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Part 45 - A Trip to the City (Part 2) The guys walked out and heard the sounds of people partying in the parking lot but decided to wander over to the bar that Tony had recommended. Mark pulled out his phone and got directions to the Whip and Bit Pub and it seemed to be only about four blocks away. It wasn’t on one of the main streets, but off on a side street about three doors down from Market. They finally found the place and walked in. Their first impression was that this sleepy neighborhood bar was not going to be as much fun as Tony had led them to believe. It didn’t matter, there were some good looking leather guys staring at them and they needed a little break after the motel fuck. They also realized that they were overdressed. Mark peeled his t-shirt off and went up to the bar and got four pints. The guy near him at the bar said “Mmmm, nice to see some new meat around here. What brings you in?” “A friend of my brother’s said that this was a place not to miss if we were in the area, so we thought we would check it out. It looks a little quieter than what we expected…” Mark replied. “Yeah, the crowd comes and goes. Its a bit early yet. As you can see we like to see a lot of skin here. You got a good start by taking that shirt off.” Mark chuckled and then looked down and realized the guy was wearing a leather jock, boots and a couple leather arm bands and nothing else. He looked around the most he saw anyone else wearing was a pair of assless chaps. “Ah, I see. I think we can fit in as soon as I get these beers to the table” Mark told the guy. He paid for the beers and took them back to the table and realized that the guys had already gotten the hint. Joe put his harness on and just had his jock and boots on. Kyle was just in his jock and boots and Eric had his harness on and a leather jock. “Fuck, you guys are quick” Mark said as he set the last of the beers down and started to take his jeans off. Several more guys came in to the bar, each following the same ritual - find a spot, take their clothes off, get a drink, talk and then most walked into the back of the bar and they didn’t see them again. “Either that bathroom eats guys or there’s a back room somewhere” Eric said. “If Tony recommended this place, I would bet on the back room” Mark replied. “Yeah, he said there was and its a lot of fun. Theres a password to get in and I think he even said its poz-only” Joe said. “Hmm, we might need to find it. How about another round and then we go have fun” Mark said. “Sure. It’s my round this time” Joe said as he headed to the bar. The same guy was at the bar and looked Joe over as he walked up. “Mmm, you’re lookin even better than the last guy from your group that came up here” he said to Joe. “Thanks” Joe answered. “I guess you’re liking the place since you’re sticking around. You even followed our dress code” the guy said. Joe laughed and said “Yeah, it’s a cool bar. A friend told me we had to come here. He mentioned that there was a back room that was really fun.” “Oh I don’t know if you’re ready to go there. Its got a few special requirements to get in” the old guy said. “I heard. I’m pretty sure I have it taken care of” Joe said as he turned and lifted his leg up showing his biohazard tattoo on his calf. The guy looked down and then smiled, saying “I see you do. Congratulations. Its nice to see some sexy young guys getting into the club. I hope you’re staying nice and strong and not going the drug route.” Joe grinned back “Nah, gonna stay off as long as I can. I need to share my gift.” The guy nodded and the bartender brought the beers. Joe took two back to the table and came back to get the last two. The guy said to Joe “Third door on the left. Go down the stairs and talk to the doorman.” Joe nodded and motioned for the bartender to get a drink for the guy at the end of the bar. He peeled off some money and then took the beers back to the table. “I got the info on where to go for the back room” Joe said and then sipped his beer. The guys talked some more and finished their beers. Joe grabbed his backpack that was now stuffed full of their jeans and shirts and they all walked towards the back of the bar. They heard several of the guys talking about them and one even said “they’ll be back soon. Danny won’t let em in.” Joe opened the door and they went down the staircase and walked around the corner. There stood Danny, a tall muscle cub. He wore ripped jeans, heavy boots and a thick leather chest harness. There was ink on every part of skin they could see below his neck. He was an imposing figure that surely scared some guys away without a word. The expression on his face said “Get the fuck out of here.” Joe walked up and said “I hear Rudolph is hung” and snickered. Danny shook his head and a smile came over his face. “You seem to know the password, but do you know the other requirement?” Joe looked straight back at him and said “Poz and horny? We got that covered.” “Well, damn. You surprised me. I hope you guys are tops since most of the guys tonight are bottoms” Danny said, sounding a lot friendlier. “We’re all vers” Joe replied. “Mmm, good. No condoms are allowed. There are two special guests in there. A chunky Filipino guy and a thin mixed race guy. The guests are there to get bred, no questions asked. The more toxic the better. You can move them to whatever area you want. The rest of the guys are there to have fun too, but ask first before you do anything. Uh, so you guys on meds or not?” Danny asked. “No meds for any of us” Mark said. “Fuck yeah. You should have a lot of fun” Danny said as he reached into a box and pulled out some red wrist bands. “Vers guys get two, one left, one right unless you’re just going to top or bottom.” Joe held out his left arm and got one band on his left wrist and then Kyle, Mark and Eric did the same. “White is undetectable and green is neg, but only the special guests can have those. Uh, you just have clothes in the bag, right?” Danny asked as he waved a metal detector wand over the backpack. “Yeah, and poppers” Kyle said. It beeped and Mark then said “Car keys.” Danny clicked the button and the door opened and the guys went inside. The space was big and they wandered around a bit seeing what was available. They found several small private rooms, an area with two dog cages, a wet room, a dark room that seemed to have a padded bench in the middle and was truly dark, a bondage room with several slings hanging from the ceiling, a few crosses, fuck benches and hooks hanging from the ceiling. As they walked through, everyone seemed to look at them and smile. Joe whispered “I’ve only seen white wristbands so far. I think we’re the only toxic guys here.” Mark said “We’re going to go hunt. We’ll meet up later” and he and Eric headed off. Joe and Kyle wandered some more and found the Filipino guy hanging from a hook in a secluded corner. He had a small towel stuffed in his mouth and his ass was red from being beaten. There were paddles on the wall and a barrel with a pad on top. “Mmmm, this looks like one of the guests they told us about” Kyle said with a sly grin. He saw the look in the guy’s eyes - a mixture of fear and excitement. “Yeah, green wristband, so that must be him. Someone has tied him up here, his feet don’t even touch the floor. You think we should bring him down?” Joe asked. “Yeah, I think he’d really appreciate it. Maybe even offer his ass up to thank us” Kyle replied. “I don’t know, he’s got a green wristband. Did the guy at the door say we needed to only play with ones that match our red ones?” Joe said mockingly and saw the guy shake his head side-to-side and mumble something into the gag. “I think he’d look really good with my dick inside him” Kyle said. “He’d look even better with my cum dripping out of him” Joe said as he bear hugged the guy and lifted his bound hands over the hook and carried him over to the barrel and set him down. The guy bent over the barrel and presented his ass to Joe and Kyle. Kyle kneeled and started to rim the hefty ass and quickly pulled back. “He’s loaded. Wonder whats swimming inside him” Kyle said to Joe. Joe replied “Poz cum, duh.” Kyle stood up and shoved his cock into the cum filled hole and began driving in and out. Joe walked around and pulled the towel from the guys mouth and said “How’s that cock feel inside you?” The boy replied “Fuckin’ great. Gimme that charged up cum.” Joe chuckled and asked “How many toxic loads you get so far?” “I don’t know. I was blindfolded for a long time today. A lot of guys fucked me right when I got here at 2pm” he answered. “Cool, you’ve been taking poz loads for over nine hours” Kyle said as he started to slam in harder. Kyle grunted a few times before he buried his cock in and let loose with several shots of toxic seed. “Oh fuck yeah! Poz me up” screamed the chaser. Kyle pulled his cock out and Joe moved in. He shoved his finger into the cummy hole and then pulled it out. “No signs of blood. You didn’t fuck him hard enough” Joe said and shoved three fingers in and twisted them around, digging his fingernails in. The bottom screamed out and Joe kept going. After torturing the guy’s hole for a couple minutes he shoved his cock in and fucked him like an animal. The sounds reverberated around the room and someone walking by might have thought it was a horrible rape scene, except the bottom was begging for more. Joe liked a bottom that could take as rough a fuck as he could give, especially after being fucked for nine hours. Joe slapped his ass and kept pounding as his cock spurted his death seed into the bug hungry hole. After the last of the cum shots, he fell forward on top of the guy and said “Enjoy those loads. I’ll bet you got knocked up today.” He pulled his cock out and looked at the battered hole. The cum dripping out had traces of blood in it and so did the cum coating Joe’s cock. Joe and Kyle left the guy bent over the barrel, moaning in both pain and ecstasy. They looked around and came across a group of guys they had seen earlier upstairs in the bar. There was a three way fucking on a bed and next to them two more guys fucking. They watched and stroked not wanting to interrupt the guys. Suddenly, Joe felt someone right behind him. Arms came around and held him tight. He saw the tattoos on the guys arms and recognized him as the guy at the end of the bar that he had talked to when getting beers. “I hope you boys are having fun” the guy started out as he began to hump Joe’s ass. Joe could feel a rigid cock with a large piercing rub between his ass cheeks and pushed his butt back and finally caught the tip of the guys cock on his hole. “Yeah, Danny said you were vers. I bet you want this cock inside that tight young pussy” he said and Joe just moaned. Kyle was stroking harder, watching his boyfriend about to get fucked next to him and the group fucking in front of him. The guy dripped some spit on the end of his cock and then pushed into Joe’s hole. Joe groaned as the large piercing followed by the thick mushroom head forced its way into his hole. Joe started to ride the guy’s cock and got it deeper and deeper inside him. “Is this how you got knocked up? Taking strangers diseased cocks until they filled you with all of their bugs?” the guy asked Joe. Joe moaned and replied “No… that didn’t work. My brother knocked me up.” He heard the guy grunt in his ear and his cock pulse inside him, filling him with more infected cum. “Damn, boy. Thats so hot” the guy whispered in his ear while breathing heavy. The cock slowly pulled out of Joe’s hole and as quickly as the guy showed up, he was gone. Joe and Kyle wandered around some more and found Mark and Eric with the other special guest. They had the guy on a fuck bench and were spit-roasting him. He was a sexy guy with dark caramel skin, a plump bubble butt and a desire for cock. Mark and Eric were pounding both ends and they could see the bottom try to pull Eric in closer with his hands and Mark with his legs. Mark let out a guttural yell and flooded the guy’s hole with his venom. They pulled their cocks out and Mark led the guy over to the wet area and Mark and Eric hosed the guy down. Joe looked at Kyle and they walked over and aimed their cocks at the guy and added their streams of piss. They took turns aiming for the guys open mouth and watching the piss overflow and run down his lean, smooth body. Kyle leaned down and pushed the guy face down on to the piss covered floor and pushed his cock in to the guys sloppy hole. He started to fuck and felt the streams of piss cover his and the cumslut’s bodies. He drilled and pounded, turned on by the warm piss and the cock hungry hole. The slut was milking his cock like a pro and Kyle felt his balls churn. The pissing had stopped but the smell hung in the air. He leaned down and licked the beer piss off the slut’s back. Kyle moaned and he heard Mark yell “Knock the slut up” and Kyle slammed down and let his cum shoot inside. Volleys of his toxic cum pumped in and mixed with the others in the guy's guts. Kyle got up and quickly rinsed off under the sole shower head. They left the guy laying on the floor covered in piss and sweat and the group kept touring around. Each fucked a few guys but their balls were mostly empty. Mark said “I think I have one more. I want to find the other neg guy and add my load.” Mark found him in the sling getting fucked. He noticed the guy fucking him had a wasted look and a red wristband. The top groaned loudly as he held the bottom’s body tight. His body shook and Mark knew the boy was getting an AIDS load deep inside him. The top pulled out and Mark marveled at the long thin cock, dripping with cum. The bottom said “Thank you sir” as the top walked away and Mark took his spot. He shoved in and felt his cock enter a sea of frothy poz cum. He drilled the slut’s hole for several minutes until his balls were ready to shoot the last of his cum for the night. “You ready to be a poz slut, boy?” Mark growled as he felt the cum rise. “Yes, sir” answered the bottom as he squeezed his ass tight around Mark’s shaft. “FUCK!” Mark screamed as he felt his cum shoot inside. The guys decided to head back upstairs for a final beer before heading home. As they walked out of the playroom Danny stopped them and asked how many loads they gave the neg guys. Joe said “We gave two to the Filipino guy, one to the mixed guy” and Mark added “two to the mixed guy, one to the Filipino.” “Good job” Danny said “I think they’ll both have red bands the next time.” As they walked through the bar back towards their table, Mark saw several guys nod and smile when they saw their red wristbands. Kyle stopped at the bar to order another round of beers and the bartender motioned him towards the back. Not sure what to expect, he followed the bartender into a dark hallway and the bartender said “Give me a toxic load in my ass and the round is on me. Its gotta be quick though.” Kyle’s cock instantly got hard again and he pulled the bartenders shorts down and pulled his cock out of the jockstrap. Kyle kneeled, spreading the bartender’s ass cheeks apart and spitting on the hole a couple times before standing up and lining his cock up and thrusting in. “You like taking poz cock?” Kyle whispered in his ear as he drove his cock in with firm, deliberate strokes. “Only taken undetectable ones so far, yours is the first toxic one I know of” the bartender replied. Kyle’s cock twitched and he started to fuck harder. He heard the bartender grunt with each stroke and could feel him wince from the hard thrusts. “Knock me up” the bartender begged and Kyle drove his cock in hard and unloaded what poz cum he had left. Kyle pulled his cock out and told the bartender “wait here, my boyfriend has another load for you.” Kyle slipped his cock back into his jock and hurried back to the table and told Joe where to go. Joe walked up and found the bartender still standing against the wall, his legs spread and his shorts pulled down. Joe whispered in his ear “Sorry your Christmas gift is a day late” and then shoved his cock into the bartender’s ass. The bartender let out a scream that he stifled quickly and pushed his ass back. “What do you want?” Joe asked while pounding the guys hole. “Your poz cum” replied the bartender. Joe felt someone standing next to him and turned to see Eric who was stroking his cock. Joe slammed in hard several times until his cock started to spew his infected seed inside the bartender. Volley after volley filled the tight hole adding to Kyle’s load. Joe pulled out and Eric rammed his cock in. He was all ready to shoot and told the bartender “Consider this load a tip” before burying his cock in and pumping in his charged seed. Eric pulled out, slid the bartender’s shorts back up and then slapped his ass. Eric stopped at the bar and the bartender quickly pulled four pints and Eric took them back to the table. Rehydrated, they walked back and found the car and headed back to Mark’s apartment. Eric and Kyle slept the whole way back while Joe and Mark talked. As they neared the apartment Mark stopped talking, leaving a very long pause before asking Joe “I hope you’ll be my best man.”

Part 37 　 Hank got up then, as his cock slid out of my cummy hole, and almost staggered out the back door. He left me on top of the table with my legs still spread and in the air. I didn't want to move at all. I just laid there with my mind in the clouds and spinning with the feelings of complete release. I could feel a slight breeze blowing in the door and it was almost entering my ass as I knew it was gaping wide open. I could feel cum running out of me and down the crack of my ass to drip either on the table or the floor, I knew not which as I wasn't sure how close to the edge I was. I finally turned my head a little and found myself looking at the clock. I was stunned, as here it was Sat. afternoon and only about 2 pm. OMG, was all I could think, only 2, and in barely a little over half a day, I had gone from just having a cock in me for a while to taking, what?, 8, 9 or 10 poz loads in my ass. As I thought that, I felt my cock twitch from the memory of how great it had felt. I just laid there in a daze. Not really thinking about anything at the moment. Just kind of enjoying the feelings still coming from my hole. I reached down between my legs and found that two of my fingers slipped in easily. My hole was still gaping quite a bit. It felt so wet and sloppy from the amount of cum I had taken in the last several hours. I kind of dreamily just ran my fingers in and out and around in there. The feeling was so nice, I just wanted to lay there and not do anything else for a while. After a bit, I finally decided I had to get up and around. I got off of the table, grabbed another cup of coffee and headed upstairs to take a shower. I was a sticky mess. I cleaned up and then towled off good and hard and almost felt normal, again. I then grabbed a pair of shorts and putting them on, only, I headed back down to see what was happening either outside or over next door. I found nobody outside, but Hank's door was standing open, so I went over and into his place. I found two of the, used to be neg? guys laying in the livingroom. Seeing noone else, I went up the stairs and as I passed the guest bedroom I saw Tom and the other two formerly neg? guys laying in there asleep on the bed. I got to Hank's room and found him, Randy and the other poz guy, I had no name for yet, laying asleep in his bed. Looked like everyone was tired out, finally, from all the fucking that had been going on for several hours straight. I decided not to disturb anyone and went back down and then over to my place to, maybe, take a nap, also. I just knew there was going to be more going on later. I just needed to decide if I was going to join in more or not. Sleep first and then decide is all I could think of.

