You little slut. Your fucking tight hole is going make me shoot.” Ryan realised he liked when they talked dirty to him. It was like he was in one of the pornos he watched online. “Yeah. Do it. Fuck me like a slut.” “Damn. That was so fucking hot to watch.” Scotty said a couple minutes later as Connor pulled out of Ryan. “Yeah, you dirty fucker.” Connor bantered with the redhead. “I know you get off on watching me fuck. You just wish it was your ass I was pegging.” “In your dreams.” Scotty sneered. “Looks like I used too much lube as well. Look at it flowing out of him now.” It was strange, Ryan couldn’t remember Connor adding more lube. He didn’t worry too much about it though. It was Troy’s turn. Troy’s style was completely different from the other two fucks. If Ryan had to describe it, he would say it was gentle. Almost romantic. It took Troy much longer to cum that the first two but he did eventually collapse on Ryan’s back after his cock spasmed deep inside him. “Damn.” He said as he pulled out. “It looks like we all used a little much ‘lube’. Your hole is a mess. Looks like you might have bled a little as well.” Ryan sat up and felt his ass. “Really?” “Don’t worry, it sometimes happens. Especially your first time. It will heal up in a day or two. Nothing to worry about.” Ryan nodded. His ass really was a mess. Whatever lube they had used was running out of his (now far less tight) hole and down his ballsack. “That was fun, slut.” Scotty said. “Welcome to the club.” “The club?” “Yeah. The former virgin club I mean.” Scotty sneered at him. It was a bit scary. But very sexy. “I doubt this will be the last time you get fucked. Will it?” “No. I liked it. I really liked it.” “Fuck yeah you did.” Connor added, pulling his trackies up. “You’ve worn the three of us out.” He opened the door. There were a few men outside listening to the action who looked in the opening door. Their hungry looks made Ryan blush. “Hope to catch you soon for a repeat.” Troy smiled. “We need to make sure that hole is well and truly broken in.” After they left, Ryan pulled the door closed but there was no latch. He should go, he told himself. If he knew Jared, he was still in a bar waiting for him. But he was so drained. He needed to rest for a few minutes first. He flipped the light switch off, laid down on his belly (his butthole was pretty sore now), and closed his eyes. Just for a minute he told himself... right before he fell asleep. He woke with a start as he felt someone move on top of him. “What the fu...” “Shhh, boy.” A stranger’s voice said to him. “I saw you in here with your juicy ass in the air and I could see what you want.” A hard cock pressed against his hole. He was so sore... but it felt so good. He pushed back and let it enter him. The stranger didn’t feel very fit or toned but, in the darkness, Ryan could ignore that. The stranger used him hard. Both of them grunting in exertion, thrusting together. Until the stranger came and pulled out. “Thanks.” Was all the stranger said as he got off Ryan and climbed out of the booth. In the light from the corridor, Ryan had saw him for the first time. The stranger looked to be about 60 with a flabby belly and a saggy ass. That was the moment he realised that had never seen the stranger put on, or take off, a condom. Had the old man just fucked him bare? Ryan was ashamed. He felt... dirty. Truly slutty. And not in a good way. He hurried out of the booth himself. He didn’t even stop to shower on the way to the lockers. Five minutes later he was out the door and back on the street. He didn’t think he could face Jared right now. He headed home telling himself he would talk to his friend tomorrow. He hurried into his apartment and to the toilet. Trying to push out anything inside him. But he didn’t see anything but more lube like Scotty, Connor, and Troy left behind. He breathed a sigh of relief. His phone rang. Jared. Not tonight he decided. He would talk to Jared tomorrow. He turned his phone off and took a shower. —— It was past closing time. Jared shivered in the cold night air outside the bars as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. He never should have let Ryan go into that place. He had been gone for hours and now wasn’t answering his phone. There was only one thing to do. He would have to go in and find his friend and get him out of there. NEXT: Jared and the jock

Was out running errands and not paying attention to how much gas I had til it was very close to empty. Pulled into a gas station I had never visited before to get some gas. Needed to take a leak so headed to the bathroom after paying the attendant inside after noticing him checking me out or it was my imagination. Got inside took a leak then noticed the gloryhole by the sink or at least I thought it could be. I bent down to check it out when a dick comes thru the other side. It was the attendant's cock. So I sucked it hard before turning around and fucking my ass on his pole. He had just cum when the customer buzzer rang and he went back up front as I pulled up and headed out to finish up my errands before heading home.

Part 3. Aaron's face lit up into a beaming smile, “Hi…you can’t go out looking like that with cum splats in your hair” as he manhandles me into the cubicle I had just left and followed me inside... I wanted to say “No” but somehow the word just could not come out and as I bent down to get some toilet paper to wipe my hair Aaron trapped me in a bearhug from behind and rubbed his drain-pipe like cock in my arse crease and I melted into him. He continued rubbing there marking his territory until I began thrusting back against him in submission. “Spin round and face me and sit on the john” I eagerly comply, “Get it out and start sucking” Aaron commands, uncaring if anyone outside can hear us as I fumble with his belt – all fingers and thumbs, nervous, excited and so horny I could cum right there and then! Eventually I free the monster, so easy as he has come commando this time, slide his jeans down to the floor I let my thumb and index finger close around his shaft, just about halfway down. I move my grip towards the head of his cock. His precum already flowing freely as it spilled out and over my hand, running down his shaft toward his pubes on the one side and his balls on the other. My tongue caught the tasty slippery liquid before it got to his scrotum. My mouth quickly sucked in his head, my tongue feverishly exploring his frenulum, then circling around that lovely pronounced, rubbery edge of his corona. My taste buds alive to the mixed flavours of piss, sweat and the beginnings of cock cheese. I let some saliva and precum drool flow out of my mouth and down his shaft, my fist spreading down all 10 hot velvety inches. I moved forward so that the head of his cock was pressing against the back of my mouth. With my free hand I encircled his balls lightly pulling him toward me, I swallowed another two inches of his cock and then held on for the ride as my gag reflex kicked in hard. As soon as my gagging became manageable, I breathed deeply and swallowed the rest of his slippery pole. I gave him about three or four full throat strokes where I pulled back still keeping him in my throat before pushing forward again, then pulling off so that I could breathe. I pulled my mouth all the way back on him, letting his cock go past my lips, and slowly bob forwards until my nose was pressed in to his pubes and his balls pressed in to my chin, then letting him slide back until just before his cock head left my mouth before repeating the process again and again. I heard someone enter the toilet next to us but we were so into the assault on my throat that neither of us had any intention of stopping, or so I thought…until Aaron abruptly pulled out and said, "look through the hole." I notice a big black hand in front of the hole making a motion like he was wanking and as I sat back he looked back, doing a double take seeing two of us…“Put your cock through the hole” Aaron directed, so without hesitation I unzipped and stuck my dick through the hole for him. The black guy immediately took my dick in his hand and began stroking it. It felt good to have his big hand stroking my so far neglected dick. After a minute of stoking he started digging his hand in my pants like he wanted access to my balls so I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my trousers letting them fall to my ankles and he immediately started rubbing my balls and exploring my freshly shaved pubic area. All the while Aaron had his dick pressed in my crack easing me forwards until my pelvis could go no further allowing the black man easy access as he now went from massaging my balls to stroking my dick and I was really getting into this masterful hand job he was giving. Not content with playing with my balls he started slipping a finger back towards my asshole only to find Aaron’s cock resting there dribbling copious amounts of precum over the skin. Aaron pulled back so the man could finger my ass for a minute or two until oh so gently Aaron eased me to turn around and expose my ass to the glory hole. This was not what I wanted but for some reason I am putty in Aaron’s hands willing obeying his every command. How is it such a young lad with his big dick has such command over me? What happened next was totally unexpected. I figured he would finger me some but no he was playing with my asshole with his tongue. It felt great I love being rimmed by James my husband so I pushed my ass harder up against the hole to give him complete access to me. After a couple of minutes of his tongue I felt him stick one, then two spit lubed fingers in my ass and start working them in and out. My dick was super hard and I was stroking it for all I was worth as he continued to finger me. He pulled his finger out and I knew what to expect next… In his rush to fuck me his dick missed my hole poking sharply at skin between my legs. This was not what I had bargained for when I stopped by this lunchtime but I was way too worked up to stop it now. He pulled back, changed angle and pushed hard, hit bullseye and I could feel the head start in my hole but he could not get it in me. He tried again a couple of times and still could not get his head to pop into my hole. I decided that maybe a little more lubrication would help so I turned around and dropped to my knees and stared at his dick. It was big! I now understood why it wouldn't fit...his cock was super thick and I could wrap both of my hands around it and the head still stuck out. He had to be a to a good 8 inches round as well as in length. I started licking the head and took him into my mouth and I started giving him the wettest, sloppiest blowjob I could. After a couple of minutes of wetting his dick I stood back up and backed my ass up to the hole again. Only to have someone outside bang on all the doors, “Come on open up, there’s a queue out here.” The black man hoisted his trousers and was out of there like a shot. Aaron pulled off some toilet paper and stuffed in the glory hole, pulled the chain and was gone too, leaving a very surprised old guy as he walked in to find me still in the cubicle! I was late getting back to work and could not understand why I kept getting odd looks from my co-workers as it took a while for the penny to drop, I still had cum in my hair. Oops! another episode to follow shortly guys.

I started having sex in the early 80s, so all of my first experiences were bare. In 1985, I moved to Austin to go to graduate school, and I became very frightened of HIV. I would still play bare with my old fuckbuddies when I was home for a break, but I was a condom nazi otherwise. Honestly, I was so overwhelmed with school for the first year that I barely had any sex. I had my first serious boyfriend the next year, and we played with rubbers most of the time at my insistence (sorry, Tom). Eventually, I started sleeping around a lot, but I still always used rubbers. I am sure I probably got stealthed a few times because I was having a lot of anonymous sex. About 5 years later, I had placed a personal ad in the local alternative paper (the 1990s version of Grindr for anyone who is too young to remember). Through this ad, I met up with Pete, a Latino man in his 40s who claimed he was only looking for head. We started out with me between his legs as he sat on my couch. He slowly maneuvered us into 69. Then he started eating my ass. I had had a few rim jobs before, but mostly from other young guys who didn't really know what they were doing. Pete was a master. Before I knew it I was sitting on the couch, and he was kneeling between my upraised legs with his tongue all the way up my hole. With one smooth motion, he moved up and slid his 8.5 uncut inches inside me. I had never taken a cock that big without any discomfort before; he had me so opened up with his mouth that it glided right in. I was so full and in ecstasy. I am not proud of this next part. Pete only pumped into me a few times before it hit me that he was in me bare. I freaked, and he was a gentleman about it. We put on a rubber to finish. He fucked me another time a couple of days later also covered. But I could not get over how good his bare cock felt. A couple of weeks after that, he called me up wanting to hook up. My roommate was home that day, so I could not host. He invited me over to his place. This time in addition to the expert rim job he also got me high on poppers. I think he would have been willing to use a rubber again, but I asked him to fuck me bare. I can still remember the moment he came in me the first time. Pete and I continued to fuck bare the rest of the time I lived in Austin. I slowly started to ask other fuckbuddies to go bare. When I moved, I backslid into rubbers a bit especially if the top really wanted to use them. Over the next couple of years, I slowly moved out of using them entirely. By 1995 or so, I was doing bare only.

A pulse of lightly scented steam rose shrouding me deeper in a mythical mist as droplets of sweat ran from my neck down my torso, I placed the palm of my hands on my young smooth chest and rubbed it in. In the distance shuffling could be heard which told me I was not alone in the steam room but the dense mist made it impossible to make anything out. I had just turned 18, and had decided as a present to myself I would venture in to my first gay sauna and my first man-on-man gay experience. Don't get me wrong. I had done my fair share of masturbating to online gay porn, and it was while searching the internet for additional sex outlets that I first encountered an advertisement for the bathhouse in which I found myself. I had had to dig deep to find the courage to concoct a convincing web of deception to convince my conservative family I would celebrate my 18th with my friends, so I would be occupied all Saturday afternoon and that evening as well. Meanwhile, I googled the bathhouse for reviews and saw some comments such as 'Guaranteed to get your ass pounded here!' and 'Full of horny fit guys in their 20's and 30's', 'Way to many tops and not enough bottoms to knock up for real', and another which read 'Notorious breeding ground'. Hindsight would have been a great thing at the time but when sensibility and the mix of adrenaline and lust clash, sensibility has no chance of winning out, and so it was with me. On the designated Saturday I left the house in mid-morning, when to the barber where I asked him to cut my hair back to a number 1, and by mid afternoon I arrived outside the bathhouse. Walking in to the small reception room I paid, got my locker key and towel, and was directed to the changing rooms just past the bar lounge. The clerk also mentioned the sauna and steam rooms were on the lower floor. As I walked through the bar lounge I noticed three men who, I assumed, were taking a break. Each gave me a furtive glance. Stepping into the locker room, I quickly changed, and then returned my locker key to the admission clerk, and then headed directly downstairs. Another wave of steam hit me as I began to really enjoy this and the thought of sex had long since diminished, I hear more shuffling a blast of cool air which was a sign that the door had been opened. I could just make out the shape of a couple of bodies, one of which was seated on the bench next to me on my left, the other to my right. Each was far enough away I was unable to get more than a vague impression. I also recall being quite struck me by the quiet. Apart from the hissing of the steam vent there was very little sound. Still, the proximity of the two men brought me back to reality and the real reason I had come to the bathhouse. Then another cool blast of air announced someone had entered the steam room. The vague outlines of various men moved in and out of my limited field of vision, each man's shape shrouded by the dense mist. A hand appeared and ran down my chest and his shape became clearly visible as he moved closer to me noticing the a well defined arm with a tattoo sleeve gave me the most incredible erection. What do I do? Should I return the stroke, or perhaps kiss him? I had no idea how this was suppose to play out. Fortunately the man was far more knowledgeable than I, and wordlessly taught me the etiquette of a steam room. His hand moved to my shoulder, then neck, drawing my head in his direction. His body and face loomed in my line of vision, the striking chiseled features of his face moved ever closer as he leaded in to my mouth, a kiss landing on my lips, which were closed. Still, suspecting my niavete, his tongue moved about my mouth, his saliva moistening my lips as his tongue slid between my lips. My lips were receptive to his advance, and my mouth partially opened only for his lips to lock against mine as his warm tongue explored mine. After 30 or so seconds of this intimacy, he pulled away, although a dribble of his saliva still connected our mouths. A smile crossed his handsome face as, having given me a warm look, he dove back in with increased intensity, his right arm, which was wrapped behind my neck, pulled me closer as his left hand grabbed my right hip, gesturing for me to straddle his lap. Obliging his direction, I positioned myself over his crotch, and in descending, my ass encountered his erection, which was rock hard, and difficult to control as it settled nestled between my ass cheeks. Still, sitting face to face with one arm now holding me steady on his lap I felt his other hand caressing my buttocks then pulling as he slipped his hand to my hole he began gently rubbing at first. Gradually one probing finger coaxed its way into my hole. Eyes wide with startlement, I tried to protest but his mouth was still locked against mine and, as the pained eased off, I clasped him about his neck and responded to his kissing as simultaneously his finger explored my hole. He pulled his finger out quickly causing my body to tense his hand rubbed my back causing a pool of sweat that he guided to my ass and rubbed it in to my hole this time with two fingers causing my back to arch slightly. In vain I attempted to moderate his activity by gripping his arms, but his sweat made it impossible so I resumed my clasp around his neck. I must admit, moreover, by this time, my mouth now completely invaded by his tongue, and feeling lightheaded from the heat and steam, I neither wanted to, nor realistically could break free from him. Every now and then the man tightened the bicep of the arm which was holding my back, which gave me a comfort of feeling controlled. I was clearly in the grasp of a very experienced man who understood positive and negative reinforcement as sporadically he would withdraw this fingers from my ass, which left me feeling an immense sensation of release, but which also left me yearning for that moment he would slid his fingers back into my ass. In one such cycle the man broke off our kiss, and, spitting into his hand, we resumed our kiss as his hand moved slightly further down my back. Almost involuntarily I felt my body rising slightly only for a searing pain to shoot through my body. Naturally I wriggled to escape it the shocking pain, but the man clamped his arm firmly behind my back, preventing me from forcing a withdraw. Breaking off the kiss, I buried my face in his neck and groaned loudly. I knew his cock head had penetrated my ass: my virginity and body were forever parting company. The man reached behind my neck with his free arm, pushing my body downwards. By this point I was so overwhelmed with pain I was prepared to forcibly raise myself off of his cock, exclaiming a loud "NO" as he pushed my body downwards, forcing me to take more of him in to my ass. I gasped for breath - my body was being pushed further and further down on his cock, my moans and cries had brought other guys closer as they watched the transformation of a virgin. Tears mingled with the sweat as I came to rest on his lap, his cock now fully immersed in my arse. Almost immediately the pain began ebbing and was being replaced by a gentle internal caressing sensation, a sensation I was not keen on ending. My ass still felt as if to be on fire, but still I didn't want to stop. Raising my face to his, my lips greeted his mouth we resumed a now incredibly sensual kiss. My ass was also now responding to its own desires, rocking to and fro with small rise and fall movements which continued for what seemed like an eternity, the pain now replaced by intense pleasure. The sudden tight locking of his arms around my body forced me to expel what air I had in my lungs in to his mouth as he sounded a loud grunt directly into my mouth. Simultaneously his cock further hardened, swelled, and went rigid as a torrent of warmth flowed into my arse, the first wave of his ejaculation now planted seed deep inside me. I tried to catch a breath but his grip was so tight I couldn't pull air in to my lungs and in rapid succession of pulses stream after stream of his seed flowed in to my body. My head collapsed against his neck as I strove to catch my breath, but the man's grip was so tight around my body I could only manage short pants. In the aftermath of his orgasm, his cock twitched in my arse, the last drops of cum oozing into my hole, as ever so slowly the man released his grip, leaving me to find I had also shot my load - without even realising as much. His mouth sought mine and we kissed deeply as I remained impaled by his large still erect cock buried deep. Bodies appeared next to us, wandering hands sought to explore, only to be quickly pushed away by my maker. He was adamant. He alone would play with me. He alone would be inside my body. Slowly the gathering crowd moved away, still optimistically lurking in the dense mist, awaiting the master to release me, his prey. We broke from our kiss and he pulled me in to his neck and locked his arms around me securely. Involuntarily I winced as pain ran through my arse: again he was pushing his hips upwards, clearly indicating he was ready for another round, so I clasped my hands behind his neck and shoulders and resumed an up/down movement. My ass might have been sore, if not completely in fire with pain, but I knew trying to stop would be futile now, especially as he had now begun his second assault on my young body. I was a quick learner. Without hesitation my head moved to his and we engaged in another sensual kiss as my ass rocked faster as his manhood continuously speared my hole. Sweat was running down both of our bodies making if difficult for us to keep hold of each other. The man thrust up, perfectly meeting my downward motion. Each time I hit bottom I moaned loudly into his mouth. He broke the kiss, looked me in the eyes, his arms tightened again around my back. I knew full well what was coming. I found myself staring deep into his eyes as he moved in for the kill. Sharply tightening his grip, the air escaped my lungs as my back tried to arch away. My chest was being crushed against his. I couldn't expand my chest to draw a complete (and badly needed ) breath. My arse was forced down harder on his cock. Letting out a low long moan, the man's cock twitched as his pushed his hips up getting as deep as could and began releasing the first of five waves of his seed firing deep in to my ass. I collapsed against his body whilst he held me tight. Finally I could at last get air back in to my lungs and, shaking off the grogginess from lack of oxygen, I panted heavily against his neck. I might have felt violated and destroyed by this man but I was also overcome with lust and desire for his sex. My senses gradually came around. I knew my body had taken enough. Again kissing the man on his lips, I slowly lifted my ass off his cock, in the process emitting a slight cry of discomfort. I didn't anticipate the withdraw of his cock would be as challenging as its entrance. The man released his grip from around my back and I got to my feet, but as I was visibly unsteady, the man stood with me, escorting me out of the steam room and into the showers where he stood next to me, stroking my back as the cool water poured over my head and body, greatly refreshing me. The man, by this time, had taken the adjoining shower head as he also wanted a clean-up. This was the first time I had the opportunity to get a clear, unimpeded view of the man. He was about six feet in height, heavily tattooed, easily in his late 20's with a beautifully muscled arms, defined torso and strong legs. Still no word spoken between us he caught me looking at him so he cupped my face and gave me deep french kiss. I placed the towel around my waist and sat down on a nearby bench to relax, and I must have dozed a minute or so, for when I opened my eyes, I saw the man was gone. A couple of men walked through the corridor, obviously assessing the situation but I decided to head home so I went upstairs, retrieved my key, and entered the locker room where I saw only one guy was delving into his locker. I opened my locker and looked-up just as the other man in the locker room moved in my field of vision, revealing his back and the tattoos which adorned his body: dead square in the middle was a biohazard tattoo and, on his left shoulder blade, a scorpion. Then turning around I came face-to-face with the man who took my virginity. He gave me a warm smile. I was not so stupid that I didn't understand the implications of the tattoos. Fear froze me to the spot: a poz guy had just shot two loads deep into my body, and his cum was still inside me. I returned his smile, stepped into the toilet, where I did my best to push his seed out, but my arse was sore and burning, and each attempt came to naught. Wiping my arse, I noticed tell tell signs of blood on the tissue. Seated on the toilet, my head in my hands, I was beside myself and angry he could do such a thing, but then again I shared the blame as I never insisted on a condom and just allowed him to fuck me. I went back to the locker room to find it completely empty. Resigned to my fate I opened the locker door to find a note which contained both a message and a mobile number. The message read "Best fuck ever. You will want more of me and when you do, call me as I really enjoyed breeding you. I'm available whenever you need me." Looking at the note I realised my cock was rock hard so I folded the note away and put it in my trouser pocket and finished changing.

