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A week ago when in DC, I decided to cruise a building on a university campus to see if I could score any under stall action. This particular building was known for its active cruising scene, and the on-line posts seemed to indicate it was safe for non-students, and as I was fairly sure I could readily blend in with the student body at this particular university, so around 4:00 PM I made my way to the building, then up the staircase to the floor with the restroom that supposedly had the most cruising. Walking in, I found it was totally empty, still I could readily see why guys chose this place: the stalls were set far back from the door, and the door was quite squeaky, which afforded ample warning. Picking a stall in the middle, I entered, wondering how long I would wait before another guy showed-up. Fortunately the wait wasn't long. In less than five minutes the door squeaked open, and footsteps indicated the man was headed to the stalls. Peering through the crack between the stall door and wall I saw the newcomer was a tall muscular black guy who, by chance, I had noticed in the first floor main lobby when I had entered the building. The man took the stall next to mine, immediately dropping his trousers, and giving a quick tap with his foot. Clearly he new the game, and wasn't interested in wasting time. No, he was signalling he wanted to play. I returned his tap, but before he can respond again the door squeaked open. Again peering through the crack, again I saw a black guy, this time a trim man, probably in his early 30s. He entered the stall on the other side of me so now three consecutive stalls were occupied. The latest visitor unlatched his belt, dropped his pants, and sat on the commode. And immediately tapped his foot. I was sandwiched between two black guys, both of whom were looking for action! I tap my feet to let both of them it was safe to play. The muscular guy drops to his knees and slid his legs under the stall, presenting his huge, rock hard, eight inch, thick cock. Getting onto my knees, I stroked his cock with my left hand as I reached under the partition on the other side, gesturing for the other guy. Within seconds he slid his legs under the partition, presenting me with a second thick cock, probably about seven inches in length. The guy on my left reached under, and finding my ass, tested the lay of the land, and finding it acceptable, he momentarily withdrew his hand, returning when it was lubed with spit which, of course, he used to lube my hole nice and wet. I spat into my hand and lubed his cock, not wanting to waste time as I knew someone might enter and disrupt our fun at any moment. Squatting down, I slid onto his bare black cock, taking his entire length up my hole. As he commenced thrusting in and out of my hole, I leaned over and blew the other guy's hard cock. The guy fucking me started pounding me hard, and I could hear his breath quicken. I also knew when he climaxed as he not only moaned loudly, I could also feel his thick cock pulsate in my hole as his raw cock loaded me up with his cum. He quickly withdrew from my ass, and as he did so, I could feel some of his load leak out of my hole. I quickly stand up and lower myself on the other cock, honestly not caring if he came here to fuck or if he was even willing to fuck raw. He didn't pull away, so I bounced on his cock until he started to push and pull in and out of my ass. Within maybe a minute he pushed in deep and held his cock buried all the way in me, giving me his load. I squeezed my hole tightly as he pulled out, hoping to keep as much of the cum in me as possible. After the guys left, no one else entered for the next ten minutes. I pushed the loads out into my hand and licked up the warm gooey sperm, enjoying the taste as I jerked off. Leaving a few minutes later, I felt totally fulfilled for the balance of the day.

Part 34 　 I woke up a few hours later and looking at the clock I found it to be nearly noon. I was still a little groggy when it dawned on me that there was someone else in bed with me. Looking over my shoulder, I found the stripper, Randy, laying behind me with one arm over me and up against me. His cock was semi-hard and in the crack of my ass. I was surprised at how nice that felt. As I was looking, his eyes opened and he yawned and then smiled and said, "good morning. How are you doing today?" I said, "I feel a lot more refreshed now and a little more relieved, I guess." He kind of hugged me tighter and as he did I felt his cock twitch in my crack and it caused me to gasp a little. He said, "we better get up or I'm going to start getting ideas," and laughed a little. I grinned and said, "yeah, I bet I know what those ideas would be about, too, and probably have to do with my sore ass, I bet." We both laughed then. He then pulled away and we both got out of bed. I couldn't help but look at that massive piece of meat of his hanging between his legs and marveled at how the hell it had felt in my hole. We padded downstairs naked as neither wanted to get dressed, me for sure and him because his clothes weren't here anyway. We entered the kitchen and I started making coffee. As we waited, I opened the back door to find Hank and Tom and the new guy I had spoken to last night outside already on the picnice table. We stopped and watched as Hank was fucking the guy, while Tom was getting a BJ from him. Apparently, the party was still going on, yet. I decided to stay inside, but Randy went out and over to the table. Looked like he was going to get a little more action. I still needed to take time to try and think things through. I left the door open though and went and sat down to wait for the coffee to get done. I had to figure out why, after finding out I was being loaded with AIDS cum in my ass, I had kept doing it. I now had at least 7 loads up my hole and was almost craving more. It was blowing my mind and I had to decide what to do soon? The coffee done, I got up and poured myself a cup, then went to the door to see if anyone was freed up and might want a cup. As I got there, I saw that Tom had finished and was sitting on the seat now and Randy had his giant hunk of meat in the guy and fucking him hard. Hank was no in sight, so I decided he must have went back into his place. I decided if they wanted coffee they could come to the door themselves. Wow, it was really hard to believe that Hank had become the new owner of this duplex, moved into the other side of me, found out he was gay, I had been totally straight, and then had been drawn into a gay 'relationship' with him and went to his party and ended up with 7 loads of pozitive cum in my ass, and all this in less than a month. What a crazy month this had been and now I had to figure out where I was going from here. Did I just join in more for the weekend and I had to admit that while I was playing it felt marvelous, or stop now? Then there was also the virus to deal with. Did I just say the hell with it and see if it took or get my ass to the doctor and get that PEP stuff they had told me about? Plus, am I now gay, or bi or what? A lot to think about for sure. I went back and got another cup of coffee and went to the livingroom to sit on the sofa and try to think. As I was sitting there, I became aware that I wasn't alone. I looked up to see Hank standing there watching me. He said, "your door was open, so I helped myself to a cup of coffee and came on in to see what you were up to. You looked mighty serious there." I also, noticed he had a hell of a hardon, too. Did he always have that huge thing around making it hard for me to think of anything else? As he walked across the room towards me, I could not take my eyes off of his cock as it bobbed and swayed as he walked. I licked my lips and couldn't seem to help myself as he got next to me and I reached up and took ahold of it. Why could I not resist when I saw it? I pulled it towards me as I leaned forward and opened my mouth and swallowed it in. The precum was already flowing and was so sweet. I sucked and lapped it down like a starving person. I wanted more and his cock grew to full hardness and was into my throat. His hands went to my head and held me as he fucked my mouth slow and hard. He did this for a good 5 or 6 minutes and then was pushing me back and around on the couch. I found myself being pushed down till I was on my back and he had brought himself on top of me. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and replaced it with his lips on mine and his tongue deep into my mouth. He moved downward and was between my legs and lifting them up and apart. I felt his hardness at my hole and then it was probing into me. I gasped with the feeling as it went in and in and bottomed out and his balls hit my ass. Then he started to fuck me, again. I could not resist and was pushing my ass back at him on every in stroke trying to get him as deep inside me as possible. The feelings invaded my very being and I was helpless to resist. I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my hole. He pounded with, almost, a fury. Every stroke eliciting and moan of pleasure from deep within me. Then I felt his cock expand more yet and then the feeling I wanted. I felt his cock throb and throb, filling my hole with his toxic cum and I felt my own cock erupt at the same time. Time seemed to halt and go on and on. Then we were done and laying caressing each other in the afterglow.

I'm sure that works for the poster. And I guess I can do that if I know that's what he likes or I pick up the vibe when we meet. But if they are good, I want to talk to my bottoms. I want to tell them about that one thing they did--how it took it from a mechanical fuck to something better. My bottoms spend hours to clean out so I can play so deeply in their guts. I want to thank them. I fuck for connection--even if it's just the length of our time together. Maybe that's why so many men want to play with me again and again.

