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I didn’t set out to take multiple loads, or even to get into an anon scene. I had been chatting with a handful of guys on BBRTS Sunday, my first day in SF, and nothing really panned out (a lot of “how long are you here for?”). Monday morning I got up, checked messages, and was getting ready to head out for some meetings. One of the guys hit me up again saying how horny he was, and that he was only 10 minutes away. I figured I’d see if he actually showed, so I gave him the hotel and room number. He was fascinated by my profile ass pic, and asked if I could be in that position when he arrived. I offered to be ass up on the bed, door ajar, and he could just come right in. He was clearly into that scene. I was chatting with a couple other guys while I waited to see if the first showed. Sure enough, 10 minutes later, I”m naked on all fours with my ass facing the door. The bolt lock makes for a nice block to keep the door ajar. I heard him come in and start undressing right away. His hands were immediately on my ass. I left some silicon lube on the bed beside me. He took it and I heard him pumping the bottle. I took a nice hit of poppers while he started lining his cock up with my hole. He slid in nice and even, letting my hole wrap around his long dick. “Fuuuuck that’s warm and tight,” he said. He started a nice rythm pumping my hole. He was totally turned on, and I was feeling turned on by his energy and the fact I couldn’t see him. His anon cock felt great, and he was plugging away inside me. He grabbed my hips and was pumping, picking up a little speed as he went. I heard his breathing change, and it sounded like he was holding his breath for a few seconds at a time. “Oh yeah,” he finally said, and I knew from the rythm change that he was unloading in me. He left a couple minutes later, patting my ass, me still on all fours, wanting to cling to the anonymity of the scene. A second guy was asking to come buy. A burly bear with shaved head and goatee. He asked if I had a load in me, and i said yes. That seemed to push him over the edge and he walked over from his office building up the street. Again I left the door ajar, and was on all fours when he arrived. I love the anticipation of hearing the guy strip, unseen behind me, and then feeling his hands on my ass. This guy started fingering my hole, using the lube from the first guy to ease his fingers inside. `He didn’t wait to slide his cock inside. He was more verbal than the first, asking how his dick felt in my cummyhole. We were both grunting as he pounded my ass, more forcefully than the first guy. He was clearly here to get off. His burly body slammed into my ass over and over, and he finally told me I was getting his load. He unleashed inside, patted my ass, and left a minute later. I was feeling slutty now, and totallly turned on by the anon loads. I went back on BBRTS and chatted a bit more. I decided to post an ad for the hour, and see what happened. Another guy wanted to come by, and I agreed. He was much faster at cumming than the other two, though for me it was really about having my hole used by a third stranger. After he left his load in me, I scrolled through a few messages. One was particularly mysterious and alluring. No face pic, and not much info. His message was simply that he wanted to breed my hole. He appeared to be fairly close. His cock pic was beautiful, and a bit intimidating. It was long and thick looking. He wanted totally anon cumdump scene. Sure, why not at this point? So I gave him the room number. He came in wordlessly. I heard him undo his belt, and push down his pants. He picked up the bottle of lube and I heard it pumping out the slick liquid. While I’d seen pics of the three guys earlier, this guy was a total enigma. He was simply a series of sounds behind me, and then I felt the head of his cock pushing up into my hole. Still, he said nothing. My hole stretched wide, and I yelped. He didn’t seem concerned. His cock pushed my hole open, and I gasped at the size inside me. Long deep strokes were pushing me deeper into the bed, and he was fucking for his own pleasure. I started grunting and groaning, totally turned on by this mysterious fucker. I felt my hole expand and contract around his raw cock as he slipped in and out,His hands moved to my shoulders, and he was pulling me backward and he thrust forward. I couldn’t wait for it. “Fuck yeah! Breed my ass!” Still he pounded me without a word, keeping his strokes long and deep, and all I could do was take it. Without warning he grunted, this thrusts going deep, holding there a moment, and then thrusting deep again. He pushed his weight on me, and thrust over and over again, each one lingering longer inside me. Finally he held himself inside, panting, growling lowly a bit. He stayed there for a couple minutes, and I was just relishing the size of his cock filling me. He slowly pulled out, and I felt my hole cling to his head before releasing it with a wired pop sound. I could feel some of his cum cripple down my balls, pulled out with his cock. His slapped his cock, still hard, against my ass a few times, and wiped it off against my ass cheeks and balls. He dressed wordlessly and then I heard the door close. I was spent after that last fuck. I rolled onto my back and stoked myself slowly, relishing the feeling of the pounding I’d just taken, and thinking about the 4 loads from total strangers that were filling my ass. It’s inspired me to head out and be slutty at one of the sex clubs. Let me know if you enjoyed hearing about my cumdump morning by leaving a message or clicking the blue heart below.

Part 49 - Wolves in the Sheep Pen “Joe, Paul asked for your number. I hope you don’t mind me giving it to him” Mark said as he walked into the apartment after a run. “No problem. Do you know why?” Joe responded. “No clue. I was too in the zone while I was jogging to do much more than type it out, sorry” Mark replied. Joe didn’t have to wait much longer to find out when his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. “Hey Joe. Paul here. u free tonight? want to earn a little $? maybe ur bf too?” said the message. Joe showed the message to Kyle and then whispered to him “What do you think?” Kyle grinned and whispered back “It could be interesting.” “Mark, do you have anything planned tonight?” Joe yelled into Mark and Eric’s bathroom while Mark was showering. “No, I thought we’d just chill and buzz. Why?” Mark yelled back. “May have a gig from Paul, but I didn’t want to step on your plans” Joe replied. Mark laughed a bit and said “Go if you want to. We’ll still be here when you’re done.” Joe replied to Paul’s message and said “mmm, maybe. lets talk.” The phone soon rang and Joe answered “Hey Paul. How’s it going?” They chatted back and forth with Kyle trying to listen in but only getting bits and pieces of the conversation. “OK, cool. See you at 8 then. Ciao” Joe said as he hung up the phone. “So, here’s the deal” he told Kyle. “It’s a kind of roulette party. Paul is in charge of getting the tops. Its mixed neg and poz tops - 9 neg, 3 poz for this party. All the bottoms are neg. They choose the top based on their pic and basic stats, so we have to send him a picture and our age, height, weight. We just can’t show our biohazards or indicate we’re poz or neg. We fuck, we breed, we’re done. We get $300 each. I told him we’re in. If you don’t want to go, I’ll call him back right away.” “Fuck, that sounds hot. So the guys know they could get pozzed?” Kyle asked. “Yeah. They don’t know the odds, just that at least one of the tops is poz. Paul has been the lone poz top for the last few months, but he thought for the last party of the year he should jack the odds up” Joe replied. They went into the spare bedroom and pulled their shirts off. Joe took a few pics of Kyle, including one of him completely naked except for his hands over his tattoo and cock, and then handed the phone to Kyle. Kyle snapped some of Joe who then Joe sent the pics and their stats to Paul and let him decide which picture to use. Joe and Kyle lounged around the pool the rest of the afternoon and then went back to the apartment. Eric was sucking on Mark’s cock out on the balcony. The trees obscured most of it but there were a few angles where they could still be visible. Joe peeled his swimsuit off and started to stroke himself. Mark motioned for Joe to come closer. When Joe was out on the balcony, Eric stood up and Mark pushed Joe to the railing. "Lean on the railing and spread em" Mark said. "But..." Joe started to say and was shut down by Mark. He looked over the railing and felt someone spread his ass and spit on his hole. Seconds later, Eric shoved his dripping cock into Joe's pussy. Joe started to scream from the pain, but then realized where he was and held it inside. Eric started to pound in, with full strokes and did that about a dozen times and pulled out. Mark thrust his cock into Joe's now open hole and took his dozen hard strokes before pulling out. Eric went back in and they continued swapping back and forth until Eric shoved in hard and grunted as his poisonous load filled Joe's cunt. "Fuck yeah" said Mark as his cock dove into Joe's now sloppy hole. He hammered his brother's ass until he too was breeding Joe. Mark pulled out and slapped Joe on the ass. "That's what you get for abandoning us for the evening" Mark said. Joe and Kyle showered and dressed and waited for Paul to arrive. “You two have fun. I’ll have a big bowl packed and ready when you get back” Mark said. “Shit, I think I need that bowl now” said Kyle, visibly nervous. “Is this your first paying sex job?” asked Eric and Kyle nodded yes. “Forget that you’re getting paid for it. Its just another fuck. Paul said its mostly rich college guys. They have to pay $200 to get in, so they must be pretty horny to spend that kind of money to get fucked. Here, take a dick pill. It should take care of any, uh… performance anxiety” Joe said as he handed Kyle a blue pill. Kyle chugged half a bottle of water with the pill just as there was a knock at the door. Joe opened it and there stood Paul with a huge grin on his face. He walked in and said hi to Mark and Eric and said “Ready to knock some boys up?” Joe chuckled and said “I always am!” Paul drove Joe and Kyle over to a warehouse area and parked the car in a loading dock. “Since I organize all the setup, I have to get here early, I hope you don’t mind waiting around a bit until the party really starts” Paul said. “Not at all” Kyle replied. The guys watched the DJ unpack his rig and connect to the speakers, the caterers set up a table of hors d’oeuvres, a bartender tapped a keg of beer and set up glasses, bottled water and a few canisters for a pop dispenser. Another person set up a table by the door with a clipboard of names and 2 stacks of wristbands. A few garbage cans were set up and a few people were setting up partitions to make twenty fuck cubes and another communal area for group sex. Paul saw the amazed look on Joe’s face and said “The best thing about this area is its really easy to pick up these office cubes cheap. So many start-ups fail and most new ones don’t want to buy the used stuff since they think its jinxed.” In only 30 minutes, everything was in place and the party was ready to start. The DJ cranked up the music and the lights got dimmed. Paul came up with three cups of beer and continued “The guy that runs this party does a bunch of parties in this space - raves, orgies, blackout parties, even a cool halloween party and haunted house. Tonight, theres a social hour first and when you hear the first bell, all the tops will congregate near the fuck den in numeric order. At the second bell, the bottoms will line up out here in order. One by one, the bottoms will go and meet up with the top they selected and find a cube or they can choose to fuck in the open area. If the top didn’t show, then we have a few spares. Lets just hope we don’t have more than three no-shows. The bottoms randomly got a number to pick and two hours before the party, they log in and choose their top. Usually everyone is online at 7pm sharp. You guys are new faces, so you went first. I also added that you were visiting, so you were here one time only.” “Wow, that is really organized. Hope I get a hottie” Joe said. Paul chuckled “It doesn’t matter, you’re just here to fuck and breed. If you want, you can go a second time. Oh, and you have to be clothed when out of the play area. Shirts off is ok, but no underwear. We should go over and get our wristbands.” The three walked up to the table and there was a thin black guy standing there making sure everything was ready. “Hey Crystal, can we get our bands?” Paul said. “Sure thing, hun” Crystal said with a femme voice and clipped a white band on Paul’s wrist with a number 4 on it. “And you are…?” Crystal asked. “We have J2 and K here” Paul interrupted. “We only use first initials and a number if we have duplicates here. No need to let too much info get out. Oh, hehe, I forgot to introduce you guys. This is Crystal, the sexiest drag queen around.” “Nice to meet you two. I hope you have fun tonite. It should be positively amazing!” Crystal said. As they walked away, Kyle said “I wouldn’t mind tapping that ass.” “Already did, many times” said Paul with a smile. The DJ sounded a bell and Paul walked over and opened the door. There was a line already there and they slowly filed in, giving their code name. Joe and Kyle wandered back towards the social area and grabbed a couple appetizers and sipped on their beers while the area filled up with guys. They looked around and saw a few guys with white bands like they had and the rest had blue bands. Joe looked to see who had a number 2 that matched his number, but it was fruitless since the angles and lighting made it impossible. “What number do you have?” Joe asked Kyle. “I got number 1. Not sure what that means though, but I’ll be harassing you about it for a while” Kyle said jokingly. They looked around and talked about the guys that were milling about. It was somewhat diverse crowd. Some white frat boys were there along with just about every ethnic group you could think of. Most of the guys seemed to be in their early twenties, a few were a bit older, a couple in their thirties and one guy looked to be in his mid 40’s. They noticed a lot of guys looking them over and pointing at them. “I feel like the new animal at the zoo” Kyle said. “You too?” Joe replied. Just as Joe finished his beer the bell sounded and all of the white banded guys left the area and the Joe and Kyle followed them. Once they were over in the sex area, they lined up - Kyle first, Joe second and up through number 12. The extras stood to the side and then the next bell rang. The talking seemed to stop and just the music filled the warehouse. Kyle looked over and saw the line of bottoms all getting into place. He looked back and saw Paul joking with the guys around him and took a deep breath to relax. Crystal tapped the first guy in the bottom line and he walked towards Kyle. As he got closer Kyle saw his next victim - a tall, tanned blond surfer looking guy with long hair and shiny white teeth. He was one of the ones he saw earlier and had guessed he was in his late twenties. He walked confidently up to the opening of the sex den and Kyle went over and met him. They walked in and found a cube to use. Joe stepped forward and saw Crystal tap the next bottom on the shoulder and he started to walk towards Joe. Joe could sense the uneasiness in his gait and chuckled to himself “the guy is probably just as nervous as I am.” When he got to the opening, Joe could see the guy he was going to fuck was a dark skinned Indian, about the same height as Joe but not muscled at all. He had a trimmed beard without a mustache and was wearing an Atari t-shirt. “Nerd” thought Joe as he walked over and they found a cube to fuck in. One by one the rest of the guys paired up leaving three unassigned tops who were debating who was going to bottom for the other two until Crystal walked up to them and they all started to smile. The music blasted through the area, drowning out any sounds of sex that was soon to happen. Kyle followed his surfer into the cube. The walls were over six feet tall, so no one could really see into the cubes unless they were standing at the doorway. Each cube had 2 bags to put clothes in and a rubber coated pad on the floor. There was a bottle of lube and two towels on the floor in the corner and a single condom thumb tacked right through the center to the wall. Kyle laughed at the sabotaged condom and turned to the surfer who was already taking his clothes off. Kyle stripped and put his stuff in the other bag and moved over to the surfer. They kissed and Kyle pulled him close, cupping his muscular butt. The guy was over four inches taller than Kyle but it didn’t matter. Both of them quickly got into groping and caressing each other. Kyle heard the guy moan into their kiss when his hand gripped Kyle’s cock and he felt the ring. The guy broke the kiss and said “Oh fuck. I’ve never taken a pierced cock before.” “Don’t worry, you’ll like it” Kyle said. Kyle rubbed his fingers along the crack and found the guys hole which felt extremely tight. “Relax, this is going to be fun” Kyle said. When the hole seemed to get less tense, his hands moved up the guy’s back. He was impressed at the taut muscles the guy had and kept moving his hands up until his they were on the guys shoulders. Slowly he pushed the guy down and felt the guys lips and tongue explore down his neck, chest, abs and finally his cock. Number 1 quickly engulfed his stiff cock with a warm, wet mouth and began sucking like a pro. The guy took Kyles cock all the way to his pubes several times, massaging his cock with his throat and tongue. For someone who had never taken a pierced cock before, it didn’t seem to slow the guy down. Kyle began to fuck his face, holding his head with his hands and enjoying his eager cocksucker. His cock was getting coated with spit and throat slime and the surfer was gasping for air each time Kyle pulled most of the way out. Kyle pulled his cock out and tilted the guys head up. The surfer opened his eyes and looked straight at Kyle, his mouth still open. Kyle spit into the open mouth and the guy jolted a bit, surprised at the action. Still staring at Kyle, Kyle said “I want your ass.” The guy nodded and immediately turned around and went to all fours, spreading his legs like he had done hundreds of times before. Kyle grabbed the bottle of lube and brought it closer, just in case spit wasn’t enough to lube the guys clenched hole. He dropped to his knees and spread the muscular mounds before pressing his face in. Licking up from the guy’s balls and up to his hole in one slow motion, the guy wiggled his ass and moaned loud enough for Kyle to hear him over the music. Kyle could see the guy’s six inch uncut cock was dripping precum already, leaving a small puddle on the mat. Kyle dug his tongue in and felt the ring slowly relax. The tight hole he felt earlier was submitting to his tongue and soon his toxic cock would be inside. Kyle tongue fucked his hole and then would lap up the spit while flicking his tongue over the guy’s taint. He could feel the shivers from the guy when he would do it, so he would alternate tongue fucks with tongue tickling his taint. Satisfied that the hole was well soaked with spit, Kyle coated his cock with a light cover of lube. He placed the piercing on the guy’s hole and pressed in, feeling his cock head enter the warm tunnel. There was a bit more resistance and Kyle gave a harder nudge and felt him pop inside the surfer’s unprotected neg ass. The thought caused Kyle to start leaking more precum and he kept driving his cock deeper. He could feel the guy squirm, knowing his cock was stretching the guy open and probably putting small tears in the ass lining. “Just wait til I really fuck this ass” Kyle thought to himself. He let the guy rest a moment once his pubes were firmly against the surfer’s ass. Kyle started to pull back and then quickly rammed back in. The guy tried to pull away, but Kyle held him firmly. He began to fuck the guy’s hole and felt the guy relax and after a few minutes start to enjoy the fuck. Long, firm strokes let the guy know just how long Kyle’s cock was. When Kyle decided the guy was feeling too relaxed, he would slam in, feeling the piercing tug and scrape along the tender tissue gripping his shaft. Kyle didn’t have any concept of time and didn’t know how long he had been fucking. He knew it it had been a few songs since his cock first went into the surfers ass, but it felt really good and he wanted to keep fucking for a while. He also wanted to dump at least two loads into theguy so he started to fuck harder and faster. His balls were churning and he felt his cock swell. Kyle knew it was time to give the guy a taste of his strain and he slammed in, holding the guy tight as his cock pumped and filled his guts with his infected spooge. He leaned forward and said into the guys ear “Don’t worry, I’m usually good for two, maybe three loads.” He didn’t know if that would reassure the guy that he planned to keep fucking or scare him away. The guy milked a few more drops from his cock and then Kyle pulled out, laying down on the mat next to him. The guy moved over and started to suck his cock clean. All of a sudden he stopped and Kyle looked down. The guys eyes were wide open and he could see him mouth the words “You’re poz?” Kyle grinned and nodded yes. He then saw the guy say “Oh fuck!”. The guy went back to licking the cum off his cock, but he could feel the guy shake. After a few minutes of licking, the guy laid down next to Kyle. He could tell the guy’s heart was racing and he hadn’t been prepared to take a charged load tonight. Thanks to the blue pill, Kyle’s cock was still rock hard. Kyle rolled over and stood kneeling between the guy’s legs. Kyle leaned forward and said “You ok?” and the surfer nodded yes. “You want more, don’t you?” Kyle asked. The guy paused a moment and then nodded yes again. Kyle smiled and leaned back and spread the guy’s legs and thrust his cock back into the unsuspecting hole. The earlier fuck was just a warmup and Kyle was determined to make this one something the guy would remember. The spit, precum and cum lubed him perfectly and Kyle took advantage of it. Driving his cock in hard and varying the speed, he would move his hips around jabbing his cock in different directions and abrading the cum coated chute. Kyle paid attention this time and three songs later he was ready to pump a second bug filled load into the surfer. This time, when he started to shoot, he would pull out and ram back in with each pulse of his cock. He could see the guy scream out. He couldn’t tell whether it was from pleasure or pain over the din of the music. After the orgasm faded, Kyle leaned forward and then felt the guy wrap his arms around him, holding him tight. Kyle wasn’t sure what was going to happen and was a little surprised when the guy began kissing him. They rolled over and left Kyle now on his back. The guy kissed and licked the sweat off his chest, nibbling at his nipples and then licked down to his still hard cock. The guy looked at it and laughed before climbing back on top of Kyle, straddling his stomach and lining up the shaft to the surfer’s well abused hole. The guy sank down onto the rigid cock, taking it to the root before he started riding it. Kyle was surprised how hard the guy was bouncing on his cock and even more surprised at how hard his ass muscles were squeezing his shaft. Sweat was flying off the guy and it almost felt like rain on Kyle’s skin. The surfer was stroking his own cock and soon it erupted, coating Kyle’s chest and face with neg cum. The guys orgasm milked one last small load out of Kyle’s balls. Three spurts of virus shot in and Kyle was pretty sure the next couple shots were dry. They laid there a few minutes and finally the guy pulled off of Kyle’s cock. He grabbed one towel and cleaned the sweat and cum off of his chest, cock and legs. Kyle got up and wiped his body down too and put his jeans on and tucked his t-shirt into his back pocket, letting it dangle. When both were dressed, the guy came over and said to Kyle “Thanks, that was fuckin’ hot. Are you on meds or toxic?” “I guess you’ll find out soon enough” Kyle said as he walked out of the cube. Joe followed his bottom into the cube and could see him shaking he was so nervous. Joe looked around the cube and saw everything that he might need. There was a familiar feel to the floor inside the cube and he realized it was a section of wrestling mat. He pulled the condom off the wall and stuffed it in his jeans pocket before he took his jeans and shirt off. He stood there in just his jockstrap and moved over to the guy who said “Hh…h..h.h…hhhhello, I am Amir.” “Hello Amir. You seem awfully nervous. Is this your first time at one of these parties?” Joe asked as he reached out and massaged Amir’s shoulders. “Yyy..yy..yes” Amir replied. Joe moved behind Amir and resumed rubbing his tense shoulders. “Me too. I guess we get to experience it together. Have you had sex with men before?” Joe said into his ear, his warm breath blowing across Amir’s face. Joe hoped he wasn’t a virgin since he really wasn’t prepared to deal with someone unprepared to get fucked and bred like he was planning. “Yyy…yes I have. Mmmmm… many times but my family doesn’t know” Amir said, calming down slightly. “Well, they aren’t here and there’s no reason for them to ever find out what we are going to do. So, relax and let’s just enjoy it” Joe told him. “Yyyyes sir” Amir replied. Joe pulled Amir’s t-shirt off and tossed it over by the wall. “How old are you, Amir?” Joe asked as pressed his bare chest against Amir’s back. “Nnnnineteen, sir” Amir replied as he started to relax. Joe moved his hands over Amir’s body, running his fingers through the hair on his chest and flicking his thumbs over his nipples. He could feel the tension fade in Amir’s body the more he rubbed. He moved his hands to Amir’s back and down to his ass which he squeezed. He moved his hands back to the front of Amir’s jeans and unbuttoned them before pushing them down. Amir was wearing old school boxers and he could feel his firm cock inside them. He could tell that his cock was on the small side but it didn’t matter. Joe was going to do the fucking here. He kissed the back of his neck as he pushed Amir’s boxers down and let them fall to the floor on top of his jeans. Joe backed away a bit and Amir bent over to pick up his jeans and underwear and Joe took his first look at the ass he was going to try and impregnate. It was a little on the flat side and was covered in dark hair which continued down his legs. Joe ran his finger between the crack as Amir was bent over and felt him jump. Once his clothes were folded by the wall, Amir came back to Joe and stopped a foot short looking at him. “I liked your picture… I like men with beards… I wish I had muscles like you… The tattoo makes you look so… uh, dangerous” Amir said to Joe while tracing out the tattoo on his arm and chest with his finger. Joe thought “Just wait until you look at the other tattoos.” Joe pulled Amir closer and tried to kiss him on the lips, but Amir pushed away. “I don’t kiss. I only like to suck and get fucked” Amir explained. “Well then, you better start sucking” Joe said, pushing Amir down to his knees. Amir stared at Joe’s jockstrap and the bulge inside it. He finally put his hands on either side and pulled it down and Joe stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. Amir gasped as he saw Joe’s semi-hard cock. “Suck it” said Joe. Amir put his left hand around the shaft while he played with the piercing with his right hand. Slowly his head went closer and his tongue played with the piercing and finally his lips went around his cut cock. Joe put his hands on the back of Amir’s head and held it as he started to rock back and forth. When he pushed deeper he felt Amir gag but he was doing a better job than Joe expected. He thrust his cock into Amir’s throat and held it there for a few seconds and he felt Amir’s throat spasm around his cock, but he didn’t fight him off. Joe pulled his cock back and Amir gasped for air. Joe looked down and saw two eyes that seemed to say “I will do anything you want me to.” Joe smiled and made Amir suck his cock a little longer before pulling out and saying “Lay down on your back Amir.” Amir did as he was told and instinctively raised his legs. Joe chuckled at his eagerness. Joe pushed him back and licked his tongue up the hairy crack. Before pushing in, Joe always did a light lick to see if a bottom had cleaned out well. Amir passed the test and Joe curled his tongue and pushed in. From the reaction he got, Joe assumed that few guys had ever rimmed his ass. The moaning and writhing seemed to indicate that he liked it and Joe just kept at it. He always enjoyed rimming an appreciative hole and Amir’s was just that. With Amir holding his legs back, Joe spread his ass cheeks wider while using his fingers to stretch the tight hole open. Joe’s fingers and tongue assaulted Amir’s hole and then Joe got a little rough with him. Other than an occasional grunt, Amir never objected to the abuse Joe gave the tender flesh inside his pucker. When he thought the hole was soaked with enough spit, Joe slicked his cock up with a little more and lowered Amir down. With legs over his shoulders, he tapped his cock against the slick hole making sure that Amir felt the steel tap his ass ring. “Sir, you’re going to take it out, right?” asked Amir. Joe smiled and said “No, it will give you new feelings and I like how it feels too.” Before Amir could say anything more, Joe pushed his cock into the hole. Amir clamped down at the sudden invasion, but then relaxed and Joe slowly pushed in deeper. With half of his cock inside, Joe started to fuck, rocking in and out getting further with each inward stroke. Joe could see Amir panting and the tight grip his hole told him the same thing - he was scared about what the PA would do to his insides. Joe knew exactly what was going to happen and it was going to happen sooner with the pressure he was putting on Joe’s cock. Joe picked up the pace and started to fuck faster and deeper while saying “Relax” to Amir. After several minutes Amir’s muscles must have been exhausted and he released his grip on Joe’s cock. Joe really started to enjoy the fuck and his precum was really lubing up the chute, allowing him to long stroke Amir’s pussy. His balls were bouncing off of Amir’s ass and the tightness of the hole was just right to let him fuck as hard as he wanted but still feel the tissue against his bare cock. Joe looked down and saw a smile forming on Amir’s face and he knew he had transitioned from pain to pleasure. Joe started to fuck harder and he was really reaming Amir’s cunt. The tugging of his piercing stimulated his balls to start their production of virally enhanced sperm. Joe wondered if Amir had figured out the symbolism of the scorpion tattoo or was oblivious to the impending poz cum he was going to be filled with. He drove his cock the full length as hard as he could and then left it there as his cock twitched and pulsed as it shot almost ten spurts of charged seed into Amir’s neg hole. Joe looked down at Amir while he bred his hole and saw his eyes get wide, knowing he was being filled with a stranger’s load. Joe gave a few more thrusts of his cock to drive some of the cum deeper and then slowly pulled out. Joe looked down and he had definitely done some damage to Amir’s guts. The cum had a pink hue to it and there were a few darker streaks. Joe rolled over and laid on his back next to Amir, catching his breath. Amir turned to him and said “That was amazing, sir. Do you always fuck that hard and that long?” Joe laughed and said “Yeah, I do. But I hope we’re not done. I just need a little break and we can go again.” Amir’s eyes got wide again and he replied “I am a little sore, sir. But if you want to use me again, you may.” “Just a little sore? I need to do a better job then” Joe thought. “You should clean my cock up a bit before we start our second round” Joe told Amir. “You mean suck your cock, now?” Amir asked. “Yes. Taste what is inside you now” Joe said. Amir slowly moved his mouth towards Joe’s cum and blood covered cock. He tentatively put his tongue out and licked off the tip and studied the taste. “It tastes weird, sir” Amir said before he went down and licked all around Joe’s cock, cleaning it and the base around his cock. After several minutes Joe felt he was ready and got up, pushing Amir to the center of the cube and directing him to stay on all fours. His dick slid into Amir’s hole with ease this time and he pushed all the way in on the first stroke. Joe was on his feet, crouched behind Amir’s raised ass. He pushed down on the small of his back to get him arched and Joe grasped his hips before starting his fuck in earnest. “Slap, slap, slap” was the sound in the cube trying to drown out the dance music the DJ was still playing to a probably empty dance floor. Joe took no mercy in fucking Amir’s sore ass. He pulled all the way out and rammed back in a half dozen times, garnering a loud groan from Amir each time. His cock felt amazing plowing through the load he had dumped in earlier. He was churning the previous cum and adding to it with more poz precum. He knew the wounds he had inflicted earlier gave easy entry to the bloodstream for the virus that was swimming inside Amir’s ass. Joe began to jackhammer Amir’s hole and could hear him whimpering to the pounding. He never asked Joe to stop and Joe doubted he would anyway until he had deposited another toxic load. Joe grunted and slammed in one last time and let his cum begin to shoot inside. Ropes of deadly sperm flew into the cum filled hole. He felt Amir’s hole start to milk his load out and then realized it was from Amir’s own orgasm. His neg seed sprayed all over the mat as both guys reveled in their orgasms. Joe pulled out and this time Amir quickly turned around and licked all of the cum off of Joe’s body - cock, balls, pubes, and legs. Joe sat down and looked back at Amir who said “Thank you, sir. I don’t think I will ever forget this night. It has been an amazing time, but I must go now.” Amir picked up a towel and quickly wiped his body off and then put his clothes back hurriedly on before walking out of the cube. Joe wasn’t sure if Amir was embarrassed or worried or really had somewhere else to go, but he saw the wet spot already forming on the back of his jeans as he walked out. Joe took the other towel and wiped his body down and put his jeans and shirt on before walking back out to the social area and grabbing a bottle of water. He chugged the water down and then grabbed a beer and a few lukewarm appetizers. He looked around and saw Kyle talking to Paul and another top, so he wandered over to them. “How did it go?” asked Paul. “Damn good. Fuckin’ tight hole that seemed to just suck up my cum. How was yours?” replied Joe. “Pretty good too. Though I didn’t last as long as either of you. He just wanted me to pump n dump” Paul said. “And yours?” Joe asked Kyle. “It was a lot of fun. I think he’ll remember this night for a while, at least. How was yours, Trey?” Kyle said. “Not bad. Good hole, but he was pretty dead. I like an active bottom and he just stood there letting me fuck him like a fleshlight” the other guy replied. They watched and saw two different types of people - those that left right after fucking and those that hung around talking to the other guests. Soon, all of the guests started to leave and the workers started tearing things down. “Thats a lot of leftover food” Joe said to Paul. “Yeah, we order extra so theres always some to take over to the homeless gay teen shelter” Paul replied. Paul drove Joe and Kyle back to Mark and Eric’s place and they went up the apartment. Walking in they saw Mark and Eric on the couch, naked, obviously wasted and exhausted from fucking all night. “Did you leave us any? I could use a good toke right now” Joe said and Eric pulled out a small baggie and tossed it on the table. Joe and Kyle smoked a few bowls and then went in to their beds and crashed, reeking of sweat and cum.