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

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

I haven’t written in a while as all my last several fucks have been relatively ordinary, which is to say one-on-one, or at most getting two different loads by the end of the night, but that all changed tonight. I was horny as fuck, drinking wine, and smoking a couple of joints with some friends when this thick veiny-dicked dude called me, saying he wanted to come over to breed my hole. He’s an older man, 48, hairy, well built and with those cocks that for some reason have a protruding lower vein like some misshaped fruit, making the dick hard to ride and kinda painful but once it gets going it's clear he'll wreck the hole he is fucking. True to his word he came right over, but sadly didn't take long to cum. Still I rode him for a while, squeezing my asshole to make sure he opened me well, and as planned, he soon blasted his load deep inside my guts. Afterwards we chatted a bit while I checked Grindr where I learned a friend from school was going to the bathhouse downtown so I reached-out to him, suggesting we go together. He readily agreed. The only day the bathhouse opens all night is on Saturday, until 8:00 AM Sunday morning, so as to catch all the horny party men on the way home. I was cautiously optimistic I'd get several loads without the necessity of fending off rubbers. We got there and my friend and I walked into the dry chamber and I started to blow him. He’s got a really thick and curved dick, so I swallowed it whole and was soon jumping on top of it as seven to nine guys gathered to watch. I counted them as I checked out their dicks, beckoning each one to come forward for a blow while I got fucked. While most of the guys were receptive to my invitation, there was one man who was playing shy most didn’t come over, but eventually he stepped forward and, after some effort, I had his exceptionally long, monster dick which I finally got down my throat, as the man's balls bounced against my chin. After several minutes of working monster dick, I decided to give my jaws a break, so I released the monster dick as I also slid off my friend's cock, and turning around, decided I'd finish off my friend with a blow job. The monster dick, however, was not so easily the discouraged as, without any preliminaries, the monster dick slid into my ass, giving me a vigorous fuck. The audience was getting bigger, and another guy approached us and took my hands towards his cock, which was thick, veiny, long, big - in short, a cock I'd be happy to breed me. “I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?” asked the monster dick in my ass. I couldn't effectively answer him as I was deep-throating my friend. Instead I reached behind myself, grabbed him about his waist, and did my best to hold him steady until he blew. Moaning and grunting, the man stood still until his balls released his sweet liquid in my guts. Two loads so far. Not a bad day. He withdrew and to my great pleasure, the thick, veiny, long cock I noticed earlier slid into my ass. It may have hurt like hell, but the idea of having a dick stirring the two loads inside me helped me take it like a man. He fucked me for a while and was soon announcing that he’d cum soon. “You want it? Beg me for it”, he commanded. Fuck, is attitude got me going. The're nothing like a man who recognizes another's need to be recognized as a cumwhore. “Breed that hole, man, leave that load deep and don’t pull out till every drop is in me”, I said, making sure I was heard. He groaned, moaned and was soon awarding me with my third load of the night, withdrawing only after I relaxed my ass muscles, releasing his cock to make its departure. After this I stood-up, stretched, retrieved my towel and walked straight into the little dark room that’s next to the first floor terrace, hoping as I did so, that some of the crowd would follow me. As soon as I got in a found his big bellied hairy guy just sitting there in the darkness with a really low hanging dick. I was soon on my knees deep-throating that soft meat, that sadly wouldn’t get hard for another while. Fortunately I saw a skinny shadow come towards me. The skinny guy thoughtfully guided my hand towards his crotch where, hot damn, I found more big dick. It was amazing. He turned me around, pushed my head down to continue sucking on the big bellied guy and shoved his dick in my ass. Fuck yes, another big dick was now stirring the three loads in my hole. He fucked me hard and fast, being really loud with the grunting and making sure our skins clapped against each other. A crowd formed in the darkness, and people kept trying to grab my chest and arms and hard dick. When the grunting and moaning got more intense and then quickly subsided I turned around with him still in me and asked “Did you fill that hole good?” “Fuck yes,” he replied, a note of satisfaction in his voice. Abruptly I heard someone moan in the darkness as one of the onlookers came. How the exchange between me and the top could get someone off in a dark room is beyond me, but who am I to judge? He pulled out and I felt something big open my ass. I couldn’t fucking believe I had another big dick mixing up his DNA with the other four loads I had inside. I sensed this guy was older, and his dick was something out of this world - one of those huge cocks that completely fills-up and stretches open a bottom's cavities. The guy leaned over, presenting me with some welcome poppers, giving me time to take several huffs before he proceeded to plow me hard, using a methodical, rhythmic pattern of thrusts that reduced me to a true fuck hole. It was fucking perfect. He asked me for the poppers back and took a hit, telling me he’d come soon. I said aloud “Please fill that hole, sir,” and he followed suit in perfect order. Now, five fucking loads one right after the other from five fucking big dicks don’t happen often where I live, so I had to cherish the moment. Another dick walked behind me and I felt someone lean on me and whisper my name, asking “How many loads to have there, you cunt?” I knew it was my buddy, who I had accompanied in this trip to the bathhouse. "Five," I replied, a smile on my lips. I sensed he was jerking himself off fast, and his cock head was colliding with my ass lips. “Get ready for the sixth,” he said, shoving his terribly thick dick in me. His cock was that which pushed me over the line: I went from spongy to rock hard in seconds, and a load blew out of my cock within a minute or so, leaving the room redolent with the smell of cum, sweat, poppers and ass juices. I turned around and we kissed, celebrating a very successful visit to the bathhouse. After that I got my towel, walked out of the little dark room, took a shower and called a taxi. I'm now heading to bed, the DNA of six different men swirling inside my ass. I can only hope not much will cum will show-up when I make my bathroom call tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.

I attended a sex party last night that was advertised on BBRT. When I arrived shortly after the start time, the guests were lounging around in various states of undress, drinking various beverages, and some smoking weed. After having a drink, I undressed completely and decided to get things started. I made some joke about this and then went and lay on the air mattress which was positioned in the center of the room. Before long a young Latino top to thrust his seven inches in my mouth. As I worked on getting his dick hard, someone else started eating my ass out. The guy's attentions felt great and lubed my ass up, so when he was hard, the Latino easily entered my hole. He was a demanding top, ordering me to open up, arch my back more, and pushing down on my neck to hold me in his preferred position. We soon moved into the bedroom and the other tops who had been watching the show followed us. After a while the Latino top offered my ass up to a black top who was sporting eight inches of thick black cock. He slid right into my now opened up hole. While he used my hole for his pleasure, I sucked on the Latino top’s dick which he had wordlessly thrust back into my mouth. I could tell that the black top liked it when, the Latino's top being lodged deep in my throat, I choked and gagged on that beautiful cock. After several minutes a Japanese top took the place of the black top. His cock was by no means as large as that of either the black guy or the Latino, and didn’t fuck me for very long ...maybe 10 minutes. While he was fucking me, I noticed a somewhat older man who was displaying an impressively large, white cock within reach of my mouth, so I sucked it, which led to discovering a ten-inch plus cock was at hand. Damn! The other tops began to encourage the older white top to use my hole so he took my ass next. I thought I’d be ready for his size because the black top was pretty meaty, but Holy Shit! The first thrust went deeper than all the others combined! He went deeper than any cock that had been in my ass for quite some time. My initial reaction was to straighten up but he was very patient and took his time to allow me to adjust and open up, and perhaps for this reason turned out to be a fantastic partner. Once he was in me we ended up fucking on the bed for the next hour or so. His big dick felt so incredible in my hole I had several internal organisms! His fucking was a nice mixture of a slow easy rhythm with bursts of pounding. By the time he came, I was begging for his load and after we had finished most people had left the party.

Just enjoyed a good hard early morning bareback fuck with a mid 30s black guy who works at the airport. We had chatted last night and he wanted to fuck me and cum in my arse so we arranged he would come by on his way to work this morning. I was already dressed for work when he got here and as neither of us had much time he got his cock out as soon as he was in the door. I sucked him for a while and then dropped my pants. He fucked me right there in the living room, pants down, bent over the settee. He started off slowly but was soon fucking me hard and fast and it wasn't too long before he told me he was going to cum in my arse. No more than ten minutes after arriving, he pumped me full of cum, pulled out and left. Just off to work now - a nice big load of cum in my arse.

My "every 2-3 months" swimmer/jock kid came over tonight. Same situation as usual: he let himself in, stripped down to his jock and put a blindfold on, and felt his way to my room where I took over. Fucked his face for a bit, then got him bent over on the bed and rimmed his amazing hole for a few minutes, then put a dab of lube on my cock and slid all the way into him...he wasn't ready for that and pulled off, but I eased back in and took it a little slower until he was taking it nice and hard and rough like usual. Switched up positions a couple times, but eventually shot what felt like a huge load while I was on his back and he on his stomach. Told him to leave the blindfold on and turned him around to clean off my cock...my dick was still hard, but even after slipping inside him for a few more minutes, I wasn't going to cum again so quickly. But he asked me to put my cock inside him (and I kept fucking as much as I could) while he jacked himself off. Did our usual catch-up chat for a few minutes at the door before he left.

Had an after work hookup with one of my fuck buddies. He's a 55 yr old black guy. Beefy and bearded with shaved head. An awesome 8" cock with a plump head on it. It's always the same thing, which is fine with me. I'm on the edge of bed, wearing only a jock strap, with some lube on nightstand. He arrives and comes in bedroom and starts rubbing my hairy ass and asking me if I'm ready for my breeding. He'll get on his knees and tongue my ass for about ten minutes, then starts pushing some lubed fingers inside me. He stands up, slaps his cock on my ass, and makes me tell him what I want. If I don't say "your black cock in my fat white ass" he won't put it in. He has me beg him a few times, then slides inside and tells me to be a good white slut for him. He fucks me for ten minutes then tells me to roll over on my back. He lifts my legs and starts hammer fucking me, and tells me to cum for him like a good slut, so I jerk off inside my jock strap and clamp down hard on his cock. As I'm screaming and cumming, he busts his nut in my ass and slowly keeps fucking me til he's soft and slides out. He's smiling and tells me how much he loves seeing his load run out my pussy. Then he has me lick him clean, and he's gone until the next time.

