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Part 2 I then asked, “Don’t we have a party to get to?” Dante answered, “Fuck yeah, but I need to make a stop at my place to get more ‘supplies’.” Dante We pulled up to my crib and I pulled into my garage. After turning the engine off I quick shut the garage door and invited Chris inside while I prepare ‘supplies’ I was going to take to the party. He went to put his shirt back on when I stopped him, “I sure you’re still hot from the T for smoked cause I know I am, besides you got a nice bod, you should show it off.” As usual there were a few members of my crew there are their bitches. Although I am gay, most of my crew is straight. I introduced Chris to all that were in my crib especially my two gay boys. As Chris was busy with two of the gay boys in my crew, one of them asked, “Hey boss is he?” I answered, “He is, he just don’t know if yet. Nothing like a little Tina and Gina to bring the gay out in a gay boy in denial. Can you fix him a drink and make sure he’s got a well packed pipe while I get things prepared.” I let Chris know, “These boys are going to keep you entertained while I'm getting things ready” as I headed to my bedroom Chris was already given the G laced drink and was escorted into the living room. I headed out you the pool house to get things ready once Chris was tweaking on Tina and strong in the hold of Gina. Chris Dante left me with a few of the guys hanging out at his place. I had my drink in hand, a pipe sitting on the table, with a torch. I didn’t hesitate as I sipped my drink I began to smoke the pipe. As I quickly was nearly the end of my drink I continued to smoke the pipe and noticed that two of Date's guys were with this girl that was apparently there for the drugs. One of the guys was black and clearly in charge and the other was white guy and clearly the follower. They were but working this petite Hispanic girl over right there in the presence of myself and the two guys sitting with me. As I watched the Hispanic girl get fucked, I looked up at the 50” TV which had gay porn playing. I had never seen anything like this before and couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. That was until I noticed the two guys that had been sitting with were half naked, making out. Between the porn on the TV and the guys progressively getting into it next to me I was feeling incredibly horny. As the Hispanic girl was getting pounded by the black dude while the white dude was getting his dick, a nice dick actually, sucked. I looked over at the two dudes next to me to see the one guy sitting in the other guy’s lap as they faced each other still kissing. They were both half naked (from the waist down) as I watched a hard cock push into the one guy's ass. I could hear him moan as the hard cock pushed an the way inside. I was so memorized I didn’t notice it when Dante sat beside me on the couch, grabbed the pipe from me and lit up telling me to finish my drink. I gulped what was left in the glass, just less than half the glass. Dante told me we were going to shotgun this hit just before he started to suck in the smoke as it built up in the bowl. Dante I entered the pool house to find it in the condition I expect it to be left in, clean and ready for use. Three wrist and ankle restrains were I place, I prepare several points, had the tourniquet, alcohol preps and cotton balls ready. I had plenty off Gatorade with GHB already added. I checked the hidden cameras to be sure to record all the action especially when I get Chris to ask for his slam, when he begs me to fuck him and finally when he asks me to breed him. When finally had the pool house prepared when the necessary essential that were sure to not only bring the gay out of this boy, help him realize and accept his real self and hopefully cement him as my fuck toy it was time to head back inside and see what condition Chris was in after spending time with my crew. I walked back into the house to find my two straight boys spit roasting this Hispanic chick while my two gay boys were fucking on the couch right next to Chris who kept shifting his eyes from the gay porn on the TV with the action going on next to him all the time rubbing his free hand on a very clear hard cock. It was clearly evident to me that he had no interest in the fucking going with the Hispanic chick. Chris didn’t notice my rejoining him until I grabbed the pipe out of his hand. I noticed he had almost half of his drink left. I told him to finish his drink which he drank down in nearly one gulp. I started to heat the Tina in the bowl telling Chris that we were going to shotgun the next hit. Chris was still shifting his eyes between the TV, the fucking going on right behind me, and my actions with the pipe. I sucked in as much smoke as I could, leaned over to Chris who leaned towards me causing our lips to meet sealing them together. Chris began to breathe in before I had the chance to exhale the vast amount of Tina I had sucked into my lungs. Chris stopped once his lungs were filled with the Tina I had expelled from my body. Although Chris had finished inhaling he didn’t make an effort to pull away from our lip lock. I made no effort to make more of this simple kiss then what it was presently. Chris surprised me when I sensed he was about to blow the smoke back into my waiting mouth. I quickly accepted his offering breathing down what Tina remained. This time I decided it was time to push things a little further. I flicked my tongue ever so gently so that it quickly brushed against his lips. Chris broke off or lip lock causing me to think he needed more T and/or G. He took the pipe from my hand while checking the noisy fuck behind my back proclaiming we do another shotgun. Once he had sucked in all the smoke he could we once again sealed our mouths when each other and I accepted the smoke from Chris. This time after I had taken in all of his Tina smoke he surprised me by letting his tongue gaze against my lips. After Chris you the Tina smoke back from me we began to kiss. Our tongues freely explored each others mouths. From the sound my gay boys were making I knew they were getting close to climaxing. As we continued to kiss I could hear them talking about breeding. The bottom for asking the top, “You gonna breed my ass?” The top was responding with, “Fuck yeah I’m gonna breed your tight ass when my dirty seed bro. You ready to get knocked up? You want me to get you pregnant?” The bottom began to yell out, “YES! FUCK YES! GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY LOAD! GET ME FUCKING PREGNANT” The top stud screamed out “FUCK” as he could clearly seen in pure ecstasy as he unloaded deep inside the bottoms ass. As I had hoped all this action when the T & G fueling his brain was taking him where he needed to be tonight. I pushed things a little further when I moved my hand to his hard cock freeing his hand which instinctively found my hard cock. We continued to kiss as the gay boys moved from the couch to the floor flipping so the let could get a good fuck and load. I pulled my mouth from his allowing me to pay attention to his neck and ears. As I gently pushed him down towards my crotch. It didn’t the much before his mouth found the tip of my cock. While rubbing the back of his head and neck I used my other hand to pop open my cargo shorts which would allow better access to my cock if Chris wanted more of my poz cock. Chris hesitated for a brief second before pulling it free and licking the tip then licking the shaft. It was time to plant seeds in his drugged up brain. I asked him, “You liking that black cock?” The only response he gave as he started to take the head of my cock into his mouth was a ‘yes’ nod. While Chris had his head I my lap I reached over and loosened his jeans allowing me access to his ass. I quickly found his hole and began to play with it eliciting a quiet moan. With attention on my cock I worked to slip a small shard of Tina into his unsuspecting ass. I continued to rub his head and continued, “How’d you like to become part of my crew? I would really like to have you hanging around when you’re able. I know how parents can be filling your head with what’s expected of you. You are starting to discover your true self, who you want are and I know you’re enjoying the real Chris.” Chris’s silence along with his efforts on my 9 poz cock which by now was hard as steel and supplying Chris an ample supply of my poz pre-cum. An affirming moan escaped aims my cock as Chris doubled his efforts at getting more of his cock into his mouth. Understanding his desire and hunger I applied a little pressure to the back of his head as his throat slipped into his throat. I could sense a feeling of accomplishment from Chris as his throat began to massage my cock as it was lodged in his throat. I allowed him to pull off and some for needed air before he moved back down getting even more of my cock into his throat. This not was hungry and ready. I reaffirmed my desire to have him in my crew. He was to become my personal fuck toy, and with continued work on his oral skills he’d become me hell of a cock sucker. He’d service only me and maybe select friend and business associates. I was fairly sure the wheels were spinning in the drugged up boys brain as he was trying to comprehend all that was going on, just the way I had intended the night to go for him. As Chris continued to work his mouth and throat on my cock I let my soon you be fuck toy know, “You don't have to worry, your responsibility will be to me and only me. I have no intention in having you sell or transport the drugs I sell. The only thing I want from you is the pleasure of your mouth and ass. If you agree up this we’re going to go out to the pool house. Once inside this is what you’re you say and do you show me you accept all that I will give you and become what you were meant to be.” Chris I couldn’t completely understand what was happening to me. All I knew was that I had a growing desire to get as much of Dante’s cock inside my mouth and, with Dante’s help, into my throat. I will had a picture of the two guys that fucked I the couch next to us that were now I the floor continuing there fucking. I tried to concentrate I what Dante was asking and telling me about becoming part of his crew. The thought of that excited and stimulated me on ways I couldn’t understand. A chock part of me was scared at the idea, a bigger part of my brain was excited at the new found freedom I was discovering with Dante. He repeated what I was to say and do once we were I the pool house having me repeat it all back to him before we were to head out to the pool house. As we rose from the couch both of us lost our shorts leaving Dante completely naked and me in a pair a bright blue Andrew Christian boxer briefs. Dante made a comment on how nice my ass looked in them as he led me out the patio door. The first thing I notice was the pool with a jacuzzi on the side near what appeared to be the pool house. I guess I was staring at the water when Dante told me, “We’ll most likely take a dip in the pool later when we need a break” just as we were walking through the door to the pool house. Dante leaned when you kiss me on the lips signaling me to start. I immediately began, “Dante, I want to be part of your crew. Please slam me, then fuck my virgin ass. Please knock me up, give me your DNA and mark me as yours.” We kissed some more as he helped me climb into the sling, helping me get my feet I the stirrups and making sure my ass was right were he wanted it to be to give him to access. I was expecting him to slam me, what ever a slam is, but was caught surprisingly off guard when he got between my legs and began to lick my ass sending waves of pleasure ran through my body. This new simulation was driving me crazy that the only thing that was in my brain was to repeat what Dante asked me to say earlier. Dante was getting my hole hot and wet as he began to occasionally slip a finger inside as he worked to open me up for me big black cock. Suddenly I felt him push a rough object inside my ass as he commented, “Damn boy, none got a nice hole here, nice and hungry I bet. I’ve got three fingers inside you and your hole is trying to suck my hand issue. Don’t worry, I like a nice, tight ass.” I felt an incredible emptiness when Dante pulled his fingers from inside me. He moved to my left side where place a strap around my upper arm as he used an alcohol pad to rub a spot, before he picked up an orange capped syringe telling me, “If you think your ass is hungry and feeling empty now, it’s about to be even more hungry then you ever thought possible. All your going to want to do is concentrate on that hole and the pleasure you will be giving me which will bring pleasure to you.” I remained perfectly still without having to me to do so as I felt a sight pinch when Dante slipped the needle into my vein. He pulled the plunger slightly back getting a little bit of my blood I the barrel before he began to slowly empty the entire clear liquid into my body. He told me a little of what to expect as he snapped the quick release strap causing the strap to fall from my arm and, as Dante had told me, I began a strong caughing fit.

Part 14 　 Hank and I had just got to the top of the stairs when my doorbell rang. I immediately went back down and looking through the peep hole, saw one of his buddies that I had just watched that afternoon fucking, standing there. I was still naked but opened the door a crack to see what he wanted. He asked if I knew where Hank had disappeared to? Before I could answer, Hank, who had followed me down, reached out and opened the door all the way. I jumped back but the guy just kind of smiled and gave me the once over from top to bottom and then turned to Hank. He told Hank that he and his buddy had to get going and had just wondered what happened to him. He then said, "looks like you found something to occupy your time, though." Hank said, "I just came over to borrow the shower since you two were busy and I didn't want to disturb you." At my angle I could not see the wink Hank gave his buddy. His buddy just smiled more and said, "well, we have to get going. Let us know how things are going. See you next time." Hank said, "you two should stop by next Friday night and maybe we will have a convo party then" The guy then laughed and said, "sounds like fun, we probably would love to stop by for that." With that he turned and left. Hank closed the door and turned back to me. He said, "well, my place is empty now, so I think I will let you take your shower and go home now and use mine. Take care and thanks for a nice time. Maybe we can do it again real soon?" It had been two fantastic bjs, but did I really want another one? Maybe, if I could not get laid sooner, I would have to think about it and see then. I went upstairs to take my shower then. I could still feel the wetness of Hank's cum on my ass and legs. He must have really dumped a load for sure. I let the water run over me, refreshing me and enjoying the sensation of the hot water and soap. I felt invigorated more as I washed up. I washed off the cum and then felt my hole as it was still somewhat sensitive and a little sore now, but as I was running my hand over it soaping it up I could feel the tingle there also. I slowly inserted my finger into my ass a little and as I did I felt my cock starting to rise up again. I could remember Hank's mouth on me. The heat of his mouth, the tenderness of his lips and his tongue wrapping around and around my cock and then licking it up and down. Then the rimming he had done. My cock was fully hard now and I felt myself take it in my hand and start to stroke it. Then my cock surprised me and started to go down before I got off. What the hell? I beat it harder and faster and felt my finger enter my ass further as I was doing that. With the slippery soap there I felt daring and rammed 4 of my fingers up my own ass. My cock jumped to attention and in just a few more strokes my orgasm hit. I sprayed what seemed like a gallon of cum down the drain. Then I was spent. I got out of the shower and dried off and jumped into bed.

(aka From cautious to chaser) Drew started down the slippery slope when visiting a public toilet in a park. As he was relieving himself, another guy entered and instead of urinating started to wank his dick. The sight of this, turned Drew on and before he knew what was happening he was sucking thus guy off. As a result Drew started visiting this place regularly to suck and be sucked. After a few such encounters, people started either wanting to fuck him or be fucked by him. Drew would have none of that! This changed, however, when Drew came to the park, bringing with him a men's magazine just purchased that included a special gift of a condom. After perusing the magazine, the sexual tension got too much and he proceeded to the toilets to wank off his cock. Whilst he was in the cubicle another man entered the toilets and started wanking himself off at the urinals. Drew spotted him and joined him. But after some sexy playing with each other, the man said how much he like to be fucked. Drew thought that he did after all have a condom on him and agreed to do so. The next stage down the slippery slope and he wrapped his cock with the condom and started fucking this stranger. The excitement was too much and before long he'd shot his load. Thereafter Drew would bring a packet of condoms with him to satisfy the needs of several demanding men in the park's toilet block. Sometimes, some of the guys he met would try to Drew. Even with a condom, there was no way Drew would risk this and would always refuse. This changed when a newbie in his late teens who was still a virgin, eagerly desired to fuck Drew. Knowing his status, having played with him a few times, Drew acquiesced to allow the youth to take his anal virginity. It was very difficult for the youth to shove his erection up Drew's virgin hole and when he finally managed it, the pain was so unbearable that Drew had to get him to pull out almost immediately. Although, the experience had been initially unpleasant , it did lead Drew further down the slippery slope, now Drew became willing to be fucked with a condom. Drew started frequenting a popular cruising site. There he was often in demand to fuck or be fucked. Drew remained cautious and always fucked with a condom, despite offers to do without. One interesting feature at this site, on hot sunny days many frequenters would walk around the site absolutely naked. Sometimes Drew also went naked. It was this that eventually led Drew further down the slippery hole. As Drew was walking naked along one of the quieter side paths of the site, he espied a good-looking naked young man in his early twenties. This man was obviously interested in Drew and headed further into the bushes and found a secluded clearing. When he got there the young man went onto his knees offering his arse to be fucked. Only condoms were not on offer. Drew was torn between fucking him sheathless and walking away. But the temptation got too much for him and before he knew it, he had gone further down the slippery hole! Drew squirted lube on his now erect penis and entered the man bare. He thrust in and out with his bare cock until the excitement of the situation became too much for Drew and he shot his load inside the man. Not only was the young man very appreciative,but asked Drew to felch his cum around inside him. Yet another new experience for Drew. After that Drew went on to fuck other men bare, but was always careful not to let anyone fuck him bare. Once again Drew started further down the slippery slope, as he was fucking another guy bare in a coppice within the cruising site, when another guy came along to see what was happening. Drew, being an exhibitionist at heart, welcomed the attention and was happy for onlookers to admire him pistoning in and out of this man. The watcher wanked himself off to the sight, but much to Drew's surprise, he suddenly felt the man shove his cock up Drew's arse. The man must have presumed Drew was happy to be fucked bare if he was fucking another guy bare. Drew so enjoyed the experience of this bare cock up him that he let the man fuck him for a while, before ensuring he stopped short of cumming inside him. There was no way, Drew was going to let that happen to him. After that from time to time, Drew allowed people to fuck him bare but with always the proviso that they weren't to cum inside him! There's was absolutely no way that Drew would go down the slippery slope any further, was there? He popped into a local toilets that was used for cottaging. Several men were wanking themselves in the urinals. Drew went into one of the cubicles and also started getting himself erect, when one of the others in the bloc joined him within the cubicle. Drew sucked the man off and when he was fully erect, he was very keen to fuck Drew bare within the cubicle. It didn't take much to persuade Drew to turn around and bend over within the confined space to accommodate this man's bare dick inside him. He forcefully fucked Drew. There came a point when Drew felt the time had come for this man to withdraw to avoid spilling his semen inside him, so Drew tried to pull away but was rather stuck within the small confines of the cubicle. The man continued his onslaught. On no less than four occasions Drew tried to pull out but to no avail! Then the man pulled out, but Drew then noticed to his horror that the man's cock was coated with fresh jizz. He had come inside Drew bare! Drew didn't immediately become a cumdump far from it. Although he continued to fuck people bare, he still refrained from being fucked bare. Often he still used condoms. But he continued down the slippery slope when he was sucking a guy off in the darkroom. The angle Drew was at was perfect for people to come up behind him and stick their cocks right up his bare arse, which is what one guy proceeded to do. Drew was surprised by this man's no-asked bare entry, but he enjoyed the feeling so let him continue, whilst he continued to suck on cock. The man's ploughing of Drew's arse kept apace with Drew's sucking of the other's cock until in synchrony they both blew their load. Drew enjoyed his first experience of simultaneously receiving two loads, one oral, one anal. This just pushed him further down the slippery hole! Drew started to take bare cock, throwing caution to the wind, except he still did not knowingly accept poz cocks. Drew was now kidding himself as he happily accepted any cocks without asking. He particularly enjoyed one occasion when in the darkroom, he was taken by four different men, all who spunked deeply into his hole, so that their sperm started oozing out of his arse. Drew craved and got more of this action. He continued down the slippery hole! Encouraged by barebacking sites that insisted it was safe to be barebacked by those who were poz but on medication, he took his next step down the slippery hole by contacting someone, who described himself as poz on meds. He arranged to meet him for an anonymous fuck. Drew arranged to let himself into the man's house and find him inside with his arse lubed and ready to be taken. Drew entered gingerly and found the man lying on his bed naked and ready for action. Drew spent little time with preliminaries, dropping his pants, stroking his cock erect and then plunging it into his first acknowledged poz bottom. Down the slippery slope Drew went as he shoved his cock down the man's slippery hole! Drew was really turned on by what he was doing and thrust in and out quickly. Just as quickly he came to a climax, splattering the inside of the poz bottom with his negative spunk. Drew left without further ado, but determined to find another poz on meds arse to fuck. There was, of course, no way he was going to let a poz fuck his arse! Drew next went to visit another contact, who was also poz on meds, and attended his local sauna. He met up with him and they went into a private cubicle, where they spent time sucking one another off before Drew got himself ready and placed his cock against the bum crack of another poz arse. He pushed in firmly added by the lubrication of saliva and found a welcoming hole within. Drew enjoyed fucking yet another bare poz arse. It turned him on, but he felt reassured that he didn't think it was too risky. The excitement led him to ejaculate inside quite quickly. But the session wasn't over as his contact wanted to be sucked off by Drew. As he sucked him off so the wonderful cock grew in his mouth and Drew realised he wanted this cock up his arse. Knowing his status, but that he was on meds, made Drew feel okay about doing so and yet once again it pushed Drew further down the slippery slope as this magnificent specimen was pushed bare up Drew's arse. Drew was surprised how much he was turned on by the experience of receiving a bare poz cock up his arse and longed for his poz, albeit it undetectable, seed would flood his insides. It wasn't long before his desire was realised and the cock pulsed as great wads of poz sperm shot up his hole. Drew wanted more, did this include going that final slide down the slippery slope and accepting an unmedicated poz cock? Things progressed faster than Drew could have imagined, he was contacted on a barebacking site by someone very close in his vicinity, but who was described as poz not on meds. Drew replied that he was willing to meet up, but who only be prepared to fuck him and not be fucked by him, rationalising this might be safer. The following evening he popped round to the man's house. They soon got down to business and the guy was happy to accept Drew's full grown cock up his arse. Drew picked up a good rhythm and was completely turned on by the experience of fucking his first fully poz arse. So he descended even further down the slippery slope, no longer cautious in his actions, Drew had effectively become a chaser. Drew blasted his load inside the man and presumed this was the end of the proceedings, but the guy had other plans. He persuaded Drew to accept his cock up inside him, agreeing that he would withdraw if requested. Drew felt really turned on, but scared as he accepted the man's poz cock up his arse. The man ploughed Drew's arse really well and Drew was enjoying the feeling of bare cock inside him. Drew was now descending to the bottom of the slippery pole as the man's pole slid up his slippery arse. This carried on for quite some time before Drew called a halt to the proceedings fearing the danger of him accidentally shooting his toxic load inside him. Drew got the shock of his life as the man withdrew his now wilting cock from Drew's hole for it was covered in spunk. He insisted that he would have withdrawn at any time if Drew had asked him, but considering he had not, he happily shot his very toxic poz cum inside Drew.! Drew had now slipped to the very bottom of the slippery pole!