We both woke up the next morning and the first words I heard were much friendlier than the day before. “Morning, Mike. Did you sleep well?” Frank said. I yawned and stretched and said “Morning, Frank. Yes I did. I hope you did too.” “I haven’t slept that well in a long time. You really wore me out” he said with a chuckle. I laughed with him and replied “You wore me out too and filled me up. I can still feel cum dripping out.” He reached over and grabbed my stiff cock and stroked it saying “I’m a really bad lover, I didn’t let you shoot your load before I crashed.” He moved down and took my cock in his mouth again, sucking and licking it just like he had the night before. Frank slid his body over closer to mine and we were almost in a 69. I stared at his hairy legs and ass and then started to stroke them with my hand. My fingers slid into the crack, running up and down. His moans around my cock excited me even more and I was struggling not to shoot my load right away. I guided his leg over my chest and head and licked his cock from the tip to his balls. When he spread his legs wider, I could get my face to his ass and I started to eat like a starving child. His musk filled my nose and I was getting high from it. I almost forgot that he was sucking me until I would hear a grunt from him when my tongue would dig into his pucker. I had some of his hairs floating in my mouth and I wanted more. I spread his ass wider and felt my spit soaked beard against his hairy ass. My tongue dug even deeper into his hole and he suddenly pulled away. He turned around and straddled my stomach and he looked down at me and said those magical words again “Fuck me, Mike.” I guided my cock to his ass and it slid easily to his opening with the mixture of our saliva helping it along. Slowly he pushed down and my cock popped inside. I slowly raised my hips, forcing more of my cock inside and he started to ride my cock. I was pounding into his hole as he rocked back and forth. I felt his sweat dripping on my chest. I looked up at his face and could tell he was enjoying it as much as I was. When I would thrust in harder, he would push down harder. I reached up and rubbed his sweaty chest, pressing the palm of my hand against his hard nipples and felt his hole squeeze around my cock. I then pinched his nipple and felt him squeeze again. Frank reached down with his hand and pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, no doubt looking to see what my reaction would be. We worked each other over like this for several minutes until I felt my balls start to tingle. It didn’t take much longer and I thrust my cock deep inside him and Frank plunged all the way down. Pulse after pulse of my cream pumped into his body while his ass milked every drop. I let out a loud growl that I’m sure the neighbors heard. Frank leaned forward, laying on my sweaty chest and kissing me with a slow, passionate kiss. When the kiss stopped, Frank gently bit my lip before sliding down my body and between my legs. I spread them wider and he lubed my hole with spit. I knew it wasn’t enough but I didn’t care. If I was going to get Frank’s cock back inside me I would take it any way he wanted to give it. Frank stood there with his cock just in my hole, staring at me and waiting for more of his precum to ooze inside me. Maybe it was the precum or the cum from the fuck the night before, but when he pushed his cock inside me it didn’t hurt at all. Just that wonderful feeling of a bare cock sliding inside my hole. Frank’s cock slid all the way in until I felt his bush against my ass. I looked up at him and said “Fuck me, Frank.” His cock already felt bigger than normal and I doubted he would last long before he came. Each thrust was firm and deliberate. Hard enough to make me know he was in control and make me feel it , but not too hard to be painful. I worked my hole around his shaft until he couldn’t restrain himself. He looked me in the eyes and softly said “Take it, boy” as I felt his cock pump it’s seed into my cum craving hole. I could feel the warmth and fullness from his cock and cum. When his cock fell out of my pussy, he laid next to me. “Thank you, Mike. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. It’s not just the sex. I like being with you” Frank said. “I feel the same Frank. The sex is great, but you make it even better” I replied. We laid there for several minutes, smelling of cum and sweat. Neither of us wanting to move and break the mood. I looked over at the clock and it was almost 11:30AM. “Crap” I muttered. “What?” asked Frank, with a concerned look on his face. “I have a football game to play today” I said with a hint of disgust in my voice. “Mmmm, I bet you look like a real stud out on the field” Frank said with a grin. “You can see for yourself if you want to watch a bunch of gay guys play football” I replied. “I don’t see how I could refuse. I might have to hide my hard cock as I watch you prance up and down the field, though. And I might be envious of the guys you tackle” Frank said with a chuckle. I grabbed Frank by the hand and led him into the bathroom. The shower was a long one of half washing and half groping. We dried each other off and Frank put his clothes on from yesterday and I put on my jockstrap and then the gray uniform pants which clung to my body showing off my muscular legs and ass. I pulled on my long sleeve compression shirt and then our team jersey. I looked up and Frank stood there with a huge grin on his face. “You like?” I asked. “Oh yeah. And I’m gonna like taking them off you after the game” Frank said. I smiled. Oh, yeah, I remembered. After the game. My smile turned to a frown. After the game when we always have our party. How was I going to tell him about it? I could just not go, but I needed to be honest with Frank. “Uh, Frank. We usually have a party after the game” I said in a serious tone. “Oh, cool. Can I come or is it only for the team” Frank asked. “It’s open to anyone. I have to warn you that there’s going to be some sex going on” I said nervously. I wanted to go to the party, since I had been to everyone after the first one I went to. But I also didn’t want to mess up anything with Frank. “Hehe, are you worried about me being jealous of seeing your teammates have sex with each other? Or with you?” Frank said. “Yeah, we haven’t known each other long and I don’t want to fuck it up” I replied. “Boy, there’s one thing we need to agree on right now. No matter where our relationship goes - friends, fuck buddies or partners, we need to let each other have fun with other people. Understand?” Frank said bluntly. I was relieved. “Yes, sir” I replied with a grin. “Today is probably the best day to try it out. If we get really lucky we can see each other fuck with other people and realize its ok. It won’t change how I feel about you” Frank said.

Sitting at home I was pretty bored one evening and being a horny 24 year old I decided to hit the gay chat rooms to see what was about. I flitted around from room to room, now I didn't actively engage in bareback sex but I had dabbled once or twice with guys I knew, I clicked on the barebacksex room and looked at the profiles of the men. One in particular struck me 'BigChris', as his profile opened I had a good look through. He was 36, six feet 10 inches, rugby build, extra large uncut, bareback only. The pictures posted of him in jeans with his cock hanging out and unmistakable tattoos on his arms gave me an immediate erection. At only five feet seven inches with average build, brown cropped hair, and okay looking I thought to myself he is way out of my league. Anyway I opened a chat window and sent a message "Great profile." then closed the window and continued browsing. He was also stated at being in east London and I was south east so quite a journey to get from one side to the other, believing that would that. No more that a couple of minutes had passed when window opened from BigChris. Him: "Thanks, what are you into?" Me: "Hi, usual stuff, kissing, sucking and fucking. And you?" Him: "Kissing, fucking, top only, never bottom." Me: "Do you only go bareback?" Him: "Yup, I plough and plant." Me: "Okay, interesting but I am neg." Him: "Poz here and I don't pull out for no one." Me: "That's pretty hot, but probably not for me, but thank you." Him: "Always happy to plant my seed in you if you change your mind. Bye" My cock felt like it was going to explode as I sat in the chair looking at our chat window and jacked off furiously until I shot my load. Well that was exhausting I thought to myself and headed off to bed. I had never considered myself a chaser of poz seed but it got me so aroused thinking about it. Around six months later I decided to flat share with a mate and we got a place just outside Greenwich in south east London. A few weeks after moving in I went on-line and updated my profile location, I then started to check out the local talent around this area. About 5 minutes in a chat window opened from BigChris, I was shocked that he even remembered me and our conversation. Him: "Hello, how are you?" Me: "Hi, I am good thanks, how are you?" Him: "Good. I see you moved to near Greenwich." Me: "Yes, about 10 minute walk away." Him: "Great, I am in Greenwich, would still love to meet you." Me: "I could do daytime at the weekend." Him: "No, I like late evening meets, I only like to cum once a day that way I make sure theres plenty of seed to plant." Me: "You tease, lol" Him: "Come over tonight." Me: "Okay, but let's see how we get on before anything happens." Against my better judgment I had just agreed to meet a poz guy with the possibility of engaging in bareback sex. But lust had taken over and I headed off and found myself walking towards his block of flats. Standing outside the door I contemplated if I should really do this, but my hand had already knocked on the door and I stood waiting. The door opened and and there he stood tall and well built his body almost completely framing the door way as he invited me in. I crossed over the threshold, he had a t-shirt and boxers on and I could see what lay beneath the fabric. We made small talk and sat on the sofa, he arm went around my neck pulling me in towards him as he kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I placed my hand under his t-shirt and stroked his chest, his mouth opened forcing mine to open in unison as his tongue sought mine. We kissed for several minutes then his hand began pushing my head down towards his crotch, my face buried I could feel the stirring to life of his cock. I moved his boxers down to reveal a beautifully formed long thick cock and ample balls, I took the cock in my mouth and began teasing the foreskin as he moaned, leaning his head back against the sofa. Slowly taking more of his shaft into my mouth, I made it a point to apply enough pressure to pull the foreskin back revealing the head. My tongue and lips caressed, licked and sucked gently at the steadily hardening shaft. Pulling himself and me to our feet, he took my head into his massive hands, kissed, and guided me towards the bedroom. His body and power was overwhelming as he stripped me naked and pushed me on to the bed. In no time he removed what clothes he had on and was laying next to me. His face was over mine as he kissed me deeper and with more urgency. I felt my legs wriggling with arousal, my toes curled, and my cock was at boiling point. Through his seemingly endless kisses, my mouth was beginning to fill with his saliva as his free hand was playing with my ass making circling motions around my hole. I let out sigh after sigh at the intense pleasure I was feeling. Slowly he knelt up and flipped me on to my stomach then pulled me up on all fours. I felt him move around behind me. I hear a click and felt a cooling gel being liberally applied to my hole. I gasped and waited holding my breath. Slowly I felt the head of his cock nudging away at my hole very gently. A moan of delight escaped my lips as I felt my ass opening as he pushed his cock in my ass. There was certainly pain, but there was also excitement and comfort from the sensation of his beautiful cock head being buried in my ass. His hands clasped like vices around my hips as he began the long journey of pushing his shaft in, all the way to his balls. It seemed to take an age and every inch caused my head to snap back and moan, my legs shuddered with every stroke that filled my ass. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he wriggled his hips and gave one last push and I yelped in pain and felt his balls tapping at my ass. He stayed there for a moment and began slow deep thrusts hardly take his cock out but making sure I felt that he was fully inside my body. He leaned over the top of me and placed his arms either side of mine, still balls deep in me he began to slowly grind his hips against my ass. The sensation was incredible. Involuntarily I shouted "Oh fuck!" Whispering in my ear, he reminded me "I'm gonna plough you and plant my poz seed deep inside, there is no going back now." Reality snapped back and I decided this was not such a good thing. As I opened my mouth to speak his left arm disappeared from view as I felt it tighten around my waist locking me in to position. He laughed as he sensed I had second thoughts and said "A little security to make sure you don't try to slide off when I start planting my seed." His thrusts began to get harder and faster, my moaning and gasping aroused him even more. My body was immobilised and I knew I would not be escaping this. I began to relax and started enjoying the fucking my ass was getting, urging him to go harder. Suddenly he grunted, his hips locked up tight against me. His cock gave an almighty pulse as I felt the warm liquid shoot in to my ass "Fuck" I screamed, another pulse of liquid planting deep inside me. I was in heaven as he continued releasing seed and planting it deep. As he relaxed he collapsed on top of me pinning my body on the bed, I pulled my ass cheeks wider and he gladly obliged and pushed his cock in even further. His cock still buried inside he rolled me on to my side with the arm that had held me in position, pulling me close up to him, his other arm went across my chest. It was obvious I was not going anywhere soon, so I relaxed and fell asleep. We woke in the morning still in the same position and I felt his cock was still where he left it. He kissed me on the neck as he slowly extracted his cock from my ass. I was still in a little shock at how much of a slut I had been. Still, I rose and dressed as I need to head home, shower and get to work. As he opened the door he commented "We will be doing this again."

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I love the bottoms who are totally consumed by and addicted to cock and sperm to the extent it is all they think about. It I with no disrespect that I say they are true bitches with insatiable pussies and cunts. Keep offering up your pussies. Men need holes to empty their balls into. Don't hold back. When you reach the point (and you eventually will) of accepting any cock, from any guy - young/old, hot/ugly - you will open up a new world of ecstasy and will never go back to picking and choosing. Be the faggot you were born to be.

I’ll say it’s the weird moon we’ve been having, but my cravings have intensified in the past few days so today I gave myself a treat. I awoke early, planned my meals ahead, got some work done, cleaned my ass and by 7:00 PM I was at a bar/video/sex club joint close to my home having a drink and browsing Grindr. But for a few guys there who didn’t seem to be interested in more than exchanging some looks, not much was going on, so I went up to the third floor to the tiny room with a TV and movie theatre seats that awards the venue the “video” status. Two guys were standing up watching the movies, so I grabbed one guy's dick. It was small, thick, and really, really hard. Awkwardly I dropped to my knees and, in the first thrust, sucked him down, balls-deep. He moaned and took his shirt off, while the other guy tried to unbutton my pants and grab my ass. The second guy pulled out his tiny dick promptly rose to an erection. The first guy, meanwhile, had withdrawn his cock from my mouth, stepped behind me, and shoved his dick in me forcibly and completely dry. The pain was extreme, so I asked him to pull out, thoroughly lubed my hole, and he re-entered with vengeance. He fucked like we were on the sturdiest bed ever without another guy involved and not on a squeaky ass movie theatre seat with six other onlookers and another tiny dick for me to suck. He went hard and fast, grabbing me by my waist and shoulders and pulling me towards him, trying to go as deep as he could. He was soon dripping sweat all over, but his moans suddenly intensified as he grunted “Where do you want it?” “Right where you are is good,” I replied. That got one of the onlooker’s attention and he soon came close and pushed the guy I was sucking away, pulling a big thick veiny dick from his pants which he presented for me to suck, which I did, however, no sooner had I begun when the fucker in my ass was done, twitching and moaning as my ass squeezed every last drop of cum out of his dick. No sooner did he withdraw when the hung guy withdrew from my mouth, and gestured for me to turn around so he could aim his cock at my ass. He spat in the palm of his hand, lubed his cock head, and shoved himself in good. While my ass was admittedly sore, it was also wet with cum, so the cock slid in easily. Soon I felt the pleasure that comes as a consequence of having a big fat cock lodged in one's ass. This guy was more of a passionate fucker, and the setting wasn’t playing in our favor. In addition, some of the onlookers had started talking about sports or some other thing and it was kind of distracting, so he asked me to go down to a private cabin. On the floor below one available little cabin with just a chair was waiting for us. We entered, he stripped in two seconds and shoved his dick down my throat. I swallowed it whole but I needed to have that big meat's cum in my as soon as possible, so I got up, turned around and pushed it all the way in. He moaned and grabbed my whole body from behind, passing his hands all over my chest and belly, playing with my nipples and jerking me off. Having all of him in had me close to cumming, and that little touch made my dick start to ooze our cum that got onto my pants. Fuck. I turned half my body around without pulling his dick out and we started making out. I’d brought poppers so we both gave it a hit and it made him turn into a violent power top, sticking his fingers in my mouth and pulling me down towards him from my neck and teeth. It was intense. He started making a lot of noise, both from moaning and our skins clapping against each other, and I could feel my hole just letting it all go and welcoming the violence with pleasure, craving for that second load of cum. He started slowing down and just playing with the tip of his dick in my hole, in and out, in and out, until he suddenly said “That ass is fucking amazing, I’m about to fill it up with cum. You want it? Beg me for it.” "Fuck yes, I want it! Fuck yes I need your big dick to blow your seed deep in my hole," I answered. “Louder, cunt,” he demanded. “Préñame," I shouted, which roughly translates to into English as impregnate me, but it sounds slutty as fuck. He moaned loud and pushed me hard towards him, leaving his load as deep as possible and pushing that first guy’s cum into me as well. Fucking hot. We both got dressed and I left the venue. I took a cab to a downtown hotel that is known for being heavily patronized by gay men. As soon as I arrived I was contacted by a top wanted to come over - so he did. I didn’t even ask for pictures and was disappointed as he was neither hot, nor did he have a big dick. But then it's true, no load should be refused. He blew his load in no more than five minutes, which was fine by me as it raised my ROI of the night. He left, and I noticed a guy on Grindr with whom I've exchanged messages several times, although we had never hooked-up. And the guy was staying at the same hotel! He was about my height, 5’4”, heavier, tattooed and has an average dick. He sent me a very direct text which read 'What’s your room number? I wanna breed you'. I replied with my room number, and within five minutes his cock was down my throat. It turned out to be one of those lays where you know you’re driving the other guy crazy. He kept complimenting my head, was touching me all over, making me flex and playing with my nipple piercing, saying how we should’ve done this earlier. His dick was really hard and straight up, so I got on all fours to have it go all the way in. He fucked me hard and got tired fast, so we had take a couple of breaks. I gave him some poppers and after a few seconds I could feel his balls and dick beating as they got ready to breed my hole. He moaned, groaned and slapped my butt, depositing his seed with the other three I already had in my ass. His orgasm was quite long, and he fucked me afterwards for several minutes as I tried to squeeze every last drop of cum out of him. After that, he got dressed, gave me some more compliments and left. After a while, this guy that’s bred my hole in the bathhouse appeared to be close by on Grindr so we talked and he came over a few minutes later. Even though we met this past month we’ve already fucked over 5 times as he has a nice big dick that gets super fucking hard and he knows how to use it. He says my hole is amazing and that he loves how I look when he plows me, which I don't mind as a compliment. So when he arrived we talked for a bit while he undressed but he didn’t let me blow him this time. He got me on all fours and ate my ass out like it was dripping out some sweet juice, trying to suck out the loads he knew I had in me and make my hole all wet. I squeezed hard as those loads are mine but he stilled managed to get his dick really wet and shoved that big tool in me. He apparently had been fucking but hadn’t cum, so he was forceful, acrobatic and energetic, fucking me in the air, getting on his hands, making me turn with him still in me and finally, after dripping sweat all over me, leaving his load in me, while shoving his hand down my throat and spitting in my face. Fucking. Hot. He had to attend a birthday party, so he dressed and left. Back on Grindr, I resumed my search as I hadn’t yet cum, quickly locating two guys in the same hotel, two stories down, who were looking for a hole to breed. Fuck yes. I went down and they greeted me naked, not waiting for me to undress before pushing me down onto my knees and making me blow them. I can't say the sex was amazing, but it was hot being used by the both of them as a cumdump. The first guy filled my hole in five minutes and the other one jerked off. The second guy actually pushed the other guy out of the way so he could shoot his load into my hole. Seven loads in and I called it a night.

You don't stop having PIGSEX because you grow old, you grow old because you stop having PIGSEX!