10. A Record of Mike and Ben Mike and Ben captured in a photo lie under a magnet on the refrigerator. Mike wears a goofy, stoned smile and Ben looks supremely happy, happier than he ever had a right to be. We like to think photos stop time, but they’re really markers of time passing. We say photos “capture” us and they do. They’re traps, like tar pits or quicksand that stop us in our tracks. We shed the image, leave it behind like a skin, and we move on leaving our past self preserved in celluloid, or pixels, or amber. A photo is “shot,” you “take” a picture. And you pay a price for this tiny immortality, you, who always will exist at that moment, in that frame of mind, never changing, never growing another day older, innocent of the future course your life will take. They’re breadcrumbs, we believe, that will bring us back to our original selves, as if there were such a thing. We collect these images and put them in a box of memories, or in an album that sits on a shelf, or in the attic long forgotten. The more industrious of us sell the most salacious ones. Think Drax. The brilliant make them art, think Mapplethorpe, objectifying their subject; that is, make them an object of desire, whether the sculpted form of a black dancer, the long stamen of a calla lily, or a close-up of a ten-inch cock. This objectification, this simulacrum—merely a representation of the thing itself—exists in the humble Instamatic vacation snapshot, or the family posed and idealized at Thanksgiving through a Brownie lens, or the selfie we take pressing a button, our phone held aloft, revealing our junk in a bathroom mirror to an indifferent, anonymous world where we hope someone will notice. We do this to ourselves, as we do unto others, capturing a moment, taking a slice out of time, interrupting life’s unrelenting progress, its numbing continuity, in exchange for a piece of eternity. That, my brothers, is the bargain—and what a bargain it is. *** Jesus Christ Almighty, did this guy who how to fuck! Ben, as a top, was a power driver, pounding away at any available man cunt or boy pussy that was under him, only every now and then tuning in to see how his bottom was doing. And that was purely optional. But this guy who was fucking him? Damn! The way he closely surveyed Ben, every twist and turn of his big uncut Italian dick registering in some lewd and impactful way, he was there, in the moment, with his big brown eyes looking down, checking how his cock was making Ben feel. Most guys at the baths, himself included, were there to get off, but, Shit! this guy in the public area was sending him to the moon. No, not the moon but Pluto or whatever was beyond that. And purposely doing it for all to see. And he, Ben, was on his second round of cumming. Think of that! He didn’t even leave after he got off. He came once by this guy, yes, but this fucking guy wasn’t letting him go anywhere so soon. He was still drilling into him, wildly, bucking against him like a stallion, pressing Ben’s feet against his shoulders, fucking him like he was his bitch—oh, he was—spreading his legs, pressing deep into his hole, then twisting him around, screwing him literally one-eighty, setting him upright on his knees, doing him, pulling him back, driving him wild until—Ben couldn’t believe it—Ben was the one slamming his ass back on this guy’s long and extra-wide boner, humping it like a drugged up whore—which, okay, he was—but still, he couldn’t get enough of this fucking guy’s shit! The guy let Ben fuck himself silly on his big ol’ Johnson, that is until he (fuck, what’s your name again?), Manetti, chose to drive, and then he, Manetti, would just hold Ben’s hips stationery and undulated like a snake, slapping Ben’s ass like he was some fucked up cowboy smacking his horse, slithering and slamming, bucking and ramming into his hole again and again, then climb all over him, mounting him higher, throwing his hairy brown legs over Ben’s butt and just fucking the shit out him. Fuck! It drove Ben insane, and that was the point, wasn’t it? He wanted to drive Ben crazy in front of this crowd, which started off with a couple of bystanders, but now was a group of around twenty men, whacking their oh-yeahs, watching this horny ass stud fucking this other horny ass stud. What was it? Twice they’d flipped? No one kept count. The sight was its own aphrodisiac that made men watch for a while, then suck off or fuck their neighbor. You couldn’t help yourself. The Italian would unmount and take Ben from the side for the bath house to observe, holding Ben’s right leg high up in the air, Ben’s enormous cock bobbing hard in front, lying next to him, making sure he knew the Italian was in charge. (For now.) And slide repeated up his chute, reaching around, seeing where Ben was at. Was he still hard? Was he close to coming? How did this feel if he torpedoed into his butt like this? How did Ben feel if he slowed it down, a nightcrawler in his ass, smoky Barry White bass strokes, almost sliding out, then fucking shooting back in, hard, hurtful, audacious? Did he feel fucked and controlled in front of the crowd? Did he like being controlled? Did he like everyone seeing he was a fucking bottom toy to this hairy wop? Dealer’s choice, pal. The amazing thing, the thing that got him hooked, that made him want to see him outside of the bath house, afterward, for a lifetime, was that when he heard him cum, when he whispered in his ear he was cumming, he still kept fucking him after he shot. Not only was he a good fucker, he was a giving fucker. He allowed Ben to get off while he still poked his chute. But Ben wasn’t going to let this fucker off that easy. After Ben felt cum dripping out his hole, he pushed the guy off and, to the bath house’s amazement and captivation, Ben flipped the fucker for the second, or was it a third time, sticking him with his patented Big Ben dongle. How’d he like that, motherfucker? Wham, bam, and now Manetti’s legs were spread in the air, Ben rapidly jack hammering that sexy, hairy Italian ass. Ben fucked the living shit out of him. Plowed him, swirled his hips, gyrated into him like the guy was all seven cars on a Tilt-O-Whirl, spinning him like a top till Manetti’s big uncut cock was hard again and leaking as severely as a faulty water hose. *** There was a sound of trickling water. It reminded him he had to pee. His vision was cloudy but he was sitting up. There was greenery around him, a wall of bricks, something gleaming white. Okay, what was that? It had a name: oh, a white fountain. The white fountain had three tiers dribbling a constant stream, splashing away in the quiet garden. Ivy hung on trellises over the brick. He looked to the sky and felt dizzy. Clouds drifted overhead, four stories above. He watched the clouds for a while trying to focus, trying to remember, but found it impossible, like gauze wrapped his brain. Why couldn’t his hands move? Goddamn he had to pee, wished the fountain would stop reminding him of it. His head fell forward heavily. He noticed his arms were bound with plastic ties to the rails of a chair. His right arm had a tube that ran to an IV bottle standing next to him. The chair had wheels. It had a name: a wheelchair. Why was he in a wheelchair, with an IV in him, in a small, private garden, sitting across from a wrought iron bench with metallic flowers swirling as a backrest? The white fountain continued to flow. At the top was a frog whose mouth sprayed upward a small finger of water. He had to pee. He couldn’t stop it now if he tried. His bladder flowed and he waited for the humiliation of wetting himself, but it didn’t happen. No stain spreading in his hospital gown, no splashing on the stone pavement below. He looked up at a man sitting down in the wrought iron bench watching him, watching a colostomy bag start to fill with brownish urine. The man’s name was Drax. He remember that much, but someone was covering the sun. The garden was growing dark. The trickling fountain grew faint, till there was no sound. No light. Nada. *** Ben gave his step-dad the finger. His mom yelling but why New York over his step-dad yelling what kind of job do you get offered in a bar, while eight-year-old Chris stood on the curb crying rare tears. Ben knelt down to his little brother. “You be brave, buddy,” he told him. “You just wait. We’re going to be together again, just wait and see.” All he had was his wallet, his windbreaker, and a business card that had a Bel Air Motel room number on it. He left everything else behind, his record collection, his clothes, his pot, his porn. But it was Chris he felt the deepest pain abandoning. But what was he supposed to do? He was just eighteen. Two weeks before his step-dad jumped him out in the front yard for being insubordinate. Insubordination was a big thing with that stupid ass, all former marine, all present-day dick. In a reversal from earlier fist fights, John, his step-dad, received most of the punches before the police came. John was stronger, way stronger, but Ben was angrier, insanely mad, in fact, lost it, on how the guy treated his mom and especially on how he beat his little brother. Chris could be a pest, he knew that, but he never deserved the physical drubbing and mental abuse John doled out. But he was eighteen and had no Plan B, just had to get out at that moment, or wait for the police to arrive and arrest him. That was John’s threat anyway, accusing Ben of dealing pot out of their house. No matter how much Ben argued he was just holding for a friend, partly true, alright, he was lying through his ass—still, dealing pot in their rundown neighborhood, where the nearby penitentiary let out its cons? Seriously? Where if you wanted to score something harder all you had to do was hang out at the local Burger King? Where at the nearby Bel Air Motel, you could have a girl by the hour, or a boy, or anything in between. Dude, c’mon. Open your fucking eyes, John! Look where we live! Which was what Ben spat out, fed up with this shit. John, of course, who’d had it up to here with Ben and his insubordinate mouth shoved him out the door. Dirty faggot! That was the straw. Ben flipped him the bird. Walking away as pissed off as he’d ever been, then walking quickly down the street because of the approaching siren, he turned down an alley and pulled a card out from his jacket. He examined it. Three Jolly Rogers, their three cross bones spelling out X X X and Drax Enterprises in raised type underneath. He flipped it over. Room #12, it read in chicken-scratch script. Drax was this older biker dude he’d met in the alley behind the Tic-Toc Bar where he dealt weed. Okay, let’s pretend that that how he made his money. Sure, we’ll go with that for now. Lot of bikers hung out there so Drax didn’t really stand out much, just one of many forty-year-old plus leather losers mixed in with the ex-cons. You try to pick out which is which. A lot of the patrons knew Ben since he was a kid. Many lusted after him. Why not? This stony, surfer dude act he had down pat. Also his herb had a good reputation. Imported from Hawaii, distributed through a Samoan classmate who dealt large quantities, it was a gazillion times better than its Mexican cousin. Maui Waui, Thai Stick, and Purple Rhino were his most popular brands. Hanging out with some of his regulars, he’d do a doobie with a few of them in their homes or motel rooms. One thing might lead to another. Not that he turned tricks for a living—which is what he told himself at first—but it was just a little extra income. He had a nice stash of cash saved up and thought he’d get his own apartment, before John busted in on him as he was weighing out baggies in his bedroom. I mean the guy didn’t even knock. He knew John had been looking for a reason to boot him out since June when he graduated. So stars converged, bridges got burned, his stock got confiscated after he stormed out, and little brother got left behind. He climb the Bel Air Motel’s back staircase looking for Room #12. He actually liked the sleaziness of the Bel Air Motel. It was part of how he got off. He’d turned not just a few tricks—there, we’re admitting it now—in the past few months. It was conveniently close to the Tic-Toc so quite a few nights some rough customer he enjoyed getting high with, who’d bring Jack Daniels back to the motel room, he and whoever would have a little party. He found a lot of these older guys were just lonely or had an old lady back home with some snot-nosed kids, and they just wanted to get laid, man. No strings, okay, but twenty bucks for whatever. Sometimes they’d want to fuck him, which he didn’t like so much, but it did pay good, or they’d want to get fucked, which was his preference. Or sometime they just wanted to get their cock sucked or suck his not insignificant Big Ben. Or sometimes they’d just pay to talk. Thoughts on God, on marriage, on why they gave up on their dreams, rationalizing whatever the fuck was stuck in their craw that night. Ben was no therapist. He’d sit there staring at the guy going through some mid-life whatever, and he’d zone out, drunk, stoned, watch words trip out their beards. Maybe some spit when their ideas got intense. It was crazy they would pay to just blather. Sex made much more sense. Officially he was barred from the Tic-Toc Bar. Got busted there a few years back even with his fake ID. But the owner, Tony, a widower in his late fifties, who’d spent a few good times with him—nudge, nudge—at his nearby house, let him hang out in the alley, would sneak him a beer in exchange for a few puffs off his joint every now and then. The night he met Drax there was a rare summer downpour. Most rainy nights Tony took pity, would let Ben come in through the back where he could stay if he sat at the corner of the bar, out of sight, close to the back exit just in case. If the fuzz came, Ben was to slip out quietly, no harm, no foul. He was sipping his Jack and coke, when Drax slid onto the barstool next to him. “How much?” Drax asked. “How much what,” Ben said looking forward, observing Drax in the bar’s gold veined mirror. “How much you want?” Drax answered. Ben tried to get a bead on this guy. “Depends on what you want,” Ben replied, taking another sip of his drink. He didn’t know if the guy was looking for weed or was playing him for a hustler. Didn’t matter which, he’d copped to both sides of that coin, he just wanted to know which the guy was after. “Let start with you.” Drax offered him a smoke, which Ben accepted. Drax flicked open his lighter and lit both their cigarettes. “Well,” said Ben, looking at Drax directly, exhaling a cloud into the air. Short cropped grey hair, grey beard, dark eyes with deep, dark circles underneath. H-A-T-E tattooed on the digits of one hand. F-U-C-K tattooed on the other. “Depends on what you want to do.” Drax draped himself over the bar, looked into Ben’s face. “I don’t want to do anything. I want to know how much to buy you.” The man took a long drag. “Outright. Permanently,” he said flatly, the words exhaled through smoke. Ben howled. Tony came over behind the bar to make sure Ben kept his promise of maintaining a low profile. The bar wasn’t crowded, the juke box had ended, and the old guy and the young hustler at the end of the bar were the prime attraction. “Permanently? Doesn’t work that way. Sorry friend,” Ben said, finishing his drink. He gave Tony a two finger salute and went out the back door. It was really coming down now. You could smell the heavy salt air blowing in from the ocean. The beach was a few blocks away but with the wind roaring, you could hear waves crashing and imagine the waves were spraying right over you. He turned up the collar of his thin windbreaker, resigned to the fact that he’d be a soaking mess by the time he got home. Suddenly, there was a figure next to him. It was the guy from the bar walking at his pace. “You already know this,” the man said over the wind, “but you have something men want. You know this.” “I know this?” Ben said, without looking at him, his blond hair dripping down his face. “How do I know this?” “I see you do. Don’t be a coy little pansy shit. You know what you have has value and it’s not just what’s swinging between your legs. But what’s between these ears,” the man said, tapping Ben’s temple. The moment he touched Ben, Ben stopped and looked at him. “Dude, how many ways I gotta say this? I’m not for sale—permanent or otherwise.” The man looked amused. He pulled out a business card and wrote on the back. He handed it to Ben, and said, “For when you figure out what that price is, come up and we can begin a negotiation. What you will do, what you won’t, and what you want to become. I'll make it happen.” He pivoted and headed back to the bar. He called back over his shoulder, “I’m here till Monday then I go back to New York, with or without you.” Ben was about to toss the card in the gutter but he felt a flicker of flattery. Something vague, something vulgar, something exciting, something that made him feel maybe there was something he was meant for besides turning tricks out of a back alley. The guy was probably some lonely old fart that wanted to blow him or blow smoke up his ass. But he put the card in his pocket anyway and continued marching forward in the gale and spray. *** The second floor recovery suite had a hospital bed that looked out the tall French windows. Typically reserved for celebrity patients whose black limousines secreted them through the basement garage, brought up here to this charming suite that overlooked a lovely garden, where the celebrity would await surgery—face lift, nose job, breast implant, pec implant, penis enlargement, foreskin restoration, whatever—and afterward, recuperate for as long as they wished in the self-contained suite, complete with kitchenette and valet service, resting downstairs in the lush backyard garden, or lounging on the rooftop that commanded a stunning view of midtown and Central Park, sipping a Mai Tai from the outdoor bar. The roof was a perfect spot to visit with a spouse, or rendezvous with a lover, or to reveal to one’s entourage the surgery’s amazing results. Voila! Un tout nouveau vous. An all new you. The French windows, which opened onto a small balcony, were parted. A pleasant late afternoon breeze ruffled chiffon curtains. Once again he woke to the fountain dribbling softly below. His arms, once again, were anchored with plastic ties to the bed’s aluminum side rails. The large television console was playing a daytime game show. The sound was muted. A heavyset blonde woman on the game show was choosing between a new car and a new kitchen. Consternation filled her face. Consternation filled Manetti’s face. His bound hands didn’t make sense. Then, like a lightning bolt, pain struck his groin and he tried to crunch into a ball. At the same time, a man in a white lab coat, followed closely by a bald intern he definitely remembered, came in and checked the instruments Manetti was hooked up to. The lab coated guy stuck a needle in his arm and injected him. He instantly went numb, the pain evaporated, but he couldn’t move anything except his eyes. The lab coated guy lifted Manetti’s hospital gown and felt up Manetti’s crotch. Manetti saw him under his hospital gown but felt nothing. The pain was gone and was replaced by, not even numbness, nothing. The curtains stirred and he at least expected to feel the breeze but nothing registered. The lab coat guy removed some bloody bandages from beneath his gown. “Barkley,” the man said, addressing the orderly. “Take a look. I’d say this is the best I’ve ever done.” The orderly, Barkley, had droopy eyes and carried himself like a dolt, his fat lips hanging. He took a look under Manetti’s gown and sneered lecherously, “Fuck, doctor. I’d eat that.” “Not for a while, Barkley. Mustn’t rush it,” said the doctor. “Let it heal then you can have all the fun you want.” Manetti eyes quivered in alarm. His heart monitor started beeping wildly, the screen spiked with rapid fire bolts. He tried to speak but whatever the doctor had given him made all his muscles useless. “Bring me the fids,” the doctor said calmly, pointing to a case by the door. While the doctor slipped on latex gloves, Barkley brought over a small case, and opened it. Inside were a series of long cone-shaped brass posts, which ran from a half inch in diameter and three inches in length, up to the largest, a fid two inches in diameter and seven inches in length. The doctor selected the smallest fid, applied KY jelly over it, and brought it under Manetti’s gown. Manetti felt nothing physically, but emotionally he was frantic. The doctor followed up the fid insertion with a heavy gauze pad and adhesive tape. On the television, the fat woman was jumping up and down in her new kitchen. “Let’s let the patient rest,” the doctor said, and twisted a nob on the IV drip. Manetti felt the light fading, his head falling back, and a dawning terror surfacing, which crept with him into the darkness. “For now, change his colostomy bag. And in the morning, Barkley, bring our guest up to the roof for some sun. He looks awfully pale.” *** He pretty much new Room #12 was at the end the second floor by the ice machine. He knocked. Silence. He looked over the railing at the parking lot below. The San Diego freeway buzzed a block away. A black Camero gleaming below caught his attention, one of the only cars in the parking lot. It was Saturday afternoon. A nice California day. By six o’clock the motel would be hopping, by midnight the No Vacancy sign would be lit. He was about to leave when the curtain inside pulled back revealing the guy from the bar who gave him the business card. The door opened and the man blinked at Ben. He thought the man had forgotten who he was. “I met you at Tic-Toc. You gave me this.” Ben flashed the business card. “I know who you are. Are you ready to come in?” he asked. Ben went inside. He flopped casually in the only armed chair in the room. Drax sat at the desk and waited. “So, man, what’s this permanently jazz?” Ben asked. The man looked him up and down. “Far, far down the road, boy.” The man picked up a cigarette smoldering in an ashtray and inhaled. He smiled coldly, exhaling. “First step. Allow me to take some Polaroids.” He took a camera off the desk, and pointed it at Ben. “Test photos. Take off your jacket and shirt.” Ben took out a cigarette pack from his jacket, picked out a joint. “Mind if I…?” he asked. The man said nothing. Ben sat back, lit it and took a long drag while he stared back at the man. He took a second drag, and still the guy sat at the desk holding his camera saying nothing. Ben made a decision, put the joint in the ashtray and took off his jacket, sat back and gave the joint another toke. The man remained silent. “Okay, then,” Ben said, and pulled off his shirt displaying his broad, tan chest. He was just beginning to sport hair at his breast bone, and a few dark hairs spouted around his nipples. Against his well-defined abs, a brown treasure trail began at his navel and disappeared at his belt. “Why don’t you sit on the edge of the bed,” Drax suggested. “Take the joint with you, if you like.” Ben got up and sat on the bed. Drax flashed the camera, and the Polaroid went through its noisy mechanics and spat out a blank photo. While Ben gave the joint a couple more tokes, the image of Ben’s eighteen-year-old perfect surfer self came to life. Drax showed him his picture and he like what he saw. Serious, a bit sketchy, a bit innocent, dirty blond hair in a ponytail, a long sculpted nose, suspicious blue eyes, a thin mouth with thick lips, pinching a joint in his fingers. “What I expected,” Drax said. “Take off your shoes and pants.” Ben kinda liked the idea of being photographed. He kicked off his shoes and took off socks. Drax observed him as he stripped. Ben unbuckled his belt, let his jeans drop to the floor and stepped out of them. “Get up by the headboard, slip your hand in your boxers.” Ben was also getting into being directed. Usually a trick would let him improvise however he wanted as long as it led to a blow job or a fuck. But it seemed this guy knew exactly what he wanted and it wasn’t that. It was more like he was getting into Ben head and sculpting him in a way. He sat at the headboard and felt his hardening cock through his fly. Drax flashed another shot. Ben took one last hit and stubbed the roach out on the bed’s side table ashtray. As was his routine after getting a buzz, he went back over to his pack of cigarettes, his cock tenting in his shorts, took out a smoke and lit it. On the way over to the headboard, Drax told him to drop the boxers and just sit on the side of the bed. Ben did. Thought it odd all the guy wanted was to take naked Polaroids of him smoking. Drax stood away from him by the door and flashed a wide shot. There was a knock. Drax cracked the door. “You ready for us,” a deep voice outside said. Drax opened the door and let in two men, a black guy and a white guy, both in their early thirties. Ben knew instantly they were ex-cons by the black guy’s builds and both their wary eyes. The black guy reeked of penitentiary muscle, was a couple inches taller than Ben, which put him at around six-two, six-three. Rock hard shoulders and arms, with a slim prison food waists. The white guy had mousy brown hair, was sorta pudgy, shorter than the other guy, and had a severely receding hairline. “Whoo-ya,” said the black guy smiling ear to ear, checking out the naked surfer on the bed sporting a nice big woody. His partner said to Drax, “So, c-note for each time we fuck him? Shit, Daddy,” he laughed, “we’d pay you that much for such a pretty tail.” The black guy went to the bedside ashtray and picked out the half-finished joint. “Skootch over, Pony boy,” he said relighting the reefer. “You gonna be my bitch tonight?” Ben said to Drax, “I usually don’t like to get fucked.” “Did I ask what you like?” Drax replied. “This is Zion and Dave. They got out of lockup this morning, so they’ve got a lot of, uh, energy stored up. You’re going to need stamina. You up for it?” Drax asked. Ben shrugged his shoulders probably yes. Drax took out a small kit with several orange capped points in it. “This will help. You’ve slammed before, yes?” Ben shook his head no, uneasy, but not afraid. “Ah, lemme do him, Daddy,” Dave, the white thug, begged. Drax smiled indulgently. He gave the first syringe to the con. “Let’s see that arm, Scooter,” he said, feeling Ben’s forearm. “Make me a fist. So many choices.” He made a lip-smacking sound and pop in the needle, registered and signed Ben off. “See ya on the other side, man.” Ben fell back on the bed wild-eyed. Zion rubbed his smooth chest and pinched a nipple. “You feel good, don’t’cha, Pony boy?” “Oh, shit,” breathed Ben. He brought his knees to his chest in a fetal position. Zion wet his finger and traced Ben’s butthole. Ben jumped up, excited. “Oh, fuck, man. Fuck!” “Ready to get gangbanged? Here, put on this dirty jock while these boy’s get do themselves. No soft cocks in my films,” Drax said. Zion and Dave took up their rigs, while Drax brought out a large camcorder. Ben put on the jock, his erection hanging out the side, and sat breathing heavily on the bed’s edge. There was another knock. Zion, who was taking off his shoes on the second bed next to the door, he reached up and opened it. Three more felons came in, nodding to everyone in the room. Some knew each other, some not. Didn’t matter. This wasn’t a social call. “Hang up your clothes next to the bathroom,” directed Drax. “Get hard. Even if you’re not in the shot,” Drax instructed, “I want you hard. You can suck each other if you want, but don’t cum. No fucking, except to fuck this kid. Anybody got STDs?” A tall big dicked Irish guy, his shirt still on but pants on the floor, raised his hand tentatively. “Clap,” he said. “Okay, just so you all know, in case any of you do any felching. It’s on you, but felching will get you three c's, if that’s incentive, just snowball it to the kid, don’t swallow.” Drax opened a second camcorder case. “Mac,” he said to the guy with gonorrhea, “you’re my second camera when you’re not fucking him. Okay, so everyone’s clear. One c-note for each money shot. No money shot, no money. Let me hear it when you nut. Don’t think anyone hear is shy, right?” The men all laughed. “Kid, why don’t you break the ice and start sucking Zion’s big snake. Get your bubble butt in the air.” Drax turned on the camera as Zion spread his legs at the headboard and Ben started going down on him, his freckled shoulders down, his round ass high. That’s where Drax started, a big close-up of Ben light brown hole. Dry for now. Several men went into the bathroom to slam. Zion pushed Ben down on his growing pole. Dave and Mac crawled on either side of the bed slinking toward Ben. Mac got to Ben’s hole first and spat and began sucking on it, getting it juicy. Dave bent under Ben and started pinching his titties, slipped a hand and wanked Ben’s expansive meat. “He’s hard, Master Drax. You want to see it?” “Suck it and choke on it. That’ll sell this kid. Don’t be dainty. If you puke you puke,” said Drax. Dave went to town trying to take as much of Ben’s dong as he could. Ben did the same for Zion. Mac was at Ben’s hips, sliding his cock between Ben’s white butt cheeks, ready to bone him. Drax got the camera even with Mac’s cock, and recorded as it slowly penetrate Ben’s receptive ass. Ben let out a cry of distress and wantonness as the big Irish meat slipped in. As soon as Mac was completely buried, he pulled out and in rapidly quickening his pace. He climbed onto Ben’s ass and rode him fiercely. He bent over him, with Drax closing in on Ben’s face. You could see Mac whispering, “You want my disease, bitch? Want me to infect you? Knock you up, fucker?” “Yeah,” Ben got out, alternating between Zion’s and now Dave’s hard tools. “Yeah.” Mac yanked Ben off his knees and flipped him around, spread his legs and pushed back inside. He raped his hole while others sauntered around in the background, telling him to give him his load, encouraged his assault. Ben was spinning out of his mind, open and loving being Mac’s fuck bottom. “I’m cumming, bitch. Take my filthy load,” Mac said, pulling out, yanking his wet red meat, spurting over Ben’s balls and ass cheeks a full eight shots of long strands of white spooge. He took his still milking cock and wipe strings of diseased sperm and pushed it into Ben’s ass. He then penetrated him all the way up to his red pubes, and fucked him for a while longer holding his legs in the air. Dave licked up some of the spooge and fed it to Ben. When Mac was finished with him, he rolled off and Dave was instantly inside Ben’s hole. Mac went up to Ben’s head and demanded to be cleaned off. Ben was milking Zion’s cock, keeping him hard, but made room for both the men in his mouth. He stuffed their cocks in his greedy maw and got a nice moan out of them as their cockheads slithered over each other, Ben’s tongue stimulating them both. Zion, at his peak of excitement, pushed Dave off and climbed straight over Ben’s torso. He pulled Ben in the air spreading his legs, standing fully upright on the bed with Ben dangling below. The other men laughed and cheered as Zion twisted the kid in mid-air and plugged him while he was suspended. It was a spectacular act of precision, appreciated by Drax, but even more by a surprised, ecstatic Ben. Zion fell back on the bed penetrating Ben balls deep. Ben had never had anyone that big in him before and never so suddenly. Drax was there to pick up every yowl and shriek that Zion was so good at producing in pretty white boys. Dave was aggravated at having been shoved off but provided Zion with some ball and shaft licking as he fucked Ben. Dave’s tongue traced Ben’s hole as Zion’s priapic tool plowed away. Seemed like Zion and Dave had done this before. Ben was higher than fuck and enjoying every minute of this. He was starting to come off the initial rush, but his sense of reality was out of whack. As he was getting fucked by the biggest, blackest dick ever, and getting his asshole licked at the same time, he looked over and saw himself on television. Drax had the camcorder hooked up to check lighting and framing, but to Ben it was like he was living in two realities, both mind-blowingly fucked up. He felt Zion pummeling his hole, Dave’s tongue flicking his balls, but he also split off a part of himself, living in the image of himself getting fucked by a big, hot black stud, and teased by a horny gremlin determined to devour his balls. He floated between the live version of himself and the one for posterity, comingling in his brain. He was forced through his senses to live in the moment of each thrust Zion crushed him with, yet he also watched himself on TV—he was the main character, this guy getting gang-fucked by a series of anonymous strangers in a tawdry motel room. The men started blending into each other. Crystal made reality blur. Hours flew by. Two white lights followed every move he made or men made his make. A leg on the side of the bed where a second black guy was pumping in him from behind, a camera under his balls, watching his semi-erect dick hanging out his jock strap, bobbing up and down. A dark haired guy with a goatee, handsome in a hardened way, lay spread eagle on the bed. Ben crawled over him and bounced on the man’s long stiff P.A.'d cock, feeling the metal ramming his guts while he watched himself on TV bouncing on that same hard and handsome guy. The guy sneered up at him euphorically. Fuck, he never felt so good! He was pushed forward by Zion who wanted another piece of him. Still penetrated by the guy on the bed, Zion pushed his immense cockhead in Ben's elastic hole and slid his hard shaft up alongside the hard and handsome guy already inside. Ben had never been double dicked before and couldn’t believe how ripped open he felt, nor how good it was. Pain, pleasure, degradation, satisfaction could all exist together. Who knew? Better yet, with his head to the side he got to watch the spectacle outside himself, how others saw it, on the monitor. He thrust back on the men’s cocks, gratifying his ass as well as appreciating how visually hot it looked. He was in a feedback loop, making himself harder the more intense it looked, which increased the intensity of how it felt, which made him fuck himself even harder on their cocks—chicken and egg. And it wasn’t just him. Hard and handsome got more aroused and so did Zion. Both cocks engorged to their peak of arousal, their girths in overdrive, which only stretched Ben’s hole wider. He slammed into his tops as they ‘bated into him. There was sort of internal quake, a psychic agreement, a chord struck, and all three exploded together. No money shot for Drax—Ben’s hole got flooded and he himself, sandwiched by the two men, shot all over hard and handsome’s hairy chest. No, no money shot, but it paid off even better with the ecstatic chorus of howls produced by three men cumming in unison. Their orgasmic faces were priceless on camera, you didn’t need to see it to believe it, the audible growls and roars palpable to the men in the room, and still Drax got to end the shot intimately crouched between the men’s legs—Ben’s hole leaking out a deluge of cum, running out all over the bed; two sets of balls twitching, draining, with a pool of white semen soaking the sheets. *** It was the strangest sensation, and not altogether unpleasant, like a tickle but more satisfying. A tickle in his groin that blossomed in his belly and spread to the rest of his body. The opposite of a thought, a sensation that led him to a strange memory of the first time someone had rimmed him. Manetti lost to his teammate Enge in an after school practice wrestling match. This was in his senior year of high school, not a good year for him. He’d known Coach since he made the team his sophomore year, and after punching the mat after he lost the match, Coach made him hang back, wanted to help him deal with his anger. His parents were divorcing and he was supposed to pick a parent to stay with for the rest of the semester. Coach was aware of that. Manetti was furious with Enge for beating him, but more with himself for letting Enge get the upper hand. Life sucked generally and now specifically. Coach sat down on the mat next to him, draped his arm over his shoulder. Manetti sat there in the team’s blue unitard trying not to show emotion. Couch was this very attractive middle aged guy, greying at the temples but knew how to take care of himself, who always favored Manetti, whether in Coach’s math class, or on Coach’s wrestling team. “You know what you did wrong, don’t you?” Coach asked him, trying to get him to stop fuming. “I had my arm too far forward and it had all my weight. I was off-balance,” Manetti replied, masking his melancholy with anger. “Enge took advantage.” “No,” said Coach, “you let him get into your head. I saw your face. You were mad at him and you let emotion take over. You were all defensive. You can never get the upper hand if that’s all you are. That’s what beat you. It wasn’t Enge.” Manetti sat there, downcast, staring at the wrestling mat. “But I get it, Mike. I would be all defensive too. You have to go the lawyers tomorrow, don't you? Make a decision?” Manetti nodded his head. Coach pulled up his chin and brushed some of his wild chestnut hair out of his eyes. The unitard had always been a very vulnerable and unforgiving uniform. Your cock’s outline was always apparent. Because he had such a big one, everyone was always aware of it. But now, especially, feeling miserable and being comforted by a man he’d always admired, who always had taken him under his protective wing, now literally, raised his chin and made him look him in the eye. He couldn’t help but his truest feelings were beginning to show. He felt his crotch stirring. “You’re eighteen. Only a few more month and you’ll be off to NYU, so whatever you decide is temporary. Both your folks love you. That will never change.” Coach was warm, smelled good, but it was becoming obvious that Manetti was getting a hardon. Coach was slightly embarrassed, “Why don’t you hit the showers, champ. Come to my office and we’ll talk afterwards, if you want.” Manetti tried to crouch and slink off, to try and not emphasize how big of a boner he had. That was the first time that ever happened, but he’d never been held so intimately by a man before. He slipped off his uniform and hung it in his locker. In the shower his dick was still at half-mast but he didn’t care, he was alone. He put his head under the warm water and just let it run over him. He heard the locker room door lock, and saw Coach now as naked as he was, a figure as sculpted as Zeus, coming through the shower’s steam sporting a man-sized hardon. He’d masturbated late at night, fantasizing something like this might happen. Coach wore a wedding band, but apparently that didn’t matter. The man bent down on his knees and put Manetti’s stiffening cock in his mouth. It was the most incredible feeling he’d ever had. Water was running over his shoulders and splashing over Coach’s head. He shut off the shower and held Coach’s head while it bobbed up and down over his large appendage. He was going to shoot any second and he wanted to make the moment last longer than five seconds. He dropped to his knees and kissed Coach. He’d never before kissed a man on the mouth. His shaved face grazed Coaches face. He pulled back astonished at the sensation. Something he wanted to do for years, and now felt he had permission. Coach pulled his face back to his. Their kiss was passionate, earnest, sincere. Innocent as much as it was taboo. A onetime only encounter the Coach said after that day. Never to be allowed again, but remembered always. And right in the middle of the shower room, Coach did something unexpected. He brought Manetti down on the warm, wet tiles, laid him on his back, and lifted his muscular hairy legs apart. He spread Manetti open and drove his tongue straight into his butthole. Manetti was stunned he’d do that to his hairy hole, stick his tongue in there and start licking around, swirling it in circles, licking like a dog would, spreading his butt hair outward, always coming back to his center, tickling that sweet spot, a place he’d never imagine someone, especially this man who he’d looked up to for years, would ever want to put his mouth there. How delicious, sublime, dirty and obscene it felt. Something was now feeling as good as that first rim job he’d gotten by his wresting coach ten years ago. He opened his eyes and awoke in the recovery suite, his gown pulled up to his chin and the doctor was licking him between his legs. But it wasn’t a blow job he was getting. His dick was missing. He was shaved and flat down there. His hairy legs were secured to the end of the bed, spread apart, and both arms had plastic ties anchoring him to the guardrails. “What the fuck?!” he yelled. He got a good look and saw where his massive meat used to be was a slit, a cunt, pussy lips still wet from where the doctor’s mouth had been. He shrieked, “What the fuck did you fuckin’ do to me?!” Manetti rocked furiously against the bed, thrusting up his hips knocking the doctor away. He thundered out a banshee’s wail that reverberated far beyond the room, screeches of terror and fury echoing in the garden, flying to the sky. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” he roared, his face contorting demonically. “I’ll fuckin’ tear you apart!” He rocked the heavy hospital bed until it came close to toppling. The doctor shouted over his frenzy, “Do you want to be sedated again?” Manetti didn’t let up. He convulsed up and down, saying how he wanted to rip him apart, while trying to break free of his bindings. The ties around his arm showed red marks, bulging skin. The doctor persisted evenly, “Do you want me to knock you out for another four days? Is that what you want?” Manetti suddenly stopped. He looked down at his missing member. In a rasping voice, he said, “I’ll fucking rip your lungs out. What the fuck have done to me?” “If you calm down, I’ll tell you.” Manetti looked at him with fury in his eyes, eyes that bulged, eyes that flamed red. “I’ve given you a simple sex reassignment. Your organ was merely inverted. I just tested you and you responded as so many others have. It is pleasurable you’ll find. You’ll derive as much pleasure as you had before. More actually. You’ll be pleasantly surprised, I predict.” “Let me tell you what I predict, motherfucker.” Manetti began slowly, vehemently, each word committed to the violence he intended to pursue. “I predict, at some point, you’re going to have to let me go. And then. I will. Raze you. To the ground!” Again he erupted with even greater rage. The wheels of the bed rocked about to tip over. The doctor smiled his joyless smile, eyes that were dead of human empathy. “Then we simply must not let you go,” he stated, taking up a hypodermic needle and sticking it into the IV drip’s tube. Manetti fought with all his will to cling to his rage, but the drug injected was sapping him of strength, quickly making him compliant. He was calmly breathing, though with madness lingering in his eyes, but he was trapped inside a mutilated body that couldn’t fight. The doctor observed his quelling state, and once again approached him. He bought with him a camera and, with a clack over his crotch, recorded his handiwork. He set the camera aside, wet his middle finger, then cupped his hand over Manetti’s shaved cunt, slithering his middle finger up inside. There was not a thing Manetti could do about it. The fight had deserted him leaving the shell of his body behind. The doctor bent over and once again buried his mouth over his delicate vulva, fluttering its lips apart with his tongue. Manetti drifted off, his mind twirling down a rabbit hole. He fell onto his back on the white, wet tiles of the locker room ten years before, and Coach was between his legs, ravishing his beautiful, virginal mangina.