Part 40 - The Trip Joe and Kyle were packing for their trip and they seemed to have about five suitcases worth of stuff to bring. “God, we are a pair of queens. Do you have six pairs of shoes there?” Kyle asked Joe. Joe went down his checklist of things left to do before Aaron picked them up to take them to the airport in a few hours. Except for packing it seemed to be complete. He was unsure about the one other item - telling Greg that he would be out there for ten days and possibly getting together. In the end he sent the message, figuring Greg would probably ignore it since he hadn’t heard anything since he got the message that Greg was now poz. He typed out “Hey. I'm going to be out in the bay area for 10 days starting tomorrow. Maybe we can get together if you’re in town.” “Mark would be proud of me - complete sentences in a text message” he thought. He sent the message and they got their luggage down to two bags and two backpacks. Aaron picked the guys up and Steven and Ryan were excited to have the apartment to themselves during the break. As they drove to the airport Aaron took an early exit and drove by the car rental place where he worked. He turned down a deserted road and pulled into an abandoned car wash. “Your brother fucked me here before he went back to California. Seems fitting for you to do the same” Aaron said looking at Joe with a grin. Joe and Kyle laughed and got out of the car. “Its a little cold out” Joe said as Aaron bent over the hood of the car, his pants around his ankles. The chilly air didn’t seem to cause Joe much of a problem and his cock was deep in Aaron’s hole in seconds. It felt slick and Joe figured there was at least one of Nick’s newly charged loads inside Aaron.
 Joe was in pump n dump mode and pounded Aaron mercilessly. “Yeah, fuckin’ rape that hole. Just like Mark did” yelled Aaron. “Ooooh Yeah. I’m gonna recharge that boyhole of yours” Joe said back as his cock slammed in and he unleashed a torrent of poz cum into Aaron’s sloppy cunt. As soon as Joe pulled out, Kyle was there pushing his cock in. He was just as hard as Joe was, hammering Aaron’s ass. “Oh god yeah!” Aaron cried out while Kyle kept going. Cum was getting forced out of Aaron’s hole with each thrust and Kyle was keen on replacing it with his seed. Kyle gave Aaron three more shoves of his cock and started pumping his toxic cum inside. Kyle pulled out and helped Aaron to stand up. The three sat there for a moment grinning at each other with their pants still down. Aaron pulled up his jeans and then knelt before Joe and Kyle and quickly cleaned their cocks off. They hopped back in the car and drove the short distance to the airport. “Fuck, that was hot, thanks Aaron. You ok with what happened with Mark?” Joe asked. “Hell, yeah. I never would have met you guys or hooked up with Nick again. I was pissed at the time, but I’m really happy it happened now. I guess your cock is about as close as I’m going to get to having Mark fuck me again” Aaron said as they pulled up to the terminal. “You never know” Joe said with a grin. “Have a good flight guys and don’t wear your cocks out” Aaron said with a laugh. The airplane flight was quiet and both Joe and Kyle slept most of the way. Mark and Eric were there to pick them up and they went back to Mark’s apartment. Joe and Kyle dropped off their stuff and ran through the shower together and then changed clothes. Mark and Eric took them on a tour of the area and ended up at a bar that they went to often. Joe and Kyle got a lot of attention as the fresh meat in the bar. They liked the attention even though they knew that nothing would probably come of it. Joe felt his phone buzz and when the conversation slowed he took a look at it. It was from Greg. “Hey, good to know you will be out here. Do you want a tour and maybe meet a few people? Almost there. Meet for some fun too?” He sent back a message that he would like to do both, but the holidays were going to make scheduling hard. He could spend a few hours the following day or after Christmas. Greg responded “Tomorrow good to visit the office? After Christmas good for fun? 10AM tomorrow?” and Joe answered “OK.” He got the address and then told Mark that he would need a ride for a meeting the next day and Mark kidded him about giving him a ride to visit an escorting client. Joe laughed “that’s next week, asshole.” “Speaking of escorts, one of my co-workers is going to stop by today. You guys can compare notes” Mark said smiling. Joe looked at Mark curiously. Eric chuckled “Your brother works with a guy that escorts on the side. We even helped him out a couple times.” Joe looked at Mark astonished. Mark just grinned back at him. “You fucking whore!” Joe said jokingly. Paul walked up a few minutes later and gave Mark and Eric both a hug. “Paul, this is my brother Joe and his boyfriend Kyle” Mark said and Paul took a long look at both of the younger guys before he hugged them, squeezing Joe’s ass during the hug. “Welcome to California, guys. I’ve heard a bunch about both of you, hopefully its all true” Paul said as he winked. Looking at Joe he added “I hope you’re not going to be working too much while you’re here. I don’t like competition” before laughing loudly. Joe smiled “Yeah, you better watch out. I have a couple gigs already.” Paul raised his eyebrows and said “Damn, you’re quick. I know where you can find some helpers if you need them” and glanced back at Mark. They sat around chatting, with Paul and Joe comparing some of their recent tricks. When there was a brief lull, Mark said “All this talk of sex is making me horny. You guys want to go back to our place and share some strains?” The guys headed back to Mark and Eric’s apartment and they were half undressed before they got to the front door. “Ya know, there’s only one way to welcome these guys to your house” said Paul with an evil look in his eye. Joe looked at Kyle and then back at Mark. Mark just grinned and headed off to his bedroom. Eric, Paul, Joe and Kyle finished undressing and Paul gave the two younger boys a thorough inspection. “Looking good” he said to Joe before adding “You have a good start on the ink. I like it.” He moved closer to Kyle and stood behind him and wrapped his arms around pulling him close, his cock pressing between Kyles ass cheeks. “I would have loved to have been there to help knock you two up. I’ll just have to settle for a recharge” Paul said. Mark walked back in the room carrying a nylon bag and a big grin. Joe didn’t notice Eric move behind him and the younger boys didn’t expect Paul and Eric to quickly restrain their arms behind their backs. Mark pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and clicked them into place. Joe and Kyle were pushed over onto the couch, their heads hanging off the back and their asses on display for Mark, Eric and Paul to see. Joe looked over at Kyle who was grinning. They weren’t going to put up much of a fight and both were looking forward to getting fucked and bred by the three guys. Mark walked up behind Kyle and said “Remember the storage room? I tagged your ass before I even knew you were Joe’s boyfriend. I wonder if that load did it or not. It doesn’t matter, but I’m gonna give you another toxic load to keep you strong.” Mark squirted a bit of lube on Kyles hole and shoved his cock in hard. “FUCK!!!” screamed Kyle and Mark just laughed and said “Just like the first time, huh?” Mark began to fuck Kyles hole and looked over at Eric and Paul and nodded to them. Eric pushed some lube into Joe with his finger, roughly twisting and jabbing it in. Eric was too horny to prep Joe’s hole too much and slammed his cock into Joe and started thrusting in and out. Joe yelled out “OH MY GOD!” as Eric’s cock ripped into him. Mark and Eric fucked Kyle and Joe in unison and the younger boys were grunting with the rough pounding. Their cocks were rock hard and dripping precum all over the leather sofa. Mark slowed down his pace, but each thrust got harder and harder. Eric mimicked what Mark was doing and they both drove their cocks in deep as they unleashed a gush of infected cream into their respective bottoms. Mark pulled his cock out and slapped Kyles ass while Eric did the same with Joe. Paul replaced Eric and shoved his cock into Joe’s cummy hole. “Damn, Joe, you need to get fucked more. This hole is fuckin’ tight” Paul said as he rammed his cock in and slowly withdrew. Paul varied the angle of each jab, making sure his cock dug into as many parts of Joe’s tunnel as possible. The load that Eric deposited was getting frothy inside and some was getting forced out as Paul drilled Joe’s hole. Kyle looked back and watched Joe get fucked as his ass throbbed but stayed empty. Paul suddenly started to pound faster and faster and then grabbed Joe’s body as he forced his cock in deep before adding his strain to Joe’s pozzed up cunt. Paul pulled out and walked around and pushed his cock into Joe’s mouth as Mark took his position ready to fuck his brother. “Just like the first time, Joe. You got a couple loads in you before I slid my cock inside your slutty hole and bred you with my charged load in the club” Mark said as he pushed his cock deep into Joe’s dripping hole. “That really was a hot fuck. I loved watching all the guys circled around waiting their turn to fuck the slut in the bathroom. I wasn’t going to breed that guy, but your hole just felt too good” Mark said as he rammed his cock into Joe just like he did in the bar’s bathroom. Paul pulled his cock out of Joe’s mouth and Joe started to beg - “Breed me Mark. Wreck my hole and flood my guts like you did that night.” That was exactly what Mark was doing, he shoved in hard until his balls tightened and then he pushed in as deep as his cock would go before he pumped more charged seed into his little brother. Eric had moved in behind Kyle when he knew Mark was getting close and pushed his cock into Kyle’s cum lubed hole. He held Kyle firm and drilled his cock in fast and hard. Kyle could feel Eric’s pierced cock each time Eric pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. He was moaning and enjoying the fuck since he had only been fucked a few times since he converted. There was a knock at the door and Paul answered it. It was a couple friends of Mark and Eric’s and they quickly stripped their clothes off. “These are the sluts we need to welcome?” Dan asked. Eric grunted and added another load of charged cum to Kyle’s ass. Mark’s friend Dan pushed his cock into Joe’s gaping hole. A total of nine of Eric and Mark’s friends stopped by to add their DNA to Kyle and Joe. When the last load of cum pumped into the younger boys, Mark pushed a butt plug into their holes. Everyone sat around talking and introducing themselves to Joe and Kyle. They drank, they smoked and bullshitted until the early hours of the morning. Joe enjoyed meeting Mark’s friends and they all encouraged him to move out there after Joe and Kyle graduated. Joe told them that he was working on it and was hoping to meet up with a job prospect. “Oh shit!” Joe yelled and then said “I forgot I’m meeting them at noon. That’s less than 6 hours from now. I gotta get some sleep.” With that the party broke up and Joe and Kyle retreated to the spare bedroom and crashed for a few hours of sleep, their asses full of potent seed.

Part 17 　 The things one hears just standing around. I find I have no idea of gay things and have not had any dealings with it before. Now after a weekend of seeing and feeling some of the things that go on between two guys it has left me wondering about them. Oh, well, has nothing to do with me I guess. By now I have to go to the bathroom and head there. As I am taking a leak I can hear the unmistakable, by now, sounds coming through the wall. Looks like the new owner and his friends are back at it again. Sounds like they are in his bathroom. Then I can hear one of them saying to go ahead and spray him down good and make sure I get to swallow some of that sweet pee while you are at it. They are apparently into the peeing mood now it seems. From the sounds, it is one guy getting all of them at once, too. I had tried my own and now I had that to think about, too. I think I will have to ask Hank about that next time we talk. About an hour later there was a knock on my back door. I answered it to find Hank. He asked how I was doing? I decided I needed to ask him about the peeing thing they were doing. I asked him too, "Hi, Hank, I wanted to ask you about something for sure, peeing things?" He grinned and said, "we call it watersports actually. What do you want to know?" I told him I had heard them through the wall, again. He laughed and said, "Looks like we are going to have to be quieter over there." I told him I had heard them the other day, too, and had actually tried my own. He said, "It was much better from someone else and he would be glad to show me sometime, if I wanted. He had actually come over to see if I wanted another good sucking as he thought my cum was really sweet tasting." I was flattered at that somewhat and definitely as soon as he had entered it was on my mind and my dick was already tingling from the memory. In just the couple of minutes we had been talking I could already see his cock starting to push against the material of his shorts and mine was definitely remembering his lips on it. I found I actually wanted one right now and told him I was ready for another one for sure. As we were talking, we had been heading into the livingroom, but now I headed for the stairs and he followed me up and to my bedroom. It took us almost no time to get naked and then his mouth was planted on mine as we kissed passionately. Without breaking the kiss, we climbed on the bed. His hand found my cock and started to stroke it and for the first time, I reached out and took ahold of his. I had wanted to see how that huge meat had felt and it throbbed in my hand as I stroked him, too. Then he surprised me by breaking off the kiss and looking me in the eyes, he said, "wow, that feels so good, but I have been drinking water and at least three beers all afternoon and now I have to piss, again. Would you like to try that now?" I nodded and we jumped out of bed and headed in to the bathroom and into the shower. I found I really wanted to try this. He pushed me down to my knees and said, "open your mouth and get ready." I opened wide and he leaned close with his cock almost in my mouth and said, "here it comes." As he said that, he suddenly started to piss in my mouth and I found myself trying to gulp it down. What a flood and my mouth kept opening and shutting, getting it all over me, as well. Then he grabbed my head as my mouth opened once more and all at once shoved his cock in as he unloaded the last of his piss, holding me tight so that all that was left was going in me and I had to swallow fast. His cock was so big, it filled my mouth and as he was finishing peeing, he kind of moved it in and out of my mouth a little while telling me to watch my teeth. Damn, I had a cock in my mouth! I hadn't been ready for that. I could taste his piss but then I found a different taste taking its place, something salty as the pee but also very sweet tasting. I looked up at him and he released my head then. As his cock came out of my mouth, I could see a long slick string still attached to the head and realized it must have been his precum I was tasting. I decided it tasted as good or maybe even better than the piss. He pulled me up then into a kiss. Then as he pulled back he asked, "how was that? I had to feel those lips of yours on my cock too." I said, "it tasted pretty good and I think your precum was even better." He smiled at that and said, "well, maybe you might like my cum too, we might have to 69 if you want." I frowned and he quickly said, "you don't have to right now, but soon I hope, but now I want your cum for sure." We wiped off the piss that I had on me and headed back into the bedroom. We got on the bed and laid down and were soon making out like crazy. Kissing and both of us stroking the other's cocks to full hardness. Then his kisses went down across me again and as he reached my cock he engulfed it all in one gulp and I almost came unglued again from the heat of his mouth. This time however he turned around on the bed so his cock was towards my head and he took ahold of my legs and raised them up and spread them wide. He sucked me for a while and then went down my balls and to my ass, licking and up and down my crack and running his tongue in my hole each time as far as he could. The tickle and tingle was driving me wild. Hank then went back up to my cock and as his mouth closed on it and started to swallow it, I felt his finger at my hole again, pressing into me and making my cock throb hard. As he did it all this time he suddenly straddled my face with leg on each side of my head and his cock dangling right in my face. It was dripping precum like crazy and I stuck my tongue out and started to lick it up. His mouth was doing fantastic things to my cock and I knew I was going to explode my cum into him almost too quickly. As his head bobbed up and down on my cock, he was lowering his cock closer to my face and as I gasped from the sensations, his cock entered my mouth. I was startled at first but then found I just had to suck it to try and make him fell like he was making me feel. He started to move his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my mouth and throat. I didn't care with what his mouth was doing to me at this point. I could already feel my orgasm building and wanted it badly. Then I was there and my cum was filling his mouth full and again I felt his finger(s) filling my ass making my orgasm really intense. Just as I was finishing, Hank, pulled his cock from my mouth leaving me gasping and turned around on the bed. He clamped his mouth to mine and I could actually taste my cum on his lips and tongue as he kissed me deeply. I was almost out of it and in bliss. I then realized he had turned and was between my legs and his fingers were still in me and then he pulled them out and I felt the head of his cock at my hole and I could tell from the wetness that was forming there that Hank was cumming on me again and then it even felt like he pushed the head of his cock inside a little. The huge feeling coming with my orgasm was great too I found. Then we were both done and gasping for air.

Part 16 　 I woke up Monday morning, but not refreshed as I had tossed and turned all night. My mind kept going over and over what had happened over the weekend. Totally crazy happenings for me. Findin out new owner of the property was gay, watching a guy strip, and getting 2 fantastic BJs from my new neighbor, Hank. I had never done anything gay in my life before and could not believe I had done what I did. Not like me at all. I always knew exactly what I was doing and had fucked many a woman and told I was good at it. But, wow, Hank had a huge cock, bigger than my 7" by at least two more inches and bigger around also and the stripper's had even been bigger and fatter yet. Then it dawned on me that I had actually watched two of Hank's friends fucking, too. What the hell was I doing? The BJs, though, had been the best ever for sure, but had overheard Hank telling a guy he was thinking of me while fucking him last night. What to make of that as he knew I was straight, or did I want another of those fantastic BJs? I decided I wanted another, but would have to be careful as for sure, Hank wanted to fuck me, too and I am pretty sure I am not ready for that. I got up, dressed for work and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. I had just turned it on when I heard voices coming from outside my open window. I looked out to see Hank, Tom and the stripper sitting on the picnic table drinking their coffee and all were naked, again. I got my coffee and opened the door and stuck my head out to say good morning. Before I could speak, I saw that Tom wasn't actually sitting on the seat but was in the lap of the stripper. As I watched, I could see him squirming around and it dawned on me that perhaps the stripper's cock was up his ass and he was grinding down on it with a huge smile on his face. The stripper glanced up and saw me, standing there with my mouth hanging open, and he said, "Hey, Jim, good morning. Come on out and say hi." They all turned to look at me then and I went down the steps towards them. I said, "good morning all. Beautiful out isn't it?" They all said their hellos back and then Hank asked, "headed to work are you? Have a nice day there, and remember us having a nice day here." Then they all laughed and I said my goodbyes and headed out. Being tired out and after the view I had that morning, work was hell. I never did hit my stride and could not concentrate enough to really accomplish much. As soon as the day was over, I got out and headed home quickly, determined to get a better nights rest in. Arriving home, I headed to the kitchen to get some supper, just wanted more of a snack than a meal. Fixed a cold meat sandwich and grabbed a Coke and sat down at the table. I could hear voices outside again and figured Hank and friends must still be there. I finished my sandwich, got up and looked out the window to find quite a site. There on the picnic table, laying side by side were two guys, with their legs on the shoulders of Hank and the stripper and being fucked rough and hard. I hadn't been prepared for that, but couldn't take my eyes off of those two huge cocks pounding away in those other's asses. How the hell could they take that? They must have been at it a while before I got home because only a couple of minutes went by when both Hank and the stripper both seemed to reach orgasm at about the same time and were gasping their release of their cum inside those other two. After nother couple of minutes of grinding their cocks around inside of those asses they pulled out and all 4 of them got up and sat around the table. They were soon talking and I could hear most of what was said. It seemed to be about me somewhat. The others all seemed to be interested in if Hank was going to try to make it with me. He said, "I would love to, but he is straight and although he enjoyed me giving him, probably the best head he ever got, he didn't know if I was ready for the ultimate pleasure yet or not." The concensus of opinion of the other three was actually that when he had had his cock against my hole he should have just rammed it home anyway, whether I wanted it or not. Hank told them he really wasn't that much into any kind of rape scene, but was hoping that maybe I would allow him to pop my ass cherry just to show me what I was missing out on and how really fantastic sex could be. They got up then and went inside. I stood there a while longer wondering. I had no answer to what was said, although I did admit I wanted more of Hank's fantastic BJs. I was not at all sure I wanted fucked though, by him or anyone else.