Trevor and I were on our knees next to each other kneeling between our leather daddy's wide spread legs as he leaned back into the couch enjoying the feel of the lips and tongues of both of his tina-spun pig boys as they eagerly and hungrily licked and sucked and kissed up and down his thick throbbing rigid dick and orally worshipped his balls.....balls which were quickly filling up with another potent load of his HVL poz daddy cum. It was almost dawn on Saturday and except for a couple of short breaks to rehydrate and to watch some verbal gay bb vids to keep our pig desiring nothing but raw bare condomless fucking and breeding, we'd been going at it for 10 hours or more. Between the tina, the booze, the poppers, and the Viagra all 3 of us were still wired up and hungry for more cock and cum and ass and piss! This latest round I had Trevor on his hands and knees on the living room carpet smoking the pipe like Bette Davis smoked cigarettes, while my turgid bare dirty dick was fucking his greedy wet pig pussy for a third time while Daddy was behind me and - FINALLY! - let me feel the cock that I belonged to. The cock that had made me what we were even now making Trevor into, the cock which for Daddy's purpose had been in Trevor's holes only all night long except for once or twice I licked it as he fucked in and out of the partyed up pig's loosened hole. But when I felt that hard lethal daddy dick poking against my sweaty ass lips and then felt him slide home I cried out with unrestrained lust and pleasure. And as I felt the deep burn rippling through my ass chute I knew he had covered his dick with Tina. I felt the rush and the buzz and the hunger surge through me as I cried out, "OH YESSSSSSS, Daddy!! Thank you, Sir! Thank you for giving me your dick! Fuck me Daddy! Please fuck me and fill me up!" And as he began pounding me I began plowing the sub's welcoming hole with my own hard cock, rough-dicking his hole and churning up all the loads Daddy and I had spewed into him throughout the night. As I felt Daddy's fat dickhead batter my prostate and felt his teeth biting into my neck I came....I came and came hard and deep and long inside Trevor's wrecked hole, feeling him push his ass back against me. "Do it, bro! Ah fuck man that's it! Fucking give me more of your DNA! Give me your fucking dirty seed and bug me fucker! Fuck yeah!!" For a brief moment even while cumming I thought, "we stopped the roleplay a couple hours ago", but then the thought was gone as I emptied my balls' cargo into the cum receptacle in front of me and I felt Daddy's cock pulse and throb in my muscled hole then begin spraying the walls of my ass with another of his virulent delicious venomous cum! After about 5 or so minutes Daddy pulled his still-hard dick from my lubricated hole and I withdrew my cumcoated cock from Trevor's ass. Daddy stepped over to the couch and fell back on it, spreading his legs wide as he picked up the pipe and began heating it. He looked at us with the flame reflected in his dark demonic pupils and in a deep commanding voice said, "Come over here pigs. Get on your knees and clean your Daddy's cock for him". He didn't have to tell us twice...we were there in a heartbeat, and that's where we were now, licking all over Daddy's cock and balls, fresh from fucking my ass, as Daddy blew out 3 or 4 huge white clouds, waiting for the next round of fun to begin.

How it Happened Ch. 3 I caught the bus back to campus without any trouble. The whole time with Michael seemed like a terrifying sexy dream. My well-fucked ass and the slowly leaking jizz seeping from my “boy pussy” told me I had not imagined my time with Michael. Fortunately, my roommate was still gone when I returned to my dorm room. I stripped and took another shower, so when I woke in the morning I wouldn’t wake to a puddle of cum in my bed. I told myself, even though I promised to let Michael fuck me raw anytime he wanted, this was only a one-time occurrence. When we met again, I would explain I preferred to engage in only safe-sex. I was sure he would understand, and we could move forward without any repeat of our wild and reckless night. Now having told myself this, I had to admit the sex had been amazing. The warm, throbbing cock pumping in and out of me had treated me to what had to be without a doubt some of the best sex in my life. I found myself getting hard as I remembered the hot, pulsing shots of his thick semen filling me up, as he continued pounding me like a porn star whore. I understood now why guys loved fucking raw, and I almost regretted depriving that lacrosse of the opportunity to breed me as Michael had done. Still it was better to be safe, than sorry. Michael and I could get tested together, and once our tests came back negative, we could skip rubbers and fuck like the night before. I took a couple of Aleve PM, so I could get some rest, and hopefully ease the pain of my well-fucked ass. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard my roomie return, but I was too far gone to care. When I woke up, I first thought it was dawn, but, I had slept through the entire day. Fortunately, I had only two classes, but I had never missed a class in my life. I contacted friends from those classes to catch up on my missed work, as well as checked over my work for the next day’s class-work. My friends from the night I met Michael had texted me to make sure I was doing okay. They apologized for abandoning me at after-hours club. I texted back it was all cool and had met a great guy, who was interested in seeing me again. Bed-time, Michael texted me. I found myself boning up at once as soon as I saw a message from him. I didn’t remember giving him my number, but at this point I couldn’t care less how he got my number. He told me how much he enjoyed our time together and was definitely looking forward to seeing me again Friday night. I responded telling him how much fun I had as well, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. I soon found my cock leaking like crazy as he told me how much he enjoyed being inside me, and the way my “boy pussy” just seemed to keep milking his cock for more jizz. Even though his graphic texts turned me on something awful, I told him I really needed to talk about being safe in the future. I felt relieved when he responded that was something we could talk about Friday. I had been afraid he would want to not see me again, but that seemed not to be the case. He told me his friends were excited to meet me this coming weekend. His last text of the night included a picture of his cock buried in my ass, with some of his loads leaking out, with the comment, “Something to dream about until we see one another again. I barely made it to our bathroom, before I blew my load all over myself. I wanted him to fuck me again in the worse way. The rest of the week seemed to drag along at a snail’s pace, until Friday afternoon and my classes were over for the week. I made sure to try and get ahead of my school work, so I wouldn’t have anything to do Sunday night. It didn’t help Michael sexted me every night. I was a quivering messy of teen hormones by the time I caught the bus to Michael’s apartment Friday evening. The second night we had texted, he made me promise not to fap for the rest of the week. He wanted me loaded with jizz, so he could empty me out completely by the end of the weekend. The thought of someone making me climax until I couldn’t shoot anymore strangely turned me on more than I wanted to admit. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been as hard as I was when I climbed on the bus from Hopkins to downtown. I packed my toiletries, as well a couple changes of clothes, since I had no idea what he had planned for us to do over the weekend. I made sure I packed a box of condoms, just in case Michael didn’t have any on hand. I wanted to be prepared like the Eagle Scout I was. My heart was pounding, and there was a nice sized wet spot on my jeans, by the time I arrived at Michael’s apartment. I was seriously regretting following his instructions I free-ball. My tight jeans rubbed me in ways I wasn’t used to while wearing underwear. Every step made me harder and ooze even more precum. The outer door-grate was unlocked and opened easily when I pulled on it. I took a deep breathe before I hesitantly knocked on the door. I could hear voices and music playing, so I knocked a little bit harder a couple more times before I heard the door unlock and open. “Babe,” Michael smiled at me stepping aside to let me enter. I thought I’d blow my wad right there in the door way when I saw him. The only thing he had on was pair of black skin-tight jeans with the top button unbuttoned. His thick, hard cock bulged and strained against the zipper which seemed barely able to restrain his desire for me. “We’ve all been waiting for you to get here, so the fun can begin,” he told me, pulling me into a passionate kiss. His kiss threw me completely off kilter, everything I had planned to say to him went out of my mind. As we kissed, he began getting me out of my clothes, I almost felt as if I were in a porn flick, everything seemed to be happening so quickly. Once I was naked, Michael handed me the glass pipe we had smoked last time I was there. I started to say I didn’t want to get started that quick this time, but as soon as I opened my mouth the pipe was inserted. “Inhale babe, just keep inhaling like a good lil’ chem piggy,” he chuckled, as he continued moving his lighter back and forth as he started stroking my cock. God, what a surreal and amazing feelings he was created in me. Occasionally, he would take a hit himself, but soon I found it back in my mouth. I lost track of time as I stood in the doorway getting wasted and jerked off by him. My lust for Michael was equal to the previous time I had been at his place on Saturday night. I wanted his dick bad and he knew it. He pushed me down to my knees, before feeding me his beautiful, thick, uncut cock. I worshiped it, as he had taught me to the first time I sucked him. I swear I got even harder, when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and began to seriously face-fuck me like the slut he called me. I gagged somewhat, but soon was able to take his cock to his shaved groin. If being his slut got me his dick, I was more than willing to become one for him. I was in love with him and wanted to please him. I began to love it when he forced himself deep down my throat cutting off my air and holding it there until I was almost ready to pass out, Slobber and precum coated his cock when he finally withdrew it long enough to let me breath, before shoving it in deep. He could do anything he wanted, I was his to use, so long as he fucked me. I began to believe and accept his dirty talk about being his slut, bitch-boy. I was his whore/cumslut. I wanted, no correct that, NEEDED, to please him anyway I could so he would slide his magnificent fuck-stick inside my boy-cunt. Safe-sex was the furthest thing from my mind. I NEEDED to feel him deep inside me and flooding my insides with his cum. He pulled me off his throbbing, dripping cock, smiling down at me. “Oh yeah slut, we’re going to have a fun time this weekend,” he told me yanking me to my feet by my hair, before French kissing the hell out of me. “Come on bitch, time for some more fuck smoke and some fuck vitamins, then you can get back to work showing me how much you want my fuck stick and dirty loads up your cunt.” I didn’t even think to argue, I just followed him down to the living-room. All thoughts of safe-sex had vanished into thin air like the clouds of white smoke he began to feed me once I swallowed another smiley-face pill and a blue diamond-shaped pill. Once again, he encouraged me to drink more Gatorade. Once I had finished the Gatorade, he fed me even more of the amazing fuck-smoke, which made me even horny than I thought possible. I didn’t even wait to be asked, I finished the pipe off and dropped to my knees and returned to worshiping my new owner. If I had been sober, I would have taken serious offense to being referred to as his property, now rather than his boyfriend. If it meant I would soon be fucked by him, I was more than willing to be his bitch, slut. I had no intention of debated his claim of knocking me up, as being proof I was now his to do or to use however he wanted. My sole focus was bringing pleasure to him, so he would bring me pleasure. I moaned in pleasure, as he continued to forcefully use my mouth and throat. I enjoyed the feel of his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks wide and slipping something small and hard in my hole. A moment later I felt a warm, burning feeling suddenly shot into my hole, before the hard, small cylinder slide from my hole. As time began to stand still, my hole began to hunger to be filled with his hard cock. I was about to try and pull off his cock to beg him to fuck me, when suddenly my hole stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before as an enormous cock-head punched through it’s opening, thrusting several massively, thick inches deep inside me. “Sorry Mikey, we just couldn’t wait any longer to join the party,” a deep, masculine voice said from behind me. “Is he as good as cock-sucker as he looks?” Another voice off to the side asked. “It looks like he knows how to deep through you, but can he do me? A third voice asked. “Well there is only one way to find out, you’ll just have to take him for a test spin. He’s yours for the weekend, but don’t break him please I still want to keep him for a while longer to expand his horizons,” I heard Michael chuckle as he pulled me off his cock and slide out from under me and off the couch. I gasped for breath as I felt the rest of my mysterious fucker’s raw dick sink all the way inside me as his bushy pubes settled against my ass cheeks. My head dropped all the way down on the sofa cushion as I moaned in pleasure at the mysterious cock now buried balls deep inside me. I was torn between feeling betrayed by my new boyfriend, and the incredible pleasure of the thick piece of fuck-meat now buried inside me. I didn’t even know what the guy even looked like, but I was beginning to not even care, because as he began rocking in and out of me slowly at first building momentum, I found myself moaning in pleasure. I didn’t want this amazing thick cock to stop. I my moans of pleasure soon matched both the speed and depth of his fucking. “Hey Mikey, I think he likes it,” chuckled the voice behind me, which prompted laughs from the others. I never had any doubt he would,” laughed Michael. “Have fun with him. I’ll be back later, I have a “date” with a hot lil’ Calvert Hall senior. I may bring him back to join the fun,” chuckled my “boyfriend”. “The kid loves raw cock and cum, I met him at Bush River,” he laughed. Michael grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up to face him. “You are going to take good care of my friends while I’m gone aren’t you cumdump?” He asked me with a look that told me I had better behave or else. “Yes…Sir,” I answered submissively, fearing what might happen if I dared to refuse. Besides, I was really beginning to enjoy the fuck I was getting for this mysterious man. “That’s a good lil’ bitch slut,” he smirked at me. “I’m just helping you become the lil’ faggot slut you’ve always dreamed of being,” he laughed, before leaning down to kiss the hell of me. “I’ll be back in a couple hours gents, enjoy,” he said before letting go of my hair and leaving the room. “Here blow some clouds boy,” commanded a deep voice holding the glass pipe to my mouth. I heard the click of the lighter and saw the flame begin to move along the bottom of the glass bubble. Each time I inhaled deeply, the cock fucking me paused, only to resume its relentless pounding of my ass. Once I finished off the white rock, I found myself presented with two cocks to service. One black and one caramel-colored, both were larger and thicker than I had seen before in my limited sexual explorations. Normally, I would have resisted, but instead I began to worship those beautiful cocks being presented to me. I was in heaven licking and sucking on them, while another cock continued to fuck me relentlessly. “Damn, this cunt is amazing,” grunted the voice behind me. “He’s a horny lil’ fucker,” he groaned, before slapping my ass hard, which in turned made me moan around one of the cocks stuffing my throat. “I think Mikey found a good one here, he’s a nasty lil’ pussy boy,” chuckled one of the voices busy feeding me cock. “Get…ready…to…swap,” panted my fucker. “SHIT! YES! FUCK!” Howled the man long dicking me like there was no tomorrow. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…LOAD!” I pushed back against the unknown man fucking me as I felt his dick begin to swell and fill me with his jizz. I wanted his load in the worse way. “Damn! That was a good fuck, can’t wait until he’s really broken in properly,” chuckled the man as I felt his cock begin to withdraw from me. I tried to close my ass to keep his load inside, but I couldn’t. The next thing I knew another cock was sliding inside me, while I was presented with a cum-covered cock to clean. I didn’t hesitate in opening my mouth to clean and worship the cock that had just fucked me so wonderfully.