Part 3 I woke up some time later in a place I did not recognize. Mostly because i couldn't see anything, my entire face was covered and I could barely breath, it felt like my access to oxygen was being restricted through a hose. I started to move and that's when I realized I was completely shackled to something swinging and I could not move. That's when I heard his voice. "Good you're awake, I've been waiting for you to come to. I've got a lot of fun plans for you. I know you've been catfishing and I know your secret desires to be a fuck hole faggot. Now I just need to train you. I've taken the liberty of going through your phone, I texted your boss saying you've had to leave for a family emergency and that you won't be back for some time. She isn't expecting you for at least a month but we can extend that further when the time comes. Your family thinks that you just need some alone time so they won't be looking for you either." At this point I started to panic regretting everything I had done. I tried to break free but then I felt a punch to my guy. "Stop trying to break free faggot. You won't be able to and the sooner you realize that the better for you." He then placed some headphones on my ears and I heard his deep voice saying "you live for cock, you live for cum, you live for master, you are a faggot" on repeat and then I smelt the acrid smell of poppers. He must have screwed them into the mask I was wearing because the smell was overpowering. I was left there for hours listening to the voice repeating those four phrases over and over and the poppers making my head swim. I couldn't make sense of where I was or what was happening. Just the gentle swing of my body back and forth and the drool running down my cheeks. Then I felt the headphones removed and I came to. I heard his voice say, "how are you faggot?" I just moaned incomprehensibly. He then put the headphones back on and I felt him walk away. I passed out shortly there after. I woke up some time later to myself on a bed, or I guess what I now call my bed, really it's just a sheet on the bottom of a cage that is 4x3ft. I had a collar on, my head had been shaved, my dick was in a plastic cage and I had a terrible burning sensation on my ass. I looked down to my ass to see a new tattoo. It said "no load refused" then he came down the stairs and walked over to me. Without a word he reached into my cage and attached a metal chain to my dick cage, unlocked the door to my bed caged and pulled as hard as he could on the chain. I screamed out in pain to which he quickly turned around and back handed me "You will never make a sound again unless given permission" and then walked me over to a shower and turned it on. He cleaned me out with out saying a word, and then brought me back to the sling in the middle of the room. I then saw what he had put on me the day before. It was a gas mask with a hose attached, and the bottom of the hose had rivets in it. He put the mask back on me and directed me into the sling. He then put the headphones back on and screwed in a bottle of poppers to the hose. I was lost again within minutes. However this time I felt something different, he started to probe by ass with his fingers, pulling my hole apart and stretching it. It was very pliable on account of the poppers and loosened up very quickly. He then took off the blinders on the mask and the headphones. He then showed me his cock. It had about 15 piercings on it of varying sizes and he then leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I am about to make you something very special" I screamed into the mask as he put the blinders back on and the headphones. I then felt the cold tip of metal against my hole.

Part 5 It's been a week since that first breeding, the first couple of days were hard. My ass has been on fire, it hurt to move which honestly has not been too much of a problem since I've been inside a cage with very little ability to move. I've also had my hands closed in these glove type things and the headphones have been on my ears ever since too with the four phrases just repeating and repeating. "You live for cock, you live for cum, you live for master. You are a faggot." He only comes down to give me this goop that he says has all the nutrients a good faggot needs and water. He let's me out just to go to the bathroom once a day, I've stopped shitting so I guess the goop has been completely absorbed by my body. This has been my day to day for the last week until last night. He came down stairs to let me out and he took off the headphones and told me he has something special planned for tomorrow. He said he is having a couple friends come over to see me and what a good faggot I am. My cock immediately strains against my plastic cage. Maybe this audio is starting to have an effect on me. He then proceeds to tell me that they are a part of his support group at the hospital and that my faggot ass will truly be tested. He then led me over to a bench and pushed me over it. "I am putting this in you so all their cum will really take hold" as I felt a metal something push into me. I felt it scraping my insides as it stretched me out. I let out a whimper as he pushed it all the way in. He slapped me in face again for making a noise. "Now i am gonna leave you here for the rest of the night" he said as he shackled my arms and legs to bench, "and if I come down tomorrow and see that sheathed plug out of your hole there will be hell to pay. " and he walked upstairs after he put my headphones back on. It's now the next day and I feel like I've been in this position for ages. The headphones fell off in the middle of the night and I woke up to a knocking on the upstairs door. People must have been arriving for a while because I hear lots of laughter and footsteps upstairs. And i heard my master say, "you boys ready to see a true faggot?" And the door to my cellar opened up.

Part 4 Even though it was cold metal, my hole was in fire. He pushed in and I felt every piercing push into me. It felt like I was being torn open he then bottomed out and I let out a moan of relief. It didn't last long though he pulled all the way out again completely. I felt like I had just been zipped open. I tried to get out of the sling but he slapped me across the face and pushed me down. I felt the cold buckling of cuffs against my wrist and ankles. He then started to push into me again, each piercing grabbing at my hole and dragging across it. This time he slowly started to thrust. Even though I was loose I could still feel every piercing against my hole. He kept thrusting and I could feel my ass getting slippery, it dint hurt as much and his voice in my ears started to sooth me. I was living for his cock and his cum and was wanting him to unload in me, to get it over with but also to feel the warmth of his manliness in me. I felt my cock starting to strain against my plastic cock cage and I started to moan. SLAP He took the headphones off. "What did I say faggot!? No noises unless you have permission." And then he pulled out and slammed all the way in again. I tried not to scream and bit my tongue. I passed out. I woke up to him still fucking me , I don't know how long I was out but it was still going. He saw me come to and removed the headphones. "Good, I'm about to cum and you will be mine always. I have a secret." He then leaned down to my ear and whispered. "I've been poz for 4 years and have a med resistant strain, I just got the notice that I have full blown AIDS and it's all going into you." I screamed as he thrust into me one final time and I felt the warmth gush into me. As he came he told me I was a good faggot slut and now I can become who I was meant to be. He slipped out and I heard a splash, my ass had been leaking ass juices and a small bit of blood. I knew it would take and so did he. He leaned in once more and told me not to worry we weren't done yet. He opened my blinders and I saw him go to the closet in the corner and pulled out a gallon jug filled with yellowish white liquid. He told me he had been saving this for a very special occasion and had been it for 4 months. He told me it was his cum that he had saved. And then he grabbed a funnel and put the end of it into my ass. He again closed my blinders and replaced the headphones. "You live for cock, you live for cum, you live for master you are a faggot," and I felt the cool liquid line the insides of my gut, soothing the ripped flesh and saturating my entirety.

Part 2. Fake me agreed to meet at his place. He said that he had the perfect dungeon set up for a slut like me. It had a sling, a cage for him to keep me in, web cams set up through the room, a variety of toys, and cuffs shackled to the wall. Fake me loved it and told him I would be over the next day. I ended up blocking him on that profile after didn't show up. The very day I was supposed to meet him on my fake profile he messaged me on my real one. He wanted to meet irl and grab a drink at the local gay bar near his house. I was super apprehensive as I knew what kinks he was into but also I thought this might be the way to actually live out my fantasies. I agreed to meet him at 7 that night. I got myself ready and was out the door, ready to meet and hopefully have some fun after. I got to the bar and realized I was a little early so I grabbed a spot at that bar and got a vodka soda. After sitting for what seemed like an eternity I felt a hand on my back. It was him, and he was much older than I though he was. His eyes were sunken in, his face was gaunt and he was very skinny. However after a drink in me and being incredibly horny I didn't care. We got to talking and he grabbed the next round of drinks. After that I don't really remember what happened. I just remember him grabbing my thigh and whispering in my ear "I'm gonna finally have my fun with you johnny" and then I blacked out.

First let me say I am sorry for typos. I am writing this after everything happened. I am a 28 year old guy living in downtown Minneapolis. I am fairly decent looking, 6'ft brn hair and brn eyes, and a slim build. Think collegiate swimmer a couple years after graduation and that is my body type, not super muscular but not super fit anymore either. I don't know how to exactly start this story as it's still a blur to me but I think I'll start from where I think it all went wrong. I started catfishing in college, I found this guys photos online on reddit. He was a 10 out of 10, absolutely jacked and everything about him perfect. So I started to create an online persona with him. I called him johnny and he would live out my darkest fantasies. I would use a geospoofer and put him in new York or weho and made his user name something like "taking loads" it was hot I would make up a whole new life every new place he went. From being a trust fund kid, to a traveling salesman, he had the life all while taking loads. I also had my own actual profile that didn't get as many hits but was still fairly popular. I never thought anyone would collect the dots until I was catfishing in my home town. On my fake profile I had always had a conversation with this one guy who had a shit load of tattoos and I never saw his face but was always intriguing to me. He indulged my fantasies of being gangbanged, and having loads flooding out of my hole. One day he messaged me on my actual profile too. The conversation started off pretty normal. Him: hey man what's up Me: nm just staying inside and avoiding the cold lol. What about you? Him: about the same just chatting up some guys in the area This went on for about a week, messaging him both on my real and fake account. On my fake account I divulged how I wanted to always be flooded with cum, have no choice in what I was able to do and to be a true faggot. He always encouraged this and would set me tasks to do on my "travels." Things like collect ten loads before noon, go to a bathhouse and rent a room and be ass up for 2 hours, and so on. Finally he said he wanted to meet me (fake me) next time I was in town a d I agreed. Meanwhile he did the same to the real me but with out the slutty stuff. We talked about our interests in movies, food and so on. Little did I realize he was tracking my movements on my real account too.

DOUBLE CONVERSION Part 1 Rob was excited as he boarded his flight to New Orleans. He had really been looking forward to his week vacation and it was finally here. It was time for some non-stop drinking and sex. He knew of the cities’ reputation, and was ready to find some holes to sink his fat 8”cock into. It’s not that he had trouble getting serviced at home; after all he was a 6’2” masculine and muscular 32 year old stud. His dark hair, bright blue eyes and well defined muscles got him attention no matter where he went. Every day in the gym there were always guys staring as he worked out and afterwards in the showers of course He was sure it was no coincidence that whenever he showered at the gym that the locker room just happened to be full. He’d play the cock tease and put on a show as he soaped up his defined smooth body, careful to pay special attention to his big cock and balls and well defined ass. However, Rob was all top and he loved to dominate guys. The only thing that got near his ass was the tongue of the bottom that was servicing him at the time. At least in his mind it was degrading for the bottom to eat his ass so that made it hotter. He did have to admit that being rimmed felt great though and made him even harder when he ultimately slammed the bottom’s ass. Although his hometown was pretty good in size, the options to meet guys was somewhat limited. There were only two gay bars in town, one of which was populated mainly by older guys that weren’t his type. He liked younger guys with tight asses. That bar, Renegade, did however attract a lot of guys into leather which was a fetish of his. So he’d go occasionally find someone acceptable for a quick fuck and leave. He had been there enough that the regulars recognized his cocky attitude so it was getting harder to find a hole there. The other bar, Dreams, was more of a twink bar. Of course he got lots of attention there because of his looks but the guys there also recognized him and his reputation. It didn’t help that Rob was fond of taking pictures of guys taking his cock for his collection and those pics occasionally had been used as blackmail when Rob was horny and didn’t want to spend a lot of time finding a hole to fuck. Although he didn’t do drugs himself other than poppers, he did find that a little G and/or X slipped into the bottoms drink made them more willing to do what he wanted. It was especially useful in getting the bottoms to take his cock raw. Raw was the only way he’d fuck, condoms were too restrictive and the felling of his raw cock pounding a tight ass was just so exhilarating. Most of Rob’s conquests lately had been thru apps. There seemed to be a lot of guys looking for cock on the side. He also learned that pretending to be versatile got him more hookups. He never gave his ass up but it did get him the connection in the door and once the guy was zoned out on the drugs and fucked he could leave with his own ass intact. The problem with the apps was all the back and forth messaging that was usually required, Rob didn’t have the patience. A drive to the a nearby college town always resulted in him finding a hole to fuck but that 90 minute drive one way kept him from doing it too often. As Rob settled into his seat on the plane he realized he was hard. Damn he was horny, that asshole last night from Grindr stood him up and he needed to fuck someone. Even though it was a Thursday he was confident from what he had read he’d still get some action tonight in the French Quarter. He was so ready. The male flight attendant noticed his bulge and gave him a smile. Rob thought, “Another gay flight attendant what a surprise”. He had met his share of them that were on an overnight layover in town and were looking for cock on the internet. Most of the ones he had fucked seemed to have well used holes so he thought that probably was why they took the job in the first place.. He did like the NSA attitude they had though and it was always an easy fuck and go since they had to catch flights in the mornings. Although, there may have been a couple of times where they missed the flights because they got a bit too fucked up when Rob was using them. Rob’s attitude was “Oh well if they lost their jobs it’s their problem for being such cum dump whores”. Fortunately the flight had no delays and Rob quickly caught a cab from the airport to his hotel in the French Quarter. Once at the hotel he checked in and immediately changed into a pair of tight worn jeans some black boots and a leather vest. He was ready, his cock was ready! He looked in the mirror, damn he looked hot. That coupled with the fact that he was fresh meat here in New Orleans meant in his mind that he’d get his rocks off soon. He was out the door and on his way to Rawhide. He made a couple of stops along the way to at the bars serving alcohol to the street. By the time he reached Rawhide he had already had 3 beers and was feeling slightly buzzed and very horny. The bar wasn’t packed but it being only 10 p.m. he was sure it would pick up. All eyes were on him, the “fresh meat” theory was certainly true here. His ass was grabbed a couple of times, guess it was time to assert himself as a TOP. Rob made a conscious effort to focus on assess, pat them, grope them, stare at them – surely people would notice what he was interested in. He also casually mentioned to a couple guys standing next to him t at the bar that he was hoping to find a raw bottom to take his load tonight. As the crowd grew he figured it was time to head to the back, he knew from what he read on the internet, that there was likely some action going on back there. Besides he had to piss like a racehorse as he was now on his 6th beer. Here’s where all the people went Rob thought as he pushed his way thru the sweaty bodies and made his way to the urinal. He unfastened his jeans, unzipped and pulled out his cock to let it flow. There were a lot of eyes watching so he thought he’d put on a little show so he stroked his cock a few times to harden it up and shook the last drops of piss off it. Almost immediately, a hand grabbed his cock and started slowly stroking it, someone behind him started nibbling on his neck and another pair of hands played with his nipples. Soon a bottle of poppers appeared under his nose and Rob took a couple of deep huffs. The hand on his cock had been replaced by a mouth which soon began to deep throat his full 8 inches. He was in heaven, but because he was so horny he shot his load deep down the unknown cocksucker’s throat within 15 minutes. He tried to fasten his jeans but he was led to another room cramped with guys and another mouth began to massage his cock. Over in the corner he saw a guy bent over a sink being fucked. The whole room was full of the scent of sweat, poppers and sex. OMG he was ready to cum again. “This place is amazing!!!” After he came the second time someone else was ready to suck his cock. Yeah that would be nice, Rob thought but the site of the guy in the corner getting fucked gave him other ideas. He glanced down slightly and saw a nice plump lily white ass pointed at him, he reached out and fingered the hole . It was wet and lubed so Rob pulled his cock out of the sucker’s mouth and plunged it into the hole in front of him.. The guy in front was caught by surprise to be impaled so suddenly by such a big fat cock and started to call out but Rob soon muffled his mouth with this hand. There were so many people in the room and there was nowhere to go. The guy was soon whimpering.as Rob aggressively pounded his ass while other fed him poppers and groped him all over. Rob’s third load was shot deep in up the assaulted ass and as Rob pulled out another stepped up to fuck the bottom using Rob’s cum as lube. Rob turned and his cock was cleaned by yet another awaiting cocksucker. After all this action Rob needed to piss again but there was nowhere to go. He couldn’t hold it so just started pissing down the throat of his current cocksucker. Wow, Rob thought this was hot, he’d never tried WS. “I’ll have to add that to my repertoire” he thought to himself. Rob eventually go out of the backroom and feeling exhausted left the bar and made his way back home. As he lay on the bed in his room he was grinning ear-to-ear. New Orleans was just as he had hoped and it was only the first day of his trip. He’d have to stop by one of the leather shops he had read about in the morning and check out some new gear and maybe some equipment for his basement. This was going to be a fantastic trip.

Yesterday I got a text message from a married (to a woman) bottom fuck buddy which read - Fuck buddy - "I need your cum so bad" Me - "When do you want bred?" Fuck buddy - " Noon work? Also have a fantasy I want to talk about" Me - "See you at noon and you can tell me then" My fuck buddy, like always, showed up right at noon. He pulled into my drive with is truck and came right in and up to my room. I was in bed watching some ht bareback porn stroking my cock. He immediately strips down and starts sucking my cock. After about 10 minutes of sucking I asking what his fantasy was that he referred to in his text. He told me that he has always wanted to take a poz load of cum up his hole. I asked if he was on PReP. His responded that he wasn't and didn't want to be. Said it would ruin the fantasy and the thrill for him. He asked if I knew anyone that could fulfill that fantasy for him. I said I may know a couple guys. That got him horny for my cock. He reached over grabbed the lube and lubed up my cock and his hole up. He got on the edge of the bed and I stood up a slide in deep inside his hungry hole. His ass felt like pure heaven!!! This guy likes to get fucked hard and rough and that is exactly what he got. After about 15 minutes of edging my cock in his ass I asked what he wanted. He shout out that he wanted me to blow my load deep in his married ass. I then said to him - "You want my poz seed in your hole slut?" His eyes immediately opened wide and this look of pure lust came over him. Befoer he had a chance to reply I blew my load deep in his hole!!! After we came down from our climaxes he asked me if I was just feeding his fantasy or if I was really breeding him with poz cum. When I told him that he has been taking poz cum since I took his virgin hole over a year and a half ago he immediately got hard and asked if I could fuck some more. I ended up giving him 2 more poz loads and I realized that his inner pig had been unleashed. During the second and third times he kept begging for my poz loads and telling me to fill him with my special seed. After he had left I got a text message from him which read - "Free again this week? I need more of that special seed in me because I truly am a cum pig now" Yes he will be getting bred a lot more now!!!!

Tommy grabbed my hand and led me back to the table with the rest of the guys...Where have you been Spence, getting lucky...with that all the guys started chuckling except for me...I stayed for maybe another hour or so and decided to head home...It's been a long day...Driving home, I kept thinking about Randy and our time together..I pulled into my apartment around midnight....I got undressed and got into bed both my mind and my cock were thinking about Randy, I couldn't help wondering how big his cock his, was it think, was it uncut....I started massaging my cock and fantasizing about being naked with him., I shot the most incredible load it hit my chin... I was having the most incredible dream as I was laying in bed dreaming i kept hearing a phone ring, finally after the fourth ring I realized it was my phone. I grabbed it and mumbled Helloo...On the other end was my mom, Spence did I wake you? it's 10am are you still in bed? I continued chatting with my mom for about 20 minutes and hung up the phone....As I was laying back in bed my cock started thinking of Randy and back to my dream, as I was getting into the moment my damn phone rang again. I answered roughly HELLO, then I heard the voice on the other end say my arent we grouchy in the morning, it was Tommy....his first question was did i interrupt you, who are you with? did you bring someone home with you? I answered and said NO I am by myself....um yea Tommy said and then started asking what are my plans for the day...We made plans to hang out at the pool around 11 and Tommy was going to bring over some beverages to enjoy the morning... As we were laying by the pool chatting my mind went back to my conversation with my mom, what did she mean I need to get a job for the summer..I thought i would do what i did last year and enjoy my summer with my friends and go tube down the salt river....

Although I knew the bar wouldn't likely shift, I was trying not to move too much as I was so horny that I could see myself shaking down the house in my determination to back-up on that cock. The cock felt great and the poppers kept me high and the adrenaline of the situation kept me going. There was so much wrong with this but I didn’t care at that point. Frank and Steve called to Patrick from the kitchen. “Sorry, they need me. When Andy gets back tell him it will be about fifteen minutes till dinner is ready then you guys can come eat. I’ll leave you alone till then. I hope he isn’t too long” I heard my boyfriend say, as, ever the gracious host him got up from the bar. I had to keep from screaming when Nick pulled his monster out of ass, partly because it hurt and partly because it left me feeling so…vacant. I grabbed the bottle of poppers to see if there was any still in it, which thankfully there was, although not very much and slid out from my position under the bar. It’s funny that you never notice how uncomfortable a position really is until you try to leave it. Once out from under the bar I hit the floor, bottle under my nose, ass in the air, turned around looked at Nick begged him to fuck me again. He didn’t take much begging but it was a big turn on to do so. In no time at all he had that monster back inside me and was fucking me as hard and fast as he could with his full length. And I thought the previous fucking was good, man could this guy move. Drunk, poppered, and getting plowed by a poz stud with a huge cock, one load in me and another on the way all while my boyfriend and his Dad and Uncle were in the next room. I moaned in pleasure. “You like this big dick fucking you?” “Yes sir, I sure do, please don’t stop.” “You heard I’m poz?” I took another deep breath from the poppers, “Yes,” was all I could moan in response. He pushed me hard into the floor driving his cock as deep into me as he could grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as far as he could. “You want another poz load in that hole?” Again I moaned yes. “Yeah I know you do. I’m working on it baby. I’m gonna fuck so much cum into you. Does your boyfriend know you’re a bottom cum slut? That’s what you are now, a dirty poz cum slut?” He whispered harshly into my hear while driving that cock in and out of my ass. “You want this load? You want me to breed you? You want me to infect that ass don’t you?” The only answer the pleasure and the poppers would allow me to answer was yes. Yes. YES! God, I wanted him to blow another load into me and keep on fucking. I never wanted his dick to leave my hole. It seemed so perfect, his god-like body fucking me with that beautiful cock forever. The intoxication of the moment was almost too much. His poz load would fill my guts until I too was infected and he would just keep fucking me. The virus would ravage my body and all the while he would be fucking me. When our bodies were old and dead the sexual momentum we has spent the time building would carry on for eternity and he would always be spilling his precious seed into me. Yes I wanted him to fill me again. And just like that I was cumming. I opened my mouth to scream the climax was so intense but it was instantly covered by his rough hand. “You asked for it baby, here it comes.” His body slammed into me again and again as he climaxed and came dumping shot after shot of cum into my hole. I was shaking from the chill, from the orgasm, from the poppers I’d been sniffing for entirely too long, from knowing I had just begged a poz man to fill me with his load, from know that I enjoyed it way too much. He lay on top of me. I could still feel every inch of him in me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and I could feel his cock throbbing with every heartbeat. What a fuck! After a moment he got up and ordered me to clean his dick off, which I did happily. I put his dick in my mouth and sucked off the cum and ass juice. His cock tasted like fuckin' heaven. Once satisfied that it was clean he put it away and picked up his drink and left to go to the kitchen to join the other guys. I took a few deep breaths and staggered upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. I had cum on my stomach from shooting my load and I would need to clean out my ass. Remembering the cum I starting fingering it into my mouth on my way up the stairs, thinking god I love the taste of cum. Having eaten all my cum on the way, when I got to the bathroom I grabbed a rag to wet and wipe the stickiness from my stomach and was about to use the bathroom when Patrick popped his head in asking "You okay?" "Yes, I'm fine, I just need to freshen up." He entered the bathroom, closed the door, kissed me, and proceeded to help me with my disheveled hair. “No more drinks for you until after dinner” he said, giving me that ‘what am I going to do with you look’. He kissed me again, grabbed my hand and led me down stairs to the dining room for dinner. Nick was grinning from ear-to-ear as I sat down, oh so slowly. It wasn’t until I was actually seated that I realized that since Patrick decided to visit me in the bathroom I never got a chance to clean out my ass. I was so nervous about keeping his cum inside me. What kind of person wants poz cum inside his ass? That’s just wrong. It was the poppers and the alcohol. But it did feel good having it in there. Then, amid the chatter of the guys, I heard Patrick say to me “Oh, after we eat me, Dad and Uncle Steve want to go see the new Harry Potter movie at the theater. Since I know you have no interest in that stuff, and Nick doesn’t either, I thought the two of you could keep each other company.”

Where were you when you got your last load? If you're a top, where were you when you gave your last load? For me, it was in my bedroom during a 1 on 1 hookup with a black fuck bud. And of course the load went up the ass.