I had taken the train from Amsterdam to Antwerp, Belgium yesterday, as a day trip to see the sights. Around noontime, I was cold and hungry. So I stepped inside one of the many restaurants surrounding Grote Markt and had a bite to eat and warm up. I of course had to scroll through the sex apps on my phone while waiting for my risotto to arrive. Just as I was finishing up lunch, I got a reply on Growlr. His pics were nice. A young Spanish kid that said he lived just around the corner. We chatted a bit and he asked me to come over to suck and rim him. I looked up his address on Google maps, and sure enough, he did live just a block away. So, I quickly paid my bill and headed back into the cold to find his apartment. I found his apartment easily and within minutes, this handsome, young Spaniard and I were making out like teenagers on his sofa. Our clothes were soon on the floor and his cock was in my mouth. I sucked his beautiful uncut Spanish dick for several minutes, then lifted his legs and began to eat his sweet asshole. He was groaning and moaning with delight. We ended in a 69 position on his sofa. Both of us sucking and rimming each other. He tried to push us into another position, but the sofa was just not large enough to do much. I finally climbed onto my hands and knees and put my ass up towards him. He was audibly delighted. He immediately buried his face back in my ass and shoved his tongue deep, up inside my hole. Then he'd spit on it and slide the spit up with his tongue. Soon his finger was pushing spit up into me. Then he knelt behind me and quickly shoved his raw cock up into my hungry hole. "Oh, Daddy, I love your hole", he moaned. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck your Daddy", I replied. He wasted no time in going for it. He's grabbed me around the waist. He's ramming into me with speed and force. His crotch is slamming against my ass. Within just a few minutes, he grunts and fills my ass with his boy juice. And with that, it was over. From start to finish, probably 10 minutes or less. I dress, say our "thank you's" and I'm out the door, heading back out to tour the city.

Part 15 　 I awoke sometime later and glancing at my clock noticed it was a little after midnight. What had I heard? I listened and heard more sounds coming from next door, again. I got up and put my ear to the wall to see what was going on at this late hour. I heard Hank's voice saying, "take my cock. OMG, I am so horny after today's fooling around. My cock needs your hole. Take it." I heard another voice saying, "Oh, yeah, pound my hole deep. Give it to me hard. Your neighbor must have you really worked up as your cock is the hardest I think I have ever felt it. Damn, it feels like a piece of steel in my hole. Fill me up." I was dumbfounded, he thought Hank was thinking of me like that? I thought it was strange, but at the same time exciting to think he thought I was that hot, I guess. They were really pounding by then with a lot of moans of pleasure from both. Then I heard Hank say, "Here it comes, take my hot cum deep in you Jim." Then I heard, barely, "I'm not Jim, I'm Tom." Then Hank was saying, "sorry about that, just got carried away I guess with other thoughts." Then it hit me, hell, I am Jim. I had a hard time getting back to sleep then. I kept thinking about my new neighbor and what he had said. Seems I turned him on a lot and really had not tried to at all. Very weird to me. What should I do about that? I had no idea and finally fell asleep with that on my mind.