1:30 a.m. As they made their way to Crusher’s cabana, the garden was even busier than before. Chris was amazed by the cornucopia of men, their sizes, shapes, their varied form. He also saw that the entire grounds was dancing with yellow and green lightning bugs. They stood out against the dark forest, blinked and buzzed in the night air, appeared and disappeared like phantom particles of light. The men were in various stages of copulating. Pairs were making noisy use of the metal slings. A group of three men they passed—wait, these were the first guests to arrive, the bulky Latin, the distinguished Creole, and the large bear—were all pissing on a very happy host. Tobias was wallowing in a sand bed rubbing himself in their salty piss. It reminded Manetti that he needed to pee. Chris exchanged a smile with Tobias when Manetti smacked his leg. "Leg up on the chair." Chris did as he was told and Manetti, pushed his large flaccid cock up Chris' open hole. "Stay still," Manetti said. Chris felt a warmth flow into his body. His colon, having been expanded all day and night, was accepting quite a lot. Manetti really did have to pee like a race horse, and was inside Chris for a long time. Chris felt his chem piss working immediately, most likely because of the volume and its potent concentration. As he ended, Manetti squirted three final times and pulled out. "Keep it in," Manetti simply said and they continued their journey. Chris lost track of where they were going or why, only how pretty the dancing lights were and how happy Tobias looked gulping down three hot men’s urine. Manetti didn’t bother knocking on the cabana door but went right in, Chris following. Crusher had just done a line of coke and waved his hand over four remaining lines he’d laid out for them. Chris went first and while he wiped his nose told Crusher about all the fireflies in the garden. Crusher was pacing. He was in quite a state of agitation. He’d been doing blow for some time obviously. “Well, first of all, technically, they should be called ‘fire-beetles.” Crusher’s backlog of knowledge had hit a watershed moment. Though he held an M.S. and B.S. in Athletic Training with certifications from the National Strength and Conditioning Association and American College of Sports Medicine, he had a passionate hobby that occupied all his free time: bugs. His walls were framed with them. Mounted on pins, displayed all over his Soho loft. All their metallic colors, sizes that ranged from tiny to frighteningly big. The study of insects, entomology, was an undergraduate requirement, but that interest had stuck with him through the years. You’d think his home would be filled with Muscle & Fitness or Iron Man magazines, but you’d be wrong. Instead there were neat OCD stacks on the coffee table of American Entomologist and Entomologist’s Monthly. “Fireflies, lighting bugs—they’re interchangeable—are part of the Lampryridae family of insects in the beetle order Coleoptera,” he pronounced, pinching his nostrils, waiting for Manetti to do his line so they could get started. But he was on a roll and couldn’t stop if he wanted to: “The green and yellow light they produce—which lacks both infrared and ultraviolet frequencies, wavelength that range from 510 to 670 nanometers, that is, green and yellow—is in their butts, a chemical call luciferin. Yes, Manetti, from the Latin ‘Lucifer’ in case you’re wonder.” “I’m not,” said Manetti, squeezing his nostrils. Crusher went up to Chris and admired his dog collar. “How was Implant Andy?” Crusher asked them. Manetti asked how he knew the young man had implants. “Duh, man. Just look at the twink’s neck. Never lifted a weight in his life.” “Sweet piece of tail though,” Manetti volunteered. ‘Scooter, here, helped me tag him when Brunswick wasn’t looking.” Manetti patted Chris cheek. Chris was happy, had dropped his towel and started pulling unconsciously on his cock. “Anyway, when the luciferin combines with oxygen, calcium and adenosine, it produces their bioluminescence.” “Shut the fuck up, man,” complained Manetti. He’d heard Crusher go off on these coke jags before. “Wow,” Chris said. “I thought they just were just wiggling their butts, like I seen in cartoons.” He found the idea funny, wiggled his own butt in illustration, and giggled. Crusher paced to the bathroom and ran the faucet. He wet his fingers and sniffed some drops into his nose, snorting deep. “Wiggling their butts is exactly what they’re doing. They have two weeks in summer to attract a mate and lay eggs before they croak.” He brought from the bathroom two c-notes and gave them to Manetti. “This Towel Party is just another ritual like theirs, everyone wiggling their butts, only we only got one night. So, get over here, Scooter, and start wiggling your butt. One hundred to fuck him, two for a fist. What about if I want him to eat my shit?" It was hard for Crusher to stand in one place. He went to the window and opened the drapes, then decided against that, and closed them again. "No scat. No animals," Manetti stated, all business. "What about if I want to eat his shit?" "On the house." Crusher placed a rim chair next to the bed. "Okay, kid. Take a seat." Chris sat on the rim chair and stroked his dick, while Crusher squirmed under him and started twirling his tongue around the boy's hole. Manetti again raised his finger at the kid and he stopped playing with himself. "Ah, dude, you're a sloppy mess. That Brunswick's cum around your hole or Manetti's?" Chris’ eyes were spinning, feeling Crusher playing with his hole like he was, so Manetti answered for him it was Brunswick’s. Crusher tongued a variety of flavors, piss, lube, cum, digging his tip between Chris' ass lips. Chris' involuntarily relaxed his hole from the erotic twirling Crusher’s tongue was providing. A flush of Manetti's piss suddenly spurted into Crusher's open mouth. He gulped down as much as he could, the remaining simply flooded the bamboo floor. "Well, pig, I hope you enjoy fresh chem piss," Manetti said. “Free of charge.” "Okay, off," Crusher said, nudging Chris off the rim seat. "On the bed. Let's see how much of Uncle Crusher you can take." "Yes, Sir," Chris replied. Manetti had already positioned himself at the headboard and motioned Chris to lie between his legs. He had a row of poppers lined up next to him. Chris put his towel under his ass and laid back in Manetti's lap lifting up his legs. Manetti grabbed his ankles, exposed his hole, and kept his leg suspended. "Manetti, lemme see your arm." Manetti held one his out. Crusher compared the length of his arm to Manetti's. "How far up the kid's ass have you gone?" he asked. Manetti pointed to the crook of his arm, which corresponded to the start of Crusher's bulging bicep. "Let's see if I can take him to long head. Think I can stretch your pussy that far, boy?" Crusher asked, pointing a good two inches beyond his elbow. "Dunno. I hope so, Sir." He wiggled his butt excitedly. Manetti held out an open popper bottle and he took in several hits. "Oh, baby, look at this sloppy pussy," Crusher said, sending a greased hand into Chris hole up to his knuckles. "Somebody's been a busy little cunt. Look at your hole. So tight." He began trading hands without going in but pressing them harder each time. Chris pushed against his alternating hands, wanting one of them inside him. "Whoa! Look at the hungry cunt, sucked me right in. Good pussy. Gotta be a record." Chris looked up at Manetti, who tweaked his nipples. That made him hornier so he spread his legs wider for Crusher to pull out and push in another hand. So far Crusher was using open hands, not a fist. Chris was receptive, pushing a bit to get over Crushers big knuckles and accepting the girth of his wrists. Crusher was a twister and, once inside Chris' hole, like to give a half twirl stimulating the colon walls, preparing Chris to take some major forceful punches. Crusher's technique didn't hurt as much as cause an overload of stimulation every time he entered and spun his hand, every knuckle gliding roughly around Chris rectum. Manetti made him take another hit so Crusher could advance further into him. Poppers made his want abuse, which, as he got used to it, turned to desire, wanting Crusher to push in deeper no matter if it hurt. Crusher quickly got to a place where Chris’ colon was locking up, forcing him to turn to a slower continuous approach. Crusher himself let Manetti give him a hit of poppers and got into Chris' headspace, eyeing him closely for signals he could penetrate his hole more deeply. It was a silent affair, visible only by seeing tendons move on Crusher's forearms that connected to fingers, testing, twisting, prodding, retreating, advancing, finding an advantage and moving the whole hand at once, like an army conquering, disarming, taking over an inch more of new turf. An inch is mile in a body, a chamber that is conquered is slid into, a hand suddenly making itself at home. A conquered territory gives up any previous rights and accommodates the intruder: twenty-seven bones of the hand cram into a tight new space. The longer it remains the more at home it feels in the conquered chamber, both to the hand and chamber itself. The connection is as astonishing as a conquered people learning the habits of an invading army. A common language is born, a mutual cooperation. The desire for stretching, for working out cramps, for sensual explorations, what happens when I do this? An infinitesimally small movement shoots out tectonic disruptions within the body. Or nothing is disturbed, and the hand feels free to continue its journey. Crusher's hand played inside Chris like a maestro plays every instrument on stage. He'd obvious had a lot of practice, but because of the enormity of his musculature not many could take him in very far. That's why he was fascinated by how much of Chris he was able to take in such a short about of time. After the initial warm up of punching his ass then changing over to easy pistoning, Crusher laid on the bed at a right angle to Chris’ opened butt and proceeded to steadily climb inside him. Inch by inch he was soon up to his elbow, with Chris squirming and surrendering in delight. Even though Crusher wasn't yet as deep as Manetti had been, Crusher was stretching him out width-wise much farther than Manetti had. Crusher occasionally pulled out, and using his second hand, a finger, two fingers, three, eventually four, to supply an additional stretch that Chris not only enjoyed, but after a hit of poppers, participated in actively. With a determined, lasciviously expression on his face, he impaled himself on the proffered forearm and digits. Once stretched he could accommodate the incredible girth of Crusher's herculean forearm and concentrate solely on breathing into and loosening the next chamber, release any obstacle for the hand’s journey to continue. In this way, the pair, or if you considered Manetti as part of the package—tweaking Chris' nipple, holding his legs occasionally, urging him to lose himself with another hit of poppers, generally playing coach on the sidelines—this triumvirate collectively took Chris past Crushers elbow in just under an hour. As soon as Crusher passed his elbow through Chris hole, Crusher let out a whistle. "Thar she goes," he said. Chris who had been huffing and puffing through the last few centimeters, threw his head back in Manetti lap. A milestone achieved. Manetti rewarded the boy by releasing a long drool of spit that ran from his lips to the boy’s open mouth. “Who's a hole whore now?” Manetti asked. “I am, Sir,” Chris replied, with a face that alternated between anguish and joy. Manetti pinched his nips hard, a sort of congratulations. This had, however, a domino effect and made Chris squeeze his ass lips tightly around Crusher's arm. The upper arm, the humerus, before all the muscles and tendons are attached, is slightly thinner than the bones at the elbow. Manetti pinching, and in turn Chris squeezing Crusher’s arm, clamped down on this narrower area before the bicep begins, and the aforementioned long head of the bicep along with a lot more Crusher, two inches to be exact, went into Chris in a very short amount of time. An inch of Crusher's mass was a lot for Chris to take in two seconds, two inches was overwhelming, and everyone instantly felt an on-coming crisis in the making. Even coach Manetti on the sidelines looked worried. Everyone froze to see if this would be an anatomic emergency. In fact—huzzah!—the opposite was true. It opened up in Chris the new world of realizing he was far Past the Elbow! Actually, quite a bit more. With Manetti holding Chris head in suspended alarm, stroking his face in case he had to talk the boy out of panicking, Chris relished both the relief of being stretched less than a moment ago, combined with the depth of Crusher now stuffed deep and expanding further inside his colon. There was the added tender concern he saw in Manetti face. In gratitude that Manetti was watching out for him, he turned his head and started licking Manetti dark skinned cock. Happiness reined in Pleasure Island, as Chris imagined himself Pinocchio being led astray by a beautiful fox and a clever cat. Pleasure Island is where he wanted to stay with the two of them. The final seduction came when Crusher flexed his enormous bicep. Ripples of euphoria spread through Chris’ body. A new intimacy was uncovered between Crusher and Chris, hidden from Manetti. Crusher communicated through his bicep stretching Chris in the most intimate of ways. Chris communicated back by clamping down on Crusher's bicep. They both looked at each other in amazement. They exchanged communiques, a Morse code, if that's what you want to call it, telegraphed between them again and again. In communicating this way, a secondary manifestation occurred: the expansion and relaxation of Chris' hole additionally allowed Crusher to fist him deeper. Crusher saw what Chris was gearing up to do. He said one word to him: "Careful." Chris considered this only for a second before deciding to take the risk. He pushed himself away from Manetti, physically pushed against Manetti’s body, and bared down onto Crusher's entire arm. For his part, Crusher relaxed his bicep and triceps, as much as he could, and allowed Chris, who was beyond reasoning with at this point, to swallow his arm all the way to his pit. The final moment came when Chris felt the slight tickle sensation of Crusher’s bushy armpit hair brushing his hairless hole. The two of them laid there completely relaxed, somewhat exhausted, careful not to move. But Crusher was Crusher, and he ever so slightly made a muscle inside Chris. Chris gasped in astonishment. Manetti looked at him confused since there seemed to be no movement on the surface once he had taken in Crusher’s arm, but the tectonic plates inside Chris' body was enough to cause an earthquake. He tried to keep his body from shaking since he knew he was in an extremely vulnerable position. Crusher pumped his arm again. It was obscenely pleasurable, like his bowels were speaking, that the greatest shit of his life was about to occur. And, in truth, it was about to occur. With nowhere to go, Crusher started to evacuate from Chris’ body, and with it Chris’ entrails were dragged along Crusher’s arm with him. And as he had tortured Manetti earlier, Crusher continually crept back in an inch for every two given up. This lasted a long and confusing time. Chris lost track of where Crusher was in his body, couldn't tell if he was coming in or going out. Every time he realized less of Crusher's arm was in him he too had to fight against not fully impaling himself back onto Crusher's entire arm, all the way back up to the armpit. Another quarter hour flew by, then another, but Manetti wasn't looking at the time any more. You couldn't put a price tag on how far the boy had advanced or how hard it made him to see this muscleman buried in this skinny blond boy. When Crusher finally release Chris, Chris saw his arm was covered in butt slime. Bits of yellow, brown and pink spotted his arm. Chris laid there extinguish once Crusher released him, but Manetti immediately admonished him, saying, "Always thank your Top, boy." Chris slowly sat sideways on his legs unsteadily, propped up on his arm. Still he got close enough to Crusher to reach up and give him a deep and appreciative kiss. Crusher reciprocated holding his arm high in the air, covered as it was with the biological graffiti he'd pulled out of Chris’s body. Manetti grabbed the back of his neck, reprimanding him, "Not like that, fist pig." He pushed the kid’s face into the bodybuilder's raised arm. Chris made his way to his knees, placed his hand behind he back, and began licking Crusher's arm. Crusher twisted it one way then the other so Chris could find all the bit and pieces of himself traced along Crusher's indomitable arm. Satisfied, Crusher's sprinkled the remains of white powder on this dresser top and cut it into six lines. Each of them inhaled two, then Manetti and Chris went to find the final tricks of the night. *** 4 a.m. Abashed the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely—saw, and pined His loss Ben Prior stood with six other men stroking his cock watching the tableaux on the black lacquered table. The other men along the bamboo wall recognized Big Ben, if by nothing else the multiple adornments of his cock, and were probably as aroused by his presence as by the dining room table’s tableaux. Tall, still handsome even with his shaved tattooed head, bushy chestnut beard, and his back’s terrain of welts that had become his signature. The welts from lashes he’d taken over the last few years were now permanent scars. A back as rough as a topographic map of the Alps. His scarification, brandings, and other body modification were a far cry from when he first blew onto the sex industry scene ten years ago: the cocky, brash, beautiful long-haired surfer boy, slim, sleek as a gazelle, gorgeous—the envied hunk next door. Over the years his taste in S&M grew to the exclusivity of whipping, giving and receiving, a niche of an already niche market. It was a shame the industry lost such a golden boy, unless your tastes were aligned. Riding crops, bullwhips, floggers, paddles, canes, cat o’ nine tails—he wielded them all with mastery, and knew with great familiarity both ends of the lash. In dungeons, palaces, monasteries, seedy motel rooms, basically anywhere in the world that partook in ceremonies where these instruments were employed, he was a well-known practitioner. Men paid dearly, and not just in coin, to abuse or be abused by him. How does it go? Some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused by you. Indeed. Saudi princes, South American cartel chiefs, Fascists in exile, Monsignors banished to cloisters of low esteem—there were legions of men who were drawn to the persona Ben had burnished, first in Drax’s films but then by means of independent entrepreneurship. No mere Wall Street titan, Washington insider, or European monarch stood up to Big Ben and his whip. They bowed and scraped for his lash, or, when he felt a need to indulge a masochistic whim and the price was right, purchased his hide for a night, a week, a fortnight, or a month. A middle-aged club owner with slicked-back hair and mob ties presently employed him at his beach house in The Pines. A towel had been left at the club owner’s door the night before. Foregoing attending since he was a mass of bruises, scars from flogging, a broken lip, sporting two black eyes, and had been up for the past four days on meth, he’d given the towel, mask and address to Ben as a gratuity for the excellent work he performed over the last two weeks. Ben had also been up for the past ninety-six hours, but he’d endured far longer sessions and wasn’t the one needing to heal. The tableaux on the table wasn’t unique save the boy wearing a popper gas mask covering his head at the center of it all. He looked awfully young, maybe not even legal. Ben knew Tobias wouldn’t invite a minor, but hell, the kid looked like they could all get arrested for just being in the same room as the kid. Small, extremely skinny, hairless, the boy was being fucked by the wrestling world’s Santiago “The Skull” Gutierrez, a handsome man with rippling muscles, high cheekbones, almond eyes, smooth copper skin, a single tattoo draped across his chest that read I am what I am, and a big, black uncut dick that he was putting to good use. The kid was taking it like a pro, his legs spread wide for The Skull to pummel. The boy was simultaneously satisfying two others: the sculptor Baptiste Germain, whom Ben had partied with several times at the baths, a stately sixty-year-old Creole with long grey dreadlocks; and a big bear that had to weigh over two-fifty, maybe even three, who looked as if his could snap the kid’s arm like a twig. Both men were riding the boy’s forearm practically down to the table. Santiago’s gyrations were getting quicker. It was apparent he was about to nut. His pelvis thrusts became harder, pulling the boy’s hips to him faster. All at once he heaved forward, his neck arched back as he shot into the boy. He held the position for a pure moment of enjoyment, then performed a series of thrusts accompanied by embellished roars of might while he pounded his chest in an over-the-top theatrical ring-worthy performance. He unceremoniously pulled out of the kid, flung residual cum and butt juice at the boy with his dick, and walked out of the limelight. The sculptor and the bear climbed off as well and the kid flipped around on his knees, ass high, taking off his popper mask, awaiting the next comer. Ben felt the assembled men wordlessly acquiesced to him. For a moment he contemplated the small bubble butt, then noticed a mounted katana blade on a side table. He took it out of its sheath, feeling its cold, silver blade and smacked the kid’s ass with it hard. The kid didn’t move or make a sound, even though the blade left a bright red outline across his cheeks. Ben was impressed. Not many men he dealt with would have been able to keep quiet. He raised the blade higher and with a whoosh that cut through the air, the blade landed again on the kid’s ass with a tremendous crack that even Manetti heard far off in his cabana while dicking Andy. Still the kid remained still, his ass defiantly in the air. The red mark left from the previous lash was joined by a crimson bruise that made a red X on his butt. He order the kid to count to ten. The boy obeyed, and with each count he received an additional wallop on his ass. He made no protest, no extraneous whimper, simply took what was coming to him. After the ten lashes Ben sheathed the blade and set it on its mount, and approached the boy ass. He rubbed his hand appreciative over the velvety smooth cheeks, feeling the heat of the crimson bruises. He knew passing his hand over the fresh bruises stung, and yet the boy remained stoic. Only his little brother Chris could rival the silence of this kid during a beating like he had given him. He felt the boy’s asshole and pushed two fingers into it. The boy was extremely open and tempting. Ben pushed in three fingers, then quickly followed up with a fourth. The hole was drawing him in, there was no doubt. He pulled his hand out and made a fist between the kid’s cheeks. He pressed and with very little effort pushed his giant knuckled mitt inside. The kid grunted but otherwise accepted him without fanfare. He was curious about how much this boy could take. He pulled out and punched in with his other fist. He hadn’t applied lube but the kid was slick from a night of men fucking and fisting him, he didn’t need to. He crouched in a boxer’s pose, bracing himself before the sloppy gape, and pounded the hole relentlessly. The boy registered only occasional fucks and moans, farting out extraneous air along with copious fluids. Ben slowed down and exchange rapid punching with alternating deep arm fisting. The kid could not only take it, but purred deep groans of pleasure. He pulled up along his side, and wrapped an arm around the boy’s torso. With his other arm, he pistoned his forearm from shallow to deep, a depth nearly to his elbow. The kid continued burbling obscenities, begging Ben to wreck his hole. This was the youngest pig he’d ever met and it induced a long-dormant excitement. He was surprised to see he was growing his first “Big Ben” boner in over a year. This boy’s ass wasn’t going to waste. The men who hung back in the gloom started yanking faster as Ben turned the boy over and spread his legs. Chris looked up at the bearded bald guy who was about to fuck him. There was a spider web inked onto his skull, both arms were sleeves of dark ink that had fishes like in the coy pond, swimming in blue swirls of water from his wrists to his shoulders. And what shoulders! Crusher was the most muscular man he’d met but, maybe because of his height, this guy looked bigger. Lats rose from his back like insect wings, his neck had muscles that went from ears straight to shoulders, and the only thing more veiny than his mountainous arms were the veins that stood out on his cock. And what a cock. He was awestruck by he beast that was about to enter and destroyed his hole. Rings and rods sprouted in all directions. The man slammed inside of him without warning. A ripple of metal bars spaced evenly under the man’s shaft stuttered sensations he’d never before felt. Any one of them would have cause him to jump, but in rapid succession he became overwhelmed, stopped processing thought and became only aware of the sensations deep within his hole. The last thought he clung to before the onslaught of anal annihilation was where had he seen the shoulder and rib dragon tattoo before? (It was that bit of meat stuck in your tooth that your tongue keeps poking at.) Ben enjoyed watching the twink struggle with all the new feelings he was triggering in his hole. Like a xylophone, the six barbells of the Jacob’s Ladder along his shaft was playing the back of his colon and lower lip of his sphincter. The apadravya going from the top of his head to the bottom of his piss slit was driving the bottom and top of the kid’s hole wild, especially when the upward curve of his cock pushed the top metal bead against the kid’s prostate. He knew jabbing the kid forcefully scraped his prostate mercilessly. He could see the confusion and the titillation it was causing through the boy’s mask. (It was that scratch in the middle of your back that, over your shoulder or under your wing, you can’t get to.) The five dydoe piercing over the top ridge of Ben’s cock making up his king’s crown, raked across the top walls of the boy’s hole, so with each thrust by an already monstrously large cock mauling his hole, there was an extra eighth-inch of metal jewelry that added sensations from tingling to clawing in an already over-stimulated anus. Ben watched the boy’s struggling to make sense of what he was feeling, driving out thought leaving only fleeting gasps of consciousness. (It was that apprehension of greeting someone you know but whose name eludes you because the context is all wrong.) “Oh,” Chris said. Somewhere back inside his lizard brain, the dragon tattoo appeared in that photo with Manetti. On the refrigerator. Barely able to speak, over-wrought with carnal feelings off the charts, his motor functions quite in tatters, the realization was about to make him cum. He fumbled with his mask, fumbled with words, cumming as he spoke even without touching himself. “Ben,” he stated. Men along the bamboo wall shot over both of them. Time slowed down. Rain of semen, drop by drop, hit Chris and Ben. Ben looked down, and not having ejaculated in over a year, not having slept in ninety-six hours, was certain he was hallucinating. He was fucking his baby brother. The thought itself made him spew relentlessly without pause. He couldn’t stop fucking the hole he was in or break out of the feedback loop of how this couldn’t be his little brother, not here, not at a Fire Island orgy. But the squealing inside the feedback loop pieced together why the kid could take the beating he did, the same beatings he took regularly from Chris’ biological father, how thin and small he knew his brother to be, and in that feedback loop how good his hole felt. He couldn’t stop fucking while the screeching of the feedback continued, while the world made no sense. How had he gotten here? How could his hole have gotten so loose that he could punch and piston him so effortlessly? He pumped the remains of his orgasm as he removed his mask. Though Chris recognized immediately that it was Ben, at the same time, struggled with the thought that though he knew with complete certainty who he was, he couldn’t see an iota of his brother in the steroid, scarred body before him. Random pieces of Ben’s face started to come to him: the eyes, the brow, the lips, even the size of his cock. His cock. Slowly Ben pulled out of Chris, each millimeter causing a thrill mixed with madness. When Ben finally was out, the man who had real Lords and drug lords scrape before him, the man who princes and scum bags bowed before, the man who clerics begged, and middle-aged congressmen weep, fled himself in abject terror, hiding his face, stumbling for the garden gate, pining for a line he couldn’t uncross. Ever. Chris felt his hole ooze Ben’s ejaculate. With a finger he tasted it. Then tasted some more. *** Brunch Early morning fog had burned away, but left the island overcast and humid. The compound’s residence were stirring. Brunswick and Andy had caught an early seaplane back to La Guardia, to enjoy a day in the city, and then back to Los Angeles. Crusher was showering. Manetti was trying to rouse Chris with not much luck. There was a knock at the gate, and two men entered the garden with a large tan Great Dane. “Yoo-hoo,” the older of the two men said. He was in his late sixties, wearing an ill-fitting black toupee and a yellow ascot. He scanned around the compound looking for Tobias or Mitchel. “Are you decent?” “Never!” Tobias exclaimed, coming out of the main house to greet them in grey khakis and a red hibiscus Hawaiian shirt. “Boris, you old she-devil, you never age.” Boris, the man in the ascot, waved him away. The two men kissed each other on the cheek. “If you flatter him this early, his ego is never going to fit back on the boat,” said the other man, Roger, holding back the big dog. He was in his early sixties, had thin white hair grown long in back and a prominent receding hairline. Except for the flair of the yellow ascot, a jaunty accessory to celebrate the beginning of their week on the island—most likely, as a couple, their last—both men wore black. Matching black short-sleeved shirts with black cuffed Bermuda shorts. Afraid of the dog, Tobias air-kissed Roger. Mitchel came out in an untied blue terrycloth bathrobe over a lime green bathing suit, looking worn out from the night before. “Ladies, so nice to see you. Hello Wallace.” The dog wagged its tail. “Coffee’s ready. Indoors or out?” Roger brushed the air. “Indoors. Too many bugs out here,” he said leading the way with Wallace ahead of him. Tobias and Mitchel exchanged glances, then forced smiles. While the four men settled in the living room drinking their coffee, Manetti came out naked and threw himself in the pool. The events of the party were cobwebs in his brain. He’d been hard all night on Chris, but in spite of the discipline he imposed and some of the torments he put the kid through, he thought the kid had enjoyed all the attention he’d received. He also thought, if the kid every got up, he’d have a changed boy on his hands. He certainly was worshipped and adored by the men, reported Santiago Gutierrez, especially by the exalted embrace Ben showered on him, whose sudden appearance, rhapsodic climax, and then abrupt departure capped the evening for everyone. When Santiago delivered Chris finally back to Manetti around daybreak, Chris was incoherent and literally speaking in tongues. The four men drinking coffee and chit-chatting in the living room observed Manetti pushing himself off the pools gray slates, and strutting over, with his hefty meat swaying, to a stack of towels. “Surely, you’re familiar with Master Drax Productions?” Tobias asked his guests. They nodded with surely smiles. “Then you must know our adult entertainer friend, Mike Manetti?” he ventured to his guests, as Manetti, mostly dry, slid open the screen door and entered shaking his wet mane. Wallace the dog barked. Manetti eyed him with suspicion. Tobias couldn’t be more pleased to intimate his friendship with such a studly presence in his home. “Oh, don’t worry,” Roger said, admiring the broad mat of curly black hair. “He’s tougher than he looks.” “Just like Manetti,” quipped Mitchel. The men laughed as Manetti raise one of his dark eyebrows. “There’s coffee?” he asked, reminding himself to smile at the house guests. “Help yourself, in the kitchen,” Tobias said. He began filling the morticians in on what Manetti had told him Mister Drax was proposing regarding a boat purchase. He embellished the pirate and sailor story, adding some lurid details from his imagination. Mitchel nudged him halfway through a very detailed gangbang scene, to get back to the proposal. Just then they heard a splash in the pool, and saw Chris blond head bobbing up and down in the water. Boris was in an outright trance gazing after the boy. Roger looked at him nervously. Mitchel got up nonchalantly, excused himself, saying all the coffee mugs he’d forgotten to tell Mike were still in the dishwasher. He entered the kitchen with Manetti looking in several cabinets. Mitchel opened the steaming dishwasher and took out a mug and handed it to Manetti. While Manetti was pouring, he said, “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Manetti looked at him blankly. “This story of Chris’ last night. Some crooks. A dirty cop. This was a story on the local news yesterday. Some family was killed in Queens along with two escaped convicts. Is this part of that?” “No,” Manetti insisted. “The kid was high and trying to impress Brunswick with a far-fetched story.” “Tobias would believe that,” Mitchel said, handing Manetti a carton of milk out of the refrigerator. Manetti pour some in his coffee and gave it back. “Tobias would, I don’t. You don’t teach law for twenty years and don’t immediately see links in stories, far-fetched or otherwise. And I know you. I’ve known your family since you were a little kid. I was the first man you came out to. Don’t you know how much I’ve hated seeing you associate with someone like Drax? And this story the boys jabbers on about, I’m afraid for you, Michael.” “Don’t be. Everything’s on the up and up. Drax sent me out with cash, being he’s more comfortable without a paper trail, the IRS and everything.” “See, sweetie, this is where the hair on my arm stands up.” Theirs was a very complicated history. Tobias, to Manetti, was a client, a client he liked, but Mitchel was someone that went way back, someone he respected and trusted. Someone, time and again, whose advice he refused to heed, and whose eyes he always found it hard to meet. But that morning in the kitchen, he forced himself to, putting on his most captivating smile. “Don’t worry, Uncle Mitch. I got this all worked out. Believe me.” He put a hand on Mitchel’s shoulder and pulled him in. Hugged him and kissed his cheek. Manetti returned with his coffee and took up residence in an Eames lounge chair next to a display case of Japanese objects d’art, his towel wrapped around his washboard waist. Roger gave him a hungry look, which Manetti returned with a crocodile smile. Mitchel followed back from the kitchen and sat next to Tobias on their black leather couch. “So,” Mitchel said brightly. “Master Drax Productions is looking for a property for a sea-faring adventure and we thought of you.” “Sweetie, we’re passed that,” Tobias scolded. “We’re talking price now. Two hundred thousand, our guests have offered.” Manetti sipped his coffee, then while watching Roger, ran his tongue over his full bottom lip. “I can give you one fifty today, cash, if you give me title and bill of sale and the keys.” Boris scoffed. “Cash? You carry that much with you?” Just then Chris opened the screen door with his towel wrapped around him. The water had woken him up, but he still seemed dazed and looked at the two men dressed in black in a fog but also with a bit of suspicion. “The production company prefers cash transactions. I won’t go into detail but records, paper trails, sometimes get in the way.” Chris came and sat on the ottoman in front of Manetti. “Boy, where do you belong and why are you hiding in that towel?” Chris rose from his seat, folded his towel and sat on it cross-legged naked. Boris’ eyes almost fell out of his head. He had to shift so that his stirring cock wouldn’t tent in his shorts. “It sound shady, this no paper trail,” he said uncomfortably. “Well,” Manetti said. “Take Chris driver’s license. Sure it says he’s eighteen. It would have to if he were to be in an adult film, wouldn’t it?” Chris turned around and looked at Manetti confused. Manetti raised his brows, and Chris turned back around taking his cue. Boris and Roger examine the skinny, hairless boy. They could only imagine how old he really was. “One eighty,” offered Boris, staring as the boy as Chris touched himself for his benefit. “Sixty,” Manetti countered, leaning forward as his towel parted, displaying his round hairy balls cushioning his famously monstrous thick cock. “And we’ll throw in a free fuck for both of you—both me and the kid. Deal?” “Deal!” cried Boris and Roger simultaneously. The screen door opened and Master Drax entered, followed by his servant Jamal who clasped a large case. “Deal?” he asked scanning the faces in the room. He smiled at the boy who, while he played with himself, sat on the floor with a full erection. “Hello, Christian. What a pleasure to see you.” He inspected Manetti’s stoic face. “What sort of deal would that be?” He then shut the heavy sliding glass door, and locked it. “Hello, doggy.”