My load soaked my fuzzy chest, firm pecs, all the way up to my well trimmed beard. I was surprised at the amount since this was my third load of the day, all produced while watching a video of the ripped 19 year old stud who was renting one of the smaller apartments in my building. On my computer screen, the webcam recording showed him going from fully clothed, to naked and hard, to shooting his hot teen spunk onto a pair of black lace panties(left on his bedroom floor by one of the sorority sisters who shared the 3 bedroom apartment above his). Every time I watched it, I always ended up cumming when he reclined on his bed and described fucking her in the stairwell only 5 yards from his landlord's (aka my) door. As the vid rolled on to his massive explosion, I began to get hard again but had to put it away before I rubbed myself raw. How did I find myself stroking to my hot, young buck-of-a-tenant? With a little luck, some careful planning and a bold goal. This was only stage one of my plan to transform Derek from a normal, innocent young ladies man into my personal plaything. It all began when he walked into my rental office and asked if I'd had a chance to look at his application for the smallest unit, hidden near the back of the building in the basement. Normally I do not rent to college guys, due in part to their irresponsible tendencies, and in part to my perpetual hardon whenever I am near one. Derek could see my reluctance before I spoke, and cut me off with a well thought out list of reasons why I'd be lucky to have him living there. After the usuals, like tidy habits, quiet hobbies, etc., he added that he was working two jobs to pay for school since losing his athletic scholarship due to a blown out knee. His warm smile, round cheeks, deep blue eyes and dusty blond hair made me want to say yes, but his tight tee shirt and shorts led me to say no. Still he persisted, practically begging, since his dorm was too loud to study and all the other apartments within walking distance of his jobs and the school were either too expensive or taken. I apologized and waved for him to leave, knocking down a stack of flyers accidentally. He bent to help me recover them, causing his sagging briefs to reveal his firm bvd covered buns. When he stood up, his shirt rode up, giving me a tantalizing view of the most chiseled abs I'd ever seen in real life. He moved in two days later, and soon his fan club included all of the ladies in the building as well. After he was let go from one of his jobs, I decided to take advantage of the situation, hiring him on as afternoon help in the office. Now that we were spending a few hours a day together, I discovered just how naïve Derek truly was. Everyday some girl would find an excuse to come interrupt us in order to check out Derek, but he would just blush and get shy. One of the smutty sorority girls from the third floor even came by in her bikini (on her way to the pool lol) and the only thing that proved he was alive was the obvious outline of hard teen meat in his pants. "damn those are nice tits." I said once she left. Derek was caught off guard but agreed whole-heartedly. "fuck yeah man, and what a sweet ass." he added while trying to discreetly readjust his hefty hard on. "wish she'd invite me out for a swim." "if you asked," I laughed at his innocence. "She'd let you tittyfuck her in the middle of times square." This began our free discussion of sex, which proved, as I thought, that Derek's experience was limited to some sloppy head from drunk party girls, and 4 sessions of missionary with a girl from his high school. Since he was too shy to approach girls outright, I suggested he try meeting them online. At first he seemed hesitant, until I told him about sites where girls with webcams would strip and masturbate if he found the right one. The next day was spent with him regaling me with tales of smutty bimbos creaming on cam, and his desperation upon discovering they'd do more if he had a cam too. Begin phase one: I offered to let him use the office computer after closing time as long as he was careful not to be seen. Meanwhile I downloaded security software so each of his sessions was saved for my pleasure. After a few weeks of scenes where he'd only whip it out at the end and usually cum off camera, I became proactive. The thing I should have mentioned before is my real profession: drugs. I make a tidy living selling to the local campus and surrounding area, with a select few of my employees living in the apartments, right next door to unsuspecting students and model citizens. One such employee was the same girl that gave Derek a fashion show in her string bikini, and she owed me big. A few months earlier she'd given in to temptation and spent 3 days with her ass in the air at a local frat house, getting gang banged and smoking almost 300 dollars in Tina, which she still owed me. She had no problem with my plan to work it off by seducing Derek and convincing him to perform a stroke show for her while she was "out of town." All it took was getting her to catch him at the computer one night and she had him. Friday night I could hear them fucking on every surface of his apartment, and from the sounds of it, he was talented. The following morning he was at my door by 7, recounting every glorious moment. "I could pound her cunt forever Mr. E," he praised. "it sucks that she is going to visit her family this weekend, but she wants to video chat tomorrow night. I want to make her squirt on the keyboard." "Then you better get some moves Derek," I said, leading him onto phase two. "Why don't you watch some dudes who jack off on cam for money, see what they do that works best, then copy it for her?" The result of his research was the video I can't stop watching, with another session the next morning. As expected, Derek became obsessed with getting her on his cock, which was difficult to fit in with his classes, afternoons in my office, evenings bussing tables at the old Chicago's, and the 90 minutes a day in the gym. He skipped a couple work outs to hook up with her, before I told her to only be free during his bussing shifts instead. this leads us to Phase three: deciding between paychecks and pussy. "so what should I do, sir?" he always called me by my last name or sir, which had me hard in no time. "Do I keep giving up shifts for the fuck of a lifetime, or do I tell her I can't do it then?" "first of all, she is just a piece of ass Derek," I educated him in the secret to women. "She seems magical now, but I bet I can find you another slit who is even hotter if she can't be bothered. Second, didn't you say you'd been doing those cam shows every weekend with her? Why not do a live show for a paying audience? Chances are you'd make enough in one night to equal a month at that shitty restaurant." He declined, but left with a look on his face that told me he wasn't as sure about it as he let on. When he went to his 'girlfriend' that evening and told her he needed to work, she informed him that he could either do her when she was free or she would find a new stud. Stunned and a little heartbroken, he went to work, but texted me when he was on his way home that night: Taking u up on offer 2 find new girl, and decided to do the pay show. C u tomorrow. Saturday night he did his first show and made enough that he quit his busboy gig before the clock hit midnight. A week later, he'd done three shows and had enough to splurge on some beer and brats, which I shared in. He'd never had any beer before, except a sip here and there to seem cool at parties, but my influence was having its desired effect, so he'd finished his third when my 'surprise guests' arrived at my door. Lana and Lois were two of my regular clients, buying enough each week to provide their clients with enough crystal for any and all dates they scheduled. As pros go, these two were the least skanky, but they still had the hints of 'will fuck for cash' in their clothes, make-up and long hair. Lana was some sort of Asian/Hispanic mix, with dark red loose curls, and per my instructions, she was wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a tight tank top. Lois was creamy white with black straight lochs, and her huge breasts were barely covered by her tight, see through dress. Derek sat in silence while I lead them inside and asked them to join us while I got them their goodies. Phase 4: introduce Derek to drugs as a side dish to hot pussy. As expected, his jaw dropped when I admitted to selling drugs to these "sweet grad students." if Lois hadn't sat in his lap when I brought it all out to measure it, he probably would have run for it, but after some drinks, he was all too eager to let her grind into his lap. Accepting a couple beers, they playfully flirted with us both, suggesting all the wicked things they could imagine happening if they got high with us. By the time I brought out a pipe and asked Derek if he minded if we smoked it, Lois had taken his hand and slid it between her thighs, riding his fingers and whispering how horny Tina made her. "Tina? Who are you talking about?" Derek asked, his eyes drifting to where Lana had joined me on the couch, her hand in my fly getting me hard. "this," she said, loading some crystals into a pipe, lighting it, and exhaling a giant cloud. "is Tina. Wanna try some? It make Dicks throb, pussies drip, and orgasms like you won't believe." "I don't do drugs," Derek said, regurgitating the line he'd been hearing since he could crawl. "isn't it bad for you?" "Yeah, but so am I," Lois moaned as she slid off his fingers and walked over to hand me the pipe. I took a huge hit and shotgunned it back to her before reaching out and tugging on her dress so her tits popped out of it. I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth while Lana and Lois hit the pipe, shotgunning back and forth. Derek stood up and walked over to our miniature orgy, pressing his huge bulge against Lois' bubble butt, but still declining the pipe. "Don't pressure him if he doesn't want to, he's just a kid Lois." I said dismissively, taking a huge hit while Lana fished out my hard 8 inch Dick and swallowed it whole. Really, I was fed up with his prudishness, and I winked at Lois who turned around and backed Derek into his seat. "That's okay," Lois said, stripping out of her dress entirely. "Lana and I will just fuck around with your boss. Maybe you can join us next time, but I guess it's just us grown ups tonight baby boy. Lock the door on your way out." Derek sat speechless while the three of us continued getting naked and grabbed the pipe to head for the bedroom. "How... How do I smoke it?" Derek's soft voice stopped us as we were almost out of sight. I smiled before turning back around a walking over to show him in nothing except my dogtags and socks. "go ahead and get him started while Lana and I get ready for you two." Lois said before pulling Lana into the bedroom and shutting the door. They knew I wanted to be alone with Derek when I got him addicted to meth, so I'd always be the first thing on his mind when he smoked it. "Hold this but don't inhale until I tell you," my hard dripping meat pulsed while I lit the torch and cooked the crystals, until a thick white cloud swirled out of the round bowl. "Ok, now suck as hard as you can boy." Derek did as he was told, inhaling until he couldn't anymore, then coughing hard for a minute while I took my turn. We did that back and forth, and in only a minute or two, Derek's whole body came alive and started humming for sex. "Get undressed for those hot bitches. We're wasting the smoke boy," I said, watching Derek peel off his tight tee shirts and slide off his basketball shorts, leaving him in tennis shoes and a pair of white briefs that barely contained his massive rod. "this time, exhale your smoke into my mouth and I'll do it for you too." When he leaned in to shotgun, his briefs grazed my thigh, causing us both to drip precum. When I returned the favor, I got closer so our lips were almost touching, bring our hard cocks together, separated by the thinnest of cottons. His next exhale, I leaned in and our lips rested against the other's, as I felt the pulse of his racing heart pumping through his shaft and head. The last hit before we went in the bedroom, I put my arm around his shoulders, and peeled away his briefs with my free hand, kissing him hard and gripping his penis for a long moment before striding away. When he recovered from shock, he ran after me, and we spent the next six hours trading off using the girls' in every combination imaginable. By the time we shot our loads, Lana was practically blacked out on the floor and Lois was hanging from my neck, sandwiched between us while we double fucked her pussy. I locked eyes with Derek as I covered his Dick in my semen, which freaked him out enough to make him pull out and spray his load on her ass. While Lois and I went to shower, Derek grabbed his clothes and ran off into the night... End of part one. Still to CUM: Derek craves more Tina, needs cash and agrees to fuck a girl on camera in exchange. Instead Derek discovers the last Phase in Mr. E's plan: taking Derek's cherry.

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

For years I have had a deep seated interest in modifying my cock and balls, as being mainly sub I felt that I didn't need them. In the last month I was fortunate enough to meet someone who was able to help me on this path and clamped the chords to my balls making ma a castrated eunuch. Next month I plan on a further modification by having a partial penectomy leaving only a 2cm stump. I know that many guys feel that this is stupid or that I am insane but I have never felt happier. This is what I want and I will follow through on it and be happy with my life. Are there any other members on the site that have extreme body modifications? Any guys interested in guys with modifications? Any guys that are against it? I'd like to here others guys views on this. I'm not looking to be preached at and told that this is wrong, this is my decision and I'm happy with it. I'm happy to hear both side of the argument but any abusive messages or posts will be reported.

One of my favorite places is a certain Bear bar in St. Louis near I-64. If you’ve been to St, Louis, you probably know the place. My favorite thing about it is that it really pulls in the truckers! Whenever I’m there and I spy a rig or two parked under the nearby overpass, I know it’s gonna be a good night. Truckers aren’t hard to spot. They don’t dress “hot”...they simply ARE hot...and authentically themselves. Also, the hat. The hat is a giveaway. On this particular Saturday night, there was a Tyson truck in the lot. I get my usual Rolling Rock and make a game of wandering around trying to spot him. After scopng out the place and not finding him, I get little smile of realization on my face. So I setltle down on a stool within eye shot of the entrance. Minutes later in he walks, Tyson hat and all, followed closely by another random dude - and they immediately go separate directions. I think I may have actually chuckled at how obvious it was to me. ”Tyson” was a real fireplug: Shorter, stocky, and bearded. Just my speed. He gets an MGD at the bar, leans up against the back wall, and downs half the bottle in just over a minute. I amble over casually and take my place along side him. He catches me checking him out and I give my crotch a tug. “Looks like you’re having a good night”, I say with a knowing grin. “How many loads you gotten so far?” I ask matter-of-factly. “That was just my first”, he replied flatly, finishing his beer. “Ready for seconds?”, I asked with a sneer. He turned and looked me in the eye. “You POZ?”, he asked, “Mmmm-hmmm”, I replied. “Let’s do it”, he said. With that he walked towards the door with me right behind. Damn I do love truckers! No words were spoken as we cross the parking lot. Tyson unlocks his truck and we both climb in. He strips down quickly (which is saying something in such a confined space) and gets into the sleeper. I follow suit. Tyson was HAIRY AS FUCK. Total beast mode. With a short, fat, hard cock that we both would completely ignore. He wasted no time going down on my cock and gave me what I refer to as a “utility suck”: Getting my cock good and hard for the sole purpose of fucking. And he did a damn fine job of it. In no time, I was fuck-ready. And so was he...the pig was face down/ass up and prelubed with the first guys cum. His hairy ass punctuated by a beautiful pink, wet, mancunt. I spit on my cock as he poppered up. And I slid into him in one long motion. Now, I wouldn’t say Tyson was loose...but let’s say that pussy had seen plenty of use. He didn’t blink as my fat seven incher bottomed out inside him. Seeing that there was no need to start things slow, I immediately got my full fuck on. Pounding his furry bubble butt nice and steady. After a bit he shifted around and went legs up, his feet finding very conveniently located stirrups attached to the ceiling. (How I do love a shameless fuckhole bottom) ”Pound a load in me fucker!” He ordered. Who am I to say no? I ram myself into his cunt with fury. ”Oh, hell yeah! You gonna....you gonna POZ me up, fucker?”, he stammered out hopefully. “Yep, I’m gonna paint your guts with my dirty seed!” I croak out. He hums with pleasure...I think due to equal parts ass fucking as the prospect of getting charged cum. ”Do it, fucker...Breed my faggot cunt!” ”Beg for it!”, I spit back, barely holding off from cumming. “Let me hear you BEG for it!” ”Please...please...breed me....POZ me...please!” The look in his eyes was real. I could see the cumhunger. A hunger that can never be satisfied. I fuckin’ lost my shit, I gave him one final thrust and howled as I pumped him full of my dirty seed. I stayed inside him a good while. Grinding my Gift into his guts. We eventually lay on his rack together and bask in the cumjoy. He snuggles into me for just a moment. I fingered his wet boypussy...Feeling the mixture of my load with the one that came before me. “You up for a few more charged loads tonight? I know several guys here. If you wait here, I can send em to you.” I swear, his eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. I cleaned up with a towel he had on hand, dressed, and headed back to the bar. In minutes I sent out his next fuck. And another after that. Soon enough, those fuckers were lining up dick for him. I was there til just before 2am. All night, I saw a steady tide of men crossing back and forth across that parking lot. Truckers...Gotta love ‘em.

It sucks when you get something taken away from you because someone else broke the law. Ask any gun owner about that.

We were in the bedroom and things were getting hot and heavy! His tongue was raping my mouth and I thought he might fingerfuck me right through my jeans. "WAIT," I said, pulling my mouth away from his. "Can we talk about Safe Sex?" His voice was husky. "What's there to talk about? Maybe you should learn to take it bareback!" I was surprised by his attitude but he was SO hot that I felt I should try to get him to see my viewpoint, me being HIV-negative and wanting to stay that way. I asked, "Won't you consider using a condom?" He growled, "NO...I won't" "But WHY?" I pleaded. "You sure got a lotta questions!" he said as he gently but firmly pushed me backwards until I fell onto the bed. Kicking off his shoes, he said, "First, I don't like the feel of latex. I like to fuck the way nature intended...you know what I mean?" I nodded, which he mistook for a sign of agreement. He pulled off my shoes and then my t-shirt off in rapid succession. "Also, they're too tight!" As he said this, he pushed down his pants and stepped out of them. I could see why he felt that way. His cock was long & thick. The sight of it bobbing there, already dripping precum, made me feel weak. He continued, "Stopping to put the damn things on...ruins the mood, don't you think?" With experienced fingers, he undid my jeans and swiftly pulled them off. "Lift up!" he said...and like a good little bottom, I raised my hips off the bed. His strong hands whisked away my briefs. My stiff cock betrayed my excitement. He stepped between my legs and said, "I don't want anything between me and the guy I'm fucking!" He hooked me beneath my knees and I quickly found my heels parked on his muscled shoulders. I started to panic. I blurted, "But... " "Shhh!" His right hand covered my mouth, effectively silencing any possible protest. He then spat into his left hand and seconds later, he pushed inside me in one inexorable motion. The surprise of this sent my mind whirling. I felt his pace pick up speed and soon he was groaning and shuddering as he spent his seed inside of me.! He removed his hand from my mouth! My body remained trapped beneath his. "Any other questions?" he smirked. "Maybe you wanna ask me if I'm HIV-positive? Well...YES...I am!" As I stared at him in shock, I could feel his dick getting hard again inside me. "Maybe you wanna ask if I take any medication? Well...NO, I don't! My viral levels are pretty damned high so I'm really fucking POTENT! Now, RELAX, Baby! It's too late now to do anything about it! No harm in doing it AGAIN!" As his cock resumed it's slow in-and-out movement, I could only moan in shame....shame that this was happening...SHAME THAT I WAS ENJOYING IT!

This is common but not healthy. You need to deal with all your own issues before considering any sort of relationship. Get out of your marriage, be single, and find yourself. Then you'll be in a better position to start a relationship. Your marriage isn't fair to you, or your wife, if you're already thinking about ending it because of someone else. Don't stay in it for convenience, which is what it sounds like you are doing. You're in a tough spot- best of luck to you.

Ozpig, you and I are kindered spirits...as are most of the faggot cumdump bottom whores on this site...can't get enough cock and seed!! Oink!

Rawtop, Whatever you need to do to protect yourself and this site which I love you need to do. I want this site to continue. This latest legislation will undoubtedly be reviewed by our court system, but in the mean time you need to protect your ass and do what you need to do to further that end. I support your every effort to do so.

Amen! This needs to be stitched into a sampler to hang on the wall of pigs everywhere!

Can only echo what Seattlebbbtm said. You are in a class of your own. Waiting for each new part is equivalent to what the Victorian public had to do waiting for a monthly instalment from the likes of Charles Dickens,Thomas Hardy or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Part 36 　 Hank could see I was almost drooling and said, "you can't seem to keep your eyes off of my cock can you? You want it and want to become my nice cumdump? You crave me pounding away and filling your ass with my toxic cum, don't you?" I could only stare and nod my head yes. I wanted, no, I needed that cock in my hole. I needed to feel it unload his hot cum deep inside me, throbbing against my prostate. I could not even sit still. I was wriggling my ass around on my chair as my hole had an insatiable need to be used and abused, hard and deep. Hank spread his legs and I just slid off of my seat and dropped between his legs. In one gulp, I swallowed his cock in my mouth as his hands grabbed my head and shoved me down and the entire length of his cock entered my mouth and deep into my throat. I was lost in bliss as I twisted my head around and around, driving his cock as deep into my throat as I could. I wanted to devour it. My whole being was in need of it now. I wanted it in both ends of me as soon as possible. I sucked his cock with a suction born of desperation. I wanted to taste every inch of it. I wanted my throat raw from the penetration of him deep in me. My head was bobbing up and down on him as hard as I could do it. Driving his cock into my throat so hard and deep it felt like it was reaching my stomach. I was in a delirium of lust. Hank's hands were on both sides of my head guiding me and he was moaning in ecstacy from the BJ I was giving him. He was almost yelling, "OMG, that feels so good! Suck me, pull that cum out of me! Shit, that is amazing!" Then, before I realized what he was doing, he pulled his cock from my mouth. I groaned in disappointment. He pushed me back a little, stood up, grabbed me and almost threw me up onto the table. I was on my back with my ass at the edge and his head came down and his tongue was entering my hole. I almost screamed. He licked and probed my hole, but only for a couple of minutes. Then, he raised up and rammed his cock in me all the way till his balls hit my ass in one amazing thrust. Without stopping, he pulled back till just the head of his cock was still in me and then back in hard. Faster and faster, pounding my hole without mercy. I had ahold of the edges of the table with my hands and was shoving my ass back on his cock with every inward push of his. We fucked almost like wild animals. There was no way it was going to last long at this pace. Then we were both moaning and cumming at the same time as he drove his huge cock to the hilt in me and pulsed cum deep inside me as my own cock spewed between us, coating us both with my cream.