8. Skippy, the Pirate de Sade, and the Buried Treasure Here lies one whose name was writ in water The end of the pool faced the beach and was all glass—one very big window. The morning fog was still burning off so if you looked through the glass from the pool you couldn’t really see much, mostly a foggy view that kinda looked like the ocean. But that’s only because you knew you were looking at the ocean. Guys that walked by were multi-colored blobs. “Cool daddy-o,” Skip said to Rusty, with just a hint of irony. From the beach looking into the pool, however, you could see both the pool’s occupants plain as day. Passers-by saw freckly Rusty and a sandy-haired beachcomber, Skip. Skip was the one you noticed, slender, rippled stomach, sinewy smooth pecs and arms, his strong soccer legs scissoring to keep afloat in his knee-length bathing suit hanging out in the pool’s deep end. His angular face was finely crafted without being pretty. The jaw that came to a point at his cleft chin was strong, and often clenched; a long slender nose; light brown hair, sun-bleached at the tips, matched his glowing amber eyes evoking both mischief and mystery. As much as you got to know Skip, there was always a part of him that remained out of reach. Rusty plunged underwater, looked through the glass with cupped hands, and also saw the same hazy ocean. Coming back up he wiped his eyes. “Yeah, neat-o,” he said trying to mimic Skip’s tone. They were encouraged to say things like that at work, and the beach house was still part of work. The retro lingo was former actor Cyrus Johnson’s—or “Whitey” as he chose to be called—remembrances of Malibu beach party teen movies he’d been in, acting with Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello, back in the early sixties. Hey, the Chelsea bar called Paradise was his, they just bartended there, so he got to make the rules. White-haired Whitey, a man now in his forties, a silver fox save for a beer gut, hung out under a deck umbrella talking to a striking Mexican. The gentleman who’d shown up with some associates at noon, had long, black wavy hair and was an imposing figure on the pool deck. Skip eyeballed the dark visitor and speculated. Sexy even if he was a little intimidating, he moved stiffly, a buck ninety pounds of barrel-chested muscle. He’d abandoned his shirt surrendering to the day’s humidity. His shoulders and back were covered in fur. A hulking daddy-type if ever there was one, Skip thought. He looked way more interesting than any of Whitey’s usual backers who came around to ogle Whitey’s pool twinks. Desperado. Racketeer. Mobster. Skip searched for the word best to describe him. Thug. Gangster. Cutthroat. Yeah, cutthroat maybe. The gentleman sure was animated, pressuring Whitey about something, poking a finger into Whitey’s chest. His dark tanned skin, almost black under his suit of hair, glistened in the humidity. The deck’s potted palms suddenly began to rustle by a mercifully cool gust of wind, sending the cutthroat’s hair flying into his face. He struggled to make his point while trying to keep strands of hair out of his mouth. Finally frustrated, he untied a knotted red kerchief from his neck and bound his wavy hair in a pirate bandana. Yeah, that was it—Pirate! ”Yo ho,” Skip said. Skip wasn’t Skip’s real name. Whitey had given all his bartenders nicknames he remember from that bebop, doo wop, shama lama era: Ace, Buzz, Stretch, Moose. Getting a new Paradise nickname did come with advantages. Skip discovered variants that could emphasize different traits for different customers offering different subtexts. Name’s Skippy when he wanted to highlight his youth to an older patron; They call me Skipper to a cute bottom boy, intimating that he was the boss, the alpha dog of his bar crew; and Skip, well, just that he was Skip, informal, kinda butch, kinda rich, none of it untrue. His real name was Alastair Inge, well, even worse before his grandfather had shortened it, Alastair von Ingerschleben—“from the village of Inge,” if you wanted to get real technical. Alastair was pretentious enough, so Inge sufficed. If you pressed him he actually didn’t mind Skip. In fact, he started introducing himself that way at Columbia U during his junior year. No one there questioned its legitimacy since he already had that Nantucket air. Skip surveyed his latest fling sharing the pool, a new bartender at Paradise, Aiden Reilly, a.k.a. red-headed “Rusty”—no one said white haired Whitey was a creative genius. All Irish. All freckles. Rusty was cute, had a rather bulbous nose, a nice size prick, but was a little fey in some of his mannerism—a little too overtly bottom, truth will out—not that Skip was a total butch top, but he did most of the pedaling during sex. The thing that really annoyed Skip, though, was how Rusty worshipped his lesbian twin sister, Briana, who also attended Columbia. Not that Skip disliked lesbians, he just never socialized much with them. After meeting Rusty, he did a lot. And if not socializing, then hearing about her. A lot. Rusty was always going on about how Briana said this, Briana broke up with Kirsten, Briana did the funniest thing, Briana started going back out with Kirsten, and on and on till Skip wanted to shoot himself. Or Rusty. Or Briana. Sometimes Skip believed Aiden would be happier to have a sex change just so that he could be a lesbian like his sister. That kind of thinking made Skip’s head hurt. But that’s what made the pirate, slapping his bottle of Corona on the table, so damn attractive, despite, or maybe in addition to, the gorilla coat he sported. He couldn’t imagine for one second the pirate had any desire to be anything other than a man, a pirate king guzzling his beer. The pirate caught him staring at him, and raised his bottle and gave him a red-scarf nod. Rusty was busy scanning his associates. “Organized crime,” he pronounced. Skip smiled at the thought. “Why do you think that?” he asked. “Well, you know what a gossip Slim is?” Skipped agreed. “He chatted a couple of them up as soon as they got here. You know Whitey’s obsession with our stupid names? You should get a load of theirs. Tito, Khan…” “That could be their names,” Skip pointed out. “One of them is named Knuckles. Knuckles! How much more mobster can you get?” “Which one’s Knuckles,” Skip asked. Rusty pointed to the largest guy on the deck, talking to a tall, slim black bartender, named—you guessed it—“Slim.” Knuckles had on a grey t-shirt with large yellowed pit stains, black jeans and a black leather vest. Slim was pestering Knuckles about something under his vest. Knuckles flapped it open. Even from the far end of the pool, the holstered snub nose .38 was easy to spot. Slim leaned back surprised, then tipped forward enticed, and ran his fingers down Knuckles’ breast bone. Tito and Khan chuckled at the pair’s open flirtation. Rusty returned to Skip with one ginger eyebrow raised. Skip swam down to the shallow end and raised himself out, flexing his triceps hoping the pirate would notice. He did. “Skippy,” Whitey shouted to the lad as he dripped on the deck. “Get your little tail over here and meet my compadre, Bernardo.” Skip strutted over, wiping himself with a beach towel, confidently brushing back his spikey hair. He greeted the man with an engaging smile, as Whitey made the introductions. “Bernardo de Sade, meet the best bartender in Paradise, Alistair von Ingerschleben.” Skip gave Whitey a congratulatory smile, impressed that Whitey knew how to spit out his whole name in full Germanic glory. “But y’all can call him Skippy.” Skip extended his hand, which was immediately engulfed by de Sade’s two large paws. He didn’t shake so much as grab. “What is Skippy? Is like jumping?” De Sade erupted at his joke. His bellicose laugh was a little disturbing. It wasn’t that funny, but Skip produced a grin nonetheless. Whitey was clearly nervous about something, Skip sensed. Whitey made like de Sade’s joke was the funniest thing. “Yes, Bernardo, Skippy hops to, runs the bar shipshape like the skipper of a ship, don’t you, Skipper?” “I guess I do, Whitey. I guess I do,” Skip replied, acting greatly complimented, puffing up his smooth chest. Whitey was a giggling fool, Skip thought, but smiled cordially nonetheless. Seeing that de Sade wasn’t letting go of his hand anytime soon, Skip doubled down and placed his other hand over the back of the man’s tight grip. Skip reckoned this was one of the bar’s major money men that Whitey was always fretting about. He knew how to make a good impression on wealthy men born into it himself. Skip’s smile never faltered, his eyes never shied away. The man slowly released his hands with a middle finger tracing Skip’s palm. De Sade’s cruise was hidden from view but blatant enough for Skip. The edges of Skip’s lips curled and he cruised de Sade right back with his shining golden eyes. Skip felt the come-on granted him some permission, so he drew up a chair between the men. “Señor de Sade, I take it you’re one of Whitey’s silent partners.” De Sade nibbled a flake on his chapped lip. It seemed there were things he preferred not to talk about, Skip realized. “I’d say I’m more involved with Mr. Johnson’s supply chain,” de Sade replied mysteriously and sipped his beer. The man’s wide-set eyes were penetrating and enticing, oozing hot-blooded sex as he sized Skip up. His mustache was finely trimmed, with a small soul patch beneath his lip, and sideburns shaved to fine points on his dark, sunken cheeks. Pitch black chest hair flowed from his neck directly to his broad fleshy pecs. Skip couldn’t help himself and gave a quick glance down and marveled at the dense pelt covering the man’s abdomen, and even more astonished by the amount of flesh buried in his khaki shorts. Down his right pant leg the outline of a big dick rose like a pipe; a bit of foreskin even peeked out against his hairy kneecap. When he glanced back up, Skip was met with the lewd, knowing smile of a confident, well-endowed, brazen buccaneer. As Skip checked out de Sade’s package, Whitey was subtly, desperately trying to signal Skip. He pinched his nose a few times, attempting to clue Skip into what supplies in the supply chain de Sade meant. Once Skip got it, Whitey gave the smallest of head shakes, telling Skip he shouldn’t pursue this particular supplier. Skip wasn’t so easily put off—actually he was more intrigued, if you really want to know. He himself dealt a bit of blow in the bar’s bathrooms from time to time, so felt simpatico to the pirate. “This your first time to Fire Island, Señor de Sade? I’d love to show you around,” Skip offered. “No. Many times I’ve been here. High tea, low tea, the meat rack—I feel much at home here.” The mention of the meat rack, a dune swept labyrinth for anonymous sex, made Skip see de Sade in a new light. “Usually I am Señor Johnson’s guest, isn’t that right, mi amigo,” he replied patting Whitey’s hand. Whitey withdrew his hand unconsciously, then put on a too broad smile to hide his discomfort. “But this time I drive a big boat. You’d like to see my big boat?” the man jested, knowing exactly what Skip wanted to see. He and Skip rose together. De Sade cocked his head to tell his men it was time to leave. He’d gotten what he came for. Whitey was not subtle in how happy he was to see them abruptly leave. By all means, Skip should see the boat, he told them, ushering them to the side gate. Knuckles led the pack, carrying a paper bag with de Sade’s monthly cut in it. Slim pouted his lower lip, disappointed in seeing Knuckles go. Tito and Khan followed Knuckles, with Skip and de Sade bringing up the rear. His henchmen grinned like goons, familiar with how their boss weaved a web around a new victim. Whitey wiped his brow and waved, while Rusty stewed jealously floating in the pool in his water wings. *** It started innocent enough. The yacht tour started with a quick, teasing tour of de Sade’s master cabin with its large bed covered in black rubber—Skip had to touch—then in the kitchen galley, on the way to the wheelhouse, de Sade pulled out a small brown bottle of coke. Would Skip like a hit? Skip would. Then topside in the wheelhouse, Khan, the yacht’s pilot, a slender, half-Mongolian, half-Peruvian guy with a wispy brown beard and long, stringy ‘stache, asked Skip if he would like to skipper the boat into the bay? Skip would. Purring west in the Great South Bay, Tito came up and said de Sade wanted to know if Skip was up for a couple more lines and some Tequila? Skip was. Until they passed under the Robert Moses Causeway and were out to sea, Skip had no reason to worry. I mean, if things got too sketchy he’d just jump off the boat and swim to shore, right? That would be a major pain in the ass getting back to The Pines, but he wasn’t going to be kidnapped, for Christ’s sake. The truth was it was turning into a totally awesome, coked-up afternoon with some hot and sketchy characters. He couldn’t wait to tell the other bartenders about it. Tito turned out to be this outrageously clownish guy. Hyperactive, great at voices and imitations. At first he thought Tito had a mole near his left eye but it turned out to be a tear tattoo, which freaked him at first, but after a few lines and a couple shots of Tequila, Tito was this natural prankster, making fun of Knuckles’ Neanderthal stance and calling de Sade “Gomez Addams’ dirty, hippy cousin.” Skip thought that was hilarious. “Very, very dirty cousin, aren’t you, Capo?” Tito said, insinuatingly, running his hand down his boss’ chest. Skip was in hysterics and kinda turned on. Knuckles, for his part, wasn’t as he first seemed. More a big teddy bear when you got down to it. Skip realized that Knuckles stooped over, knuckles almost dragging, because he tried to hide how absolutely monstrously tall he was when he stood straight. Also the galley ceiling was really low, so he had to extra hunch over in the space, and Tito took full advantage of the fact. Scratching his armpit, making monkey sounds. And de Sade? Well, de Sade was sexier with every line they passed around. Still intense in every way, especially in the forceful way he laughed, slapping the table, knocking the back of Tito’s head, throwing his head back with a full belly laugh that ricocheted almost painfully off the white plastic ceiling. De Sade treated him like crew from the moment he stepped aboard, slapped him on the back, clipped his chin slowly with his fist for no reason, looked at him in the same possessively, fatherly way he looked at his crew. De Sade was very open, in fact, he was pretty provocative in his affectionate for his men. Yeah, he’d smack Tito’s head but he’d also lay a kiss on his head when he passed him, bringing back everyone cervezas from the mini-fridge, or pull on one of Knuckles sagging nipples after Knuckles slammed back his fifth Tequila shot. Skip wondered exactly how close they all were, if there were boundaries, if they had sex—it sure seemed that way. With his coke-fueled brain flying, he considered what it would be like to really be a part of this crew. What nerve it would take to drop out of school, screw his parents’ plans of him becoming a lawyer, and totally turn to the life of a real modern-day coked-out, sex-crazed pirate. How awesome would that be? Pretty awesome! Looking out the window, seeing land was quickly disappearing from the horizon, Skip mentioned to de Sade that he really should to get back soon, he had a public policy paper due on Monday, hadn’t even started it yet, hadn’t even picked a topic. The coke was making him ramble, watching the last of Fire Island becoming a thin brown line. Maybe he’d do Nixon’s trip to China or the release of the Iranian hostages, maybe arms for hostages that was lately in the news. De Sade reassured him they’d be back before sunset, and pushed a mirror with lines of white powder toward him. Skip bent over the galley table and snorted. He pinched his nose feeling the substance burn. “Oh, man, strong! Whew! Maybe I can I buy one of Briana’s old policy papers. She’s the sister of this guy I know. She bailed me out before, yeah, but then she’ll tell Rusty. Wait, was that coke?” he asked Tito who’d been chopping white powder out of new bag since they’d finished the last one a while ago. “No, amigo. This is much better. This is Miss Tina,” Tito said. “Más amoroso.” He wiggled his brows suggestively as he passed the mirror around. The four of them laughed, Skip just a little bit uneasy. Still, in this new light Tito did looked hotter than he did before. Was that from Tina? His gang tattoos on his neck, arms, and chest, were kinda sexy. His broad face, Skip noticed, had a slight gap between his two front teeth. Now that Tito was smiling all the time he couldn’t help but notice it. And when he glanced at Knuckles? Forget about it! As homely as they come, all acne scarred, tiny black eyes, overweight and sagging breasts. But Knuckles had to be packing a good, solid thirteen incher in his jeans. No doubt about that lump. There were things you could overlook, and there were things you can’t. “Más amoroso, huh?” Skip repeated. “I’m amped but kinda tingly all over. Is this how you’re supposed to feel?” De Sade and his boys smiled. “I always stick to coke, but I’ll have to remember this.” Skip got up to pace in the cramped galley. De Sade got with him. “You party, my friend?” he asked. Skip laughed a little too loud. “I thought that’s what we’re doing.” “Nah. If you want to really party with us,” de Sade said as a pointed invitation, “let’s introduce you to something I know you’re going to love.” Skip gave his a why not shrug of his shoulders. De Sade went down to the master cabin. Knuckles caught Skip as he paced and sat him back in the booth, pinning him between himself and Tito. “Beuno, sí? Do another. Twice as good,” said the big man. Skip sensed heat radiate off him, and felt Tito’s sexy perspiration sliding against his other arm. The room was hot and what might have been smelly body odor any other time was acting like an aphrodisiac. “Fuck, I am ready to crawl out of my skin as it is, Knuckles. I gotta lay off a bit.” De Sade heard what Skip said as he came back in and sat across from the three of them. “I have the perfect–cómo se dice—remedy. You won’t want to crawl out of your skin—you will shed it.” He laid a tourniquet and a syringe with a cloudy brown liquid on the table. Skip’s eyes widened. He looked at Knuckles and Tito who displayed big smiles. “Uh, not big into needles, guys,” Skip said trying to sound cool but resolute. Tito put a hand on Skip’s back and rubbed his shoulder to get him to relax. Knuckles too started kneading Skip’s shoulder. “What is that?” Skip asked uneasy, feeling the room closing in on him. Under the table Tito rubbed his cock through his swimsuit. For a brief moment he was conflicted. Yes, he want to be with these guys, but didn’t want to get into the whole shooting up junky thing. He just couldn’t see his life going that way. De Sade held the syringe up to the swaying overhead light. He tapped the vial dislodging tiny air bubbles and squirted out the thinnest stream of liquid out the end. “Most people mix heroin with coke to make a speedball. But coke fades long before the heroin does. Meth last much longer and is muy amoroso, right Tito?” de Sade asked. Tito nodded in agreement. Skip searched de Sade’s face. What was unnerving was that he was still being friendly, like a dad trying to get his kid to get into the ocean, or to take his first swig of alcohol. “Ah, yeah, guys, I’m gonna take a rain check on this. So maybe we get the boat turned around, like, now?” Tito moved his head close to Skip’s. “I know, man, it looks scary, but trust me. One stick, Chico, and pow,” he said, eyes wide and crazy, “heaven spreads its legs for you.” “Put out your arm,” de Sade firmly. Skip started to struggle, then realizing Tito and Knuckles weren’t going to let him out, made a violent attempt to climb out of the booth…and then what? Jump off the yacht and swim back to a shore that wasn’t even there anymore? Fuck yes, but Knuckles and Tito had him locked in. Skip no longer had a plan, he only had instincts. He fought until Knuckles pushed him back into the booth so he couldn’t move. Tito wrapped the tourniquet tightly around his bicep and a few small blue veins revealed themselves on his forearm. Knuckles held his wrist firmly against the table. “Don’t be like this,” de Sade said. “We want you to be one of us. And your veins are very small, it’s hard enough without you fighting. You’ll make me miss,” warned de Sade. Skip gave one last burst to get free but Knuckles and Tito leveraged their full weight against him, which didn’t allow any more movement. Skip braced himself and felt the needle prick his skin. His blood combined momentarily with the vial’s mixture before de Sade began pushing the speedball into his system. “Mierda,” de Sade grumbled. He held up the needle, displaying a full vial of reddish-brown liquid. “Your vein rolled, Chico.” He set the syringe on the table. “I really would like you to be with us, but I need you to cooperate. Knuckles let him go. If he doesn’t want, okay.” Knuckles release his grip. Skip still felt Tito playing with the lump rising in his bathing suit. “Your choice, Skippy. Lay out your other arm if you want this and be with us.” A funny thing was happening to him. Just the small amount that pricked his skin and got it into his bloodstream was making him feel extremely good and more than a tad bit horney. Maybe de Sade planned this. If he did it was a good plan. Skip took a deep breath, and then laid his arm on the table. “Yes!” Tito exclaimed, and undid the tourniquet and handed it to Knuckles. Knuckles bound Skip’s other bicep, and de Sade instructed him to make a fist. De Sade looked into Skip’s eyes smiling like an approving father. “Ah, look. Here is the one I’m going to hit,” de Sade said, tracing a vein on the inside of Skip’s arm. Even that small about of tactile contact made Skip feel good. What would the whole amount do, he wondered? “Ready?” Skip nodded. “Stick,” de Sade said. The needle registered fresh blood, and the full speedball went into Skip’s system. *** It’s been said a speedball’s rush is like a handjob from God. In Skip’s cases it was a handjob from Tito. Skip repeated fuck, over and over, hoping the intensity of the rush wasn’t going to keep getting more intense. But that’s exactly what happened, like someone continuously polishing your nob after you’ve cum, pleasure not meant for mere mortals. The meth rush hit first. He fell fast from it, a massive surge of elation jammed into the first few seconds, then ten, sixty…this wasn’t stopping. His stomach almost puked sensing the speed of this unending elation, he couldn’t take one more second of it, but then the hammock of heroin caught him, rocked him, bounced him, swirled him in slow motion, sending his brain out in every direction. His head fell forward. He gripped the table with both hands thinking that would stabilize him. But nothing was stable. Everything was in motion. He saw de Sade crawl over the table toward him and give him a strong, forceful kiss. He stuck his tongue right back as forcefully as he received. De Sade pulled back only an inch to admire Skip’s dilated pupils, the iris so thin, like the corona of a sun in eclipse. “You love it,” he whispered, “don’t you, papi?” “Ah, fuck, yesssss. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuuuck.” The meth made him want to get up but the impulse was countered by the heroin, and he lolled in a no-man’s land of pure bliss, hovering in his body, suspended in a feeling he was floating in a warm bath, wrapped in a cocoon of pleasure, orgasming directly in the grip of God. “Ah, fuck, what is this?” he said dazed, unmoored. This had no relation to his previous life. This was like trying to explain colors to the blind. He looked around this table of men. You have these concepts—bath, floating, orgasm, God, men—but to the uninitiated they remain concepts. Who knew what was inside these words? He now was inside them, felt it all, was it all, was the orgasm, inside the finger, was God. There was no separation between him and the men at the table anymore. He was captive of the rush, which wasn’t going anywhere. Like de Sade’s first grip on him, it wasn’t letting go of him anytime soon. Tito and Knuckles rousted him out of the booth, carrying him, one arm draped over each of their broad shoulders, taking him down, step by enormous step, down to the master cabin. In the master cabin Tito face was now in front of his. Tito held his head, stuck his tongue in his mouth. Ever since the drug hit, Skip felt a moment behind each motion he went through. The delay allowed for something however, a new lack of inhibition, a leaving behind his former self. The snake skin de Sade had promised. Thinking trailed far behind him, desire had free reign. He made out with Tito like a drunken sailor, slobbering, flopping onto his naked chest, pinching his tits, grabbing his crotch, groping his growing pecker through his shorts. Tito laughed at Skip’s wanton intensity, and ripped the kid’s swimsuit off, letting him weaved naked in front of them, holding out an arm for balance or to try to touch Tito again. Between the motion of the ship and his imbalance, he had to be propped up. Knuckles scooped him up like a bride, and laid him on the rubber bed, but not before Skip pulled himself close enough to Knuckles' face and stick his tongue down the large man’s throat. Knuckles was at first surprise, then aroused, then responded forcefully pushing Skip’s face back on the bed with his open mouth. Knuckles looked at the kid, wiped his face, was smitten. No one had ever kissed him like that, especially someone so beautiful. “You like this feeling, Chico?” de Sade asked. Skip nodded his head slowly as he reach up to kiss de Sade again. De Sade push him back. “Papi Chulo is what I’ll be for you this week. You want for nothing.” Skip ran his hands over his own torso. Felt his burning chest, his heart beating wildly under his breast bone, heard de Sade voice like it was underwater. “I make you feel this way from now on, día y noche.” Skip tried to speak but de Sade put his mouth around his erect pole, slid down, down to the root, so just a gasp of air aspirated out. De Sade then stripped as did his men. All were rigid, dripping, ready to take turns fucking the new crew member. There was nothing Skip wouldn’t do in his present state, nothing too debauched. Tito put a leg up on the bed so that his hairy asshole was available for Skip to chew on. A hairy cave was Tito cavern, full of smells of hell’s pit from which Skip greedily ate. The boy spat into it and mixed his saliva with the crust that engulfed Tito’s crack. Knuckles took up where de Sade had left off, and sucked Skip’s tool, while de Sade raised the kid’s legs to eat out his hole. Knuckles rested his head and rubbed Skip’s chest and belly. De Sade’s tongue drilled into Skip’s hole sending waves of fire through Skip’s body. De Sade reach up and started stroking Tito’s dripping cock. Four men became a new creature, a slowly careening, ricocheting embodiment of lust. “How you like partying with us now, papi?” Skip had no words, just nodded deep within Tito’s crack. He felt one long finger drill deep into his hole. It scanned around, greasing his rectum. Then he felt another thicker finger enter him. They worked at first in concert, going in and out alternately. They then joined together and started stretching him, north and south, east and west. Another long finger joined in, then another fat finger. Again, the four fingers stretched his sphincter in all directions. It felt like he’d entered heaven, until two more fingers, one thick, one thin, united with the first four. Now six fingers were filling his hole, pushing in thick viscus lube, pushing it deep into his guts. Of course he’d been fingered before, also fucked, but this was stretching him much wider. The girth of six fingers felt like the width of largest cock that had ever penetrated him. He couldn’t remember whose cock that had been. That was in a time that no longer existed. Only now is what he felt. He barely remember who he was? Skip? Alastair? It didn’t matter, all that mattered was that two more fingers were fusing into his hole. Eight fingers pulled and prodded, ripping his hole open in the most sensual way. He couldn’t resist. Four thick finger came out and the other four went deep inside. A sensation like no other he’d ever felt, a hand it was that went into his body, his rectum accepted it without question, his sphincter clamped on the hairy wrist, which pushed the hand inside another inch. It was impossible. A man’s hand was inside him. It sat there Immobile, massive, the queerest sensation of fullness, pleasurable, yes, uncomfortable, yes, intensely gratifying. What more than yes? And then fingertips moved. “Oh, fuck, daddy,” he cried. “Yes,” he panted. Tito moved his leg over Skip’s torso so he could sit squarely on his face. Skip laid blind within Tito’s hairy, musky butt, and he gratefully ate Tito out, while Tito wanked himself watching de Sade hand push into Skip’s hole. Knuckles laid on his side greasing de Sade’s forearm. Skip had diminished senses operating. The taste and smell of Tito’s rancid butt were two. But Tito’s muscular ass masked Skip’s sight and muffled sound. That left touch. And touch was overpowering everything else. These fingers teased within. He didn’t know what was happening, couldn’t tell if they were going in deeper or being pulled out. When he felt a vast emptiness he knew the hand had been withdrawn, but then a few thicker fingers slid inside. Colder and slipperier lube accompanied these new fleshy fingers. He felt a large hand with insanely large knuckles ripping at his hole. Just part of the hand was fitting inside but was insisting on full penetration. Pain started registering and he started crying out. Tito got off his face, and broke something under his nose. He’d done popper before but this was different, stronger, hit him hard, made him bare down and want those knuckles inside. The hand came out and more lube poured into his open hole. He felt the cold slop turn warm inside him, and the knuckled hand went back in as another snap cracked under his nose. “Take it, papi,” de Sade whispered in the dark, swaying cabin. “Want it.” He wanted, desired, couldn’t live without this hand inside him. Knuckles broke through. Not many could take his fist. He felt the connection that most of the other crew felt all the time with each other. It was rare for him to penetrate and he wasn’t going to waste it. He pulled out almost all the way, stretching Skip’s ass to its widest point, then went back in where he had just been, resting until he felt Skip relax. He slowly twisted his hand, which elicited deep moans from the most beautiful boy he’d ever been with. His cock dripped in his desire for the boy. De Sade bent down and slowly sucked Knuckles' gargantuan member like he done many times before. It sent a passionate frenzy through Knuckles' body and he slowly began pumping his hand into and out of Skip. Skip was in a delirium of mixed sexual agony and ecstasy. Truth be told, he didn’t know what he was feeling, had never felt anything like this in his life, so had nothing to compare it to, he just knew he wanted more. He gave up his body completely, letting Knuckles explore his interior, encouraged him with amorous moans, affirmed the pleasure Knuckles provided, felt Knuckles’ body up with gratitude. With Tito off him he could see Knuckles in the shadows, carefully and lustfully driving his large hand deep and stretching him out. De Sade added two fingers to Knuckles large wrist and rode them along the large man’s forearm as he went back in. Added a third digit on the next thrust of his arm. Skip groaned but not in protest. It was a groan like he’d never made before, surrendering, pleading, begging for more. De Sade added a fourth, and held it in place until Knuckles pulled out completely, causing Skip to yelp, and immediately replaced Knuckles' huge hand with his clenched fist. It went in with little resistance. Skip watch Tito start stroking his cock. The eroticism of simultaneously feeling his insides being stretched in unimaginable ways, while he was getting jerked off by this beautiful criminal, he couldn’t figure out what he’d done to deserve this. He started bucking on de Sade’s arm and into Tito’s fist. De Sade encouraged him. “Sí, papi, let it go. Fuck yourself on my arm. Let Tito get you off,” he said. Skip raised his knees up and slowly pulling himself off de Sade stationary arm before using his weight to slide back down, feeling each single black hair on de Sade’s forearm slide into him, satisfying his fevered hunger. Repeatedly he rose and fell. “Ah, good boy, sí. Show us how a puta likes to take it.” Tito broke another capsule under Skip’s nose and Skip increased his rhythm and flailed on de Sade’s arm in greedy abandon. He couldn’t get enough of the sensation, the expansion in his bowels that unnerved him and unveiled his inner pig. “Fuck, yeah, daddy. Fist that hole, give me a crater, wreck it, fuck yeah, destroy that hole,” he shouted. “Hold him,” de Sade said. Tito took one leg and Knuckles the other. “Sí, I will.” Skip laid back on the rubber sheets and scanned the faces of Knuckles and Tito. He was puzzled why they looked so concern. De Sade put the nozzle of the lube bottle inside his hole and squeezed an insane amount till it oozed out. He slid one hand inside and added two fingers from his other hand along his wrist, pushed in, then pulled out. De Sade slid in his other hand into to the gaping hole adding four fingers of his other hand. He pushed in deep and held it there. He pulled out and slid his first hand back inside, rose on his haunches, and pushed his immense dark, eel of a dick inside, slithering his cock along his arm until his head crowned into his palm deep inside Skip’s bowels. De Sade started playing with his uncut meat, squeezing his foreskin over his glans like he enjoyed when he was jerking himself off solo. Well, he was jerking off, it was all just surrounded by the boy’s colon. It didn’t take him long. Tito cracked some amyl under de Sade’s nostrils and then shared a second with Skip. That got Skip to start humping de Sade’s fist and cock ferociously, which, in turn, excited de Sade. De Sade increased the rapidity and depth of his strokes, until, seeing Skip’s silent, distorted face, he convulsed, shooting multiple times, pumping his fist deep in Skip’s hole each time he shot another wad. Skip’s body absorbed the shocks, each time howling, unable to make sense of what was happening to him. Tito stroked his cock furiously on the last of de Sade seizures, and the kid, in delirium, shot across the room, white webs of cum clinging to the headboard. After de Sade wiped sweat from his eyes, he needed to piss. Having the boy still attached made him a perfect receptacle. He waited until he had a steady flow, then played with his piss stream, pinching his slit, then letting it burst with a fierce gush. Skip definitely felt pin prickly gushes in his gut—a burning hot sensation along his colon walls—and since it was all chem piss, it absorbed directly into his system. He got higher, if that was still possible, hornier, more deviant. But to be real for a minute, with the more potent chemicals rapidly filling his body, his consciousness was starting to fade. There are diminishing returns with too much of a good thing, and Skip was reaching that limit, but not before de Sade slithered out his dick and tried inserting a second fist. The effects of chem piss brought out a manic desperation. Skip tried, determined to take de Sade’s second fist. He bore down, pushed, strained, with de Sade assisting, applying pressure on his end. De Sade withdrew both fists, and reinserted the first fist going deep. He then eased in the second hand gliding down the inserted wrist, but was held in check by the flesh above his thumb. Tito snapped one last capsule and Skip inhaled deeply. His ass relaxed with his desire at its peak. Two fist were inside Skip. A feeling of massive fullness, even a sense of utter completion, he look up at de Sade knowing what was inside him, which spread a smile across his face. Tito and Knuckles would take turns after de Sade was finished. The next morning Khan would have his chance and the cycle would begin again. Seven days would pass by the time the yacht anchored in Veracruz, his hole completely broken, ready for his new life. Skip never became fully consciousness again. Once they reached their destination, de Sade held an auction and Skip was sold to the highest bidder. His new owner kept him permanently drugged, selling him nightly as the fuck junky he was now destined to be. “Roll credits. Flash disclaimer. The end,” said Manetti. *** “What?! No-no-no-no-no.” Tobias cried out appalled. “Michael, that’s your ending? What is wrong with you? That is completely unacceptable.” Tobias was ticked. Mitchel looked over at the two mortician’s who wore sinister sneers on their faces. Drax was, as always, inscrutable. Only Jamal blinked in confusion at Manetti’s ending. “Well, how would you end it?” Manetti asked Tobias, having just spent the last half hour improvising his ass off, trying to spin a tale of how Drax could buy a boat and make a porn film on it, dreaming up what kind of porn film it could be. Yeah, that’s his story! He was out on the island to buy Drax a boat. That’s why he didn’t come back to the apartment last night. He, of course, would have first gotten Drax’s okay, naturally, it was his money after all. Manetti was just being an entrepreneur. He’d been scouting out possibilities, locations. Yeah, Skippy and the Pirate—just a concept, he stressed—was the type of film Drax could shoot. “Okay,” Manetti capitulated to Tobias, “maybe not sell Skippy as a sex slave if that bothers you.” Roger suggested that Skippy in the House of Whores, might be an interesting sequel. Boris chortled at that. “I feel betrayed!” Tobias was unrelenting. “What a sick, twisted little mind you have, Michael Manetti. You don’t do that to the main character. Not if you cared…” “Tobias, stop,” Boris interrupted the man’s rant. “Mother, get her smelling salts. She’s about to faint. Tobias, bubbe. When was the last time you actually cared about a character in a porn film? I’ll tell you when. Never. The kind of collections I have at home?” He held up a wagging finger. “Not one redeemable character. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’ll tell you one thing: I don’t watch porn for plots. Climaxes yes, plots no.” “In our line of work,” Roger injected, “it’s actually refreshing to see someone get used by scores of men for no particular reason. It counteracts the savagery that comes to us regularly from the city’s morgue.” Both morticians nodded gravely. “You can’t begin to imagine the real horror people inflict on each other.” That actually got an eyebrow raise from Drax. Tobias still had a fisheye trained on Manetti. “What?” Manetti barked. It was Manetti’s turn to feign hurt. (Secretly he felt relieved his story caused so much vexation. Perhaps it was enough to distract Drax and ward off suspicion—that he’d cooked up a story convincing enough, that buying Drax a boat for a porn shoot was potentially plausible. It could happen, he reasoned.) “It’s just a stupid story, Tobias, enough to get you from one fuck scene to the next.” “But just look at Chris,” Tobias said pointing to the boy. They all looked at Chris whose dick was so hard it was purple. “You’ve totally corrupted him with your lurid tales. And the only character that might have any redeeming quality you heartlessly sell as a junky for life. Unconscionable.” Manetti saw the kid was definitely in a state. “You know I’m just pulling shit out of my ass, don’t ya kid?” Admittedly he was a little shock the kid sported such a big hardon from a pretty tawdry story. “I thought the pirate was going to make him part of his crew,” Chris said almost wounded. Regarding Manetti through his thick coke-bottle glasses, Mitchel agreed, “Yes, Michael, that would make a better ending. If you’ll allow me to get a little Freudian, dear, a bit of your subconscious is showing.” Manetti quickly looked away. “If Skippy is Chris, and the pirate is a stand-in for you, I think your ending betrays a conflicted moral compass. Do you want to corrupt or are you seeking to redeem?” Manetti refused to meet his gaze. “I’m Skippy?” Chris asked startled. “Okay, okay. The pirate makes Skippy part of the crew, in fact, he made him his cabin boy. Satisfied?” Manetti said exasperatedly. “No, Chris, you’re not Skippy. Mitchel’s the one now pulling shit out of his ass.” Roger turned to Boris. “Mmm, the pirate and the cabin boy. Very Treasure Island.” “Treasure Island equals awesome,” Chris squeeled to the morticians, “Mike, you’d be a great Long John Silver.” “I’d say,” mumbled Roger. Tobias just shook his head in dismay. “I know it only two o’clock but I’m parched. Anyone else care for a cocktail,” Tobias asked the room. “Sweetheart?” he asked Mitchel. “School night, Pumpkin. We need to get back. I have papers to grade.” Mitchel spotted Crusher wheeling his suitcase through the courtyard. “A short one,” Boris said, looking at Roger. “Make it two, but if you have any plastic cups from the party, let’s use those. We need to be going.” Tobias swept out of the room. “So,” Mitchel said, getting off the couch, passing Drax with a wary eye. He unlocked the sliding door, and instantly a cool Atlantic breeze floated in. “Alastair von Ingerschleben. Where did that come from?” he asked Manetti in passing. “Crusher, bring me the franchise papers to look over this week,” he yelled. “Will do. Thanks Mitch. Great party. Kisses to the Misses,” called Crusher, wheeling his suitcase over the coy pond bridge. Mitchel didn’t like Drax in his house, but he was amused by Michael’s improvised story. The cool breeze brought a briny smell of the sea with it. Wallace rose, his tail wagging, sniffing the salty air. “Alastair Inge was this snooty kid on my high school wrestling team,” Manetti said, shrugging his shoulders. “Never liked him.” “Although apparently you remember many details about him,” Mitchel teased. He sat back on the couch and lit a lilac scented candle on the coffee table. The closed room, or perhaps it was Drax’s mere presence, left an unpleasant, lingering odor. Manetti wasn’t sure how or if Drax was buying any of this, so he tested the waters. “So you see, Master Drax, I was telling these guy you wanted to buy a boat to make an outdoor porn film.” “And why on earth would I ever want to do that,” Drax laughed. He got up waving the candle scent away from him, and roamed around the room. He examined objects on the display case—a fine china vase, a few first edition books—finally landing his hand on top of Chris’ blond head. “How was your night, Christian? Did you and Michael have fun at the party?” “Yes, we did, Master Drax,” Chris said. “There were all these fireflies, but they should really be called fire-beetles, ‘cause they’re beetles and not flies at all. And they wiggle their butts to attract mates. And that’s what I did all night. I attracted lots of mates with my butt.” Drax chuckled. “I’m sure you did, child,” Drax said as he regarded Manetti. “The things he’s learned since he’s been with you, Michael. What clever, clever boys I have,” he snickered darkly. Drax’s mirthless laugh had a chilling effect on the room. Although Chris seemed oblivious, the morticians and Mitchel stiffened as they sat. Manetti guarded his emotions, still trying to assess where he stood with Drax. Drax said to Mitchel, with insipid friendliness, “We’ve been sitting here for so long listening to Michael’s tall tale of boats and pirates, we never got around to proper introductions. I don’t know these dapper gentlemen, but something about them tells me I should like to know them better. Would you be so kind, Professor, as to make the introductions?” Mitchel looked like he had something foul in his mouth, but he introduced Boris and Roger, nevertheless. Tobias came back with three gin and tonics for himself and his two guests in red plastic cups. “And who is this fine strapping lad?” Drax inquired after the Great Dane. He placed a hand on the dog’s face. The animal slapped his tail against the sliding glass window several times. “That’s our Wallace,” Roger admitted proudly. Boris fidgeted uncomfortably. Drax watched both men curiously. “Mr. Drax, can I offer you coffee, or a cocktail perhaps?” Tobias offered. “So kind of you, Mr. Glass, but no. I’m still trying to understand why Michael and Christian are out here and not back home in New York where they were supposed to be after…” “We had invited Michael,” Mitchel interrupted. “Our special guests of the night and he brought Chris along with him.” “Yes,” Tobias picked up from Mitchel, “for our Towel Party. You are familiar with our annual event, certainly.” “Most certainly. Legendary, I believe. I had hoped some of it was still going on. I had Jamal pack the camera just in case. You can imagine my disappointment that all the guests had departed. Still, maybe we can improvise something. It’s true, gentlemen. No one wants porn to have stories, especially stories with silly names, and pirates and boats. No, what we want is nameless men to simply fuck and be fucked, or fist, or jerk off, suck, pee, tie each other up, beat each other with whips, and do the most astonishing things to one another. To just come into a room, a room like this one, and show us something we want to see. Perhaps shock us by showing something we’ve always wanted to do, or, at the very least, wanted to witness. The only satisfying ending in porn, Michael, is a happy ending—someone or everyone needs to cum. That’s all one needs to get to the credits. Let me demonstrate.” Drax leaned over as an aside to the morticians, “Knowing our boy, this won’t take long.” The morticians snickered. “No plot, simply a naked boy with an erection, gentlemen. Observe. Christian?” he said, while pointing to Jamal to get the camera ready. “I wonder if you would show us what so many men have done to you lately. Maybe start by sitting on my fist. Just frame him, Jamal, and my hand. I’m sure, Christian, our guests would like a little entertainment. No plot, gentlemen. Just spectacle.” Jamal had the camera rolling. Christian rose fingering his butt, but Mitchel quickly stood up and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Our guests, Mister Drax, would not like a little entertainment. While our debauchery knows no bounds—we have, after all, our house filled with it last night—but let me point out first, I have no wish for our compound to be the setting for one of your little films. Second, I don’t appreciate a lecture on lechery. I grant you none of us knows the subject better than you, but spare us such a crass demonstration of licentiousness using this young boy simply to prove your capacity to corrupt. You, sir, are corruption—we’ve never had a doubt about that.” Mitchel looked at the two mortician’s who had been leaning in, ready for a show, but now looked despondent. “Sir,” Mitchel said to Drax, “during the time it takes us to escort our guests back to their boat, I would very much appreciate if you wrap up your business with Michael, quickly, and be gone before we get return. Chris, it was an honor and privilege to have you with us. Michael, please call me and we’ll have lunch. There are some outstanding issues that need to be resolved. Gentlemen, Wallace, Sweetheart, after you.” With that Mitchel opened the door for the disappointed mortician’s, their dog, and Tobias who had his hand lovingly over his heart. Tobias stopped at the sliding door and planted a kiss on his husband. Drax said nothing, showed no emotion, but his face was red with fury. “Of course, Professor. We shall be done momentarily, and will leave, all of us, and remove ourselves from your premises.” “Thank you. Mister Drax,” replied Mitchel. He slid the screen door behind him. “Jamal, put away the camera.” Drax was seething, but remained wooden. He stood next to the display case and with one finger pushed a blue and white porcelain vase off its shelf, which Manetti leapt to catch before it hit the floor. “It would be a pity if a candle fell and lit this rug and the entire complex on fire!” Drax shouted the last word, then immediately caught himself. “What do you think, Michael? Should I set things right now or at a more suitable hour?” Manetti pushed the vase back against the wall. “I think if you did anything Mitchel would sue the shit out of you, honestly, if there were even one singe on his carpet,” Manetti replied. “He doesn’t practice, but he’s still on the board of his old firm and well connected.” “He could sue, yes, possibly, unless some accident befell him,” Drax countered. “An ex-con, say, that still held a grudge, a student he flunked who sought revenge, even a random homeless derelict could accosted him on his way home from a late night class. A shiv on a darkened street…” “Alright, enough!” Manetti growled, the first time he ever stood up in all the years he’d known Drax. Drax gave Manetti an ice cold stare. Manetti knew he crossed a line, maybe his second for not coming back to the apartment last night. “Forget about it, Master Drax, let’s just leave. I have your money, and it’s even more than you thought.” He felt—he hoped—the news might deflect him. “How much more?” “Chris, go get it,” Manetti said. “It turns out Chris found two…” “Two hundred thousand dollars in the vent, Master Drax!” he exclaimed, jumping up as if he couldn’t contain himself. “I put the money in my gym bag like you told me to, and hid it before the party.” “Two hundred, you say?” Drax asked surprised. He forgot Mitchel’s rudeness for the moment. Between the money and watching the boy jump up and down so excitedly, pulling on his delightfully semi-erect penis, it put Drax in a better humor. “Go. Fetch it, child,” he said, waving his hand. He watched Chris scampered out the door, jump off the deck, and disappear underneath the cabana. Chris quickly located his green bag. He took out almost all the packets of wrapped hundred dollar bills, each packet ten thousand, and left twenty of them in the gym bag. He dug a big hole in the sand and pushed all the money he’d poached in it. He spied a big palm frond lying under the deck. He grabbed it and laid it over the one million eight hundred thousand dollars, and then pushed the sand back to bury the loot. He smiled seeing as how he now was the pirate with his own buried treasure. He took a stick and marked it with a big X. He scurried from under the cabana, ran over and promptly placed his gym bag with its two hundred grand into Drax’s outstretched hands. Drax couldn’t be more pleased. Nor could Manetti.