I used to whore out guys on regular basis in the past. I always had more than one cumdump. Normally 2 but if there were big events in town 3. Always be very careful who u pick...some guys r great cumdumps and others r not. If u r picky I don't want u in my stable. When I used to recruit new cumdumps I always asked them why they would think they would be good cumdumps for my party. Also important is that they will be able to share tops with other cumdumps. If u have the policy of wanting to be the only cumdump im not interested...it's also stupid because offering 2 cumdumps attracts far more tops.At my party's I always liked to have a relaxed easy going energy. So no watchers and people had to play well with eachother in sharing the cumdumps.

Been fucked in stranger places, but this was the hottest. I used to work in an older building in San Francisco, and for six months or so there was an empty floor. I would hook up with guys online and they would come over and fuck in a restroom on that floor. There was a guard in the lobby of the building, but since there were a lot of people coming through the lobby, I didn't think he knew about it. Until the day he showed up right after a guy left. Said he saw me online and knew what was going on. And that he wanted in on it too. He fucked me then and multiple times after that. Sometimes with another guy's load in my hole.

If I saw a guy do that I would simply walk up to him and fuck him.

Take the bottom to an adult bookstore with a dark room area, and fuck him in front of others. Lots of the people there will decide in the moment to go for the easy hole when it's available. I've seen it and participated in it dozens of times. Once the top cums and leaves, another top will quietly take his place inside the bottom. It's like the movie line "if you build it they will come", cept in this case it's if an easy hole is in front of them they will fuck it.

Never do that myself but I love it when I see a guy like that with a hot ass exposed in the mens room. Never really understood why some guys feel the need to do that, after all what's a fly for? But hey, please go ahead!

I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, and 6 foot tall, so I got a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward. There was one particular inpatient who always flirted with me like crazy. He was 56 years old, skinny and tanned, he was in the advanced stages of AIDS. On one particular night when I was on call, I went into his room, closing the door, and found he was still up. "Hi, John, still awake?" I asked, standing next to the bed. I was wearing just scrubs, boxer shorts and trainers with no socks on, my bulge kind of rested on the mattress as I leant forward against the bed, but I knew he wouldn't mind. "Hi, Joe, how are you?" John replied as he turned to face me, ihe process his hospital gown fell off his shoulder, showing his skinny chest, covered in grey hair. "I'm ok, but more importantly, how are you?" I asked. "Not so great. My viral load is up high again, and the KS on my leg is itching," he said, pulling his foot out from under the cover. He had a Kaposi Sarcoma on his left foot, one of the signs of advanced AIDS. It was a small brown, scaly lump, about the size of a 50p coin. I lifted his foot up and stroked the cancerous lesion. "You need some moisture on it. It's quite dry," i remarked, running my hand up his calf, feeling the similar sized cancer lump on his left shin. With one hand I stroked the KS lesion on his shin with my thumb, rubbing the lesion on his foot with the finger tips of my other hand. "Well, I'll let you sort that out for me young man," he commented, curling his toes round my fingers as I stroked his bare foot. "Is there anything else with which I can help you, John?" I asked. "Well, my cock has a problem," he replied, broadly grinning. "Oh, really. What would that be?" "It swells everytime a certain medical student comes near," he answered, out-lining his erection in his hospital gown, suggesting "I think you should lock the door and examine it," he said, lifting the edge of his gown up a bit. "John, ummm, you shouldn't get that out here..." I said as John exposing his big, heavy, hairy nuts, which I knew were full of toxic cum. "Oh, ok. I'd better lock the door if youre going to do that," I said, walking over to the door and locking it, and turning the little knob so the slits in the window went opaque. I walked back over to John's bed and sat down on the edge, slipping my shoes off and wiggling my sweaty bare toes. "At least I can go barefoot if the door is locked, I commented. "You like teasing me, don't you Joe?" John asked rhetorically. "This is just going to be a visual inspection, I said, lifting-up his gown. His fat, seven inch, uncut, veiny, tanned, poz erection lay obscenely hard along his bare thigh. "But I think I felt a lump, or maybe two lumps," he said lifting his balls up from between his thighs so his fat genitals proudly hung over his leg in front of me. I stood up, the hard floor cold on my bare feet, standing right up to the bed, my semi hard cock bulging my scrub trousers, the lump of my genitals resting on the mattress. "John, you have an amazing cock, but I'm a student here. I'm supposed to leave the room if a patient gets aroused," putting my hand on his bare foot again, rubbing his cancer lesion gently as he stroked his erection slowly. "You can just watch me wank. Anyhow, you seem to like touching my KS" John said. With that, he slid his bare foot up under my scrubs top, placing his bare sole on my bare chest under my clothes, suggesting "Take your top off." I did as he directed. Lifting my scrubs top off over my head, I stood bare foot and topless in an AIDS patient's hospital room. I put my hands on John's bare foot, lifting it up to my face as he lay naked, stroking his fat cock on the bed, and looked closely at his KS lesion, and then pressed my lips into the cancer riddled skin, kissing his bare foot right on his KS lump. "You're a nasty one, ain't ya," John asked, rubbing his big toe on my lips, pushing his sweaty toe into my mouth. I sucked down on his big toe, tongue-fucking the toe gap between his big toe and the next, proceeding to work my way down towards his little toe, thoroughly tongueing his toe gaps until all five of his toes were covered in spit. Then I kissed my way back-up his bare foot, until again I was pressing my lips into his KS lesion. "You can suck it, if you want. It'll help moisturise it,' John observed. I licked the cancerous lump, feeling the scaly texture of the lesion with my tongue. I pressed my lips round the circumference and sucked on his KS lump, sloppily sucking his cancer between my lips and into my mouth. Eventually I stopped slurping on his KS lesion, kissing his toes as he pulled his foot away, rubbing his saliva covered toes on my erection that was tenting out my scrubs trousers. "I think it's time to take these off," John said, pulling at my waist band with his toes. I assisted, pushing my trousers and boxers to my bare feet and kicked them off, standing naked in front of John as he leant forward and started to suck my cock. I held his head, curling my toes on the hospital floor as I face fucked John. The old guy deep-throated me easily. "John, I really shouldn't be doing this. I could lose my position,' i said as John pulled me onto the bed, laying me on my back and maneuvering on top of me. Our chests and cocks were pressed togther, our faces six inches apart. I leant forward and started to snog him, making out with his as we ground our cocks together. "Good boy, right decision," John said as he shoved his tongue down my throat. "But what if the nurses outside hear?" I asked as we rubbed our naked bodues together, readying ourselves for sex. "Well, we should probably do this quietly so they don't hear" John answered. Lifting my feet up onto his shoulders and kneeling between my legs, pressing his cock into my nut sack, he bent over so his face came close to mine again. "John, what are you doing?" I asked, adding "We can't fuck. Maybe some sucking, but we don't have a condom," I said as John kissed my forehead. With that, John reached over and pulled a condom out the drawer next to his bed and placed it on my chest, saying "It's there, if you want it." "What do you mean 'if I want it?'" John then kissed me on the lips as he rubbed his helmet over my ring and up and down my ass crack. "You're laying on your back, your feet up on my shoulders, on the AIDS ward in which you chose to work, having sucked the KS lesions on my foot," John replied. "So?" I asked. "So I guess you have a fetish for poz cock," John replied. With that he stuck his tongue out and pointed it to the left, so I could see another 50p sized KS lesion on his tongue, growing out of the side of his tongue half way along the shaft of it. "Is that...?' I started to ask but trailed off as I felt him lodge his helmet at my anus. "It's another lesion. Do you want to suck it?" he asked, gently putting pressure on my ass with his helmet. "I'd love to suck on it," I replied as John pressed his cock harder into me, the tip starting to seperate my ring. "I'll have to bend over to let you reach. My poz cock might slip inside a little bit," he observed, pushing his helmet into me a fraction to emphasise his point, noting "I've leaked quite a lot of poz precum on your little ass ring, so you're pretty well lubed back here," he said, rubbing his cock round my ring, pushing in a tiny bit more. "I don't care. Let me suck your tongue lesion," I replied, inviting him by widely opening my lips. John bent forward, his helmet slowly slipping into me, along with half his shaft, and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I knew his poisenous cock was buried in my guts, but all I could think about was sucking on that lump on his tongue and how nasty and kinky and horny that was. Then John pushed his cock deeper into my body. Then it realized: I was being penetrated bareback by a very toxic cock. I stopped sucking and stared in his eyes. "You like sucking my lesion? Do you want my raw cock up you deeper or should I pull out?" he asked. "Put your cock balls-deep inside me," I answered, pulling him back down and sucking on his tongue again. As directed, he slid in, balls-deep, grinding his cock into me. He slid out again, removing his tongue from my mouth. "More?" he asked. "Fuck me" I answered, laying back. "You nasty lil student boy," John said as he straighten his back, and buried his cock balls-deep into my ass. John was kneeling between my legs, my feet on his shoulders, trying to poz me as I lay on my back pierced by his fat cock. "John, jesus, actually, fuck, I can't let you do this. You've got to," trailing off as John slid his cock out and then gently slid it back inside me again. "Just let me fuck you for a bit. I won't cum in you, I promise," John whispered. Lifting my bare feet to his face, he sucked on my toes as he slid his cock in and out of my ass, gently fucking me. "Oh god, fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this in the hospital,' I said, curling my toes round John's tongue as he fucked me bareback, slow, and really deep. "Are you sure you don't want this?" John asked, reaching over and picking up the condom, putting it in my hand. "Why? I don't need it - as long as you don't cum in me," I replied. John fucked me harder. "Yeah, but I'm getting close," John said, sliding out completely and then fucking back in to the hilt, hard and deep, my ass slurping wth each thrust. "Fuck. How close? This feels really good," I asked, pushing my feet into his mouth as he fucked me. "Getting closer," John warned. "Don't cum. Just slide it in me for a few more seconds before you pull out. You're my first ever poz cock. I want it to last as long as possible," I responded, only to be met by a grunt from John. "How close are you now?" I asked as John tongue fucked my toes while he poz fucked my ass. "Pretty close," John answered, fucking me deeply, adding "Whoa, stop, stop, don't move," as he buried his cock inside me to the hilt, his balls slapping my ass. Then he bit down on my toes, chewing them gently as he closed his eyes. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass as we both held still, John moaning and sighing. "Got too close and had to stop?" I asked, rubbing my big toe on John's tongue. "Fuck yeah. I nearly nutted up in side you then," John answered. I lifted my ass up off his cock and slid back down onto it again, grinding my ass onto his erection buried deep inside me. "Careful,' he said, grinding into me, adding "I'm really close." "How close? Could you cum in five strokes?" I asked, pulling my ass up and slamming it back onto his cock again. He tensed inside me, grinding up into my bowels trying to burrow deeper with his cock. "I dunno. Do you want to risk it?" he said pulling out and sliding back in counting off "One." "Go on. Go to five," I answered, pushing my toes again into his mouth. He slid in and out as I counted "Two..., ugh..., three... ughhhh..., four..., ughhhh... five....' I said as he slid in and out slowly. "Well, I didn't cum,' he said, grinding hard into my guts with his cock. "Then keep fucking me," I responded, pushing my foot into his mouth and gripping his tongue with my toes. He pulled-out and slid back in again. "One...' he said, adding "how many strokes do I get this time?" as he slid out and fucked back in, hard, balls-deep, "...two...," he said. "Just keep fucking me," I replied, pulling my ass off his cock and sliding it back down. He slid in and out repeatedly, quietly counting as he fucked. "Three... four... five... six...." "Stop counting," I ordered. John fucked me gently, in silence, and then sped-up, his balls slapping my ass. "But keep fucking?" he asked. After ten or more thrusts, he rammed his raw, poz cock deep inside my ass. "Fuck, John, keep fucking me. Don't stop," I ordered, again pushing my toes into his mouth. "I'm going to cum," he said, pushing my feet into my chest as he bent me in half to fuck me harder, slamming into my guts over and over, asking "Where do you want it?" "Cum inside me." He lifted my feet up to his face and sucked my toes again. "Are you sure?' he asked, all the while fucking hilt deep and brutally hard, warning "I'm about to cum. I didn't reply. As he moaned and closed his eyes, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled his cock into me. John bucked his hips as his balls pulled up tight in their sack. "Cum in me, John. Oh god, cum inside me," I answered. "Here it comes. FUCKING TAKE MY LOAD, YOU LITTLE NEG STUDENT BOY WHORE. YEAH, FUCK.' he hoarsely grunted. Then he bent over, putting his face next to mine as he unloaded deep inside me, asking "Can you feel my cock expanding? I'm cumming inside you." He took the condom which I was still clutching, and tossed it on to the floor, saying "My dirty sperm is right up in your guts. What would your doctor friends say?" as he finished-off his orgasm, his cock still buried in my guts. After a few seconds John pulled his cock out of my ass, resting his helmet at my hole, coating his fat mushroom tip in his sperm, he rubbed it round my ring and pushed his cum covered cock back inside me, fucking my cum filled ass for a minute or two as he came down off his cum. "Working it deep up into you boy. What does your medical student knowledge say about that?" John asked, grinding deep up into me with his cock. "John, fuck, oh god, pull it out. I've gotta go shit out your load." With that John finally let me slide off his cock. I stood up, naked, my bare feet cold on the floor, as John's toxic cum ran down my leg. John stood up in front of me, our cocks touching. As we stood face to face, he held our cocks together in his hand and stroked them, while his other hand slid round behind me and fingered my cummy hole. "You probably should shit that out," John suggested, ramming two fingers into my guts and swirling them around in his load up inside my guts. "Oh fuck..." I responded as John scraped my prostate with his finger nails. "...or, you could just fuck me quickly first, you must be gagging to blow a load after taking your first poz cock," John responded, turning round and bending over the bed, pulling his ass cheeks apart. i had a strange, out-of-body moment. i looked down at his rosebud ass, looked at my bare feet, curling my toes on the cold floor, cum dripping down my ankle and onto my foot where it had leaked out my ass. Then I looked at my hard, dripping, angry, cock, my mushroom helmet purple. It was so hard. "Well?" John asked. i stepped forward and pushed my helmet into his ass. "Good boy," John said.