This time of year in Daytona is an exciting one. The annual Bike Week and Spring break happen to coincide with each other. As an older bottom bear, I don't tend to have much luck with the college boys. They either want twinks their age, or daddy tops to breed them. The bikers on the other hand tend to be a much more fun group. Last year I was fortunate to hook up with several bikers at a biker bar. Now at events like this, you never know who is straight and who is gay. As such, I was never the one to make the first move, I waited for the bikers to do so. I NEVER thought I would top my experience last year where several bikers drove me to a wooded area, and bred me over the seat of a bike. Well this year was even better! I went back to the same biker bar this year hoping I could find some fun. This year I did make the first move on a gorgeous bearish hunk. He was wearing a pair of assless chaps, without jeans underneath. I don't know of many straight guys that would do so. He stood about 6 foot, I'm guessing around 200 pounds, with a goatee and a beautiful hairy chest. As I came to find out, he had a beautiful 9 inch uncut cock. I decided to give it a shot. Even though I'm all bottom, I approached him and told him he had a nice ass. He smiled, grabbing his cock and saying his ass was not his best asset! We chatted for a bit and I told him about my experience last year. We had a few beers, and then I felt comfortable in asking if I could experience his, "best asset." He said not at the bar, but he had a RV just across the street, and he would love to show me, and give it to me. With that I agreed. Now many of you, like I original thought, have a stereotype of what a biker is. Kinda rough looking, hairy, bearded, and lives not only day to day, but lives for their bike. As I have found out over the years, that is not the case. Many of the bikers here are doctors, lawyers, or successful businessmen. Many have bikes that are customized, and cost more than a very nice car would. Come to find out, this guy was a doctor from Dallas. His RV was amazing with an extension that slid out an was a bedroom. In the back of the RV was a ramp to a space , where he could drive his tricked out Haley into. Now when I got there, his bike was outside, and what I found was much more exciting. OK so I know this has been a bit trivial at first, but hopefully you are still reading as now comes the sex! While walking to his RV we were both very flirtatious and got to know each other better. Come to find out, he was vers and truly loved both giving and receiving. We talked about the mix of bikers and breakers, and agreed that was amazing. He told me about a college boy that he had hooked up with a few dayss earlier. When we got to the RV the bedroom was already extended. He immediately threw me to the bed, basically ripping my clothes off. He took off his clothes, and I immediately saw a scorpion tat just above and to the right of his cock. I immediately commented and he asked me if I knew what it meant. Of course I did. He told me that he was highly toxic and loved gifting negative guys. This was my dream come true. He immediately threw me on my back, ate my ass briefly, spit on my hole and immediately started breeding me. After about 20 minutes, I could tell he was ready to blow his toxic seed into me. Before he did, he asked to be sure if that's what I wanted, to which I replied yes. A few more thrusts and grunts, he unloaded a huge load in me. After a nice hard fuck, I cleaned his cock as a good bottom should ALWAYS do. We embraced each other and talked about what just happened, with me assuring him that it was OK, that I was chasing and that I was typically not a cumdump, and had always wanted to know who my gifter was. NOT for financial gain or any other reason other than I wanted to know. A relationship with the gifter would be great, but NOT a requirement. The entire TRUE story has been written, but its up to you if you like, and want to know more!

Thanks. Don't worry, they'll be back. Meanwhile, back at home... ------------- Part 42 - Frat Party Ryan was walking out of the library on campus and heard someone running up behind him. “Hey, Ryan. Hold up” came from a familiar voice. It was Ken, from one of his classes. Ryan had fooled around with Ken a few times before he met Steven, but Ken could never decide if he was gay or straight and Ryan was got sick of going from fuck buddy to “I don’t know you” and back. “Hi Ken, what’s up” Ryan said as he stopped and turned. “We’re having a party at the house tomorrow night for the gay and bi guys in the fraternity to try and make them feel more included” Ken said. “Oh yeah, he was in a frat and thats why he didn’t want to come out” Ryan thought to himself. “Oh? That’s cool” Ryan replied. “I was wondering if you would be interested in coming to the party. Its a freebie event and won’t be too fancy but we will have a DJ and drinks” Ken said enthusiastically. “I don’t know. I’ll have to check with my boyfriend first. I think he had something planned tomorrow” Ryan said, knowing the last part was a lie but would give him an excuse to not go. Ken pulled a card out of his bag and handed it to Ryan and said “Cool. I know its short notice but hopefully you can make it, even for a short time. Bring your boyfriend or anyone else you want as long as they’re gay-friendly. Some of the guys want a slutty clothes theme, but jeans and a tee are fine.” “Ok. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow” Ryan said as he started to walk towards his car. When he got back to Steven’s apartment he told him about the party. “I’m not really keen on frat parties, but I’ve never heard of a gay friendly one before. It’s free, though, and both of us have the night off… Maybe we can go for a little while and leave if it sucks” Steven said. “Or maybe we can enjoy the apartment to ourselves and fuck like rabbits like we did last night” Ryan replied. “Hehe, that was fun, but I think it would be good to get out and see how the unfucked guys around campus are” Steven said back with a chuckle. “Uh… is it ok if we hook with other guys at the party?” Ryan asked. “Sure! It will be fun to fuck other guys and then come home and see how much better you are” Steven said. Ryan laughed and said “Whew, I wasn’t sure how you were going to take it when I asked. It just might be weird seeing each other fuck someone else” Steven walked over and hugged Ryan before saying “Actually, I think it would be pretty hot. As long as the guy I go home with is you.” “Cool. I think I’ll invite Jeff along. It will be good for him to get out and meet more gay guys” Ryan said and Steven nodded. The next night there was a knock at the door. Steven opened the door and it was Jeff. They hugged and Steven closed the door. “Have you ever been to a frat party, Jeff?” asked Steven. “No, I’ve only been to a couple dorm parties and those were kind of geeky theme parties - Harry Potter, Star Wars. Things like that” Jeff replied. Ryan walked out of the bedroom and smiled. “Hi Jeff, glad you decided to go” Ryan said. “To be honest, I’m fucking horny. I haven’t been fucked in over a week. My cock starts leaking as soon as I see any half-sexy guy” Jeff said before turning bright red, realizing he had said too much. “Hmm, maybe we should pre-lube that hole before the party then” Steven said rubbing his crotch. Ryan pushed Jeff to the middle of the room and Jeff unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his shirt off. Ryan and Steven were naked almost as quickly and Jeff got on his knees. He went back and forth between the semi-hard cocks, working them to full length. Steven and Ryan were kissing while Jeff devoured their cocks. Steven enjoyed feeling Jeff’s warm mouth and tongue on his cock but wanted to fuck him even more. While Jeff was sucking Ryan, he went and got the bottle of lube off the table from the fun of the night before and handed it to Ryan who was pushing Jeff on to all fours. Steven stuffed his cock back into Jeff’s mouth and Ryan spread his ass apart and forced his tongue into his hole. Jeff was moaning as he slobbered over Steven’s rigid shaft, taking it down his throat with no gagging at all. Steven was surprised and decided to see just how good the cocksucking training that Joe and Kyle had given Jeff was and held his head pushing his cock in all the way and holding. “One… two… three..” Steven counted with his cock inside Jeff’s throat. When he got to twenty and there was no visible or audible complaint from Jeff he pulled back and heard him quietly gasp for air. “Fuck, dude. That’s amazing” Steven said and Jeff swallowed his cock once more. Ryan wasn’t sure he was going to need any artificial lube with the amount of spit he had pushed into Jeff’s ass. He just put some on his now raging hard cock and stood up behind Jeff. He pushed and felt Jeff’s hole just start to suck his cock in. He gazed at Steven and grinned and both began to fuck each end. When one of them would thrust in hard, Jeff would grunt otherwise he was moaning in pleasure. Ryan was rocking his hips back and forth giving Jeff the full length of his cock and enjoying Jeff’s greedy hole for only the second time. He had been tempted many times, but had never asked Kyle for permission to fuck Jeff and knew that Jeff wouldn’t do it without Kyle’s approval. Ryan started to pump harder and held firmly on to Jeff’s hips. He could see Steven straining to not cum and felt his own balls begin to churn. His strokes got faster and could feel Jeff work his ass muscles to encourage his impending orgasm. Ryan screamed out as he felt the first shot pump into Jeff’s chute. Several ropes of bug filled cum coated Jeff’s guts and both of them moaned at the feeling. Ryan started to pull out of Jeff’s hole and was suddenly pushed aside as Steven was desperate to breed Jeff too. Ryan caught himself and moved in front of Jeff, who eagerly began licking the cum from his cock and crotch while getting pummeled from behind by Steven. Steven didn’t last very long since Jeff’s oral skills had kept him close to cumming. He pounded furiously at Jeff’s pussy without one complaint from Jeff. He grunted a few times and on the third one, blew his charged load deep inside Jeff, mixing it with Ryan’s. He slowly pulled out, pushing back in any cum that tried to escape. He moved next to Ryan and let Jeff bob back and forth between them, making sure that he licked all of the cum off both cocks. Jeff sat back in a proper slave pose and looked up at Ryan and Steven with a huge grin. “Damn you are a fucking great bottom, Jeff” Steven said. “Yeah, he is” Ryan said. Jeff blushed and said “Thanks.” Ryan went into Steven’s room and came back seconds later. “Jeff, stand up.” Jeff did as he was told and had a curious look on his face. Ryan reached down and unlocked the cage surrounding Jeff’s cock. Jeff’s partially stiff cock sprung free of it’s confines and he moaned. “Kyle gave us the key and told us to use it when we wanted. Tonight, you get to choose - top or bottom. Have fun at the party and maybe fuck a horny frat boy” Ryan said. “Thank you, sir” Jeff replied. Jeff walked into Kyle and Joe’s room and came back with a butt plug and bent over and inserted it in his ass. Steven and Ryan chuckled at the sight and nodded in approval. The three of them got dressed and headed off to the party. As they walked toward the front door of the fraternity house, they heard some techno music coming from inside and a young guy wearing only tight shorts went running past them and in through the door. “Was that glitter in his hair?” Steven asked. “Yeah” replied Jeff. “I have a feeling this is going to be a crazy party” Ryan said. They walked in the front door and there were a couple guys behind the table. One was Ken, Ryan’s one-time fuck buddy. Both were shirtless, Ken wearing bright pink tight running shorts and the other guy tight jeans and a glow stick ring around his neck. “Hey, Ryan. Glad you could join us!” Ken said exuberantly. “Hi, Ken. This is my boyfriend Steven and my roommate Jeff” Ryan said over the pounding music. He looked around and no one seemed to be wearing shirts. Some seemed to be oiled up like at a bodybuilding competition and he caught more than a few dressed only in jockstraps or thongs. “Cool. Welcome guys. We need to see ID’s and we’ll give you wristbands to get beer or spiked punch. There’s water too and some soda. They handed over their ID’s and Ken said to Jeff “Wow, you’re under 21. You looked a bit young. You don’t get a wristband and we can’t serve you alcohol. I’m sure you’ll have fun anyway.” Jeff looked embarrassed but took his ID back. Ken gave Steven and Ryan their rainbow colored wristbands and they walked into the main room. Jeff followed Steven and Ryan into the party. Ken popped up behind them and put his arms around all three. “You can mingle around. Theres a lot of guys here from our house and several other houses as well as non-greeks like you. Bar is in the back, DJ and dance floor are downstairs. Any door upstairs with a unicorn on it is free to use for real fun.” “It looks like we’re over-dressed. Is there any place to stash our shirts, at least?” Ryan asked Ken. “Sure, give them to me and I’ll put them in a bag by the front table. You can lose the jeans too, if you want. Just have something covering your cock when you’re not upstairs in a room. We got busted for a naked party we threw last spring” Ken said. The guys moved over to a corner and all three removed their shirts. Jeff and Steven took their jeans off and handed them to Ken. Ken rubbed Jeff’s soft butt and when he ran his fingers between the cheeks felt the butt plug. “Mmmm, someone came prepared. Oh, there’s a bowl of condoms at the top of the stairs if you need them. I know Ryan likes it bare” Ken said as he winked. They went over to the bar and showed the guy their wristbands and asked for a beer and a punch. Jeff asked for a sprite. Jeff’s cup was blue and the other two were red. They moved away and Steven asked Jeff “Do you want a punch or beer?” “I’ll try the punch” Jeff said. Steven handed him the glass to sip and he said “Fuck! That’s strong.” “Thats how you get your victim drunk enough to let you fuck them raw” Ryan said with a smile. Jeff chuckled and quickly downed half of his sprite and Steven topped it up with punch. “Thanks. Hopefully I can find someone to fuck. I have a huge load that I need to blow” Jeff said with an evil grin. He looked around at the other guys and there seemed to be wide variety of guys but the majority of them seemed to be twinks. They wandered around and made it to the downstairs dance floor. The DJ was set up on a platform with large stacks of speakers on either side. There were lights flashing and a few lasers bouncing off the cliche disco ball. In one corner was a stripper pole and the one guy using it seemed to be a pro. They moved on to the dance floor and began dancing. “Why don’t we separate and mingle” Steven said and got nods from both Jeff and Ryan. The room was warm and almost everyone had a sheen of sweat on their bodies. Most of the guys were wearing as little clothing as possible and a lot of the guys were grinding their bodies against at least one other guy. Some of the guys were kissing and a few even had their hands down the others shorts or pants. There was more than one pair of hands cupping a bare ass. It felt like the gay club downtown, but with everyone a lot more naked. Jeff moved over to the far side of the dance floor and was dancing awkwardly. He really had never danced with anyone, except for one wedding he was at a few years earlier and that was with his mom. He tried to follow the moves of the other guys but he wasn’t the most adept dancer. A guy seemed to be moving closer to him and he looked him over. He seemed to be about Jeff’s age and he noticed no wristband on him. He was about an inch shorter than Jeff with dark, shaggy hair. His body was thin and smooth and his lip was pierced. His eyes were dark and they seemed to sparkle in the flashing lights. He noticed a small star tattoo poking above his tight shorts. The guy got right in front of Jeff and ran his finger down Jeff’s chest. They looked eye to eye and the guy licked his lips. Jeff quickly realized he had no idea how to flirt or seduce a guy, but knew when someone was flirting with him. Jeff thought the guy was cute and he danced with him for several minutes. The more Jeff looked at the guy the more he wanted to feel him next to him. Finally, he clumsily put his arms out and turned the guy around and pulled him close to his chest. The guy ground his ass against Jeff’s crotch and soon Jeff’s cock was straining at the fabric of his jockstrap. Jeff began to push his cock against the guy’s ass, who then leaned his head back looking at Jeff. Jeff leaned forward, turning his head and kissed the guy. The music was throbbing and so was his cock. Jeff reached up and pinched the guy’s nipples and felt his body shiver. This was surreal to Jeff. He had no idea who this guy was or what his name was but they were all but fucking on the dance floor. They continued to grope and grind for a few more songs. As the music faded into a retro-disco song the guy turned in Jeff’s arms and started to back away. Jeff thought “oh well, it was hot for a few minutes. He’s off to find someone else.” He then realized that the guy was still holding his hand and pulling him, leading him off the dance floor. The guy took him behind the speaker stack, next to the DJ stand and backed against the wall. He wrapped his hands around Jeff’s waist and pulled him in. They kissed deeply and the world seemed to fade away. Jeff wrapped his arms around the guy and rubbed him up and down, eventually grabbing his butt. That elicited a heavy moan from the guy into their kiss. His tongue slid into the guys mouth and their groping got more intense. Jeff felt the guy move his hand around and grab his cock. The guy pulled back from their kiss and grinned at Jeff before licking the sweat off of his chest. He moved lower and lower and ended up on his knees, tugging at the side of Jeff’s jockstrap to free his newly uncaged cock. His dick was soon inside the guys mouth and the guy was sucking him. He wasn’t used to being the one being sucked, but he was enjoying it more and more. They guy was energetically sucking Jeff when Jeff looked over and saw the DJ staring at them. At first he was shocked and tried to pull away, but the guy blowing him was holding him tight and he couldn’t escape. He looked back at the DJ who was smiling and nodding so he let the guy keep sucking him. Jeff would alternate closing his eyes and enjoying a rare blowjob and looking down at the guy sucking his hard cock. Jeff’s balls began to tingle and he once again tried to pull off. This time the guy let him and then stood up. They were face to face again and the guy leaned in and kissed him quickly before turning around and pulling his shorts down. They fell to the floor and he put his hands against the wall. Jeff was standing there with a raging hardon and a naked ass in front of him. The music was loud and there was no way that he could tell the guy he was poz. Before he could move, the guy grabbed Jeff’s cock and directed it to his ass. Jeff spit on two of his fingers and pushed them into the guy’s hole and was greeted with a very wet hole. Jeff pulled his fingers out and licked them, tasting the cum of some other guy or guys. Jeff’s cock was now running the show and he pushed inside the guy. Jeff started humping the guy and then realized the DJ was still there. He looked over and saw the DJ looking back at them stroking his cock. He fucked harder and felt the guy push his ass back to meet his thrusts. He was banging the guys ass to the beat of the music, no one other than the DJ was the wiser of the sex happening so close to them. He saw the DJ stop stroking and turn back to the rig to fade to the next song, his hard cock jabbing at the desk. Jeff bent the guy over a bit more and hammered his ass and then felt his load shoot deep inside the guy. After the last spurt of poz cum pumped in, he noticed the DJ standing right next to him. He pulled out and the DJ took his place. He moved in front of the sexy bottom boy but he seemed indifferent to sucking his cock clean and was now enjoying the fucking from the DJ. Jeff tucked his cock back into the jockstrap and headed back to the dance floor and found his spot again. Steven and Ryan spent some time dancing together and then wandered apart to find someone to have some fun with. Steven went back upstairs to get another drink, switching over to beer this time. He started talking to a few people who were standing around. One of the guys said “I think I might be a virgin again its been so long since I’ve been fucked.” They all laughed and another said “Sometimes I think this town is all bottoms.” They all laughed except for Steven. “So when was your last?” the short black guy asked Steven. Steven wasn’t prepared to talk to a stranger about how often he got laid, so he stumbled a bit before saying “Yesterday.” “Damn, you’re keeping the town top all to yourself?” was the reply from the black guy. Steven chuckled and said “No, I fucked him” which garnered a bunch of gasps from the group. “Girl, everyone knows that asian guys are all bottoms” the black guy said. Steven was visibly irritated. “Yeah, thats why there are so many of us all over the world. I’m actually vers but I prefer to top” he said as he stood a bit taller. Turning to the black guy Steven said “I can prove it if you want and fuck you into next week.” A few of the guys backed away but the black guy just looked Steven up and down before saying “Girl, prove it.” Steven turned and started walking towards the stairs and turned waiting for the guy to follow. It didn’t take long and when Steven grabbed his crotch and adjusted his growing cock inside his CK trunks, the guy headed his way. They went up the stairs and went into the first room they found with a unicorn on the door. It was apparent that the room had already been used a few times for sex. Opened condom packages were on the floor along with a large beach towel that had several wet spots and stains on it laid out in the center of the room. Steven pulled the guy in and kissed him roughly. He put his hands on the guy’s shoulders and began to push him down. The outline of his cock was easily visible in his underwear along with a wet spot. The guy licked his shorts and playfully bit his shaft through the cloth before pulling it down and observing Steven’s now hard cock. He swallowed the now freed cock and sucked like he hadn’t had cock in weeks. Steven moaned and started to fuck his face and the guy didn’t put up a fight. Steven looked up and the other guys from the group downstairs were standing at the door, watching. “Suck that cock, Brad” yelled one of the guys in the doorway. Steven held Brad’s head still and drilled harder and he could see the guys at the door rubbing their crotches. It felt good taking control of this guy that questioned whether he was really a top and Steven wanted to make sure he never made the mistake of thinking all asian guys are bottoms ever again. He pulled Brad’s head off his cock and tilted it up towards his and spit in his mouth before pushing it back on his now dripping cock. He spent a few more minutes fucking Brad’s face and then pulled out and said “on your back and show me that ass.” Brad quickly laid down on the towel, feeling a wet spot on his shoulder from someone else’s cum or lube. Steven pushed him back and saw Brad’s hole for the first time. “Virgin tight” was his first thought, but then he doubted that very much. He blew on the puckered hole and watched it wink at him. He spit on it and then rubbed his finger around the ring. He didn’t see any lube around and the tube he brought was in his jeans downstairs. He dripped a large glob of spit on Brad’s hole and worked it in with his fingers, hearing Brad’s moans and then whispering from the audience. Steven was a little impatient and wanted to feel Brad’s warm pussy wrapped around his cock. He lowered Brad’s legs a bit and let them rest on his shoulders as he lined up his cock. “Want some Thai cock?” he said to Brad who replied without thinking “Oh my god yeah!” Steven’s cock was leaking his charged precum all over Brad’s hole and Steven slid his cock in easily. Brad squealed as he felt the cock push deeper into his cunt. Once Steven had planted all of his cock inside he said “Fuckin’ nice hole. Think you can handle a rough fuck?” Brad looked up and realized that Steven hadn’t lied so far and was worried that Steven would pound him a lot harder than his usual pump and dumps. He said “Please, fuck me”, hoping that Steven wouldn’t fuck him too hard. Steven smiled and didn’t say anything as he slowly withdrew and then slammed in. He heard gasps not only from Brad, but the guys at the door. Steven did that a couple more times and then got into a rhythm of a steady, firm piston motion. He grabbed Brad’s feet and pushed them back, folding his legs back and he started to fuck harder. Brad pulled his legs back even further and it opened his ass a bit more, letting Steven get his cock in deeper. The spit and precum had done their job and the moans from Brad told everyone he was enjoying being Steven’s bitch. The guys in the doorway all had their cocks out and were stroking them while Steven fucked Brad. Steven leaned forward and whispered to Brad “I’m gonna fucking breed that boi pussy of yours” and then leaned back and started to pound Brad’s hole. Steven was dripping sweat on to Brad as his body slammed in over and over. He began to say “fuck” over and over, louder and louder. His balls tingled and he knew it wouldn’t be long before his toxic seed would be pumping into Brad’s hot bubble butt. Steven let out a loud “FUUUUUCCCKKK” as his cum began to shoot. Each slow, hard thrust got a new volley of seed pumped into Brad’s hole. Steven looked down and Brad’s look went from euphoric to panic as he realized he just got bred by someone he never had seen before. It felt so good to finally have a long bare fuck instead of the quick, covered ones he usually got. The feeling of the throbbing cock and the warm cum inside him let him forget about his worries. though. Steven pulled his cock out and motioned Brad to get on his knees and suck him clean. It was a new experience for Brad. He had sucked and swallowed many cocks but never one that had just fucked him bare. Once his cock was clean, Steven backed away and picked up his underwear and put them on, leaving Brad on his knees. “Thanks. Now you know what asian cock is like” Steven said as he walked towards the door. The guys let him through and they watched in awe as he walked down the stairs. Steven got a beer and decided to go down to the dance floor, where he found Jeff dancing with a group of guys and joined in. Ryan had talked to several guys, groping and kissing several of them, but he was really looking to get Ken in a quiet corner and fuck him for old time’s sake. Soon he spotted his prey and walked up behind Ken and pulled his back against his bare chest and ground his bulge against Ken’s ass. Ken tried to continue his conversation with the two guys in front of him, but was definitely distracted. One of the two guys moved closer and pushed his hand into Ken’s tight shorts and was rubbing his cock and balls while the other guy just wandered off. Ryan was nibbling on Ken’s ear and the conversation was replaced with Ken’s moans. Ken tried to wiggle free from Ryan and the other guy, but they held him tight. “I… I can’t. I have a girlfriend” said Ken. “Where is she?” Ryan asked. “She went home for the holiday already” Ken replied. Then she won’t know what happens tonight” the other guy said. “You fuck with guys and then feel guilty about your urges and run away leaving us hanging” Ryan said. “You too? Fuck, I can’t tell you the number of times he’s disappeared on me after we fucked” the other guy said. “I think we need to remind you just how good a cock feels, Ken” Ryan said. Ken didn’t put up much resistance as they pushed him up the stairs. Ken led them into a room and Ryan recognized a few pictures and realized it was Ken’s room. In seconds all three were naked and on the bed, groping and kissing. Ryan started to feed his cock to Ken’s mouth and the other guy took his ass, munching on Ken’s tight hole. Ryan’s cock was hard and leaking and he remembered that Ken was always a great cocksucker. He could feel Ken moaning around his cock as he sucked and played with Ryan’s balls. He pulled his cock out and said “Give me that ass.” The other guy and Ryan swapped ends and Ken looked up and said “Fuck me Ryan. Allan, give me that cock.” Ryan pushed his finger into the spit soaked hole and then pushed a second one in. Allan was watching Ryan closely as Ken inhaled his cock. He hadn’t seen him pick up any condoms on their way up the stairs and wondered if he had any in his jeans. Ryan twisted his fingers around, opening up Ken’s tight hole. Satisfied that it was ready, he moved closer and tapped his bare cock on Ken’s hole. He spit on the end of his cock and pushed it against Ken’s hole. “Are you going to fuck him raw?” Allan asked. “I always have” Ryan replied. He pushed harder and Ken’s hole gave way, allowing his bare cock to slowly descend inside. Ken let out a growl and then started to lick Allan’s cock feverishly. The two guys were fucking both of Ken’s holes, with one occasionally ramming in and forcing the other’s cock deeper. Ken couldn’t decide who he wanted more. He would spread his ass cheeks wider, letting Ryan’s cock go in further, then he would grab Allan’s thighs, pulling his cock into his throat. Ryan heard Allan say he was getting close and he fucked harder, urging his balls to do the same. The bed was rocking and squeaking and pounding into the wall. Before he knew it, Ryan’s balls were tingling and he drove his cock in as hard as he could, grunting with each stroke until his cock started pulsing with each spurt of infected cum soaking Ken’s guts. With a final slam, the last of his load pumped in and Ryan withdrew from Ken’s ass. He was breathing heavy and sweating like crazy. Ryan stayed there a few moments coming down from the high until he noticed Allan moving towards him. He came out of the daze and moved around, presenting his cock to Ken who licked and sucked the cum off of it. Allan paused a moment, as if trying to decide whether to fuck Ken raw or not and Ryan told him “Just do it.” His cock slowly slid into the cum filled pussy and Allan’s eyes got big. He had never felt anything so wonderful around his cock as this. The bare skin on skin, the cum, the directness of their body contact were completely new to him. He began to plow Ken’s hole slowly and savor the feelings. Ken’s ass was getting a slow workout while his mouth and tongue were crazily lapping and sucking any cum they could find on Ryan’s cock, balls and crotch. Allan slowly sped up, not wanting to fuck too hard and cause him to cum. He wanted this to last a long time. He closed his eyes and let his senses concentrate on the feel, smell and sounds. He didn’t notice the sound of Ken sucking fade away, nor did he realize that Ryan had moved behind him. It was a jolt when he felt two hands bend him over Ken and a lubed finger press into his rarely fucked hole. Ryan held Allan firm and let Ken fuck himself on Allan’s cock. Allan’s ass was squeezing around Ryan’s finger as he pushed in and out. Ryan added a few more drops of lube and then slicked up his cock before he replaced his fingers in Allan’s ass with his cock. Pushing Allan all the way into Ken, Ryan pushed himself into Allan. With his cock all the way in he slowly pulled back letting Allan come with him part of the way. Finally, Allan resumed fucking his cock into Ken and then driving his ass back on to Ryan’s shaft. Allan controlled the pace, but the feelings were intense and he kept fucking faster and faster until he slammed into Ken and unleashed a flood of cum into Ken. Ryan moved forward with Allan when he knew Allan was about to cum and then started to hammer Allan’s throbbing hole, Allan’s orgasm milking Ryan’s cock. Ryan plunged in all the way and let Allan coax another charged load out of his balls, filling Allan’s neg cunt with its first taste of charged semen. Both cocks filled the warm confines of their holes. When the pulses and throbs had finally subsided, Ryan pulled out and then let Allan do the same. The three of them collapsed on the bed, exhausted and fell asleep for a few minutes. Ryan was the first to wake and he realized he had only been out 15 minutes. He got up and put his jeans back on and went back to join the party. He grabbed another beer and ended up downstairs, where he found Jeff dancing with a small group of nearly naked guys. As he got closer he realized that they were taking turns riding Jeff’s cock. From his angle, he couldn’t tell if there was any penetration or if Jeff was just rubbing his cock up their cracks. Just then, the group rotated again and a ginger haired twink moved in front of Jeff and Jeff pushed down on his shoulders as he shoved his cock up inside the boy. Ryan looked the boy over and noticed a scorpion tattoo on his right pec and a few other tattoos on his body and he was wearing flip flops and a red jockstrap. Jeff was thrusting to the beat of the music and no one seemed to notice or care that someone was getting fucked on the dance floor. Jeff was tweaking the nipples of the bottom boy as he seemed to fuck harder and harder. Ryan assumed he was about to shoot his load and wondered how many of these guys would be carrying Jeff’s bug by the end of the party. Sure enough, he saw Jeff throw his head back and shove hard into the twink and then his body shook. Ryan watched the twink pull himself off, turn and kiss Jeff and then dance off across the dance floor. Jeff turned and saw Ryan and walked over to him. Jeff was covered in sweat and looked exhausted. Ryan handed him his beer and Jeff chugged it down. They wandered towards the stairs to head upstairs and saw Steven dancing between two guys, taking turns grinding against each one. Steven spotted them and grinned and Jeff and Ryan went up the stairs. They stopped at the bar and both got water and Steven popped up behind them, grabbing their asses. “Have we had enough fun?” asked Steven. “Yeah, I’m pretty beat and my balls hurt” said Jeff. Ryan and Steven chuckled. “I think we’re just about the only guys topping tonight” Ryan said quietly and the other two grinned. They wandered over to the front table and asked if they had a bag with their clothes in it. “What’s the name” the guy asked. Ryan said his name and the guy handed a bag over. They got dressed and started to leave when a guy came up to Jeff and handed him his number on a scrap of paper. It was the guy he fucked behind the speaker and he said “That was so fuckin’ hot. Thanks. Call me, I want to do it again” and ran off back downstairs. The three started to walk back to the apartment and Ryan said to Jeff “How many guys did you fuck tonight? Did you do that whole line of guys?” Jeff chuckled and said “Yeah, I got my cock in all of them at one point or another. I bred two. I fucked that guy that gave me his number earlier and I gave him a huge load.” Ryan replied “Damn, you were a breeding maniac then.” Ryan stopped and turned to Jeff “Its probably closer for you to walk back to the dorm from here.” “I need to put my cage back on. I enjoyed my time tonight, but I need to have it on. I don’t want to take advantage of Master Kyle and Master Joe’s generosity” Jeff said. They got back to the apartment and Ryan caged Jeff’s cock after he washed it off. Jeff crashed on the couch and Steven and Ryan passed out in their bed.