Thank you all for sticking with me. Yes, I wasn’t aware of some of the site's guideline. That’s on me. I like the site a lot and wouldn’t want to put it at risk. The installment was taken down and I thank @drscorpio for not killing the story and letting me re-edit it. It’s long and still needs to be tightened up, but it’ll follow the guidelines of the site. Thanks again for all who posted. I saw your messages but couldn’t say anything till now. That said, I hope you enjoy the next installment, which should be up soon.

Part 18 　 We laid together like that for awhile, cuddling and kissing. I could still feel his cock agains my hole as it didn't seem to be going down much. Neither of us wanted to move and break the spell. It had felt the best yet. I broke off the kiss and told him, "WOW, that was even better than before. I almost wish you would have cum in my mouth, though, as I wanted to taste someone else's cum one time." Instead of answering, he just climbed up and sat on my chest and stuck his cock next to my lips and then said, "Lick it off and you can see if you like it." I guess I had realized he had cum against my ass, but not that it was so much as his cock was coated with it. I reached my tongue out and licked it and then swallowed all his cock I could to suck it all off. The taste was great and he was still hard and getting harder as I sucked it. He was moaning now in pleasure. He looked down in my eyes and said, "that really feels good. I just wish it was in your amazing hole. I bet that would be the best feeling ever." I still did not think that was what I wanted and just sucked him all the harder. I wanted a full load of his cum in my mouth once and was determined to get it. Hank threw his head back and was loving what I was doing. As I was sucking him he slowly, without withdrawing his cock from my mouth, turned around and his head again went down on my cock. I almost climbed out of my skin from the wonderful sensations of his mouth and tongue. I found myself trying to return the same movements to his cock. I could hardly believe my cock had come up again so soon. The pleasure I was feeling was beyond anything I could have imagined. We continued devouring each other for a good 15 minutes more and then just as the tingle in my balls was starting to come around again, I could feel his cock getting bigger and harder also. I knew we were both ready to cum again. I could feel his fingers at my hole again, too, much slicker now from, I guess, his cum being all over my ass. Then it was there and my orgasm came with another huge flood of cum and only about a second or two later my mouth was flooded with his cum and I felt his fingers entering me again, driving my orgasm even higher. What a feeling. He stroked his fingers in and out of my hole and I could feel my cum pump even more with every thrust. Then, as before, he withdrew, turned around and planted his lips against mine. A big cummy kiss from both of us and again I could tell his cock seemed to still be quite hard. His hands were still holding my ass off of the bed and then I felt his cock against my hole again. He pushed before I could move and the head definitely popped into my hole then. The pain of that huge invasion made me clamp down and I know I was screaming into his mouth but it was muffled by the kiss. I pushed him hard and it came back out of me, but was still hard against my hole and I could feel it still throbbing there. I pushed him away then and said, "I don't think I am ready for that and if I was we would need a rubber for that." He looked almost pained and said, "I want in there, but I never use a rubber, ever. I don't like the feel of them and doubt if you would either. Bare always feels so much better. You can feel everything then. Please, think about it as I want to be your first time so badly and I guarantee you that it will feel way better than these BJs. Much better." I could only stare and could not believe it would be a lot better than his BJs as they were the best feeling I had ever had. With that said he leaned towards me and we kissed and cuddled some more and then he got up. I got up also, and as I bent over to pickup my underwear, he moved against me, pulling me close as his cock slid up against my crack and gave me a huge hug. He ground his cock against my ass for a few more seconds and then let go and got dressed and told me, "see you again, soon, I hope. You are coming along so well and I love being with you and that amazing body of yours."

THURS., MARCH 8/18 --> LIGHTS LOW @Steamworks Toronto Since this weekend was going to be busy with work, I decided to go to Steamworks Toronto for their Thursday LIGHTS LOW experience. I needed cum to be blasted into me as well as I needed to blast in some anon guy. Each Thursday brings a whole new crop of guys to play with. You, guys, should know I love to rim bubblebutt. In the dark rooms I got my wish. SO TASTY!! I got my first dick in me (I did prepare by douching, so I was cleaned out well!) within the first 15 minutes. I was in the front dark gloryhole area with the slurp ramp. I was back against one gloryhole and I felt a finger or two seeing if I was lubed up and ready for raw cock. The guy played with my hole by shoving his dick ever so deeper into me. He plunged into me several times. After the last time, he came out and smiled at me. Nice in-shape black guy with a long narrow dick. Hell, I didn't mind. He said that he came in me. I was happy! In the back narrow dark room I did get fucked again and seeded by an anon guy. I wanted to clean off his dick to thank him but he disappeared quite quickly. He did kiss the back of my neck after cumming in me. Load #2. I was fucking a younger guy anonymously. His ass muscles milked my dick, and you know what happens. A win-win! He got my saved load and I got to unload in him. No questions, just bare SEX. Next post - March 17th 10PM-3AM BB Sex Party @Club120

Chapter one: Monday: conclusion. Five minutes left until closing time. The sauna was empty except for me, the cleaning was done. All I was doing was sat contemplating what to do. I locked the front door and shut down the pc. Home time. Or sex time. Whichever I decided to do. I left the building locking the staff door behind me. As I fumbled with the lock I heard a scuffling behind me and before I could turn around an arm hooked around my neck and breath warmed my cheek... "Are you the dirty whore I've been told to expect? Don't bother answering it makes no difference. You are leaving here with my gift regardless." I started to struggle but his arm pulled back and my air was slowly being cut off. In my panic I felt his hand pull my shorts down and a finger slide in me. "Ooh still wet. Naughty boy. Let's make you gush." Before I could even really take in what was happening he was balls deep pumping hard. Grunting. His arm snaked from around my neck and grabbed the back of my head. Suddenly he slammed my head straight into the wall and star exploded in front of my eyes. I heard a gasp and felt my hole get slicker. "Youre coming with me." Dazed and unable to fight back I was lifted over his shoulder, my keys still in the door, my phone slipped from my shorts and clattered to the floor. "Don't worry boy you won't be needed that anymore, where you are going the only thing you'll be worried about it your hole being bred." Slowly darkness crept into my vision and the blackness of unconscious ate me up.

Part 13 　 Hank, my new neighbor and owner of the duplex, also, had just given me, a straight guy the best bj I had ever had. On top of that he had just revealed to me that just as I was cumming down his throat, he had rammed 4 fingers up my ass, which had made my orgasm so strong I was still laying here spent and trying to wrap my mind around that. As I lay there, he started to slowly work his way up my body with small kisses, getting to my chest he went for a nipple and nibbled on it for a few seconds also, causing me to shake and moan in pleasure. He continued upwards, across my nect and then planted a big kiss on my lips which I was powerless to resist and returned it just as passionately as he gave. My legs were still wide apart and as he was kissing me I could feel his big hard cock between my ass cheeks. It felt huge. It was right against my hole and I could feel the wetness of his precum slithering around me. His cock was pushing against the opening, trying to get in my ass, when I came to my senses. He was trying to fuck me. I pushed against his chest saying, "No, don't do that." He stopped and held still. I could feel his cock throbbing, but he stopped and pulled back. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I am so hard and horny and I need to release, too." I shook my head though as I was not ready for that. The bj was magnificent but all out gay sex? No way. He continued to just kind of rub his cock up and down my ass crack for a bit and then I felt his cock getting even harder and his breathing more erratic. Then I felt a lot of wetness between my cheeks and then on my legs as he pulled back a little and he was cumming like crazy. He moaned his pleasure and then clamped his lips on mine again and we kissed till he was fully spent all over me. He then raised his head up and looking me in the eyes said, "maybe another time, soon, I hope." Then he rolled off of me and pulled me to my side and again, kissed me deeply and we lay there kissing and cuddling for at least another hour. As we laid there making out, I thought, wow, this has been a crazy day. I was completely straight to start the day and then had been given the two best blow jobs of my life, by a guy, and he had cum all over my ass and legs. What did this mean? My hole was still on fire from his fingers, too, and it hurt but felt, good?, in some way too. I needed time to think about this. I noticed it had become dark out and looking at the clock noticed it was already after 9pm. Wow, where did the time go? I moved around to get up and Hank pulled me down for another kiss. I returned it but quickly and got up. I said, "hey, it is getting late. We better get up." He got up then and asked, "so, what are you going to do now?" I said, "I am kind of covered in cum down there, I had better go take a shower." He grinned at me and asked, "yeah, I have a lot on me too, mind if I join you?" I had no idea what to say but nodded ok and headed upstairs with Hank right behind me.

As a top I’m becoming very frustrated that bottoms send dick pics ,I’m not interested in your dick. its your ass I want to see , ideally with spread cheeks and a cum filled hole. For me that’s the biggest turn on and tells me your a slut , my first question if some one contacts me for a instant hook up is “got a load in you “ if so I’m round in a flash. i guess that’s why I like dark rooms , I can almost always find a freshly fucked a.

My partner and I did a long weekend down south to get away from the cold. We try to do this as often as possible in the winter. Stayed at a gay resort in FTL, clothing optional, with a nice pool and hot tub area. The weather was pretty decent while we were there, so the pool area was active most afternoons and evenings. There was a nice mix of guys in their 40s, 50s and 60s at the resort, and it appeared some men came in on a day pass. There’s no playroom at this place, but that doesn’t slow down the sexual energy. There’s plenty of friskiness to be enjoyed. Some guys are very friendly, while there are always a few who just keep to themselves. One afternoon they hosted a little happy hour out by the pool. Nothing fancy, but still a nice opportunity to have a few cocktails and chat with other guys. My partner Shane and I threw on our bathing suits and joined the milling crowd. I chatted with a couple guys from Texas and MInnesota who were spending a couple weeks down there. I also appreciated the bartender was a heavy pourer and I was starting to enjoy a little buzz. Shane was chatting it up with some guys near the hot tub. He looked hot standing there in his blue speedo, his ample cock filling out the front nicely. There were casuals pets and tugs happening around the happy hour as guys flirted with one another. About 45 minutes into the event, I noticed an older bearish guy, silver-white hair, husky, with a trim beard wearing an orange speedo come up behind Shane and start rubbing his shoulders. I recognized the guy as someone who had been around the pool last night, and had chatted with Shane and a few others. He was charismatic and humorous, as I remembered, though I couldn’t recall much about him. I grabbed another drink and joined another conversation. I noticed that the daddy continued rubbing Shane’s shoulders, but was now also slowly grinding against Shane’s ass. Shane for his part had stopped participating in the conversation near him, and was slipping into his non-verbal sexual state. His hands reached back and touched the silver-haired daddy who was methodically seducing him. He started grinding his ass back against the guy’s bulging speedo, which was no longer completely containing the hardon. Finally I saw the guy lean toward Shane’s ear, say something, and Shane silently nodded. They quickly disappeared through the foliage, and then I caught of glimpse of them making their way to the guest rooms. It looked like they may head to our room. I chatted a few minutes more as the bar was closing up for happy hour. Guys were discussing dinner plans. I took that opportunity to slip away and head toward our room. I listened at the door, and thought I heard noise inside — tough to always tell through these metal doors. I unlocked the door quietly and stepped inside quickly and silently so as not to disturb anything. There was an intense sexual energy in the room. Shane was already impaled on the guy’s cock, the bear laying on his back on the bed while Shane bucked and bounced on his thick meat. He was riding hard, grunting and breathing heavy as he took that cock. The bear pushed a bottle of poppers under Shane’s nose — “Take a good hit, boy. You’ll need it.” Shane’s face was a total cock lust — a look I’ve seen plenty of times. I knew he was totally captivated by this guy’s dick inside him, and was going to do whatever he told. The bear obviously figured that out, too. ”Ride it, boy. This is what you wanted. Daddy’s cock in your hole.” i started jerking off,tucked behind a screen off the side of the room where I wouldn’t be intrusive. I love watching Shane get fucked, and this promised to be a hot show. Shane leaned forward, bracing his arms against the bear’s chest. The guy started thrusting upward hard and deep, driving grunts and gasps out of his bottom boy. They fucked intensely for nearly 10 minutes as I watched. Then Shane slowed down and slid off. The cock that emerged from his ass was like a torpedo — no wonder he was making so much noise getting fucked! It looked to be 7 1/2-8 inches long, and was girthy all around the middle before tapering to a nice head that could penetrate the tightest hole. Shane collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto his back. The bear was up and kneeling in front of Shane. “Show me your hole.” Shane complied, raising his legs and spreading them to expose his hole. The bear positioned himself and plunged inside, driving a gasp from Shane. “That’s it boy. It’s supposed to hurt a little. You knew you wanted this cock down by the pool. Now take it.” The guy proceeded to fuck Shane senseless. He was pounding hard, his balls slapping against Shane’ ass — I could hear it across the room — using the younger man’s ass for his pleasure. I could almost feel what Shane was experiencing in his ass. The thick raw cock stretching his hole wide, filling him with each plunging thrust, feeling empty each time it pulled out, and desperate to have it inside him again. He was completely given over to the ecstasy being fucked, and anticipating what more was to come. “I’m gonna mark your ass, boy. That’s right. You’re gonna be bred.” Shane looked up excitedly, breathing heavy with his hot body spread wide open for the pounding he was taking. The bear was grunting, a deep, growling sound. “Oh, boy. You’re gonna be my cumdump. That’s what you wanted down by the pool. Wasn’t it?” Shane was beyond being able to speak — he just nodded excitedly, breathing heavy, and looking with total surrender at the guy using him. The bear pounded into him, his thrusts fast and powerful. He was going for the gold here. He let out a string of grunts, his body slamming hard into Shawn’s spread ass, holding it there for a second, and then thrusting again as he grunted. He was unleashing streams of cum inside Shane’s waiting ass. He gave a feel final thrusts, relishing the tight, warm hole he’d been using. Then he pulled out, shuffled up the bed to Shane head, “Clean off Daddy’s dick,” and he pushed his raw cock into Shane’s open mouth. “ That’s it. Clean every drop of cum off it. Taste your ass on my dick.” Shane moaned his agreement, never taking his mouth off the cock that had just bred him. “That’s it, boy. I knew you were a cum whore. That’s eat. Show me how much you loved Daddy’s cock.” The energy in the room was fading. Shane would not cum, and the bear had no further use for him at the moment. He’d seduce Shane again the next night, and take him to a friend’s room where they would both breed his hot ass. Shane would describe to me how they passed him back and forth, fucking his face and ass until they both filled him with their cum. This is one of the reasons I love staying at gay resorts and on gay cruises. If you enjoyed this story of our exploits, let me know with a message and/or an uprating. I’ll keep sharing so long as people are reading — and hopefully getting off to them.