I am a whore. I’ve always been a whore. I live for sucking cock and taking then raw up my ass. I live for cock and everything that comes out of cock. I was born for cock. I’ve been this way since I was a teenager. My dad caught me shoving things up my ass and decided he needed another hole to fuck besides Mom. I begged for his cock. Mom caught us fucking and freaked out. She divorced him so it was just the two of us. I didn’t care. I just wanted his cock as much as I could get it.
 
 I loved going to school with his loads inside me. I knew I was a hole. There was nothing I liked better than realizing his cum was dripping out of my hole midway through the morning. I didn’t care if anyone saw the wet spot on the ass of my pants. I wanted them to see it so they would know how much of a cum slut I was. Men realized that I was a cumdump at that point. A couple of times men smelled the cum on me and pulled me into stalls in bathrooms and bred another load into my cunt. In the mall, at school, in the park. But I didn’t care. I always wanted another load in my hole.I knew I could never say no to cock in my pussy. The only words I knew were “harder” and “breed me.” Dad loved it when I would come home with more cum in my hole than I’d left the house with.
 
 One day I came home from the mall with two extra loads in my pussy that weren’t there when I left (horny, fat dicked DILFs taking a break from their wives by breeding me in the bathroom) and Daddy showed me the profiles he had created on Scruff and Grindr for me. He told me that he was arranging for new men to use my pussy. I think he really got off on whoring out his own son, and I certainly wasn’t going to argue. More cock meant more cum in my cumdump. It just showed how much Daddy loved me and knew what I wanted. Daddy loaded the apps onto my phone so I could respond directly to the men who wanted to breed me.
 
 The handle was DaddysCumdumpWhore. He sure knew just how to describe me. 
 
 I was standing there naked in my room and saw his fat cock in his shorts. I leaned down and unbuttoned them and the cock that made me sprang and slapped me on the face. “You always want my cock in your pussy son?,” he leered at me, knowing I couldn’t say no. “First, better lick up the stranger cum that’s leaking out all over the floor. Don’t make a mess, you fucking whore.” I leaned down and, sure enough, drops of precious cum were leaking out of my ass. I licked them up off the tile, and immediately hopped on the bed and stuck my ass in the air. “Please Daddy?”
 
 Daddy leaned down and I could feel his beard on my cunt. He started licking my cummy hole and making me moan and push my ass back onto his sexy, bearded face. 
 
 “How many loads did you get at the mall, baby boy?” 
 
 “Just two daddy, one of them was really hairy, and had a really fat cock. I thought we were going to get caught, I was moaning so loud and begging him for his cum. Lucky that one bathroom where you fucked me the first time has a lock and only one toilet.”
 
 “I taught you well how to be a slut, son. Fuck baby, it tastes like he shot a two week load of sperm inside you.”
 
 Daddy leaned up and kissed me, giving me a nice thick load of sperm that, moments before had been inside my well bred cumdumpster. This was what I lived for. Daddy spit some of the cum out onto his hand and rubbed it over the head of his fat uncut dick and shoved it all the way inside me with one push. I moaned loudly and said “thank you Daddy! Fuck I love it when you ram it into me hard. Now breed me hard, use those strangers’ cum to lube up my cunt. I always need a hard fuck from you Daddy!”
 
 He was still ramming his dick up my ass when, 15 minutes later, the first guy responded to one of my online profiles,. Daddy stopped fucking me with his cock shoved all the way inside my cunt. I was in love with Daddy’s cock. He grabbed my phone off the bedside table and looked at it. “Fuck yeah, that will do.” He handed me the phone and there was a picture of a sexy boy my age, leering at the camera. He had a buzz cut, and a beard and his chest was really hairy for a 20 year old.
 
 I touched the button for the messages and read his:
 
 “Hey piggy, you look like you would be fun to breed. When can we get together so I can shove my cock up your ass?”
 
 Well. That was direct. Daddy read the message over my shoulder and laughed. “He doesn’t beat around the bush, does he son? Tell him you’re available in 15 minutes when your Dad finishes breeding your cunt.” He tossed the phone on the bed and started to ram my cunt really hard, heading for the finish line, while I begged him for his load. “Please cum in my pussy, Daddy! It needs your cum so badly. Fuck I love you Daddy! I need your load so much!!”
 
 “Fuck I love having such a whore for a son. Here you go piggy,” and with that he rammed his cock all the way inside me, hard, and I could feel his cock throbbing, squirting a huge load of the sperm that made me, up into my cunt.
 
 As soon as my Dad came in my ass, he collapsed on top of me and we spooned for a minute, but then he reminded me that I needed to respond to the hot hairy boy who wanted to breed me. I grabbed my phone and told the guy that my Dad has just freshly fucked a load into my ass and he could be next. All he had to do was send me his address.
 
 “Fuck dude! Your Dad fucked your hole? REALLY? SO fucking hot. Be here in 15 minutes!” He gave me his address. I shoved a buttplug up my ass, pulled on my jock and shorts, gave Daddy a kiss and jumped on my bike to head out.
 
 I got to the apartment building where Dean said he lived, locked up my bike and knocked on the door. The door opened and there he was. 20 years old, tall and lean and covered in body hair. He was wearing just a baseball cap and shorts and clearly no underwear. He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. 
 
 “You party, pig? I’m already kinda high. Let’s get you spun and see what happens.”
 
 “I’ve never done that before. What’s it like?”
 
 “Oh baby, we’re gonna get you fucked UP. Hey boys, the pig hasn’t partied before!"
 
 As we walked into the living room, I could see that he was talking to three other guys, all in their early 20s. All of them were sitting watching porn, stroking New Whore Story.pdf

Has anyone started a tally thread for 2018, or are we going to keep rolling with this one? I didn't keep count in 2017, but I got my first 4 loads of the new year at the bathhouse today.

Very nice and I know how much you wanted to clean that nice cock off.

Great writing.

Awesome story, you now have me on the edge waiting for the next...... Loving your detailed description of the deepfisting to the armpit and know and love that sensation ;).....Just imagining both Chrsi and Manetti rushing on a big ffuckin slam and more as they each feed on big muscled arms....

7 pm, fucked bare and took a load deep in my ass. 20 mins later a guy fucked me bare and came in my mouth 10 mins later another guy fucked me safe and for the first time in my life I sucked the cum out of his used condom... hooking up more tops..

Im of an age (53) I lived though most of my friends and lovers dying of AIDS in the late 80's and 90's. I went to so many funerals , it was so fucking unfair that these guys who had done nothing wrong were cut down in there prime. I have sat on many beds and held so many hands , and it was a privilege to do so. I promised a lover in his last few moments that I would take care of my self and not take risks , and I did till PREP. PREP is a compete game changer. I am now making up for lost time.

Buddy stood up and stretched his muscles, then grabbed me roughly by the arm, and tossed me into the chair he had just vacated. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me to the edge, flipped my legs up, and began lubing my hole from a bottle of lube he'd brought. The lube burned a bit, and when I bitched, he told me to shut up and take it. Eventually he began sliding his finger in and out then he reached into a pocket, and slid his finger back inside. I could feel that he'd stuck something inside which was when I realized what was happening. He was booty bumping me, with what I had no idea, and without bothering to ask for permission. My asshole was burning, my heart was racing, and suddenly I was a moaning sloppy mess. I'd always enjoyed dosing sluts and taking advantage, and now those tables had turned. 'Look at you, big strong man to tina-whore in one swoop!' He leaned forward, and I felt his cock brushing my hole. I moaned. My hips flexed. The tip entered. He began to open me. I moaned and my hard cock flopped around on my belly, more of his shaft was slipping in and out now, and I could feel his thickness riding my prostate I moaned with pleasure and realized that soon my balls were going to explode. His hips kept rolling that giant shaft deeper and deeper as he continued fucking my virgin hole. His hands fumbled again in his jacket, and he produced a glass pipe and a large lighter. Clicking the trigger, he began to warm the pipe, then drawing the resulting thick white vapour into his lungs. Staring at me, he said, 'Inhale this' As he spoke the words, wisps of white cloud issued from his mouth. Leaning down (and sliding deeper into my spasming hole) he kissed me hard and blew into my lungs. I felt lungs expand with the drugs he was forcing into me. I moaned. My hips flexed. I breathed out. The cloud swirled thickly and I felt the last inches of that huge cock slide home. I was fully opened. Staring down at me, he began to grind into my hole, and play the torch over the pipe again. Breathing deep, then again leaning down to shotgun the potent vapour into my lungs. I groaned aloud as my tortured prostate gave up and pumped my sperm out in an enormous orgasm. The clouds poured out of my throat and I frantically pulled him deeper into me. He began to stroke his cock in and out f me, using my hole thoroughly, long smooth strokes that were quickly carrying me to another orgasm despite my flaccid cock. I moaned and writhed as I cam again, chanting the words 'fuck me' over and over. He grunted and obviously came, pulsing into my begging hole, and continued on still hard. I thanked god for viagra as he slammed into me.

Easy answer is there is no one answer. It all depends on the two guy's moods. I've enjoyed nice fucks as well as hard fucks. I never want the same thing all the time. You just have to be you.