When you are a size queen like me, you just cant say no to a big cock-- not even a toxic one that might give you HIV. Now I'd been barebacking for awhile, but i aleays looked for neg guys-- or at least guys who lied and said they were neg. But its hard to find negative barebackers- and i really like raw cock. Well, i found this one guy's profile on BBRT enticing, so I started chatting with him. His profile said he was "huge and uncut"-- so I just had to find out more! His profile also said "ask me" under status. Of course he was Poz--- but he also proclaimed to have a 9x7 piece of meat. We chatted off and on for a few months anD exchanged pics, there was always some reason not to hook up-- besides my overall fear of him being positive an having a cock that would rip me open. One night, after I had a few beers, I found myself on BBRT and feeling incredibly horny for a fuck. And big cock stud was on. And he IM'd me. Him: you lookin? Me: yeah. I need to get fucked bad Him: you finally gonna let me breed that sweet hole? Me: will you go easy on me? Him: yeah-- I know I'm big. Don't worry Him: and you're ok with Poz? Me: would you pull out if I asked? Him: yeah- I can cum either way Me: yeah, I think we should do this Him: can we film it? Just for us. I like to rewatch my fucks later Me: as long as you don't post the video anywhere Him: cum on over. Bring poppers He gave me the address which was only a couple miles away. And soon I found myself knocking on his door. I was met by a thin, wiry daddy guy, in his 50's and a bit shorter than me. He ushers me in and leads me to his basement which could best be described as seedy. Ratty carpet, bad panelling, a threadbare plaid sofa, empty liquor bottles and full ashtrays everywhere. We go to the couch and sit. I'm nervous as hell, but the porn is playing and it gives me something to watch. Seeing my hesitation, he pulls off his shorts... Holy fuck. That cocknof his flopped out and I was mesmerized. It was every bit as impressive in person. Moreso actually. Thick as my wrist, especially in the middle, with all this extra foreskin hanging off the tip. He was also flopping yo about mid-thigh And he wasn't even fully hard yet! "Why don't you suck it for starters?" he suggests. I knelt and tried to work that monster as best I could, but at my best I could only fit about half of it in my mouth. So I mainly concentrated on his skin-- tonguing it for all I was worth. Pretty soon he was all full mast and so was I. "You ready to get the fuck of your life?" I nodded yes. He led me over to his desk area and his computer. He fired up the computer's camera and started recording. Then he pushed me down and had me suck some more and get him good and hard and wet. While I sucked he talked up a storm-- giving me feedback, telling me how it felt, what to do. Then he asked me if my ass was ready. He stood me up and squirted lube on his massive cock, then he had me lube my ass. He spun me around and had me brace against the panelled wall while he rubbed his fat cock head against my crack. "You might wanna hit them poppers about now," he suggested. So I did. My alcohol buzz mixed with the fresh poppers sent me soaring and the next thing I knew he was using short quick thrusts to work his head into my ass. It felt in-fucking-credible! While he slowly worked deeper, he kept up a steady litany of "Yeah, open that ass up-- take my big ol Poz cock in that pussy!". Stuff like that. I kept hitting the poppers hard, but it didn't help much when he got to the thickest part of his tool. "Whoa! Damn that's thick-- I can't take it all," I told him. "Okay," he said, then he grabbed my hips and shoved violently into my hole. I screamed in pain and tried to get away, but he had me pinned to the wall by that giant prong of his. I know I was whimpering a lot, but he didn't care. He told me to just do more poppers. "I know it hurt- but it was for the best. Trust me, yours wasn't the first tight ring I've had to bust. Besides, When I promised you the fuck of your life, I kinda meant of your death too." And then he started really fucking me. Okay, I admit the pain of him ripping past by sphincter sucked, but what his cock did inside my body was nothing short of amazing. The fat part of his cock steamrolled my prostate with every thrust, and the knob of his cockhead kept popping up into my Colon with every thrust. I could feel him poking so deep in me-- deeper than any cock or toy had ever been. It hurt... Deliciously. "Yeah boy! Take that Poz cock! Wrecking your guts with my dick of death! You love taking this Poz meat, doncha boy?" And I did. He probably drilled me for about 15 or 20 minutes solid- and by the end I was fully bent over, bracing my hands on that wall and pushing back into him. And he was fucking me with every inch-- coming out just so the head was in, then slamming back in. My cock was drooling precum everywhere. "What's your status, boy? You neg?" "Yes sir," I managed to get out between grunts. "You know I'm Poz, right?" "Yeah..." "Well, I'm getting close, boy-- where you want my load?" The poppers and alcohol (and the amazing cock) had done their trick. "Don't stop fucking me!" I heard myself beg. "Well Here it cums boy! Here it.... Fuuuuuuuuuck yeah! Breeding your neg cunt with my toxic seed! Take my dirty load bitch!" When he started shooting, he planted his cock as hard and as deep as he could. He also had one of those spongier cocks that really swells and pulses as it cums, so I felt every shot of his venom jizz up inside my colon. Then I came-- all over the panelling and that nasty carpet. I didn't even touch myself, my orgasm just... Happened. He stayed inside me for a few minutes, slowly thrusting and withdrawing his meat. Working his load into my guts. Which is exactly what he said while doing it. Eventually he did what felt like the longest pullout I have ever felt, and his dong popped out with a wet plop. Them he turned off the video and we cleaned up and got dressed. He showed me bits of our "movie"--- damn, it WAS hot seeing that much cock wrecking my butt! He promised to email me a copy for my enjoyment. "And this is just for us, right? No posting online?" "Don't worry," he told me. A couple weeks later I got sick-- and I knew. Sure enough, my next HiV test confirmed it. I Tried looking For big cock daddy online, but I almost never saw him on. I emailed several times, but months went by and I never got that copy. Evidently it was "too big" to email. And when he was online, we could never find a time to repeat the fuck do I could get a disc. Then one day I got an email from an acquaintance of mine (a friend of a good friend) and I though "how unusual" for him to contact me. In his email he sent me a video link and said I should watch it. It was for some bugchaser or bug share website.... My heart stopped. Damn if it wasn't our video, right out there in the public domain. You could see my face, me sucking his cock, me taking hom raw... I sorta freaked out a bit, to be honest. Then I watched the whole thing while jacking off. It a fucking hot clip! He had edited it down some for time, but you could hear me basically beg him for his toxic load and then there he was knocking me up with it. Evidently lots of guys liked it because it got a 5 star review and had been watched several thousand times. Plus there were comments posted like "I love how that bugchaser begged for you to breed his cunt!". Stuff like that. Although the site where the video was originally posted is gone, I still run into our video now and again on dirtier sites. And it always reminds me of the fuck of my life. And my death.

My Boy Wanted BIG Dicks - Chapter 1. My boy and I fuck as often as we can. We have great sex, even if it can seem like the ‘spark’ is gone sometimes. He nearly always bottomed for me, raw, of course, and he could take all of my cock like a champ, but I sensed he wanted something more. One night, as I was pounding his hole, he reached back and slid a finger into his hole next to my thrusting cock. He moaned and pulled out his finger. I quickly replaced it with mine, and soon had three fingers inside his hole along with my cock. I used my other hand to grab my phone off the bedside table and took a few sexy pics. The extra girth had him whimpering like a bitch in heat. That sent me over the edge, and I bred him deep. When I pulled my cock out, I kept working my cummy fingers into his hole, more puffy and stretched than I’d seen it in a long time. We swung back and forth from having an open relationship at times to relatively monogamous. It seemed to me like it was time to find something bigger for my boy to get stuffed with. I realized that if I didn’t do it for him / with him, he’d do it without me. The next day, after work, I stopped by an adult bookstore where in the past I had often sucked cock through a glory hole. On this occasion, however, I was after a cock ring to plump my dick up, and, who knows, perhaps find a big-dicked stud to bring home with me to open my boy’s hole up. I found a cock ring that looked promising; it was chrome and looked as if it would fit snugly around my cock and balls. I paid for it, as he gave me the change, the cashier smiled at me, offering to show me how to put it on. I accepted his invitation and and followed him to a video booth in the back. He left the door behind him slightly cracked and started to pull down his track pants. Out plopped a nice plump seven-inch dick with some big low-hanging balls. He lifted his nutsack, and I could see he was wearing the same cock ring. He unzipped my trousers and fished out my dick. My cock does the job if it is only average. He smirked at me and whispered, "I can see why you’d like a little… enhancement." I chuckled as he unhooked my belt and shoved my pants and underwear down to my ankles. "The trick," he continued, "is to put it on before you get really hard." He slid the ring over my cock and then fished one and then the other nut through the opening. As soon as I had it on, he swiveled me around so I was facing the wall. He grabbed my hips so my ass was ripe for fucking. He spit on his plump dick and slapped it against my ass a few times. I wanted to feel that big dick opening me up, so I grabbed my cheeks and spread my ass wide. He worked three spit-slick fingers into me at the same time. I yowled, but let him keep going until that silky hardness of thick cock sunk into me. It had been so long since I had been fucked that I was super tight. He leaned over me and grunted into my ear "You like getting raw-fucked with that big cock?" I nodded and grunted back at him. He pounded me until he was close and then pulled out, plopping down on the bench and pulling me down, spearing my loosened hole. I bounced up and down until he grabbed my shoulders so my ass was a few inches above his balls and pistoned into me. "I don’t pull out until I cum. Hope you’re okay with that." "FUCK YES!" I shouted, as he picked him his pace, and slammed into me a few final times. I knew he had shot his load deeper into me that I had ever bred my boy. He lifted me off of his cock and had me clean it off. That juicy cock stayed hard thanks to the cock ring, and I licked off his seed and my tangy tinny ass juice. I wondered if he had ripped me up a little. He stood up and pulled his track pants back over that glorious cock and simply walked out. It looked like an anaconda in his pants as he sauntered out. I was still squatting on the filthy floor of the booth when I saw a cock come through the hole in the wall. I sucked it down my throat, less girth and shorter than the cashier's, but still impressive. I notice a spade sign tattooed onto his crotch just at the base of his cock. I kissed it. Once I got that cock slicked up, I turned around and back onto it, swallowing it into my cummy asshole. My unseen buddy held his balls against the hole and let me fuck myself onto it. I heard him grumble, "Gonna cum, dude. You want my load in your ass?" I didn’t answer, but kept bouncing up and down until I heard him squeal and pushed back as he bred my guts. I pulled off and swallowed his cock down to the root, licking our combined wetness and swallowing it. He pulled back and stuck his mouth against the hole. "Your cock, man. I wanna suck your cock." I obliged and stuck my straining dick through the hole. He gulped and slurped until I lost my load down his throat. He swallowed it all like a champ, lustily licking his lips and gurgling as he stood up. I had an idea, and grabbed one of my business cards out of my pocket and thrust it through the hole. He took it and laughed, "We’ll be in touch." I felt more horny than ever, and was still hard. I decided it was time to get home to my boy. On the way out, I slipped my card to the cashier as well. He asked if I wanted a repeat performance, and I replied "I’d love to watch you breed my boy." "You pimping his hole out? He cute?" I showed him pics on my phone of me and my boy, some clothed and some naughty, one of my raw cock in his hole alongside my fingers. "You think he’d like my big raw dick?" I nodded and he handed me his phone to enter my number. "I’ll be in touch," he commented as I headed towards the door. I drove home, feeling those two loads oozing out of my ass. When I got home, my boy was naked, ass up in the bed. I was still wearing the cock ring, and squeezed out some seed from my ass into my hand. I worked it up and down my plump shaft and slapped it against his ass. As I did so, I saw a glob of cum work its way out. "You been fucked?" He nodded, still face down. "Was he hung?" "Like a fucking horse," he moaned into the pillow. "And you let him breed you?" He nodded again. "He NEG?" I asked, already about to blow my load. He hesitated, so I made him answer by shoving my cummy cock into his freshly-bred hole. I asked again, "IS HE NEG?’" "I didn’t ask." He moaned as I fucked him, and then turned his head around, reaching for my cock. "You feel different. Thicker. Plumper." I pulled out to show him the cock ring, slapped his ass with my dick, and diving back in, rocking my hips against his ass, pile-driving his slutty hole. Then I told him what I’d been up to. "I just took two loads at the bookstore Didn’t ask if they were NEG either." "FUUUUUUCK," he groaned into the pillow as I added "I lubed your hole with their loads." "UM HMMMM," he groaned. "So you've got three loads in your ass, and you’re about to get your fourth!" With that I bred him as deeply as I could, although admittedly not as deeply as either of the guys who had bred me at the bookstore. I pulled out and flopped down on the bed next to him. "Did you really get fucked at the bookstore?" I nodded. "Shit. I just jerked off earlier and fingered my own load into my ass to be ready for you." I laughed, thinking he was joking, but then I realized he wasn’t kidding. He knew I wasn’t either when he reached back and fingered my ass, which was still juicy and leaking seed. He brought his cummy fingers to his lips and licked them. I was still hard and he grabbed my dick, pulled me up and onto my knees, shoving my face into the pillow. He ate my ass, gobbling up as much cum as he could before slamming his face against mine, as we kissed those loads back and forth. I reached for my phone to get a pic of our cummy satisfied slutty faces and saw that there was a text. It read: ROBBY HERE. THE CLERK. U WANT ANOTHER LOAD TONIGHT? HOW ABOUT UR BOY? I CAN BREED YOU BOTH. HOPE U DON’T MIND POZ CUM. I showed it to my boy, who grinned, and grabbed the phone. He texted our address back, followed up with: WE’RE READY NOW. CUM BREED US.

It was about the second week of June when my friend Tommy announced that he's going back home for the summer. His parents will be traveling through Europe and he needs to watch the house and his siblings...it's a Saturday night and what am i going to do? I thought about going to the usual hangout but why, most of my friends are out of town....I thought for a minute hey I should check out the Bum Steer, i've always wanted to go there but my friends always disapproved...Well since im by myself this weekend i thought about going there...So I got dressed up in the usual preppy look and headed to the Bum Steer...The parking lot was busy but i soon found a spot..My stomach as in notches as I got out of the car, i started to have second thoughts......I figured I would never know what this place is like unless i go inside...So i walked in the door and looked around it was filled with biker types, bears, and rough necks......I was there maybe 15 minutes until i heard this voice from the bar saying HEY TWINK ARE YOU LOST, THIS AINT YOUR TYPE OF BAR GO BACK TO PRESTONS...I started to head towards the door and leave until I saw him. There he was standing by the pool table with his friends...What do i do? Do I go up to him? Do I leave? I was filled with so many questions. Finally i made up my mind to go over to him, except he wasn't there......DAMN I missed my opportunity....I was about to leave until I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned around and it was Randy. it's Spencer right? Yea that's me....What are you doing here? this isnt your type of club? I told him I thought i would check out this place....Randy laughed and said well it's not Prestons, that's for sure...Here ill show you around and introduce you to some of my friends, he grabbed my hand and led me over to his friends... His friends were nice, different than my group of friends that can be chatty. As we were talking Randy slid is hand inside my pants and started fingering my hole. I dont know if if was the thought of his finger playing around my fuck hole or his group of friends dressed in leather that got me sporting a huge boner. One of the guys Rock asked me if was enjoying myself and would be sticking around for the fun after the bar closes...I said sure I dont have anything going on tomorrow and i really wanted to spend more time with Randy. Rock just smiled and said we will have more fun later and with that he handed me another drink. It was about 1:45am when the bartender yelled out LAST CALL. Soon the bar started emptying out. Soon there were only about 12 of us including Randy and myself left in the bar. Rock proceeded to open up the door that led to the back room and guided us all into the room. Randy grabbed my hand, kissed me and said he's so glad i was here. I told him I was glad to be here to and to be with him. As we got into the room, Randy started undressing me and soon I was there standing in my whitie tighities. I felt kind of naked and embarassed....But as I looked around most of the other guys were naked and making out. I felt so turned on I started undressing Randy and when i pulled down his underwear he had the most beautiful cock it was long, thick and uncut with nice low hanging balls...Above his cock on his stomach was the most unusual tattoo, I couldnt make out the design but i thought I had seen it somewhere...I couldnt help myself i started licking at the head of the cock and started sucking on it taking the whole cock inside my mouth. As I looked up I saw Randy's eyes as he smiled and grabbed the back of my head. He slowly started fucking my mouth, he had the most incredible cock. I couldnt wait to have it inside of me...As I was sucking Randy's cock I was wondering if I had any condoms in my wallet or if the bar had any in the room. Soon I felt Randy's hands pull me to my feet and he looked into my eyes and said Spence that was incredible and he kissed me. While he was kissing me his hands were grabbing my ass and his finger was making his way to my hole as he started sticking it in and out....He pulled away and said I want so bad to fuck you tonight. I want to fuck you in the sling. I looked at him and said the what?? I had no idea what a sling was. He pointed over to the corner and there it was hanging from the ceiling. My eyes went back to his and I smiled at him.

I want a man to exploit my cunt with a total focus on his own pleasure. He uses me as a vagina substitute when he doesn’t have easy access to an adequate female, or for variety if he doesn’t get to fuck her throat and rectum or get nasty with her. I much prefer that his seed has been proven potent by successful impregnatiions (though I don’t care if they’re children; studs get credit for abortions, too). Whether he thinks of himself as normal or admits to a little bisexuality, he should be pumping his loads into fertile wombs regularly. Raw vaginal access is a fundamental measure of male power.

Can't wait until my hung Top takes me to Mr. S in SF and has me fitted for a chastity device...then whores me out to the staff!! Absolutely LUV cock and seed!!!!!!!!! Oink!!

God to a sauna, or sex club or bar with a darkroom! You'll get tons of loads.

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Part 2 Frozen to the spot with my ass on fire and hurting I couldn't think straight, part of me had enjoyed being held down and fucked, the flip side saw it as a violation and an unprovoked act. Gary stood there and licked his lips "As good as I suspected it would be." he said, turning he sauntered out of the kitchen. I went up to my room and locked the door behind me and sat on the bed. My cock was still hard as the thoughts played over in my mind, his body laying on top of me and the feeling of his orgasm as he pumped his load deep in me caused my cock to spasm and release my load inside my jogging bottoms. I stretched out back on bed heaving as the wetness from my load soaked through my joggers and trickled down between my balls as I drifted off to sleep. Woken at 11pm by Andy coming home I got up off the bed and stripped naked and climbed under the duvet and went back to sleep, it was a very rough night of sleep. Between the thoughts of Gary and my sore ass I tossed and turned, made several trips to the bathroom as Gary's seed was seeping out. As I wiped my ass I noticed some pinkish streaks but thought nothing more of it, eventually I drifted off to sleep only to be woken again by my alarm at 6am. Fortunately I usually left work before either of them surfaced, stepping on the metro to the office I was conscious that somehow I looked different to the eyes of the world this morning as I took my seat in the regular spot. As I did so two guys took the seat opposite me and nodded as a good morning to me. I put my earphones in and drifted off in to my world listening to my music. I kept noticing that one of the guys opposite me was looking constantly at me, his eyes darting to the window if I looked over. He looked to be in his early 30's and I could tell by his tight shirt he packed quite a bit of muscle in his arms, I could also make out the outline of a tribal tattoo running down his left shoulder and arm. Inwardly smiling to myself thinking he was pretty dam hot. 20 minutes had passed quickly and I was sat at my office desk, still feeling a little discomfort down below the hours went by slowly up to midday. I went to the gym round the block from my office which was usually quiet at lunchtimes, I didn't feel up to doing to much workout so decided to hit the weight room. As I was finishing my first rep a guy offered to spot for my second, I said thank you but I am okay as I looked up at him I could see the tattoo clearly and his very defined torso. I just layed there looking at him until he introduced himself as Dan and continued that he sees me on the metro every day. I did the usual courtesy thing and introduced myself as Josh, he took the bench across from me only to be consciously aware he was looking at me, I only managed 2 more rep's as I felt a little embarrassed so decided to hit the shower and grab some lunch. That afternoon my mind kept wandering to Dan and how fit he looked staring down at me, in any other circumstance I would have been at such a disadvantage laying on the bench while he stood over me. I stood on the platform waiting for the metro home when a voice behind me said hello Josh, I turned to see Dan and greeted him as the metro pulled in. I stepped on board and Dan followed behind me, all the seats were taken so I stood at the end of the carriage in between the luggage racks and toilets. Dan stood close up next to me then bumped against me as the metro pulled away from the station. I felt a stirring in my groin and did something out of the ordinary by grabbing his arm as the metro jolted again, I looked at him and apologised to be rewarded by a very sexy smile. "Bumpy ride." he said as he moved towards the toilet door and his eyes looking intently at me, he opened the door and motioned me to follow him. I hesitated and had a look round but everyone was minding their own business so I took a couple of steps towards the door tentatively. My mind racing telling me this was a risky move but my desire was winning and letting all my inhibitions slip away. His arm grabbed mine and pulled me inside as he closed and locked the door behind me, pushing me up against the wall with his body and pinning my arms above my head his face moved in quick as he planted his mouth over mine. Natural instinct caused my mouth to part as I felt his tongue dive inside my mouth seeking my tongue. A fire raged in my body as he gave me the most passionate deep french kiss I ever experienced, releasing my arms he wrapped his around my body and neck continuing this deep long kiss. I was brought back to the real world as the familiar jolt shunt jolt of the metro told me it was approaching my stop. Breaking free from the clinches of his arms and mouth he knew this was my stop coming up. "Really that was perfection." he whispered and grabbed my hand rubbing it against his crotch, there was no mistaking that he packed a pretty hefty sized cock judging by how hard he was. I tried to compose myself and unlocked the door and pulling it open slightly to check no one was outside, I slipped out through the door and to the exit waiting for the metro to stop. My heart was doing palpitations at what just happened, people were now moving and waiting behind me as the doors slid open and I stepped on to the platform. Walking towards the station exit I looked in the window to see Dan sat there smiling and winking at me, I smiled and continued my walk home.

Part 3 Rob had worked up a thirst after that last fuck; it was time to check out another bar. That was another great thing about the French Quarter; the bars were always open and you could actually walk down the street with a drink in your hand. He didn’t usually start drinking this early in the day but he was on vacation after all. Alcohol never really seemed to affect Rob’s ability to get rock hard and fuck as long as he didn’t get all shit-faced drunk. He was confident that he could pace himself and be able to keep drinking all day. On a day like today, Rob was happy to find an open bar stool underneath a ceiling fan and close to the open front of the building. This was a perfect view of the street and he also was on display basically for anyone that passed by. “Welcome, my name is Jesse, what can I get you to drink?” “Hey man, my name is Rob; give me a Jack and Coke”. Rob was pleasantly surprised, the bartender Jesse was a masculine looking guy with a nice ass and defined body. Rob detected a few tattoos and could see the nipple rings under his tight T-shirt so Jesse was a little rougher looking than the guys he typically fucked but he’d make an exception in this case. He did get the impression that Jesse was probably another one of those gays that try to pawn themselves off as versatile but in reality was a slutty bottom. He could tell by the way Jesse carried himself. In Rob’s mind, you were either a bottom destined to suck cock, get fucked and just be used or you were a Top like himself. Guys were just fooling themselves if they thought there was something in between. “Here you go Rob, where you visiting from?” asked Jesse as he slid Rob his drink on the bar. “Ohio, is it that obvious I am a visitor?” Jesse just smiled and said “Well I have worked here for a long time and pretty much recognize the locals. Right now there are six locals in here and including you, eight visitors.” “It is also obvious that you aren’t used to this heat and humidity based on the way your tank is clinging to your pecs and the way those shorts are sticking to your ass cheeks and crotch”. Rob was a little taken back by how direct Jesse was speaking. Two can play at that game he thought. “Well then can you also tell who is a Top and who is bottom? What is my position?” Jesse started laughing, “Easy, we bartenders have to be observant here in the Big Easy. It’s obvious from the way you have basically checked out ass since the minute you sat down, including mine, that you are all Top”. Rob just grinned and nodded, this guy was good. Jesse continued, “I’m sorry to disappoint you though, I’m also a Top. It’s why I like to work this shift, it gives me time to make connections and then play all night”. Rob raised his glass, “A toast to stalking your prey” and with that chugged down the rest of his drink. Almost immediately Jesse poured another drink and placed it in front of Rob. Jesse motioned over his right shoulder “This drink, as well as the first, is compliments of the two guys over there by the cash register, they ordered them for you the minute you walked into the place”. Rob looked up and nodded but made no further eye contact with the strangers. He leaned in and whispered to Jesse “I can do better than that, it’s going to take more than buying me drink or two for those old queen cocksuckers to get in my shorts”. Jesse was not surprised by the comment at all. He also was not surprised as Rob turned slightly toward the two men and slightly flexed his arms while casually running his hands across his chest and pinching his nipples until they hardened and strained against the damp material of his shirt. He then turned his back to the men and looked out to the street for something more worthy of his attention. It did feet good to sit out the sun, casually drink and be lusted after by all the bottoms in the bar. It was the way things should be. When Jesse came back to refill his drink, Rob commented “ There seems to be a lot of activity in this bar for this time in the afternoon and I seem to be in a good spot as they all walk by me wiggling their asses to check me out up close and try to get my attention”. “You do seem to be drawing them into the place“, replied Jesse with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “ Maybe you should be splitting your tips with me with all the business I am bringing you. Don’t worry man, there is plenty of bottom prey here to divide between us” chuckled Rob as he raised his hand to high-five the bartender. It was at the moment that Rob’s phone vibrated indicating he had a message. He actually had several notifications from his cruising apps. Some of them must have come through earlier when he was plowing that tourist in the hotel room. An evil grin spread across his face as he thought about the fun he had using his cock to tear open” what’s-his-name’s” hole. Rob quickly scanned the responses to his profile postings to see if there was anything of interest. There were several from BBRT but the latest post from A4A is what caught his attention. According to the Geo-location feature, the cocksucker was only a few feet away. The pic didn’t show his ass but the face wasn’t bad. He had nice thick “cock-sucker lips”. Rob glanced around the bar briefly and quickly spotted the guy, literally less than ten feet away. Although Rob could tell the picture posted on the profile was actually the guy in the bar, the picture was not recent. The guy sitting there certainly was several years older than the picture and also had gotten soft. Rob was about to delete and ignore the message when two letters in the interest section of the profile caught his eye -“WS”. Rob downed the rest of his latest drink like a shot, glared briefly at the guy and typed a simple response “THIRSTY”? “Hey Jesse, where is the bathroom in this place, I need to piss” inquired Rob. Jesse pointed him to the back and Rob promptly got up and headed to relieve himself. The bathroom was long, narrow, dimly lit and pretty filthy. It mainly consisted of a long trough for guys to piss in and a stained sink. “They need some sort of air circulation in here” thought Rob as he made his way to the end of the trough. The room reeked, even with the ice that was thrown in the piss trough to control the smell. None the less, Rob’s cock was hardening as he turned toward the door and started counting to himself. He got to seven, the door pushed open and the guy from A4A nervously walked in. Rob opened the front of his cargo shorts and freed his hard cock. The guy bent over to taste the object of his desire when Rob grabbed him by the hair and said “No cocksucker; on your knees and open your fucking mouth. Whatever you don’t swallow is going all over the front of you”. With that he grabbed the guy by both ears, slammed his cock deep into the wet hole of a mouth and started streaming his warm piss down the cocksucker’s throat. The guy struggled with the strong stream but managed to swallow most of it: only a small amount dribbled out the sides of his mouth. “You’re just a fucking urinal hole to hold my piss”, sneered Rob. He emptied his bladder and pulled his cock out of the piss receptacle kneeling in front of him. He then wiped the last drops of piss clinging to his cock off on the guy’s hair, tucked it into his pants, zipped up and went back to the bar. When he got to the bar and sat back down, he ordered another Jack and Coke as if nothing had happened. Jesse however, gave him a knowing look when Rob’s recent conquest exited the restroom and quickly headed out of the bar in an effort to not have to explain to anyone as to why the knees of his faded jeans were now so stained and wet. When Jesse returned with his drink, Rob asked” Where is a good place around here to buy leather and fetish gear”? Jesse raised his eyebrow “What are you looking for?” Rob explained that he only had a few pieces and those didn’t fit right. “I don’t have a lot of local options available back in Ohio, and the stuff I’ve ordered on-line hasn’t really worked out. I’m sure you know how the sight of a Top in leather or latex gear just brings out the whore in a bottom.” Jesse nodded in agreement. ”It’s almost like giving them a party drug, so I was thinking maybe some shorts, jocks, a harness or two. I really just want to try some stuff on to see how it looks before making a decision.” ”Some bondage gear as well so when I get an ass primed and partied up I can just keep it in place and positioned how I want and then just focus on my pleasure rather than making sure the fucking whore doesn’t resist and try to get away.” “Probably the best place for you to go is “Master Nick’s”, it’s just a couple blocks from here” Jesse quickly replied. ”I’ve bought some great stuff from there. Its high quality and they have a big variety. They are good at helping you transform into your true self. They do have a space to demo some of the equipment there as well. They carry everything from cuffs, collars and spreader bars to stocks, fuck benches and bondage tables in the store”. Rob was getting hard just thinking about the place as Jesse gave him directions to the store. As Rob stood and prepared to leave, Jesse had one more question. “Before you go, would it be cool for me to get a selfie with you” asked Jesse. “I like to keep reminders of some of the hot guys that come through here.” Rob of course in his mind interpreted that question as meaning he was correct all along and Jesse really was a bottom and did want Rob’s cock up his ass. So when the bartender came around the bar to take the selfie Rob smiled, flexed and grabbed Jesse’s ass. Trying not to sound too insincere, Jesse looked Rob directly in the eyes and stated, “Thanks for the picture stud, I am sure you enjoy the transformational experience at "Master Nick's" stop by on your way back from store and let me know what you bought.” “I’m here until seven-thirty tonight.” Rob smirked and nodded his agreement as he headed to the exit. As soon as Rob disappeared down the street, Jesse went to his phone and texted a message and attached the selfie with Rob he just took. “Sending a referral to the store that I think you’ll like. He definitely has the cocky top attitude you look for”

Part 19 I was pulled into the middle of the bed and felt the weight of more people around me, my body was craving contact. “Two in his hole at a time. Dump your load and make way for the next cock, don’t take your time he’s got a lot of cock to get through!” Tom said as the men made their way towards me. I felt my body being lifted and turned, I was on all fours, barely able to support myself I felt someone lying underneath me and another behind my ass. Without a moment to think both men began to force themselves into my ass. The feeling was indescribable. I’d never felt so stretched. Both men had pierced cocks and I could feel my ass being torn up as the both began to find their pace for fucking me. I’d never been double penetrated and with the drugs coursing through my veins, I wanted more. I began to relax and enjoy being stretched out. With a hard thrust the guy behind me unloaded in my ass and was quickly replaced by a smaller but fatter cock, again pierced. The pattern continued and occasionally both men would cum at the same time. Giving me a couple of minutes before the abuse continued. My rubber suit was filled with sweat and I could have passed out from the heat but I was too high to notice. I just craved more, I’d truly been turned into a cum slut. After about 10 rounds I felt the familiarity of Daddy’s cock pushing its way into my hole, he was underneath me, I let my weight fall on him and he held me tight while the cock from behind battered my now bruised hole. “Good boy, you’re making daddy proud. Only one more round after this and it’s over with.” Tom said while holding me close to him. Tom pushed me back and the guy behind me grabbed my body to keep me upright. “You’re a tough little boy, you’ve done better than I thought you would.” It was Brian, he and Tom were both buried deep in me and I didn’t want it to stop. They fucked me together for what felt like half an hour, cum was running down my legs and I could hear the slapping of their balls as they both men brought themselves close to breeding me again. My hole was being destroyed yet all I could think was more! Brian came first, his load was so big I felt it shoot from his cock inside me. Tom quickly came afterwards, still with Brian’s cock in me. My ass felt full and very wet! Tom pulled me close to him as Brian removed his cock, it wasn’t replaced with anyone else. It was only Daddy in me now. He pulled my face up to his and kissed me deeply, it made me even more horny, if that was possible. Tom broke off our kiss and whispered into my ear; “Last round boy, don’t give up now, this one won’t be easy” I hadn’t thought any of this had been easy, what would be happening next. Tom held me close and rolled me over onto my back and pulled his cock out from my tired hole. I began to feel dizzy and sick again, my fever must have been sky high and the room was spinning. Tom again addressed the room, there must have only been about 10 guys left, who knew what time it was, I was completely unaware of anything except the cum running out of my ass. “Right gents last round. Arse to Elbow”

Sometimes I can go for days/weeks without thinking about sex. But, there's other times when my libido is in overdrive; and, getting cock/cum are just about all I can think about. Here's the rundown of my 3-day Easter Weekend of cock: 1. Friday night, took 2 loads from a fuck buddy. (He invited a friend over, and they both 'tag-teamed' my hole. 2. Saturday night, took 2 loads from 5 cocks at Slammers LA. 3. Sunday afternoon, took 4 loads from 8 cocks at a sex party in Van Nuys. (The last two guys (#7/#8) of that afternoon had thick, fat dicks. Didn't think I could handle anymore meat, but I took their fucking juicy loads like a champ). Hope you all had a nice weekend, boys--I sure did.