LAST MARCH CLUB120 BB SEX PARTY --> Sat., March 17/18 Wow, rawbros! Where to begin and how to start? Yesterday was a beautiful bb sex party @Club120. The theme was "DADDY KNOWS BEST". I got to play with several younger men into daddies - YES! The vibe was GREAT! I could rim one boycunt, then suck another nearby hard cock, and fuck someone in close vicinity. Like a bb porn shoot. I love it when sex partners change - duos, trios, small groups. I had a younger visiting Mexican fuck my daddy ass a few times. I asked him for his cum and the last time he fucked me he delivered a delicious hot load in me. Bliss! Three other guys blasted down my throat at different points in my 4 hours there! Heaven! The last younger guy had a muscular beefy body, pretty much hairless. I got to fuck his boyhole for a bit. I noticed his hard dick needed a willing mouth. He loved his nipples being played with and almost ripped off (some guys honestly love rough nipple play). As I was sucking him and playing with his nipples, he was getting harder and moaning. I twisted both his nipples more and he said he was cumming. I got a big hot load in my mouth. I quickly licked off his cock and gave him a long cummy kiss. LOVE THIS! He asked if I was ready to cum, and I was. He kneeled and took my saved daddy load. I could tell he really enjoyed it! He kissed me back with a cummy kiss. I'd love to see him again at future bb parties @Club120. Also, FelchingPisser was up from the States. It was great to chat with him. He was a busy guy!

last night in las Vegas. On holiday met this German in the Venetian ended up going up to his room. Nice thick long cock with a PA. Kissed sucked each other cocks, loads of nipple play. Then he rimmed me for about 5 minutes, the teased my ass hole with his uncut PA cock. Slowly pushing his cock up my ass. Must of taken 10 minutes, by this time i was begging him to fuck me. Which he did, he fucked in every position possible, he flipped me over so I was on my back and made me cum all over my chest. he didn't stop fucking me. pinning me down legs over his shoulders he power fucked my ass, calling me all sorts of things in German. I thought i couldn't take it any more then he shoves poppers under my nose. I willingly inhale, big mistake, this turned him on even more. He eventually shot his load deep in my ass. Then as I sucked his cock clean he ate my ass out, spun round and kissed me sharing what he ate out my ass. He fucked me 2 more times. Each time as intense as the first, going back for round 2 tonight

What a shitty attitude

I laughed and said “Sorry, it wasn’t really what I planned.” “You might not have planned it, but they sure did. They’ve been talking about it all week” Ty told me. “What?” was all I could say, shocked that they would want to fuck me that bad. New meat, I guess. Ty had a big grin on his face and I could see he wanted to say something, but was trying to figure out how to say it. He reached down and grabbed my semi hard cock and then looked back at me. “So, do you fuck as well as you get fucked?” he asked and his grin got even bigger. Ty really wasn’t my type. I liked him but he just didn’t get me going sexually. He was blonde haired and shaved most of his body hair. He had nice muscles and a cute butt, but again - shaved. I was actually surprised that he would even want me to fuck him, since most twinky jocks never seemed interested in furry guys like me. “Me? Uh, yeah. I like to fuck too. I… uh… usually use condoms though” I said to Ty. “Could have fooled me. You took those guy’s bare cocks really well and didn’t put up a fight” Ty replied. “Yeah, I don’t know what came over me. It just felt so good and I was kind of trapped” I responded. “Well, its your choice, but I prefer it raw. And hopefully you didn’t blow your load getting fucked, cuz I want you to give me a nice big load of cum” Ty said with a wink. I blushed, not being used to guys talking about sex this freely. Ty grabbed my hand and led me over to another bed. We started to make out and I pulled him tight, my sweaty fur against his smooth skin. Our hands explored each other’s bodies and I started to run my finger up and down between his ass crack. I could feel him moaning into our kiss and our kisses got more passionate. My cock was so hard it almost hurt. I realized that we had gotten over by the bed and I hadn’t picked up a condom, but then I felt some cum run down my leg from my ass and realized at this point it didn’t matter. I placed both of my hands on Ty’s butt cheeks and pulled him up off the floor while we kissed. He wrapped his legs around me and had his arms around my neck. I pulled him up and felt my cock free itself from being trapped between us and was now sticking out and slightly up like it usually was when hard. I lowered him back down and my cock rested along his crack. I moved to the edge of the bed and laid him down on his back and pushed him to the middle of the bed. He let go of my body and I leaned back and rolled him on his shoulders. His hairless hole looked up at me and winked. I growled and buried my face between his muscular mounds, my bushy beard against his skin as my tongue attacked his hole. I lapped at it and then pushed my tongue in. I could taste cum and that was a new sensation for me and all it did was get me more excited. Ty’s ass and my beard were coated in spit. I lowered his body down and dripped more spit on to my rigid cock. My cock was leaking and the head of my cut cock was glistening. I was almost as nervous the first time I fucked a guy and wondered how much different a bare fuck would be to a condom fuck. I pushed my cock against Ty’s spit slick hole. After the initial resistance, my cock slid into his tight pussy. The feeling was amazing with his body gripping my raw cock with no barrier in between. I almost came right away but I wanted to enjoy this a lot longer. My cock went deeper into Ty’s hole until my bushy pubes were resting on his hairless butt. I looked at his face and the expression told me how much he enjoyed my cock inside him. I began to fuck him and the sensations of a skin on skin fuck spurred me on to fuck harder. “Oh fuck! You look so sexy on top of me. I love getting fucked by bears and cubs” Ty said as my cock drilled in and out of him. My fur was matted and I was dripping sweat onto his smooth skin. “You like hairy guys like me fucking that boyhole of yours?” I responded. “Oh god yeah! Real men fucking and breeding me” Ty said. “Yeah, my raw cock fucking that pussy of yours until I fill you with my seed. That’s what you need, right Ty?” I grunted. I had never had any one really talk to me while I was fucking them, but his words got me more aroused and I started to get into it. “Fuck yeah! Breed me! Fill me with your cum!” Ty yelled and several people stopped and looked our way as I was fucking him even harder. My breathing got heavy and I grunted each time my cock slammed into Ty’s ass. I was afraid I was hurting him, but his look of lust and desire told me he wanted it hard. I felt my balls tingling and getting tighter and my cock swell even thicker than normal. I looked straight into Ty’s eyes as my cock exploded, pumping what seemed like a gallon of cum into his guts. I was growling like a bear as my body shook and my cock spurted over and over with my cum. The feeling of my cum coating Ty’s insides and then covering my cock was amazing. My cock remained hard and I started to thrust in and out of Ty’s cum filled hole. He looked up at me when I didn’t stop and I went back to fucking him. Cum was running out of his ass as I shoved in and coating my pubes. There was a frothy white ring around his hole and my cock. I couldn’t believe how good it felt and now knew why guys wanted to fuck raw. I pounded Ty for several more minutes until my balls had reloaded and were getting ready to shoot another load inside him. This orgasm wasn’t as loud or energetic as the first, but it still felt amazing. More of my seed pumped into his hungry hole and after the last twitch I fell forward and kissed him passionately. When I got back up, I looked around and we had an audience of 5 or 6 guys who were clapping and patting me on my back. I guess I had made an impression as a versatile bareback fucker, since several guys gave me their numbers.

Finally took multiple anon loads in a hotel's closet. The location is unusual that's why it makes me post a poll as well to see what your preference is. I was attending a conference with my bf and stayed at a hotel with a huge walk in closet. The idea hit me when I was standing in the closet hanging my clothes, and my bf's worn gym clothes fumed the space with his manly scent, which instantly got me horny. So, just to give it a shot and posted on CL, "...condoms, lube and poppers are provided, and may go bare if you talk me into it but must be free of diseases".... First time experience was the best. The moment i heard the closet door opened, my heart was pounding. i could hear him undress, like me he got hard instantly with the smell of my bf's worn clothes in the closet as he slapped his hard cock on my ass, grind and rubbed his uncut cock on my hole asking me if anyone has cum in my hole. after i said no, he went down to rim my hole, and wrapped before he fucked me. i was a little disappointed but it was a good fuck. Second guy with a smaller cock waste no time, pushed all the way in and started pumping and dumping. Third and forth went bare as well when i thought I had good 3 loads in me, i had enough. Another message came. He wanted to be the last guy of the night and he will bring a friend. He came over, rim my ass and push in his 7" cock and fucked for a few minutes and then his hand grab my thighs, pounding harder with no mercy. i could only feel his very hard cock thrusting, the moment i moan louder, another cock that I have forgotten slid into my mouth, its bigger, it pushed down my throat. i was feeling pain in both holes but soon i got another loads up in my ass. The other guy pulled his cock out of my mouth, stuffed and stretched my hole to force it opened, fucked away. It was painful to have it pushed all the way in, things happened so quickly from now on, someone hand the poppers to my nose, i took couple deep hits, my cock got hard again, someone kissed me, followed by someone sitting on my cock, tight ass with good skill, i cum in his ass instantly while i got my last load not long after i cum. What an experienced but when i thought about it, i got so hard and wanting to do it again. Maybe soon..

Got into Atlanta last night, staying in a hotel downtown. This morning I had some time and logged into BBRTS. Chatted a few guys, but everyone was one their way to work. One guy hit me up who was working down the block and was thinking he could come over. There were long pauses in his messaging, so I figured he was either at work or flaking. He also never unlocked his pics, though I didn’t ask him to, either. I liked the vibe in his messages and the cock pic. Meanwhile another guy hits me up from one of the other hotels in the area; he seems pretty serious, and we get chatting. The first guy responds again, saying he’s on his way and needs the room number and asking which tower I am in. The latter part of the question told me he knew the hotel and had visited here before. The first guy arrives wearing his work clothes and a light jacket. Handsome bearish guy, about 5’11” with dark hair and a beard. I was immediately attracted and glad I took the risk. I’m wearing nothing but jogging pants which I shuck as he pulls out his soft cock. I drop to my knees and start sucking. I quickly felt his cock responding in my mouth, gradually getting firmer and filling more of my mouth. I took a hit of poppers and went down on him again. His cock grew to an easy 7 1/2 inches, thick head, and getting wider at the base. I was wondering how much work it would be to take him. I stood up, reached for the lube n the nightstand, and slicked his cock. I had pre-lubed my hole with a little Vaseline while he was on his way up. I laid back on the bed with my ass at the edge, He didn’t even both undressing, just pushed his pants down to his thighs and pulled up his shirt tails — it was hot! This guy was strictly here for some hole and his own pleasure. He posoiioned his cock at my hole while I took a long drag on my poppers. He slid in slowly, and my hole stretched right around that thick piece. I was kinda surprised how easily it went. He started pumping, standing over me fully dressed while I was butt ass naked in front of him. He pounded away, his face showing how much he was enjoying himself. “Fuck that hole is tight.” I could tell this was gonna be a quick fuck, so I focused on how hot his raw cock felt. He used long strokes, thrusting back in and drawing out fairly quickly. I was grunting and encouraging him, flexing my ass muscles to help milk his cock. His eyes were locked on me and he grinned. “What did you come to do?” I asked him. ”Breed you.” He started pumping faster, and breathing heavier. His thrusts were harder now, and his head rolled back. “Fuck Yeah!” He says. And he’s pounding away. I knew he was feeling his cum shot building. He finally lets loose, spraying his load inside me. His face was a grimace as he edged between intense pleasure and hypersensitivity that was almost painful for his cock. I clenched my ass muscles, trying to drain his cock. “Push it all the way in me.” He stayed in me, panting, for a good minute or two. Then pulls out. I could feel some of his cum beneath the head of his cock ooze out and down my hole as he pulled out. He pulled up his pants and headed for the door. Quick exchange of thank you’s, and he was gone. No names, though he dropped me a note on BBRTS later saying thanks and how hot my hole was. The second guy showed up about half hour later. Thinner and shorter, he had a nice cock. I was more into the first guy, but had agreed to meet so I was obligated to give up my hole. He told me he was poz, and I said I’m neg and on prep. This was a quick fuck, as well, with me poppering up and offering my hole to his raw cock and load. If you’re gonna offer your hole raw, you’re obligated to take his load. It was an easy fuck. He had a decent cock, though it wasn’t as robust as the first guy’s, so I wasn’t feeling the same intensity. He fucked me about 10 minutes, and I was riding the wave of poppers and getting into being a cumdump this morning. I had one load in me, and knew I could have the second. ”Breed that hole. That’s what you want to do, isn’t it?” He was breathing fast, but he was athletically built and had good stamina. He wasn’t breaking a sweat, but had a solid rhythm. He was watching his cock pump in and out of my hole, then suddenly looked up into my eyes, his mouth open, and shot without any warning. He emptied his seed with slow, deep strokes, taking his time to pleasure himself. I felt the long, slow pull of his cock leaving my hole. He left a couple minutes later after washing up quick. He was a little more conversive, but still left quickly. neither of them showed any concern for me getting off, or asked if I wanted to. Both did a pump-n-dump and left. That was really hot, and I stood in the room stroking my cock thinking about the two loads in me from these nameless guys who came and went. I’m in Atlanta two more nights, and I can tell I want to cumdump again and again while I’m here, and take as many cocks as I can.