The following is how my friend became the prison bitch and is reposted here with his permission. I really am an Ex-con. I spent a very long time in prison. It's been over a decade since I was there though. Most of my sex mental images were formed out of that time. Feel free to ask me questions.... but I'll be honest in my replies. I love adventures. Near public sex. The great outdoors. Sexy soft asses. Giggly girls. Tough bitches. Freaks of all kinds. It doesn't have to be sex, I just like experience. Let's talk. I have been in and out jails, and prison until my last release in 2001. I was 18 when I went to prison the first time. I am not sure what led me down that road... it was a different time, and the world was very different. I never really fit in. I never really found a way to fit in either. The struggles led to a lot of bad decisions. Confused thinking... probably a familiar story now. I was young, very slim, hairless, feminine when I was sent to prison. It was the 80s big hair, rock n roll, drugs, and sex. I was far from helpless. lol, I was in fact, a very violent person even then. However, the prison was a world full of tough guys. It was a world that I would eventually learn to survive in. I was moved from Quarantine to a Prison Psych Hospital within 60 days of my arrival. For further observation and testing. My mind was a mess...it was scary as the decisions I made at this time would follow me everywhere in prison. There really are no secrets in prison, and everyone is some type of predator looking for weakness. Even the inmates at the hospital knew that I had arrived at the prison dressed like a girl. I received countless kites (notes) from inmates from day one. The short version, some promised protection in lieu of sexual favors, others offered money for the same, and some promised violent rape. Everyone waited to see how I would respond. Deep in my heart, I knew, and I knew before I was sent here that I would not survive my entire sentence without someone fucking me. The only real question was did I decide or would someone else decide for me.... who would be in control. It was a lot to think about. I was not interested in being raped... some died from it and the beatings associated with rape were brutal. Further, if I was raped I did not want the rapist to have the power of seeing me weak, screaming or crying... I had to take that power away from him... silently I knew that I would have to be "broke in" I began to evaluate guys trying to figure out who would be discreet and gentle. Shortly after I had decided this course, I was moved to a five-man dorm setting but there was only three of us there. Terry a black guy much older then myself was already my friend and in the dorm, the other guy was heavily medicated. I decided that I would ask my friend to break me in... I had no idea if he would, he never led me to think this way, it was a risk... I wrote a note. That stupid note changed everything. I was no longer a friend... I was a prize. Negotiations between us followed. In the end, we struck a deal... he would be very gentle with me and break me in, and discreet but I would shave like a girl, dress up for him, he would break me in then I'd submit to him the rest of the night. I had to write a note declaring that this was not rape and I asked him to do it. Sign it. I knew that everything was changing... It was like watching my life from outside myself. I could not believe that I was in this position. I was sinking into depression as I stared down at my life unfolding. I was nervous, and he was very eager. He watched with lusting eyes as I prepared myself that evening. Shaving, showering, douche, makeup and finally just panties and a t-shirt. I laid there in my bed thinking as we waited... waited for lights out... waited for our roommate's drugs to kick in and he'd be asleep... waited for the guard to make his round. I was a man of my word, and as the guard passed, I got out of my bed... placed a blanket on the floor between the beds out of sight... Terry was already touching himself... I couldn't help myself I had cut my eyes and seen him. It was dark (lights out) but there was a slim beam of light from the small window in the steel door that allowed me to see non-detailed shapes across the room. I was very nervous... I knew that there was no turning back and everything could change. I was torn... I wanted to back out before it happened and part of me just wanted to be done with it. " No, I had to back out" I turned to say something and was caught off guard as Terry was standing next to me already. Before I could tell him that I had changed my mind he had wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly against him pressing his lips to mine... My small frame seemed to melt in his embrace... I was not expecting that! He was treating me like he would a girl... his hands gripped my butt tightly and pulled me against him. I could feel his excitement against my belly through my shirt. At that moment my mind said that I was a girl... I felt like a girl. he was a foot taller then I was.... stronger. My slim 5 ft 5 frame at 119 lbs was overcome with a sense of femininity as it melted against him. He broke from my lips and without a word I knew that it was time. He was already lowering his pants as I turned away and pulled my panties down, slowly got on the floor before him... Laid down on the carefully spread blanket face down.... I placed a pillow under my midsection to raise naked butt in the air slightly offering myself to him as he stood over me. One last look back at him towering there naked... now I was scared again he was much larger then I was. I was sure that this was going to hurt. As he gently kicked my feet apart spreading my legs and lowered himself down onto my back... my mind screamed " You're a damn fool. No one asked to be turned out. Now you're going to spend your life as fuck boy" My self-critical thoughts were interrupted by his weight on me. I felt the coarse hair of his legs against my smooth shaved legs.... closing my eyes I felt everything as if in slow motion.... the hard dick pressed against my ass pulsating, all of his weight crushing me covering me.... the hair on his chest against my back even though the shirts thin material.... I seemed so small beneath him. His hand brushing the long hair from my neck and his lips ... the hot breath on my shoulder as he kissed my neck and shoulder before whispering in my ear, " are you ready?" No need to answer that and he didn't wait for me to respond. His weight lifted and his hands trailed down my back as he knelt between my spread legs. his strong hands pushed the bottom of my shirt up over my naked butt to my waist, as if it was a skirt. they gripped my cheeks and pushed them apart exposing my near virgin hole to his lustful gaze. I just lay there as he poured Baby Oil down the crack of my ass, his hand working in being sure that I was "wet" He lubed his rock hard with desire dick, as I reached back like a wanton whore grasping it pulling it toward me. He lowered himself back down on my back and I guided him home. Its tip pressed against me... suddenly he was in me. I gasped at the suddenness of it. I held my breath to keep from crying out. As I struggled to take it in and adjust to its size. I wanted to scream... to stop... OMG, what had I gotten myself into... My entire body was tense even my toes were curled up and my hands gripped the blanket... he pressed forward, and I realized that he barely in me. Tears welled in my eyes as he slowly pushed his way in... all the way in. He whispered, "relax" I tried but it was still several minutes before I adjusted to his size and the overwhelming pain began to ease allowing to breath. He must have sensed that, as he began to pull out... then back in. My mind raced with thoughts now that I could breathe. I was seeing it as if I was floating above us... my small feminine form beneath him, legs spread... him pumping away and holding me... I felt him sliding in and out of me. Felt his desire and needs for release... muscles tensing... pelvic thrusting against my ass... hot breath on my neck... sweat dripping on me from his labors... I rolled my ankles out opening myself wider for him inviting him deeper. There was no turning back now... I was a bitch. He was pounding away grinding ... there was no more pain. His breathing was labored, and I could feel his dick starting to pulsate... I knew that he was getting ready to cum... totally shocking myself, I blurted out, " cum in me" and he did. then collapsed on my back exhausted from turning me into a bitch. When he had composed himself, he pulled out of me... I suddenly felt empty, his spent juice oozing out slightly in the cool evening air. As I stood I could feel it dripping running down my inner thigh and walked over to toilet area to wipe. When I turned around I saw him staring at me... It was almost time for the guard to make another round, and I pulled my panties back on. It was done... I had been broke in and it wasn't so bad... I returned to my bed where I laid thinking. I laid there knowing that I had changed everything... I was cursing myself out for being weak. Judging myself harshly. Hating that I was willing. telling myself over and over how stupid I was... but excited by the idea of a life here in prison as a girl. I couldn't handle being seen as a bitch... I had liked it and it was too late now anyway, I had dressed like a girl and basically begged a grown man to cum in my ass... My self-judgment was interrupted by the guard's flashlight in the window checking on us... As the guard passed, I got up and went to the sink to better clean up, turned the water on and wet the wash clothes before pulling my panties down to clean up. As I wondered if Terry was still awake, I was startled by his hands around my waist. I felt his hard cock slide between my cheeks across my tenderness... he was clearly awake.... he bent me over the sink right there ready to collect his end of the bargain... "... I'd submit to him the rest of the night" With my panties around my knees, he pushed my feet apart and I remained bent over the sink submitting to him as agreed. He easily entered me this time and wasted no time... it was his reward. Without a word he took what was his... it was all I could do to just brace myself as he pounded away at his treasure... I truly didn't feel like a guy... I felt like a bitch... he was pounding my pussy for what seemed like an eternity before a deep thrust... he was quivering as I felt the now familiar pulse of him cumming followed by the wetness of my hole... his hands grasped my naked ass cheeks... pulling them apart so he could view himself buried spent deep inside me. I can only imagine what it may have looked like... he seemed happy to be there... I felt him pull out.... the spent juice again dripping down my thighs...I tried to wipe but it was just kept oozing out. I was full of cum and my pussy was not tightening back up as before... I stepped out of my panties and went over to the toilet to try and push his cum out of me. He followed me ... my mind screamed, " Damm you're not done" As I sat down, he walked right up to me...his softening dick glistened in the window light... he smelt of sex. Heavy musky scent combined with baby oil. I felt so submissive... so feminine. He pushed his midsection toward me until the tip of his dick touched my lips... I hadn't thought about this occurring. I just assumed fucking me was the thing... his hands caressed my long hair as I parted my lips slightly and he pushed himself past them into my mouth. the smell was repulsive... I wanted to pull away. He must have sensed it as he gripped my head tighter... almost like I knew what to do my hands went to his thighs and I began to relax... my nose against his belly my tongue caressed the bottom of his dick. It jumped into my mouth and began to harden. I started to apply sucking and his grip lessened on my head. I looked up into the darkness as if seeking his approval. I began to instinctive do what was being asked of me. my hand grasped his member, my tongue feverishly licked and caressed it as my lips held it firmly sliding up and down its shaft... eagerly sucking it back to life...my eyes searching begging for a sign that I was being a good girl seeking his approval. It didn't take long for him to be rock hard in my warm loving mouth, then throbbing, jumping and pulsating as he exploded. it tasted salty and thick and smelt heavy... tears ran down my cheeks as I choked gagged but swallowed his spent cum... I had never knelt before a man, much less had a dick in my mouth... What a pathetic man I had chose to be... even now I imagine the scene... 18 yr old kid, 119 lbs, 5 5 slim feminine long hair, white shirt smooth soft legs escaping beneath it. seated on a toilet, cum dripping from his ass, mid thirties hairy black man, standing before him, hard dick shoved in the tear streaked face... cum dribbling across the red lips... it was not a vision that I would see for long as he was not done... lifting me up from my submissive position I turned away... tired but willing i spread my legs wide and bent over the toilet so he could take me again... he did. That is how my first time in prison went. That one night changed my life forever. It did not take long for those events to be known... I could not hide the fact that my legs were shaved and with group showers it was quickly noticed. Within a matter of days, even outside of the hospital, in the general population of Riverside correctional facility everyone was talking about the "fine ass sissy" in the psych ward... me. If you like this and want more friend me or follow me... ask me anything. Please try to understand, that most my pictures are from a time gone by now... I am old now and the those days are gone for me.... however I do enjoy relieving the memories here with you all... Thank you.

With spring and summer on the way, I'm wondering if any others enjoy having their clothes soaked with piss and wearing em for the entire day? I know if it's going to be warm, I loved getting a golden shower and then going about my day still wearing the soaked clothes and boots. Usually I'm doing yardwork, or even camping or other outdoor stuff. My cock stays drippy the entire time, thanks to the feel and smell of piss on my clothes and beard.

The door was unlocked when I pushed it open, just as he had said it would be. I stepped inside, locked the door behind myself, and took a quick glance around: the apartment was small and cheap but clean, and the lighting was dim. "In here," a voice called from a doorway and I followed it to the man's bedroom. There was barely enough light leaking in from the curtained window to see the guy I'd come to fuck. Even in the dim light I could see he was chubby, his ass on display as he lay ass up and face down on the edge of his bed naked except for a blindfold around his eyes. We'd met on Grindr and he had quickly invited me over to fuck him anon. As I let my jeans and boxers drop he looked back even though he couldn't see, his wide pale ass shaking enticingly as his thick cock drooped underneath him. I could smell the body wash on him, his hair still wet from a fresh shower as I knelt down behind him. Giving his fat ass a spank that makes it jiggle he let out a gasp then a low groan as I spread his cheeks to expose his pink hole. Wasting no time, I dove in, tongue lashing at the pucker as I slobbered and sucked his hole making him moan like a bitch. Already he started to rock against my face as I ate him out, my tongue prodding his asshole to taste him and get him ready for my cock that was already growing hard and dripping. He clutched at the bedsheets as he shook from the pleasure, the sounds of my ravenous rimming and his moans filling the air. Reaching between his thick thighs I found his cock hard and throbbing as it leaked precum, giving it a few strokes that made him whimper and moan out. Pulling back I worked a single thick finger into his loosened, slick hole and rubbed against his prostate making his cock lurch in my hand. The chubby faggots hole clenched around my fingers as I added a second, working him open and stroking his prostate to really get him dripping in my grasp. Grinning as he moaned like a needy whore I asked, "Ready to get fucked faggot?" My dick throbbed as he groaned out against the bed before turning his head to gasp out, "Yes, fuck me," he pleaded. I wasn't going to wait. Giving his cock and prostate a few strokes for good measure, I stood up and pressed the broad tip of my uncut cock against his spit-slicked pucker, which I prodded, teasing him, just to hear him moan. I was just about to thrust into him when he seemed to remember something and reached back to place his hand on my hip, "Wait!" he pointed at his nightstand where a few condom packages and a bottle of lube sat, "Gotta use a condom," he warned. I was ready to just force my dick into him right then even if I had to hold him down and rape him but I just grunted in disappointment as I reached out and took a condom and the bottle. Ripping open the wrapper I regretfully rolled the rubber across my cock. Popping the cap on the lube I slathered up my covered dick then poured a generous amount right onto his hole. Without bothering to work it into his asshole I lined up with it and pushed hard to make up for lost time with that unfortunate distraction. The chub let out a pained yelp and collapsed on his wide belly as several rough thrusts let me rest balls-deep in his tight ass. Laying myself on top of him I pinned him against the bed as I rotated my hips, savoring how his hole clenched at my cock as I stirred his insides, growling in his ear, "Hope you have thick walls, fag. Neighbors gonna hear you." His only response was to squirm underneath me. Drawing my hips back until only the fat crown of my cock remained in him I dropped back down, hilting myself in one rough thrust that knocked the air out of him mid-moan. With my weight holding him down all he could do was spread his legs even wider as I started to bounce off his ass, my fat cock plowing his hole with wet slapping sounds when my fat nuts clapped off his hairless pair. With my fingers grabbing him by the back of he neck I pounded him hard and fast, the chubby slut moaning out while starting to clench his hole around my cock with each pull out before thrusting back in. The bed had started to bang against the wall, letting his neighbors know without a doubt that someone was getting thoroughly fucked. Yet as I relished his whimpers and needy groans the feeling of the condom wrapped around me kept me from fully enjoying it. Propping myself up on my elbow I looked down to where my condom covered cock was pummeling his hole and the sight of the dark image of a biohazard tattoo on my hip making up my mind as I readied myself to rip the rubber off and really enjoy myself.

How can those women stand him? There is an easy answer to that: $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$. Talk about being in the prostitute/porn star business.

I would nevee put a fucking condom on my cock...but if i had to to be able to fuck a particular guy...i would put certainly go on and really breed the cunt.

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Been a few weeks ago went to a local bookstore. Sucked a hot young chubby guy off he fed me a nice big load. Then walked around. Not many rooms in the store. One room had a guy with a thick dick totally naked. I went in started sucking him he got me undressed. Another guy watched for a bit then next thing I knew he was rubbing my hole and I was spreading for him. A few drops of spit and he started pushing into me. The one I was sucking told me the other was going in raw like it was a problem. I just said good and went back to sucking. They ended up facing me away from the door and I took the first one and the guy I was sucking just held my head on his cock and took 3 more completely anon. I shot 3 or 4 times from being bred. I was in pussy boi heaven.