If you let a guy fuck you bare expect his load in your hole too. Otherwise simply don't fuck bare. Period.

Bravo. I almost feel guilty reading this for free. You should do a second draft in a month or two and self publish this on Amazon digital. I'd pay $5 for it. If you have other stories in that sick and twisted brain of yours, I hope you see fit to share them with us greedy masturbators. Thank you again for making my world a bit more fun... and sticky.

12. Veracruz Para bailar la bamba, Para bailar la bamba, Se necesita una poca de gracia One week after the townhouse fire, they were anchored off the coast of Virginia, and Mike was done, had had it. The End. Flash disclaimers: no animals were harmed in the making of this film; all actors were eighteen or older at the time of production. Roll credits. He swam out to sea, far enough so he couldn’t make it back. Not a great plan, but he didn’t need a plan that was great, just one that would do the job. He swam away from the yacht as far as he could till he couldn’t see it anymore, then swam some more. This wasn’t the way he wanted the rest of his life to be. He wouldn’t let anyone touch him. Not Ben. Not Chris. He didn’t even want to be seen. The one thing the orderly Barkley got right, he was a freak. He swam for miles. The yacht had long vanished, the coastline gone hours ago, his arms were finally growing tired. Still he swam. He’d go till he hit England or France or whatever the fuck was on the other side of the Atlantic. He was getting more than tired. He was getting delirious. Desperate, he wanted to rid himself of life, wanted to shit it out of his body like diarrhea, vomit it out like bad Little Neck clams. He managed seroconverting years ago, it was sketchy time but became manageable, something he sealed a bargain with and could live alongside. But this wasn’t something manageable, something he could live with. This made him not him. He swam harder. Furiously faster. Further out. Not a chance of returning. How much longer could he keep it up? If nothing else it was becoming tedious. He was bored killing himself. He could feel himself shiver, and yet it was July, after the Fourth for god sakes, but he was cold nonetheless. Maybe the cold would kill him first before he drowned. He wished he could stop thinking. The time for thinking was over. Thinking was overrated. Still he swam, one arm in front of the other, one kick and then another. Exhaustion kept at bay, but he could feel it creeping up on him like sleep. It was in the corner of his eye. He could never spot it, for when he moved to catch a glimpse, it moved, lingering just at the edge. He rubbed his eyes. They stung from the salt water. He hated the taste of the brine, hated almost everything right now. Except for Ben. Except for Chris. They let him be. He wished they hadn’t, wished they’d pressed him, made him talk about it, but anytime they did, he’d storm out of the room. So once they’d bought Boris and Roger’s boat and drove into the Great South Bay and points south, no one brought it up, no one talked about anything. Talking was overrated. Swimming was everything now. A goal in and of itself. Dying was everything. Dying consumed him. Dying. It’s an active verb, isn’t it? Means: Not Dead Yet. Because he wasn’t, and because this thing had been on his mind for weeks, he knew he wasn’t dead yet—he pictured Ben and Chris as he put one arm in front of the other. He wished inside he were dead, but he wasn’t—he was very alive. He was conflicted, confused. He hoped in death he would escape confusion. There wasn’t an easy answer. Either he cared for one or the other. He pictured he was with one or the other. It was a binary choice. And yet either choice was null as he felt himself to be null, he’d never satisfy either one. So, the coward that he was, he search for a third option: he swam. Thinking about any of this pissed him off and he swam faster, tried to outpace his thoughts. He doubled down on his strokes, kicked faster, harder, frantically wanting to die before these feelings killed him. He began to weep as he swam. Real body sobs. And why not? He was alone. He was in the middle of the fucking ocean. Who’d see him weep? Fish? Mermaids? If one caught him boo-hooing with his face in the water, he could always say it was the salty ocean not salty tears in his face. He breathed in water accidentally as he sobbed and he choked. He was going to Davy Jones’ Locker soon, so did he care if he choked? He’d be meeting Davy Jones soon. Davy Jones. Wasn’t he one of the Monkees? He laugh. He stopped swimming. He tread water. He was laughing and crying. He was tired, really tired, hadn’t slept for days, tossing and turning, wrapped in his desires and utter pointlessness of feeling anything at all. He’d swum for hours and hours, far, far away, and if not physically swimming away, then for days and days he’d been mentally, emotionally swimming away. Closing off; shutting down. Away from everything. Away from anyone who cared. Treading water as an excuse for living. Suddenly cramps. He folded in half, exploded bubbles underwater. Saw his toes. Coming up for air, he threw his head back, wailing to the sky, crying, Fuck you! for meeting Ben who introduced Drax, and the path his life took. But how could he ever really curse meeting Ben? And with Ben came Chris. He heaved and bobbed, sputtered profanities into the sky, shouted blasphemies into the water, thrashed violently against the waves, but there was nothing to make contact with, nothing to hit to make him feel better, only worse, more hollow, empty. Yelling at God, at the sky, was as fruitless as tossing matches at the sun. The sun didn’t care. It laughed. And at last he was growing weak. It couldn’t be much longer. Small whitecaps broke around his ears. Soon. Soon. He’d wait right here. Death knew where he was. He didn’t have to search any farther for it. Soon it would find him. But like an obligation he couldn’t get out of, like a promised he couldn’t keep, his tangled love followed him, came in sight—Chris at the bow with binoculars trained on him, Ben at the helm navigating to where Chris pointed. They sped up their approached with Chris waving his arms. They didn’t press, didn’t ask, didn’t tell, but they also never gave up. But just as they pulled alongside him, Manetti’s body gave out. He slid down into the depths, went to meet Davy Jones. The Jolly Roger pulled up beside where they’d last seen him. Ben cut the engines. Manetti was finally let go, threading down to the bottomless sea. Chris jumped in the water. Turbulently he dove kicking down, searching desperately for Mike, saw nothing but fingertips disappearing into the grey expanse below. He kicked frantically till whole fingers then a hand came into view. He grabbed it, pulled on it till he grasped the whole hand, Mike’s still warm hand, then the arm, and pulled and stroked and kicked stubbornly trying to rise to the surface. He made no progress with the heavy body. He hadn’t taken in enough air and it was running out. His lungs burned but still he kicked doggedly, didn’t matter he wasn’t rising to the surface. He’d let Mike pull him under before he’d give him up to the sea. There was another splash. Ben dove beneath him, found Mike’s other arm. Together they pulled till the surface came into view. The sun glistened like an orb rippling far above. They sliced water with their free arms, kicking stubbornly with their feet, chasing their breath in the form of bubbles racing to the surface. They broke through the ocean’s skin and gasped for air. Ben had left a life vest waiting close to the boat. Chris grabbed it and tucked it under Mike’s chin. Mike coughed salt water out of his lungs, barfed water back into the ocean. Dazed and half conscious, his chin rested on the orange life preserver. He eyed Chris. He eyed Ben. For a second he thought he’d fallen into heaven looking at the brothers. But then he remembered who he was, where he was, what he was, felt the whitecaps break around his ears. Maybe death hadn’t found him today. But if he had any say, he’d let it find him. One day. Soon. *** he yacht they bought from the morticians, Boris and Roger, called—what else—The Jolly Roger, skull and crossbones painted on the stern, bobbed gently in the harbor. Tucked in their rented slip, the vessel swayed slightly as Chris woke from a nap. He felt the movement so knew they were still on the sea. There was something reassuring about living on the ocean over the last several months. Maybe it was growing up so close to the beach, it was the one place of refuge he knew he could always turn to. She was always there, constant, unchanging from one season to the next. Each year he grew older, she didn’t. Veracruz was a port town similar to Long Beach in a lot of ways. The smell for one. Brackish water mixed with heavy industry. Massive freighters carrying millions of tons of crude oil sat next to cargo ships with thousands of stacked containers. Millions of transaction daily. The port covered over five hundred acres of water, nine hundred acres on land. Veracruz was one of Mexico’s busiest port, its open hand to the world. The volume of exchange was hard to fathom, but it had been this gateway for centuries. Its open hand brought with it Caribbean and African influences. You could hear it in its music, see it in the people. The pleasure boats docked closer to the city hotels and to the city’s center; the massive ships stayed out by the barrier reefs with a nearly thousand foot quay connecting it to land. It was an extremely active port, a lively scene in the daytime, with huge cranes loading and unloading cargo till late afternoon. Then activity ebbed, trucks loaded with containers drove off, and the harbor took on a more serene and festive mood. He got up from his small bunks, and climbed to the top deck bar where he knew Mike and Ben would be. Yep, they were there in flowery Hawaiian shirts bought in Miami, sipping vodka cranberries, watching the lights of the city start to flutter awake. The deep azure sky was quickly fading to night. The first stars of the night were unveiling. “How you feeling, Chief,” Manetti asked him. “Better,” Chris replied. “Can I have one too?” Ben looked him over. “If you’re not gonna get sick, I guess you can.” Manetti, the ship’s official bartender, asked if he wanted a cherry in his Shirley Temple. Chris glared at him. Manetti mixed his vodka cranberry grinning his goofy grin, throwing in a lime. “Arrrrg,” he said in a pirate voice, handing over the drink, “Yer wants to prevent scurvy, matey.” They settled on their barstools. “Perty, ain’t it?” Manetti said to no one in particular, watching the rippling lights coming toward them across the water. He’d come a long way, Chris thought, since the incident in Virginia months back. They all had, healed some or scarred over. Still no one talked about what they all kept quiet about. What was there to say? If you come to an understanding, an unspoken compromise, why talk? So they all slept in the boat’s many separate bunks in different parts of the ship, the master cabin at the bow left empty. Each alone in his bunk with his solitary thoughts, they sailed the Caribbean, hiding from each other as much as from Drax. After a long silence Ben said Veracruz reminded him of Miami. Long Beach, Chris replied. The radio softly played a local folk station—guitars, plaintive Spanish songs, son jarocho. A tune came on that pricked up Ben’s and Mike’s ears. Ben said, “Isn’t that…” “La Bamba,” Mike finished the thought. “Yeah, a lot different from—what’s his name?” “Richie Valens,” Ben said. “Who’s Richie Valens,” asked Chris. Ben explained, “He was someone who died in a plane crash with the The Big Bopper and Buddy Holly back in the fifties.” “Who,” Chris asked again. “Shut up,” said Mike. After a few moments listening to the familiar song overlaid by the original folk melody, not as brash as the early rock n roll rendition, but with complex guitar work still rhythmically inviting, Ben asked Mike what they were saying. Mike listened intently. He’d grown up speaking broken Italian in his house, so over the last months, as they sailed around Mexico and the Caribbean, he’d managed to pick up and got pretty good at Spanish. “The guy’s singing: To dance the bamba, to the dance the bamba, you need a little grace.” “What the bamba?” Chris asked. “I don’t know,” said Mike, “It’s the name of the dance, I guess, like the twist or something.” “What’s the twist,” Chris asked again. “Please let me throw him overboard,” Manetti begged Ben. “Kidding,” Chris laughed. Then something stopped Manetti. A light went off in his face as he cocked an ear to the radio. “Aw, this is good. Listen.” Manetti sang, not very well, but passionately, a refrain, “Yo no soy marinero, yo no soy marinero, soy capitan. He says, I’m not a sailor, I’m not a sailor, I’m captain, I’m captain.” His smile blossomed, the first true smile Ben and Chris had seen since they left New York. Not sardonic or ironic either. Saying something for the first time he believed. “I’m captain,” he sang in his raspy off-key baritone. The three of them sipped drinks and gazed over the port town, felt shrouded in the approaching night. The rocking of the boat brought them together. They didn’t need to talk. Maybe wounds weren’t healing so much as scabbing over. During their months at sea, they’d developed their own silent language, speaking only when something had to be said. Something like they needed a refill of meds, or they needed a new fuel filter. Their exchange over La Bamba had been the most they’d spoken to each other in months, particularly Manetti. Maybe they were ready to talk. Or maybe it wasn’t words they needed to express. A little buzzed, Chris swayed on his barstool to the song’s refrain. As the song went on he got up and swayed to the music in front of Manetti. He’d grown tall in the last few months, still skinny as a rail but now eye height to Manetti. So with Manetti perched on his barstool, Chris looked him straight in the eye. He got in close and was dancing closer. “Bamba la bamba,” he sang in his reedy voice, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. *** A brief history of the internet would likely begin with the Advanced Research Projects Administration network, or ARPANET, a U.S. Department of Defense project, based on the idea that if nuclear war took out parts of the country, decentralized yet connected computer operation would allow data to continue to flow in the un-nuked parts of the United States. Comforting thought. ARPANET was a pioneering network for sharing digital resources among geographically separated computers. You can trace a direct line from its initial demonstration in 1969 to the development and adoption of what we now know as the Internet. Chris was two that year, making his first stack of building blocks—four high. He clapped his fat little hands sitting on the living room rug, while his mother, dad, and twelve-year-old brother watched a shoot-out on Bonanza. In 1976, Queen Elizabeth II sent her first email. As she pushed the send button, she placed her white gloves against her lips. She was very excitedly. The royal family, surrounding her, shared in her delight. When Ben and Mike fucked for the first time at the St. Marks Bath in 1983, the Domain Name System, or DNS, was established giving us the familiar website suffixes .com, .net, .gov, etc., which was a heck of a lot easier to remember than the series of numbers websites previous used, like, say, 176.191.49.254. Two years later, when bath houses and sex clubs were shut down by the health department, in 1985, the internet was well on its merry way. So were Chris, Ben and Mike having dug up Chris’ buried treasure, bought The Jolly Roger, and set sail for a four years voyage hiding on the open seas. Miami, Freeport, Key West, Veracruz, Belize, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, Martinique, Aruba, through the Panama Canal, up to Acapulco, Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas, with a brief stop in Long Beach to pick up Ben’s record collection and check in on mom. She was better than fine, had a new boyfriend named Burt, who actually was decent to her. She was disappointed they had to leave so soon, but packed the three sea voyagers a lunch, kissed their cheeks including Manetti’s scruffy beard, and with records tucked under their arms, they were back sputtering up the California coast by noon, chomping on Mrs. Prior’s peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and homemade Rice Crispy treats. Mike, Ben and Chris sailed under the astonishing Golden Gate Bridge revealing the magnificent San Francisco skyline, August of ’89. Within a week they dry docked The Jolly Roger, and set up house in the Castro. Chris was twenty-two. One year later, 1990, Tim Berners-Lee develop the HyperText Markup Language, or HTML, which is still the basis of how we navigate and view the internet today. (Where you going with this, Chief? Bear with me, I’ll get to it.) Chris got his first computer the same year. It’s not really a part of internet history, but it’s important to the story because it was important to Chris: his first computer was a Macintosh IIfx. Mike and Ben chipped in together to celebrate both Chris getting his GED and an acceptance letter to Stanford just down the peninsula. That was back when Stanford wasn’t next to impossible to get into. Chris discovered that besides having a knack with car and boat engines, he had a natural aptitude for figuring out how things fit together—physical or otherwise. The very first thing he did when he got his Mac was to take it apart and reassemble it. So combine aptitude with physical objects to a newly discovered affinity for reading and writing code, Stanford was a logical place to park his butt for the next four years. Reading and writing code was intuitive for him. He tried to explain it to Ben and Mike, passing around some ganja they’d brought with them from Long Beach; it’s simply another form of language, he said. Ben and Mike tried to follow as he prattled on. It reflects the same rules as any language: the mechanics of verbs, whether motor engines, electrical systems, or logical functions and methods; the structure and solidity of nouns, whether you’re talking car parts or object-oriented programming’s classes and instances; the skin of adjectives, colors, attributes, the aggregate of forms that determine design; finally the assembled thought, the purpose, the reasoning, the expression, the i/o of flowing data, the brain giving orders—what is it you want this thing to accomplish, man?—it all interlocked in his mind, he’d just never had a way to express it before nor much inkling he even wanted to. But now all that changed: Hello world! Mike took the joint out of Chris’ hand. It didn’t hurt that he graduated from Stanford in ’94. Two guys in the class before his had a startup called Yahoo! They brought Chris onboard first as an intern in his senior year, and then fulltime by summer. There wasn’t a whole lot of money in those lean, early days—the two founders were working with venture capitalists who weren’t immediately forthcoming with cash—so Chris got paid, against Ben and Mike’s advice, in options. Since he was a workaholic, staying up writing code throughout the night wired on caffeine and an occasional jolt of amphetamines, he piled up a shitload of options. He kept them in a shoebox under the bed. When the company incorporated the following year, Chris converted options each time the stock hit a new high. He made a killing in just the first year alone, and still had an almost-full shoebox under the bed. In 1996, Match.com was launched, and other dating sites sprang up soon after. One night, after Mike had brought home some kickass Peyote buttons, and during some powerful, transformative sex—i.e., the first night Chris took his first double fist—he realized he should create a new kind of dating site. He bought a domain the next day, and built the site, still amped from the Peyote and fuckin’ awesome sex, over the course of one weekend. Chris’ life, informed by Mike and Ben, showed him that the rainbow flag not only transcended a spectrum of races and cultures, it also, and more in line with his experiences, encompassed a spectrum of sexual universes. Where dating sites that competed for survival in the burgeoning, Darwinian world of online hookups viewed the model from top down as straight white vanilla, tossing out a net to capture the broadest swath possible, his take on sex was completely opposite, bottom up, a banquet of chocolatey rocky road. He started with all the categories and sub-categories of life he knew viscerally, starting with Master Drax and continuing over the last few years in San Francisco: leather, master & slaves, fisters, S&M, bondage, grunge& raunch, hoods & masks, pups & trainers, military, medical, uniforms, watersports, smokers, skinheads, punks, tats, piercings, feet, chastity, bareback, bikers, bears, rubber, and friendship—you name it, there was a place, or maybe several places, for you somewhere on his site. San Francisco was the perfect beta test city to incubate his idea. His site was free with limited search capability—proof of concept, man, search is gonna be the key, he claimed—but for a few dollars more, a monthly Premium membership gave you unlimited search capabilities. This bottom up approach, this one-size-does-not-fit-all model, this choose-your-own-adventure paradigm—plus, add-on messaging, chat rooms, picture sharing, winks, scorekeeping, leaderboards: the whole gamification of getting laid—it caught fire. First city-wide, then nationally, and within a year, internationally. We’re talking beaucoup bucks here, sailors. It, his website, and he, its sole founder, made scads of money from the get go and attracted attention. But, perhaps, attention might not be what he was looking for. But then you have to figure, hey, he—they—could only keep out of site forever. *** The old guy at the end of the bar lit a Camel cigarette. Bobo, a large, very attractive middle-aged drag queen who helped Manetti run the place weeknights (and who had an obvious, though unrequited crush on him—but that’s another story) served Duke, a young, wiry, opinionated hustler who liked to badger Mike incessantly. They were at the center of the long saloon bar staring at the smoking man. It was a slow Tuesday night—only four of them in the place. The big green neon clock showed it was almost one-thirty in the morning, a half hour from closing. “Not cool,” said Duke to Manetti. Bobo checked her nails studiously. “Hey, mister,” Manetti said, walking over to the man. “You can’t smoke here.” He stopped short recognizing Drax. Under his black leather cap, what used to be grey beard had gone completely white and was now pointed and quite long. His bald head had had a buzzed crown around the sides, but he’d let that grow long, too, so the wispiest of white hair hung over his shoulders. Black circles sagged under his eyes. He’d once worn glasses but now they were absent. Instead his dark eyes were ghostly pale with thick cataracts. He hacked a loud, phlegmatic cough as Manetti approached. “Bourbon neat, barkeep,” he said. “We got a backyard bar for smoking,” Manetti said under his breath cautiously. Though Drax looked infirmed, he knew a wounded snake was a more dangerous one. He gave Drax a once over, checked what he could to ascertain if anything were holstered under his leather coat. It didn’t look like he was packing, but you never knew with Drax. He’d surprised many a wary adversary. He shot a glance to Duke and Bobo, a little afraid for them if things suddenly went south. “We’re getting close to last call. How ‘bout I get us a bottle and we talk out back?” he offered Drax. The old man luxuriated in his cigarette, picking off a shred of tobacco from the left side of his split reptilian tongue. Manetti had forgotten that tongue. Drax took a long drag and blew a large plume into the stale barroom air. “Not cool, man,” Duke pronounced from the center of the bar, waving his hand in front of his face as if from that distance he was bothered by the smoke. Manetti raised a scolding finger at Duke. Don’t! the finger and Manetti’s scowl warned him. Duke usually would take that up as challenge and start arguing with Manetti, but something told him to stand down. He clamped his pie hole and instead blinked at Bobo. Bobo took out a nail file and glanced a disconcerting look at Mike. “These San Francisco street whores—little pansy ass lung fairies, aren’t they,” Drax said to Manetti. He turned his head only slightly, not bothering to look at Duke but making sure he knew he was talking to him. “Fuck you, cunt,” he said in his gnarly voice. “Hey, now!” said Bobo alarmed and angry, pointing her nail file at the old man. “No C-word in my joint.” Manetti sauntered back to Bobo and Duke. “Hey kids. This is an old acquaintance of mine,” Manetti said. “Sweetie, would you mind watching the door till closing? I’m going out back so he can finish his smoke. If anyone else comes tell ‘em I’m out back,” he said and kissed Bobo’s rouged cheek. “Night, Chief,” he said to Duke. “You be good, ya hear me.” He held up that warning finger again, and gave them both his reassuring shark-tooth smile. He knocked Duke’s chin, friendly-like, with his knuckles. Duke sheepishly grinned. Who didn’t have a crush on Manetti? *** The back patio had a little straw tiki bar with two bar stools. Mike set Drax’s glass and his on the bamboo surface and poured generous amounts of Four Roses in each. He set down the bottle, picked up his glass and waited. Off in the harbor a plaintiff foghorn wailed. Drax came out hobbling with a cane. He limped along favoring his right hip. The patio bar was perched on the side of a hill. Several picnic tables were scattered about, barstools lined the railings overlooking a deserted alley far below. Manetti positioned himself in back of the tiki bar and Drax slid onto one of the stools. Drax flicked his ash on the floor, hooked his cane on the bar ledge, and set down his lighter and pack of Camels next to his bourbon. “You grow a beard?” he asked squinting. Manetti nodded yes, running his fingers over it. “This your place then, huh,” he said to Manetti with an undercurrent of disbelief and maybe a little envy. Drax’s eyes were fixed on the bartender, his former stable boy, now spouting a few grey hairs in his unruly auburn mop. Drax’s near-blind eyes shined luminous in the gloom. “Ben and mine,” Manetti answered. He picked up Drax’s Camels, took one out. He plucked Drax’s smoke from his fingers and lit his from it. He handed him back his cigarette. “Long time, MD. How’d you know we were here?” “It's an odd thing,” Drax began in an effete manner, flicking his wrist exaggerated by his cigarette. It was completely discordant with his nature, so against his butch, hard guy character, yet a very spot on mimicry. “But anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco.” He brought his fingers to his lips and puffed. Manetti gave a smile in recognition. “Master Drax quotes Oscar Wilde. A sign of the apocalypse,” Manetti snorted, taking a hit off his own smoke. Drax curled his lips displaying a gummy smile. Manetti exhaled into the overhead fog. “And then Wilde exclaimed,” speaking in his own mincing voice, “It must be a delightful city and possess all the attractions of the next world.” Drax took a sip of bourbon. “I haven’t seen any evidence of that yet,” he said, “but give me a day. I only arrived tonight.” He approved of the bourbon and took a bigger swig. “When’d you get so fucking literary?” Manetti took a long drag. He’d quit smoking when they were at sea, but tonight was a special occasion. The cool air and the warm smoke had a familiar sensation. It provoked some relished, decadent, post sex memories. He took another hit, felt the nicotine work its magic, salving the undercurrent of nervousness being back in Drax’s presence. He’d always been charmed and at the same time repulsed by the man; tonight was no different. “Taking a couple of night classes at City College, finishing my degree.” “Hm,” grunted Drax. He paused thinking back. “You were on scholarship at NYU ages ago, weren’t you?” Drax asked. “Afore you became just another burnout.” “I was on a wrestling scholarship back then, yeah.” Manetti drew deeply from his glass. “I was working out some issues. But I’m back now. It’s cheap. I’m getting a degree in English literature next year. Lot of good it’ll do me working here,” he laughed. “Hm,” Drax grunted again. “You trying to impress me?” He fidgeted on his stool. “It’s cold for fucking July,” he groused. “Welcome to San Francisco,” Manetti responded. “Drink up, it’ll warm you. Might even thaw you a bit.” Smoking brought out a sense of security. He went on, “I’m working on something that might interest you. Working with Bobo on it. Besides being one of the best bartenders around, she’s a great lyricist. You met her inside.” The bourbon was loosening him up, warming his gut. “Maybe you knew him when he bartended at The Mineshaft. He was Carlos back then. Big dockworker type. Large black horseshoe mustache?” Drax looked at him blankly. “Well, I remembered him.” Drax downed the rest of his drink, then plunked down the glass. “Too hard to tell,” his said, pointing to his head. “All that big hair.” “We’re collaborating, she and I,” Manetti said. He raised his hand eliciting a marque. “Mineshaft, the Musical,” he said with a flourish. Drax crowed hard once, while Manetti refilled his glass. Drax crushed out his cigarette, drifted in reflection, studying the dying smoke. “Hm.” He rolled thoughts over. Manetti watched the old man’s pale eyes flutter. It was dark out here. Fog lowering. Getting dank, too. Drax looked up and tried to scan Manetti’s face in the dingy light. Mike saw his former director, confessor and pimp, shiver. Manetti, too, was cold, wearing his usual bar uniform: white t-shirt, jeans, leather vest. He flipped on an overhead heater. It cast both of them in a devilish orange light. The heat lamp sizzled, chewing on the fog as it warmed them both. The foghorn softly moaned again. “I remember,” Drax finally began after taking a sip, “taking Benjamin to the Mineshaft for the first time.” He lit another cigarette. It triggered a bout of hacking and a prolonged, phlegmatic rumbling. It ended with him spitting phlegm onto the ground. He paused for a second, then took another hit off his cigarette, and ruminated for quite a while lost in thought. “Hm,” he said, looking off in a middle distance. “He only had been in the city a year. He was still so cherry. Hadn’t taken a fist, hadn’t done scat or been whipped, he’d only been pissed on once but hadn’t drank from the tap yet. You don’t want to rush a boy. Good pornography, it’s best when it records discoveries. We’re born like a rock with all these rough edges,” he said swirling around the contents of his glass. “Life wears you down. But you don’t want to smooth a boy down all at once. One step at a time down that long descending staircase. If you can, you capture that moment when a synapse fires off, that shows he actually likes it, whatever kink it is, that’s what make your viewer shoot his load. Yeah, sure, it’s also that big throbbing dick, but it’s also that spark of recognition. That identification. And sometimes to get it, you need to go off script. Plant some seeds. See what’s in the boy’s true nature.” Drax flicked his ash, stared at his ember. Took a long draw sucking in his hollow cheeks. “So this night, it’s the night of the blackout of ’77, July. It’s sweltering hot in his apartment, we’re naked and dripping in sweat. I wanted him to learn to take a fist. I just slammed him for a second time, but we were getting nowhere. Been shoving big dildos and plugs up his ass, he was begging for them, shoving ones bigger than my hand, but when my fingers touched his hole?” Drax demonstrated for Manetti Ben’s tightly clenched butthole with his closed fist. “My experience, a good slam fixes that, but not Ben, not that night. Then the blackout happens, power goes out in the apartment and you might as well call it quits. Except we’re both higher than fuck, and I tell him, put on your jock and those chaps, I’m taking you somewhere. We usually didn’t go out in public. Some men recognized him, mostly from vanilla stuff that first year. Spreads in the soft core rags, beach boy, long hair surfer, jacking. Pics of him playing with his hole. Some with other pretty boys. He preferred boys his own age he could dominate. He was still skinny, tall though, aggressive with my other twink bottoms. Slapped them around some, nothing too violent, more bossy, really. Naturally verbal I was discovering. Bit of a nasty streak if you wanna know the truth. Had a real foul mouth when he got started. Loved when he got his bottom confessing to being his fucktard bitch,” Drax chuckled. “Said he got it from his stepdad.” “Chris’ real dad,” Manetti injected. “Ben’s stepdad. He used to beat Chris mercilessly.” “Yeah?” Drax paused interested, curious, mulled it over. “I could see that.” He gave Manetti a harsh once over, then pulled on his cigarette, letting the smoke drift out his teeth as he spoke. “So we ride in the cab seeing there this blackout going on all over the city, wasn’t just the fuses in the building. We pass a Walgreens being looted, I don’t know, old men carrying out cartons of cigarettes, six-packs, old ladies with shopping carts full of boxes of clothespin and plastic tablecloths, the