Part2 :The Breaker As we snuggled, we talked more about bikers and breakers. He told me that he had hooked up with a breaker earlier on the week that was truly vers, and loved bearish bottoms. He said that he still had his number, and asked if I liked group. Of course, I said yes. He said he would text him and ask him if he wanted to play. The twink responded pretty quickly, and said hes could be there in 30 minutes. With that, we had a cocktail, and he had a surprise for both of us when the twink arrived. The twink was a somewhat bearish guy. 22 y/o Midwest guy. Id say about 200 pounds and a scruffy face. He quickly removed his clothes, wearing only a jock strap that was straining to contain his cock. His pecs had a very nice layer of black fur, , but his stomach area was pretty bare, with the exception of the treasure trail that led from the top of his jock to his navel. We all sat down and had a cocktail, with the twink sitting next to me. Although the biker and I were completely naked, the twink kept his jock on. He started to rub my hairy chest, and I started rubbing his cock through his jock. It wasn't long before he started leaking precum, and took the jock off. I immediately started to suck his throbbing cock, when the biker said that there was no use to waste a load down a throat, and he had something to show us. He immediately led us to the back of the RV where the "bike parking" was. We both saw a portable sling set up, and he told the twink that he had already dropped a load in me. The twink had a confused look on his face as he had never seen a sling before. The twink said that he loved a preloaded hole, although he had only done that once before. The twink explained that he wasn't all that experienced with gay sex, and that he had only played with guys around his age before. He continued by saying that his first gay instincts started when he first saw his fathers cock when he was around 20. He joked, "like father, like son, they were both hung." As he could clearly see, I wasn't hung like him or his father, but I wanted him to call me daddy as he buried his cock in me. I told him I enjoyed role play, and would call him son. I told him that I would object to my son fucking me, but he needed to play along and protest any "objections" that I had about my son breeding me. I quickly got into the sling, and it was a bit awkward for him at first. He had never used spit as a lube before, and he lubed up his cock before entering me. Even though I was pre loaded, I didn't object. To my surprise he got into the role play, and was quite good at it. After a short while, he told me how he once saw my cock while pissing, and had always dreamed, and jerked off, thinking about it. It was time to upgrade my role play. I told him that what we were doing was wrong. Sons shouldn't be breeding their fathers. He just said, "daddy you know you want it." I told him that I would love to experience a cock up my ass, and I had asked his mom to fuck me with one of her toys, and she refused, saying that was gay. He was not as aggressive as the biker, but twinks usually have the stamina. He fucked me for a good 40 minutes before busting his nut in me, while I sucked the biker. The biker was stroking the entire time, and shot down my throat in about 15 minutes. By the time the twink came, the biker was rock hard again, and moved around to breed me again. It only took about 10-15 minutes before the biker shot his second toxic load in me. After the biker bred me, he pulled out a nice glass butt plug, and rammed it in me hole. He said that he wanted me to keep his seed in me, and that if we didn't meet again, it was his gift to me. I told him that I hoped it was not his only gift, to which the twink didn't understand.

It's been a week since I last got bred. That fact had been driving me crazy, but since last Thursday I've been at the beach and there aren't that many guys away from the city. Today I got back though and went straight downtown to the bathhouse to try and get some loads. I rented a private room as soon as I got there, got my hole cleaned up and went out to prowl the joint. This fit-as-fuck Venezuelan guy kept looking at me a soon as I got out so I approached him and we started making out. As I got there pretty early, around 4 PM, the place was almost empty and he wanted to set up a little show for the few guys that were around, so right in the middle of the steam room he pulled out his dick and drove my head towards it. I swallowed it whole, while two other guys watched and jerked off. The Venezuelan had some poppers, gave me some, took a hit himself and drove his shaft all the way in my throat, holding the back of my head as he fucked my face hard, not minding my gagging and coughing noises. "I'm gonna cum," he grunted, not, however, pausing in face-fucking me, which he continued doing until he shot his load down my throat. I got up, made out with him for a bit and without saying a word and trying to keep his cum from going down my throat, left for the bathroom. I got into a stall and gagged onto my hand until his cum came out. I crouched down and with the poppers still ringing in my head, relaxed my hole and got as much of the Venezuelan's cum into it as I could. I've never done anything like this before, but the need to have that hot guy's DNA in my body was to great to resist, so I didn't hesitate. I was gonna have that load in my ass, no matter what. I walked out of the stall and immediately saw an older, heavy guy, definitely not pretty, who was peeing. He also was doing a pretty lousy job of covering-up his beer can-thick dick. I checked his cock out, making sure he saw that I was craving dick and nothing more and he nodded me into getting back into one of the stalls. I did and he knocked a few seconds later. He stepped into the stall, which was somewhat ridiculous: the two of us could barely fit in together. Fortunately there was a bit more room at the floor level, so I knelt and blew him. That big piece of meat grew and grew and kept of growing, until, in spite of it already being all the way down my throat, its girth got too thick for me and it started to really hurt and I had to pull it out. I turned around, he stuck a finger into my hole and said "Nice, you're already wet." He got the tip of his dick next to it and started pushing in slowly, taking his time, for which I was grateful. I'm not a big guy, 5'4", and he looked to be over 6 feet, so with me standing on my tip toes and him somewhat crouching, getting his dick to slide into my hole took some work. And the girth didn't help. I scooped up the Venezuelan guy's cum from my cheeks and perineum, using it to lube up his big bear's dick, and I finally felt the *pop* that goes with getting a really thick dick into you. He slid the rest of the way in and, grabbing onto the stall, proceeded to relentlessly fuck me, holding onto my shoulders, pushing my body against his dick, getting his dirty fingers into my mouth and spitting in it - which I fucking loved. There's something special about being manhandled by a guy you know you're fucking just because his dick is big and it's gonna give you a load. It makes me feel like the cumdump I love being. I makes me feel like nothing else matter but the dick. He announced he would cum soon and I started squeezing and releasing my ass to the rhythm of his thrusts. That got him moaning even more and, with his big hand on top of my head pushing me down while pushing himself deeper, dropped a load into my guts that made all the meat on his body shake. I realized while he came that I'd managed to use this guy's cock to push the Venezuelan's cum into me while also getting another load in the process and that thought plus the feeling of that dick in me made me cum a little bit. After that he got his towel around him and left. I walked onto the little dark room by the terrace on the first floor and found it empty. I turned around to leave and saw that a couple of guys had followed me. They were a little taller than me, bodies that had clearly never been to the gym and faces I couldn't quite make out, but one of them had a HUGE bulge under his towel so I grabbed one of his nipples with one hand and his dick with the other, while the third guy took my towel off and started eating my ass. "Salty", was all he said while the hung guy sat down and I started blowing him, and the rimmer shoved his dick in me. I couldn't believe I was getting bare dick this easily on a weekday. I got fucked hard and fast and got another load in me without it being announced. His dick wasn't that big and I really wasn't paying much attention to the guy but for the occasional ass squeeze while he came. When he left it was just the hung guy and me in the dark room and I felt a hand making me turn around and a dick poking my leg. Yes, more bare dick and a really big one this time around. I sat on it and felt the joy that comes with being truly full of dick. The rush of not even having seen this guy's face, the thrill of just being a hole for him while him also being just a dick stirring the other three loads in me. I was grabbed by the waist and the fucking dude just stood up with him still inside of me. I was wet from sweat and slipped a little, which made his dick open my hole in a weird and painful way. I yelled that he was hurting me and he just turned around, said "Get on all fours and don't complain, whore", and put me against the place he was sitting in a second ago. He didn't wait for me to get comfortable, he didn't even wait for me to have all my limbs down before he started fucking me. "I'm gonna take a while", he said, and pushed his dick all the way it could go in. I could feel my second sphincter opening up, but it hurt like hell, my body was clenching up and my dick was oozing cum out of the excitement. Pain was bad, pleasure up there with it, and the continuous loud fucking was drawing some shadows into the little dark room. Soon this guy sat close to my head and pulled out a nice average dick. I sucked on it, not even trying to jerk myself off as all I could do was focus on being a good willing hole. The guy I was blowing took a little poppers bottle out out of nowhere and gave me a hit and that fucking did it. The hung top fucking me took the queue and shoved his dick all the way in and the pain gave way to pleasure as I could feel my fucking soul opening up at the same time my second sphincter did, letting him truly all the way in. "Give me some poppers," the top said and took the biggest hit ever. "I'm leaving it there, bitch", he said and fucked me hard, moaning and yelling, as some guys watched him wrecking my hole. With a big final plow he grunted "I'm cumming," at the same time blowing his load as far in as his dick would go, leaving me sore, leaving my balls emptied of cum, leaving my ass with four loads and leaving my head with the knowledge that I had them all the real way in. I got up, took my towel, thanked the guy for the load, showered and left, arriving at home some time later. Now, several hours later, I can barely sit. My underwear is wet from my hole dripping cum, but I'm trying to keep it squeezed as I worked hard to earn those loads. I'll be going out later tonight in the hope I can find more loads to take. I'll write about whatever happens.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Combining a few fucks for this one. First of all, still dating the sexy porn-star bottom twink. Have put several loads in him recently. The hottest load so far was while my 91 year old grandfather was watching TV in the den we fucked on my bed with the door open. Gramps was about 20 feet away with no obstacles to stop the noise of my balls slapping against my boy's butt. My boy literally had to put a pillow over his face because he was moaning and begging daddy to fuck him. We also played out on my condo balcony the other night, 10 stories up, overlooking other condo's, the ocean and the intracoastal waterway. In that scene I pulled down his shorts and sucked his 9 inch cock to completion. On Thursday I decided to be a total slut and I fucked 3 guys. First was my regular twink bottom that I've made an XTube video with. The next was a cumdump that was taking loads while hooded. He's 25 and I was load 12. The last was this Latin 22 year old hottie that was being whored out by his buddy. I found him ass up, sucking his buddies cock. I bred him and left. Was a nice scene. Friday I went to Slammer and didn't stay long. Weird crowd, I hadn't been in forever. I took 1 load in the gloryhole booth then left to go see my boy-toy dancing at one the local strip clubs. Fun times! Heading to MEMPHIS for the next 3 days. Any one wanna breed?

It makes me proud when a top tells me how much he enjoyed fucking me!

Last night. A guy (late 30s) I have seen online for a long time because he lives pretty close to me. But his byline is "Big dicked hairy bottom. Safe Only". So I never paid attention to his profile and was surpsrised when I got a message from him saying he was horny and asking if I wanted some fun. My initial reaction was to reply "Read the fucking profile!". But politely told him I'm a bottom too in case he hadn't noticed.... He replied he was more versatile now and was in the mood to top. Sent me a few pics that made my mouth water. Juicy fat dick and a hairy muscle ass. Lost my regular Saturday night FB and my last loads were more than a week ago, two real quickies from young guys. I was horny as fuck for some real action. Had a great time with this guy. Asked for a condom at first and hesitated when I told him I didn't have any (white lie, I do have some old ones). I guess he was too horny at that point to leave and just went for it. Sucked his delicious thick dick before he told me to get on all fours. He liked doggy. From slow fuck to hard pounding and everything in between. Took him a long time to cum (which I didn't mind ;-) and then stuck around for while. We just chatted and made out until he was ready again. Knowing what it feels like being a bottom has it advantages I guess as he exactly knew how to push my buttons. Shot my load all over my bed while he was pounding me the 2nd time. When he left he said he still likes to take it up the ass but he wouldn't mind fucking me some more when he was in the mood to top (and it is convenient I live so close....). You're welcome anytime buddy! Quite sexy too if you like the preppy business type. Hope to see him again soon.

I never would have guessed you were 18," the clerk said handing me back my id. With a shaky hand, i reached for it. Nervous as to what to expect and nervous I would be seen, I almost turned and just bolted. But I had waited too long. After a few hookups in the bookstore booths, I wanted to experience the baths and see if it was really true, that they were just places for men to fuck non stop. Remembering the directions he had given me, i followed the turns and found my room. I figured a room would give me a place to hide if i needed it. I quickly changed into, well, nothing, just a small towel. A very small towel that barely covered my butt it was so short. I watched porn for a few minutes on the little tv and then got my courage up to go look around. I grabbed my key and made it out and wandered thru the halls. No one in the weight room and I didn't care about the showers or bathrooms. I found my way out to the courtyard and turned around after looking briefly at a packed Jacuzzi. As I walked back in I almost bumped into someone. Looking up and down, I was quickly reduced to shyness. He was hot. Really hot. 6 3" maybe, but thin, real thin, except for his big hands and feet. His graying balding hair was cut real short. And it was pretty dark but i had a good feeling about the tent coming from the towel he had on. " Well hello there...," he said quietly in a low sexy voice. "Uh hi" i managed. " I know I would remember seeing you here before, is this your first time?" "Yeah, I just turned 18 a few weeks ago..." I said trailing off. "You are 18?" he asked, looking at me closely. "yeah, but I, i um, i kind of like guys older than me." "Like guys that are maybe 46?," he said smiling. "Yeah, just like that." I said. "Chris, my room is just down the hall, why dont we go there where we can have a little privacy and... ge tto know each other." ""Ok, " was all i said. I was so nervous, but he was so hot. And this was happening. He was leading me by my hand to his room. He sat on the bed and patted for me to sit down too. "So Chris is this your first time here or your first time?" It didn't make sense to lie. I have been going to a bookstore for a few months and usually suck or get sucked. I have gotten fucked a few times too." "Did you like that, getting fucked?" "Well kind of. It hurts a lot but felt good too. Not sure if i am too tight or condoms aren't slippery, but it feels like they tear you when a guy is inside." "Yeah, a lot of guys say that. Condoms are really uncomfortable. For the top too, let me tell you. It sure does feel better without one. have you ever tried it without a condom?" "No, i always meet guys I don't know and everyone says that you should always wear one." "Chris, not everyone says that. A lot of guys here don't use them. They think it ruins it. And a lot of bottoms decide that they want to feel the man cum in them." " But what... isn't that really dangerous?" "Some things are worth the risk maybe. You should try it, maybe you will like it." "I don't know. I don't know if I should." "Well you don't need to decide this second do you? I gotta ask though Chris, I have been wanting to since I saw you out there. Can you take that towel off? I really want to see that butt." I got up right away and dropped my towel and turned to show him my butt. "Yeah that's a hot butt. Spread your legs a little. yeah like that, now bend over and open up and let me see that little boy hole." I saw out of the corner of my eye he had dropped his towel and now turned my head to look and there it was. He wasn't all the way hard yet but it was on its way to being a perfect rock hard 9 inch cock with a massive mushroom head and big shaved cum filled balls. it was giant. And perfect. "You like that cock Chris? Like what I have for you?" "Yeah, its so big. its so big." Walking towards me he pushed me down onto my knees. He didn't have to say anything, as I immediately opened wide and took him into my mouth. Almost immediately, I lost myself in it. His cock was growing rock hard and felt so good in my mouth as i strained to take more and more of it. "Yeah Chris, you love that cock in your mouth dont you?" With my mouth full all i could do is nod my head over and over and try even more to swallow all over that massive man meat. After a minute or two, he stopped moaning and said "Fuck yeah, now its my turn to taste you." I reluctantly took my mouth off his cock, swirling my tongue around the head one last time trying to catch any precum I could and stood up. " No, get on the bed on your tummy. It isn't your cock I want to taste." I didn't understand at first; I had never had my hole rimmed before. When he pulled my cheeks apart and i felt his rough beard against me, I knew. And then i felt it. That magic feeling of a twisting and squirming wet tongue on my sensitive hole. It felt so good. And he loved it too, I could tell. He was licking and stabbing his tongue into my asshole, trying to fuck me with his mouth. I was moaning and gasping and trying not to squirm and buck too much. It just felt so fucking good. After a few minutes, he finally came up for air. His cock was like steel, and so was mine. "I am gonna fuck you now," he declared. It was not a request. It was a fact. And he knew I was going to let him. Out came the lube and he poured it into his hand and went to work working it into me slowly. He was careful not to hurt me, saying "I want to open you up slow so you can take lots of cock and don't get too sore." After getting me and my hole all ready for just about anything at that point, he began to jerk his cock off slowly, coating it with lube. Aiming it at my hole, I felt him start to press against me. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I said. "I don't have any. Besides, it feels so much better without anything between us. Don't you want to make my big cock feel really good?" he said in a low sexy voice. He never stopped working it in either and at that moment he popped in and made it past my outer ring. As about 3 inches slid into me, I gasped and worked to relax. "Just relax Chris. I am gonna make it feel so good you will be begging me to cum inside you. But I can pull out too. Up to you. Ah yeah it feel so good. So fucking good." And he was just working his cock into me, deeper and deeper. Filling me. And i was trying to think but the need for cock was taking over and I was almost in surrender mode. Surrender happened when he announced "Fuck yeah, 9 inches of cock inside you. Do you feel that? Do you feel full of cock boy?" "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yeah" was all i could get out. As he slowly pulled out and slid back in again, I couldn't even touch my cock. I knew I would come that quickly, if i did. He started working in and out faster now, with deeper strokes. He was hitting deep and i was gasping and moaning and asking for more. "I want to keep fucking you, but i am gonna shoot soon. Your hole is so tight and eager, its pulling the cum up outta my balls." he said. It then flashed thru me again. He was barebacking me. No condom. Maybe that's why it felt so good? Maybe it wouldn't be any good if he had worn one. Instead, this feeling was magical. His cock felt so good I couldn't imagine not having him fuck me. I would hate to have missed this. His raw cock was fucking me so good and deep and sliding so smoothly. He was really fucking me now, and I was grunting and gasping as he fucked the wind out of me with every deep pounding he gave. "Oh fuck boy, I am gonna shoot if I keep fucking you like this. I am gonna fill you with cum. Or else gotta pull out." He grunted. " Don't stop. Are you clean? Like hiv?" I managed to get out. "This is poz cock you got in you Chris." And now he was pounding me. I was moaning and gasping and grunting and totally losing myself in the feelings of my hole as he pummeled it with his massive cock. "Fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you". He muttered with clenched teeth as he pounded me. "Fuck yeah, gonna give you my load. Big fucking poz load. Poz your little fuck hole up and get you hooked on getting your hole bred." "Fucking shit yeah, fuck me man fuck my fucking hole. Cum in me. Give me your load. I want it. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me." I kept repeating that last part who knows how many times. "Yeah , fucking yeah, her it comes here it comes. Fuck yeah fucking take that poz cum. Fell that cock shooting cum in your little fuck hole. Fuuuuuuck yeaaaaaaahhhh" he almost shouted. 'Yeah yeah yeah, give it to me. fucking fuck me. Fill me up. Fill me with cum. Oh yeah, fucking give it to me." He slowed down and finally came to a stop. He still had his cock buried inside me. "I want to keep it in you while my cum soaks into you" he whispered. "Are you really hiv positive?" i asked. "Yeah i am. And I just gave you a huge load." he said. "It felt so good." I said. " " What getting fucked?" "No, when you came in me, I felt it jet inside me and felt your cock pulsing. I am glad you did that. I didnt know it was so much better bare." "Oh Chris, there are some friends of mine out there that would love to add to my seed inside you. Want me to show you around?" "Yeah, i want more. I want more now." I said.

WORD TO THIS!!!!!! As someone who started seeking out older men at age 13 and found plenty of willing participants, I have spent years in therapy undoing a lot of the mixed wiring it caused. And I was a willing participant who thought I was in charge of my desire. But as I have become and adult I have reconcile a lot of feelings I didn't know I had about it all until much much older. Fantasies are all fine and well, but developing brains should be protected against things they don't understand they are doing to themselves. An unpopular opinion on a site like this, I know. But its the truth. I wish with all my might I could go talk to myself back then. What I was seeking wasn't what I ended up with.