THIS IS JUST FANTASY. this didn't really happen to me I started out my day doing as I usually did. checking my email, like master told me to do every day some back story on my master hes a big dom white man that loves to use sissy bois like me for his pleasure what ever it may be, his cock is an beer can thick 8 inch un cut cock, that loves to fit into holes too small to fit I met master online a few months ago and he has been my master every since he first stuck his big bear cock inside me and came deep inside my ass. from then on he's pushed my limits of taking his cock and being used for his pleasure. A few rules he gave me were I was not allowed to use toys anymore so I would stay tight for him when ever he fucked me. I was not allowed to see other men also unless he gave me permission to do so. As for fucking he told me that I have to thank him every time he came in me whether in my mouth or in my ass and if he came in my ass I was too clean his cock as soon as it flopped out my ass. I was too never touch my self while I was pleasuring him unless I was told to. starting to get the point..... he loved to use me for his pleasure regardless of how I felt Opening the day's e-mail, I found a message from my Master which read "I have a surprise for you, boy. This Friday, five days from now, I'm sending you to a friend's house. You will show up on time, you will wear the items provided, and do whatever my friend demands of you. Oh, and you are also not allowed to touch your self this entire week. Understood, boy?" I respond "Yes, Master. Will he be using a condom? And how big is he?" A day went by and Master replied "Does it matter, boy? You do as I say. However, this changes a few things. Be ready Friday." I respond "I'm sorry, sir. Yes, I know I am your's to use. I just wanted to make sure I had enough lube to accommodate his size." His only reply was to say "Be ready Friday and at the address provided at the designated time." My heart started to beat out of my chest on what possibly he had in store..... Well friday came and I got ready. The address wasn't too far away, so I drove there all the while my heart was beating out of control on what I could be possibly walking into. Arriving at the house, which was in the middle of no where with no neighbors within miles. The house was a very nice wood cabin, quite home-like, with just a few lights on. I honestly even wondered briefly if anyone was even home, but, seeing a couple nice cars parked around back, I figured the guy must be loaded and was also at home. Approaching the front door, I saw a note which read 'Come in. The door is unlocked'. doing as instructed, I pushed the door, which was indeed unlocked. The door swung on its hinges, which were apparently in need of oil as the door loudly creaked as it opened ever so slowly. The approach was quite ominous, but looking around the foyer I saw some handsome furnishings, including a pier table on which a blindfold and a jock strap were placed. Another note was also prominently positioned on the table, obviously for my benefit. I wasn't all that surprised the note read simply 'Take off all your clothing and dress yourself in the jock strap and blindfold'. I slide my clothes off, and put them on a pile next to the door. I then slid on the jock strap over my boyish figure. the jock feels perfect around my small toned body. I then slide on the final item.... the blindfold. I tie it snugly around my head and cover my eyes till I cant see anything I stand there for a few good minutes, shivering cause its cold in the house and I feel very exposed, or its most likely cause I am nervous at what's to come. finally I hear foot steps and they are coming close. I feel a hand grab my shoulder and flip me around till my back is to the unknown person. I feel his hot breath on my ear as he pulls my hands behind me and start to feel cold metal around one of my wrists, then the other. I thought to my self..... hand cuffs.... I then feel the burly hands grab my ass hard and then comes an unfamiliar voice whispering in my ear. "are you ready boi" before I can answer the man shoves a rubber ball in my mouth and then wraps the bound ball around my mouth with a leather strap. I try to say something and struggle but my assailant is too strong and just holds me by the cuffs I hear him say under his breath "doesn't matter if you are, boi" with that the big man (from what I can tell at the time felt like a over 6 foot tall man and at least 250 lbs) swung me over his shoulder like a rag doll and began to walk some where.... my heart is beating uncontrollably, I try to struggle over the mans shoulders and yell but the burley man is too strong and just laughs as I struggle. I wonder to my self if this is what master really had in mind or is this a crazy man that master accidentally trusted too much as I am contemplating what is going to happen to me, I hear a door open and Iam suddenly flung onto a bed, well not a very comfortable bed but it felt springy and relatively soft. I think to my self this is my chance to get out of here, but before my brain could rationalize the fact that I was blindfolded and cuffed and escape was pretty much impossible I felt the now I know very big man jump on top of my back. his large thighs tight around my waist. the air is knocked right out of me. As I was started to come back to reality I started to feel the man rustle around on top like he was grabbing things. I then felt him grab my feet and slip a soft rope around it then the other leg. before I could I knew it was tied to this uncomfortable bed unable to move or fight back. I had to face my fate...... he was going to rape me..... I came to when the man spoke "gotta make sure you dont struggle too much while I rape you, I mean I dont mind you struggling, turns me on, but dont want those legs flying up and hitting something it shouldn't. This makes sure that you stay put" I tried to yell thru the gag but it was no use, just sounded like moans and groans of a pitiful little fuck toy trying to rationalize the situation he knew he was going to face he then spun around on my back so I could feel his belly on my back and also a very large bulge on my plump ass. he began to laugh as he started to slap my ass with his large cock. not having seen it I had to guess he was at least 9 inches and very thick by the fact that I could feel the welts his cock was leaving on my ass my eyes started to water at the fact that that beast of a cock was going to be in my ass very soon. my concentration broke again as the unknown man spoke again "your master said something about condoms and lube, well I hope this answers your question" with that I heard a tearing sound. like a condom wrapper. relief filled my brain as I thought at least master is nice enough to make sure I stay safe and also get some lube. the man then leaned forward so his gut lay on my back and pulled my head back by my hair. I moaned in pain as he put his big hand around my mouth and pulled the ball out of the gag, now figuring out this is also a ring gag.... a very large ring gag. As he's pulling out the ball i try to yell, scream, curse but they are all cut short by a very large condom being shoving into my mouth and then quickly replaced by the ball again before I can say another word. I chocked and gagged at the feeling of this horrible tasting condom in my mouth and had to either swallow it or let it stay in my mouth the whole time. I decided on keeping it in my mouth in fear of chocking on the condom and the uncaring man think its a joke and not save me I then hear him laugh and state mockingly: "there I used a condom, now not another word out of you. your hear to be used not to talk. plus this will teach you to ask unneeded questions to your master. you just need to respond with yes next time he tells you what to do" my mind reels with panic as I wonder is this guy crazy..... is he going to breed me with his questionable seed. does master really allowing this.... as I am panicking I feel the man sit back up straight and put all his weight on my legs. I prepare my self to my inevitable raping but am surprised instead. I start to feel a cold squishy liquid being poured not on my ass but on my pulled back cock. I start to wonder what the hell is this guy doing. I then feel a wonderful sensation around my cock. it felt like some very nice hot flesh light feel. I moan as I feel motors working to massage my cock in wonderful ways. Even thought it felt rather loose (I began to think this must be his fleshlight) it was a wonderful feeling. I soon felt my self getting lost in the feeling but then my brain clicked and thought why is he doing this. just as soon as I was about to cum I realized his plan...... I began to moan and struggle the domineering man behind me gave out a sinister laugh stating coolly " I see you found out part of my plan then, but it seems too late now" with that I felt by body contort and my balls pull up close to my body as I let out jet after jet of cum, not onto the bed but a plastic cup that was very roughly put under my cock head as I was cumming. I felt relief even if it was for the briefest moment. I was wakened from my euphoric state with the man behind me laughing once again and saying: "damn kid, that wasn't much, figured you would have give up more since you haven't cum in a week, oh well, it will have to do. you see kid I don't like lube, its too sticky and it makes it way to easy to slip in and out of a hole, so I am just gonna use your cum as lube." in a matter of fact tone he just stated: "sorry kid this is going to hurt a lot then. Cause once I'm in your tight hole I cant help my self from just plunging balls deep and going to town on your ass, so lets get started" I started to yell and scream thru the gag but it was no use. I began to rethink jacking off several times that week and not heeding masters words on not to come that week. before I knew it though I felt the hot sticky cum poured onto my hole followed by the loud sticky slaps of his massive cock slapping my tight puckered hole "damn kid I don't know how this thing is gonna fit but I sure as hell gonna try my best" is all I heard before I felt the immense pressure of my tight little boi hole I quickly tightened my hole as much as possible to fight off the massive bare intruder I feel the cock head slip from my hole followed by a loud grunt from my rapist. feeling I had finally won a battle I gave a quiet smirk of a satisfaction that was quickly wiped off my face as the man behind me gave my ass a very hard spank followed by 3 harder spanks making me reel in pain and scream. I groan thru my gag trying to scream on in pain but the man just roughly pulls back on hair bringing my ear to his face "boi I am going to get in that ass of yours whether you like it or not. I am going shove my big bare meat into your slutty little hole and fuck it till I leave a big sticky load in your gaping hole. because that's all your good for, you are my tight fuck tube to which I can deposit my seed into. you do that again and resist my cock and I will triple the amount of spankings with an actual paddle and whip, plus I will take twice as long fucking you. you really want that slut" not really stating it as a question by his tone but more as a command with the options of a much worse prospect "ok then, since you cant talk ill take your answer by opening up that boi hole of yours so I can let my bare cock slip in" with that I unclenched my small toned ass and let my rapist pull back my checks to expose my winking pucker " damn kid you got a nice hole, too bad its gonna be loose and sloppy by the time I am done with it" and with that I felt the intense pressure again as he began his plunge into my tight hole. every inch felt like a hot fiery baseball bat was being shoved slowly into my ass. I again tried to yell in pain to get the man to understand the pain he was delivering. I felt it tunneling deep inside me thinking he must be getting close to being all the way in. but to my dismay I heard him comment "about half way in kid, keep it up" I groaned and felt the tears trickle down my face "looks like I lost most of the cum on your ass when I had to slap you, hope you have learned your lesson there boi then now, cause I aint stopping till I get balls deep" with that I felt a hand on back smear a sticky substance with what I could only assume was some of my cum. after smearing the cum on my back he placed both hands roughly on my shoulders baring all his weight on them. I felt the air escape my lungs as his gut fell onto the small of back with a loud wet thud. the sweat and hair on his stomach rubbed against my hairless back as he began to grind harder into my back "There we go, now I m in a better position to get deeper into your hole" the sudden intrusion of his dick getting deeper my suddenly throw my body into a wrenching pain as I began to black out from the pain. All the man could do was laugh coldly and say "don't you agree boi" Knowing I couldn't comment back he just kept his descent into the deepest part of my bowls spreading them farther apart then they have ever been spread before. feeling like he couldn't possibly get any deeper he kept going all the while groaning in pure pleasure of the tight cock sleeve wrapped around his bare cock. finally to my relief I felt his very large balls tap the bottom of my ass "there we go kid I made it balls deep...... now the real fun begins" with that I felt him slowly pull out of my ass and the pressure off my legs subsided as what I figured he was getting in a better position to start to really fuck me his hand never leaving my shoulders he just began to apply more pressure really pushing me into the hard mattress but relieving the pressure on my back "boi lift that ass for me so I can get it in prime fucking position. remember what I will do if you don't obey" not wanting to make it any worse I slowly lifted my ass closer to his groin letting the cock half inside me slide deeper into my ass "good boi, now keep it like that while I plow that sweet ass of yours" tears strolling down my face I heard him grunt then slam balls deep into me. I wanted to scream, yell, kick, curse, anything to stop the brutal raping. but no the man just laughed and grunted as he began to fucking my ass mercilessly In and out his cock slide with the sounds of some one plunging a toilet. The only thing I could hear was the wet smacks of his hairy man slapping hard against my back as his balls hit hard against my jock strapped balls. wanting to end it more quickly I started to squeeze down on his cock in hopes to get him off sooner "shit boi feels like your really starting to like it. feel you trying to squeeze around my cock, though if your thinking that squeezing around my cock will end it sooner, your sadly mistaken, ill finish when I am done. If I feel like Im getting close but don't want to cum ill just go balls deep and let it sit in your hole a while till I start fucking you again feeling as he had read my mind I soon figured that this must not be his first time doing this. I groaned thru my gag as he went back to brutally shoving his cock into my hole. giving up at this point to accept the fate that I was going to get raped until this unknown man was going to shoot his load into me when ever he felt like it. After a few minuets of fucking that in my mind felt like hours I thought he might be getting close when he groaned and shoved deep into my ass, grunting "Almost came there, ill let it rest there a while, dont worry ill get back to fucking you in a minute" I could feel the heat on my face as it burned hot that he was enjoying this while I suffered horriblely. He wasn't even unknowingly uncaring he was actually getting off to my misery before I knew it he was back to fucking me except this time he was pulling all the way out till just his cock head was barely in my hole then slamming it deep inside each time with a pleasurable moan from the man coming from each thrust "you like that don't you slut, feeling a real mans cock ramming balls into your cock sleeve" at this point I wanted to scream NO! but all it sounded like were moans and grunts again. And again he responded with a slight chuckle. although while my head said no my dick was starting to get hard again, I guess somewhere in my subconscious I was enjoying this. before I could dwell on what it really all meant I felt the man again slam hard balls deep into me. This was my chance I began to squeeze tight around the thick member lodged deep inside of me. thinking I could make him cum and my nightmare would be over "damn it. that feels amazing kid. fine you want it that bad here you go" with that the man roared into the ceiling and I felt a flood of cum blast its way into my insides. I figured he was too deep and thick to feel it start running down my balls. I guess the balls he was packing weren't just for show cause usually when a man came inside me I couldn't feel it, other than masters who was the first I actually felt cumming inside me, but even master couldn't compare to this guy. I felt his shaft pump thick load after load into my now overflowing hole. "phew" "that was a big one boi" I felt him begin to relax above me and his cock get softer. he slowly pulled out of me and with a wet slurp his cock plopped out of me and a river of cum flow out onto my covered balls "Holy shit kid. I really flooded your hole. You wont be able to close that thing for a while," he commented, adding a soft chuckle as he instructed "Okay, now for the clean-up." I then feel the bed creek and the body weight shift off of me and started moving to my head. before I know it my head was being yanked up and the ball being removed from the gag, I quickly spit out the condom and was soon replaced by a very wet semi hard cock being shoved into my mouth "be a good little slut and suck it clean boi" the man pushed me into his groin till my nose was flat against his waist and his pubic hair was in my nose. I slowly suckled on his cock tasting the cum and ass juices mixed with a little blood. gagging and chocking for air until all I could taste was a manly cock and slight taste of cum. but feeling his balls against my chin I knew now how he had cum so much, drool dribbled down my chin onto his low hanging balls as I gasped for air, brain begging for more air after a few minuets of cleaning "ok boi, I need to take a piss but I really don't want to leave your mouth so swallow all that daddy is giving you ok. swallow it all, I don't want any nasty piss on me. If you don't ill have to punish you" My blindfolded eyes widened at what this man was saying and by the sudden splash of putrid piss hitting my lips and tongue. pissing straight down my throat. I gagged and tried to spit it up but thought better at the thought of getting punished crossed my mind. So I whimpered as he continued pissed into my mouth while he chuckled at my misery. thinking I was doing a good job of drinking his large quantities of piss I was sadly mistaken with a sharp slap to the check " I said drink it all and DONT SPILL cunt!" with that he pulled his cock out and splashed the remaining amount on my face and blindfold "that look suites you boi" finally free of my gag I get my one chance to speak up "my master is going to kick your ass after he finds out what you did to me today" no sooner do the words come out of my mouth than I hear a door open and familiar voice say "Is he now" master..... my rapist gave a hearty chuckle and my heart sank To be continued...

If you find rule violations, report them. I can assure you that if you have seen a post that violates the rules, and the person didn't get an infraction, no one on staff has seen it yet. Do you really not understand that you are demonstrating to everyone that you are indeed a whiny bitch?

I love younger guys fucking me, I am nearly 50, but love older guys as well. I agree with many of the comments here. I would add, that many younger bottoms look hot and have amazing asses. But if you look at a lot of porn, as I do, one of the consistent things you see , are younger bottoms are totally obsessed with their own needs. So many of them don't communicate with the top, or don't seem as appreciative of what is happening. I think when you are our age, you aren't obsessed with what a normal 20 year old would be. I often think I would love to look like I did at 20 now, but to be that person, never. The confidence and willingness to just be in the moment and be the slut you want to be, is an attraction to many younger men, who are completely in a mental state, most of us would never want to be in again. We just want to get fucked hard. That is a powerful aphrodisiac to a young person, wondering if a pimple is showing.

Love how he went from "str8" to a poz cum dump! Lucky whore!

I am no escort nor prostitute but I am shocked to see your Trump is bringing back the US in the 18th century instead of going forward in a open minded world that is nice & good for people, nature & all living beings (both animals & humans) What's next to cum, forbidding homosexuality back?

Cumdump debut update: wow. To date, tonight may have been my best experience at a bathhouse, period. Just being able to walk around and offer my ass up on demand was such a fulfilling experience, it's the first time I left the baths with a big grin on my face. My final load tally was less than I hoped, coming in at 2, and both were from the same guy at different times. (I gave him the fuck of his life when he came back for seconds, his knees almost buckled when he unloaded in me.) Taking a load this time was extremely different from the first time I took one a while back. The first guy wanted a porn finish or something, so it wasn't all that great. This time the guy went balls deep, and my face was pure ecstasy while feeling him pulse inside me. The crowd was a bit weird, lots of guys sitting on their hands not doing anything. But I got enough action to leave gaping and quite sore, so I can't complain too much. My main disappointment was reaching my limit too quickly (my final fuck tally was around 10), clearly a goal for the future is working on my hole's endurement. I'm already looking for my next opportunity to pig out.

PART 5 He continued working on my hole and added a 2nd finger and looked me in the eyes as he told me, “Yeah, I am poz. And I wasn’t joking, I do shoot a really big load when I cum. And I never pull out. And Chris, I want to fuck you full of cum so badly, but if you aren’t sure or it scares you, it’s ok to leave still.” My pulse was racing and it felt like he must be able to hear my heart beat. I was scared. And nervous. And excited. “I am scared. I should be more scared though. But I can’t help it. I want you to fuck me so bad. I do. I want you to.” I whimperedas his fingers worked my hole. Upon hearing me give him permission, he jumped up and grabbed two things, lube and something else in a little brown bottle. I felt his fingers rubbing and working the lube on and in my hole. “I know you have that cum in you, but my cock is pretty thick and is a tight little hole. I want to make sure you can take lots of fucking tonight... we don’t want to wear your hole out too quickly.” I just nodded. I didn’t want it to end early. I didn’t know how much lots of fucking was. I had never gotten fucked twice in a day ever. And now i was about to take my second raw cock in an hour. “Chris, sit up just a little. I have something for you to try. I like them but bottoms love them, and I mean love them. They are called poppers. Totally safe and I promise you will really like it. And they will help you take my big cock inside you.” I kind of knew what they were but wasn’t sure about the whole thing. He took care of that by pushing one nostril closed and holding the bottle under my other nostril while saying, “Take a nice long slow breath. Now two more. Good boy.” A few seconds later and bam, my body was experiencing new ecstasy and I was feeling a hard cock head poking at my hole. “Are you ready to get fucked baby? I have such a nice big poz load to share with you. Do you want it? Do you want me to put my poz cock in your hole?” He was pushing a rubbing against my hole and with the poppers and everything I lost any last control. “Fuck me. PLEASE! Just please fucking fuck me with your poz cock. I do want it. I want it all just like you said.” As I heard myself, I couldn’t believe it. I had just blurted that out. But it was true. And it was ok because Ron understood. He knew what I wanted. And he wanted to give it to me. I knew that. He wanted to make sure I got his poz cum inside me. And at that moment ,any last thinking was gone as his cock punctured my ring and slowly worked into my eager and now starving hole. I tried to relax but it felt so good my hole kept clamping down on his cock. “ Chris, your hole is so amazing. So tight and so hungry. It is just pulling my cock in. Feels so good.” He moaned and continued, “fuck yeah, all the way in. God this is such a nice little hole. Does your hole love my cock?” He was now starting to work in and out, slowly picking up speed and doing longer strokes. I was already totally lost in the fuck. His thick long cock was working my boy pussy perfectly. “I fucking love it. Love your big cock. Don’t stop. Just please don’t stop.” I gasped. He was now really fucking me. I was grunting occasionally and as he started to really pound into me, I found myself again gasping as he fucked the breath out of me with every deep stroke. “Fuck baby, your little pussy feels so good. I can’t hold it much longer. Tell me how bad you want my poz load. Earn it. Tell me how bad you want me in you forever,” He grunted. “I need it. I fucking need it. Please please I want your cum. I want your cum in me so bad. I won’t let any out. Please Ron, please let me have your poz load.” He was going all out now, just pounding my hole. It was almost too much and if I hadn’t been so high on fuck endorphins the pain would have been too much. Instead I took it all and found myself blabbering over and over, “poz load. Poz load. Poz load.” “Oh fuck yeah boy, here it comes. You’re gonna get it. Fucking big poz load. Gonna poz you up. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Take that fucking load! Feel that poz cum filling you up,” he cried out collapsing onto me. His cock continued to throb and pulse as the last few drops of his precious poz sperm emptied in my Now well used and fucked hole. My cock was rock hard and leaking like crazy but I didn’t care. All my focus was on my hole and how full it felt and how deep Ron’s huge cock was in me. And I thought how deep his sperm must be. And how even immediately after him cumming and with his cock still hard and in me, I wanted more cum. And wait why was it going on head all of a sudden the word poz in front of cum. I had gotten fucked twice now bare and knew I could never give it up. But wanting the guys to be poz? Where was that coming from? I wasn’t sure and wasn’t sure I wanted to think too much, I just knew these guys had changed me. They had shown me something and now I needed it. Being fucked by a hot older poz guy and having him cum in me was the hottest thing I had ever done. And then I shocked myself when I looked at Ron and said quietly “thank you.” He looked down at me. “You love having my poz babies swimming in you dont you? God I knew when I saw you, you were going to be special. I bet you are still hungry. Aren’t you? You want another hot guy to fuck you full of cum don’t you?” I nodded intently. “ Even if he is poz?” Ron added. Again I nodded intently. “Good boy,” he said as he leaned in and kissed me.