strange things people do. Plastic flowers piled in their shopping carts. We pass a couple of cars on fire on Broadway and Eighth, both of us high as shit. We’re in this real-life Hieronymous Bosch painting. Are we really seeing these things? Maybe we are. Guys breaking into the Crazy Eddies store, a dog running up the Six Avenue by itself, no street lights of course, so the driver takes it easy. We get to Washington Street, there’s cops lined up. Ben’s afraid ‘cause of the cops. I have to convince him they’re just dress-up cops, club customers waiting to get in. We get out, climb the stairs past leather men, policemen, denim cowboys, we push up the line ‘cause Wally’s at the ropes and he sees me and takes one look at this beautiful boy I have in chaps and a jock, and opens the rope right up. We’re walking around the bar and I’m holding his leash. I got him to cut his hair that week. Made him get a Mohawk, I thought it’d be fun.” Manetti almost snorted his bourbon through his nose. “You’re shittin’ me. Ben let you give him a Mohawk?” he said. “Of course he didn’t. You think he’d ever go for that, the little priss. But I did get him to cut it shorter. Much better. He twern’t at the beach no more, were he? Dorothy ain’t in Kansas.” “Guess not,” said Manetti. He poured himself another glass and stole another of Drax’s smokes. Drax didn’t seem to care, but he did notice. “So of course there’s no lights or music in the club ‘cause it’s the fuckin’ blackout of nineteen seventy-seven! We’re in the middle of this sweltering heatwave, Son of Sam’s on the loose knocking couples off, and Ben’s making his debut at The Mineshaft on my leash, struttin’ around in his jockstrap and chaps, and I got everyone salivating. Boy don’t yet know his worth, but the men do. The bar’s all lit up by a thousand candles. Men all murmuring. It’s like a fucking church, which is exactly what The Mineshaft is actually. Am I right? It’s hotter than shit so I have Ben strip, which he’s high but a little reluctant to do right out in public, but I strip and others are walking around naked, so what the fuck. He asks sort of innocently, what kind of bar is this? Not a bar, son, I say. Let’s go down those stairs, I tell him. We leave the second floor bar, go down naked to the first floor and he’s like a kid in a candy store. His eyes are wide, his pupils like black saucers, and I see he’s hungry for what the store has to offer. There’s glory holes, rim seats, slings, but what does that sick pup pick up on first? There a spotlight and a bunch of men surrounding the spotlight. Of course he’s drawn to it. We go over, and the light’s focused on a bathtub. Two guys are in it getting pissed on by all the men standing around it. He begs me to let him get in. I unleash him, and he runs over naked wearing just his dog collar, making his way through a sea of naked or semi-naked men in harnesses, all their cocks waving, and he climbs in and gets on his knees. More men come over to get a load of this new dirty blond hunk, this gorgeous piece of fresh meat, and of course they want to piss all over him, mark him. He opens his mouth and consumes shit loads of their piss. One short Asian guy nuzzles up to him with his big black bush, and Ben learns to drink from dick, then he takes this black guy’s Johnson and sucks out his piss till the guy’s empty. He can’t get enough drinking piss, piss, piss, piss, piss, and wallowing under the spotlight doing it. No telling what bonus chems are in those streams, but he’s certainly changed after that. He’s a wild man the rest of the night. Hyped and wired.” Drax’s eyes are glowing, the orange reflecting off the white, like a red-eye photograph. He, too, looks to Manetti like a wild man, not really here, but in the past, a blind seer, watching Ben decades before soaking in piss, riding the limelight in that tub. Drax takes a sip to fortify the memory. “And then this big muscled cop, or a guy in a jockstrap wearing a cop’s shirt, pulls him out. I think he’s going to fuck the shit out of the kid, this big stud cop, but the cop finds an empty sling, pulls Ben with him, and then flops back in the sling himself, and slides his big jackboots through the sling’s leg straps. I pull up next to him to see what Ben’s gonna do. He’s wet, smells acrid from the piss, short hair slicked back—never looked better—asks the guy if he’s a real cop. The guy, in a low voice, admits he is—he’s the real deal! The fucker should have been out protecting the city but he’s here, looks high, waiting for Ben to bone him. Seeing he’s a real cop, Ben pops an instant stiffy. It’s saluting at full attention, with veins so hard around his thick shaft they look like crawling worms, for fuck sake. Men around him notice. I notice. He sticks his engorged meat in the guy in one balls-deep thrust, buries himself right up to his brown curlies. The guy yells to let him get use to his big fuckstick, and more guys come over hearing that. It’s all shadows and flickering candles, and what your eyes can’t see, your brain fills in. Fuck, man, the sounds they make. Not human sounds. Animalistic. Some ritual not even I understand is going on between cop and his former prey, between victim and abuser—rolls reversed. He’s fucking someone in his past, or a group of someones, I can tell, ‘cause whatever motivates him out of his past he’s taking it out on this cop in the sling, right here, right now—and it’s something fuckin’ brutally beautifully. It has all the sounds of a rape but let me tell you the cop is absolutely into it. His ass ain’t never had a Big Ben in it before and he’s enjoying the shit out of it. It ain’t a bottom and a top going at it. It’s a top being fucked by an über-top. That’s what The Mineshift spawned, the original anti-Eden: not butches doing fems, but the homomasculine submitting to the Über-masculine. We’re in Tom of Finland territory. Ben rips the cop’s shirt open, fucking him blindly, pinching the shit out of his big cop tits. They’re exchanging snarls, gorilla grunts, and Fuck Yous, and he’s releasing on the cop’s ass a lifetime of stored up rage. He climaxes shooting all over the guy’s uniform and in his face, but isn’t done with him yet. No sir. He’s got the whole corner of the room captivated. He shouts, Crisco, putting his hand out like he’s waiting for a stagehand. He’s in command. He truly is. He’s sweating profusely from the meth, and whatever chem piss is running through his system, and someone puts a wad of grease in his hand. Ben lubes his fist and doesn’t go gently into that good night. No sir. He pulls up next to the cop’s face, pushes his still hard, shit-crusted cock in the cop’s mouth, and pushes his clutched fist into the guy’s ass. Not a gooseneck hand to start, but the full magilla, his big clutched fist plunges into the guy’s gut. You can almost hear it go pop. There’s this loud fart of air as Ben pulls all the way out afore he pushes back in. The cop’s gagging on his cock from its girth as he’s struggling with the force of Ben’s arm pumping straight into his chute.” “Jesus,” Manetti said. “That’s what the cop is crying. Jesus Chris, slow down, man! he’s shouting, but Ben’s not listening to any of that shit. Not that he’s punch fucking the guy violently. No. He’s standing next to him, making him suck his shitty cock, pistoning him slowly but deep into this big cop’s ass like he’s kneading a big vat of dough. In, out. Stroke after stroke, sending the guy into both heaven and hell at the same time. Then they’re not even talking anymore, just Ben silently watching the cop’s anguished-exhilarated face, watching what he’s doing to the man, what effect he’s having on this cop he’s turned into a meat puppet. All the while the cop’s nursing Big Ben like an infant suckin’ on his mama’s teet. It gets quieter the deeper Ben pushes in his arm. Swear to God, it got as solemn as a church service. Wasn’t a cop and a top anymore. More biblical, priest administering to a penitent, more like it. Like the agony he’d put the man through came out the other side and he was now tending to him, fist going in deeper and pulling out. A part of the cop’s colon comes with it, big ol’ prolapse, probably the first one Ben ever saw. Didn’t bother him, got him hard again, he just pushes it back in and goes deeper. Wants to see how much gut he can pull out of the guy. Men gathered around, some stroking, some just watching in wonder, trying to fathom what the story is between this naked holy man and the supplicant. When Ben forced the man to cum, and forced him he did if you saw his face…” Drax said. “I’ve seen that face,” Manetti confirmed. “Well, then, you know how Ben is when he’s in charge. The cop cums all over his uniform, his chest, over his face, shoots over his head. Rope after rope of cum. Men fall to their knees to worship this new priest among them, some fell to the cop’s ass and chewed on his spent prolapse, all wanted Ben to do to them what he’d just done to the cop. They lick Ben’s feet, like he’s fuckin’ Jesus coming out the desert, kiss his thighs, lick his ass, stick their tongues inside his anus, suck on his armpit, whatever Ben offered raising up his arms to his new flock. Three at a time are under him worshiping his cock, balls, and taint. The cop slowly gets out of the sling, shaking his head, pushing his prolapse back in, trying to figure out where the fuck he’s been for the last hour, and I come with a can of grease and lay Ben back down in the sling, in front of this group of envious men. I lock his arms over his head and hand the cop a bottle of strong poppers to administer to him, then I buckle the strap holding Ben’s feet high in the air. He’s spread eagle with men groping his body like a holy relic. I lube my hand and take a good scoop of Crisco and start pushing it into the boy’s ass. I do this a couple of times so there’s a lot inside him when I start pushing two fingers in his slippery chute. He’s as tight as he’s ever been but he’s also rock hard. You want this, I tell him. Tell me how much you want this, I say. Please, Master, he begs, put your arm inside me. I slide in three, then four fingers. Stop fighting me I say at him. Give him a hit, I tell the cop. I’m getting pissed if he don’t let me fist him this time, with this audience. The cop bends the kid’s head over the bottle and lets him huff all he wants. He breathing in the bottle for a while afore he lets his head fall back against the leather. I can feel now not only has his ass relaxed, he’s trying, as much as he can tied up, to slide down the sling on my hand. I don’t even have to push in. His hole is opening and his weight is falling over the edge of the sling onto my hand on its own accord. And then I’m in and still sliding deeper without me having to do anything. He’s yelling Oh Fucks the deeper I go. But I gotta tell you: too much is made over the trust a bottom must have from his top. Bullshit I say. Fisting comes out of the school of S&M, and giving the bottom control of the scene ruins it. Fisting was created as a form of punishment as much as it was a form of control. I tell the cop to give him another hit. He does and I’m taking the boy for a ride he won’t forget. My hand comes out and goes back in a second time in the form of a fist. He’s struggling to accept the width but I won’t budge until he lets me in. From sheer pressure he pops open but not without a cry of distress. Good, I tell him, that feeling is what you can expect for the next hour. And that’s exactly what I give him, no merciful, sensual assplay, but forced punching of his anus until its lips hang loose and sloppy. The red of his colon starts to show after a while. His first night fisting and I’m developing this beautiful small rose. Push out, I yell at him. It’s a pretty pink flower for all to see. I clear some of the Crisco so the men around can see it better. Someone goes down and licks it, giving the kid the first taste of what getting his rosebud eaten feel like. He’s loving it. I go for depth after the first hour. Each time he takes a hit from the cop I’m pushing in deeper before the chemicals have an impact so that when they do I can push him even further. The cop asks if he can take over for a while, Ben becomes afraid, begs me no. Did I ask you? I say to him. Sure. Have at it. And the cop, with his big hairy paws, is plunging into him. I make the boy suck my dick while the cop is exacting revenge on the boy’s sphincter. The cop’s even slipping in a couple of additional fingers while he’s alternating hands in the kid’s ass. He’s almost got two hands in but I see pink in the grease on the cop’s forearms so I have him pullout. I don’t want him damaged. He relinquishes him, but not without one last deep punch, sending Ben’s head flinging back in agony. His suffering is my aphrodisiac. I’m dripping, so I slowly and savagely fuck him. Hours—you been at my receiving end afore, so you know—hours reaming him in chem-filled lust. No need for a bathroom break ‘cause I got my toilet attached to my cock. Besides the chem-piss makes him even more of a whore. Around daybreak, as most all the candles have burnt out, it’s now almost pitch black inside, you can see some outside daylight in the cracks, the last two or three flickering candles are fading, so Ben can’t really see but only feel my cock inside him. I slide my hand in next to my cock, which has been tenderizing him in the last of the wee hours. I wrap my fingers in a fist and piston my cock. He don’t know what he’s getting but the whore likes it. In the cavernous dark as the last candles go out, men are kissing him, nursing his nipples, sucking his cock. And he’s moaning, speaking in tongues, is tweaking on another plane, sucking on other cocks being fed to him, asses bent over for him to eat, and I jack my spooge inside my fist inside him. He’s blathering invites to anyone around him to fist his hole. He’s where I want him. He turns me on so hard, so broken, so open, and I let other guys fist and fuck him, watching along the wall, drinking my beer. “Drax, you fuck,” Manetti said. “He’s struggling under a brutal Neanderthal, fucking his insides out. Ben the boy is suddenly gone, surrendered, arms hanging off the sides of the sling. Taking it, accepting it, a martyr to sex. I bend over and ask him why he’s suddenly surrendered. He whimpers, Hunters got me trapped, Daddy, I can’t escape. I’m lost. Cops got me in a back alley. He’s lost in his past or his fantasy, it’s taken him over. He’s biting his lip. Four more men fuck him and four more fist him. I’m kissing him while they do, telling him accept what he is, just a hole for men to use as their cumrag. Then I see his hole drooling a steady, cloudy white stream of men’s seed, all pooling on the floor under his ass. I know I want back inside that warm, wet cave. I fuck my baby well into the day. Daddy’s got you, I tell him, won’t ever let you go. Then around noon the harsh club lights flickers back on. The blackout’s over. I don’t know how many times I shot into him. I know he shot wads more. Did he remember? Probably half of it. We go out into the daylight, blinded, looking to hail a cab. Butchers right next door to The Mineshaft, in their bloody white aprons, haul in large stabs of meat. Ben looks like just another one of their carcasses. I fold him into the backseat of a gypsy cab. Like one of the many hanging carcasses we ride away from, I look at him, his head’s back, he’s staring at the cab’s cloth ceiling talking to himself. This big human carcass of meat, flecked with viscera across his chest, his and many others—he’s a rock now as smooth as I want him.” Silence falls between Drax and Manetti. Fog veils the alley from sight. They both sip bourbon. Drax’s cigarette was a stub, had long ago gone out. Drax looks at the cigarette butt in his hand with his white eyes, and sets it in the ashtray. “Best fuck of my life,” he says, downing his second drink. *** He’s fumbling with his cigarettes and lighter. He knocked one out of the pack. His lighter shook in an unsteady hand. He’s unable to aim the flame under his cigarette, so Manetti reached over and steadied his hand, and Drax managed to get it lit. Manetti considered the man on the other side of the tiki bar. Sure, it’s the orange heat light and the backlit fog that created the illusion, but Drax wears the expression of a weary demon or maybe a withered angel; some hybrid of bliss and torment. He, Manetti’s, had witnessed that ecstatic tortured look, that rapture, firsthand whenever Drax was cumming inside him over the year he spent in his stable. This suspension between extremes, this balance between worlds; no wonder Ben stuck around more than a decade. Moth to a flame, night after night. It had its draw. “So,” said Manetti, rolling his ember in the ashtray. The glass ashtray’s imprinted with The Plan B Bar, the name he and Ben chose. He’s pretty sloshed by now, as is Drax, who’s smoking with exaggerated control. “How’d you really find us?” Manetti asked a second time, refilling his glass. Drax covered his emotions with each cloud of smoke he exhaled. “Read this article in Wired back when I could read,” Drax said. “Don’t look shocked. I read sometimes.” Drax took up his drink, swirled it, and gave it a small sip. “There was this article, a profile of a kid, called himself Alistair Enge. Didn’t want to give out his real name to the magazine. ‘Fraid his mama’d find out, I suppose. He started a porn site, the article said, e-commerce, premium subscriptions, whatnot. It claimed it was changing the face of porn. No photo of this new face of porn, but I said to myself, Drax, you old fuck,” he flicked his ash, “where you hear that name afore?” He paused long enough to take a drag. “Then I remembered your pirate story from back in the day. When was that, Michael? Eleven, twelve years ago?” Manetti thought for a second, stoking his beard, a few strands of grey now blending in. “Twelve years,” he says. “Well, I thought to go ask my friends Boris and Roger—they’re still together, if you’re wondering. Wallace died though. Pity, nice pooch. I asked my old friends Boris and Roger, I said, hey Boris, hey Roger, what you’d ever do with that boat. What was its name?” “We bought it. The Jolly Roger.” “The Jolly Roger, yes.” He swirled his drink again and sipped a little more urgently. “So this is yours and Ben’s establishment. What about Chris, or is it Alistair now?” Drax held his cigarette to his mouth, sucked hard on the tip, smoke curling around his tattooed knuckles, H-A-T-E. “Yeah, we own it. Chris has his own thing going, has a crew of programmers and managers, sales, regulatory, things like that. But Ben and I run this.” He hit his cigarette and blew smoke out forcefully threw his nose. “What made you think of the boat?” he asked. “Alistair—the new face of porn—said he’d spent several years sailing with his family around the Caribbean before Stanford. Family,” Drax scoffed bitterly. “Three of you, huh? How does that work?” “Works quite well,” Manetti replied, taking a last hit from his cigarette and then stamped it out. “So MD. You came all the way out here to…?” Manetti let the question hang. Drax let it dangle. “Shame about Bichon, but I suppose karma has a way of catching up to even the best of us, wouldn’t you say, Michael?” Drax’s ghostly eyes looked accusingly at him. The patio’s becoming darker each minute by the encroaching fog. “So, how’s tricks, boy-o? Turned any lately?” Manetti returned a cold smile. “No, man. Lifetime ago,” he said, calmly sipping his drink. “Very happily married. Proud owner of The Plan B, which we live above.” He pointed to a lit window over them. “Part-time bartender, full-time husband.” “Not even a nibble?” “Not even a taste.” “I have to say, when you three ran off, a third of my stable initially went with it. That took a big hit on my livelihood. To tell you the God’s honest truth, devastated my livelihood, completely. Put me right out of business.” Manetti considered this. He tipped the glass to his lips, swallowed. “Never had much overhead, MD,” he said a bit confused. “Hard to see how that could’ve impacted you in any meaningful way.” “Meaningful.” Drax tries the word in his mouth. “Meaningful. Full of meaning.” In the feeble light he searched Manetti’s face through his cataracts. “You tell me, Michael, what meaning is there when a usurper comes and steals your favored boy, the only boy you want, and gets away clean? I’ll tell you what that means. It means the rest of the stable sees there’s no repercussion for abandonment, and the whole stable dismantles, the tower crumbles.” “Hold on,” Manetti said, brows tightly knit. “I’m supposed to feel sorry for getting away from you? You cut off my cock, fucker, planted a pussy on me, and I’m the one that should feel guilty about what happens to you?” He barked a mirthless laugh. “The night of the fire you’re lucky Ben and Chris talked me out of tracking you down. I would have been much more medieval on you than I was to the good doctor.” Drax pulled out another cigarette from his pack. He wasn’t done with the first and tried to light the new one from the old, but his hand shook too much to get it lit. Manetti just watched him struggle, feeling no pity, only disgust. Drax finally got his Camel to light and blew out an enormous stream of smoke. “Truth is, you were damaged long before I met you, Michael. I just removed the damaged part I saw that was rotting away.” Manetti grabbed the old man’s shirt across the bar, and pulled him partially over the bamboo top. He cocked back his other arm in a fist but not before Drax pulled out a snub nose pistol from his pocket. Manetti saw the gun, dropped him and took a step back. “Whoa, whoa,” he said, hands where Drax could see them. He’s making no fast moves but his brain is racing. “So,” he ventured, seeing if he could tamp down the situation, “you come cross-country just to kill me because, what, you miss Ben? Mineshaft closed more than ten years ago, Drax. Boys grow up. Birds fly from the nest.” “I came for the one point eight million you stole,” Drax hissed. Manetti’s hands are still in the air. “Okay,” he conceded. “Fair enough. You’re owed that. We can more than cover it.” “And for stealing Ben,” Drax spits. “Can you cover that?” Manetti didn’t have a comeback. Manetti’s heart was racing. “No, you’re right, you’re right.” Drax had him in a corner, emotionally, logically, physically. “I fucked you over. I’m sorry. You have every right.” But then, finding himself cornered, he felt a spark of anger he couldn’t hold back. “So castration isn’t enough,” he said darkly, “you have to off me, is that it?” Drax looked out through his white glowing eyes and slowly, viciously nodded yes. Manetti looked down, thoughtful, then looked at his drink. Looked at Drax. Saw nothing but the cold, dead eyes of a shark. “So I guess, cheers, to my rotten life, then, huh?” He’s pleading, reaching slowly for his drink, hoping Drax will grant him a dead man’s right for a last fortifying drink. Drax gave him a gummy smile. “Go ahead, boy-o. On the house,” he said, pulling back the gun’s hammer. Manetti raised this glass, saluted Drax, and then tossed the alcohol in Drax’s face. Drax fired and hit Manetti, but Manetti snatched his lighter, flicked the wheel, and put the flame to the old man’s long beard. The alcohol ignited his doused beard, face and hair, and Drax’s whole head, right up to his eyebrows, lit into one giant flame. He’s reeling back, a human matchstick. He’s screaming, slapping his head, stumbling, wobbling blindly all over the patio. He’s firing at empty air, senseless of where he was. Manetti smacked the gun out of his hand and kept pushing him back, again and again, toward the railing. Drax was still screaming, clutching his head, consumed in fire. At the railing, Manetti gave him a final tap, not even that hard, and the old man flew downward into the alley, landed head first with a snap. Bobo and Duke ran out soon after the gunshots. Mike was holding his shoulder by the railing, peering over at something. Bobo rushed to Mike to see the extent of his wound, while Duke gazed down, inspecting the singed, smoldering figure, its arms and legs bent out at unnatural angles, sprawled over the asphalt. Duke turned to Mike grimly, “I told you smoking could kill you.” *** Chris danced in front of Manetti, with Ben looking on encouragingly. Manetti tried not to smile. The ocean was calm, the harbor breeze warm. The night sky was a dome of lights, moonless. Chris was feeling good, a bit buzzed. He swayed his hips close to Mike perched on his barstool. Chris reached up to the top button of Mike’s flowered shirt. “Bamba la bamba,” he sang. “No,” said Manetti. Chris unbuttoned it anyway. He reached for the second button. “C’mon, knock it off,” Mike said batting Chris’ hand away. Chris went back and undid the second button and reached in his hand and felt Manetti’s massive, fur-covered chest. He leaned in and lightly brushed his lips, felt his scruffy dark beard. Manetti started breathing unevenly. Chris kissed him slowly, purposefully, sensually. Manetti relaxed, for the first time letting down his guard. Chris pulled away with a spark in his eye, undoing the flowered shirt’s last button revealing the man’s entire black pelt. Ben was behind him and removed the Hawaiian shirt and placed it on the bar. He kissed Manetti’s right shoulder, then his left, then the nape of his neck. He threaded his hands around Manetti’s chest, feeling his warmth and his racing heart. Chris grasped the man’s belt and Manetti stood up quickly and pushed Chris away. “I can’t,” he cried. “No. Don’t,” he pleaded. Chris got on his knees and unlatched the belt, started lowering the zipper. Manetti was never one for underwear, so when the shorts fell, he stood on the deck naked, exposed for all the world see. Chris bent in and kissed Manetti’s regrown bush, his soft black hair, brushed it delicately with his fingertips, drew a line along the soft pink lips. “Stop,” Manetti gasped. “It just a cunt.” “Not just, it’s you,” the young man said. “You is who I want.” He put his face between Manetti’s legs, breathed him in, licked Manetti. The unfamiliar sensation caused the man to heave a monumental breath, brought a sigh of pleasure but also one of confusion. Shaking he stepped back off balanced. Ben was there to catch him. Manetti felt weak, fought against his frailty. Turning his vulnerability to strength, he steeled himself, grabbing Chris and Ben by their hands and pulling them forcefully down to the master cabin. There he ripped off Chris shirt and tore off the boy’s pants, then combatively, ripped the buttons off Ben’s shirt, held his head forcefully, and sucked his face like he’d been wanting to every day for the past six months. Ben, still locked onto Manetti’s lips, slipped off his shorts. Chris came over and stuck his face close to theirs. Manetti pulled back as Chris kissed Ben’s bent forehead, then as Ben looked up at his brother, Chris kissed his cheek. Ben found Chris’ mouth, and slid his tongue over his brother’s tongue. Both men were erect, which Manetti took full advantage of. He suck his lover’s massive member, then his brother’s smaller but still generous meat. He stuck both their cocks in his mouth and tortured them, rubbing their cockheads against each other, sliding his tongue around them, making them leak in arousal. He grabbed some bedside lube and rubbed it on Chris and Ben erections, then on his front lips and between his cheeks. He positioned himself on his side pulling Chris down with him. Ben laid down in back. Manetti eased his butt, like so many times in the past, against Ben protruding erection. Ben’s stiff and metal adorned organ slowly slid inside Manetti, familiar and so welcome. Chris faced Mike and held his cock at Mike’s new lips and looked in his eyes. Mike gave him a smile of permission, and Chris slowly, sensually parted Mike’s virginal lips. Chris rubbed his dick up and down, rhythmically finding he could part Mike’s body. Mike helped by rocking back on Ben’s cock, allowing it to penetrate him deeply, then rocked forward to take a bit, an inch, then two, of Chris’s cock. There was electricity in the dark cabin, palpable breath on a face, on a neck, mouth against mouth, inhalations and exhalations exchanged. A painful tearing of skin, slowly, erotically. Of all the collective torture they’d been through, this was the most protracted and agonizing. Like a band aid slowly being ripped off, one cell at a time. Tension and desire continually traded places, body parts awash in lubricants, smoothly flowing, painfully, exhilaratingly, new sensations every second between three men who found they were heading into unexplored territory. Mike felt the violation of his organ, both past and present, ravishing him, making him loose control. Once past the initial pain, at first the pleasure was too intense, but the allure of submitting to two men stroking inside his body, became intensely satisfying. Then, after accepting the satisfaction, he recognized he could invert it. Suddenly he felt more in control of them than they were of him. Writhing between them, he was in charge of their pleasure. He controlled their body’s rhythm, granting them unending satisfaction through his rhythmic, velvety undulations, granting them the pleasure they sought within his body. Chris whispered almost inaudible, “Oh, fuck Ben. I feel you.” Their faces so close together not a breath escaped detection by any of them. The three shared this discovering. “I feel you, too, brah,” said Ben deep inside Mike. The closer he drew into Mike, the more Ben’s cock pressed against a wall that barely separated him from his brother. Ben withdrew and slid in deep with each stroke, not only thrilling Mike but also erotically rubbed under Chris’ cockhead. Not one of the three of them saw this coming. They gasped at the orchestra of sensation flowing through their bodies, the variety of pitch and crescendos they could produce. Chris was almost in to his balls, when Manetti cried out in pain. They halted abruptly. They caught their collective breath. No one moved. Chris slowly eased all the way out fearing he’d damaged Mike. But the look on Manetti’s face showed how amorous he still felt, how much he wanted Chris back inside. Ben never left Mike’s ass. One of life’s greatest feelings for Manetti was having Ben’s full python buried deeply inside him. He nudged Ben until Ben fell onto his back pulling Manetti along with him. Then Manetti rocked on top of him, rising forward to impale himself in a squatting position. He bobbed in a wave of lust against his lover’s groin, sending waves of pleasure careening through both their bodies. He smiled lewdly at Chris, his hands parting his new lips, inviting the young man to come back in. Mike fingering his twat was an obscene gesture that excited the fuck out of Chris. He knelt like he was in church in front of the holy alter of Mike, as Mike reclined back spreading his legs, fall back onto Ben’s chest. Chris slipped in cautiously, but increasingly giving into his arousal, his desire to fuck Manetti as deeply and as hard as he could. Chris never imagined he could share in such a complicated arrangement, of boomeranging and ricocheting needs and lust-filled desires. He made out with Mike as his cock rocked inside the man, then found his brother’s face alongside Mike and satisfied his forbidden, incestuous appetite, discovering how deep within Mike he could fuck against his brother’s hard, massive cock. How could they know how good this would feel, how tangled their emotions would entwined, how bound together their souls would become? They united in the moment, tonight, tomorrow, for a lifetime. Manetti felt the brothers shudder together, felt how wet he suddenly was, leaking out both sides of his body as the brothers continued to quake. And somewhere within, sliding against his core, against his body’s tectonic plates, a quake overtook him too, pulled him over a vista and he could see how this could all work out. He shuddered in gratification of the corruption and purity of this comingling of brothers cumming within him at this moment. They gasped, all breathing unevenly, laid there motionless except for the rising and falling of their chests. Chris was the first to make a move, cascading them all to the side, all still holding each other for dear life. Had this even a chance of continuing? Just because it hadn’t been done before it still could be done. It’d be messy and complicated. They’d expect no understanding from others. Gee, didn’t that already sound all too familiar? Chris and Mike looked at each other with faces radiating satiation, Ben kissing the swirling hairs, the soft opera of Manetti’s neck. They lay quietly for a long time. Then Mike exploded. “Alright, you fucking perverts,” he roared between them, snapping into drill sergeant mode. He quickly and rudely untangled their cocks from his body. Rising off the bed, he grabbed the grease. “Prior brothers!” he barked. “Edge of bed with your asses in the air! Now!” He greased both his hands greedily. “It’s time you boys ride the Manetti Chariot!” He smacked both their asses hard. They responded, excitedly bounding to their knees, aligning next to each other on all fours, pulling and playing with each other’s floppy cocks like naughty schoolboys, while Mike lined up his fingers against their holes. Ben draped his arm over Chris’ shoulder and Chris draped his arm over his big brother’s. “And don’t expect me to take it easy on either one of you sick fucks,” Manetti growled, plunging deep inside their cavities.