Interesting topic ChainedBoy. i appreciate that you qualify "In my view" and "for me," in other words, this is a personal preference, not something you are asserting is a universal rule. i think i sorta feel ya though i am not the same. i am grateful to every Man who shares His cock, and anything that comes out of it, with me. But my gratitude multiplies exponentially when He has sex with my mind and emotions along with my body i love being used for pleasure by a certain type of Dom Top. i am attracted to affectionate Dom's, bullies repel me. i've seen a certain type of D/s dynamic (not saying this is you, idk) where the Dom is looking for an "empty headed plaything" (to me, the Dom looking for that type of sub is equally "empty headed.") Which is not a judgment, i believe most (if not all) of our sexual disposition is emotionally determined, that we're driven by our feelings, not reason. But, i think our minds can really enhance sex. my brain wants to be fully engaged in sex and i love a Dom who has/wants to use His brain with sex. To me, the Dom who says "thank you," i.e., expresses gratitude to and for His sub, is not less of a Dom, but a more fully engaged Dom. When i say gratitude is an "acknowledgement of reality," i feel that one who cannot express gratitude is not fully in touch with reality. To me, gratitude is an expression of strength (not weakness) and also an expression of being at peace with who one is. i feel it's one of the things that divides real D/s interaction from role play. i see D/s as more of a Yin/Yang dynamic, that it is a symbiotic relationship. In its simplest form, i see it as Proton/electron (and neutron versatiles!! lol). i see us as opposites that attract and form a bond. To me, gratitude (from anyone) is an acknowledgment of reality, the reality of our need and dependence on one another; that neither Dom or sub can function without their opposite. When i say gratitude is an "acknowledgement of reality," my feel is that one who cannot express gratitude is not in touch with reality and venturing into role play. Again, that is not meant to be a judgement, it's just something i feel to my core. Which is not to say that notion of superior and inferior cannot play in, but i'm not sure that those terms fit what i am trying to express by their use. For instance, i have been mind fucked by a few Doms where it involved awkward and even humiliated feelings on my part, but the affection of the Dom fucking me made it a mind blowing bonding experience. We were both grateful for the other. i cannot count the number of guys identifying themselves as "Dom" who have approached me and have failed to subdue me because there was no substance in evidence. They wanted me to submit to the idea of D/s, the label "Dom" they were using, but they were not evidently Dom. The most amazing Dom i have ever been with never even used the term "Dom," He just was. He was hugely affectionate and full of praise for me, and had me doing things i have never done before with everything the was in me. He had me literally adoring Him within hours of meeting Him, He thoroughly used me, and i thoroughly submitted because He knew how to evoke the deepest submission in me.

Waking my boy up with some morning wood as well as a hot load of piss before I drill him long and hard.

It was late night when I 've read it so I hadn't the time nor the mood for longer comments. Wow, Shoreboy always leave me wordless, nice story ... maybe the final could be a little weird but IMHO it's a valid and plausible alternative to a death sentence by Drax. I know maybe a term like mangina or vagina is disturbing even more than the devil's names, if so please consider it as another fuck hole and maybe soon another FFuck hole, name it frontal anus or whatever you like. Manetti is still a man, he think, act and cry like a man, nothing has been created, nothing has been destroyed but simply transformed.

@ChainedBoy - I think the reason you’re getting a lot of pushback on this is that what you’re describing isn’t how the power dynamic actually works. When a bottom like you or me speaks of a Top’s “absolute right” to our asses, what we’re actually talking about is the sense that has been created by the power exchange. That’s what we get off on, and it seems as though what you’re objecting to is when a Top breaks the illusion - which seems like a breach of the power exchange agreement. In reality, the bottom is almost always the more powerful player in a Power Exchange; the bottom enables the scene by permitting the Top to take aggressive actions, on the bottom’s terms (whether it seems that way or not) that the Top would otherwise be constrained from doing by law or custom. When a Top gives a compliment after a scene, it is likely that he simply considers the power exchange completed sooner than you do, and is returning to the normal state of affairs in which you are on an equal footing with him (i.e., reality). It’s very difficult for two people to maintain the same fantasy state in sync for any length of time, and post-orgasmically, probably not realistic.

I was in this situation on numerous occasions over the 13 years with my ex. I was not only his fuckhole I was the fuckhole for whatever tops he wanted to fuck me and I had no say. I was tied in the sling at the backrooms and was only let out after he considered I had enough cock. He would invite groups of tops over to bang me sometimes blindfolded - other times I was allowed to watch. He would tie me to the cross in our playroom so I could watch him fuck other bottoms and he always caged me in group situations so I learned to concentrate on nothing but my tops and their pleasure. I would not call it rape though as I always loved the fucking and breeding I got. I loved Friday afternoons knowing that over the weekend I would get fucked at least 20 times.

Sorry for the late update. Been very busy with work, school, and visiting daddy recently. I only have a certain amount of hours besides those to work on other things. Here's the continuation to how I met my daddy. In fact I may be moving in soon so more to tell in the future -------------- He must have been around 40 years old as well, based on his looks. He stared at me and said, "Hey there, I heard a scream from my room and came to make sure everything is ok. What a surprise to see such a sexy boy here. Has Eric been treating you well? Nod for a yes." I didn't know how to answer, to nod or ... Wait there wasn't another option. I couldn't speak with his large thick dick stuffed in my mouth. He moved his dick up and down a bit, forcing my head into a nod. "That's good to know, glad Eric is treating you well. I've been watching you since I came in from hearing the scream. You got a nice body boy, would you like me to play with you too?" And again his dick guided my head into a confirming nod. "Great to hear. You're going to be our new toy, I mean boy right? Our good boy that'll come over and please his daddies whenever we need." Again another dick guided nod. "My name is Jack but you can call me daddy. I see that Eric did a number on your hole. You must have been super tight. I see a little bit of blood mixed with that cum that's leaking out of your hole. Does it hurt? I'm going to pull my dick out of your mouth and have Eric pull out of your little hole so I can make sure he hasn't hurt you ok? You're going to stay right where you are boy" Jack's voice was sincere and sweet, but I also didn't know what to do except to nod in agreement. He slowly slid his thick dick out of my mouth. I then saw how big his dick was. His giant Irish, I assume Irish from the color of his hair, dick was a good 9 inches or more and thick as a baby's arm, one of those chubby babies. His red pubic hair reminded me of a warm gentle flame, enticing you to play with his manhood even though you know it'll hurt when you feel it. He had equally as large and heavy balls as Eric, which I'm certain were full of cum. Jack got behind me, and I felt Eric's big dick slowly slide out of my now loosened hole. I felt Jack's hand on my ass, spreading my cheeks as he examined my hole. Eric circled to the front, and I saw his semi hard dick in front of my face. Eric held my head as he guided his dick towards my mouth. I knew it was useless to resist, so I opened my mouth and let his dick slide in. I tasted traces of Eric's cum on his dick. I also tasted something different, which I assume must be the slight traces of my own blood from my now wrecked hole. Eric kept sliding his dick in and out of my mouth until it was cleaned of his cum and my blood. I could feel Eric's dick starting to get harder again. As Eric fed me his dick, Jack was slowly examining my hole. He ran his finger against it and then I slowly felt his finger slide into my hole. Eric's cum naturally lubing Jack's finger. I felt a slight sting inside my hole, which I assume was from a tear I got probably from Eric rough fucking. Jack slide his finger gently in and out of my hole. Every once in a while I would wince from the slight sting. Soon Jack's one finger was replaced with two fingers. I felt his fingers swirling around inside my hole, mixing Eric's cum within it. After a while, I felt what must be Jack's big mushroom head at the entrance of my hole. With Eric cum as lube, his dick slide in with little resistance. Jack was gentle, he slowly eased his way into me. My hole slowly opening up more and more to accommodate to his thickness, and soon his length as well. I felt Jack's dick reach the boundaries of my hole, but he still had a few more inches to push in me. Jack slowly eased in and out of my hole till he found the right position that allowed his huge dick to slide deeper and all the way into me. It felt like his dick was endless, it almost felt like he has reach a depth beyond my little hole and have entered my stomach. The feeling was driving me wild, causing me to moan loudly, which only gave Eric the necessary room to now slide his hard cock deep into my throat. Many thoughts went through my mind. I only expected to come here and jerk off Eric, and now I'm being impaled by two of the biggest dick's I've ever seen. They slide in and out of me in perfect rhythm, and soon most of my thoughts have left me, the only thought that remained was how to please these men and to enjoy their huge dicks which have taken over my body. They must have sensed the change in me, because they lessened the grip they had on my head and ass. By now, Jack has started picking up pace, sliding his huge dick almost all the way out, then sliding all the way back in till I felt his balls on my ass. I imagine this must be what pregnant mothers felt when they feel a baby's kick from inside them, except with Jack's dick it was a pretty big baby's arm giving me a punch. Each one of Jack's thrust felt amazing, each one punching the air out from within me. Each time making me grasp for air from the feeling of deep penetration (If you've ever bottomed for a huge dick, I'm sure you understand this feeling, the one where all the wind is knocked out of you from how deep the dick is in you). Eric took full advantage of my open airways to slide his dick deep into throat. By now his precum and my saliva has made my mouth and throat into a slip-n-slide for Eric's dick. His dick traveling through my mouth and sliding deep down my throat, each time his dick would fill up my throat, blocking my airway making me choked a little. Eric was picking up pace fucking my mouth with his hard dick. He took hold of my head and slid his big hard dick deep into my throat till I felt his balls against my chin. I tried to hold onto my breath as much as I could, and then I felt his big dick beginning to pulse. Cum from deep within his balls traveled up his dick in waves. My lips around his cock felt each wave of cum traveling up the shaft. I felt the slight expansion of the head that's jammed in my throat right before feeling the waves of cum hitting the back of my throat. It was like a fire hose hitting my throat with such force and filling it up. I try to swallow as quickly as I can, but Eric's dick kept cumming and filling my airway. My body tenses as I began to choke on Eric's cum. Jack moans in pleasure as he feels my hole tighten around his dick from my body tensing. Jack thrusts his dick all the way into me, punching the tiny air I had left in me out of my lungs as he floods my ass with his cum. Jack, like Eric, cummed like a fire hose. I felt each shot of cum hitting my insides with such force as it fills me up. Eric releases my head as he slid his dick out from my throat. A trail of cum connected his dick and my lips as he slid out, some of his cum dripping out of the corners of my lips. I swallowed the remains of Eric's cum within my throat and mouth, as my body began grasping for air to refill my lungs. My whole body took deeps breath, which I imagine was what made Jack moan. My hole contracted with each of my deep breaths massaging the remaining drops of cum out of Jack's hung dick. Eric slid his dick back into my mouth to clean it of any leftover cum. Once it was cleaned Eric pulled his dick out and had me slowly slide off Jack's dick. My ass was so full of their cum. I felt some of it leak out of my hole and down my leg. Eric turns me around and pushes me forward on to Jack's softening dick. I suck Jack's dick clean, tasting the mixture of my torn ass, Eric's cum, and Jack's cum. Eric uses his fingers to play with my hole and the cum inside me. He comments, "Guess this boy must have really enjoyed it, he cummed a huge load onto the sheets without even touching his dick". I looked down and it was true, there was a huge load of cum, biggest I've probably ever cummed in my life on the sheets, equivalent of two to three times the amount of my usual loads. Jack says: "Did you like it boy?" I look back up towards Jack to give him a reply. He lifts my chin before I could say anything pulling me towards him. He says to me: "Doesn't matter. You're my boy now." As he sticks his tongue deep into my mouth.

Part 33 　 Well, hell, just about an hour ago, I had decided I should be home and stop this silliness and now I had just taken my 6th and 7th ever loads of cum in my ass and they were all toxic HIV positive loads. What the hell was I doing? While those cocks were in me I couldn't think of anything but being fucked and filled with their HOT cum, but when done my mind just would not wrap around what I was doing. Barely a week had gone by since I had been totally straight with no thoughts of gay sex at all. Now, I wanted more and didn't want more. My ass was sore as hell, bleeding and yet feeling so empty and in need of the magnificent feeling of being fucked more and more. I needed to get home and try to think. I got up off of those two marvelous cocks, omg, I had to quit thinking that. I walked like I was in a trance or something towards the kitchen to go out. I was almost stumbling along now and as I was passing by the stairs, the stripper was just getting to the bottom of them. He immediately grabbed me and almost had to hold me up. He asked me, "you ok? Where are you heading?" I couldn't answer, just pointed towards the back. He put an arm around me and helped me walk into the kitchen and then to the door and opened it for me. He then held me up as we went towards my place, where he had to open the door for me. He then helped me get in and up the stairs to my room. I was finally able to speak a little and told him, "I need a shower badly." He said, "hold still right here and I will get it running for you." When it was on he helped me into it and then stepped in with me. He started to soap me up as my mind just would not function enought to wash myself. As he was washing me he said, "by the way, I know your name is Jim, but everyone just calls me 'the stripper.'" He kind of laughed a little and said, "hey, may I introduce you to myself? My name is really Randy and I am very happy to know you, Jim." It was almost funny, as here we were, having fucked, and him helping me home and now basically bathing me since I couldn't seem to and now he was holding his hand out to shake my hand having introduced himself to me. I couldn't help it and started to actually giggle at that and he soon joined me and then we were both laughing out asses off about it. I was finally able to say, "I am so happy to meet you, Randy." It was ludicrous and we both laughed all the harder. We finally got done and out of the shower. I was able to function a little better now and we dried each other off. Then he escorted me to the bed, pulled the covers down and helped tuck me in. I asked, "I am so tired, and you look tired also, why don't you lay down with me and take a nap, too?" He hesitated a minute and then pulled the blanket down, climbed in and covered up and grabbed me and put my head on his shoulder and we were both soon fast asleep.

Part 5, the beautiful spell of the brown bottle. I heard Jax comment to Mr C that the sweet cherry pie is cooled enough to be delivered and he has the pizza for the shrink ready as well. As Jax handed me the cherry pie, he said.... be a good load carrier and take your pie to the truck. He followed with the pizza and we put both in the warmer. Mr C got in the drivers seat and told Jax if he wants to close early and meet him at the party, that he was welcome to. Jax looked at me and smiled and said, ‘I wouldn’t miss hitting that party’. As we drove down front street we saw all kinds of sleazy adult book stores and theaters and other places I had heard my parents talk about. Mr C said we had to drop the pizza off at his doctor friends house. I asked what kind of doctor, and he said he is a shrink who specializes in hypnosis. I looked at Mr C, and said, ‘does that kind of thing really work?’ He said, ‘oh Dr. Brad is the best and yes it sure does. Oh Lukas, can you make sure that little cooler bag is still in the back and cold’? ‘‘Oh that one with the little brown bottles? Sure Mr C.’ As I leaned over the back seat of the truck, I had to adjust my cock, it was super hard, it must have been those stripper clubs and dirty book stores we passed. ‘Yes Mr C, it is here’ as I brought it to the front seat. He put his hand on top and did, ‘oh thanks pup. We will need that later.’ As we pulled into the doctors driveway, the house was huge. ‘Wow, he must do really well for himself’, I said. ’Yes, he gets the best clients in town because he is so good’ Mr C said. ‘Do you want him to tell you about hypnosis pup? ‘I would love that, if we have time, I know how important it is to not socialize with the patrons’. I said. He said, ‘oh no, this is important and we have time before Mr. Ali is expecting his pie, I can ask Dr. Brad to show you a few things.’ We both got out of the car, I took the pizza and walked first up the side walk. When Dr. Brad opened the door he said, ‘come in and bring the pizza to my kitchen, I have your money there.’ He said, ‘just go straight and turn left.’ I could hear Mr C and Dr. Brad talking to each other quietly behind me. I put the pizza in the huge island in the kitchen and just then Dr. Brad entered the kitchen alone and said, ‘Tony told me you were curious of hypnosis?.’ ’Yeah, my dad said it was the work of the devil and not to be believed, so I was surprised, he said it was real.’ ’Well, l am happy to show you, come into my home office.’ I followed him down the hall through his amazing house. We went down the steps and entered a room with cabinets along the walls and a big black leather chaise-lounge chair in the middle of the room. He said, ‘Lukas lay on the couch’. He turned a light on and the soft glow that faced my eyes. It made the rest of the room very dark. I could hear his voice and he got very soft spoken and explained that he would just repeat things and I was to close my eyes and relax and listen to him and to repeat them when he said to. I nodded when he asked if it was clear of what to do. He said he would use an item, that was my ‘magic item’ and whenever I would see this item I would instantly become hypnotized and do what I was told. He said he would keep me safe and always bring me back by saying..... come back to me now pup and clap his hands 3 times. I would then wake up and forget what happened. I smiled and said, ‘that would be awesome if you really can’. I felt his hand on the back of my head and he slowed pulled something over my head and eyes. It was as soft as mink on my forehead as he covered my eyes. He commented it was a blindfold and would help me relax and listen to his words. He said to ‘relax and start very slowly taking a huge inhale of breath and fill my lungs’. Breathing as deeply as I could and then to exhale slowly and completely.’ After a couple breaths he said deeper Lukas, fill every inch of your lungs with air. He talked very softly and deeply, and he stroked my arm slowly as I exhaled very softest with his fingers. I heard some soft music starting to play. It sounded Magical and relaxing. I was so relaxed, he said I would start to feel tingly. Very calmly he asked how I was. I said ‘I am awesome’. ‘Great, you are almost there. Just skip breathing deep and exhale slowly pup.’ ‘He very calmly, kept touch my arm and he said ‘Lukas, I am ready to tell you the special trigger. Imagine in your head a little bottle. It is glass and only about 2 inches tall. It is brown and wider than it is deep. It is very dark brown and has a black cap.’ I was imagining the little bottles I saw in Mr C’s refrigerator in his red room and said ‘yes Dr Brad, I see it in my head, and actually I can even feel what it felt like, cold and smooth’. he said, ‘perfect, Lukas, when you see a bottle like that. Or feel a bottle like that. You will instantly go into a trance. Your guide and adult who is present will help you stay safe. Do you trust them Lukas? Do you feel safe with them? Remembering how amazing Mr C is to me, I said, ’Yes Dr. Brad, I trust them. He will keep me safe’. ’Well, yes him, but actually anyone who knows the scecret of the bottle will keep you safe Lukas, you can trust them all.’ ’I can trust them all’. I repeated. ‘As I felt his hand softly brush my hair back around the blindfold, he said ‘Perfect and when I kiss your forehead, this will always be true of the bottle.’ As I felt his warm soft kiss on my forehead. As I laid there completely relaxed and under the spell, I felt a second hand on my leg and I heard a sound of someone opening something and I little popping hissing noise of pressured air escaping. Dr. Brad was right at my ear and said ‘breath deeply Lukas, slowllllyyyyy and more deeepppplllyyyyy through your nose than you ever have.’ And I felt a strong mans finger pushing my left nostril closed. I heard Dr. Brad say, it will smell a little funny for a minute, but you love the smell, I repeat, you love this smell, it is your medicine to make you strong and beautiful and whole. I nodded ok. As I breathed in, he was right, there was a strange smell. ‘I heard a familiar voice say, Lukas, count to10 before you slowly exhale.’ ‘Mr C, I hear you, yes Sir.’ I said. ‘So I counted, one thousand 1, one thousand 2, and so on. As I got to one thousand 10, I felt a more masculine kiss on my forehead and I slowly exhaled. I felt an amazing rush, I was so tingly and warm and Alive, as I started to breath in again, I felt my right nostril close and I heard Mr C, ‘great job pup do it one more time, nice and slow’. I felt something cold and metal against my belly. It sounded like sciccors cutting something. My chest felt cooler as I could feel a breeze move over me. The sound got closer and closer until I could hear it cut the top or my T-shirt army neck as I stated counting on the exhale. One thousand 1, one thousand 2.... i then felt a thumb and finger on my left nipple, oh and my right nipple now. As I started to inhale slowly, I felt the Dr pinch my nose shut and was told to pucker like a puffer fish and breath in though my mouth. I could hear the air go into my mouth as it was muffled by something right in front of my mouth. My mind was racing, I felt electric, I felt all tingly, my body wiggled and I felt my asshole twitch over and over and over. It was electric and euphoric as wave after wave of sensation crashed over me. I felt my nipples being rotated like a radio dial. As I started my exhale count, I felt something warm, soft and slippery at my mouth. It smelled musky and I could feel hairs tickle my cheek. It felt like skin but it smelled musky. I felt my mouth open a little and something hard to the touch but soft on the outside enter my mouth. It felt like a huge cock, in my mouth, so strange I thought, this is all so strange and so surreal. I must be in a dream. The fingers on my nipples got rougher and rougher and the thing, was it a dick? I am so confused was pausing in and out of my mouth. As it pushed into my throat, I heard Dr. Brad say, holy shit Tony, he has no gag reflex. Wow, he is doing a great job with your coc....’ and Mr C intrupted him and said, it’s the medical instrument. He’s doing a great job on the medical instrumen. With that, I felt what felt like a quart of warm fluid go down my throat. ‘Yes, give him all the medicine’, Dr Brad said.. I heard some movement and heard a door close. Dr. Brad said, ok Lukas, please put your shirt on and he handed me a shirt. Wait, mine was torn, this one slipped right on, oh, that’s strange. I am going to bring you out now. With that I heard. ‘Come back to me pup’ and clap clap clap. I woke up, sat up and said, ‘wow, what a cool feeling. Am I dreaming? Oh, wow, that was wild Dr. Brad’ did you really hypnotize me? I felt him taking My blindfold off and nodded and said I did great. ’oh wow, th so, that’s awesome, oh shoot, I better get back to work, Mr C is going to be mad.’ Dr Brad said, ‘do you remember much?’ ’No, just that felt funny but awesome and I was all warm and I feel full.’ he turned the lights on and I scurried back upstairs. He gave me $50 and said to keep the change. as I got back to the truck, Mr C was sitting there waiting. I apologized, it seemed like I was gone too long and he said it was totally fine. ‘‘Well, how was it, did he get it to work?’ Mr C asked. ’he said I did great, yeah it was awesome, wow, this is the best birthday ever.’ I cleared my throat and grabbed my neck. Mr C looked and said, what’s wrong? ‘I looked and said, ‘Oh nothing, I just have a strange taste in my mouth and throat is kind of sore. I hope I am not coming down with something.’ ‘‘He said, oh I am sure you aren’t yet, but we can watch out for that.’ part 6, the cherry pie finally shows up.