Midnight "C'mon! Up-ee!" Manetti came in the room clapping his hands, startling Chris. The room had a foul stench. Chris was sweating profusely, and had moistened the bedsheets with their dried butt juice from earlier that day. The kid was oblivious to the stink, awash in perpetual, carnal thoughts, though if you pressed him he couldn't tell you one of them. Manetti turned off the electro kit and started taking off all of Chris attachments. Manetti smacked his lips, his nostril flaring with powder. "Swear to Christ, you should be paying me for this first one. It's a twofer and you better not fuck up. Client wants his puppy to try Tina, so it has the potential to be interesting. Ah," Manetti said, pausing to admire the hour's growth of Chris' nipples, "Look at those sweet tits, man. Beautiful little eraser heads." Manetti twisted them. Chris looked down to see his nips were pretty hefty now. Nowhere near Manetti’s and far from Master Drax's, but much more plump than the tiny pimples he had before. Manetti pulled out the sound and butt plug without much protest from Chris. He untied the kid, and plunked him in the shower to wash some of the bed crud off. He needed to be, at the very least, presentable. Tricks could fuck him up as much they wanted, but let him at least start from a baseline of decency. They left their cabana amidst men walking around cruising each other and taking off to the shadows where portable slings had been set up. All around, under the throbbing disco music, moans of sex and the scent of reefer and poppers filled the night. Manetti led the way holding a prepared .3 rig in one hand and Chris' dog leash in the other. Both wore their white towels and masks as did everyone on the grounds. Manetti walked up to the cabana next to theirs, Chuck Brunswick's and Andy's, and knocked. Chris looked at all the men walking by. Some stared at him, licking their chops. He licked his chops hungrily back at them until Manetti yanked his leash. "Focus," Manetti said. In the garden shadows, Chris made out slings clanking in secluded walkways. Fireflies winked their little lights in the dark. *** Andy Hollister, in the bright California sunlight, had eyes that shined a luminescent aquamarine. No joke. What the TV star saw when he emerged from his trailer in Santa Monica, ready to film another boring expositional beach scene with his co-star, L.A. Police Chief Roy Ebbing, was Andy playing volleyball with the other day players. The extra, even from a distance had mesmerizing eyes. Dark brown hair, a sculpted brow, a wiry frame—the kid wasn’t tall, but he was excellent at spiking the ball from a running start. Chuck Brunswick couldn’t think of one beach he’d been to—Cyprus, Oaxaca, Zakynthos Island of Greece—that was of a clearer blue than the happy kid in the sand. Andy was assigned a background role of volleyball player that Stacks Lightning would pass on the boardwalk while milking Police Chief Ebbing for intel. Walk-and-talk scene were typically the most boring parts of the script to film—pure exposition. But that day, with a hot young twink consistently in his line of sight, each take they did gave the actor a pleasant distraction from the humdrum dialog. After the shoot, Brunswick got the front office to track down the extra and called in a favor from one of the executive producers. Andy was offered a Production Assistant’s job, which, to him, came out of the blue but he was eager to accept it. It paid little, but more than his waiter job, and the glamor of working on one of television most popular shows made him the envy of all his friends in the San Fernando Valley, especially his girlfriend who told everyone that Andy was starting to make it big in Hollywood. On set, Brunswick started hitting Andy up to fetch things: coffee, newspapers, cocaine (discretely from one of the prop guys). Their friendship, mentorship, whatever you want to call it, grew to where Brunswick had him running dialog with him between takes. One night they were filming a chase sequence at a refinery in El Segundo. The shoot ended about four in the morning and Brunswick was pretty wired from the fight sequences and the cocaine he’d been doing with Andy in his trailer. As the film company was breaking down their equipment, Brunswick mentioned he was concerned for Andy riding out to the valley so late. Why didn’t he follow him home and he could stay in the downstairs guest house. His one and only tenant had recently vacated and he could spend the night there, no problem. Andy enthusiastically agreed and follow him on his Kawasaki back to Brunswick's Malibu pad. The house was built on the cliffs with its pier foundation drilled deep into rocks below. The main overhanging house had a small studio apartment tucked underneath where Brunswick said he could crash. When they entered, day was breaking. From the hallway Andy could see another bright, azure sky unfolding over the Pacific. He’d seen sunrises, of course, but never anything so amazing where blue ocean folded into blue sky. Brunswick, looking into Andy’s eyes, felt the same amazement. He took the boy’s face in his hands and spontaneously kissed him. “Whoa. Dude!” Andy said, jumping back, but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome or unexpected. With each step of their increasing intimacy, Andy had gotten closer and more in tune with the actor’s unspoken needs. First minor incidental touches, a pat on the back, say, might be replaced with a tap on his butt; Brunswick coming out of the shower to run lines with him, the star would linger spending an inordinate amount of time naked, fluffing up his package, drying himself off. Once, running lines with him next to the catering truck on the studio backlot, Brunswick got up to a part in the script where he was supposed to kiss this week’s babe. As he got to that part, he reached out, putting a hand on Andy’s face and said, “This is where I kiss you.” Andy had never forgotten that confusing moment because right on the heels of that, Brunswick’s blond-haired teenage son and his ex-wife came on set and went off to his trailer to sign some papers. “Fuckin’ look at your eyes, man,” Brunswick said to him at the beach house that early morning. Andy, rather than backing off and playing coy, came forward and pressed his face against that famous mustache. He moved in that week, broke off with his girlfriend, and never left Brunswick’s side. Or a better way to say it is that Brunswick never let him leave his side. Once Andy moved in, in small and subtle ways, Brunswick started to narrow his exposure with anyone else. His valley friends weren’t to visit the house. “They’re black holes that only want to be your friends so they can hang out in Malibu.” Andy disagreed but not fervently enough to actually invite any of his friend over. One by one, friends, even family, contacted him less and less. The studio apartment downstairs where he ostensible lived was rarely used, only when studio executives came over for a dinner meeting would Andy be required to remain downstairs until they left. Brunswick nonchalantly suggested clothing Andy might wear, taking him eventually into Beverly Hills, picking out all his outfits. He adopted this dapper wardrobe, a sweater tied round his Lacoste shirt, as his new style. From happy, grungy valley kid to serious, snappy preppy boy in less than a year. The second year they lived together, Brunswick had him quit his job as a PA, persuading him he’d be more content to stay home and enjoy the solitary beach, cook meals, clean, and wait for him every evening for his return. Andy was his servant, secretary, and—to Andy, anyway—his lover. He dressed in a manner that pleased Brunswick; taking on the interests the actor had, the conservative politics the actor espoused. He came round to enjoying the finer things Brunswick exposed him to. When the actor was on hiatus, they traveled to Paris, Bangkok, Rio, took meals at the finest London restaurants, stayed at the best Mediterranean villas. He was introduced to famous and, sometimes, infamous acquaintances, artists, politicians, shady characters that had “boys” of their own. It was on a flight to New York with a connecting seaplane after that, that brought Andy face to face with a naked Chris Prior standing in front of him, and a man he’d met that day called Manetti, a pretty sketchy character if you wanted to know the truth, who was running a hand down the skinny blond kid’s torso, fluffing up his dick, displaying him like he was some county fair animal, like a slab of prime meat brought over as a main course by a swarthy Italian waiter. "One hundred to fuck him. Two to fist," Manetti informed Brunswick. "Same price for two of us, right?" Brunswick inquired. Manetti nodded. "Does he top or only bottom?" "Dunno," Manetti said honestly perplexed. “It’s never come up. Can you fuck, boy?" "Fuck who?" Chris asked, only semi-aware he was on display, naked in front of Chuck and Andy, both draped in their towels while he was not. "You’d fuck Andy, of course," Brunswick said. "And you're neg, right?" "Yes, Sir, sir. Practically a virgin," replied Chris, giving Andy a lascivious examination. Andy thought that this didn’t seem like the same kid running around the pool a couple of hours ago. The kid in front of him now was as crude as Manetti. He also noticed the blond was getting a pretty big hardon. "And I’ll admin to your boy, too," Manetti added, "no charge except for product. Point three is my reco. It’ll pack a pretty good wallop for a first timer." "Alright," Brunswick said, reaching for his wallet and pulling out several bills and handing them to Manetti. Andy looked alarmed. “Wait, what’s this admin stuff?” “You know how we’ve been trying to get you into fisting?” Brunswick began in his persuasive tone. Andy looked at Manetti quickly. “Well, this should open you up. It’s Tina and you inject it. You trust me, don’t you, son?” “I don’t know, Chuck,” Andy said looking at the ominous needle in Manetti’s hand. “Can’t I just snort it like we do coke? “Much better to have it injected, Chief,” Manetti advised. “Trust me, you’ll love it.” That was enough for Andy to sour on the whole deal. He didn’t like Manetti. Certainly would never trust him. “Aw, c’mere Raggedy Andy,” Chuck said, pulling Andy in close, stroking his bicep and chest. Andy went limp in his arm like he always did. “Remember our first night after you got your implants?" Manetti asked quizzically. "Implants?" "Yeah, how do you think my boy got so buff? No gym membership needed," Brunswick replied. He ran his hand lavishly over the boy’s expensive biceps, the sculpted deltoids and yoked traps. “Baby, you remember how good the painkillers were the doctor proscribed? How I almost got all my fingers inside you? Well, this will be a hundred times better than that.” Chris chimed in, “Yeah, you'll feel, like, so great and you get this big rush, bigger than when you take a hit of coke. It’s a million times more better.” Andy stared at Chris’ growing erection and started to feel his own dick start to rise. “Okay, but you’re staying here the whole time, Chuck, right?” He definitely did not want to be alone with this thug Manetti with his prominent biohazard belly tattoo. “The whole time, buddy. The whole time,” Chuck reassured him. “Why don’t I hold you, while Manetti injects you? I’ll hold you, son, if you like.” Andy nodded, still nervous. Brunswick got situated at the headboard and pulled Andy in between his legs, put one arm on a shoulder and started massaging him, his other hand traveled over Andy's downy chest. Manetti sat next to Andy, propped a pillow under his arm, and told him to make a fist. Andy followed his instruction, and Manetti went in search of a vein. Chris sat at the edge of the bed and witnessed each detail. His hardon said how hot he was for this young man, admiring the short dark hairs that were just starting to cover his sculpted chest, the tufts of black hair tucked under his carved arms. “I can see you’re scared,” Manetti said, “I’ll just do half. You tell me if you want it all. Sound good?” Andy like the idea and nodded. His white skin displayed many prominent blue vein possibilities. “Let's do this one, Chief,” he said poking a ridge on his forearm. “Ready?” Andy’s face said he wasn’t but Manetti went on anyway. “Okay think of a nice place you really like.” Andy thought of that first night at Chuck’s, looking out the window watching the day break, seeing fins, dolphin fins in the distance. Manetti stuck him and pulled back the plunger and Andy’s red blood swirled mixing with the crystal meth. Or could they have been shark fins? “Here we go,” Manetti said slowly pushing half the vial contents into him. Andy felt an increasing warm bath of joy. How wonderful his life was, how sexually strong his feeling was about Chuck, how good it was that Chuck guided him, protected him, even controlled him a little. Just this much of crystal was perfect. He held up a hand to Manetti saying as much. “Do the rest of it,” Chuck said coolly to Manetti. “Wait,” Andy said. Manetti smirked and emptied the remaining meth. Andy sucked in a breath through teeth-gritted. His eyes spun. He went from a smile to a grimace, back to a smile, then he lost all cognizance of where he was. “See,” said Brunswick, “you love it don’t you, baby? Daddy know best, doesn’t he?” “Ah, fuck, daddy,” stammered Andy, remembering Chuck was there, holding him. “Fuck, this is so good. Ah, fuck, fuck.” Chris put his hand under Andy’s towel and started stroking his small penis. Brunswick undraped Andy and told Chris to suck him. Chris did, with pleasure. Andy moaned on the bed wanting to get up, but Brunswick held him back. Unable to move, simply taking in all the sensation of his first major Tina rush, he ran his hands over Chris’ blond mop, humping his mouth. Brunswick toyed with Andy’s nipples, played with the boy like he was a life-size doll. Picked up his long, thin hand and sucked his fingers, bent over and put his tongue in his ear. "You like what daddy gives you? A cute, little teddy bear to suck your pretty little dick, a big bad wolf to shoot you up, and daddy who's finally going to get his big paw inside you tonight." "Fuck," said Andy barely aware of what Brunswick was saying, keenly aware of how good he felt, how good a cocksucker was deep-throating him, getting his pubes so wet and warm. Who was slipping a thin, wet finger across his silky crack? Who slid a finger against his velvety hole? Who wiggled its way inside? Andy wanted to slide down on this finger, and Brunswick released him. He slid down and wormed his way onto the finger that prodded against him. "Fuck," he cried as the finger passed inside him. As the drug pulsed through his body, lust encouraged him to push down on the finger so it would go in deeper. "Yeah, that's it baby. Let the whore finger fuck you." Chris continued playing with Andy's hole. Pushing in deeper, taking his finger out, licking two, tasting Andy's musky juice, slipping the two wet fingers back into his hole, twisting them slowly. He ran his tongue up the shaft, felt the treasure trail of black hairs that left his dark bush and swirled up to his belly. Chris kept going till his hands reached the few hairs that speckled Andy’s breast bone between his pec implants. Watching Chris work on Andy got Manetti aroused. His job done he pulled into the room's shadows and observed. Chris was getting the fucked up kid to squirm, adding in an occasional nasty sounding, yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers, yeah, that's it, let yourself enjoy it. Brunswick was also enjoy it, playing with himself, taking a swig of absinthe from the nightstand, putting it back, reaching forward and playing with Chris' nice eraser head nips. "Alright. Up on your knees boys. Stick your dick in Andy, boy." Andy slowly crawled onto all fours, with Chris sliding between his legs. Manetti came out of the shadows to hand Chris some lube. Chris covered his erection with thick, viscous grease and spread a little over Andy's hole. He rubbed his dick up and down Andy's crack. "You want this cock? Tell me you want it." "I want it. I want your cock," Andy responded breathlessly. "Good." He pushed Andy's shoulders down so his head was on the bed, then started pushing his cockhead into him. Andy sucked in air when Chris’ purple head first popped in. Chris pulled out a little then pushed back again. "That's it, take it in." Behind him, Chris felt Brunswick's large paw press him onto Andy's body. Chris fell on top of Andy's back and Brunswick spread his legs and pushed his cock into Chris' accepting hole. Chris was a lot looser than Andy and Brunswick quickly slid up to his root, hairy dark pubes rubbing against the boy’s hairless hole. A big beer can dick Brunswick had. Not long but meaty and thick. Chris jabbed Andy fiercely, and just as fiercely pushed his ass back on Brunswick. The three of them found a rhythm they could sustain. Andy stayed passive, letting Chris fuck him hard, emitting small cries of satisfaction with each slam. Chris reached around and jacked Andy's pecker till it got stiff. The young man’s pubes were like silk, and his felt him up, all that pubic hair he was denied. He squeezed and pulled on Andy’s balls, which Andy protested at first but then started enjoying it. Chris’ own balls swung in their heavy metal sleeve, smacking into Andy’s. "Baby, you got a great ass," Brunswick hoarsely whispered in Chris’ ear. "Ah, fuck, Sir. Your boy does too," Chris answered back. It was true. It was the first boy pussy he’d ever fucked, and its creaminess, on top of the dominance he felt over someone like never before, was getting him close to cumming. "Ung," Chris uttered, deep guttural expression of enjoyment each time he slammed into Andy ass. "Ung-ung-ung..." he repeated with every piston thrust of his hips. He was banging back and forth in the erotic sensation of simultaneously fucking a soft, tight hole with his long dick, and being fucked by a thick daddy cock banging into his ass. Part of his brain fantasized about the hairy bush he was backing into, Stacks Lightning. But it was the actual hard man he felt inside him, grunting, animal-like, lewdly talking in his ear. "How old are you anyway?" Chris grunted. "Bet my son’s age. You like daddy fucking you, son? Daddy wanted to fuck you for a long time." Not only did Chris grunt in the affirmative, the confession hinting of a secret desire for incest made him blow immediately, deep within Andy, pouring a steady stream of cum into the kid. Andy, too, felt Chris’ rhythmic climax and also came hard into Chris' fist. Loud and lewd, the boy’s stuttered over each other a smattering of oh fucks and oh shits, while they nutted. Brunswick disengaged frustrated quickly after, looked at Manetti sitting in a chair stoking his big Italian cock. "What?" Manetti protested. He could see Brunswick was irritated, that he was just getting started when the boys finished themselves off. Manetti argued, "They’re teenagers for fuck sake! They can't help it! They’d cum every fifteen minutes like coo coo clocks if you let him." "I expected him to keep it going for more than two minutes. We still have fifty-five minutes, right? Jesus Christ!" Chris wiped Andy’s cum on the bed. "I'm sorry, Sir. I won't cum so fast next time, but your boy’s cunt feels so good." Chris began rubbing two fingers over Andy's dripping hole. He wanted to immediately dive deeper. He was still fucking horny. "Boys, on you backs," barked Brunswick. "Chariot time." He pulled the ottoman from under Manetti's feet and positioned himself between the two boys who had their asses at the edge of the bed waiting. Manetti tried to make peace, and came over and spread grease over Brunswick's hands. The hand ready for Chris' hole Manetti applied a lot more grease to the actor's forearm. He made sure Brunswick understood the implications. Manetti applied two fingers of grease on both boy's holes and pushed it in, then spread some around inside their holes. Andy's hole, replete with short dark boy hair, felt incredible, but also puckered tight. Chris looked at Manetti with intense excitement and anticipation. Manetti held up a single finger as a warning. Chris pouted. Andy looked at Brunswick a little frightened, but excited in anticipation all the same. Brunswick stuck in two fingers in both boy's ass lips and twisted. Andy yelped while Chris moaned deeply. "Do a couple hits, boy,” Brunswick encouraged Andy. Manetti sat on the bed next to him, uncapped the bottle and fed it to the boy. Brunswick felt his hole loosen considerably so he slipped in a third finger. Chris had no problem with two fingers or the third that was incoming. He rocked his butt to take Brunswick’s fingers all the way to his knuckles in one go. Brunswick pushed in three fingers in each boy, easily slipping into Chris, not so easy with Andy. Chris reached over and stuck his tongue in Andy's mouth, surprising him with a passionate kiss. The poppers aroused Andy's lust. He liked kissing Chris in front of his mentor, started making out with Chris passionately, much to the pleasure of both Brunswick and Manetti. Chris whispered nastily, "Fuck yeah. Let your daddy fist us. Let daddy take our holes." Chris looked in the boy's deep blue eyes and saw lust building, as Brunswick added a fourth finger. Chris wiped some lube off his butt and stroked Andy's shriveled cock. It didn't get hard but it did get Andy to start pushing down on Brunswick's hand. Manetti let them share the poppers, each taking a hit, then another. Then both boys began desperately pushing their holes trying to take Brunswick's meaty paw. "That's it, son. Bear down on daddy. Look what a good job Chris is doing." Having Chuck Brunswick's hand inside him was his goal since he saw the lightning bolt suitcases outside the cabana. Chris swallowed his hand in one greedy gulp and let out a passionate cry of achievement. Both his hands flew above his head in passionate surrender, wallowing in the accomplishment, squeezing and releasing the monstrously large hand inside him. Brunswick kept twisting inside Chris' expanded hole, while he still toyed with opening up his boy. Brunswick's hand was bigger than Manetti's, but Manetti definitely possessed better technique. Manetti continuously checked in with his bottom, whereas Brunswick was thoughtless, mechanical. Chris didn't really care though. This is how he imagined Stacks Lightning would fist him: forceful, dispassionate, at times hurting him. It was something he wanted. After several minutes of twisting and re-lubing, and still not getting into Andy, Brunswick was about to give up on both of them. Chris saw his growing frustration. "Let Manetti get him open, Sir. He's got smaller hands," Chris said. With a single raise eyebrow, Manetti protested, and would have said something, but saw the kid was working an angle. Manetti gave Andy a once over, admiring the black pubes on such milky white skin. It got an easy rise out of Manetti, and he gave Brunswick a why-not look. Brunswick assented and turned his attention to Chris' malleable hole, while Manetti took his towel and wiped excess grease from Andy's butt. He knelt down and began lapping at the hole, swirled his tongue in circles, while Andy breathed through clench teeth, relishing the sensation of the man's rough beard and feathery tongue. Brunswick wasn’t into rimming, and since he’d been the one and only man he'd ever had sex with, the thought of someone low enough, someone as rough and criminal looking as Manetti, wanting to put his mouth on his shitter excited him. It was what he expected criminal would like to do. And, man, the feeling of a tongue licking his hole was beyond description. He relaxed and Manetti stuck his tongue inside the kid's rectum, licking the musky flavor of his hole. It drove the kid crazy. He pulled his cheeks apart so Manetti could dig deeper if he wanted. He wanted. Brunswick watched in fascination his boy's hole getting so professionally eaten. He looked at Chris and twisted his hand once more, balling up his fist, and pushing his arm further up Chris' hole. Chris took a hit of poppers and gritted his teeth and pushed his ass onto Brunswick large hairy arm. He went quite a distance on the first try but at a price. The man's knuckled brought him a lot of pain. He lowered his legs and placed them on Brunswick's muscular shoulders and gave them a slight push so his arm pulled out slightly, taking off some pressure. He took another hit and fell in a trace looking at the actor's face. The international spy, Stacks Lightning, had his arm inside his body. How fucking awesome was that? Not as awesome as it would be if he were piston fucking him. So he relaxed his legs on the man's shoulders and felt his mammoth fist slide deep within him. He rocked his feet off the spy's shoulders feeling him go in deep then come out. He kept up the motion seeing it pleased his hero. The more it did the harder he rocked. Chris had been the one in control, determining the rhythm by pushing his feet against Brunswick, but he could see Brunswick wanted to dominate, so he laid back on the bed and pulled his legs apart to show submission. It’s exactly what Brunswick wanted and immediately rose to the challenge. He pulled all the way out and then punched back in. Chris gave into his fantasy that the internationally famous undercover spy, Stacks Lightning, wanted to punch fist him. The spy could do no wrong; he would be this week’s willing bottom. Chris pulled his ass cheeks apart and let him pile drive in first one fist, then the other. He grunted like a swine with each punch, leaving dignity far behind, and snarled and snorted at Brunswick, nodding his head to punch him more and harder. Brunswick had the look of a drunk madman and pummeled the boy's ass mercilessly. If he was damaging the boy, he didn’t care. He allowed him to suck on his popper bottle for a moment, then began again to use the kid’s body as a punching bag. At one point, catching his breath from his battering, he witness Chris pushing out his internal organs. They popped through his hole, lips like a volcano rim with red lava oozing to the surface. What had been a small bloom earlier in the day, now grew to a soft-ball size mound of flesh pushing through. Brunswick used his towel to wipe it, then bent down and, for the first time, started chewing and sucking on Chris' small prolapse. Brunswick had never given in to such depravity, but the sight of this teenager with such a disgustingly obscene asshole, drove him to lick and nibble and kiss it, using his tongue to drive the boy to insanity. To Chris, nothing had ever felt like this. It was like being rimmed by twenty tongues. So many nerve endings were raw and exposed, stimulated all at the same time. If he even thought about jacking himself right now he'd shoot and hit the wall. He left his hard, purple-headed erection alone, and instead grabbed the head of auburn locks attached to his hole and push his rosebud harder against that mouth. The international spy's lips were locked, eating his shithole. How incredibly awesome was that? Not as awesome as the spy’s hand going back inside and starting to punch his organs again. They got into a long series of punching that lasted minutes or hours—time didn't registered. But suddenly his body did something it'd never done before. Brunswick’s fist stayed in the air ready to go back in but he was suspended in curiosity. Chris was convulsing. More than an orgasm that normally started in his balls and shot out of his dick, an earthquake rocked his entire core. He thundered in ecstasy as tremors uncontrollably took over his body. He rode it to what he thought was a finale, but a second, then a third aftershock quickly followed. There was a loud cry out of Andy at the same time. Chris glanced over at Manetti as his body shook. Manetti had just seduced the boy's hole with his hand, popping Andy’s fisting cherry. As he rested inside the kid, letting him get used to what a fist felt like, he said to Chris, "It's a body orgasm. It’s natural." In his old calming voice, he explained to him, "It’s your whole body orgasming not just your balls nutting. Ride it. Enjoy it." Chris spasmed several more times, calming down after a few more seismic quivers. "Oh, shit," Chris said getting up on his elbows looking at Brunswick. "What the fuck did you just do to me," Chris rasped. He sat up on the edge of the bed and, not being able to control himself, pressed his face against Brunswick and stuck his tongue down his idol's throat. He squeezed Brunswick’s cock, which was engorged and dripping. The man eyes were clouded with drink. He threw Chris on his back and stuck him like a pig. Chris squealed in contentment, letting him rut to his heart's satisfaction. He cast an eye over at Manetti, who was still holding silently inside Andy, but saw Manetti inching his cock ever closer to Andy's furry hole. Chris let Brunswick rock away inside him but gradually swung them both away from Manetti and Andy. He wanted all of Brunswick attention, and undulated madly under the man, distracting him with the seductiveness only his hole could provide. He rubbed the man's chest, running sensual fingers over his nipples, rising up to touch his mouth. He felt the bed give and saw Manetti pick Andy up off the bed. Manetti had swapped hand for dick, his mouth clamped onto Andy's mouth, rocking the kid in the air, pounding mercilessly into the boy like a sack of heavy grain. Andy fully surrender to Manetti, wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, and let him fuck him relentless standing by the door. Manetti’s butt clenched wildly. He was coming to a climax. Brunswick started to shift his head toward the standing pair, but Chris moved his head back and heaved himself forcefully on the man's cock. Brunswick still wanted to know what the noise by the door was. Chris took that moment to make him an offer, "Put your hand in me, Chuck, and jack off if you want." The actor refocused on Chris’ face, realizing this boy would let him do whatever he wanted it. Chris spied Manetti climaxing inside the boy, just as Brunswick slipped his entire hand inside Chris’s rectum and started whacking away. The perverseness of fisting and wanking inside an asshole got him to cum quickly. Only after he felt the final hard thrust of the actor’s fist inside him, then did he allow himself to beat off. It took no time at all; within second shot he shot his wad into Brunswick’s chin. A bead of semen clung to the famous mustache like white snot. Brunswick licked it off with a drunken smile. Brunswick slipped his hand and cock out of Chris, just as Manetti eased Andy softly back on the bed. Brunswick was none the wiser to what had just happened to Andy. Chris let the drunk man roll off him, away from Andy and Manetti, and just laid on his back squinting at the ceiling. "Fuck, baby, you are a real whore, aren’t you?" Brunswick said, closing his eyes. He reached over and pinched one of Chris' fat baby nipples. He licked his mustache once more and relaxed in post coital bliss. Chris brought his spread legs around and turned on his side to attend to Andy. Manetti had got what he wanted but just left the kid laying there in a state of shock. Andy looked dazed, staring at Manetti biohazard tattoo, leaking his toxic cum onto the bed sheets. Chris talked to him quietly in his ear. It was okay. It felt good, didn't it? He then bent down and started sucking Andy's small stiff cock while the young man kept staring at Manetti's belly. Chris slipped a single finger in Andy's hole and started pushing in Manetti's drippings. Within only a few moments Andy's body began to rock to the rhythm of Chris' mouth. Chris used more fingers to swab the sheets gathering more cum, and pushed more of Manetti into the kid’s receptive hole. There was plenty of Manetti’s spooge covering the bed, and Chris used all of it to get his small hand back inside Andy. The moment Chris’ fist entered Andy, Andy's head fell back and he shot a fountain of salty white cum into Chris' mouth. Chris hungrily swallowed every drop. Like milk was the kid's fresh cum. Fresh but not so pure. Brunswick was snoring lightly as they gathered their towels and masks to leave. Manetti opened the nightstand drawer and found a large black dildo the same size as his cock. He bent down, gave it to the kid and spoke quietly in his ear. He could see the kid was wide awake and horned out of his mind. "We got another call to make. Practice on this for the next hour, then come find me and I’ll give you the real deal.” He stuck his tongue in the kid’s open mouth. “You got one of the finest pussies I’ve ever had the privilege to fuck,” he said, with the nastiest grin on his face. Andy beamed, and laid there greasing the dildo, while Brunswick turned to his side to sleep the rest of the night away. ***