Being vocal when about to seed his hole is very fucking horny and love to make a bottom cum from cumming in his arse, vocalizing it seems to do the trick. Enjoy hearing him want it inside. Also his hunger for cum makes me cum even harder

Part 4 I woke up with Dante's cock so lodged in my ass. I started to think about what I had done with him the night before, the pipe I was given to smoke, two of Dante's crew fucking right in front of me, at how good Dante made me feel and was making me feel at that moment with his hardening cock inside my ass. There was also a feeling of guilt at all I had done. Instinctively I began to move my ass I an attempt to milk his cock for another load. As wrong as it might have been the only thing I knew was that I needed him to cum inside me again and again. This was what I meant to be, a white boy whore born to service a dominant black man. As I worked my ass was much as I possibly could I thought I felt Dante begin to stir. Dante I knew my new white fuck toy was awake as I began to think of what I was going to call him. All of my crew had specific nick names and this boy needed a special one from me as he started to work his ass on my hard cock had been lodged inside him since I fucked that last load inside him before we went to sleep. This would be the first and (for the moment) only white boy in my crew. His only duty would be to be my fuck hole. He had the nicest ass I had ever had the opportunity to fuck. I’ve figured my entire crew, including the straight boys, and this white, home boy was great. He was fresh like white bread. That’s it, I’ll call him Home Slice. It was time to give Home Slice was he was trying to work for as I grabbed his hips, pulled him to his knees as I a show, methodical fuck of this white boy I claimed as my own fuck whole. As I fucked him, making him moan with every in and of movement of my cock, I asked him, “How's my Home Slice feeling?” His response said it all as he moaned a couple times before answering, “Fantastic, I love you cock inside my ass. I can’t wait to feel it throb inside me.” I let Home Slice know, “You’ll get my dirty cum when I’m ready to give it to you. I want you to enjoy this fuck before some of my boys teach you how to suck cock. You’ll have all afternoon to get it down before tonight.” I went on telling him “Now that you’re part of my crew I need to give you a new name to match, I came up with Home Slice. Your ass is uniquely fresh like a slice of white bread, and being a white, home boy, I figured Home Slice fit you perfectly.” As I said this I knew he was liking the name and attention he was getting as I felt his ass working harder to milk my load out of me. I wasn’t going to disappoint him as I picked up my pace, my breathing noticeably changed and I grabbed his hips and rammed my cock in deep inside Home Slice and fired my load deep inside. I kept my all hard cock inside his great ass trying to resist the urge to keep fucking him, knowing me needed to learn to suck cock properly. I had a group of gay boys coming over to teach Home Slice how to suck deep throat a cock. I gave him one more thrust and what cum was left in me before I pulled out letting him know that other then this ‘training’ no one else in the crew was to ever try to fuck him or hey him to suck their cock. His ass belonged to me and me alone and I would decide if he was to be fucked by anyone other then me, and you will be naked when I’m here with you or only a pair of your boxer briefs. You looked so damn hot I them when your shorts came off. Now it’s time for you to learn to suck cock.” Home Slice Dante had given me my name as a new member of his crew. I really liked Home Slice, and the fuck he left me with was amazing. He must have shot his cum very deep in my ass cause with his cock no longer inside me none of it leaked out. Dante walked out of his bedroom leaving me alone in the room for a could minutes before four naked guys came into the room. I recognized one of them from my high school and a sudden fear came over me that everyone from school would soon know about me and Dante. The first thing my classmate told me, “Don’t worry Chris, if I were to tell anyone Dante would probably kill me.” He laughed a little at his own comment telling me he was dead serious. They began to teach me and demonstrate how to suck cock, how to avoid gagging and focusing on the pleasure my mouth and throat can provide not just the guy I’m sucking but the pleasure that will bring me. This was followed by my starting to suck each of them starting with the guy with the smallest cock, probably about 6-6.5” to the guy with the biggest, that had you be a just smaller then Dante’s cock (who happened to be my high school classmate). As I thought about how pleased Dante would be if I could properly suck his cock the task of giving head became easier as I followed their instructions and was soon getting every cock into my throat. I gagged a couple times, but tried to focus on the pleasure I was providing. With that I mind I found myself easily not just taking the guys cock into my throat, but learning how to use my throat to milk the cock. One of the guys teaching me let me know, “The last thing you need to learn is you swallow the guys cum.” Somewhere in the back of my head I knew I’d have to eat a guy’s cum. One by one sucked each guy’s cock to completion. The first guy gave me plenty of warning before he for his cum in my mouth. My first taste of cum wasn't that bad, a little bit of sweet and salty that I knew I’d cum to love. The next guy gave my less time to prepare for him to fill my mouth. His cum tasted a little different, not that bad, but again I knew that I’d be expected to swallow no matter the taste just like I was to accept any cum that was to be shot into my ass. The next one gave me no warning, but somehow I knew when he was ready and didn’t spill a drop. By this time I was eager to swallow his cum. The taste began to grow on me as I eagerly swallowed his load. The last guy, my schoolmate, told me, “Dante wants me to ready you for a skull fucking if I think you can handle it, and I think you can.” I began sucking him, getting him hard as he let me know to take a breath every chance I was given. Once he was hard a steel in he grabbed my head and without a word began to face fuck me. Every so often he works bury his cock I’m my throat cutting of my air supply before pulling out just long enough for me to get a quick breath of air before resuming face fucking me. What really surprised me was even he buried his cock you the root in my throat and I felt his cock throb as he delivered his cum directly to my stomach. He pulled back towards the end of if orgasm allowing me a taste of his cum. He had the best tasting cum of all of the guys teaching me. After that left me in Dante’s room it was only a few minutes before Dante returned. Nothing was said, I knew why he was there and that was to see how I well I could suck cock. I knew he wasn’t going to be disappointed. Dante I had the four white boys wait while I was going to see how well Home Slice had become as a new cock sucker. I told them, “You can hang out with my crew while I check out how well you taught Home Slice. Be sure you keep them happy in any way that they want.” The four white boys knew what I meant by keeping my crew happy as the familiar pipe appeared and the Tina addicts quickly began to smoke. Knowing my crew, I was sure that when I returned to check in them, they’d be spun out of there mind after being slammed. I only knew of one of them that was definitely a slammer and two that had never had slammed before. I made sure that all the action would be recorded for me to watch at a later time. I went to my room to find Home Slice still naked and waiting for me. Not a word was spoken as I sat on the bed resting against the head board with my legs spread and a soft cock waiting for a warm mouth. Home Slice climbed up between my legs and without hesitation took my black cock into his wet and warm mouth. As he went to work sucking and licking my cock began to respond as it grew and soon ground it’s way into his throat. The first the me deep throated me I nearly lost my load. Those boys did good and I was sure that they were enjoying themselves as I began to hear coughing coming from the living room. As good as Home Slice was doing in my cock I had to see how he wound handle a large load of cum shot into his mouth. The work he was doing on sucking me was getting me very close to cumming. I’ve always be one who could hold off cumming easily, but knew this want the time for me to hold back. I gave no warning as I began to fill his mouth with a big load of my cum (no matter how many times I cum my volume barely diminished. He has already taken a good fuck from me, he’s been and to deep throat my big black cock, if he swallows my spunk he’ll be ready for Miguel’s visit tonight. Ready or not get was about to get it from me as I began to fill his mouth. At first it didn’t look like he was going to handle the missive load I was giving him but before I knew it, he began to swallow it down as I continued to fill him up. A little bit leaked out the corner of his mouth but it wasn't enough to matter to me as I finished shooting and he finished swallowing. He was ready!

PART 6 Dean had shoved a huge shard of T in Daddy’s big round furry ass. “You fucker. Holy shit! Damn, you could’ve warned me! I wouldn’t turn down a nice booty bump from a hot pig like you!” Dean got a nasty grin on his face and said “I know, Mike, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I love surprises. Don’t you?” Daddy laughed and said. “You dirty little fucker. Wait until I get my cock out of this whore and into your sloppy cumdump.” Dean laughed while Daddy continued to lay on Chris’ chest and let the booty bump fully dissolve in his ass. Chris stuck his tongue in Daddy’s mouth and they were making out like crazy while Dean kept shoving his fingers in and out of Daddy’s hole. Daddy continued to moan loudly, while he pushed himself back on Dean’s fingers. Finally Daddy lifted himself up, moaning, while Dean kept his fingers in Daddy’s ass. Finally, the hairy stranger who was fucking me started to speed up and leaned down and grabbed my face, spitting in it to get my attention and said “I’m gonna come, faggot, where do you want my load?” He grinned, knowing the answer I would give. There was only one right answer. “Please shoot it in my cumdump. It’s the only place I want loads. I need cum in my rape hole. Fucking knock me up, man…make my cunt pregnant.” The man got a grimace on his face and pounded me hard. “Take my fucking load you dirty little cumwhore!” He kept pounding his fat cock in and out of my cunt faster and faster, and then held still. I could feel his nuts pulsing and shooting another load of stranger sperm deep inside me. The man who just bred me leaned down to kiss me and when he did, he spit in my face again, smiled and said “you fucking dirty little faggot. Your cunt needs more doesn’t it?” I nodded and moaned, then he pulled his fat uncut cock out of my cunt and shoved it into my mouth so I could clean off the cum from various men that he’d been using to lube up his dick. Meanwhile, another complete stranger walked up and prepared to use me for my primary purpose. Being fucked by hard cocks, and bred full of sperm by men I didn’t know and would never see again. While I was getting loaded up, Daddy had started to fuck Chris hard again, making him beg for Daddy’s amazing cock. He was even calling my Daddy “Daddy,” which turned me on so much. I really wanted to have another brother who was as much of a whore as me. While the next man (this time a smooth black guy with a giant dick) began using me, Dean walked up behind Daddy, who was bent over Chris pounding him alternately hard and soft. On one of the slower pounds, Dean touched his ass. He immediately stopped and said “can’t resist my ass, can you Dean? OK. Breed the old man. It’s been a while since I’ve had your rape stick inside me. Go ahead, mother fucker. Do your best.” Dean laughed and looked over at me, grinning. His cock was fat and steel hard. He walked up to Daddy and quickly rammed his entire cock into Daddy’s big hairy ass, causing him to moan and lean over Chris’ chest again. Chris cried out “Holy fuck, Daddy! Your cock just got fatter inside my cunt. That feels so fucking good. Every time Dean rams your hole, I can feel your cock throbbing all the way inside my cumdump! FUCK YEAH!” Chris trailed off into gibberish, and Eric leaned over and gave him another hit of T from the pipe while Jose was sucking another stranger who I hadn’t noticed before. The man who was fucking me looked at me in disbelief at what was happening around him. He turned to me and said “is that hot older guy really your Dad?” I smiled and said “He sure is. He raised me to be just as much of a whore as he is.” Daddy moaned while Dean continued to pound his cunt, all the while telling Daddy what a dirty cumdump he was. “Well fuck, man, your hole sure feels sloppy and amazing. I’m gonna add some more cum to it. You like my cock, fagboy?” I grabbed onto his big ass and pulled his huge cock as far inside me as I could and moaned. “Fuck yeah, man, I need as many loads as you can give me.” He laughed and said “here comes the first one, I can usually give a whore three or four. You ready faggot?” “FUCK YES! Give me your load! I need it breeding me!” Daddy turned and moaned while he laughed and said “That’s my dirty little pig. Beg for the man’s load like I taught you.” Dean laughed and began to shove his cock into Daddy’s cunt with each word he repeated his hard strokes. “You do the SAME, MIKE. BEG. FOR. MY. LOAD.” Daddy moaned and said “Please give me your fucking load Dean! I need to get my cunt knocked up. Breed me like the whore I am.” Dean laughed and said “as if I was going to give you a choice."

We should definitely meet up sometime and exchange our toxic poz strains. I'm from Los Angeles Southern California and your from Sacramento northern California.

[ There is a mention about escorts in this (and earlier) chapters. From the info in the alert, I think it should be OK since its in a section of fictional stories and this story is complete fiction ] Part 46 - Pool time The next few days were quiet as they recovered from their trip to San Francisco. Joe sent a message off to Greg with several questions about the job and a separate one about meeting for fun. He didn’t feel he could charge Greg but was unsure how to handle it. He decided to just meet and not mention anything about money and not accept it if Greg gave it to him. Joe’s other phone buzzed with a message and he hauled it out. The message was from Greg. “Let’s meet at the Palomar Hotel tomorrow. I’ll get room. Mind if its a group?” Joe replied “Sounds good. What time? Group OK, I think. Who?” His main phone buzzed and he had answers to most of his work questions from Greg. While he was reading the messages his second phone buzzed and Greg’s response was “4pm. A couple future co-workers.” Joe then sent a message to the intern he met on the interview before Christmas. “Hi. This is Joe. We met when Greg gave me the tour after my 2nd interview. Can we talk?” Raphi replied back a little while later “yeah. now?” Joe walked out on the balcony and took a big hit off the joint and stubbed it out. He called Raphi and he asked several questions about the job, the workplace, work hours, and then finally asked about the people there. “Yeah, its the people that make this a great place to work” Raphi said. “We work hard, but we play hard too. Sometimes its G rated stuff - bowling, softball or sand volleyball. Stuff like that. But some of the people like to have more, uh, adult fun. Drinking, dancing, partying, and…” Raphi stopped. “And?” Joe asked. “Can I ask you a personal question, Joe?” Raphi asked nervously. “Yeah, no problem” replied Joe. “I think I know the answer, but I want to be sure. Are you, uh… gay or bi?” asked Raphi. Joe laughed and said “Yeah, I am.” “Oh good. My gaydar has always sucked and I misinterpret guys all the time. I can never tell if someone is just being friendly or hitting on me. Anyway, the reason I asked is that some of the guys at work have sex parties sometimes. I’ve heard they’re really wild. I haven’t gone to one yet, I’ve been too nervous” Raphi said. “My turn to ask a personal question, then” said Joe and Raphi said “Sure” in his usual, exuberant voice. “Are you nervous because you’re a virgin?” Joe asked. “Oh fuck no! I lost that years ago. I, uh, just never, uh… done it in a group” Raphi replied. “Ah, that’s cool. Don’t worry about it. Maybe start small with two or three other people and then try larger groups when you’re ready. Just remember, it can be fun to go outside your comfort zone” Joe said. “Yeah, thanks. I hope you decide to take the job. You seem like a cool guy and I think it would be fun to work together. If they’ve offered you a job then they really want you. Its very tough to get a job there. Most people don’t last through the first interview. I heard they only gave four second interviews” Raphi said. “Oh wow. Thanks for the heads up. I’ll be talking to you later. Maybe we can grab coffee or a beer later in the week” Joe replied. “Yeah, that would be cool. Maybe you can tell me the strange place where Greg found you then, hehe” Raphi said. Joe chuckled and said “Uh, maybe. Bye” and hung up the phone. Joe and Kyle put on their swim suits and grabbed a few beers before going to the hot tub downstairs. They took their t-shirts and sandals off and slid into the hot bubbling water. They discussed Joe’s job offer and how they wished they could be naked and fuck each other out in public. They made comments about some of the guys laying out by the main pool and realized why Mark liked this apartment complex since it seemed that it was filled with hot guys. They heard a noise behind them and when they turned they saw two guys setting their drinks down and getting into the other side of the tub. They took in the sight of the newcomers who smiled back and were obviously checking Joe and Kyle out. “Hi, mind if we join you?” asked the blond haired guy. “No problem” Kyle replied. The new guys tossed their towels to the side and both were wearing speedos that left little to the imagination. The blonde guy was tall and thin and seemed to be completely shaved, with no pubic hair showing above his low cut orange speedo. The other guy was a chocolate skinned black guy with his hair in a mohawk, a few inches taller than his friend and while also thin, had a lot of definition to his muscles. His cock, while seemingly soft left a large bulge in his yellow swimsuit. “I’m Adam and this is Wes” the blond guy said and Joe introduced themselves. Joe looked over and Adam and Wes were sitting close together with their hands underneath the bubbling water, which he assumed meant they were groping each other. “I don’t think I’ve seen you guys around before. Did you guys just move in?” Wes asked. “We’re out visiting my brother for the holidays and thought we’d come down here and enjoy the weather and the views” Joe replied. “Ah, cool. Are you two… uh… together?” Adam then asked. “Yeah, Joe’s my boyfriend. But… we’re… uh… open” Kyle responded and then winked. Both Adam and Wes smiled before Adam said “We’re roommates but sometimes we play together.” There was a minute of silence while it seemed everyone was checking each other out more thoroughly. “Nice tattoo” Adam commented. “Thanks. My brother got it for me as my graduation gift. Now I just have to graduate!” Joe said with a chuckle and everyone laughed with him. Adam and Wes started to move across the hot tub near Joe and Kyle. Adam reached out and traced parts of the tattoo on Joe’s arm and then chest. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to be that rude. I just haven’t been up close with any guys that have a tattoo and it fascinates me. I don’t think I could stand the pain to have something like that done” Adam said. Joe chuckled again and said “No problem, I like hot guys touching me. The tattoo didn’t hurt too much. Just the chest part, really, and it wasn’t too bad.” Joe glanced over and Wes was getting close to Kyle. He looked back and Adam was moving in to kiss Joe, so he put his arm around Adam and pulled him in. Their lips touched and then Joe parted his lips and pressed his tongue to Adam’s lips. The kiss got more intense and Joe heard a moan come from Kyle and Wes’s direction. The two pairs were making out for several minutes until Adam broke the kiss and sat down next to Joe. His hand quickly made it’s way to Joe’s crotch where he found a stiff cock straining against his swimsuit. Adam grasped Joe's cock and then stroked it slowly. Kyle was rubbing Wes’s bulge and watching the snake grow longer and thicker until it started to crawl out of his speedo. Kyle looked up at Wes and grinned before licking his lips. Wes looked over at Joe and Adam who were kissing again while Adam stroked Joe’s cock underneath the water. Wes said “We should probably go inside before we get busted again.” Adam reluctantly ended the kiss and agreed. Adam and Wes went back over to the other side of the tub and got out, covering their hard cocks by wrapping their towels around their waists. Joe and Kyle started to get out of the pool doing the same and dropped their empty beer cans in the trash. They started to walk back towards the building, with Joe and Kyle in the lead. Once inside, they got on the elevator and Adam hit 3, for their floor. The four walked down the hall to Adam and Wes’s apartment and went in. As soon as they were inside, everyone stripped off their swimsuits and Adam led everyone into his bedroom. Joe turned Adam around and backed him up to the bed before pushing him back so he laid down on one side of the bed. “Damn, you have another tattoo” Adam said as he tried to look closer at it. “Yeah I do” Joe said as he climbed on top of Adam. “Fuck! He’s got a third one too” exclaimed Wes as he spotted the biohazard tattoo on Joe’s calf. “What? Let me see!” Adam said excitedly. Joe climbed off and then turned around, showing Adam the back of his leg. “Oh, shit! You’re poz, aren’t you?” Adam said. “Yeah I am” Joe replied. Kyle moved back and let Wes see the tat above his cock. “Fuck. You too?” Wes said. “We can play safe” Joe said, sensing reluctance from Adam. “I don’t care. I’m on prep, so I’m good” Wes said. Adam looked to be white as a ghost. “Uh… I… uh… don’t fuck with poz guys. Sorry” Adam said. Joe decided to push a bit, since he really wanted to fuck Adam. “Are you on prep?” he asked. “No” Adam replied. “Then you always fuck with condoms then. Right?” Joe probed a bit more. “No, I prefer it raw” Adam said after several seconds. “Then its just a matter of time. There’s lots of guys out there that don’t know they’re poz and will tell you they’re neg. Theres even some guys that know they’re poz and will lie just to fuck you. You’ve probably already taken poz loads and you didn’t even know it” Joe said in an almost scholarly voice. “No, I’m really careful” Adam said. “Dude, that’s stupid. I’ve been telling you for over a year to get on it” Wes said as he started to move towards the door, dragging Kyle with him. “You wouldn’t fuck with a poz guy even with a condom?” Joe asked as he looked down at Adam. “No. I’ve had them break before” Adam said. Joe stepped back and started towards the door. As soon as he got out into the living room and was reaching for his swimsuit, Wes called to him and motioned him into the other bedroom. Wes pulled them in close and said “Fuck yeah! Now I get to get tag teamed by a couple of hot poz guys!” Joe looked at Kyle and then said “As long as you end up fucking both of us too.” “Hell, yeah!” Wes replied and the three of them moved on to the bed. Joe moved in front of Wes and Kyle behind him and soon Wes had a cock in his throat and a tongue up his ass. His rock hard, nine inch, thick cut cock was dripping precum almost immediately on the bed while Joe and Kyle used him. No mention had been made about condoms and Kyle didn’t see any around. He did spot a bottle of poppers next to a bottle of lube and quickly grabbed both of them. He did two hits from the brown bottle and then dripped some lube on Wes’s pulsing hole. Kyle worked his finger in and forced some lube inside. He worked his finger in and out and then added a second finger. Wes was moaning around Joe’s cock as his hole got opened up. Joe was slowly fucking his cock into Wes’s mouth and then into his throat. Joe knew that Wes was really good at sucking and deep throating cock and seemed to be enjoying every second. He tried to pace it so that he didn’t blow his load down Wes’s throat. He wanted to plant his load deep in that hot bubble butt. Kyle couldn’t wait to get his cock in Wes’s hole so he pulled his fingers out and slicked up his cock with lube and moved in. He passed the poppers to Joe and then slid his cock into the quickly closing hole. He pushed in slowly, sinking his cock all the way in with one long stroke. A muffled “Oh fuck yeah” came from Wes and Kyle felt Wes clamp down on his cock when he got all the way in. Kyle started rolling his hips and drilled his raw cock into Wes’s hungry pussy. The harder he fucked the harder Joe’s cock got driven into Wes’s throat. Joe and Kyle had fucked many guys like this and it never seemed to get old. Joe’s cock was getting treated like few other times when they had spit roasted guys. No matter how hard Kyle fucked, Wes was still using his tongue and throat to massage and pleasure his cock. He finally had to pull his cock out of Wes’s mouth to prevent himself from cumming. He held up the poppers to Wes’s nose and let him breathe in. Kyle put his hands on Wes’s shoulders and forced his head into the mattress. He got up on his feet and started to pound into Wes, his cock plunging deep into his tunnel. His precum had been coating Wes’s insides and making it easy to fuck him hard. Kyle began to moan as his balls tightened. Wes started to beg in between thrusts - “Fuck yeah” “drill that ass” “fucking breed me.” The last one told Kyle everything he needed to know and began to feel his cock pulse as he shot his toxic seed deep inside Wes’s prep'd neg hole. He wasn’t going to be able to knock Wes up, but it still felt good. When the shots stopped, Kyle thrust in a few more times and pulled out. He heard a whimper from Wes, but his hole was not empty long before Joe took his turn. Wes’s hole was slick and still gaping when Joe shoved in all the way and Wes let out a loud moan. This was a feeling Joe loved, an eager hole filled with poz cum coating his cock. Joe knew he wouldn’t last long, since Wes’s oral skills had taken him to the edge several times already. He reached forward and pulled Wes up, so they were both upright while Joe drilled his cock in. He whispered into Wes’s ear “It feels good having that poz load inside you, doesn’t it?” Wes replied with a “Mmmhmm.” “You like taking the forbidden seed, right?” Joe continued as his hips slammed into Wes’s ass. “Oh yeah” Wes moaned. “One day you’ll stop taking the meds and let it happen, won’t you?” Joe teased and got “Mmmhmm” from Wes. Joe was a little surprised at Wes’s response, but it turned him on even more. Four more thrusts and his cock showered Wes’s guts with another toxic load of cum. They both yelled out when Joe’s orgasm hit and Joe held Wes tight, lightly biting his neck. Joe and Wes slowly fell to the bed, Joe’s cock still inside Wes. Kyle joined the two of them and they laid there recovering for several minutes. Wes’s cock was semi hard and Kyle leaned down and began to suck on it. He tasted the sweat and the precum that had been dripping out while they had been fucking Wes. It quickly got rigid and filled Kyles mouth with its girth. Wes smiled as Kyle sucked and Joe played with his nipples. “You boys want my neg seed in those poz cunts?” Wes said and was greeted with both saying “Mmmhmm” as they continued getting Wes aroused. Wes got up and pushed Kyle off the bed and bent him over. He took the bottle of lube and pushed some into Kyle’s hole with a pair of fingers. It was obvious to Kyle that this fuck wasn’t going to be gentle. A third finger joined in and Wes twisted his fingers around, stretching Kyle open. Wes yanked his fingers out and slapped his hard cock on Kyle’s ass. He spread the cheeks apart and rubbed his cock up and down and then without warning jabbed it into Kyle’s hole. “FUCK!” Kyle yelled. This was the biggest cock that Kyle had taken in a while and Wes was just ripping into his ass. Kyle buried his face into the bed, letting it muffle his screams. He tried to get his body to relax but it took longer than he wanted. After almost two dozen thrusts he got used to the brutal invasion from Wes’s cock. His ass was burning, but it started to feel good. He turned his head and started to moan and that seemed to spur Wes on to fuck harder and go that extra bit deeper, hitting his inner ring. Kyle’s eyes rolled back and a new wave of pain spread through his body. Soon, that too dissipated and Kyle’s moans returned. Wes pounded Kyle like that for several minutes and then Kyle felt his cock get even thicker. “UGHHH UGGHHH AAAAHHHHHHHHH” screamed Wes as Kyle felt his guts get filled with cum. He couldn’t feel any pulses from Wes’s cock, it just seemed like a flood of hot cream was getting pumped into him. Joe stood there looking in awe of what happened to Kyle and was bracing himself for similar treatment. Wes pulled his cock out of Kyle’s hole and a mixture of cum and blood dripped out down his balls and legs. Kyle crawled up on to the bed and laid there face down and Wes slapped his ass. “Thats why I love fucking poz guys. They know how to take cock and love it rough.” Wes said. He sat down on the bed, rubbing Kyle’s back when they heard from the doorway “Can I join in?” It was Adam. He was shaking and still pale. “Sure, bring the condoms” Joe said. “No. No condoms. You’re right. I am playing with fire and didn’t want to admit it. At least this way I’ll know when it happens” Adam said. “You sure about this? We’re not on meds” Kyle said, turning his head back towards Adam. “Uh… Yeah” Adam replied. Kyle got up from the bed, feeling more cum drip down his leg and motioned Adam over. Wes got up and moved to the other side of the bed and motioned for Joe to kneel on the bed with his ass over the edge. Wes lubed up Joe’s hole and then tossed the bottle over to Kyle. Adam climbed on the bed and Kyle said quietly “On your back.” Kyle rolled Adam on to his shoulders and began to rim his hairless ass. He sucked Adam’s balls into his mouth, one by one, and then feasted on the tight hole. He could still feel Adam’s body quiver but soon he also heard him moan. Curling his tongue, he worked it into Adam’s tight hole, feeling it relax the more his tongue poked in. Kyle brought his index finger up and slowly pushed it in, getting the spit inside. He knew that Adam was too nervous and too tight to just use spit for lube and leaned back and dripped some of the lube over his pucker. Kyle’s finger slid in much easier now and he tried to get the lube in deeper. Joe and Wes had been watching up to this point and then Wes started to lube up Joe’s ass too. Kyle added a second finger and felt Adam loosen up and didn’t feel him shaking any more. The moans got louder from Adam and Kyle knew he had gotten over his fear. A third finger went in and Adam’s hole opened up nicely. After a few quick strokes of his lubed hand on his cock, Kyle lowered Adam down and lined his cock up. He wasn’t even sure if Adam had ever had a pierced cock in his ass, but he soon was going to. Kyle locked his eyes on Adam’s and he saw that combination of fear and lust that he knew from every neg guy he had fucked since he converted. Kyle slowly pushed in and felt Adam’s hole clamp down. “You sure about this?” he asked and Adam nodded ‘yes’. Adam took a deep breath and his hole loosened up and Kyle’s cock popped inside. He let Adam get used to it before rocking his hips, getting his cock in deeper with each stroke. Kyle chuckled to himself thinking that as brutal a fuck Wes had just given him, he was doing the opposite with Adam. His strokes got longer and longer and his precum began to add to the spit and lube he had used. Adam was staring at him, never blinking as he started slow and worked up to a full fuck. His pubic hair was hitting against the hairless pussy and he saw a smile come across Adam’s face. Soon there was the slapping sound of two bodies slamming into each other as Wes was pounding Joe while Kyle fucked Adam. Wes was holding back, trying not to scare Adam any more than he already was. Joe was relieved that he was being spared the savage fuck that Kyle had gotten. Groans and moans filled the room with the skin slapping sounds. The pace seemed to pick up in spurts. First Kyle would fuck faster and Wes would match it, then Wes would speed up and Kyle would follow suit. Kyle knew he was close and he looked down at Adam, trying to decide whether to pull out or not when Adam said “Breed me.” Kyle needed no more encouragement and jack rabbited his cock into Adam’s hole before slamming in deep and unleashing a huge load of charged cum inside Adam’s neg hole. Wes heard Adam’s comment and Kyle’s subsequent orgasm and started to pound Joe’s ass hard. Just as hard as he had Kyle’s. Joe wasn’t prepared for it and his body recoiled from the sudden attack. His hole gripped Wes’s shaft like a vice and it just made things more painful. It also caused Wes to start to shoot his load deep inside Joe. When Wes’s cock stopped throbbing and pumping his seed in, Wes pulled his cock out and stood there panting. Kyle pulled his cock out of Adam and climbed off the bed. Joe scooted over got between Adam’s legs and asked “You want another one?” Adam nodded and Joe slid his rock hard cock into Adam’s creamy hole. Kyle walked over to Wes and got on his knees and started to clean his cock of the slime from Joe and his ass. Wes’s cock stayed hard even though he had just fucked and bred two guys. He was fixated on Joe fucking Adam. Joe wasn’t as gentle as Kyle was, but Adam seemed to be ok with it. Joe pushed Adam back and folded him up, getting better leverage to drill into his neg cunt. His long strokes sometimes got too long and he pulled all the way out and drove right back in, causing a gasp to come from Adam. The cum from Kyle kept Adam lubed up and the force of Joe’s cock was pushing some of the creamy goodness out and around the base of Joe’s cock. “You want my load too?” asked Joe as he started to fuck harder. Kyle stopped sucking to hear Adam’s response. “Fuck yeah, breed me too!” yelled Adam. Joe slowed down and slammed in, waited a moment then slowly pulled back before doing it again. Joe looked deep into Adam’s blue eyes and gave one final shove, leaving his cock in deep as his balls pumped his virus laden cum into Adam’s unprotected hole. He pulled back half way and drove his cock back in, feeling a few more spurts shoot inside. He leaned forward and kissed Adam deeply before leaning back and pulling his cock out. Adam stretched his legs out and laid there on Wes’s bed and said “That was fuckin’ hot. I can’t believe I actually did it.”