Hey guys I have a serious question and I don’t know yet If i should go see the doctor or not. Recently I got treated for a pretty hard chlamydias in the ass for two weeks I had antibiotics and after all the symptoms were gone but since approximately few days after I stopped the treatment and after a new sexual encounter my ass dosn’t stop dripping some ass juice (transparent and without any kind of specific smells) and I feel my inside very very wet almost like if u plunge my finger in water ... i’m A bit worried because after the chlamydia I had was a tough time

I love the detail and twists to this story, riveting read - I wonder how Chris will react to his mentor's "modification" - and what he will be given to enjoy/accept...........

I prefer to give a compliment to a bottom, such as 'good job' or 'what an awesome ass', and even more graphic comments like 'damn you milked me good, pig'. Of course sometimes an anonymous fuck at ABS doesn't get anything from me cept my nut, but that's ok. Lol. As a bottom, one of best compliments I got was after a buddy with 9" thick fucked me. Right after he shot his load up my ass, he exclaimed "damn, I never felt anyone clamp like that. I could FEEL you grabbing my cock!". Probably best sexual compliment I've received.

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Craigslist ad I posted seeking a trucker did it's job tonight. He replied and I headed to truck stop 5 minutes from my place. We agreed to meet by main entrance, and as I was standing there smoking a silver haired hot daddy walked up and asked me if I was Mike (name I gave him from CL). He was 60ish, about 6-2, thin build, and a big salt and pepper stache. I didnt ask about wedding ring he was wearing. We chatted a bit then headed to his truck. I went right to passenger door and hopped in like I was a codriver (he made sure I did this so not to look suspicious to others). We both got in back and I followed his lead getting naked. He was more relaxed than me, and after rubbing my chest and belly a while he sat on my chest and had me lick his ball sack. His cock got hard fast with me doing this. He had a thinner cock, but at least 8" long and uncut. He rubbed the head on my lips so I opened up and let him slow fuck my mouth a while. My cock was dripping and he reached behind him and started stroking it. I was in heaven. Finally he had me roll over, laid on top of me and started sliding his tool between my ass cheeks. Between my saliva and his precum my whole crack was well lubed. The tension kept building as he did this, and finally I begged him to put it in me. He backed onto his knees and I back right up to his cock. He worked his cock in my hole slowly, and keep a slow stroke going for about 10 minutes before he came. No warning or noise, just one last inward thrust and he seeded me. I lay back down and he stayed on top inside me. He gave a few more strokes before going soft and rolled off me. We just laid there a while. He fingered my hole and spread his seed around my crack. I was in heaven and was all too happy to roll over so he could blow me a while. Before I came he stopped and lifted my legs up and said he was gonna fuck me again. He slid in in one push and pounded my hole alot harder this time. The angle had his cockhead hitting my prostate and I came after like a minute of him fucking me like this. I shot all over my belly and chest. He must have liked the show cuz he came as I was finishing, grunting on top of me as he shot his second load in my ass. It was hot as fuck. We both had a smoke and then I left. He has my cell number so he can call me next time he's near. Damn these truckers get me going.

Had a very busy Wed and Thurs, so here is a brief summary: Wed Guy 1: late 20s, Black Guy, huge cock (10” and thick). Good body. He fucked me real hard, so hard I had to tell him to slow down because I could feel it in my stomach. Guy 2: 20 yo white college undergrad. He was average size, about 6”. He hadn’t had sex since October. He busted pretty quick and really was into me. Thursday Guy 1: someone that I have hooked up with before. Totally anon, I walk in, strip down and pull a beanie winter hat down over my eyes and tell him I am ready. He comes in from the other room and fucks me. This time I felt his body and it’s pretty thin and built. Nice! He cums and leaves the room for me to dress and leave. Guy 2: new guy too that has wanted to fuck me but our schedules haven’t worked. I go to his place and I start sucking him. Smaller cock but loves that I am preloaded. White guy, mid 30s. A little heavy. He couldn’t cum from fucking me so he pulls out, jerks off on my hole and pushes it in. Now I’m at a fuck bud’s place, he puts a CL ad up for my hole and I invite another fuck bud over.... Guy 3: my usual black fuck buddy that I’ve posted many times about. He knows I get off on taking poz cum (he is poz) so he dumps two loads in me, eats my hole and does some poz dirty talk. He sticks around to see guy 4. Guy 4: a HOT 24 yo white guy from CL. Married with a ring (my friend saw him move his ring from wedding finger to his other hand). He asked: “how many loads?” And I told him: “four”. That turned him on. Fucked me with me on my stomach. Really a hot fuck. He was very verbal. Loved it. Guy 5: the hosting top. Late 40s white guy. Loves whoring me out and getting my hole sloppy. In all an awesome 48 hours!

PART 3 We had taken a few steps down the hall when I realized I didn’t have my towel. He told me to just show off and let the guys see how hot I was. Normally, I would have been much more shy, but I was on a high from getting fucked. I don’t think we went more than twenty feet before we ran into someone my new friend knew. “Ron, glad I ran into you. I hope you haven’t cum yet tonight. I’d like you to meet my new friend Chris. Chris is here for the first time and also just took his first load.” Now, he looked at me. “Chris, you want to get fucked again don’t you?” I was embarrassed, but nodded. “Ron is hot, isn’t he”, he added. I nodded again. “Ron, what do you think of my new young friend? Is he fuckable?” Ron looked me up and down. “Chris, do you wanna go back to my room and we can become friends too? I think I got something you’ll like,” he said, and then dropped his towel open. He wasn’t hard yet, but it was obvious he had a big cut cock and massive shaved balls. I looked to my breeder for approval and he gave me a soft look and said “Chris, I’ll be here all night and you come back and find me before you leave. And if anyone gives you any trouble, you find me. And have fun. And do whatever feels good. Feed that hole. I know it’s hungry. Give in.” And then he leaned in and gave me a kiss and a swat on my butt and turned back. Ron grabbed my hand and led me to his room. I was 18, naked with a man twice my age leading me down to a tiny room, where he was going to fuck me. And I was nervous about being inexperienced and what he would be like and I was also super excited because he already knew I wanted to get fucked and that I had let his friend shoot his cum into me. And Ron was hot. He turned out to be 42. He was a little taller than me at 6 feet and thin, but not skinny. He was starting to lose his hair, but I thought that was hot too. Even soft his cock had looked big, with a nice cut mushroom head. But if his cock had looked Big, his balls had looked giant. As we entered his room and he shut the door behind us, I wondered, with hope, that maybe those huge balls meant more cum when he shot his load? As he turned to face me and dropped his towel, I tried to be cool, but I think my face and eyes betrayed me. I wanted this man badly. I wanted to be his bottom. I wanted him to shoot a massive load up from those giant balls. And I wanted that sperm inside me. There was never one second where I didn’t think to myself that I was making sure he came in me. Every drop. And as far as if he had HIV. I definitely thought about that. And had a total what are you doing discussion in my head. It was like I couldn’t stop myself and I decided it wasn’t going to stop me. If he even had HIV.

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A buddy just stopped by to drop off some drink mixers for a birthday party here tonight. This buddy is 6'5" bearded, hairy, and hung 8.5" & thick. He came in, put down his grocery bags, and asked what I was doing. When I told him I was cruising online, he said that he hadn't cum yet today, and didn't cum last night. I'm on my knees putting out his cock in about 2 seconds, getting it hard and slick with my spit. When that beautiful cock is rock hard and tasty with precum, I stand up, turn around and bend over against the kitchen counter. He spits on his cock and rubs the head against my hole, and finds that it's already slick with lube. "I've been riding a dildo," I said. "PIG," he said, and shoved his cock in to his balls and ground it around. Then he just starts fucking. Hard. Growling. Holding my shoulders so I can't move, pinning me down and against the counter. He knows what I like. Doesn't take long until he's dumping a huge load in my hole. He pulls out and I can feel some cum run out. He pulls up his jeans, tucks his big cock back in, and says that the birthday boy will want a turn in my hole tonight. I hope so.

PART 2 As I started to cAtch my breath, the knowledge that an HIV positive guy had just cum inside me hit me more. I was still riding the waves of pleasure from getting fucked though and looked down at my still rock hard cock and realized I had completely ignored it. It hadn’t mattered to me. All of my pleasure had come from my hole. And that pleasure had been more amazing than anything I had ever felt. I knew I couldn’t not have more, whatever the risk was gonna be. He had lit a fire in me. His hard cock had. And his cum. His hot cum that was hiv positive and currently soaking into me, my body absorbing it. As his softening cock slowly slid out of me, I immediately instinctively clamped my hole shut. It seemed important to keep it all in me. “Chris, that was the hottest hole I have fucked in years. I swear, your hole gripped my cock like you literally needed it in you. And i’m So happy you decided to let me breed you and give you my cum. It’s a special bond we have now. You have my seed inside you, my essence.” I was so happy. I was a good bottom. He had loved fucking me. “I couldn’t help it. Once you were inside me, it felt so good. And I didn’t want it to stop. And... I don’t know why, but all of a sudden it just seemed like I needed your cum.” I was embarrassed saying the last part. I couldn’t understand it really, I just knew what it felt like. And at the time, something clicked and I needed it. I would have begged if I had had to, but didn’t say that. He looked down at me and smiled. “My boy found his inner cum slut. I knew when I saw you that you would be special. Some guys get fucked and some guys are bottoms Chris. You are a bottom. Bottoms need cock in their holes. They don't use condoms. Taking cum becomes an addiction. A need. I have a feeling my cute young friend, that your hole is going to need lots of hot cum to be happy.” As I lay on the thin mattress with a near strangers cum flooded in my hole, my cock still hard, what he had just said ran in my head over and over. I had been fucked before and it had been just ok. Not great at all. The fucking I had just taken in this tiny little room had been the exact opposite. It had been the hottest sex I had ever had or even thought of. I had never felt so alive, had never wanted a cock so badly. And it had occurred to me more than once, a guy with HIV had shot a huge load in my ass and I wasn’t scared or freaking out. I was grateful. It was like.... it was like he had showed me the secret. “I don’t even know what’s happening, but I can’t help it. Nothing ever felt that good before.” Now he rose off the bed and looked at me intently. “My boy has a look that is telling me his hole is still hungry.” I nodded, a little embarrassed to admit it, even to him. It was all so new. “Let’s go find you a nice big cock to fill you up again. Do you want that? To feel another man’s cock throbbing as he shoots his sperm into your willing little ass?” My eyes big, my cock like steel, I rose off the bed too and took his hand as he opened the door and began to lead me down the narrow hall towards whatever or whoever was next. I was scared and nervous, but most of all excited and horny. And I knew I wanted more.

So I told you that as I finished up with my college boy trick, that my partner Shane had returned from some spa time with a guy of his own. I met him briefly as I was walking my freshly bred trick out. Handsome guy, in his late 20s, European accent — Czech or Bulgarian regions, I would guess. Dark hair and eyes, with a nice definition. He was a Disney cast member working in one of the resorts. I walked my trick out of the resort, and purposely wandered back to our room. I have a strong voyeuristic side to me, and didn’t want to return too soon and break the chemistry that was obviously brewing between Shane and the cast member. I quietly entered the condo, and was happy to see that Shane and the European guy were no longer in the living room. Their shirts were laying on floor. Listening, I headed to the guest room where I was hearing the noises of men grunting and gasping in passionate exploration. I peeked around the corner of the bedroom and saw the cast member laying naked on the bed, his body smooth and nicely defined. His cock was thick and meaty, standing straight up — it really was an impressive site. Shane was straddling the guy, his smooth ass grinding against that beautiful cock in slow motion, building the anticipation in both of them. Shane was arched forward, kissing the guy as they teased the coming fuck. Shane squirted some of the lube I’d used just an hour ago in that same bed, reaching back to slick the guy’s cock. The guy immediately reached down and began maneuvering his cock, using the mushroomed head to search for Shane’s hole. Shane snatched the bottle of poppers off the sheets and took two strong hits. The cast member found his target, the grinding coming to and abrupt end, and their bodies moving very slowly and purposefully as he entered Shane’s ass. Shane let out a sound I know so very well — a long, drawn out, “ooooohahhhhhhh” as his sphincter stretched and released around that European club. The cast member’s hot body begun working, his hips thrusting up and in tight circles, working the hole that Shane had so willingly offered up raw. Shane was jerking his own big dick, moaning as his ass was expertly worked into submission. “Fuck that’s big!” I heard him gasp between thrusts. “I told you it was big,” the guy said, reaching his hands down to Shane’s ass and grasping his cheeks firmly while thrusting up. Shane groaned in pleasure, then leaned back on his arms, showing off his own athletic physique, thick chest, and raging hardon. He worked his own hips to ride the thick meat inside him, becoming louder as he did. “Uh! OH! UUHHHHH!” I stroked my dick watching my partner ride this sexy boy’s body. Shane bounced on that dick for a few more minutes, the two of them occasionally whispering to one another, then thrusting hard. Shane’s ass was now accustomed to the European cock, and he was lost in cock lust. Finally they slowed, and I watched as that thick meat slid out of Shane’s hole. They stayed in that position a moment, then exchanged a few whispers, and Shane moved to side. The cast member got up, grabbed Shane’s waist, and guided him into a doggy position. He then pushed his dick back inside my partner’s hungry hole. The sound of muscle slapping against muscle filled the room as he started to pound Shane. My partner was moaning non stop as his ass was taken by this guy. The guy used his knees to push Shane’s legs further apart, and slowly fucked him into the mattress, finally landing Shane in a spread eagle. This European stud braced his own arms so he was hovering over Shane’s body, and started thrusting his hips so his cock was plunging into Shane’s smooth ass. Shane was making a mix of grunts and whimpers as he was fucked by long, deep, plunging strokes. He couldn’t move anything but his lower legs, which were now slightly off the bed as he was pounded into the mattress. I was stroking hard, building toward another climax watching as these two were each caught up in their own parts of the experience. Shane was lost in ecstasy of being fucked long and hard, anticipating being turned into this guy’s cumdump. The young European stud was exhilarated by the power and pleasure of the ass wrapped around his cock. He was thrusting hard, his eyes closed and focused on his own pleasure. Shane had offered him a raw hole, and he was clearly about to breed it. His muscles tightened and started to spasm as he let out three deep grunts, his thrusts become an effort as he unleashed his seed in my partner’s willing ass. He pushed himself deep inside, arching his back to maximize penetration and push his seed as deep inside as possible. His body spammed two more times, and I could imagine the large, sticky load that was being pumped out of this stud’s cock and into Shane. As the two lay there still, I stepped out of the doorway to let them finish their connection. I heard them shower, and then saw the European cast member leave. Shane was still naked, admitting he was a bit dizzy from the poppers and breeding experience. His dick was long and hard, and he hadn’t come during their fuck. I was horned up knowing there was a stranger’s fresh load inside him. A short time later I saw him cruising on his phone .... and I wondered if there was more to cum that day. [If you enjoyed reading about this little adventure, let me know! You can tap the blue heart below and leave a message.]

I really hope that Shoreboy hasn't been banned because is really a good writer. With his well described sex sessions he was near to give you the real FFeeling of the situation... Indeed the intro of the last chapter, a story in a story, has been a little too hard but IMHO it was a warning to his readers: Fisting IS dangerous no one can go from virgin to shoulder deep in a session no matter how much chem you have taken before. Fisting is a cooperative task, both have to be aware, trust each other, the two become one, one lissen your muscles, your breath, your heartbeat exploring you with his hand feeling how deep, how width and how fast he can go; the other have to relax himself, letting his muscles loose for you, letting you in, normalising his breath, trusting you... It's the heaven.