After all my topping lately, I was more than ready to take some cock in my ass. I hit bookstore on way home and quickly found a fella to help me out. He was maybe 30, average build, dark short hair, and a little cop stache. He was jerking his 7" cock and I walked right over and lowered my pants and bent over the nearest bench. He wasted no time in coming over and rubbing my ass, and fingering my pre-lubed hole. Once he felt that, he immediately aimed his cock and sunk right in. As he quietly and quickly fucked me raw, I jerked my cock and came fast. He continued fucking for another 5 minutes, and I loved it. Once he shot his nut in me, he backed out and left, and I decided to go as well as I got what I wanted. Now for a quiet Friday at home with a stranger's load in my ass.

Nice time earlier at ABS. I went into back room, the smell of poppers strong, and saw two guys fucking. Both looked to be in their 20's, skinny, but with some scruff on their faces so not complete twinks. I walked over to the one standing up fucking the other, who was bent over on a bench on his knees. He looked at me and smiled, so I came closer to check out the action. He was fucking the bottom's hairy ass with a modest 5" cock, wearing a rubber. I started rubbing the bottom's ass cheeks, and telling the top what a good job he was doing. I noticed bottom guy took another hit of poppers, so I reached down and felt the tops cock moving in and out. When he had backed up, I grabbed his hardon and looked at him and slid the condom off and threw it on the floor. Then I lined his cock back up to the hole and he resumed his fucking, this time raw. I leaned in to his ear and quietly told him to enjoy and empty his balls in that ass. His pace increased, and I kept coaching him on, telling him to nut in his whore. He must of liked that cuz he instantly started cumming, and I put my hand on his ass to make sure he stayed deep. The bottom was being quiet like a good boy all poppered up. Once he was done nutting, he tucked his cock away and made for the exit. I quickly took his place behind the bottom, and slowly pushed my cock into the cummy hole. Damn he was tight still, as my cock was a bit bigger than the last one. The bottom wriggled a bit, but I grabbed his hips and told him to just relax and hit his poppers. He did just that, and I told him how good it felt to fucked his cum hole, and what a big load the last guy gave him. I slow fucked him for about 10 minutes before nutting in him. I pulled out and wiped my cock on his ballsack and ass cheeks, and put my index finger in his hole just to feel my cum in there. I patted him on the ass and told him thanks, and left with him still ass up.

It's a bit sadistic of me, but I really enjoy pissing in an ass after I fuck it at the bookstore. Lots of married guys, there on the dl, have never even thought about a guy pissing inside them. They're not entirely sure what's happening until it's already done. The look on their face is priceless. I had one guy, once I nutted and pissed inside him, stand up and fasten his pants, then got a quizzical look on his face and I heard some serious wet farting noises. His dockers were visibly wet in the lower ass and back thigh area. The smell wasn't very appealing either. He made a quick exit, but I gotta say his visible humiliation made me hard again.

I find that a few of my friends are big safe-sex proselytizers but then in private (once I talk to their 'play-mates') it becomes apparent that they 'drop the safety net' and ride it raw. And I guess ONLY THEIR discretion is excused! And the same ones tend to be all judgmental to your face and quickly dog the one or other as 'TOO promiscuous' and use language like 'he is DIRTY'... or whatever... So to figure out 'whom I'm dealing with' I rattle the cage by talking about bareback sex and how 'HOT IT WOULD BE' with strangers at a bar or whatever, as though it is hypothetical, or bb-play based on PREP use... then you find the conversation develops into polarized camps. Some get all preachy and harp on that 'promiscuous sex is disgusting' or 'there are still ALL KINDS OF OTHER DISEASES'. Others however, your new BB-BROS pull you to the side and spill the beans of how they really feel. On a parallel tangent (the just BEING GAY part) I used to have a beefy, very sexy, cocky buddy who was in the Marines. He was always smiling and had a very outgoing personality and hid his sexuality very well from his Mormon parents and church. To 'play it off' he 'put on a show' PRETENDING he was receptive to amorous play with men and oddly, he became the most popular dude. Guys would want to sit with him on the plane, or who would have him as their tent mate or have him wear their dog-tags or whatever. In short, by 'stirring the pot' and by being colorful he got all the right attention and flew RIGHT UNDER THE RADAR of those who would disapprove and didn't catch on... I recall my best friend, a cop, always dogging his ex (my greatest sexual fantasy, as he is a shaggy-haired blonde, one of my fetishes) telling me 'he is DIRTY' and 'he does bareback with EVERYBODY as though it was a bad thing... (my man actually finally tagged his ass and bred him) My best (cop) friend's new Bf (until a couple years ago), his TWINK, would wait until he was in the house with either me or my man and then spill the beans on his antics. Wild stuff! Once when I told him: "You are such a slut!" He corrected me and said: "I'm no slut! I'm a CUM-DUMPSTER!" After I told him how hot I find all that he opened up about all his kinky secrets that went WAY BEYOND I have ever done... Yet he looked so innocent!

I was cruising BBRT last night when I received a message from a guy who was visiting town and was at a nearby hotel. No pics but he said he had a nice hard cock that needed a hole for release. I said why not and headed over. Once at hotel I knocked on door he let me in. The lights were off and the guy was wearing one of those German shepherd dog masks. Closing the door, he pushed me to my knees and skull-fucked my face. After some time he was rock hard and slick with my drool. He pulled me up pushed me over the edge of the bed, pulled my pants off and then roughly fingered my ass with some lube, after which he drove his big cock in balls-deep. Guess I made too much noise from the shock of the sudden invasion so he pulled out a ball gag from somewhere and soon I was gagged. He roughly plowed me for probably 30 minutes until I felt him unleash his load deep up my ass. He then pulled out made me clean his cock, I got dressed and left. Hope he comes back to town soon!

Accidentally cut off a section of this. As we walked into the living room, I could see that he was talking to three other guys, all in their early 20s. All of them were sitting watching porn, stroking their hard cocks. One was short and stocky, a hot bear with a beard, the other two were more twink-ish medium height and lean builds. As soon as I reached the sofa where they were sitting, I shucked my tank top and shorts and turned around, pushed the butt plug out with a plop and loads started to ooze out of my well fucked hole.
 
 “Fuck boys,” Dean said, this pig is loaded up already. One of the loads is from his DAD! “How many other loads you have in there, fag?”
 
 “Two,” I said. “Both from randos who fucked me in the bathroom at the mall."
 
 “That’s so fucking hot, piggy,” the bearish guy said, “I”m Eddie,” he said, and then took a huge hit off the glass pipe he was holding in his hand. He held it in his lungs for a long time and then leaned over to kiss me and passed the hit to me. “That's a shotgun. You’re gonna love them.”
 
 “Come on guys, let’s get this faggot FUCKED UP.” They each walked up to me with a glass pipe and made me do a huge hit and then shotgun it back and forth with them. By the time I had met the other guys, Jose and Chris, my head was spinning and my cunt was feeling even more greedy, if that was possible. I had to have their cocks. My cunt was on FIRE.

I've determined that my "type" is a guy with a hard cock that wants to breed my hole. I used to be picky, then realized I was missing out on so much cock and seed for my pighole!

As just a hole meant to take cock and cum it's not my place to say whether he's my type or not ... if he has a hard cock and wants to use me then it's my privilege to be used. It's totally anonymous with a lot of guys so even in a bookstore I often never see the cock sliding in and out of my ass and breeding me -- and that's the ultimate way like it.

... this story deserves to be brought back into circulation...

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? STOP OVER THINKING ABOUT THIS INVITATION. Either you really want to GO or DON'T. Whenever I have someone who doesn't go with the flow of thing's. They always are the problem. Chose yourself what's BEST for YOU! Outside options aren't valid because this is your invitation to having a wonderful time. Most HOST'S make an effort to make sure ALL OPTIONS are provided for. Especially if they do this by invitations ONLY. IT'S COMPLETELY THEIR OPINION that YOU'LL fit into their fantasy's. ENJOY! ?

Part XIII After finishing fucking me the two guys got up, thanked me and left the tent. I laid there too exhausted to move and fully satiated as I had ever been in my life. As I rested my mind was still in total turmoil, wondering what the hell I thought I was doing? I still could not, even after 3 days of being fucked silly, figure out why I was doing it. Why was I, never having had a gay thought in my life, all of a sudden just letting these guys fuck me and fill me full of their POZ cum like I was. I have a wife and had never even thought about cheating on her and now I was probably on my way to becoming, what? A poz cum dump or what? I just craved more and more for some reason. It felt so wonderful while it was happening but after, I was just in shock about it. I was laying there trying to figure out what the hell I needed to do now, when my bud came back in. He was followed by about 5 others and all had raging hardons. He just walked up to the table grabbed my ankles, climbed on the table, lifted my legs up and pile drove his cock into me without a word. In about 15 minutes he told me he was cumming again and then as he got up the others took me, also, one after another, with the final two grabbing me and both ramming their cocks in my now wide open hole at the same time and DPing me till they had cum also. I couldn't seem to stop and wanted more and more and soon more guys entered. By the time they were done I probably had two dozen loads in my hole at least. I finally sat up and could feel the cum running out of my sloppy, open hole. I put my hand down there and scooped some up and could see streaks of pin in it, so I knew I was torn up some, and I didn't seem to care and lapped it off of my fingers hungrily.

I wouldn't call it "molested." I call it "mentored"...and it was the best thing that ever happened to me! Even as a preteen, I instinctively knew I liked men (not even boys my own age), although I would have been unable to articulate my growing homosexuality at that point. I just knew i was strongly attracted to men, especially much older men. Then, at the dawn of my teen years, I began to overhear the whispered behind the hand stories that my dirtier-minded classmates giggled derisively at...the ones about "those" males...the guys who actually enjoyed sex with other men...the "queers," "faggots" and "cocksuckers." Strangely, hearing about these faggots excited me and made my young cock hard and, before long, I found myself longing to join their ranks! I became increasingly fascinated by men's cocks and really desiring to suck and lick and kiss a Cock. I knew how much pleasure I experienced when I masturbated and climaxed and thought of what a thrill it must be to give that kind of pleasure to another man! In a very short time, I found myself eagerly desiring to actually become a cocksucker and a pleasure-giver for men! So, when an elderly neighbor lady's sixty-something brother came to stay for a summer to help his sister in her convalescence after surgery, he recruited me to do yard work. It was long before we discovered that our homosexual desires were mutual and we became lovers! I gave myself completely to him with absolutely delighted abandon, and 1968 became my own personal "summer of love!" And our utterly passionate and uninhibited lovemaking was pleasure beyond my wildest fantasies! And, when he began sharing me with his mature, very horny friends, well...I just became the eager cock-hungry cumslut I had always dreamed of being! And I am grateful to those wonderful lovers to this day! ?

He looked me up and down, and licked his lips. "So, you still looking for some cock, bud?" He dropped himself into the reclining chair in my living room and grinned at me. I was a little shocked. I'd never been faced with a guy bigger than me, never realized that with this one I wasn't going to choose to have what he gave, but that he could take it whether I liked it or not. I nodded, and stammered a bit as I said "Yeah, I dropped a little molly and now 'm feeling like some fun." I laughed a little self consciously, "what can I say, molly makes me slutty". He looked at me silently for a few seconds, and then said, abruptly, "C,mere then, slutty, and show me why I should stick around...", He leaned back in the recliner, reached down and undid his belt, opened his fly, and slipped his jeans down. I gasped as his cock sprang out. It was bigger than it looked in the pics. Thicker too, an upward curving, thick prow of a thing, it was as big as long as my wife's forearm, and thicker than her wrist. It bobbed a bit as he pushed his pants down a little further. I took a step towards him, and dropped to my knees. Leaning forward, I felt his hands on the back of my head as I opened my mouth. He pulled me in as I opened wide, and the head slipped between my lips as he twisted his hands to angle my throat. Expertly rolling his hips, he was at my tonsils before I could blink. I would have gasped, but there was no way air was getting in or out of my lungs until he let go. I blinked, he pushed again. I gagged, he pushed harder, and suddenly he was past and his flat belly was against my nose. Ten inches of cock was literally filling my throat, his hands holding me in position, and I heard him groan distantly as he pulsed. Suddenly I realized what was happening. He had taken my throat in the first ten seconds, and now that pulsing was a load. He was cumming already, straight into my belly. Fuck. So much for my plans. Bitterly I began to pull back from his cock, when his hands clenched and he pulled me back down. His fingers dug into my jaw as I began to struggle, starting to feel the need to breathe. I pulled back harder, to no avail. I grunted, unable to complain, and tried to pull away. My heart was pounding, my lungs aching, I needed air! I began to struggle, to thrash around, but he had me securely. His fingers locked in my jaw, I couldn't even bite down, and as blackness began to close in from the edges my vision I realized two things. First, that I was about to black out, choked out by cock. Secondly, that I was myself as hard as rock...

absorb. For me a guys cum (or anything he leaves in me for that matter), represents a part of him, his greatest pleasure. I want to absorb and keep that as long as I can.