I once went to grocery and liquor store on way home from bookstore. Both places I had some weird stares from folks, but as I was leaving the liquor store the middle aged cashier was visibly pissed and told me to "try looking in a damned mirror soon". I got to my truck in parking lot, and in the mirror I could see two distinct HUGE ropes of cum in my beard. One short rope on the side and one about 3" long right under my chin. Half dried but still visibly ropes of cum. I was embarrassed then, but by the time I got home I couldn't jerk off fast enough. I know my beard kept me from feeling the cum against my skin, but am wondering if anyone has had a similar experience?

Hey last night stopped by the adult video store. Was pretty much dead and after ten minutes of waiting decided to call it quits and head home, but then walked in a guy whom I blown before cute guy mood twenties possibly early thirties. Tight dark skinned body with a wonderful long uncut cock. We went into the booth I got down took him in my mouth and worshipped his dick until he came. I do hope one day he tops me mmmm.

never been fucked with a pa but want to try so badly

CHICAGO - Been a while, guys. Tonight I am in Chicago for work, by Midway airport. I took one anonymous load from a 32 year old married guy with a fat uncut cock. After he nutted in me he messaged me on Grindr letting me know he'd never barebacked a guy before and was asking all kinds of questions about how he performed. Haha, gotta love the newbies. Need I say that he nutted in me after fucking me for less than 60 seconds? I don't care, I got the load, that's all I cared about! To explain why I've been gone for a while from posting.... I've been dating/fucking a local guy back home that does porn. He's a bottom and every time I see him I put at least 2 loads in his ass. He posted a video of us fucking on his website but I can't share who it is at this point. But trust me, I enjoy breeding him very much and hope to get some good pics/videos to share with you guys soon! Happy Breeding!

Part 12 　 Deep in my mind I was wondering what I was doing, but my cock was hard from the memory of that earlier bj. I wanted that release again. It had been way too long since I had been laid and I know my cum needed release. I just kind of reasoned, there is nothing wrong with a good blow job. We entered my place and just went into the livingroom. Hank let loose of my hand then and took me by the shoulders and turned me around facing him. He then leaned forward and gently brought his mouth towards mine. He kissed me as his hand reached between us and and grabbed my cock through my shorts. I started to moan and his tongue immediately entered my mouth in a deep passionate kiss then. His hand rubbing my cock through the material of my shorts had me throbbing in no time and returning his kiss with almost as much passion as he was giving. Then he let loose of me and took ahold of my shorts and started to push them down. Just as soon as my cock popped out of them, he stopped and grabbed my cock again and stroked it easy and slowly. Then with his other hand he started to pull my tshirt up and then breaking the kiss momentarily he pulled it up and off of me and threw it on the floor. Then he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth and pulled my shorts the rest of the way down and I stepped out of them. He then stood up again and took his clothes off too and soon we were both naked. As soon as he got the last of his clothes off, he stepped to me again and his mouth found mine again for another kiss as he slowly pushed and guided my backwards until I felt the edge of my couch on the back of my legs. Very gently he pushed me down without breaking off the kiss until I was sitting on the couch and he was kneeling in front of me. His mouth then left mine as he started to kiss his way down, across my chin, to my neck and then to my chest. As he got to my chest he veered a little to the side and I felt his mouth engulf one of my nipples just as his hand started to stroke my cock again. He nibbled and even bit a little on my nipple and the feelings while his hand caressed my cock sent chills throughout my body. It felt amazing. Then he again started a downward trip of kisses across my stomach and then he bent my cock upwards more and his mouth took the head of my cock in. My back arched up clear off of the couch with that feeling. Then he pushed my legs apart and moved closer to me, still sucking on just the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and my head fell back. I could not move hardly from the wonderful sensations I was feeling. He then took ahold of my legs with his hands and raised them up and over his shoulders and pulled me even further down onto my back. His mouth never left the head of my cock and his tongue was swirling around it also. It was fantastic. Then, oh so slowly, his head started down and my cock disappeared into his mouth and then into his throat as he swallowed it all. I almost came unglued then. He was going ever so slowly up and down on my cock and running his tongue all over and around it. Then he pulled back off and my eyes opened wide from the loss of that pleasure and I looked down at him. He grinned and said, "I hope you are liking this, as it has just started and now you are going to get the full treatment I told you about before." After saying that, I watched as his head went down again and he licked my cock up and down. Then his mouth went lower and he took my balls in his mouth and sucked them as one of his hands stroked my cock. My back arched upwards, again, and my heels pushed on his back and raised my as off of the couch completely. He sucked my balls for just a minute or two and then, releasing them, his tongue kept going lower and his hands had grabbed me keeping my ass off of the couch. Then I felt his tongue on my hole, tickling it and then slowly it seemed to be trying to get in my so very tight hole. He kissed and licked and slobbered all over my hole and up and down the crack of my ass a little and I was being driven wild and was now starting to move my ass around with him and thrusting at his tongue every time it got to my hole. Then I could feel one of his fingers slightly probing at my hole, too. The moisture he had slobbered all over there made it just slick enough, I felt the tip of his finger start to enter me. I was frozen and couldn't move. The feeling was nothing I had ever felt before and it was magnificent. As his finger continued to circle around and around, opening my hole a little more at a time, his mouth then started back up towards my ball and then to the base of my cock. His tongue then licked its way up to the head and as it got there, his mouth opened up and he swallowed my cock to the base in one gulp. The feelings I was getting made me wild and I was thrusting up and down with every time his mouth was going up and down. I could feel every bump on his tongue and his finger entering my hole further and further, too. His finger then was probing around and around and I felt it hit my prostate at the same time as his mouth hit the base of my cock. I was impaled and thrashing around then. His mouth was going faster and faster on my cock and his finger was going in and out of my hole faster, also. I felt like I was losing my mind it was so wonderful. I was soon feeling the tingle that meant I was going to cum. I gasped to him, "I am going to cum soon." He went even faster then with his mouth and his finger. I felt the unmistakable feeling start as my cock got harder yet and then I yelled, "here it comes." I exploded my cum out of my balls, up my shaft and into his mouth. At the same time I felt something more, too, as his finger seemed to get bigger in my ass, but then I realized he had all at once rammed more into me. I thought I had cum a gallon by the time I was done. He was slowly licking my cock and easing his fingers in and out of my hole as I was coming down from the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I looked down at his smiling face then. He was watching me closely. He then asked, "was that as good as I told you?" I could hardly reply with, "It was more." He then asked how I liked his fingers and I could only nod yes. He then said, "I had to try it and just as you were cumming, I couldn't resist and rammed 4 of my fingers in you. I hope you liked them?" I was shocked speechless. 4 fingers in me?

My ass likes a Pounding, the harder the fuck the better, if my Ass is bloody afterward so be it. I'll be satisfied and so will my top just as long as his cum is dripping out my bloody hole!

Thanks everyone... your kind words are helpful and appreciated. They help my juices get flowing. Creative juices those are of course. ;-). ?

Craigslist ad was Chub for BBC. Pic of my ass I hope was alluring. Me in a jockstrap. Big, beefy, pale ass. Guy responds with body and dick pics, one of five or six responses. A couple flakes, and one pic exchange where I wasn't his type after all. Honest mistake, and good luck out there, buddy. So this guy responds, and he's got a good sized cock. It's pretty big in the photos, but 8 or 9 inches, can't tell and honestly, doesn't matter as long as it's owner is proud of what he has and what it can do. We exchanged emails and he said he could come over as soon as a friend picked up keys. Less than a half hour. Something like that, one of those things guys say when they intend to flake out. He seemed okay and into me during our meager exchange, so I said sure. Hit me up. I also thought the encounter may not happen because I asked for us to use condoms. I know that this makes part of the story unpopular, but I wouldn't be posting this story if things didn't go as I had asked. I love bare--always prefered. But I'm not a bathhouse guy. Not that there's anything wrong with that - I jerk off to those stories too and admire those dudes. Warriors. But I'm uh...shyer. I fantasize about having three guys loads in me at once, because I haven't even had two different guys' cum in me at once. And I'd love to make this fantasy come true. So, I asked if condoms were okay. I didn't want to tell him that if we hit it off, maybe we'd end up condom-free somewhere down the road, two or three encounters later. I dunno. I love raw. But my brain sometimes doesn't adjust to the possibility of doing it immediately. And I love those stories on this site. He texts me and said his friend obligation was complete. He didn't live far and I had given him the cross streets, so he texted me, "I know it's later than we said, but it's Friday night, so I know you're up. Give up that fat ass. I'm a block away. Address." I liked his attitude. 28 to my 50. Big dick and a no-fuck-around attitude. He showed up and I was pleased. He was too. I could tell as soon as he walked through the door, a knowing grin that was, "this is my type." I led him to the bedroom. Got him some water. We made a little small talk while we undressed. He was pleased, because this was the first time in a month a craigslist ad had worked out for him. He described three incidents going to someone's house who was a no show and, of course, disappeared from text or whatever communication. He shrugged it off, while I helped peel off his underwear. His cock was thickening and I thought to myself, "We might not use condoms." It was bigger than the photos, both of them, and it wasn't fully hard. I sucked and he loved it. It took me a minute or two to accommodate his whole cock in my throat, but I like to take my time getting there anyway. I like surprising the guy that, yeah, I can take more of this fat dick. More than that. Surprise! I can take another inch and a half more. His hands were on my head, pleasantly surprised and exclaiming, "Oh shit." I thought he was cumming, but he was just getting ready to push deeper. I sucked him this way, luxurious deep strokes and then 'holding position,' when his shaft was at its deepest. He loved this and so did I, getting him throat-slobberred. At one point, he pulled out, slowly, inch by huge inch and I realized it was probably 11 inches. Fat. In our brief emails, he never said, "I have an 11 inch cock." I wondered how many guys would flake out if he had volunteered that detail. But it was a fuck monster, and it was fat, and bloated, and at that same moment, we both knew it was time for him to be inside me. I think I knew at that moment, we wouldn't use condoms. They were sitting a few inches away. I crawled up on all fours and he liked what he saw. Growled without trying to be an ass about making sex noises. I get that chubby guys is not for everyone, but it was for him. He ate my ass, and when I pushed back and made my own growling, grunting fuck sounds, he pushed his tongue in further. I could hear his hand jacking his cock, because I had slathered him in my throat spit, so it was juicy as he jacked it. I thought about how big it was. He pushed the head into my crack with intention. I said, "What about condoms?" He pushed a little more and when he popped in, I think he was again, pleasantly surprised by how deep he got on the first push and I could take it. Not all the way, no. But more than six inches. I felt him keep going, and I knew he was talking me out of condoms, but not using words. He pushed deeper and then slowly pulled out, some longer strokes to let me know what I'd be missing if I insisted. I didn't insist. He fucked me more. Deeper. Slow, and then sometimes fast jabs so I knew to open up when he encouraged me to open up or he'd get his way jackhammering me. Either way. So, I opened to him. He pounded me good, and I felt him tense. Not "cum in four seconds" tense, but he had completed a few laps and had now worked up a good sweat. He really liked my ass and I felt like that 11 inch dick was maybe more. I dunno. I was ravaged. I said, "You're gonna cum in me, aren't you?" He said, "Yeah. I am." Maybe he had assumed he always would. He was probably used to men giving up their ass easily to him. Once I stopped asking questions of him, he could see that he would reach the goal line, he got more intense, excited to release himself in me, now that he had gotten the permission he may not have waited for anyway. He fucked harder, yelled, yelled again, and said, "Oh, shit," in a louder voice, followed by repeatedly saying, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" He dumped his load in me. Before he had even gotten soft, hadn't had time to pull out, he was pounding my ass again, so I talked dirty to him. Now that he had done it, why not? I described the creamy froth he was creating in my pink colon, fucking his own cum into me deeper, and how his sons would swim further than other men, because he was stronger. He loved this kind of talk, and it wasn't long before he dumped a second load in me. We took a break after that, lying around sweating, both of us, "wow-ing," and me kissing and licking his balls and saying, "thank you." He liked that, too. A lot of things I did were getting to him. Soon, he was inside me again. He didn't cum inside me that time. He jerked his whole body hard as he began to cum and his cock jumped out of me, spurting along my crack but he couldn't get his cock inside for the full cum. The fourth cum was inside me. I was admiring his still half-hard penis, sucking it, worshipping it with my lips, and that's how I swallowed the fifth load. Sixth load less than twenty minutes later. Took a shower before leaving. We walked to the front door, me talking about how crazy this was, and how did he know he was gonna breed me? He didn't answer, just said, "That was hot. We need to do this again soon." I talked dirty to him about how his sperm was inside me, would be all night, and he used my hand to show me he was hard again. I led him by the cock again to my bedroom and he fucked the sixth and seventh loads into me. I kept sucking his cock after he came to get all the drops of cum out, which turned him on even more, and so...I swallowed the eight load. He admitted he had never experienced anything like this before. He had dumped up to four loads in a guy, but this was a new record. I walked him to the door and we laughed about the craziness, how Craigslist had some incredibly frustrating experiences, but sometimes there was this, a connection that was so intense that incredible things happened. We've been texting all day. I bought a thong because he likes thongs. It's Saturday, around 8:30 pm. Central time when I'm writing this. Not sure when this will actually appear in the posts, but that's what time it is now. He's coming over in an hour.

This is my first try at writing a story. I have been so blessed and turned on by the gifts others have given us in their stories, their time and imagination, I thought I would try and do the same. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part one, the background... I grew up the youngest child of a conversative preacher. There was quite a difference in age between my age and that of my siblings. My siblings were also different from me as they also were quite smart and outgoing, and were, like my parents, darkly complected. In contrast I was different as I was shy, naive, trusting, polite, tall, blond, blue. Occasionally someone would tell me I was very handsome and well built, but I knew I was clearly not the brightest kid around, particularly as more than once I was teased about my lack of brain power. I was, however, great in sports and was confident my athletic abilities would get me a scholarship to get away so I could make something of myself. After my Dad took off with a woman from his church, things turned rough for us. My Mom was the talk of the town, utterly devastated by my Father's duplicity. Not surprisingly she retreated into herself. The familial turmoil didn't affect my siblings to the degree it hit me as they were all older, done with college and moved away and had families of their own., so I found myself looking outside of my family for a sense of balance, and I found it in a neighbor who lived just down the street. Mr. C. was a single man, and, aside from having the nicest house, nicest cars, owning several pizza stores, and seemingly having and endless stream of sexy women visitors, the guy was my idol. He even looked like me I always thought, so I fantasized about me having his life. My Dad always talked badly about him, but Mr C was always super nice to me when I would ride by on my bike or stop and talk to him. Mr. C had told me a few times that once I turned 18, I could work at one of his pizza places making deliveries and helping out with clients. Things started to look up. I had been held back one year so I was just starting my senior year in high school and it was my 18th birthday and then I got the letter I had hoped for: a full athletic scholarship to the state university and a cherished full ride scholarship to play hockey and track and field for them. While in high school I had been a really good left defense man, and, after running high hurdles and pole vaulting to new heights, I held the state record, so when one quite warm Saturday afternoon in early summer shortly after graduation I received the letter from the state university offering me an athletic scholarship, I was on top of the world - only for my Mom to announce she was broke. Immediately realizing I would need to find a job to make some money to spend while at school, I recalled Mr. C’s offer to work for him, so I quickly biked down to his house, panting heavily from the exertion of biking in the heat, and, having dropped the bike, I did a dog trot to his back yard where I found him shirtless, cleaning his pool. I had never seen him without a shirt so I was startled to realize his well-developed chest was covered with a thick coating of fur, and his nipples - well can I say? They were absolutely huge. I was so startled, in fact, I found myself involuntarily staring at his chest for several seconds, long enough, in any event, Mr. C. snapped his fingers and said “Pup, Pup, what’s going on? Why are you staring?” A slight digression. My nickname growing up was 'pup' because although I was shy and kind of awkward, I was always so eager and happy to see my friends, which led someone to announce I acted like an excited puppy.... so the nickname 'Pup' stuck. Back to my story, I apologized and said “I am sorry Mr C., I don’t mean to stare, but I always thought you would be smooth and your nipples are huge.” He laughed and asked “Why would you think that, Pup?” Turning beet red I replied "Well, I always thought of myself as a junior version of you, but I'm as smooth as a melon." Chuckling he responded "Yes, well, sorry to disappoint, and yes, I'm sure your nipples are not like mine." I blushed more but responded "Well, your fur is awesome actually and for the nipples, mine are certainly bigger than anyone else’s in gym class, but no, they are not like yours, but I do play with them a lot.” His eyes wide Mr. C. asked "You what, Pup?" My face downcast in embarrassment, and my cheeks flushed a bright shade of red, I managed to reply "Oh, sorry, I sometimes just blurt things out. I shouldn’t have said that. I am sorry Mr. C., but since Dad took off, and all my brothers have moved out of the house, I don't generally have anyone to talk to about things so I tend to forget my filter. Again, sorry. That was definitely TMI." He put his pool cleaning equipment down, walked over to me, and, placing two fingers under my chin, raised my head up, saying "Lukas, look me in the eyes." Complying, his beautiful blue eyes locked onto mine when, with quiet intensity he said “I'm always here to talk to.... about anything,” giving me a smile that reached his eyes. Still locked by his beautiful eyes, a wide cheesy grin blossomed on my face. Approving, Mr. C. ran his fingers through my hair murmuring "You're a good pup. I'm glad to see you smile." Now feeling a bit less awkward, I asked if I could help him and maybe chat with him for a few minutes. "I can always use a helper, Lukas. This pool demands a lot of work." Following his example, I peeled my shirt off and couldn't help but notice he was taking in my chest, so I wasn't not particularly embarrassed when he commented "You know, Lukas, you are right. Your pecs are impressive. It looks all that time in the gym over the summer has done well by you.” "Thanks, Mr. C., I've been working out a lot, and while initially thought the effort would be pointless, after a few weeks even I could see what was happening." Then, taking a deep breath and after a moment of silence to collect my thoughts, I continued asking “Mr. C, do you remember saying that.... well saying maybe.... well maybe I could work at one of your stores when I turn 18?” "Yes, I do, Lukas," Mr C. replied with a noc. "Well today is my 18th birthday and I got accepted to the State University next fall with a hockey and track and field scholarship and really will need some money." Stepping over to my location, Mr. C. gave me a high 5 and then surprised me by lifted me off the ground, which was no small feat as I was 6’2”, but I guess as he had two or three inches on me, and his build was impressive, he had little trouble lifting me. Afterwards he put me back on my feet, and, placing his hands on either side of my face, he pulled me in for a hug and, possibly, a fatherly kiss on my forehead. “I knew you could do it Lukas. I am so proud of you.” It says volumes that Mr. C. was the first person to congratulate me on the scholarship. My Mom hadn't even given much of a response, so it's understandable I found myself grinning ear to ear, basking in the pride Mr. C. emanated. "Pup, did you know I played defense on the hockey team at the State University when I was in undergrad?” “Awesome, I had no idea,” I responded. “Yeah, actually I saw my old Coach Tony in town a few weeks ago. He mentioned he was in town to interview you,” Mr C said. “Wow, really? What a small world it is,” I said. “Yep. I told him, you are a great kid and you work really hard to really please him, the donors and the school." ”Holy cow Mr. C. Thank you so much. I am not sure how I could ever repay you." Mr C. smiled as he assured me "Pup, I know you will not disappoint me. And about the job, hey, what would think of coming to work for me now that you are 18?” It was now my turn to hug him, saying “Gosh Mr C, this is the best day of my life. Thank you so much." "The day is just getting started. I had someone quit last night. It might not seem like much of a gift, but if you could work tonight, it would really help me out." A huge smile on my face I replied "Are you kidding Mr. C? This is the best gift I could ever have received. Of course I will.” Giving me a warm but brief hug, Mr. C. responded "Oh, Pup, we will see if there isn’t another special and wonderful gift waiting for you later.” Hearing that, I hugged him even tighter and then broke the hug and helped him finish cleaning the pool. When we were done and putting the tools away Mr. C. commented "Show up at the store on Front Street at 5:00 PM. I'll meet you there and have a uniform for you." Hearing his message, however, I was somewhat dismayed and answered, "Oh, crap, Mr. C. I don’t have a car." “No worries, son. We'll take my car, and you can use it until you get one. Meet me here at 4:30." I got on my bike, and before riding off replied "Yes Sir. See you at 4:30, Mr C.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Next, part 2. My first night on the job and learning the ropes. I promise.... the gifts of the job offer and other goodies will soon be unveiled.