who's in Phoenix Arizona metro area surrounding areas Tuscan Arizona? I need to get bred by a condom on from a hung white older mature male.

I always nut in a bottom. The few times, towards the end of fucking, a bottom did ask me not to cum inside, I just kept fucking and seeded them anyways. They never said anything about it after, which makes me think it was an empty request. And any repeat fuckings I gave them were always raw with my spunk coating their insides, as it should be.

Part 2: Jared and the Jock “What do you mean I need to pay to go in?” Jared complained. “I’m just looking for a friend.” “Uh huh.” The man at the sauna entrance rolled his eyes. “Everyone is just looking for a friend in there.” Jared’s face turned red. “That’s not what I meant! I’m just looking for MY friend. He came in earlier and isn’t answering my calls.” “You think that, maybe, he’s just busy having a good time?” The clerk smirked. “Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered?” The thought had occurred to Jared... he wasn’t stupid. He, of course, preferred his own interpretation. He would go in, save Ryan, who would be so grateful that he would (of course) FINALLY agree to be boyfriends. “Please. I just want to make sure he’s ok.” “Sorry, mate. Either you pay, or you stand aside to let the guys waiting behind you to go in.” “Ease up, Dave.” A voice said behind Jared. “I’ll cover him.” Jared turned around. And up… the man behind him was tall, about 6 foot 2 and about 22 years old he guessed. Jared tried not to stare: at the man’s almost almond shaped brown eyes, dark hair, full lips… or his oh SO very tight and fit body. It was all Jared could do to not reach out and feel the red shirt which was caressed the stranger’s chest. Or glance down at what the blue jeans were hiding. “Oh. Um.” Jared stuttered. “Th-thank you so much.” “No worries, mate.” The man smiled (sending Jared's heartbeat racing) as he paid for both their admissions. “I’m Hal.” “I’m Jared.” “Let’s go inside and see if we can find your friend.” Hal put a hand on Jared’s lower back and steered him. Jared blushed. He needed to stay focused on Ryan he told himself... but the hand felt soooo good there. So natural. Firm but gentle. He didn't object. The twink did not notice the wicked grin that Hal shared with the clerk. “You have to be careful in places like this.” Hal said. “The vultures in here will be all over a beautiful guy like you. But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Jared just nodded. He felt so lucky to have stumbled on such a nice guy. And he had to admit, he loved the jealous looks other guys were throwing his way. Hal insisted they change into the towels the clerk had given them. “It will be easier if we just blend in.” He assured Jared. If Hal had been sexy fully dressed, Jared almost passed out seeing him get naked and wrap the towel around him. He even caught a glimpse of Hal’s cock. Hal’s very big cock. Jared's own cock, decent size if nothing special he knew, started to swell in response. He tried to cover it. If Hal had noticed, however, he was polite enough not to say anything. A man who looked like Hal was probably used to that reaction Jared told himself. "The club is kind of a big circle." Hal said as he they walked. He whispered in Jared's ear as they walked, pointing out the different areas. Jared could barely focus on the words. There was no sign of Ryan. “Maybe he’s, you know, in one of the booths right now?” Hal suggested. “Let’s sit down and wait a few minutes then we can go around again.” Jared just nodded. He wanted to find Ryan, of course he did, but he definitely didn’t mind all this attention he was getting from Hal. The tall man led him to a little room with a series of benches. Porn was playing on a TV screen. Jared blushed and tried not to look. But his eyes kept betraying him. He had watched porn before, alone in his room, always praying for forgiveness after. It was different seeing it here with other people around. Both more embarrassing and more exciting. “Tell me about your friend.” Hal asked. “How do you know each other.” “We’ve known each other for years. From both school and church. We're both Mormons -- the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Well. I am. Ryan doesn't think of himself as a member anymore." “You sound like you really care for him.” “I do. I always have.” Jared said with a sigh. “I mean, I know he doesn’t see me that way. As anything more than a friend. But I keep hoping.” Hal put his arm around Jared’s shoulder and pulled him close. Jared allowed himself to rest against the muscular chest. He was sad when thinking about Ryan but his cock was straining even harder from feeling Hal’s hard body against his. He felt like a feather laying on a rock. It was so comfortable. So perfect. “It’s ok.” Hal assured him, pulling them closer. “There is someone out there for you. Either your friend or someone else.” “I hope so. Sometimes I want to just give up. I’ve been saving myself for him. I want to lose my virginity with him. But I think I’m going to die alone.” He didn’t see the hungry look in Hal’s eyes when he mentioned his virginity. “Shhh. Don’t talk like that. Let’s take another walk around and see if we can find him. Ok?” Jared didn’t want to stand up or stop resting against Hal but he did as he was told. He was very pleased, however, when Hal’s hand rested again on his lower back. Slightly lower this time. In that area where it was hard to say if the hand was on his lower back or his butt. Either way, Jared couldn't deny he liked the touch. But still no Ryan. After a couple of circuits of the club they found themselves again in the video room. Jared leaned against Hal without thinking. Just feeling the heat and sexiness of the man. Hal leaned over and kissed his cheek. Jared turned and allowed their lips to meet. Hal’s breath smelled like a breath mint, he thought absently. A very very sexy breath mint. Out of the corner of his eye, Jared noticed two guys walk into the video room. “I’m telling you, he was the hottest piece of ass I’ve had in years.” One of the men said. “A college boy I’m guessing. He had the look.” Jared glanced over without unlocking his lips from Hal. The two men were older, probably in their sixties, and the one talking was flabby and saggy both front and back. His friend was taller and gaunt. He looked ill. “Yeah, yeah.” The gaunt man teased. “You always get lucky when there are no witnesses.” “Well, you should have gotten here earlier. He’d clearly been fucked a couple times tonight — raw based on the cum dripping from his ass — but he was still tight.” Jared’s stomach felt like a lead balloon. Sinking. “Sure, sure.” The gaunt man said. “Well, I suppose I should at least be grateful you aren’t claiming he gave you his virginity.” “Believe me or not. The slut laid there and let me breed his ass. His fit little body writhing and working out my load. He moaned like a bitch too. Didn’t say much but but sounded like he was from London or somewhere close. Posh little cum slut. It was heaven.” Jared couldn’t breathe. He broke the kiss with Hal and turned to face the two men. They didn't even notice him. The gaunt man paused. “You're serious, aren’t you? Some college boy really let you fuck him?” “Told you man, you should have gotten here earlier.” Tears welling up his eyes, Jared jumped up and ran from the room. The old men's eyes followed him curiously. And hungrily. Hal caught up with him in the locker room and put his arm around him again. Holding him as Jared’s body shook with sobs. “I’m guessing that was your friend they were talking about?” “Ryan was willing to get fucked by THAT?” Jared choked out between sobs. “That old fat guy? But doesn’t want to be anything other than friends with me? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I ugly or something?” Hal put his fingers on Jared’s jaw, turning him to face him. “That’s enough of that. I don’t want to hear you say that again.” Jared couldn’t believe how lucky he was. How he had found someone who was so kind when he needed it most. Hal kissed him again. “Let’s get you out of here. OK?” Jared nodded. The two got dressed again and then he let Hal lead him back out of the sauna. Yet again, he didn’t see the smiles and winks between the clerk and Hal. Or the thumbs up that the clerk gave Hal behind his back. “Let’s get you a cab, ok?” Hal said. “I don’t have money for a cab.” “Well, I’ll give you money. I don’t want you walking home alone.” “You don’t have to…” “I want to. And I want to see you tomorrow.” Hal glanced at his watch. “Or today rather. Tonight. A date if you are up for it. Is that ok?” Jared smiled in spite of his torment. And nodded. He was so lucky. Maybe heavenly father could forgive him for being gay. Could allow him to meet someone so wonderful and kind. Hal put his phone number and address in Jared’s phone while they waited for the cab. “So, I’ll see you at 8. Right?” “Yes, that sounds good.” Jared wanted Hal to invite him over now, just to hold him. He didn’t want to be alone, but was afraid to say anything. Hal pulled him close as the cab pulled up, gave him a long and lingering kiss, and held his cell phone up and snapped a picture. “Just something to remind myself how gorgeous you are.” Jared was blushing as he climbed in the cab. The cab driver was watching him in the rear view mirror but didn’t make any comments. Hal watched the cab pull away then pulled his phone back out and uploaded the picture he had just taken. He laughed to himself as he typed out the message to his followers: See this hot little twink? This fine piece of virgin meat doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to take his cherry in less than 24 hours. Raw. On camera. And he is going to beg me for it. All my subscribers will, of course, get full access to the video. Pre-order now to hear this little cunt scream for mercy.” Hal hummed to himself as he put the phone in his pocket and went back into sauna. The thought of breaking in, and hopefully pozzing, a virgin hole had him rock hard. And there were always guys in the sauna who would happily take his load no questions asked. Life was good.

What a shitty attitude

I absolutely love chubs, the bigger the better I am a versatile cub / bear with a thick dick and a nice ass If there are any chubby guys in northern California on here, please hit me up and lets get together ;)_

Part 6, Mr C gives his insights on Lukas’s 18th birthday. I hope you have enjoyed Lukas’s story so far, but I wanted to share what’s going on in my head. It was close to 19 years go I met his parents. I was new to the neighborhood and was invited to their house for a neighborhood Christmas party. I was expecting a party with lots of spiked egg nog, booze, beer, great food and maybe some hot guys and chicks. What I got was.... the husband reading scriptures from the ‘good book’ and the wife being the good little hostest keeping people’s fruit punch filled. I was polite and made my rounds and chatted with a few of my new neighbors. After a little bit, I had to piss and made my way to the bathroom. I didn’t lock the door and was standing there with my big thick cock in my mit. Just as I was shaking the last couple drops of piss off the end Mary (Lukas’s mom) opened the door and saw my cock. Clearly by the look of shock and then smile she was impressed. I apologized and took a second or two longer than needed and zipped up. I told her I hated to eat and and run, but I had to get home and let my dog out, I brushed by her very closely. She just stood there as I passed by and didn’t make a peep until I was halfway down the hall and I heard here say, she had a housewarming gift and would drop it off sometime. I thanked her and said ‘that’s great, stop by anytime’. The next morning I was still in my robe when I heard a knock, . I opened the door and it was Mary. I apologized for not being fully dressed and welcomed her in. Boxes were still being unpacked so I invited her to the kitchen which had been all unpacked. Her eyes kept going to my chest and crotch. She had an awesome racked that filled out her Christmas sweater nicely so I did what any bi man would do and started tenting in my mostly open robe. ‘I imagine wIthin the hour, Lukas was conceived. She prohibited me from knowing he was mine until he was 6 and he little guy crashed his bike into a tree in my front lawn. My folks were visiting and my mother gasped when she saw him and said Tony, ‘he is the spitting image of you at that age, that’s so cute.’ She was right, and I confronted Mary about it. I showed her picture of me at that age and Said Lukas looked exactly like me with the blondest hair and blue you could imagine. And there was no way her Italian roots and pin sucked husband fostered him. She explained her husband knew Lukas wasn’t probably his but would keep her slutty ass around because of what the congregation would say. I agreed to keep quite since I was really slutting myself around with every dude in town by then. I watched from a far and helped out and spent time with the boy as I could, as Mr C down the street. I knew one day he would be 18 and would be able to be his own man and connect his own wishes. So now I looked across the truck at him. That big cheesy shit eatin grin on his face with a belly full of my cum he didn’t even know was in there. Realizing I had what I wanted, his total trust, his total loyalty and now I had felt those perfect lips of his swallow my big Dick down his throat until I shot. Sure I was a little embarrassed how fast I nutted in him, but you would too...looking down at him blindfolded, stupid on the magic of the brown bottle and watching my cock pushing his Adam’s apple down toward his pecs and with no sign of gagging. But Then feeling closer to shooting when looking down and seeing his rock hard cock leaking through the pant leg of his way too tight jeans. When I rolled his tits in my fingers he was clamping his legs together and flailing them apart as his boy pussy twitched like a little slutty cheerleader would while she is waiting for the team captain to pluck her cherry snatch. It was more than any man let alone father could stand. He instinctively sucked and swallowed that load like it was liquid candy. The best part was... when I pulled out and all the throat slobber pulled up from his esphogus, he just licked his lips and swallowed deeper and moaned as he gasps for a breath. This kid was born to take cock, he just didn’t know it yet. I had him now in my total control, knowing the popper bottle would allow me total freedom to make him mine when I wanted. I looked over at his belly, knowing my seed was there I looked at his rock hard cock snaking down his pant leg and knowing that two little blue 100 mg pills I gave him would keep him hard for days. But what should I do? I am so confused. So I am asking you...... I can Keep him to myself? Or I could Whore him out to the men and rich clients at Mr. Ali’s house? Sell him to another rich Arab sheik and never see him again like Billy? Let him find out on his own he loves Dick when he goes off to college in the fall? Seriously,.....What the hell should I do? Fuck man, this is harder than I thought, so many options and so many are making me hard again as I notice Lukas looking over at me and talking. Shit, I was so busy day dreaming, I wasn’t listening to him. ‘What pup? Say that again?’ ‘Are you ok Mr C, you look lost there for a minute. According the the gps, I think this is the street Mr Ali lives on isn’t it?’ Part 7, coming soon. Thanks for the kind words, I love hearing you guys are liking the story. ;-). Peace

Part 3. My first day at work. The building of trust with Mr. C. Mr C. Turned the truck off and given I was super eager, I started to open the door. Just then, I felt his hand on my thigh. Startled, i turned my head and looked over at him. He pivoted his body toward me and said, ‘Lukas, do you like hanging out and spending time with me’? My eyes got big, I smiled and I nodded yes. ‘Do you trust me pup?’ I turned toward him and said, ‘Can I be honest?’ ’I would be disappointed if you weren’t pup’, he said. ‘I have always felt this strange connection to you Sir. It’s like you get me or you are part of me. You don’t make fun of me for being stupid, oh sorry for being “naive and slow” (making air quotes and rolling my eyes, my teachers get frustrated when I call myself stupid), I mean yes, I always felt you wanted best for me, but after helping me get that scholarship and getting me this job, I trust you completely.’ With a smile and a wink and a rustling of my hair again, he said, ‘you will make me proud and you will have plenty of money for school in the fall. He handed me several small folded up pieces of paper held together by a paperclip and said, I want you to put these in your front left pocket of your jeans. If tonight you ever get confused or wonder what you should do, I want you to take these out of your pocket and read the one marked #1. You are to think of a question to ask me, said say that question to yourself, this paper has the answer, so just trust me and do what it says and then put the note in your right pocket. If it happens again, you take them out, you pretend to ask me a question and read #2 and repeat the process. There should be enough to get you through the night. Do you understand what I am saying Lukas?’ As I lifted my butt off the leather truck seat he slid them deep into my left front pocket and then patted my upper thigh with a wink. ’I think so Mr C., when I get confused or not sure what to do, I should pull these out, pretend you are with me like this and ask you a question in my head, and read the first one, remember you said to trust you and to do what the note says. Then I put it in my right pocket. Then if I get confused again, I just repeat the process? Right.?’ ‘Yep, you got it buddy’. As getting out of the truck he said, ‘If you ever get in a bind you can text me too, but just pretend you are asking me and trust the notes and you will be great.’ The smell of pizza as we entered the back door was amazing. Mr C took me to his office and had me sign a bunch of forms and legal stuff. He then was looking through a stack of t-shirts and said they were out of Large size and medium. Handing me a small, he said he would get some brought in from the other store. ‘See if you can fit into this pup.’ Being shy and still not sure about my body, I turned my back to Mr. C., peeled off my t-shirt and pulled the C’s pizza t-shirt on. If fit like a glove, no tighter than a glove. I felt like a sausage packed into its casing. He said, oh sorry that is so tight, but you look great, the ladies will love that look and give you big tips, I am sure some of the guys will find you as tasty as our pies as well. Lol. Feeling more confident by his comments, I turned toward him. ‘Christ lukas, you are right, your nipples are very large for a boy your age.’ He playfully winked and tweaked them through my shirt. My eyes got big, my legs clamped together, I bent over a little and my shoulders turned in as I let out a slight moan. ’What was that Pup’? He asked. ‘I am sorry, I have a little issue with my nipples,’ I remarked. ’A little issue?’ Yes Sir, when they are touched, it does something to me.’ I said ‘Does something?’ He asked curiously. ’Yeah, it’s the strangest thing, but it sends waves through me.’, I said. ‘Waves’? ‘‘Yeah, like a get this electric pulse down,... well down to,..... well down to my, well.... to down there...’, looking down at my crotch. Just then this huge black dude strolled into the office and gave Mr. C. a high 5, and said ‘hey boss’. Mr C looked at me and said, ‘Oh your nipples are wired to your cock Lukas? Oh Lukas, this is Jax. He is the lead loader here.’ Jax’s eyes got big and said, ‘Wait, what? The new kids tits are wired to his dick, is that what you guys are talking about? Damn, good to know.’ And started laughing. I turned bright red, said blurted out, ‘No, no, no that’s not what I meant’. Mr C said, ‘it’s ok Lukas, Jax didn’t mean any harm.’ ‘No, it’s not that’, I said. They both looked at me like.... welll? I looked down, and said ‘it’s not my dick the impulses go to, it’s more like between my legs and lower, you know like under my nuts.’ I am beat red by now feeling like I just made a fool of myself in front of my boss and Jax. Jax was quick to put his massive dark hand on my shoulder and say ‘look kid, it’s all good, as long as the feeling goes someplace, it is totally normal.’ I looked up, and smiled and said ‘yeah? Really?’ Mr C said, ‘absolutely, mine are wired to my cock, but lots of boys, younger boys in particular are wired to their holes instead. Mine use to be wired to my hole, but now it goes straight to my dick’, and he grabbed his significant bulge. Jax said, ‘hey kid, my nipples have always been wired right to my big black dong, playing with mine totally gets freak on.’ He looks down at his jeans and I notice what looks his cock is gigantic and snakes several inches down the thigh in his jeans. ’Wow, that’s cool.’ Looking back and forth at them both, I said ‘we learned in school guys can’t talk about stuff like this at work, you can get in a lot of trouble’. Mr C started to talk, but then Jax interrupted said, ‘we are like a family here and respect each other, there isn’t anything we can’t talk about as long as it is said with respect and trust.’ With that, he turned to Mr. C and said, ‘boss, you texted me about making one of my sweet cherry pies today? ‘Yes, how is that coming? please Jax, it must be perfect’, Mr C said. ‘‘It’s about to head into the oven, did you want to see it? Trust me, I can see now and agree, it must be perfect.... and it is. It will need to get delivered in a couple hours. You know Mr Ali loves his swwwwweeeetttt cherry pie delivered when it is still warm and with lots of fresh cream.’ ’I trust you there big guy, go ahead and get it in the oven’, Mr C said. ’Did you hear any word on Billy, Mr. C?’ Jax asked. ’Yeah, he won’t be with us anymore, yesterday was his last day. The sheik said he got his passport arranged and should be released from the hospital tomorrow and he got one of his nurses to come along on the sheiks jet.’, Mr C said. They exchanged high 5s, and Jax said, ‘very nice work Mr C., congrats on another deal.’ After he left, Mr C told me to have a seat and he would explain operations. Mr C explained, ‘We break our operations into loaders and load carriers. As I said earlier, Jax is the lead loader. That was my role, but I am specializing into some new functions and managing other locations as well. He is your boss when I am not here. I trust and respect him completely as we discussed earlier. But being the leader loader means he is great at getting the pizzas and sometimes other pies ready to load into the oven. The load carriers, like you... will then be on the delivery team. The load carriers take over once the loaders getting the pies into the oven. The carriers, will get them out, cut, box and deliver them. We have some common load carriers. Emily, Bob are here today but there are a few others do that. Your role is the special deliveries. Like Jax and I were talking about, Billy, was our special load carrier, but he is relocating and moving soon. My truck has a special warming bin, since I know you, I trust you to drive my truck. These pies are for our really elite special customers. Most of our high wealth clients who expect and like superb customer service from our special load carriers. Oh, we also use this function for some party deliveries. You are very strong and these parties have a really heavy load to carry. With your size, I thought you would be perfect for this role. Do you understand Lukas?’ ’Yes Mr C, thank you for helping me follow that. I am a special load carrier for you and will treat your best customers with great customer service and work on carrying the really heavy loads at parties people are having.’ He smiled and said, ‘you got it exactly right pup’. He then took me out and introduced me to the others. We had a bit of rush so Mr C said, let’s help the common carriers and I can go with you and show you how it works. He grabbed a couple gatorades out of the cooler and as we loaded his truck he took one of the blue diamond vitamins. He asked if I took my vitamins today. I said ‘no Sir, we don’t have money for vitamins’. He said, ‘Lukas, that is unacceptable, if you are going to stay healthy and continue to bulk up before college at the gym, you have to have vitamins.’ I said, “I can get some with my first check’. He said. ‘Don’t be silly, I have plenty, here is some Gatorade, please take one of mine. Well, actually take two if you haven’t been taking them regularly.’ I notice him adjusting himself in his pants, I loved what a real dude he was. My dad was such a soft man, he wouldn’t ever be seen doing something that real men do. As I tried to swallow them, they were big enough they got caught in my throat. But another swing of Gatorade and they went down the hatch. He tossed me the keys and said, ok, let’s get rolling, these pies aren’t getting any fresher. Coming soon, part 4, and the special cherry pie to Mr. Ali.