11. Manetti Unleashed Both under influence, we had divine sense, To know what to say: mind is a razor blade In the photo, Mike’s and Ben’s arms drape over each other. Chris took the Polaroid off the refrigerator to examine as he ate leftover soup. Staring at the image for quite a while, and thinking about them over the past several days, Mike and Ben’s loved seemed so casual, almost sloppy. Unafraid of putting love on display—whether quiet love staring at him in a photo like this, or howling on a VHS tape, fists flying up each other’s asses in crazed ecstasy—they remained unfazed if there were someone else in the picture, as long as, at the end of the day, they both came back to this dingy apartment. Hard to wrap his mind around it. He was envious, but not jealous, of their pact. Weighing their casual love in his hand, he ran a thumb across Mike’s face. He knew what he had to do, he just didn’t know how to do it. He needed Ben. It’d been several days since he returned to the apartment with his new nipple rings and small Prince Albert. He’d been soaking the P.A. in a cup of salt water as Dr. Buchon had instructed. It was pretty much heeled. The doctor said the salty urine would make him heal faster so he peed at every opportunity. His cock was tender but didn’t throb anymore. He even wacked off last night watching porn. It gave him this really massive orgasm, tickling him under the hood, as it were. He didn’t know that that came with the territory. He thought about what it’d be like when he got it in his first manhole. He hoped Manetti would let it be his. He remembered vividly the needles that pierced his tits, but the actual memory of receiving the P.A. that was a lot duller. He recalled that pain was nothing compared to the earlier torture the doctor had put him through. If the butterfly and the needles through his cockhead was a ten, the P.A. was about a six. It remained, though, way back in his mind, the dildo machine foregrounded, with a vague but intense slicing pain in his dick sometime in the middle of the night. It was like a gut punch in the blackness, but it quickly faded. Gauze wrapped his peter, but the dildo machine, which persisted unabated, was all he felt for hours and hours until the black hood came off in the morning. The doctor released him to Drax at noon. Drax played with his new nipple adornments, causing Chris to flinch at each touch. The doctor reminded Drax that they needed to heel before he played rough with them. Drax acknowledged this, which was why he figured he’d been left alone in Mike and Ben’s apartment for the past couple of days. Ben was asleep when he got back Monday afternoon. He laid down next to his brother, fell quickly asleep, and didn’t wake up for an entire day. Tuesday Ben was still snoring away. Chris went to the refrigerator, looked inside and found the soup Mike had made days before. It smelled okay, so he heated it up and ate it at the kitchen table taking the Polaroid in hand. While studying the photo, he felt Drax’s presence across the airshaft observing him. He wished Ben and Mike had invested in curtains or something, but he figured that was part of the arrangement. He also wished Ben would wake up. At nightfall, he again climbed into bed with Ben and put on one of their many videotapes. All they owned was porn, some with them in it, some of other guys. He put on one that he thought they weren’t in but, sure enough, three scenes in, Ben and Mike were at it at some cheap motel with a guy Mike was calling Dad, although the guy didn’t look like him. Then the cameraman got involved sticking his dick into the shot, but by that time he’d already jacked off, surprised by his intense orgasm, and wasn’t really paying attention anymore and fell asleep. The next day he got up, put on jeans and his Ramones t-shirt and shuffled into the kitchen. He searched the cupboard looking for food, when he heard rustling coming from the bedroom. He peeked in and saw Ben sitting up. He ran over and threw his arms around him. Ben clutched him back tight, wrestled him to the ground, crushed him, rolling side to side in a tremendous bear hug. He drank in Chris face. “Buddy, you are the absolute best and last thing I expected to see,” Ben said warmly embracing him. “What can I say? I made a tremendous mis…” He didn’t’ want to finish the sentence and instead kissed his cheek, and squeeze him again. An awkward moment of silence passed between them, neither knowing what to say. Chris ended it. “You know what you can say? You can say you’ll help me get Mike out.” “Mike? From where?” Ben asked, clutching his crotch painfully. He got up a bit wobbly. “Where is he? Sorry, bud, but I gotta piss like a race horse. Keep going.” As Ben stumbled crouched over heading for the bathroom, Chris inspected his brother’s scarred back. It was a horrible crisscross of healed over slashes. He looked down, troubled and puzzled. Ben’s eruption in the toilet bowl rang deep and thunderous. “He’s at this Doctor Buchon’s clinic,” Chris called to him. “Buchon? Nasty fucker,” hollered Ben over his pissing. “I know he’s in trouble, Ben,” Chris said. When Ben came back in, Chris began filling him in on his misadventure since he’d come back from Fire Island. He related graphically the fight with the orderlies, Mike getting knocked out, and his own experience with the doctor. Ben sat down next to Chris, lit a cigarette and, with a knitted brow, looked him over. Chris told him about his P.A. and pulled up his t-shirt to show Ben his nipple rings, as if it was proof he wasn’t lying about any of the events. He felt sure Mike was in trouble, he said. “He hasn’t come back for four days now and Master Drax was really pissed off at him for taking me to The Pines. We have to get him out, Ben,” Chris pleaded. “I think they’re going to skin him alive.” Ben glanced across the airshaft, took a drag off his smoke, then looked back at Chris. “He’s been gone since Sunday? And what’s today, Wednesday?” Chris nodded. “I promise you, they won’t kill him. That’s not Drax or Buchon’s style. But I agree with you, we gotta get him out.” Ben put on underwear and pants, dressing and thinking while he talked. “I’ve been to Buchon’s clinic too many times to count and, let me tell you, you got off lucky with only light CBT.” Chris shivered that that was considered light. “I can’t imagine what Mike’s going through for four days. He’s gotta be deranged.” Ben took another hit, rubbed his eyebrow sleepily, and exhaled pensive. “Why’d he take you to Fire Island in the first place?” Chris thought for a moment, and then relayed the whole saga with the crooks, the dead family, and finding the money in the air duct. He skipped over the buried treasure part in case Master Drax had the apartment bugged, and avoided the whole Towel Party because he was afraid where that could lead. He wasn’t ready to talk about any of that with Ben, and Ben never directly brought it up. But even so, Chris saw his brother in a new light, a light he could never have understood before he came to New York. He’d no real experience with so much that he’d experienced since he met Mike, and what Mike and Jamal and Master Drax and so many others had shown and done to him, so much pleasurable and some not so much. He struggled to put this feelings about it into words. It was impossible, he couldn’t really, it was too fresh, unprocessed, but he tried anyway. “So am I weird? Maybe I’m just a freak, Ben,” Chris began shyly, “but when that doctor forced me to cum with his vibrator with all those needles in me, I’ve never had anyone hurt me so bad—‘cept maybe dad, but he never did it down there—but when the doctor make me to shoot, I’ve never shot that hard before.” Chris looked at the floor, embarrassed, then made his way up to his brother’s understanding face. “Is that why you do it, Ben? Like what you did to your back. Because somehow you want to have that feeling again?” Ben took a final drag off his Marlboro, exhaled, and then stubbed it out. He pulled on a rugby shirt and stood up. “Put your shoes on, kiddo. That’s how we’re getting in.” *** Lightly sedated but awake, he kept hearing a series of cracks. He focused his eyes. If it was lightning outside there were no accompanying flashes. They continued. No, they were too methodical, too evenly spaced, sharp and deliberate. He shook his head trying to get rid of cobwebs in his head. Then one last piercing snap! Unmistakably, it was an echoing report of a whip biting flesh down in the garden. There was some indistinguishable murmuring from below, then the murmuring became faint until it was quiet. Eyewitness news was playing softly on the television console. Frank Fields at the weather desk pointed to a fast moving summer storm traveling across central New Jersey. It would hit the city within the next hour, he related, and Long Island an hour after that. Maybe the cracks he’d heard were approaching thunder. His brain had been fried long ago, so putting two and two together was a struggle. Big orderly Barkley was sitting on the blue velvet settee looking as if any second he’d break its delicate legs. The orderly stared at the TV with his lower lip protruding. Manetti expected drool might fall off any second. Barkley looked over at him. “You’re awake,” he said. “You got a keen eye there, pal,” Manetti replied. He flexed his hands bound to the rails. “Hey, wadda ya say. These things are cutting off my circulation. How ‘bout you loosen the straps just a little.” Barkley ignored him. “Really. Feels like my hands are numb.” “Doctor says not to. He says I can play with you however I want, but not to fuck your pussy. Not yet. He says you like to get fuck in your ass. I can fuck your asshole, he said. If I want. Strap your legs up to those hooks.” Manetti looked up and saw the leg straps on the headboard he was talking about. “Oh, he said you could do that, huh?” The big orderly nodded. “Well, how you gonna do that with my legs strapped at the bottom of the bed? How you supposed to get to my hole if everything is pinned down? You gonna break the laws of physics, Einstein?” “He says I can undo your legs and tie them above your head, but under no circumstances am I to loosen your arms. Not even a little bit. You’re a cagy one, he says.” Manetti stared straight ahead out the open French Doors. It was humid and the air was still. At the top of the garden wall light was hitting at an obtuse angle, but fading slowly, he guessed, because of the approaching storm. “You might want to close those doors, Mongo,” Manetti said. “Maybe turn up the A.C. a little.” “I don’t like a be cold. And my names Barkley, not Mongo,” he snapped, annoyed. “I don’t give a fuck what your name is, pal. You’re nothing but shit to me.” Barkley turned up the sound on the remote as the weatherman handed off coverage to sports. “You best watch your mouth, freak. You know, you ain’t in no position to mouth off.” The freak comment struck Manetti deeper than it ought to have, although he didn’t allow it to show, but it did keep him quiet for a few minutes. The sedative was definitely wearing off, and what had kept him calm was now emerging as anger mixed with good dollop of depression. Maybe he could get Barkley to just off him, put a pillow over his face, put him out of his misery. “Hey, Mongo, so why don’t you fuck my ass. I haven’t had my ass diddled for a couple of days, and I could sure use a nice, tiny prick up my butt. Wadda ya say?” “I’m Barkley!” he insisted. “I want to see sports first, and then I gotta see Spin the Wheel. Then maybe I’ll fuck ya. If you’re lucky.” “Oh, I’d be lucky alright. I’d be the luckiest guy in the world, or am I the luckiest girl in the world now?” “Hush,” Barkley warned, making a fist, turning up the sound once more. The sports announcer shouted off highlights from last night’s Yankee’s and Mets’ games. The Mets coverage showed a melee breaking out in the bleachers over a foul ball. Fans were climbing over each other to get to it. “I don’t know, Mongo,” Manetti yelled over the television. “I still feel like a guy. I still sound like a guy. I got a guy’s urges,” said Manetti. “Somehow, I still feel like I want to fuck your mama.” Barkley shot up off the settee and stomped over to Manetti. A cloud of thought passed across his face. He looked at the door, then punched Manetti in the face. “You don’t talk about my mother.” Manetti picked his head off the bed. With his tongue he felt a thin red line where his lip split. He snapped his teeth and growled at Barkley, trying to get a piece of him, but as big as Barkley was, he agilely jumped back. “Anyway, you ain’t got nothin’ to fuck with no more, freak,” he scoffed and tittered. Manetti flexed his hands wanting to get at the orderly. He eyed the man standing still beside him. The orderly had lost focus on him and was watching the television instead. “I don’t know, Barkley,” he confided. “I still got a couple of fists I could stick up your mama’s flabby old twat!” he snarled. Barkley was back at his head again and this time smacked Manetti a few times in the face. Manetti’s head bounced to the side against his pillow leaving it blood stained. He laughed madly at the orderly, coughing out some red spittle. “Yeah,” he taunted, “I still got two good fists. One for her sloppy cunt and one for her shit-stained ass.” The orderly was seething. “You’re a pig, freak,” he shouted, taking off one of Manetti leg straps. “I’ll show you who’s gonna get a fist. Even if I can’t touch your pussy, I can still punch your asshole. Doctor said I could.” “Yeah, Mongo, punch my hole. Punch it, you fuckin’ dumb ass bitch.” Manetti kept working the guy up in a froth. “Yeah, fist me Mongo. That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Bet you do this every night you get home, don’t cha? Hey, mama! Time for your sponge bath and fist fuck!” Barkley undid his other leg and pushed Manetti’s legs up in the air, leaning over Manetti, getting a strap ready at the headboard. “Mama likes baby’s big mitts in her smelly butthole, don’t she boy?” Barkley bent over Manetti’s torso, anger overcoming and frustrating him because Manetti’s feet were dodging and uncooperative. He couldn’t get his feet in the overhead straps. Then in one move Manetti got both feet against the orderly’s shoulder and shoved him with all the power of his muscular thighs. Barkley went flying back, airborne for a moment, then hitting the ground stumbling back, arms flailing on both side like a crazy windmill. The orderly passed through the French doors, just about regaining his balance, but took one last step back, hit the low balcony ledge, and flipped over backwards. There was a split second of a high-pitched scream, then a tremendous splat, like three hundred pounds of wet Jell-O slapped the concrete. Manetti felt the sound and winced. Two dim flashes of light lit the garden followed by a low, rolling thunder. Manetti sat there breathing heavily, stunned, flexing his anchored hands uselessly. His eyes flicked around the room. “Great move, genius,” he mumbled to himself. “Now what?” From the TV, a very excited contestant squealed, “Pat, I’d like to buy a vowel.” *** Chris pressed the intercom button below the video lens and waited. “Yes,” came Dr. Bichon’s voice through the speaker. “Um, Dr. Bichon. I wonder if I could come up,” Chris said to the camera. “For what purpose, son?” replied the doctor. Chris looked around him. A lady with her Pekinese passed on the sidewalk in back of him. “Uh, I’d rather not say out here, if you know what I mean.” The door buzzed and Chris slipped in. The plan was to drop a small tree branch so that Ben could come in a few seconds later. Then he and Chris would force the doctor to tell them where Mike was. Pretty solid plan. Chris set the branch down and made sure the door remained ajar, then went inside looking back over his shoulder at Ben waiting across the street. He took the stairs to the second floor and called out for Doctor Bichon. Down the hallway, the orderly with the close-cropped haired, the one that had yanked him out of the Camero, marched toward him. “He’s on three, waiting for you,” he leered, passing Chris as he went down the staircase two steps at a time. At the entrance the orderly came across the tree branch wedged in the door and kicked it out as he left. Ben was forced to wait as the orderly took the stoop’s steps two at a time, and then ambled toward Madison. By the time Ben got to the entrance, the heavy glass and iron door had just click, and their plan derailed. Ben paced frantically scanning the front of the building. Above the roof, clouds were forming, blocking out the sun. It was getting prematurely dark and he didn’t know what to do. To Chris, the hallway seemed darker than the first time he was here. He heard the familiar tic-toc of the grandfather clock and crept down the hallway to its end. The old-fashion examination room was open. Dr. Bichon wrapped the lab coat around his otherwise naked body. Chris went inside and Bichon closed and locked the door. “What a pleasant surprise to see you so soon,” he said. He patted the metal tabletop. “Master Drax said we would have weekly session to acclimatize you to high levels of tolerance. He seems to think, and I would agree, you have strong masochistic tendencies. It appears you’re taking the initiative, which is always a good sign, but, to be honest with you, if you’re anything like your brother, I’m not truly surprised.” Chris climbed cautiously up on the table. “How are you little nipple rings? Sore or tolerable.” “They’re okay, doctor.” Chris wondered where Ben was. He should have been here by now. The plan didn’t include Bichon locking him inside, and certainly didn’t include getting back in that hood and getting slammed with meth again. The doctor raised Chris t-shirt and gently pulled Chris’ rings. He spoke to Chris low and seductively, “Does this feel erotic to you? Does it cause a stir?” Chris nodded. “Your pupils. When was your last medication?” “I guess Master Drax has been letting me alone so my P.A. heels.” “Well that’s no good at all,” said the doctor, going to his cabinet to prepare an injection. “Truth is, Doctor Bichon,” Chris blurted out spontaneously, “the medication makes me forget so much and I really think you’re probably the hottest man I ever met. You did things no one ever has. All night when the machine was fucking me?” Bichon eyed him warily. “Honest, doctor, that’s all I thought about that night, when that machine was inside me, was what it would be like if it was you. It’s what I’ve been thinking about every night since. It’s what I got off thinking about last night, the first time I came with my P.A. No matter what you want to do to me now, no matter what I had to do to earn it, I swear I’d do it, just to have you fuck me once.” Jesus Christ, where was Ben? He didn’t know how much longer he could fake this. He masked his feeling and pleaded with his eyes as much as he could. Bichon considered the offer. “Anything I want, just to fuck you once?” A sly smile curled his thin lips. “You know I don’t use safe words?” Chris nodded. “And my strongest addiction is to the whip.” He waited for Chris’ reaction. None was forthcoming. “Ask your brother. I was the one to first lead him down that path. Perhaps, a gene runs in the family.” Bichon ran a hand inside Chris’ jean. Chris smiled as the doctor groped his cock, playing with his P.A. “You agree to the lash, accompany me to the garden where I can introduce you to the whip?” Chris nodded, keeping his poker face. “Yes, Doctor Bichon. If that’s what I need to do? But then you’ll fuck me?” “I warn you, I won’t be starting off gentle. Spare the rod, spoil the meat, is what I say. Leave your clothes up here and wear this collar and leather jock. I don’t want the whip to damage your genitals. That’ll be my desert.” Chris put on the leather gear. “Good boy. Magnificent.” Bichon removed his lab coat, already in his leather harness and knee-high boots. He curved cock was fully erect. “Proceed,” he said unlocking the door. They went down the stairs to the garden level, and stopped before an oak armoire. Bichon unlocked it. Inside were a series of whips, canes, floggers, and riding crops. He studied Chris for a while. Chris tried to look calm, although his heart raced fearing Ben wasn’t coming. Bichon picked up some nylon rope, then ran his hands over several whips. He landed on one, whose braided handle ended in an amber bead, a small preserved scorpion suspended inside. He traced the handle between Chris’ legs, which made Chris jump. “I want you to be intimate with this instrument for it will be intimate with you. It’s an Australian bullwhip given to me by a Saudi Prince fifteen years ago. It was made at the beginning of the century, nicely broken in by its many owners, all for the same purpose. It is the first whip I used on your brother. I would say it still is his favorite.” Bichon ran the long whip over his palm. “You see the handle connects to the lash, this braided part here? Fifteen feet in length. The lash connects to the fall, a single piece of leather another fifteen feet long. It ends in these strings called a cracker, which produces the pop.” Bichon’s eyes widen, and he exploded his fingers apart like fireworks. “The cracker you should not fear, it only makes a loud noise. The fall, this middle piece between the lash and cracker, it is what strikes and makes the deep cut. It does its damage long before you will hear the snap.” The doctor paused examining his victim. Satisfied with the fear building in Chris’ eyes, he ordered, “Allons!” and pushed him through the garden doors. The small bricked off area had a fountain on the right. Three trellises lined the back wall, each with ivy climbing them. Bichon marched Chris to the left trellis and ran one of the ropes through an eye loop on one side of the trellis anchored in brick. He pulled Chris arm up and put it through the slipknot. “You see, you are not even locked in place.” He took Chris’ other hand and slipped it on the other side of the trellis. Chris faced the ivy biting his lip for fear this was actually going to happen. “You are free at any time to disengage, but then that will be the end of the session, and you will go home and not return. Comprends-tu? Donc, no fuck. Shall we begin?” Chris was frozen, not able to respond. “Uh…” he said hesitantly. “Forgive me. That was not really a question. It was rhetorical.” Bichon pulled both of Chris’ arms down sharply and the slipknots tighten, trapping him to the wall. Bichon pulled each rope a bit and re-knotted so Chris was on tiptoe, dangling. Now there was no escape. “No, no, my son, no chance to disengage now.” Bichon smiled watching Chris trying to balance on his toes with his arm stretched like wings. Whether he wanted it or not, Chris was part of Bichon’s scene. A moment later he heard a whirring in the air behind him, and suddenly he felt something like a red hot poker shred his back, followed on top of it by the whip’s crack. It echoed against the bricks and flew into the gathering clouds. The pain was like a knife of fire slicing his back, cutting deep down to his spine. From the sidewalk, Ben recognized that crack. He knew what it meant. Bichon had pulled out the Australian bullwhip and he feared who was on the receiving end. In the garden the whirring began again. Chris counted three rotations in the air, and then felt his skin flay as a lightening crack reverberated in the garden. A knife ripping flesh from his back in an opposite diagonal. “What? No tears, Christian?” mocked Bichon. “Not even a small cry for doctor to stop?” Chris stared straight ahead, focused on the leaves of ivy, extinguishing everything else in his mind and everything else in his field of vision. He gazed at the darkness between the leaves, the negative space where nothing existed, when the whirr took up again, and once again a blow streaked across his back and exploded skyward. All pain was internalized, screaming inside his core, silent outwardly. Ben leapt up on the wall, began clawing the building, frantically trying to scale the sculpted cement. He made it halfway to the second story windows finding some ridges to scale, but before he made it up, another snap resounded from the building. It distracted him, his hand slipped, and his weight yanked him off the façade. He fell hard to the ground. “Here is a lash for your buttocks to join those of your brother’s.” The whip whooshed in the air. “I was told your brother’s caused those welts but never broke the skin. Not this time, my son. Breaking skin is the point.” The whip slashed the air and cut across his ass cheeks, leaving a horizontal line that seeped a trail of red beads. Chris bit his lip hard. Teeth marks drew blood from his lower lip. “C’est très beau. Look at that. Two more on the ass to make a star.” Two quick slices through the air, two resounding cracks of the whip, and Chris’ butt became a crisscross of slashes. Chris collapsed against his bindings. He didn’t weep or sob, but his face was contorted in pain. His head fell into the trellis leaves. In the hot, humid air, the ivy felt cool against his forehead. He didn’t crying but salt water stained the leaves. His will was indomitable. Pain couldn’t conquer him. Not yet. “I am impressed. Even your brother couldn’t take seven lashes. He begged after only five. The Prince himself could take only six. No other initiate has done as well. Christian, you arouse me. I am very hard. Here feel.” Chris slumped into the ivy and Bichon picked up his hand for him to feel his erection. “Let us break the record with one last strike, and then consummate your victory.” Chris forced himself to stand again, to suffer but not surrender. Bichon stepped back. He heard the whip spin through the air for an eternity. It cracked over Bichon’s head before the doctor brought it down, ripping over Chris’ shoulder, slicing skin along a trail that cut down his breast bone. And again, the whip came down a second time, ripped down to his ribs, whirled in the air, until it fell on him for a third and final time. He looked down and saw the damage of his torn chest. He started to convulse. Suddenly, Bichon was there, holding him in his arms, unstrapped his hands. “Ten times, my son. You shall go down in my journal.” Bichon cradled him like the Pietà, sitting on the iron bench, kissing both his cheeks, feeling him thrash and shudder in his arms. He waited for Chris to come back from where he had sent him, and then carried him back into the clinic. The doctor stood him up at the stairs to see if he could walk. Chris stumble with his arm draped over the doctor’s bare shoulder. “You are in shock, my love,” the doctor said as they climbed the stairs. “Don’t try to speak.” Chris collapsed on the third floor staircase and the doctor carried him the rest of the way. Within the antiquated examination room, Bichon propped Chris on the table ledge. Chris was coming out his fugue state when Bichon tried to make him lay back. The cold metal table against his torn skin made him jump up in pain. He was coming around. He sat on the edge, tasting blood on his lip, seeing lines of flayed skin across his chest. “You remain in shock,” repeated the doctor brushing his hair. Chris reached out and drew the doctor’s face to his, kissing him tenderly, climbed off the table, climbed onto the doctor, delirious, as if Bichon were a tree, a mountain, a tower to climb. The doctor had seen this before. A cascade of gratitude caused by a flood of endorphins, uncontrollable, unstoppable, insatiable. It made for the best kind of fuck. The doctor was hard and ready. “I want to milk you, Sir,” Chris rasped, a manic look in his eyes. “Please let me milk you. I want your seed. I need it in me.” The doctor smiled his joyless smile and climbed on the table as Chris worshipped him, licked his balls, ran his tongue from the bottom of his boots, up his thigh, and sucked on his dick down to his root, down to where the doctor’s trimmed pubes rubbed into his bleeding lips. He threw himself into a frenzy of lust, abandoned reason, enacted pure submission. He hovered over the doctor, running his tongue over the black hair of his armpit, so wet from his recent flagellation, so covered in musk, they both were seduced. Chris found lube on the counter, lathered his mangled ass and the doctor’s cock. He climbed on the table startling Bichon with deranged intensity, found the center of his hole, aligned the erection and impaled himself punishingly. The swiftness of Chris decent was unexpected and Bichon curled his toes in pleasure. Frantic and insane Chris was, hammering onto the doctor in a fervor of madness, again leaning over him, licking his pits, pushing the doctor’s arms to the table’s edge, flattening himself on him like a supplicant, running his tongue along the veins of his arms, gnawing, rutting against the man like a rabid animal, pleasuring the man with his oscillating bruise ass, pleasuring himself at the same time. The doctor closed his eyes in self-satisfaction, completely stretched out on the table, Chris fingering overhead until he found the straps he was seeking at the tables edge, and wrapped them tightly around Bichon’s wrists and knotted them above his head. He jumped down and, before Bichon fully grasped what was happening, he grabbed Bichon’s right legs and pulled it over a stirrup with all his weight. He held onto the man’s legs in a wrestler’s grip, searching for a leg strap, found it and knotted it so the right leg was secure over the stirrup. Bichon, with one leg free, kicked wildly at the kid, who dodged and weaved avoiding being struck. Chris picked up the metal tray of instruments, and tossed the tools to the ground. He raised the heavy tray above his head, and hurdled its sharp edge straight into the doctor’s kneecap. The man shrieked in agony, and Chris took quick advantage to secure the injured leg over the stirrup. In one movement the second leg was captured. Ben came flying into the room drawn to the scream. Chris heaved with labored breath, taking in his accomplishment, then taking in his brother. “Where the fuck have you been?” Chris demanded, panting, bent over with his hands on his knees. “Fuck! Dude,” Ben cried. “Your back!” At that moment there was a splat, like three hundred pounds of wet Jell-O hitting the back patio. “Forget my back. Find Mike,” Chris urged his confused brother. “He can’t get up?” Ben asked with suspicion. Chris shook his head while testing each of the straps. “This guy,” Ben stuttered, “this nurse, he came out after you went in and kick away the branch. I finally got in through the second floor and broke through the window.” Ben displayed his scraped fingers and cut palms. “Find Mike, Ben,” Chris repeated. “Go!” Ben gave him a glance like he was seeing him for the first time, then shot out of the room running to where the splat had come from. Chris stood near, but not too near, Doctor Bichon. “My old man,” Chris began, judging his abuser. “He’s dead. Cancer. Ate his brain from the inside. Didn’t know mom or me at the end. You know what, doctor? I couldn’t have cared less.” Chris circled him, examining him from different angles. “He was about as mean as a fuck as you. But honestly, compared to him, you’re a sadistic featherweight, Doctor Bichon.” Chris ripped off his collar and jock strap and threw it at him. “Costume,” he pronounced. He stood naked in front of Bichon displaying his bloody body. He climbed onto the metal exam table, stood tall between the man’s legs. “You should let me go now. Master Drax inevitably will find out about. If you don’t release me I cannot help you. You, your brother, and your friend Manetti will pay. Truly, you will be skinned alive. I promise this will happen,” Bichon threatened. Chris looked thoughtful for a moment, then began urinating over Bichon. As his stream of piss grew in strength, he aimed for the doctor’s face. Bichon laughed and swallow some of the piss at first, then as the stream was steady and strong, and wasn’t letting up, the force of it started making him choke. “My old man,” continued Chris, pissing hard, now urinating over the man’s whole body, “he used to give me the belt almost every Saturday night, whether I’d done anything to deserve it or not.” He finished pissing and climbed off the table. He put on his pants and shoes. His torso stung, so he gingerly pulled on his Ramones t-shirt. Blood stains seeped through the white cloth. “My favorite shirt,” he observed emotionless. “He wouldn’t, my old man, just give me the belt. No. He like to whip me with the buckle. Your whip hurt like fuck. It sure did.” He slapped his chest, and the pain of his torn chest warped his face but brought no tears. “Do you must know what metal feels like on a skinny body, on a bony body like mine? It rings, doctor. It rings through your bones like a bell. You hear it in your brain. I still hear it. Your whip? Feathers.” Ben stormed into the room. “You should’ve seen it,” he told Chris. “Mike threw this big orderly over the balcony—big bloody mess—and he’s just hanging out watching Wheel of Fortune.” He was trying to make light of what he’d, not just the repulsive scene of the splattered orderly, but the shock of seeing Manetti with his gown above his neck. But he sensed immediately, looking at Bichon and Chris, knew that he’d interrupted something foreboding. Chris’ mood was as dark as he’d ever seen. Manetti’s walked into the room. His mood was darker. The promised storm broke over New York, and with it, thunder, lightning, and the wrath of Manetti. Bichon, splayed helpless on the metal table, tried to remain composed. “As I promised, Christian, only a moment ago, it would be better for you, all of you, to release me. Drax would not stop until he has your skins. And I do mean literally. Michael, you’ve witnessed this.” Manetti spoke so quietly, with rain pouring in the garden and thunder rumbling through the city canyons, he was barely audible. “I told you,” he said to Bichon, “that I would raze you.” He looked around the room, and spied a bottle of rubbing alcohol. “You have matches?” he said to Ben. Ben produced them. “When you skinned Johnson alive? Yeah, I remember. But I have in mind something different, faster, and I gather more painful. You won’t have the chance to skin me alive because I will roast the skin right off of you,” he said, pouring rubbing alcohol over hair, over his chest, his groin, feet and down the table. He then spilt the liquid behind him as he walked out the door. He showered the hallway walls, tossed some on the curtains. Ben backed Chris out of the room. Manetti looked at the doctor. “You took one invaluable thing from me. But now I’m taking everything from you.” Manetti flicked a match and dropped it on the alcohol-soaked carpet. Bichon howled mad laugher from his inner sanctum. The flames crawled the hallway walls, igniting chiffon curtains and oriental rugs. The flame followed the combustible trail back to the exam table. It crawled up and ignited the man entirely. His howls of laughter turned to screams of torment. Black smoke billowed and gathered at the ceiling. Just as Manetti, Ben and Chris made their way through the soot-filled corridor, at the staircase, a torched wraith, his bindings burnt away, ran toward them screaming the wail of the dying. The fiery specter collapsed in a heap of blackened flesh at the top of the stairs, inches from where they stood. They descended to the entrance, as the building around them engulfed into an inferno. They stood in the torrential rain, mesmerized, their faces aglow from the clinic’s blaze. Far across the street, in the shadows, they still felt the heat. Firetrucks' red and blue lights illuminated their faces. The townhouse was gone. It acted like a chimney sucking in air from the base, rising up through the stony structure, erupting flames like a volcano, shooting fires from hell into heaven itself.