4. I lifted my head up a bit to see what was happening. Crystal-dazed, it took Eli a moment to realize it was his turn. He leaned up in the bed and grabbed a towel to wipe off his hands. He took the glass pipe off the bedtable, examined it closely, and then frowned. "Needs more," he said, and grabbed one of the bags of tina. He carefully stuck the stem of the pipe into the bag, scooped up some of the crystals and tapped them into the bowl of the pipe. He repeated these actions several times, finally filling the bowl of the pipe with the tina. Eventually he was happy, and put the bag back on the bed table. Eli swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and grabbed the torch. I watched as he melted the crystals. I wondered what he was thinking. Javi was dividing his attention between Eli and the TV screen. On screen, I knew that the scene had shifted, and the bottom was now getting fucked by one of the tops. Javi was clearly getting inspired by the porn, and got on the bed, kneeling down between my legs. He spread them wide, exposing my hole to the cool air. "Want a hit?" Eli asked Javi, indicating the crystal-filled pipe. Javi nodded, and Eli handed him the pipe and torch. Javi did a hit, and held it as he returned the tools of the trade to Eli. "Fuck," Javi said, exhaling a thick cloud that fell slowlyto the ground. "Good shit, isn't it?" Eli said. "Our friend Matt here doesn't skimp." He was standing in front of me, his cock hanging heavy in front of my face. I knew it would be just minutes until my mouth was stretched wide around it. "Your turn, Matt." He bent over me, and stuck the stem of the pipe in my mouth. "Suck on this glass cock, and then I'll feed you a real cock," he said, as he held the torch under the pipe. "And none of those pussy hits you've been doing." I sucked on the pipe. Eli had loaded the pipe up well, and it was easy to fill my lungs with the cloud. After draining the bowl a few times, I nodded, but he just smiled and said, "Three more, Matt. And then hold it for me." I did as I was told, inhaling deeply from the pipe three more times, before mercifully, Eli pulled it away from me. My lungs were full. "My turn," he said. He turned around, facing the TV, letting me get a good view of his butt. It was just as muscular as the rest of him, a perfect sculpture carved out of dark ebony. "Blow it up my hole, Matt," he said. I lowered my head, pressing my face into his crack. He assisted by taking a short step back, which pushed his ass right into my face. His butt was just as muscular as it looked, and I had to grab it with my hands to separate the meaty cheeks. Nestled between the cheeks, surrounded by a spray of hair, was his hole. I started to lick around his hole, tasting the last bit of soap from his shower and some sweat. "Fuck yeah," Eli said, as my tongue flicked across his hole. He lit up the torch. "This is the life. Getting my ass kissed by a white gym rat and partying with my bro, Javi." Javier laughed, and I felt him spread my legs further apart, exposing my vulnerable hole to him. "Feel free to blow it up there, Matt," Eli said, as he flicked the torch and started to suck on the pipe. I exhaled, trying to get the smoke into Eli's hole. I did an only adequate job of blowing it up Eli's hole, but as the last of the cloud escaped my lungs, Javier grunted in approval. "Finally, Matt. You did a real man's hit." It didn't take long for that fresh hit of crystal to hit me. It made me feel good. It felt right to be on my back in my own bed, my face deep in Eli's ass and my tongue probing and penetrating his ass. He was forcing his ass against me, getting my tongue even deeper in his hole. I didn't care what this looked like any more. All I wanted was to make him feel good, feel like a man, and if that required me licking his butt, I was more than happy to do it. I could only imagine what his life in prison was like. These pleasures seemed like a small reward for the time he had spent behind bars. It wasn't even a reward, strictly speaking. I knew in my heart that these things: drugs, sex, my submission, were things Eli deserved. He deserved for me to be licking his ass, for me to be making him feel so good, and for me to be getting his cock hard. Eventually, I'd let him penetrate me, first my mouth and then my ass. He'd and use me for his pleasure, and no matter how aggressive or forceful he was, I'd take it. He knew that. Javi knew that. They knew it was my role for the day, to be something the two men used for their pleasure. As I rimmed Eli, he did another hit off the pipe. I wondered how much he had been able to party while in prison. As well, I wondered how much a guy of his size would need to get a good tweak going. I didn't really care; I knew if I ran out of tina, more was just a simple phone call away. I'd buy as much as he wanted. I wanted him to be as high as he wanted. When he exahled the hit, he relaxed a bit, lowering his ass a bit further onto my face. I responded by forcing my tongue deeper into his hole. I was enjoying this. I knew that each minute my tongue was up his ass was a minute where his cock wasn't stretching out my throat. But, as intimate and close as the rimjob was, I knew I'd eventually have to take his cock, anyway he wanted to give it to me. "Ready for the real thing, Matt?" Eli finally said. He stepped back, and turned around. His cock was hard now. It was big enough that even hard, it couldn't stand up straight, but hung down, the fat head just barely touching my lips. "Time for you to swallow it all." I opened my mouth wide, preparing myself for him to enter. "Think he can take it all?" Javi asked. "I know he will. He doesn't have a choice." Eli leaned in just a hair, but more than enough to steer his cockhead into my mouth. There was a tiny bead of pre-cum at the tip. I licked it up eagerly. His shaft was still wet from the lube. I didn't mind it at all, since I knew the lube would make it that much easier for him to slide into my throat. "You'll want this," Javi said, and pressed the poppers into my hand. Eli pulled his cock back just enough for me to do a hit. I inhaled deeply, I needed all the help I could just to take Eli's cock. "That's an ok start," Javi continued. I did another deep hit, then handed the bottle back to Javi. "Give it to Eli," Javi said, refusing the bottle. Reluctantly, I reached up and handed the poppers to Eli. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to be doing them while I was still getting used to his cock in my mouth. But Javi's tone made it clear I had no choice. "Right on," Eli said. "Let's get this started." He leaned in again, his cockhead brushing up against my lips. I opened my mouth, and his dick entered me. Even though I had been on my knees worhsipping him earlier in the morning, this was the first time all over again. It wasn't so much the physical challenges of Eli's thick cock in my mouth, but the mental effort required to understand my new position and my new role. I had a black man's cock in my mouth. A huge black cock, and I was hardly fighting it as it pentrated deeper; Eli didn't wait to press up against the back of my throat. I gave up the last resistance to penetration; I found myself craning my neck to get another millimeter or two of Eli's shaft inside of me. "Hungry, aren't you?" Eli asked me. He did another hit from the poppers. "Ready for more?" he asked me. He was asking me if he could push past the back of my mouth and into my throat. I could tell this was transitioning from a blow job to a face fuck, and I found myself wanting that change. I wanted to make Eli happy. Allowing him unfettered access to my throat was the smallest thing I could do. I nodded, and Eli pushed his hips forward. I swallowed slightly, and his beer-can cock entered my throat. Immediately, I was choking, my gag reflex kicking in hard as his massive tool blocked my throat. "Just relax, Matt" Eli said. "Your throat feels fucking awesome." I concentrated on his cock, forcing my rising panic to subside. It wasn't easy, but the initial terror passed, and I began to feel a faint glimmer of pleasure in his thick hardness dominating my body. As Eli forced another inch of his cock into my mouth, he ran a finger down my cheek and along my throat. "Fuck Eli, you can see his throat stretch," Javi said. His hand still on my throat, Eli traced out the bulge from where his pole was. His casual touch me feel very small. I was turning into little more than a hole Eli was using. I wondered if he would have been just as happy with a sex doll. But even if I was his first available hole, he had still picked me. His cock was in my throat, he was hard as a rock, and it was my body he was using to get off. "Like that, huh," Eli said. Javi batted my cock, which, despite the tina, had started to get hard. I realized I liked this role, a plaything for these hot black and latino men. "Want more?" Eli asked. Without thinking, I nodded yes. I wanted all of Eli's cock inside me, even if I was going to have to fight against my own gag reflex. "Right on," Eli said, and another inch of his shaft slid in. My throat was stretched wide, and now, I couldn't even breath. But it didn't matter. What mattered was this dominant black man getting his cock serviced. And for me to do it without complaining. Another inch of dark meat slid into me and I repeated the now familiar process of fighting back the urge to gag. "Almost there," Eli said. "Just another bit, and you'll have swallowed the whole thing." He did another hit of poppers. I badly wanted one as well, but my position made inhaling from the bottle impossible: Eli's balls were slapping against my nose, and my mouth was filled with his cock. In a slow, relentless grind, he pressed the last of his dick into me. His thick pubic hair was on my chin, his balls now resting against my nose, and his cockhead felt like it was right in my stomach. "I didn't think he could do it," Javi said. He had stopped playing with my cock, and was now starting to finger my hole. It wasn't going to be long before my other hole was going to be penetrated and filled. "I knew he could," Eli said. As they nonchalantly talked about me, all I could think of was getting this thing, this beast, out of my throat and getting some fresh air. I did my best to relax, to gently nurse Eli's cock, and let him know I was here for whatever he wanted, no matter how it made me feel. "Need some air, Matt?" Eli asked, noticing my discomfort. I nodded eagerly. It seemed like years since I had last had a breath. "And I bet you need another hit off the pipe as well," he continued as he started to pull his cock out of my mouth. The entry had been difficult, but it was easy compared to him pulling out. I could feel each inch of his cockhead as it rubbed against my throat. The flare on his head acted like a squeegee, wiping up any saliva that might have lubricated its passage. This blow job was only going to get worse from here on out. When it was just Eli's cockhead in my mouth, I could finally breathe. I inhaled deep breaths through my nose and I opened up my mouth as wide as I could. He pulled the last of his cock out. My throat had managed to get him a little harder; his shaft was now sticking out straight in front of him, not hanging down as before. "Nice job Matt. Get me hard, and there weren't any accidents with your teeth," Eli said. It was a bit sad that his small compliment made me happier than I had been the entire morning. "Want the pipe?" Javier asked Eli, leaning over to grab it off the bedtable. "Sure. And I bet you're up for a hit as well?" "Right on," Javier said. I leaned up enough to see him starting to heat up the bowl. "I'm itching to get inside him," he said. As the white fog began to escape from the top of the pipe, I knew he was talking about my ass. Strangely, I was looking forward to these men penetrating me. I was in an exceptionally good mood and felt open to just about anything. "Perfect bro," Eli said. "You've done a great job of opening him up for me." Javier finished sucking on the pipe, and handed it to me. It was still hot and smoking, so I took a few puffs before the bowl cooled down. "That's not a hit, Matt," Eli said. I exhaled; it seemed like a decent sized hit to me. But Javier just shook his head as he exhaled: the smoke surrounded his head completely. "Let's try this again," Javier said. As he spoke, he grabbed my legs, rolling me up a bit. He leaned in, and buried his face in my ass. His tongue flicked across my hole, teasing me and opening me up. "Fuck, that's good," he said slightly muffled, his head buried in my crack. I examined the pipe. There was still a big pool of crystal, so I lit the torch, melted it, and took a long hit. As I sucked on the pipe, Javier's tongue explored more of my hole and got ever deeper inside me. I squirmed a bit, trying to get more of Javi's tongue in my hole, while trying to manage the smoking glass cock and torch. "Whoa there, cowboy," Eli said. He put a hand on my shoulder, and pressed down to keep me in place. "You're gonna get more dick than you can handle soon enough. Just relax for now." Unable to get any more of the crystal, I let the torch go out, and passed the pipe to Eli. "Hold it," Eli said, as he sucked on the last bit from my hit. "And open your mouth for me." My lungs were full of smoke, but I was able to open my mouth enough for Eli's cockhead to slide in. He exhaled, then immediately did another hit. "Ready?" he asked me. I nodded and he pressed his cock into my mouth. The head first pressed against the back of my throat, then slid all the way in. This time I didn't gag. The tina had finally overwhelmed my desires and all I wanted were both of these men inside me. I was enjoying Javi rimming me, but now I wanted his cock. I knew it would be so easy and quick for him to enter me: slide a condom over his cock, smear a bit of lube, and he'd be in deep before I realized it. And I wanted all of Eli's cock back in my throat. I knew I'd have a wicked sore throat in the morning, but it was something I badly wanted. Tomorrow, I'd endure it as a badge of courage and maybe even find a way to enjoy it. "Slides right in," Eli said. Once more, all I could see were his heavy balls and some of his ass. Even so, I could hear the pleasure in his voice. This was what he wanted: his brain bathed in crystal, his cock hard and buried inside of me, and his friend opening up my ass for his use. "Ready for more?" Javi asked me, taking a brief break from licking my asshole. I immediately knew what he meant, and I knew I was ready for it. More than just ready, I needed it. I needed a hard cock to brutally fuck my hole. "Oh, I'm sure he is," Eli said, answering for me. "But his mouth is full right now. And he can stop holding that hit whenever you're ready. But the longer, the better." Eli pulled his cock out just enough for me to be able to breathe again. I took the opportunity to exhale. I was surprised at the size of the hit; the smoke engulfed my head, and slowly drifted down to the ground. "Not bad, Matt," Eli said, also impressed by the hit I had done. My mouth no longer full, I took the opporunity to speak, "There are condoms in the bedtable," I said. Then Eli stuffed his cock back in my mouth. "Great," Javier said. Before I could say anything else or even get one last breath, Eli pressed his cock back into my throat. This felt amazing; a thick, hard cock in my throat and a warm tongue right against my hole. I forced myself not to gag, thinking about the pleasure Eli must be feeling, being able to dominate me so completely. Unfortunately, Javier stopped licking my ass, which made it harder to ignore Eli's shaft pressing into me, blocking my ability to breathe. Javi pulled open the drawer, and I could hear him looking around in the drawer. "You got any Magnums?" he asked me. "I hate these regular rubbers." Still impaled on Eli's shaft, I couldn't answer him immediately. I heard him rummaging through the drawer, and I wondered what else I had in there. "Just pull out before you cum," Eli said. "Matt'll be cool with that." I heard what Eli said, but it never got through my brain. I had a massive black cock deep in my throat, and my ass was itching. All I could think about was pleasure: my pleasure in getting fucked, Eli and Javier's pleasure in using me. All I wanted was to have fun: to get my face and ass fucked hard, to let these men get off using my body for their pleasure. A condom seemed so unimportant in the moment, compared to the critical pleasures that I needed to give and get. "Yeah," I said, as best I could sucking off Eli. "Just pull out." I doubt they could understand what I was saying. But, it didn't matter. Javier had found something in the drawer. "Is this lube? Or G?" he asked. I knew what it was. It was a small vial of clear liquid hiding in the back of the drawer. I had noticed the G looking for the Viagra, but thought neither of them would be interested in it.

I woke up horny and snuck outta bed. turned grindr on and started looking. Immediately a boy answered with a hot pic of him pushing out his ass. we traded pics and he told me he wanted my cock bad. I told him he'd have to host, but he said he lived with his parents. I convinced him to sneak me in and he agreed after seeing a few more cock pics. he opened the door wearing a tight tshirt and trunk underwear. He was 5'2 slim stud like latin boy. from the minute he closed the door to his lil boy bed room we couldn't stop kissing. his lips were amazing and his body even more so. we rolled around kissing and stripping each others clothes off. I began pulling out all the stops sucking up and down his body, finding out all the spots that made his toes curl and eyes roll back. I kissed down his legs and even sucked on his toes which he had to muffle his moans with a pillow cuz it was driving him over the edge Then i turned him over and told him to push his ass out. He jumped for it spread his ass for me. Such a willing baby boy. I began eating him out deep and crazy. his ass was perfectly clean and his hole was so tite and pink it was perfect. He was losing it with my tongue in his hole, but i wanted more. I slapped my cock on his crack, and he looked over this shoulder at me saying he didn't think he could take it. that maybe we should just jack off. I lined up my cock head on his hole and began massaging a spot on his hips i'd figured out earlier which made his head roll back. i dropped some spit on his crack and began lubing up my cock. and pushed the head on his hole. He was right he was super tite, he was clenching scared of my cock. "I'm not gonna have an ass left" he finally said. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and began kissing him slow and passionately, he was so beautiful. "Focus on my hands" I told him and I ran them all over the map I made of his body earlier. his head rolled back we kissed and I licked him up and down his neck and lower ear my hands moving from his hips to dick to balls to nips up his arms and down his thighs, and his ass relaxed only a bit, which let the tip of my head push in his hole. He went rigid. Then felt the pressure and relaxed again. A 1/4 of an inch of my head pushed up and he moaned again and then went back to focus on my hands. "Relax baby boy" I coaxed him and he moaned more and relaxed his hole and my whole head popped in and his whole body reacted. I'd never seen a reaction like this before. He fell forward and just rotated his hips on the head of my cock. "Oh my god" He moaned and he began fucking himself only on the head of my cock. Then just when i was gonna try pushing deeper he jumped off turned around and began sucking it deep and hard giving me an amazingly deepthroat. I moaned and went to grab his head to fuck his face. and he turned around pushed his ass on my cock again fucking himself on the head. This went on for a little while, and finally he stopped and began making out with me for a while saying this had been his fantasy for sometime and he was loving my big cock. "love if all the way babe" I said "I can't take that" was his automatic reply, "no way" I convinced him to let me rim him somemore and walked him through pushing out his ass like he was taking cock. Within seconds he was holding his sexy cheeks apart and pushing his hole begging me to go deeper and deeper in his hole with my tongue while i lubed up my dick. I slapped my dick again on his hole, and he kept his ass spread as i pushed the head in and he moaned trying to get into positiong to control the fuck but i pulled him to me grabbed his balls in my hand and pulled a little. rubbing them. Instantly his attempt at clenching stopped he relaxed completely and my dick slid in a good 3 inches. he freaked out and tried to move foward but i held him and touched him and he relaxed letting me pump him. deeper and deeper and deeper till my balls were slapping his ass his mouth was wide open and the only word were yes yes yes and omg. My dick was the hardest i'd felt in a while and i wasn't sure i was gonna cum but the boy didn't seem to mind. soon he was in doggy style impaling himself on my cock . We flipped different positions and he moaned with each turn of my cock in him. Neither of us were concerned about cumming and it felt like we would never get close we just kept fucking and fucking and fucking Till finally when i had his legs in the air and was fucking him deep he grabbed my hands and said he felt like he was gonna cum. I picked up speed and his eyes rolled. I knew I was hitting the spot everytime I pounded his face of eurphoria and chills went over him and he looked at me holding my hands feelign the sensation of about to cum in his dick without even touching himself. I kept speeding up and fucking harder now without mercy trying to slam the cum out of him but after about two minutes of the sensation he couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed his dick, and after two pumps he shot a load it sprayed all over himself and he couldn't stop cumming it seemed his ass gripped me and tugged my cock but only barely got me close I pulled out and before i could do anymore the boy jumped his mouth on my dick and sucked. I ended up jacking off into his mouth and he swallowed. We made out for abotu another hour and had sex one more time, and shit i thought i was in love. But after i left home, he stopped returning my messages. Probably the most amazing fuck I'd had in my life, I shit hope it was for him too. He had told me before i left, that it had been his first.