8. Jay "He came in you, didn't he?" Tucker asked me. I couldn't quite believe it myself either. Six hours ago, I was chatting with a girl, hoping to get her home. But now, a second man had just cum in my hole. Even though I barely knew him, I was still milking his dick, trying to get every drop of thick white cum out of him. I had a nagging memory, of high school health class, of gay friends telling me their fears, that this wasn't a good idea. That I was putting myself at risk. But there was a bigger imperative that I couldn't ignore. I wanted more. More men. More dick. More cum. I would worry about the aftermath later. "Yeah," I said, smiling. "He did." Damon had shot his load in my hole. The very idea made me happier than I ever remember being, and I never wanted it to end. "Lucky," Tucker said. Damon pushed his dick into me once more. It also pushed his load deeper into me. "Don't worry," Damon said. He pulled out his cock, leaving me suddenly empty. "There's more for you." Tucker swallowed and forced a smile. "Great," he said, but I could see the terror in his eyes. I wondered what it had been like for him, getting fucked so intensely that he had passed out. I wondered what he had thought about, as the blackness enveloped him even as Damon's cock continued its relentless assault. The fear must have been overpowering, yet there was nothing he could have done about it. But the thought quickly drifted away from me. All I could think about was how my ass was an empty void, and how much I wanted another dick in me. "Looks like that hit the spot," Aiden said. I nodded, not sure what the right answer was. "And that you need another cock up your ass." I nodded my head again. "Let's leave these two," he continued, then turned to Tucker. "I'll check up on you guys later. And Tucker, make sure you keep him happy." "Yeah, uh, sure boss," Tucker stammered. I looked down; I didn't want to meet his eyes as I went off with Aiden and left Tucker alone and unsupervised with Damon. I noticed that his cock had shriveled up like mine and wondered what the cause was; Damon's dick was semi-hard, and Aiden's was straining against the white underwear he had on. "Good boy," he said, then motioned for me. "Come on. I have some new friends for you to meet." The lights had been turned down even more, and I almost lost Aiden in the darkness. At least his white underwear gave me something to follow. Eventually, he stopped by the bar; it was an oasis of light, with a small light suspended over it. There was one other man there, a man a little shorter than me, wearing only a pair of red sneakers. He was thick with muscles, had a thick, trimmed beard and broad, and sported an amazingly hairy chest. Through the neatly trimmed chest hair, I could see a few tattoos. Even soft, his cock was still thick and long, hanging down over balls clearly heavy with cum. "Alex," Aiden said to the man. "Hey," Alex said. "This is Jay. He's new here tonight." Aiden turned to me. "This is Alex. I'll let you guys get to know each other properly." "First night, huh?" Alex asked. I nodded. "Welcome," he said. He reached over and ran his hand through my chest hair. Alex's fur was darker and thicker; next to him my light brown chest hair seemed almost non-existent. "You're a cute one." "Thanks," I said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him. His skin was warm and he smelled like a man, a bit sweaty and musky. If I needed any other reminder of his masculinity, his dick was pressing against my thigh, already semi-hard. Before I could say anything else, he leaned in, lifted his head up, and kissed me. The height difference was a bit disconcerting, that he was both shorter and the more dominant one. But I quickly forgot about anything other than the feeling of his body next to mine and his tongue in my mouth. "See what you are doing to me?" he asked as he broke off our kiss. I looked down and saw that his cock was now nestled between my legs and pointing straight forward. His cockhead was just nestled against my hole. "Nice," he said. He pushed his hips in, letting the head rub against the cum leaking out of me. "You've been fucked already, haven't you?" he whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I said. "Three times," I continued, blushing. It felt odd, to be admitting how many men had used me. I wondered what time it was and how many hours had passed since that first, almost innocent, kiss with Rod. "Nice," Alex said, pressing his furry body even closer to me. "That's hot," he said. "Especially on your first night here." "Yeah," I said. I mean, it had felt nice having another man cum in me, even if it hadn't ever happened to me before. It felt natural to be gently grinding my ass against Alex's dick. But, everything was still so new and confusing. I had been indoctrinated into heterosexuality my entire life, and suddenly a new door had opened for me. "It's been fun," I finally said. "Good," Alex said. He had an arm wrapped around me. It made me feel safe. "Want to have a bit more fun?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. I pushed my hips against his, feeling his dick slide against my hole. I wanted it inside me. I stopped worrying what people thought about me. I stopped worrying what I thought about myself. I focused on what felt good. I focused on what I wanted. "I want you. Inside me." "That's what I want too, boy," he said, and kissed me. His beard was surprisingly soft on my face. "But first, that hole needs to be eaten out. Follow me." This time, he held my hand, dragging me into the dark room of men. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Damon and Tucker arrive at the bar right as we left. But before I could confirm, other men stepped into my vision, some naked, some with jockstraps, but I as I saw now, no one was fully clothed any longer. Alex guided me to a corner, then pushed me up against a wall. It was forceful, but not rough, and my hole twitched in anticipation. I remembered how good Rod's tongue had felt against my asshole, and I instinctively pushed out my ass so Alex could bury his furry face in it. He got down on his knees behind me and pressed his tongue into my crack. "Oh yeah," he mumbled. "Gotten fucked good, I can tell." "Yeah," I moaned, as he pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole to his explorations. It was a bit uncomfortable, to be exposed like this in front of a stranger, but at the same time, my heart was pounding in pleasure. "Oh god," I moaned as he rubbed his beard against my hole. It was just as soft as it was against my lips, and I couldn't wait to feel his dick inside me as well. "So fucking tasty," he said, as his tongue pushed into my hole. I wanted him inside me, but at the same time I was conscious that he was lapping up the cum that had been injected into me. I wanted him to stop; those loads were mine to keep. The men had injected them deep into me. They had marked me, let me share some of their masculinity. But, almost as quickly as I had that thought, I wanted his tongue to push deeper. I needed to open myself up to him, and allow him to experience me as intimately and as completely as the other men had. I reached down and grabbed my dick. Despite how turned on I was, it was small and soft. I was aroused as I had ever been, but yet, my dick was being recalcitrant and stubborn. It didn't matter; so far, all the men had been more than satisfied to use their stiff manhood against my hole. Still, I couldn't help but play with myself. "That's it boy," Alex said, between diving back between my cheeks and returning to my hungry hole. "Play with yourself." Notwithstanding my hand on my dick and his mouth on my hole, I remained perversely soft. I glanced around; the men were stiff and hard, their cocks straining against their underwear and sliding in and out of tight holes. The men were proud of their dicks and the pleasure each one got from their erections. All around me, there were men, enjoying their bodies and their cocks. I wondered what was wrong with me. Alex pulled away from my ass. I could feel how wet he had gotten my hole with the combination of his spit and the semen still dripping out. He stood back up and turned me around. We kissed; his whiskers were wet and the fluids dripped into my mouth. I had only tasted my own cum before; I recognized the familiar salty bitterness of semen, but the flavors were different from the times I had tasted mine. I was tasting the semen that had been fucked into my hole. It had been so long since I had tasted another man's spooge. He hadn't called me a disgusting cocksucker yet, so I licked his beard again, this time intentionally and carefully. I thought I could taste each man who had pleasured himself with me. Rod's semen was like a fine whiskey, dark, mature, and intense. Damon's semen had an edge to it, the bodily fluid equivalent of a chip on his shoulder. But the differences didn't matter. What mattered was that each man had offered me such a special chance to get to know him, and that I had been able to receive their seed. "You like that, huh?" Alex asked me, as I licked his beard again. "Yeah," I said. I was a bit embarrassed with my admission. I wasn't supposed to be hungry for another man's semen, and I tried not to meet his eyes. "Nothing wrong with that. There's plenty more for you here." He motioned to the men around me. I looked around. On my left, a boy, not much older than myself, was kneeling down in front of a hairy, muscular, older man. The older man's chest hair was flecked with grey, but his cock was stiff and thick, and sliding in and out of the boy's mouth. On my left, another young guy was leaning against the window, his legs spread with a tall black man forcing a massive dick into his hole. "Here's one for you," Alex said. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. My face was even with his dick. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and Alex's cockhead slid in, like two magnets clasping together. I looked up, Alex was staring down at me, smiling. "Go ahead," he said. "Your mouth feels great." I ran my tongue over his dickhead, licking up the pre-cum from his piss slit. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "You're good." It wasn't long before his dickhead was pressing up against the back of my mouth and demanding entrance to my throat. I didn't want to gag. I had seen girls gag on my own dick and it seemed disrespectful to Alex to reject his manhood like that. "It's your first night out," Alex said, smiling and stroking my curly hair. "Just relax. There's plenty of time to get used to this." I swallowed, and his cock slipped into my throat. It was an invasion, even more so than Rod's cock sliding into my asshole. It was easier to disassociate from the ass fucking than it was from a cock pushing its way into my throat. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of invasion. I wanted Alex to be inside me, to feel the pleasure I could give him. "Fuck, that's a nice throat," he said. I re-opened my eyes and looked up. His head was arched back, but I could still make out the expression of happiness on his face. I put my hands on his muscular thighs, balancing myself against his muscular bulk. They were thick and hairy, the way a man should feel. I turned back to his cock, focusing on the thick erection pushing its way into my body. Far from gagging on his dick like I feared, it felt good to have it in my throat. I was enjoying being down on my knees, servicing this hot, hairy, hard man. It felt good to be able to take Alex's cock, to be able to accept such a precious gift. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the pleasure of sucking dick. Alex's thick cock pushed into my throat. I might have gagged once or twice, but as intense as it felt, it was little consequence to Alex, and therefore, it wasn't important for me. Instead, it was just my way of thanking him for the pleasure of his dick in my throat. Once my nose was buried in his pubes, I lost track of time. Even a century wouldn't have been enough time to give him the pleasure I wanted. "You're enjoying this," Alex said, finally breaking my cocksucking reverie. "I can tell. The way your throat feels on my cockhead." I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His was smiling at me, his brown eyes wide in the dim light and the pleasure. I could see a tattoo across his chest; there was black text, but I was in the wrong position to read it. However, right in front of me, there was another tattoo, a red one, three interlocking semi-circles with barbed ends. The symbol looked familiar, dangerous and a bit sexy. However, it was hard to place it. Alex saw me staring at it. "You like it?" he asked. Even with his cock buried in my throat, I nodded. "It's my warning symbol. Just in case you had any doubts." I nodded again, not entirely sure what he meant by a warning symbol. No man as beautiful as him, with a cock so perfect needed a warning symbol. "Maybe you can earn one as well," he said. I nodded again. It didn't matter what he said. The only correct answer was to say yes, to give him any pleasure he wanted. He reached down and played with my hair. He ran his fingers through my thick curls, gently pushing me further down on his cock. I had thought I had gotten the full length of it into my throat but with his guidance, I found another inch of manhood disappear into my mouth. I gagged again, but the intense agony of it was merely my small gift towards Alex's pleasure. "That's it," Alex said. "Take it all." His voice was deep and resonant. I wondered if the entire room could hear him telling me what a good cocksucker I was. I glanced around, but the other men hadn't seemed to break their relentless rhythm of sucking, fucking, and making out. It was just me and Alex, at home in our universe of masculine pleasure. "Fuckin' sucked it hard," he said, as he released the pressure on my head. "Mmmmph," I managed to say, as I gasped for air. He had pulled his stiff shaft out. I was empty; there was only the puddles of cum in my ass to remind me of the men that had fucked me. However, the empty feeling in my gut was secondary to my need for air. I was gulping down air, smelling the heat and sweat from the men in the room. However, at close quarters, the dominant scent was Alex, a wild, masculine musk that reminded me of the old locker room on campus. My dick twitched again, but I knew it was still worryingly soft. He pulled me back up right and wrapped an arm around me. Although shorter, his arms were long and wrapped with muscle. He reached up, his thick beard rubbing up against my stubble, and kissed me. "You want me inside you?" he asked, before pressing his warm lips against mine and forcing his tongue inside of me. "Yes," I said, without hesitation. All that was important and all that was correct was to say yes to Alex's every sexual need. I had already let two men penetrate me. I was not in a position to deny him the simple pleasure of fucking me. "Yes," I repeated. "Good," he said. He kissed me once more, before skillfully spinning me around and leaning me up against the tall window. In front of me, spread out like diamonds were the lights of LA. It was mesmerizing, but even so, when Alex pressed his dickhead against my hole, I closed my eyes. I wanted to concentrate on the feeling of him pushing into me and possessing me. He pressed his hairy chest against my back and wrapped his arm back around me. I felt safe in Alex's embrace. It was both masculine and caring, a concept that had been alien to me only eight hours ago and was now almost natural and eternal. "Relax," he whispered into my ear. "This is for both of us to enjoy." I exhaled and he pressed his shaft into me. He was just as hard as ever, and his thick shaft filled me up, more than satisfying my deepest needs and urges. "Wet hole," he said, as the accumulated cum greased his path into my gut. "Fuck," I moaned. "That feels good." "Hell yeah," Alex said. His dick continued its relentless thrust into my body, pushing the semen already inside of me deeper into my guts. For a moment, I realized the danger that I was exposing myself to; there had been the endless, embarrassing high school sex ed classes with the unremitting reminders of the dangers of sex with a condom, much less the risks of unprotected sex. But the fear quickly passed. Alex was muscular and strong, healthy and fit, and it was hard to imagine any danger beyond his dick being too big for my hole. Or not big enough to satisfy my insatiable needs. Something had gotten to my head. My mind kept on slipping to sleazier thoughts and I was dangerously sanguine about the raw and intense sex I had been enjoying. I had let Alex penetrate me so easily, and his raw cock up my hole felt so natural and perfect. I remembered the bumps of cocaine that Aiden had given me and wondered if that was affecting me. Or the pipe that Damon had given me to smoke. Alex pressed his body against mine, his furry chest rubbing against my back. "Look out the window," he whispered. "All those lights." I nodded in agreement. It was beautiful, a private world that just he and I shared. Alex continued. "So white, intense. Like pools of sperm." He gently twisted my head back towards his, and we kissed. His tongue pressed into me, and I wasn't sure if I had ever been happier in my life. Alex's dick was now deep in my ass, thrusting in and out, rubbing the accumulated spooge into my body. I relished the feeling, that the two loads Rod had given me, the load that Damon had given me, and soon the load that Alex with gift me would be permanently a part of me. My dick twitched at the thought of the men marking me. "Mmmm," Alex whispered in my ear. "Tighten up that ass. Milk my dick dry." I tried my best to squeeze my ass around Alex's cock, but after three men, it felt loose. But he moaned each time, so it must have been having an effect. "Nice hole," he said. "We're going to have to play some more." He let his hand drift down towards my groin and it quickly found my dick. He played with it, but I remained just as soft as always. "You party tonight?" "Party?" I asked. I had no idea what he meant. "You know, tina? Crystal?" I realized what Damon had been letting me smoke. Friends had talked about crystal meth, how it fucked you up, sometimes permanently. But this wasn't fucked up. This was pure amazing, and if it lasted my entire life, it wouldn't be nearly long enough. "Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I have been." I blushed. I had just admitted using some crazy insane drug to this hot man. I was terrified of how he would respond and even the few seconds he paused before responding was fearful agony for me. "Nice," he whispered into my ear. "We need to PnP together. Damn hot tweaked out muscle bottom," he said. It was dirty and depraved and it made my dick twitch in pleasure. "Tonight?" he whispered. I was surprised he was asking me a question. He didn't need to do ask me anything. All I wanted him to do was to take what he wanted from me. It was my pleasure to give him whatever he required from me. "Yeah?" I asked. "Can I cum in you?" he asked. "Breed you?" I started nodding even before he had finished speaking. My desire had passed mere want, and it was now a fundamental need of mine to get more sperm inside me. "Yes," I said. "Of course. Cum in me. Breed me. Mark me." "That's what I want to hear," a new voice said. I looked away from the cityscape in front of me to see that Aiden had re-joined us. The two men, Alex and Aiden, might have been brothers, just separated by twenty-odd years. In the light from the window, I noticed how Aiden's chest hair was flecked with grey, and immediately wondered what it would look like with my cum sprayed across his chest. "A hungry boy." "Fucking hungry hole," Alex said. The two men kissed, as Alex pushed his dick deeper into me. I watched them make out, their eyes closed, each of them lost in their own private world of pleasure. "I'm going to breed your boy," Alex whispered to Aiden. "Fucking load him up with my seed." "Good," Aiden said. "I know he'd like that." Aiden ran his hand across my body, over my chest, down my flat stomach, before finding my traitorous dick. Despite my arousal, it was still soft, flaccid, and small. It was good that I was getting fucked, otherwise, it would have been an embarrassing situation. Aiden leaned down towards me and whispered into my ear. "I'm glad you're making so many new friends tonight. I'm glad you came to the party with me." I could only nod in agreement. "Feels good," I murmured, as Aiden pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth, as he stroked my dick. "Him inside me." "Good," Aiden said. "It's supposed to feel good. Just enjoy it." He kissed me again. "Don't hold back. Don't be afraid. Everything is going to be just fine." "I want him to cum in me. Give me his seed." It was so strange to be saying those words, but yet it felt so natural. When I set out to the club that night, it was supposed to end that I was the one fucking some chick. I was the one who should have been injecting my sperm into her warm pussy. But instead, it was my hole that was getting defiled and degraded. "Tell him that," Aiden said. "Let Alex know what you want. What you need." It wasn't a command, but yet I knew there was no way I would ignore his request. It felt so reasonable and natural to tell Alex that my hole was his to breed. "Please, Alex," I said. "Cum in me. Give me your seed." "Is he?" Alex asked. I was confused, but then realized the question was directed at Aiden. I tried to figure out what Alex was asking. But, right as I focused, Alex pressed his dick back into me, and all I could do was moan in pleasure. "Nah. He's practically a virgin. But he's spoken for." Aiden stroked my dick, and the sensations overrode the foreboding I had about what he had just said. "Spoken for?" Alex asked. The way he said it gave me pause. I didn't want to be anyone's possession. I had just gotten out of my parent's house, and it was time to be my own man. But I remembered how protected I was when Rod wrapped his arms around me. Or how safe I felt with Aiden looking out for me at the party. Or most of all, how Alex cared for me enough to give me his load. Around these men, I was going to be ok. "Yeah," Aiden said. "But that doesn't mean the two of you can't have fun tonight." "You're right," Alex replied. He continued. "Fuck. This is going to feel good." Where Damon had been forceful and careless, Alex's every stroke was intentional and planned. As his cock slid in and out of my hole, I realized Alex had only one goal he was mindlessly pursuing. It was the goal of every red-blooded man, the only goal we had in life. It was to spread his seed far and wide, to impregnate every available pussy, whether willing or unwilling. Every thrust and parry of his cock was carefully planned and executed to push him closer to that fundamental masculine need. "It feels good, doesn't it," Aiden whispered into my ear. "His cock, inside you." I nodded. It was hard to deny what he had said. Alex's cock was sliding in and out, each stroke bringing him closer to that essential relief Alex needed so badly. Just as badly, I wanted to give him that relief, and the thick spurts of man-juice it entailed. It felt so dirty, so sleazy, but also so good. "Yeah," I finally said, lost in the pleasures of getting fucked. "I want your load," I grunted to Alex. "Give it to me." "Oh fuck," Alex grunted. His strokes were no longer the long, deep thrusts. His pace was faster and he was forcing himself right to the edge. "Oh FUCK," he grunted again. "Give it to me," I said. I had never craved something this badly in my life before. All I wanted was this man to cum in me. I wanted him to breed me. I didn't understand it when Damon had first told me he was going to breed me. But now, getting bred by a hot man was the only thing that mattered in my life. "Fucking breed me," I said. "OH FUCK," he said, this time ramming his cock deep into me. I felt Alex's cock pulse and surge and his thick, wet, cum fill my gut. Each man had been better than the last, and Alex's orgasm was practically a religious experience. "TAKE IT," Alex grunted. In the center of my torso, the wetness grew as Alex drained his balls into me. The perfection and peace of that moment, the moment where his semen filled me up, was going to be a feeling I was going to chase for the rest of my life. "Breed me," I grunted. I was on the verge of tears, so happy that Alex was impregnating me with his seed. "Fuck, this is nice," Aiden whispered. "You taking that hot load." "TAKE IT," Alex grunted once more. He was in his own world, where the only thing that mattered was his cock and how good it felt. I squeezed my ass, massaging and milk his dick. I tried to tell myself it was just to give pleasure to Alex, but I knew that my single focus was getting more seed in my hole. "Fuck, you're a hungry guy," Aiden said. I squeezed my hole again, and was rewarded by a visceral grunt from Alex plus another squirt of his precious jizz. It landed directly into my rectum.

Very interesting ... reading your posts, there is an undercurrent to this. The dynamic between the 3 of you will not be as easy as you portray BUT if it's what you all want, DO IT! Just remember, even in the lifestyle, there is choice. I love my BB bottoms.

Well sooner or later the big downer POLITICS had to show its ugly face! Here is my take: much or MOST of 'the porn' the 'fake moralists' might have discovered on-line and specifically THIS SITE and the kinds of posts here would drive them over the edge with zealotry... not sure if the censors won't pull a fast one out of the blue one day.... BUT When it comes to sex I prefer to AVOID POLITICS! As freaky Gollum from 'Lord of the Rings' would say: "IT RUINS IT!!! Smeagol likes it RRRAWW and WRRRIGGLING!" There is enough on here that 'doesn't rock my world' like the obsession with incest for example. No 'daddy' talk for me and no high heels on dudes and no scat either! And purposely getting sick and making others sick I don't understand. I'm sure I'm not alone but I hush my mouth and roll with it. I leave chat when the topics make me cringe! Bottom-line: some things give you a boner and others will make your BUZZ disappear! Some things don't seem to go together: I have gay friends and HARDCORE BB contacts whose extreme political views turn me off. I couldn't imagine having sex with them... unless I was high!? One who is a heavily-tattooed and pierced porn performer who stars in everything from FF, SM, BB, orgies, WS whatever. On his other side he is all about 'pet rescues' dogs etc but then he also CONSISTENTLY posts pro-rightwing stuff on his FB from pro-Palin, pro-Duck Dynasty-Taliban to anti-ACA and hating Obama stuff... (logic?) does he think a fist-fucking, bb-promiscuous, hustler would be allowed at the table with any of these folks? And HE was the one defriending me first!!! Not me! He couldn't tolerate my 'moderate' leanings! My best friend here in town is GAY and cheats on all his BFs and bareback them and his tricks. Yet he is a square-acting 'government-employee' who calls his very nelly BFs his 'room-mates'. To compensate he posts virulent BREITBART and FOX propaganda-posts all day long. I figure it's his BUTCH DECOY so he doesn't appear like one of 'them libtard liberals' whom he derides for 'having a mental condition'... I AVOID politics with him when we hang out AT THE GAY BAR or at home! We wrestle, we have kissed on each other but he doesn't know my 'dark side' as I only HINT but the poz issue is avoided (by me). He is pretty hot but I could not imagine having sex with him. Maybe because it would be 'INCESTUOUS' like a brother. He will quickly try to 'cock-block' sexy, promiscuous guys I flirt with by saying 'he is dirty' (poz)!!! I recall (just a few years back) being basically 'vanilla-safe' but I have changed. I've stretched my mind and try not to freak out any more. You know: TRYING TO GET MORE FREAKY!!! For example: arrogant, big-mouthed JERKS making moves on my BF would irritate the fuck out of me in the past. It didn't dawn on me that both HIM and ME could have our cock and eat it too! Now I CRAVE the same jerks I use to loathe and would lick their balls while they breed my man against the wall upside down and do 'the poz-talk'. Which reminds me... I have done a few of those 'set-ups' in the flesh. Good thing I never brought up politics. Not with rural southern minds! Especially since I like rugged rednecks! "Don't talk!" I'm sure it would have RUINED it for me with at least a quarter of them fornicators! Turn the club-music up in the sex-club and don't kill my buzz! "I like my fantasy RRRAW and WRRRIGGLING!"

With comments like: "Republicans are the new Nazis" & "Orange Shitler is their new Adolph" really shows immaturity and a lack of real information. Kinda makes it difficult to take anything else you say seriously. It might stem from people getting all their news from facebook and MSNBC.

The previous administration tried doing the same thing in 2014 but backed down after public pushback. The only thing different about this FCC and the Republicans is that when it comes to making their corporate donors money, they're a little more determined and a lot more shameless than the Democrats. When Tom Wheeler tried taking a bite out of net neutrality protections in 2014, he used the same sort of Orwellian language Ajit Pai is using now, talking about "innovation" and "increased competition", and saying it wouldn't be harmful to consumers. As long as the corporations own both parties, our choices are between "bad" and "horrible". The Republicrats do not work for us. (I made a similar post back in June but it didn't get much traction, and yours is the only other post talking about it. I guess people aren't too bothered about net neutrality, probably because the corporate media BARELY cover it, and when they do, they make it sound so dry and confusing people just stop paying attention and go back to their tweeting and their Facebook. Sigh.) http://beta.latimes.com/entertainment/envelope/cotown/la-et-ct-fcc-net-neutrality-wheeler-20140430-story.html http://beta.latimes.com/business/la-fi-fcc-net-neutrality-20140425-story.html#ixzz30OcevUiX http://www.businessinsider.com/major-study-finds-that-the-us-is-an-oligarchy-2014-4

The thought of being the bottom in this situation, with lots of verbal abuse, pictures being sent out as they recruit more tops, being pushed around from one position to another, that gets me hard as hell.

I want something like this... maybe a bit of red!

Ok, here goes.. bare in mind I'm no story teller..... Poison Rod had fucked me sometime ago before I knew he was poz, although I had suspected when he talked of his dirty seed and making sure I couldnt push his load out by getting me out the door as quickly as possible. Since then had been in touch with him, he has such a power over me and although I knew what it could mean his power and the thought of his thick and I do mean thick cock just made my mouth and my ass water. Anyway it took a long time and I am sure that poisonrod gave up on me but eventually I decided I just needed it. Messaged him on Growlr and said I was home alone and wanting to take his cock and load. He made sure I hadn't shaved my head as he hates that and I did it I gave him my address and my phone number , no turning back now. He called from an unkown number and talked making sure I knew what I was about to do and what it would mean. I was hard as soon as I heard his voice again and my cunt as I was now thinking of it wanted no one else. He text me to say he was here and I opened up the door and there he was. He looks like a very normal guy, he's handsome and has the sort of body I love, not muscled but masculine and manly and I couldn't wait. I had that cock out of his trousers before he was up in the bedroom, the bedroom and the bed I share with my boyfriend, which made it for him and for me much hotter. I sucked his cock whilst he reminded me of his high VL and the fact it was totally unmedicated unlike all those undetectables he knew I had been talking to. I was only in a dressing gown so I was naked in seconds and he kept reminding me what a whore I was and how I was going to be free now to take as many cocks and loads as I wanted without worry. I thanked him for the freedom he was about to give me. he pushed me on to my knees on the bed and I could smell my boyfriend as he pushed his only slightly lubed knob to my hole... a hole that I had cleaned out without lube and that I knew was a little bloody inside. He let his weight drop and the head popped inside. It hurt, it hurt good like I wanted it to and he groaned as he pushed all the way in. His precum was oozing he was telling me and that every drop was toxic. That made me push back harder and I breathed in the poppers that I had - not a sniff but a total lung full of the stuff that would open up my hole and the blood vessels to what I needed. He pushed me flat on my front and ground that thick cock deep in my cunt, a cunt that is no longer neg I was sure even if he hadnt yet cum as that precum was oozing I could feel the wetness and that of my insides as it ripped. He made me beg for it and I did like a whore in heat and he fucked hard as he asked me if I wanted him to shoot. Yes I screamed and he did. I could feel the heat deep in my guts (it never came out) and laid then as I milked his cock to get every last drop and to masaage it inside me. He left not long after but only after telling me he would be back to make sure the job was done, hoping he's gonna bring his boyfriend next time too another unmedicated poz top for me to be bred by.

North Park.

mission bch