PART 4 Since I didn’t even have my towel anymore, we were both now totally naked. I eyed his cock with a hunger that was new to me, it wAs so intense. And really, I think his eyes were the same for me. “Is this really your first time at a bath house, Chris?” he asked me. His eyes roamed my body as I stood in front of him. I had already decided to stick to honesty tonight and told him the truth. “ I only turned 18 recently and, well, it’s kind of a big step. I was really nervous that it would be too much or something bad would happen, but you guys have been so nice. And are like so perfect,” I added a little shyly. “You like older guys?”, he said smiling. “I don’t really like guys my age. Guys your age are so much hotter and experienced and stuff.” His hand wAs now on his cock, gently and slowly stroking. It was hypnotic watching him tug on his hardening cock. I am almost positive I just dropped to my knees without being pulled down. I am absolutely positive my mouth greedily opened and started to worship his cock. I worked my lips around his head and then bobbed down trying to take him into my throat. His thrust helped that happen. I pulled back and worked my tongue up and down the shaft. I kissed and kicked at his balls. “Yeah suck that man cock Chris. That’s why you came here isn’t it? You look so sexy with my hard dick filling your mouth,” he growled, looking down at me, as he continued, “but I know where you really want it.” I paused and looked up at him. “Was thAt really your first time getting fucked bareback?” He asked me. “Yeah, I was afraid to try it but it just happened and it felt so good. I didn’t know it could feel that good. It never did with condoms.” I said nervously. I was afraid he would think I was too inexperienced. “You... are hiv negative aren’t you Chris?” He asked me quietly. “Yeah. Well, I mean I think, well, I don’t know now. He told me. I asked him to cum in me anyways. I couldn’t help myself.” I felt so dumb the moment I said that, but his response surprised me. “Chris, I don’t want to get too deep here but I have learned there are certain gay men that discover that connection that barenacking gives us men. By taking his cock raw and taking his load in you, you guys are connected now forever. He bred you. His semen is soaking into you now. Some gay men, once they discover that connection they just want more and more of it. And for tops, it’s the same. We want to share our seed with our bottoms. I know I really want to have that connection with you, to share my cum with you. To give you part of me that you will always have.” As he finished saying that, his hands were gently pulling me up and helping me onto the bed. “I want to have that connection with you too. This is stupid, but when you said you wanted to take me to your room, I kept hoping you shoot lots of cum. Your balls are so big...,” I stammered. “Chris I am going to make you feel so good. And give you just what you need. And yes, you are going to get a huge load in you when I cum. You want that baby?” Falling back and pulling my legs up, I exposed my hole to him. “What a pretty hole. It’s all shiny with cum too. Cum makes great lube too”, he said, pushing a finger in my hole. I arched my back and gave in to the pleasure of my hole. There was one thing on my mind. I didn’t know if I should ask. Or if I wanted to know. When I thought about what had already happened it was too much to process and I just knew that at the time I hadn’t been able to resist it. If I asked, then i’d be asking for it before he even started. If i waited til after, then i could just say I didn’t know. And he already said he shoots a ton of cum. I had to know. “Ron, are you hiv positive?”

Fuck hot!

This is the double curved PA I have used to tear up a hole or to make a condom fail, the ball on the right is very sharp and wish I could have taken a better picture.

The sensation I feel when I know a cock is shooting deep inside me is the greatest rush. Similarly when I blast off inside someone's ass, it is a feeling of total satisfaction.

I got fucked quite a bit in Rio de Janiero during Carnival. There is absolutely a subset of the gay crowd of Rio who is into BB and they even have a monthly party and I gave almost as good as I got. I took at least 3 loads during that event. Lastly Thursday evening before i left an event at TV Bar called hole turned a small corner bar into a full on sex event; and there one guy in particular that never gave me his load. He seemed to be into causing pain with his HUGE THICK Brazilian Dick. And during the last hour or so of the event that I was there for; i hung around him and every time that he forced his way into a hole and that bottom went running; I jumped on and rode until he tried to find someone else. I am unsure if had I been able to stay until closing if I would have gotten the load; but I still enjoyed the time that he spent up my hole.

What area in miami? This is fucking hot lol nice ass you got to breed

I went to TMC last night and it was pretty dead. At about 2:30 am, I packed up and headed to Rainbow where it was lively and jumping and lots, and I do mean lots, of fun! Sure, Rainbow might be considered as a dump by some but at least there was action and that's what i was looking for.

When I'm taking dick anywhere other than a bedroom it's usually just with spit. My hole opens up pretty easily, so tops get to enjoy the extra friction. It makes spontaneous fucks on the dance floor or cruising areas much simpler, often the top is not expecting he will be able to get his cock up my hole in those locations. Once I take one, my ass generates its own lube. And once I get that first load, that's all the lube required for the second, third..... I really enjoy getting rimmed and having my ass played with, but that rarely happens in these situations.

There is not doubt. I spend some portion of every day thinking about cock. Some times that is working on getting the next cock in my ass. Some times, it is getting fucked. And some times, it is just reflecting on how fucking good a hard cock feels. Then you add in my obsession with feeling cum in my ass.....and my expressed desire for all the POZ cum I can get and you see that I fully meet the standard the OP suggested. Being somewhat of a lifelong barebacking bottom slut, I have enjoyed men in numbers that I hesitate to share. But, if you do the math, I have likely taken nearly 200 sperm for every man, woman and child currently on this planet. That is a fucking lot of cum....and I have enjoyed it all. Still, I continue to use a fair amount of my free time chasing more cock. Hell, if you are a bottom faggot cum slut, why not embrace it and make it your lifestyle.

As I have written other places, I am freshly castrated. So far, i have found that I am not wanting for partners. Since I have preferred to bottom for many years, my sexual role has not changed that much. No doubt, some of the more recent fucks have included an element of the curious who want to see/experience what a eunuch can offer. But others, simply want to enjoy great sex. No doubt, some like the idea that it is ALL about them. I had contemplated castration for many, many years. In fact, for many years, I assumed that I would be nutless before I got knocked up. As it turned out, I converted nearly two years before I was cut. For me, both "modifications" stem from many of the same thoughts and desires. Certainly both a permanent (and serious) changes. No doubt, the consequences of both actions are mine alone. My first ever sexual experience was gay and and I never considered myself anything other than queer. But as time went on I recognized that I was something other than simply a homosexual male. Exploring those feelings eventually resulted in me becoming what I am today.---a very POZ EUNUCH. As others have indicated, not everyone appreciates castrated men. I can understand that. Not everyone appreciates POZ guys and raw sex. But we all have to make the choices that allow are mental selves match our physical selves. For me, this journey has been amazing, erotic, sex filled and a natural evolution to become the PERSON I need to be.

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…