LIVERPOOL UK - NEG BOTTOM FOR CONVERSION Liverpool Neg bottom looking to take poz/toxic tops to use my Neg ass and breed me HARD and deep. Wreck/prep my ass with a toothbrush or cruel condom and fuck/r@pe me hard and deep infecting my ass with your toxic load looking for tops to breed me or organise a group conversion party for me NO BUG/LOAD/INFECTION REFUSED TEXT/WHATSAPP - O772O 874 35I Wickr - rawbanginboy

Sounds like he should be coming back for more!

Always inside. If he asks me to pull out I cum inside anyways, on accident of course

It is a taste worth acquiring!

i love chubby guys. so big and warm. i fantasize about being bred by them all day lol

shoreboy: welcome back. we missed you and your ferociously delicious storytelling

Glad you're back. Thank you for your continued contribution. I look forward to your next installment with bated breath, and lubed cock.

You live your life, I will live mine. (probably longer and happier)

So I am typing this with man juice in my ass. It's my reward for providing anal pleasure to a sexy 29 year old African-American man. He quite tall, 6'4" and a bit heavy, but can carry it with his frame. We had been chatting for months on one of the apps, flirting and exchanging pics. Our work and travel schedules never aligned, but this morning he asked me to come over. I had to delay until this afternoon, but was at his place just after 1. Immediately went into his room, which he had made warm (it's cold here) and lit a few candles, some music going. He didn't waste time, started kissing me and moved his hands to may ass. A few minutes of making out, then both naked on his bed, me sucking him, then 69, then him rimming me. His tongue had my hole open, my dick stiff and leaking. Lying on his back, swung me on on top and moved me onto his spit-coated dick. I sat back and took it the base, groaned and took a hit of poppers. My ass felt awesome, no pain or difficulty taking his over 7" cock. He fucked me from below, at times moving my body to meet his thrusts. We kissed, touched, really got into each other's body and movements. Eventually, he had me on my stomach, then my side. All the while, my cock was rock hard from the internal stimulation and my occasional rub. Every once in a while, I could feel him get really hard, like he was going to cum. But he lasted a while. He started to quicken his plunges, his dick stiffened and he told me he was gonna cum. He did, gasping and groaning, and then slowly fucked me for a minute or so before sliding out. The wetness of his cock, and the bit of cum, resting between my legs made me even harder. I quickly jerked off, it was an intense orgasm. Best of all, as soon as I came he entered me, cock again hard, giving me another slow fuck lubricated with his seed. Second day in a row I've had sex with a 20-something black man. Who knows what tomorrow might bring.

Took a quick load in my ass last night from CL hookup. Went to guy's house. He was maybe 30, skinny with a scrappy beard. Nice 8" thin cock. Not much chatting, I just bent over his sofa and he slid in my lubed ass. He fucked for 5 minutes and came deep. Must have been a big load as it was running out my hole before I made it back to my car to get home.

At a bbq with bears last summer, I was standing behind a shirtless cub, rubbing his belly and working his nipples, basically trying to seduce him. He had been drinking beer all afternoon and was pretty buzzed. He had tried to excuse himself to go piss, but I kept rubbing his nipples, and suggested he just piss in his jeans since it was a hot afternoon. He laughed at first and said something about not wanting everyone to see him piss himself, but I kept telling him to show daddy what a good pig he was, and began holding his crotch with my hand, encouraging him to piss in daddy's hand. It was hot when I began to feel the wet heat on my hand, and then see the front of his jeans, and even his boots, get wet. For the rest of the party he just kept pissing himself, and yes I got to breed his ass before the bbq ended.

Love sleeping with a tops cock in my ass. Only a few of them had cocks long enough once soft to stay in. I had a black fuck bud yrs ago whose cock was about 7" soft (10 hard) and he'd insist his cock stay inside to keep his load in. He'd sometimes fuck me during the night, and a few times he pissed in my ass so he didn't have to get out of bed. I'd have to get up, go to toilet to release his piss, then get back in bed so he could insert himself again. I found it hot as hell.

PART 4 I was lying there, spun out of my head, reveling in the feeling of being a sloppy cumdumpster. Josh had a nice thick cut cock and he proceeded to pound me with it mercilessly. “You’re a nasty little whore aren’t you faggot? You want my fucking cock? You want a real man’s cock in your pussy?” “Fuck yeah, I need it. I need your cock and your load. Please fuck me. Knock my fucking whore cunt up.” He smiled and laughed and then leaned over to take another shotgun from Dan, who was fucking Chris. Josh continued to fuck me and leaned down to pass me the shotgun which I wanted to pass along to Chris. I turned to him and his eyes were rolled back in his head from the pounding Dan was giving his cunt. I reached over and locked my lips with his and passed him the hit of smoke. He just moaned and I laid back, pulled my ass cheeks open further and let Josh pummel my cunt. I was just a fucking hole and was being treating exactly as I wanted and deserved. Josh and Dan leaned over to make out with each other while they pounded Chris and I. Periodically they would switch off and it felt amazing to get a different cock inside me. Dan also had a nice fat cock, shorter, but huge around like a can. If I wasn’t high I would’ve had a hard time taking it, but I would’ve begged him to breed me anyway because....after all, what am I? A fucking whore…. and I don’t get to say no to cock. Why would I want to? Cock is my reason for existing. Especially huge fat cocks that are attached to hot college dudes desperate for a hole to breed. Dean, Eric and Jose just sat on the couch and watched the new guys rape Chris and I while they jerked and sucked each other’s cocks. I was so lost in the fuck that I didn’t hear other guys come into the room. After about 15 minutes (it could’ve been 2 minutes it could’ve been 6 hours, I was so high and focused on my hole I had no idea), Dan started to speed up and said “you want my load, boy? Do you deserve my load breeding you and knocking you up?” “FUCK YES! Please give me your load, I need it. I have to have it! Breed me with your fat cock!” “Such a fucking dirty little fag. Here it comes, boy. Another load for your sloppy little cum dumpster.” He pounded me a few more times and I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. My cunt had never felt so alive and greedy. “FUCK YES! Thank you for breeding me! GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING SPERM! Fucking knock me up!” Dan stopped fucking me and held still. I could still feel his cock throbbing in my ass and he was breathing heavily. He collapsed on top of me and shoved his tongue in my mouth and passionately kissed me. I could feel his cock slide out of my sloppy cunt. Another load. I was fucking in heaven. Five loads in my fagdump. Josh sped up his thrusting and dumped a load in Chris’ cunt with a string of expletives. Chris and I were both panting hard and I reached down to shove three fingers in my sloppy hole. It was drenched in cum. I looked up and saw four more hot guys standing there stroking their cocks, waiting their turn to breed us. It’s a good thing the bed was large, because every inch of it was covered in men, writhing around, hard cocks, and hairy chests and sloppy buttholes. I flipped over onto my stomach and scooted back to the edge of the bed, shoving my furry cunt at the assembled guys who were waiting to breed us. I moaned "Please fuck me. I have to have your cocks and loads." Chris laughed, and also flipped over so his ass was in the air, and he leaned over to make out with me. I stole a glance at the first guy who stepped up and could see that another complete stranger was lined up behind Chris. Eric, Dean and Jose were sucking other new cocks, my brain hoping they were prepping those cocks for my cumdump. The guy about to fuck me was in his 30s, smooth, muscled and had an average cock, but I just didn’t care one way or the other. The size of the cock didn’t matter, The age or looks of the man didn’t matter. I had found my calling. To be a dirty little faggot whore. A whore for cocks. A receptacle for sperm. I felt the new man’s cock enter me and realized I didn’t know his name and didn’t care. He was a hard cock and he was fucking me. Dean leaned over and shotgunned another hit of T to me, and said “how’s your cumdump Justin? Feeling good?” I grinned at Dean and said “I feel so fucking good. I don’t even know this guy’s name but I want his cock fucking me and I want his load of cum in my pussy. I’m just a fucking faggot whore. Right?” “Right. That’s the way we want you to feel. There’s a lineup of guys from your Scruff and Growlr profiles. They wanna fuck your sexy little hairy cunt. We had to tell some of them to wait. The apartment is only so big and I’d rather not get robbed while I’m hosting a gang fuck. We told most of them it was a pump and dump so they wouldn’t hang around. Josh and Dan might stick around. I wanna watch Dan breed you again. His cock is amazing.” Dean gave me another shotgun hit and then shoved his fat cock in my mouth while I was holding it so the smoke came out of my mouth and spread all over his dick. The guy in my ass stopped and grunted. I could feel his cock throbbing as he dumped another load inside me. Dean leaned over and said “another fucking load to knock you up, faggot. You done? Or do you want more?” “That’s only six loads. I need more. So much more cum, so many more cocks. Please.” I said. “Good,” Dean said. I can’t wait to see you get really nasty. The next guy walked up to start fucking me, but Dean stopped him. “Hang on a second,” he said. He fumbled with something I couldn’t see, and the guy said “you’re a fucking pig. Go for it.” What I couldn’t see was that Dean reached into a baggie of T and pulled out a big shard. He stuck the end of it into the guy’s piss slit, and then guided a stranger’s cock who I hadn’t even seen into my ass. The stranger slowly slid his cock into my gaping, cum dripping ass, and stopped. I could feel a little bit of a scratch inside my hole, then a huge feeling of warmth. The man stayed hard inside my cunt, while the shard of T melted inside me. Dean leaned over and said “Round 2, piggy. You ready? Who the fuck cares if you’re ready or not. Here we go.” The guy then slammed his cock hard, all the way into my cunt and all I could do was moan in pleasure. Like a fucking whore. END PART 4.

Part 39 - A Turkey of a Day (EDITED) Things had been going well for Joe and Kyle, but when Kyle suggested that they go to Joe’s parents house for Thanksgiving weekend, Joe was uneasy. He hadn’t been home in over a year, since he left for his junior year in college. The previous year they had gone to Kyle’s for the turkey feast and it went great. Almost everyone in his family wanted to meet Kyle’s boyfriend. He had a great time meeting everyone and Joe was amazed at how open and accepting of him they were. He knew his family would be the exact opposite. To them, Kyle was just a roommate and nothing else. Joe gave them as little information as he had to about Kyle. When he called home and asked his mom if it was ok if he brought his roommate for Thanksgiving dinner, it seemed that she was elated that he was coming home and unhappy that he wasn’t coming alone. The weekend didn’t go well and Joe and Kyle were driving home Friday night. His parents were unhappy from the moment he showed up at the door and they weren’t afraid to tell him. His hair. His earrings. His plugs. His beard. His tattoo - and they only saw a portion of one of them. The nagging was constant. Kyle hated to see how they were treating Joe. The only consolation was that they hadn’t talked to Kyle much at all so he didn’t have to worry about outing Joe. Joe and Kyle tried to hide in the basement watching football most of Thursday to avoid any more harassment. Dinner was quiet except for a five minute prayer that his dad gave before they could eat. Friday morning, the comments resumed and Joe and Kyle left and wandered around town. Joe showing him the sights around the small town that he grew up in. Joe found a quiet park and they parked the car and talked. “I’m sorry I brought you here, Kyle. This is worse than I thought it would be. Maybe we should just go home” Joe said. “They just need time to adapt. You look a lot different than the last time they saw you” Kyle said trying to reassure Joe. “I don’t know. If there’s much more, I think we should just go home” Joe said. Kyle leaned over and kissed Joe, pulling him into a hug. They started to get cold and Joe started the car and drove back to his house. When they got there, no one was home. They walked in and Joe found a note on the kitchen table. “Out shopping” was all it said. Joe smiled and thought “A bit more freedom as they battle the crazy after Thanksgiving sales.” He grabbed Kyles hand and dragged him to his room. He closed the door and started removing Kyle’s clothes. Kyle took the hint and removed Joe’s clothes. They stood there naked in Joe’s childhood room, about to commit a boatload of sins. Kyle pushed Joe to the bed and climbed on top of him. First kissing him and then working his way down Joe’s body. He licked the scorpion tattoo and then devoured his already stiff cock. He covered it in spit and then moved up, straddling his abdomen. Kyle directed Joe’s cock to his hole and felt the larger piercing against it. He pushed down, feeling it force its way into Kyle’s tight hole. He started riding Joe’s cock, taking it deeper and deeper. Joe had dreamed of countless guys that he had wanted to fuck on this bed growing up and he finally was able to break his bed in with the person he loved the most. Joe thrusted his hips up to meet Kyle’s downward push and the slap of skin filled the room. Kyle leaned forward and kissed Joe as he kept pounding Kyle’s pussy. Joe’s emotions ran high, the trip had really sucked so far but now he was in heaven. His balls tightened and his cock throbbed and without even thinking he felt his cum flood his boyfriend’s hole. He looked up and saw Kyle grinning. He was amazed that the sex they had still had the same passion as the first time they had fucked. Kyle kissed Joe again and said “I love you” as he slid off Joe’s cock. Kyle pulled Joe over to the edge of the bed and raised his legs up. He spit on Joe’s pucker and pushed a finger inside, feeling the warmth and then Joe’s ring squeezed tight around it. Kyle pulled his finger out and teased Joe’s pussy before pushing his cock in. Joe relaxed his hole as Kyle pushed and soon had all of Kyles bare cock deep inside him. His legs were on Kyle’s shoulders and Kyle began to rock his body. Joe looked down and saw the biohazard tattoo above Kyle’s cock as the shaft penetrated him and smiled. Kyle built up speed and fucked harder and harder. He pushed Joe’s legs back, folding them at the knees and leaned in. He was pumping his cock into Joe with long strokes, pulling back so just the piercing was inside Joe’s outer ring and then plunging back in. The two’s eyes were locked together and both in a state of bliss. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” boomed Joe’s dad. Kyle froze, his cock still buried inside Joe. “HOW DARE YOU COME INTO THIS HOUSE AND FILL IT WITH YOUR PERVERSION AND SIN!” Kyle felt his cock shoot a large spurt of cum deep inside Joe. He had always fantasized about getting caught having sex and the adrenaline rush was bigger than he thought it would be. “GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE NOW. I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AROUND HERE AGAIN!” Joe’s dad screamed and stormed out of the room. Joe heard his mom crying and then the front door slam. A car drove off, squealing its tires. Kyle pulled out of Joe. His face was pale and his body shaking. Joe got off the bed and put his clothes back on without saying a word. Kyle got dressed and put his stuff in his backpack. Joe collected his things too. He looked around the room and grabbed several mementos. Pictures of him and his wrestling team, pictures of him and Mark. Trophies he had won. He picked up a picture of his family on vacation when he was younger and threw it at the wall, shattering the glass in the frame and leaving a hole in the drywall. He grabbed a gym bag from the closet and filled it with what he wanted. He wandered the house and where he found a picture that he was in, he threw it as hard as he could. He grabbed his high school photo from the hallway and set it on fire on the kitchen stove. Kyle didn’t say a word. He knew when Joe got mad it was best to leave him burn the anger off. He grabbed the backpacks and gym bag and put them in the car. He sat in the driver’s seat and waited for Joe to come out. Kyle waited and when Joe didn’t come out, he got out of the car and went to the front door hearing more glass break. As he got to the door, Joe was walking out. They got in the car and Kyle started driving the five hours back to their apartment. Joe sent a message to Mark when they got home “dad caught kyle n me fucking at home. threw me out.” In less than a minute, the phone rang. “Fuck, dude. Are you ok?” Mark asked. “Not really” Joe replied and then told Mark everything that happened. Mark told him that no matter what he would be there for him. Joe told him the only regret he he had was that he didn’t have a chance to tell his parents that he was gay, they found by walking in on him getting fucked. “The result was going to be the same, Joe. You know how they feel about anyone that doesn’t have the exact same beliefs they do. Homos are right up there with abortion doctors, liberals and terrorists as far as they are concerned. I’m sure I’ll hear about it soon enough. It should be an interesting conversation when I tell them I’m gay too” Mark said. “Do you guys want to come out here for Christmas break? You can stay at my place and fuck as much as you want. I can show you around and you can see if you want to move here when you graduate. We can go up to San Francisco and you can see all the sites a gay guy likes - cable cars, chocolate shops and a closed prison” Mark asked. “I don’t know, Mark. I can’t really afford it” Joe said, sounding even more depressed. “Just let me know the dates and I’ll get the plane tickets. Just bring a little spending money and I’ll take care of everything else” Mark told him, sounding excited to have a week of debauchery with his brother. “OK, I’ll talk with Kyle and see if we can do it” Joe said as he hung up the phone. The phone call from Mark’s parents that came that evening wasn’t pleasant. Mark admonished them for putting their church before family by throwing Joe out without any civil discussion. His parents yelled back at him when he told them he knew Joe was gay and hadn’t told them. “It’s not my place to tell you something like that. It’s Joe’s” He yelled back before telling them he was gay too. The conversation ended with Mark telling them he hoped that the people in the church looked out for them, because their kids sure weren’t. They were going to die alone and he didn’t care. He hung up the phone, expecting that was going to be the last time he would ever talk to them again. Joe and Kyle tried to forget the weekend and were soon planning their trip to California for Christmas. All they had to do was make it through finals and they could have a few fun weeks before their final semester in college started. Joe was studying on the couch when his phone buzzed. He finished going over the stuff for his test at the end of the week and picked up his phone. Four new messages. He read the one from Mark and it had the information for his plane flights - December 22nd through January 2nd. He smiled and it started to get real. He read the second message and it said “Your seed is very potent. My chase was very short. Working on my end of the deal.” It was from Greg. Joe grinned and remembered that he had dismissed Greg’s comments about giving him a job if he pozzed him as an empty promise. Joe wasn’t going to count on it until the offer letter was in his hands. He had to graduate first, anyway. The third message was from a client about meeting Wednesday evening to tag team the client’s partner. After a few messages back and forth Joe talked to the client and agreed to meet for a one hour session at their hotel room. It sounded pretty normal, bottom wants to be used by the top and another new top. It was an older couple, but that didn’t bother Joe. He had met some amazing people escorting. Most he would never consider hitting on and yet they turned into fun people in or out of bed. There had been some bad ones too, but he enjoyed having sex with a wide variety of guys and they paid him well. He went back to his messages and read the fourth one. It was for another escort booking. This one was different than the normal ones. It insinuated he knew Joe was poz and it was for a bi guy and his girlfriend. She wanted to watch him get fucked full of cum. He thought about it a while and then responded back that he might be interested. They set up a time for Saturday and he referred them to Dennis at the Rest Inn Lodge for the Activity Suite. Wednesday night arrived and Joe got ready for his gig. He drove over to the hotel and went to the room and knocked. A guy opened the door and it matched the description of the guy he had talked to when they set up the date. The guy was in his mid-fifties, in pretty good shape with trimmed chest hair leading down to his boxers that had a tent in them. He had a big smile and welcomed Dave into the room. Joe looked over and saw another guy laying on the bed with a gag strapped to his head. The other guy looked really skinny except for his belly and his face was gaunt. “AIDS wasting” thought Joe. “I’m glad you could come, Dave. I’m Stan and this is my partner Stefan” said the guy in front of him. “You’ll have to excuse Stefan, but he can’t really speak right now. We were just having a little warm-up before you got here. Your fee is on the table by the door, here.” “Thanks” said Joe as he set his bag down and looked over Stan and brushed his hand over Stan’s nipple. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Stan’s cock tent the boxers even more. “If you haven’t guessed, Stefan is in the late stages of AIDS. He refuses medication, but still likes to be as sexually active as he can be. Usually that means he bottoms but occasionally we find a boy that wants his virus and he willingly shares it. For those of us that already have it, it can be a thrill to take it from someone so virulent. I doubt that you will have a problem sharing your own with Stefan. I heard from a friend of mine that hired you a few weeks ago that you are quite generous with your strain and he thanks you for helping him finally convert” said Stan. Joe quickly tried to remember any gigs he had that were chasing, but his thoughts got interrupted by Stan. “So, shall we give Stefan the only pleasure he gets now?” Joe started to take his clothes off and grabbed his bottle of poppers. He saw a large container of lube next to the bed and left his in the bag. He figured that there was no need to get the toys out either. He looked up and Stan was staring at him. “I like your tattoos, it really warns people of your potent seed. I prefer to let them find out how toxic our fuck was some time later.” Joe pulled down Stan’s boxers and then cupped his balls before grasping his cock and moving over to the bed. Stefan looked at Joe as he came nearer and let out a “mmm hmm” around the gag in his mouth. Joe noticed the KS lesions on his face and body and confirmed the sunken cheeks and frail body he saw from the doorway. “On you knee’s boy” Stan commanded and Stefan obeyed instantly and got on all fours, spreading his legs to expose his bony ass. “Dave, please fuck him first. He is already prelubed with one load inside, so you don’t have to be gentle. He likes it very rough. Rough was not what Joe was planning on doing, since he figured if he was as rough as he normally was he would break Stefan in two. He lined his cock up to Stefan’s hole with no lube on his cock other than the precum that was starting to drip out. He pushed in until he felt the head pop inside the outer ring and then thrust his cock in the rest of the way. He heard a grunt from Stefan and a “Yes, that’s it” from Stan. He could tell that Stefan had been fucked and fisted thousands of times in his life. The hole was loose from the use and abuse it had received and while he could feel Stefan try to clamp down, his weak body just couldn’t give Joe much pressure on his cock. While he started on his knees, Joe soon moved to his feet in a jockey position to be able to pound Stefan’s loose pussy. His thrusts quickly got stronger and he was surprised at how Stefan was able to brace himself and even push back. Joe drilled Stefan’s hole for over twenty minutes, with Stefan’s loose pussy helping to keep his orgasm at bay. He felt Stan move closer to him and start to tweak his nipples as he fucked. He heard moans from Stefan and a grunt when Joe slammed in harder than normal. Stan changed his stimulation with Joe and moved one hand towards his balls. He held them tight as Joe fucked, which caused them to get tugged with each thrust. Joe started to jackhammer Stefan’s hole and felt his balls jettison their load, filling the deathly hole with another poz load of cum. Joe’s sweat dripped on to Stefan’s back and Joe left his cock inside until all of the twitches stopped. “Good job, my boy. Now, I want to feel your cum around my cock as I add another to Stefan’s cunt” Stan said and Joe slowly pulled his cock from Stefan. There were a few streaks of red on his cock and two red spots on his piercing and Joe moved away to give Stan room. Stan was brutal in his fuck with Stefan. He slammed in hard and varied the angle of his cock as he entered the stretched out pussy. Joe could see Stan fucking with his eyes closed and wondered what he was imagining. Maybe Stan was thinking about their fucks in younger days when Stefan was young and sexy and full of life instead of near death. Stan started to grunt and he slammed once… twice… and the third time his body shook as he shot another poz load into his partner. Stan pulled out and watched the pink cum dripping out of Stefan’s puffy hole. “Your piercing did a job on Stefan’s cunt. Nice work. Now lay down on the bed. Let’s see if we can get both of us inside him.” Joe heard a groan from Stefan but he moved over on top of Joe after he laid down and straddled his waist. Stefan lined up Joe’s cock and thrust himself down on it until he was fully impaled. Stefan started to ride Joe’s cock and Joe looked up at the skeletal body bounce off of him wondering how much stamina he would have. It didn’t matter, since Stan pushed Stefan over and his short ride on Joe’s cock came to an end. Stefan laid down on Joe’s body, Joe’s cock still firmly implanted in his pussy. Joe could feel Stefan’s ribs against his chest and Stefan rested his head next to Joe and held him tightly. Stan pushed his cock against Joe’s and then up into Stefan’s hole, stretching it out. Stefan screamed around the gag. Joe could feel the sores on Stefan’s body rub against his skin as Stefan squirmed trying to escape the assault on his cunt. Once fully inside, Stan began to piston his cock, rubbing between the tortured walls of Stefan’s colon and Joe’s hard cock. Joe had only done a few double penetrations in his life and always found them awkward to try and get the timing right if both tops fucked. He let Stan set the rhythm and then started rolling his hips to alternate with Stan. He wrapped his arms around Stefan and heard him whimpering. Stan lasted several minutes and was then shooting his cum into the stretched cavity, covering Joe’s cock with Stan’s poisonous cum. The pulses from Stan’s cock stimulated Joe’s cock and as soon as Stan’s orgasm ended, Joe’s started. The three of them laid there for a few minutes after Joe’s last spurt and Stan got up first. Stefan then pulled off Joe and got up, cum running down his legs. Stan removed the gag from Stefan’s mouth and then went into the bathroom and started to shower. Joe asked Stefan quietly “Are you ok? Do you need me to help you get away?” Stefan smiled and said “It’s ok boy. It’s my fate. He is my master and I must do what he wants. It will all be over soon and I will be free again.” Joe dressed and Stan came out of the bathroom drying himself with a towel. He said to Stefan “You may now clean yourself, boy” and walked over to the table, grabbing the envelope and handing it to Joe. “Thank you, you were outstanding. I’m sure that Stefan enjoyed it too” Stan said. Joe went to the door and left. Driving home he was conflicted, it seemed that Stefan was ok with their situation, but Joe still felt uneasy. He got home and showered before crawling into bed with Kyle and hugging him tightly. The next two days were filled with exams and neither Joe or Kyle could think of anything else. Studying, eating, and sleeping was all the excitement they had. Friday night they could relax and party some, but Joe had to save his loads for his next client on Saturday. They walked into the club and said “Hi” to Tony before getting stamped. They had just finished their first beer when Tony walked up between them. “Hey guys” Tony said before putting his arms around Joe and Kyle. He pulled them in close and asked “What are you guys doing the day after Christmas?” “We’re going out to see Mark and his boyfriend for Christmas. We’ll be back after the new year” Joe said. “Damn. I have a guy that wants to convert but only wants guys under 25 to breed him, so my pool of guys is a lot smaller” Tony said. “You got Steven and Ryan. There’s Aaron and Nick. And I can give you the key to Jeff’s cage” Kyle replied. “Don’t forget Ric. And he might have a poz swim team to help out. Last I heard, two of the them had gotten sick” Joe added. “Cool, I had forgotten about him. I hope they can make the trip up here. It should be fun. Where are you guys staying out in California” Tony asked. “At Mark’s place near San Jose” Joe replied. “Are you gonna make it up to San Francisco while you’re there?” Tony asked with a grin on his face. “God, I hope so. I want to be a tourist during the day and then a pig at night. Mark did say he was planning on going up there when we’re visiting” Joe said. “I’m sure you’ll have a good time. If you have a chance, go to the Whip and Bit pub. Its one of my favorite places out there. The back room is fucking amazing and they frequently have a guy or two tied up to breed. You need a password to get in and be poz. I’ll text you what it is when I get a chance. I gotta get back to work” Tony said. “Bye” Joe and Kyle said and grabbed another round. They hung out and talked to a few friends and then headed home. Joe felt his phone buzz and read the message when they got into the apartment. It was from Tony “December password is ‘rudolph is hung’ and January password is ‘pink flogger’.” Joe chuckled and said to Kyle “I think we should go just so we can say the password.” [ BEGIN EDITED STORY ] On Saturday, Joe was driving over to the hotel when he got a message from Dennis - “Your clients are in the room.” Joe parked in back and went to the door and knocked. A woman in her early thirties opened the door and said “RAWR, you’re cute. Come on in.” Joe entered the room and set his bag down, checking out the room. He found AJ on the bed, naked and on all fours with his hands cuffed together. Liz, his girlfriend, led Joe into the room. “There’s my supposedly bi boyfriend. He claims he likes cock too, but I’ve never seen it. He says you like boys so I want to watch you fuck him and prove he’s not full of shit.“ He looked around the room again trying to see if his fee was sitting out and couldn’t find it. This gig wasn’t starting out very good but Joe pulled his shirt off and Liz made a comment about his six pack and ink, deriding AJ with “See, this is what a real man looks like.” He pulled his shoes and socks off and then dropped his jeans to the floor. “It just gets better” said Liz as she looked at Joe’s bulge in his jockstrap and muscled legs. Joe smiled at her and moved towards the bed. Joe saw the grin on AJ’s face and presented his cock to AJ who opened wide and greedily took his cock in. His tongue explored the piercing and the head and licked around the shaft before putting his lips around and taking it all the way down. Joe was surprised just how good AJ could suck his dick. He had little gag reflex and seemed to enjoy feeling Joe’s cock in his throat, piercing and all. AJ would flick his tongue under the shaft as it went into his mouth and then deep throated Joe’s cock numerous times. Joe started to pull out and AJ lightly grazed his teeth on the top and bottom of Joe’s cock, sending shivers up Joe’s spine. Joe turned AJ around and took his first look at AJ’s ass. It was firm and lightly hairy. He rubbed his finger around the hole and tried to push in. He felt some slickness and pushed his finger in further, getting a moan from AJ. He pulled his finger out and smelled it and smelled of nothing other than lube. “He’s really prepared. This guy is no stranger to getting dick in him” Joe thought. He pushed AJ forward a bit and then started to rim his ass. Joe turned his head and said “His ass is damn clean. That’s kind of amazing for a straight dude.” Joe dove back into AJ’s ass and licked from his balls up to his hole sending AJ writhing in ecstasy. After several minutes of rimming, Joe leaned back and moved closer, tapping his cock on the glistening hole. He let is cock drip precum into the pucker and then pushed his cock in. AJ gasped as he felt the piercing and then the head force their way inside. While AJ had been fucked many times before, he was still tight. Joe enjoyed feeling AJ’s pussy swallow his cock up and Joe was drilling in and out with long strokes in no time. As Joe fucked harder, AJ moaned louder. After a few minutes, it wasn’t a gentle fuck at all and but AJ seemed to be getting into it. Joe was enjoying his fuck with AJ and was happy that the initial impressions of this gig were turning out wrong. AJ’s hole was getting wetter by the thrust and Joe knew his charged precum was coating every part of his neg tunnel. He knew with the rough pounding that AJ was getting the chances he was getting torn up inside were pretty good. Just to check he pulled out all the way and glanced at his cock before ramming back in. AJ grunted when Joe’s cock slammed back into him. His hole was getting sore from Joe’s abuse, but he loved how Joe took command and fucked him for his own pleasure. He had always been submissive and had domineering girlfriends, but he was finding he liked aggressive guys even more. AJ started to fuck back on Joe’s cock and quickly felt a slap against his ass from Joe’s hand. He stopped and let Joe control the motion. His cock was rock hard and dripping all over the bed as it swung from Joe’s thrusts. He wanted the fuck to last for hours but also craved feeling Dave’s toxic cum flood his guts. Joe started to slam into AJ with slow, hard thrusts and felt his balls tighten up. His strokes got faster and just as he felt the cum about to shoot he sunk his cock as far as it would go and let the volleys of poison flood AJ’s cunt. AJ yelled out “YES! BREED MY ASS” as he felt the diseased spunk spread inside him. He knew the chances of getting pozzed with one fuck were slim, but it was his first and hopefully not his last. He had willingly crossed the line and knew that taking toxic loads would just get easier. Joe pulled his cock slowly out of AJ and noticed the tinge of pink to the cum that covered his cock. While Joe was staring at his cock and plotting his next move, AJ turned around and started to lick his cock, balls and groin clean of the cum and blood mixture. AJ stopped and looked up at Joe with huge grin and then finished cleaning up Joe. Joe pulled him in tight and kissed him deeply and then pushed AJ away. His dick was still hard and he took a large drink of water. Joe sat there resting for a few minutes until AJ climbed on top of him. Joe was surprised to see AJ take the initiative but was happy to fuck him again. AJ lined Joe’s cock up and lowered his ass down on the stiff shaft. He bounced on Joe’s cock, riding it as hard as he could. A few times he pulled up too high and the cock slipped out, but he took advantage of it by slamming back down and taking the full length of Joe’s cock. Joe looked up and saw AJ’s eyes filled with desire for another load of viral spunk inside him. His muscles flexed, milking Joe’s cock. The sound of Joe and AJ grunting, skin slapping and Joe’s cock ramming into AJ’s cum filled hole filled the room. Joe’s cock engorged and balls tightened while he pulled AJ all the way down. A torrent of cum blasted into AJ’s ass, giving him the second charged load of the day. Liz just stood by the side of the bed, seemingly shocked by what she just saw and didn’t utter a word. After a few minutes, AJ slowly pulled off of Joe and began licking and cleaning Joe again. Once all of the cum was licked up, Joe got up off the bed and started to dress. “I guess you can see, Liz, that AJ wasn’t lying. He definitely likes taking cock… in both ends and is pretty damn good at it too. I don’t know, maybe he even likes it more than pussy. I hope this was what you guys wanted to find out” Joe said to both of them. “Oh, I think it was more than I hoped for” AJ said as Liz just stood there nodding. AJ handed Joe a wad of money and said “Thanks. I may want to do this again, maybe solo.” Joe nodded and said “You know how to find me” as he walked toward the door.

Chapter One: Monday Part Two. I didn't dare move. His balls resting on my ass. "Let's play a game shall we?" Rob rocked back and forth slightly. I wouldn't call it fucking me but it definitely teasing. "You have to answer my questions honestly and truthfully. Any lies or wrong answers and I thrust. How does that sound? Oh and I should warn you i cum very quickly. If I cum you lose. If I get all the answers I want with my load still in my balls I lose." Still barely able to make a sound other than I whimper of pleasure I nodded my accent to play his game. "Question one: do you always wear a jock like a little whore?" "Yyy-yes" I finally managed to get the word out. But I wasn't prepared for what happened next. Robs throbbing cock pulled almost completely out of me, just the very tip remained and he slammed balls deep again as hard as he could. I gasped and spluttered out sounds that were meant to be asking why he had just thrust. "I know you sometimes don't wear underwear. I'm regular enough round here to notice that you dumb slut," he answered my unspoken question. "Question two: this is for two thrusts. I know you like poppers I've seen the bottles you carry in your coat... So would you like some of my lovely strong ones?" He asked as he clicked the cap of the bottle with his fingers. I shook my head, no. Two more hard thrusts. This was unbearable it was like he was in my head not just my ass. I got the next few questions wrong as well. At this rate I was going to lose the game. "Question 5: where do you want me to cum?" By this point I was a horny mess in need of a proper fuck but still he teased me. "I don't want you to cum, not yet" I replied. "Wrong answer." I reached out and braced myself on the wall as he pounded my ass with five hard thrusts. Each one seemingly harder and deeper than the last. On that last thrust I felt his cum spurting deep in me. "You lose this round you dirty little slut." My cock strained against my jock and horny beast I struggled to keep chained up was free. To be continued....

Hi there, haven't been here for a while, but a lot of work and a lot of adventures. So, one of the latest happened few days ago. I was working a lot, not into any action, so obviously my husband hungry. Those days I had found him some cocks and sent them to fuck him, but he wanted more. So one day, i was in the middle of some reunion when a message came: a pic of a nice cock and a question: can I? Slut i said: yes of course, but want to see that, will be back at home in one hour... so one hour later i was going upstairs when met a cute guy going down. He said: going to the last floor? yes- I said so u're going to be the fourth guy, this bitch is having 2 more guys there, have fun oh i will -i said When I opened the door there he was, being bare fucked by a nice looking 40 sth, amd there was another one maiking a vid of it hi honey, i'm home- I said -are u bottom too? The other guy asked -can be sure -so come here and give me ur hole so i did... got naked and sucked him for a while but in 3 minutes his cock was punding my hole, and it felt really good. after a while they changed turns and after half hour of hard fucking our holes, they both breeded my husbands hole. I ate it all and lived it. Both guys just took their things and left us there, my husband lying down with all that cum wipping his hole and me eating it... but then...

Same here. I am horny as hell sometimes and the online hookups take to long. Or worse I had one bottom regular offended when I asked for sloppy seconds. Not the whore I thought he was. Went to the abs and unloaded in a nice young used hole. It felt great to drop a frustrated load. I refound my sleezy love of abs. Though I have to say not as hot and fun as they were when I was in my teens and tweenties. But normally I find a good hole(s) and when I'm in a verstile mood it work out better for finding what I want. And no flakes or an hour long conversation to seal a deal.

When I bottom I usually want the load in my ass deep no questions, just give it to me. The top doesn't even have to talk to me, just meet me find my hole lubed and I bend over for you to use. I have an occasional fb that texts me every few months telling me he needs his bitch again to take his load. We set a time and he usually comes to my place me kneeling doggy. He walks in I suck him hard then he just fucks, fills, walks out. Usually says nothing. Year ago he told me he was nearby watching a football game at his brothers, would I meet him at an intersection--at designated time a van pulls up. He tells me to get in, we drive to a shopping center nearby, his dick out and me playing with him. He parks, and he fucks me in the back, no talk just some grunts and my hole filled. I want the breeding, they want to get off, we're both happy.

Hook up with a guy when I was younger only been with one other person ask if I party told him never did it but wanted to try it out he got me so fucked up and keep me high for days he used and abuse me pimp me out at a theater took me to a friend of his and got gang bang

Warning contains bisexuality Jack called me one Saturday afternoon and told me he and two friends wanted to hangout and could they come over. It had been a few weeks since were last together and I told him to hurry. When I opened the door I saw he was with a man and a woman and I expected that would ruin the fun. I had meet them before at Jack's but there I didn't get to be myself but before I could worry he handed me a loaded pipe and told me to hit it. Standing in my hallway I smoked as he told his friends to head to the living room and they left. When I finished the hit and have Jack the pipe he led me to my bedroom. Once in my room my head was flying and I ripped off my clothes and Jack got a jockstrap and soccer shorts for me to wear. Jack took a hit as I changed and then pulled out his cock and I dropped to my knees. As he held my head I didn't care any longer about his friends and was happy. He told me his friends knew about my fetishes and they had been partying since last night and he told them what we had done in the past. The guy had thought I was attracted to his girl and Jack had told them that I was gay. Jack said the girl wanted to see me blow him and maybe blow her boyfriend too. He told me the guy had eight inches and was uncut and told me when I saw it he knew I'd want to suck it and let the girl watch. He pulled me up and told me he wanted to fuck the girl and wanted the guy to fuck me. He told me to be a good boy and help him get the girl. I nodded and he said let's join them. I was still flying and wanted to suck so bad. The couple were just taking a hit when we walked into the room and Jack told me to get everyone a drink and the girl got up and went with me. As I went to the kitchen I heard Jack tell the guy we were going to have so much fun. The girl kissed me once we were in the kitchen. I stepped back and she laughed and told me I was cute. My high was coming down and I was feeling awkward. She told me to relax and that she was just joking. We brought the drinks and Jack gave me a pipe with a large rock and I knew the fun was about to begin. I took a huge hit and when I gave him the pipe he told me to sit next to him. Thirty seconds later I started to really fly and Jack handed me a pacifier which I grabbed and put it in my mouth and stated sucking it.

Chubby poz pigs are hot, though rare.

I want you, love the belly and the moobs

I love big top bears, but they seem to be impossible to find. Any bears over 250lbs wanna fuck let me know!

My dream top, and I've had a few of them, is a big black guy, and I mean big belly and big dick. They are so hot.

Hi Pig Bottom. I was born and raised in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Keep watching ;-)