Part 2. At 4:29 I was standing outside Mr. C’s House and pushed the door bell. He answered the door in a robe and was toweling off his hair, gesturing for me to enter, as he commented "I'm running a little late 'cause I had to get you set-up for your first day on the job." Entering the house, it occurred to me I had never before actually been in his place. It was beautiful and immaculate, somewhat reminding me of the sort of house that would be featured on HGTV during the final reveal. "Make yourself at home, I've gotta get dressed," Mr C. remarked as he entered the hallway, removing the robe off his shoulders about half way down the hallway. I was stunned by the sight of his back, and remember hoping that, when I reached his age, I would look half as good as did he. "Hey, Pup, come on in here so we can chat." Complying, I entered his bedroom to find him pulling his jeans up over his black jock. "Would you grab me a t-shirt from the closet?" he asked. Entering his walk-in closet, which was, I thought, bigger than my bedroom, I easily found a impeccably folded stack of C’s Pizza t-shirts. Handing it to Mr. C., I stood mesmerized by the sight of him pulling it over his massive frame, in the process slowly covering his furry chest and his acorn-sized nipples. Then Mr. C. dressed in a fresh-from-the-cleaner baby blue button down shirt, wearing it over the t-shirt. "You ready for your big night?" Mr. C. asked as we walked back into the living room. "Gosh, Mr C., this has been the best day ever. I sure am. I'm probably a little nervous and also a little excited. This is gonna be great." He tousled my hair as, with a casual smile he commented "I'll try and make sure it’s a great night too." "Oh, Pup, do me a favor - across from my room is a door to the downstairs rec room. Would you please go down there for me. Ignore the mess, but go the walk-in closet in the back left corner. In the closet you'll find a refrigerator. Open the freezer door to the fridge and there are several rows of little brown glass bottles. Grab two from the top shelf, not one of the lower shelves, but top shelf. The correct bottles will still be sealed. Got it?" "Yes Sir. Two sealed little brown bottles from the top shelf of the freezer. Got it." "Oh wait, Pup. It might be super busy tonight, so bring three. And also in the fridge there are some big blue diamond shaped pills. Grab three, no, wait - grab five of them. Oh, and lastly there are some cylinder shaped spray cans labeled 'Jungle Juice'. Grab five of those." "You got it Mr C." I responded as I opened the door, flicked on the light, and descended the staircase. The room was pretty dark as the curtains were pulled shut. Several cabinets lined the walls and several mirrors and TVs were mounted to the walls, and one mirror was even anchored to the ceiling. The closet Mr. C. had mentioned was in the back of the room, so, heading in that direction, but before my eyes could acclimate to the darkness, I bumped into a large black leather hammock hanging from the ceiling by thick black rubber coated chains. 'Oh, now I get it, he must lay in here and watch tv', I thought. Opening the closet door, I flicked-on the light, which oddly enough was red in color. I made a mental note to mention the bad light bulb to Mr. C. The fridge was just where he had said it would be, and, opening the freezer I was a little confused because the top shelf actually had several plastic containers filled with something frozen but looked like frozen milk or mashed potatoes through the plastic container. Some, a few were labeled ’Grade A’, one labeled 'Very Viral', another, 'Jax Juice', and yet another '55 loads from the G hole'. All manner of strange notations. 'Those aren’t what I need', I whispered to myself. Under that shelf, however, were the rows and rows of little brown bottles Mr. C mentioned. I took three and then opened the refrigerator side and saw the bowl filled with blue diamond shaped pills. I counted out five, or was it six? Man, I wished I were better at remembering math. I took six - just to be sure. The spray cans Mr. C. wanted were also there: Bolt, Max Impact, Amsterdam, Jungle Juice. So I grabbed the five he wanted. In a final glance before extinguishing the light I gave a cursory look about the closet, finding it to be filled with an awesome collection of leather coats and pants, with a dozen pair of black boots, all expertly polished, in all heights and various sizes, standing in a perfect line at the back of the closet. As I turned out the light and closed the door it crossed my mind that it was funny Mr. C. should own so many boots as I didn't remember that I had ever seeing him riding a motorcycle, let alone that there was a motorcycle in the garage. I came back to the kitchen just as I heard Mr. C. Finish up a phone conversation in which he said "Yes, absolutely sure. 100% - no 200%. Pure cherry. Yes, yes, it will be very.... well....delicious and tasty." He quickly hung up and asked if I got the order right. I handed him the three frozen bottles and six pills, commenting I couldn't quite remember if he had asked for five or six. "Good call, Pup. That’s an excellent customer service lesson. If you can’t remember, always give your customer a little more ....rather than short him. Another vitamin or two will never hurt a boy," Mr. C. commented as he packed the frozen bottles and six pills into a small cooler. Then handing him the six spray cans, he gave me a smile and said "Okay, let's go. We don’t want you late on the first day." As we got into his truck and backed out of the garage, I turned to him and asked "Do you have a motorcycle?’" ‘‘No, I used to, but those are too dangerous around here, so I got rid of it. Why do you ask?" "Well, I noticed all your leather outfits and boots and figured you must really like 'cycles, but then I didn’t remember ever seeing you riding one." "Oh those. You saw and wondered about those... huh,.... Well, no, I don’t ride a cycle anymore, but I do really REALLY enjoy riding and working on some some really amazing mares when I have time." "Oh sweet! Do you think I join you sometime?" He got very serious, looked at me, and answered "Pup, I have been waiting for you to be old enough for many years, so yes, you will join me. I have wanted to take you for a ride for a very long time. There are so many things we can do now." Rustling my blond head again and very gently rubbing his hand behind my ear and looking deeply into my eyes he asked "Did you tell your mother about you having a job?" ’No, she didn’t seem to care and had already started her daily visit into the whiskey bottle. Plus you said we were going to your location on Front street? My dad and she always said that is a bad part of town where all the whores and homos play with the devil's hand. I didn’t want her to do anything to try and screw this up for me, Mr C." "That’s totally fine, Pup. You are your own boss and man now." ‘"Well I guess I am my own man I guess, but you are now my boss, huh Mr. C?" "Don’t forget that, Pup. Amazing things are in your future, son." I smiled as he put the truck into park when we pulled in behind the pizza place and looked at him. It was nice to hear someone think of me as his son. "Let’s go get you punched in and ready for work." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Coming soon: trying to get into my uniform and making some deliveries

You can tell ALOT about a guy by his use of language! Filthy talk, to me, is essential to filthy sex--------

My weekend is usually dedicated to getting bred as often as possible. I often leave work at lunch time and go to the book store and spend my lunch break swallowing loads which is not good as the taste of seed drives me insane and gets my cunt on fire so I usually end up straight to the sauna after work to get some loads pumped into me. The weekends - well I just slut out wherever and with who ever an average weekend is 15 loads pumped into me..

My dad and brother were the first men to breed me, they never wore condoms, so I never questioned it. Since I thought bareback was normal, I was surprised when a guy said he wanted to use one. I laughed and said dude I am not going to get pregnant. He was the first one to tell me about HIV in the mid-80s. I told him 100s of guys fucked me without a condom over the years so he might as well too.

I think a lot of guys here on BZ have some sort of addicition to sex or are maybe even obsessed with it. I know I am addicited to it. That doesn't mean I always act on my impulses. Nothing wrong with trying to get as much sex as you want as long as that doesn't start to control your social and professional life like cancelling appointments or calling in sick at work. I know that sometimes when I am really horny I know it's not a good time to pursue that impulse due to obligations, how tempting it may be. As long as that is not the case I would say: go for it! I do when I have the chance and opportunity.

Part 14 Tom and I ate our luke warm pizza in near silence. While I was still in my jock, Tom was now fully dressed. Once we had finished eating I uncontrollably yawned, which led Tom to suggest “Let's get some sleep, boy. If Brian is right you should be mine in the next couple of days.” We made our way to the bedroom. I crawled under the sheets and felt Tom slide behind me. He had stripped naked. I could feel his cock growing hard behind me. He pressed his lips to my neck and started to kiss me. My body rushed, my cock strained against the device it was locked away in. It made me squirm as the tip of Tom’s cock pressed against my hole. In a quick slam it was buried deep in me. My body tried to pull me away but I was trapped by Tom’s arms. “Shh boy, Daddy’s cock should be the last and first thing you think of every day. It will be easier if it’s inside you.” I opened my mouth to speak but I only softly moaned as Tom had resumed kissing my neck. I felt relaxed and horny, I drifted off thinking of Tom’s cock inside me churning his load from earlier. Maybe I was finding it easier than I thought to play along. I woke up with my ass burning. Tom was fully hard and slowly sliding in and out of my hole, and seeing I was awake he remarked “Good morning sleepy head. I’ve already given you your first load of the day. What do you say?” “Erm…what?” I was tired and confused. “Try again boy. What do you say to Daddy when he gives you his cum?” I thought for a moment and then answered the obvious reply: “Thank you.” I felt a hard slap against my ass cheek. I immediately knew why. “Thank you, Daddy.” I felt hot, sickly hot, yet we weren’t under any sheets. My head was throbbing. “How are you feeling boy? You’re very warm, maybe you’re coming down with something.” Tom’s cock twitched inside me as he spoke, I found it oddly satisfying. Tom slowly kept fucking me, each time he did a chill ran through me and before long I was shivering. My whole body ached. Tom never let me escape his arms, holding me in place as I gradually felt worse as he continued to use my ass. “Daddy is going to give you one more load and then I’ll let you rest. If you don’t feel like death just now you definitely will by tonight.” “Thank you, Daddy,” I replied absent mindedly. Just before Tom blew his load, his cock swelled-up, and within seconds his cum was flowing deep into my ass, each ribbon of cum claiming another part of my hole. I drifted back to sleep with Tom still buried deep inside me.

Thanks for all the comments and feedback guys, makes it more fun to write knowing you're enjoying it. Part 5 Once Tom was satisfied that I had cleaned his cock well enough he pulled away from my face and tucked himself back into his trousers. He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes. I got hard again. “If you promise to be good Daddy will untie your arms.” He walked towards be and slowly untied the restraints around my wrists. My arms ached when I moved them. I slowly sat up as Tom’s eyes burned into mine. My ass was sore, so I had to support my body as I tried to lift myself from the bed. Tom just stood there, never offering to help me as I struggled to stand. “Where are my clothes?” I asked forgetting that they had been cut off of me and would probably be of no use now. “Why would you need them boy? Daddy isn’t finished with you yet.” I stood frozen in fear, yet my cock was still solid. Tom walked towards me, his muscled chest inches from my nose. “I told you, you are mine boy. Lets make sure you don’t loose any of my gift from that fuck hole of yours. Especially when you asked for it so desperately” He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the mirrored wall, it was a sliding door. Tom slid it open to reveal shelves filled with everything you’d imagine to find in a sex shop. Toys, Poppers, Lube, Underwear, Rubber, Leather, Masks, Hoods. My eyes didn't know where to look. He grabbed a large, solid silver looking butt plug. It looked almost spiky around the ball. “Bend over on the bed like a good boy for Daddy, the sooner you move the more lube I put on it.” Ask he spoke he twisted his grip around my wrist, causing it to burn slightly. I didn’t see the point in fighting him so I turned as quickly as I could towards the bed, but he didn’t let go of my wrist. My feet never moved far and my body was jerked backwards. Tom smiled at me with his eyes burning dangerously. “I’m doing as you said” I struggled, confused by his actions. “I’m impressed Boy, but I don’t want to spoil all the fun” He took slow steps towards the bed, pressing his body closer towards me each time, in a quick swipe of his arm he spun me round and I landed on the bed face down. I looked round to see Tom applying some lube to the butt plug, although it came from a glass jar and It had a funny smell. “I’ve been saving this for my boy, I haven’t wasted a drop since I first saw that innocent bubble butt of yours walk past me” I turned my head to ask what he meant and how did he know me, but before I could open my mouth, Tom was pushing the butt plug again my now very sensitive hole. “Take a huff of those poppers boy. you’ll need them” I grabbed the poppers from the bed in front of me and took a couple of deep hits. I relaxed as much as I could but the butt plug felt wider than Toms’ cock and it was solid with no give to it. As it got deeper into my ass I could feel spikes, they were sharp and I could feel them stinging inside my ass. Tom started twisting the butt plug as it went deeper inside me. I screamed out in pain. “Thats it boy, mix it all together. You’re my boy, you’ll want nothing but Daddy” With a hard smack he slammed it fully into my hole, the pain was unbearable and I felt myself go weak. Tom leaned down to my ear and whispered “Who do you belong to boy?” I could barely open my eyes but my lips betrayed themselves, I mumbled out. “You...Daddy” I could feel Tom lifting me and placing me under the bedsheets as I started to drift off from exhaustion. “Good Boy, get some rest, you’re going to remember this night forever.”

Part 4 A hard slap to my face brought me back from the dark, Tom was still on top of me, my arms still tied and my ass burning with pain. I wasn’t dreaming. “Fuck boy don’t quit on me now, you were doing so well” I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Tom was buried deep inside me, tearing my barely lubed hole with every flex of his cock as he began to slid in and out of me. “You’re going to be mine, whether you want it or not. I’m going to breed you so deep you’ll taste my seed.” Breed? Did he mean cum in me. Apart from the 2 times a condom has broken, I’ve never had anyone cum in me. “Please…no” I begged Tom didn’t listen, he grabbed the poppers, took a huff and then forced me to do the same. My body rushed and I almost enjoyed him fucking me, I even got a semi. “There you go boy, enjoy Daddy’s cock. If you do well I might let you cum your last clean load.” I didn’t know what Tom meant by that but he had started to pick up the pace. The pleasure quickly turned to pain again as he slid further out and in, each time slamming all 12 inches deeper inside me. I could feel a trickle of blood running down my ass cheek. “Tell me what you want Boy” “I… er… please… no more” Tom slapped me hard and looked me dead in the eyes, his piercing blue eyes stirred my cock. “Tell Daddy you want him cum, the longer you take, the harder I fuck…and I’m being gentle with you boy” I gulped and resigned myself to the thought that if I tell him what he wants then it will be over with sooner and I could make my escape. “I…want your cum….” He stared at me as he slammed harder than before “Try again boy” “Give me your cum … Daddy” As soon as the word ‘daddy’ passed from my lips Tom slammed completely inside me and I felt his cock pulse ribbons of hot cum deep inside me. It felt like hot lava, burning me from the inside. The entire time he didn’t make a sound but just stared deep into my eyes. He leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, I wanted to fight back but felt lost in the embrace. Did I enjoy it? Had I really called this man ‘Daddy’, and been turned on by it? Tom broke our kiss and slid from my hole in one quick motion, I could see the blood and cum stained cock slowly soften as he stood from the bed. “Clean me up Boy, Daddy’s doesn't want ‘boy juice’ on his $200 suit” I hesitated and then realised he meant for me to suck him off. He walked towards me and I had no choice but to open my mouth. I could taste the bitterness of blood and the faint saltiness of his cum as he tried to force his cock down my throat. “Good boy. A couple more loads from me should do it and then you’ll truly be mine” I still didn’t really know what he meant by that and I was still curious as to why he always had his clothes on. But by the end of the weekend I would know everything about my new Daddy.

Well unfortunately the next time wasn't quite as fruitful, but I did still get 2 loads. The second guy was a big black dude with a thick 8-incher. He held me down on the bed and pummeled me with his cock until I almost couldn't take it any more. A loud grunt, one deep thrust, and I could feel his cock pulsing as he shot his load deep into my guts. Amazing!

This is what I picture the builder looking like.

Last question first – Otters are thin and hairy. Bears are much larger. Looking at your body type, you'd probably be called a cub – especially as you get more hair. (Cubs are shorter than bears and often younger). That said, congrats on your transition! I personally think FTMs can be really hot. Some guys aren't into the vag, but it doesn't bother me Whether guys find hair a turn on depends on the guy. It's neither right or wrong. Everyone has their preferences (and that's OK). Personally I just don't like subble… Everything else depends on how well the guy pulls it off. Some guys would look weird with hair, others would look weird if they were smooth.

Hey everybody, I'm glad you guys are digging the story. I've got plenty more where this came from with this storyline if you're into it. Hope you enjoy part 2! So, a few weeks passed after Mr. James fucked me silly in the back of my grandmother’s office. Things returned to normal for the most part, but every time my cock would get hard, I’d think about Mr. James and what he did. Late at night, I would lay in my bunk bed and fantasize about going to the bathhouse with him. I thought about rolling with him and how good it would feel. That always got my hole to twitch. And then there was my hole. Mr. James had called it a pussy, and I’d never really thought of it that way. When he did at first, I was kind of grossed out, but the more I would rub my fingers around it, the hungrier it got to have his cock again, and I thought that maybe he knew more than I did about this. Maybe I did have a pussy after all. But most of all, I thought about his cum. For the whole rest of the day that he’d fucked me, I’d felt it inside all wet and sticky trying to ooze out my battered hole. And when I got home I found my favorite makeshift dildo and went to town smearing his nut as deep inside me as I could get it. I’d always used condoms before, and I was such a stickler about not wanting to catch anything, but during those late night moments in bed, I knew I needed more of his cum shooting inside me. It was just a matter of time. Finally, I worked up the courage to use the number I kept in my wallet. I bit down my nerves, and gave him a call. My heart was pounding, and I sat with my legs crossed to squeeze down my hardon as the phone rang. The other line picked up and a gruff male voice answered. “Uh, Mr. James?” “Oh, hiya, kiddo! How’s the day treating ya?” he said, immediately switching to that oversized cartoon voice he always used with me. “I’m good,” I said, and that seemed to be the extent of the words that would come out of my mouth at that point. “Oh, good, good. Have you been thinking about what we talked about last time I saw you?” “Yessir.” “Ah, well, then I’m glad you worked up the balls to say something. I’ve always said you can do amazing things if you put your mind to it, little buddy.” A shiver went through me when he said this, like some kind of horny premonition. I chuckled softly, but the silence came right back. “Well tell you what, why don’t we make this easy. What are you doing Friday night?” “Nothing.” It was two days away, and my dick ached at the thought of having to wait that long. Mr. James knew what he was doing, though, so I needed to follow his lead. “Good. Why don’t you swing by my place around 7. We’ll get ready and get a little relaxed and see where things go from there, how does that sound?” “Great,” I said, my voice cracking with a bit of relief. I cleared my throat and thanked him. He gave me his address, and we got off the phone. My whole body was flushed with horniness. I’d done it. I was about to do it, try something I’d never thought I would. It was going to be a long wait until Friday. The day finally came, and I made sure I was showered up and as ready for anything as I could have possibly been. I put on a black t-shirt, my tightest white briefs, and my baggiest jeans, and drove to his house. The drive took over an hour, and I was scared shitless the whole way, but there wasn’t much in the world that could keep me from having an adventure with Mr. James that night. I managed to pull up in front of his big stone-worked house right at 7. My legs shook when I got out of the car, and my hands were trembling uncontrollably. I could have called it all off right then, but I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Mr. James answered almost right away wearing nothing but a musty looking red jock and black motorcycle boots. I guess I should have realized this before, but he was one hairy guy. His entire 6’1 frame was covered in dark hair, and the jock sagged with the heaviness of his bulge. Right above the waistline on his jock was a tattoo of a biohazard symbol like you’d see in a doctor’s office. It looked so cool! “Hiya, little buddy. Your evening awaits,” he said with a little mock bow ushering me inside. I chuckled and stepped through the door. He had a big living room to the right with several comfy looking sofas and a big coffee table with a weird looking glass pipe on top of it. “Come on, get comfortable. No need to be shy here, kiddo.” He took a hold of my hand and drew me in for a gentle kiss. I melted into him as he unbuckled my pants. I was losing myself in his kiss while he was working my shirt up toward my head. He laughed a bit and pushed be back. “Hold on, partner. Let’s get you undressed and then we can get to business. We’ve got all night.” I pulled my shirt off and stepped out of my jeans and Mr. James let out a gasp. “White briefs? My beautiful boy, how did you know they were my favorite? Let’s just keep those on you. Now where were we?” He pulled me in again, and I opened my mouth ready to take in his big man-sized tongue. He came in close but stopped short of actually kissing me, holding my head in his hand and reaching up to cup one of my boy boobs in the other. I grunted a bit, sensitive about my doughy body. “Mmmm, such a beautiful boy. I love your body,” he said, as he made little circles around my nipple with his thumb. I couldn’t help but blush. No one had ever said that to me before, and I knew I’d do anything I could to make Mr. James happy. At first the nipple play felt just like touching any other part of me, but soon I felt this pulsing building in my nipple and moving straight down to my ass. The more he tweaked and massaged, the more on fire I became. He gave it a good pinch, and I let out a little whimper looking into his eyes that had become like steel. Then he kissed me deep and hard before I could protest, and I felt myself give over to him. After a few minutes, he pulled away. The front of his jock was tented and wet. He took a finger and dabbed at the precum oozing through fabric and brought it to his lips with a smack. “Tell you what, why don’t we go relax a bit and plan out the night.” I followed him over to the living room, where we plopped on couches opposite one another. “Do you smoke?” he asked. “Cigarettes?” I asked, worried about a lecture coming on. Mr. James just laughed his funny cartoon laugh. “No, silly boy. I’m not talking about cigarettes. Have you ever heard of Tina?” I shook my head no. “What does it do?” I asked nervously. I’d smoked pot a time or two, but never anything harder than that “Well, that’s a good question, kiddo. You see it makes everything a little brighter, a little better. You feel a bit like a superhero to be honest, and it makes sex the best thing you’ll ever experience in your life.” “Oh. Oh wow.” “Yes, wow. And what I happen to have here in this very pipe is grade A Tina just for us, little buddy. Tell me, do you want to unlock the pig boy I saw inside you the other day?” I nodded slowly. “Yes. Please, Mr. James. I want you to show me how.” “Ok, kiddo, let me show you how it goes,” he said with his characteristic goofy flair. “This here is a pipe. Now I assume you’ve smoked before, but not quite like this, am I right?” I nodded. “That’s my boy! See you’re already halfway there. Now this is how it’s done. I’m going to light this torch here, and when the crystals start to melt it’s going to get all smoky inside, and that’s where those pretty little bow lips come in.” I couldn’t help but let out a giggle. I couldn’t believe I actually giggled. “Once that smoke gets going I want you to suck in light and steady until I tell you to stop. You got it? Can you do that? I knew you could. Ok, let’s get started.” Just like he said, he lit the torch and the crystals melted. Whispy smoke filled the bowl, and he offered me the pipe. I wrapped my lips around the end and started sucking slowly. I kept going for what seemed like forever, until I was about to burst, when he told me I could stop. I let out a huge cough a giant cloud of smoke. That stuff tasted just awful, but immediately I felt as if I’d found a power up in a video game. I felt stronger, the light seemed brighter, and it seemed like my whole body was humming, particularly my pink little hole. He gave me some encouragement, and we passed the bowl back and forth a few times until I was flying high. He set the pipe down on the coffee table with one of his little chuckles, raised his arms above his head and flopped down into the cushions of the sofa. Both boots were flat on the floor so his bulge was thrust up obscenely, and I had no trouble seeing that he was rock hard. “So, little buddy, how you feeling? Isn’t this stuff great?” He looked at me with what seemed like love and mischief. The Mr. James I’d always known, but so much more. “Oooooh yeaaaaaaaah.” We both laughed, and he adjusted his leaking bulge. “So, you liked it when I opened up your pussy the other day, huh?” My expression changed, and he took notice. “Aw, you don’t like your pretty little hole getting called a pussy? You don’t like your little boy butt getting called a pussy, is that it?” He said playfully, reaching over to my couch to tickle me. “Mr. Jaaaames!” I laughed. “Well that’s what it is, kiddo, a pussy,” he said, leaning back into the super chilled out position he was in before. “A bright beautiful pussy, and I’m going to do everything I can to convince you. Ok?” “Ok, I guess.” “You guess? Do you trust me, buddy?” “Yes,” I said, without a second thought. “Are you willing to do anything I ask? All we want to do tonight is make each other feel good.” He had this intensity that I’d never seen before. His eyes were gleaming. I felt like I was about to sell my soul or something. I thought for a bit. Everything I wanted was just a word away. My senses were reeling. It all felt too vivid to be real, but it was. “Yessir, I’m ready.” “That’s all I needed to hear. I knew you would be just a perfect boy for me, little buddy. I’ve always known since the first day I laid eyes on you when you were a little thing. All you need to do is let go, little buddy. Enjoy the ride, and I promise we’ll have an amazing adventure together." With that, packed us another bowl and laid back on his couch in the reclining position, thrusting out his crotch. “Why don’t you come here and sit on my lap, kiddo,” he said patting his leg. Wordlessly, my ears thumping in my head and my skin all tingly from the Tina, I went over to him and straddled his pelvis. He let his cock loose from his jock, and I felt it thwack against my underwear clad butt. Feeling his dick touch me brought be back to my senses with a shock, and I moaned. I couldn’t wait to get that monster back inside me, stretching me, filling every little bit of me up with cock. “That’s it, kiddo, just let go.” He rubbed his hands all over my body, resting on my ass. Without a pause, he ripped them open, leaving a gaping hole in the back. I moaned and scooted my ass back to get his cock closer to my hole. Mr. James spread apart my lily white cheeks, propped his cock up against my hole and grabbed the pipe next to him. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for my cock just yet,” he said as he lit the torch. “I wanna see you positively fucked up, kiddo,” he said with a wink. I took in a deep hit and felt my hole loosening around his cock, bit by bit. His thick head made an indentation in my sphincter. The smoke lit me up inside, and suddenly all I could focus on was the tightness slipping from my hole and how much I wanted his cock buried deep inside me. “That’s it,” he said. “Good boy. Let the smoke take you over. Let it let you give me that pussy, little buddy. Yeah, open up for Mr. James. Open up real wide.” His head popped in me with a jolt, and we both gasped. He got me to take another big hit, and my head was spinning like crazy. I started to sink down on his cock and he took one of my nipples into his mouth and started slurping. My mouth hung open and I moaned loudly, catching myself, but burying my hole on his 7 inch cock right down to the root. “Yeah, baby boy, that’s it. Let yourself go. Make any kind of noise you want while you take my cock,” he said. My hole was feeling really jittery, and it seemed like Mr. James’s cock was the only thing that could make it go away. I slid up on his shaft so just the head was left inside me and made little swirls with my hips. Mr. James bit down on my tit and I slid all the way down on his shaft. He reach up a hand and began tweaking my other nipple as he sucked, and my hole twitched along with him. My head thrashed around wildly. Out of control. That connection between my nipples and my hole was like a full blown electric current now. I was in a frenzy for cock. For cum. He touched my face with one hand and moved me back to make eye contact. I could barely focus on him, but I saw his big goofy smile and all seemed well again. “Hey, kiddo, look at me. Look at me. There you go. That’s my boy. I think you’re ready now. Show me how much you want me to take over that pussy, kiddo. Ride my cock and show me.” I took in a deep, shuddering breath. Mr. James was right, I did feel like a super hero. A super hero built for fucking. I grabbed at his cock with my hole and rotated my hips. I felt his precum oozing into me, and all I wanted was more. So I raised myself up, sank all the way down and began milking his cock for all I was worth. Root to tip and back again. Mr. James let out a low, unrestrained grunt. “That’s good, baby boy. Show me how much you want my cock.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I leaned back into his cock. It stretched me from a whole new angle and for a second I thought I would burst. I felt a sharp pain, but nothing was too good for Mr. James, so I bit my lip and ground into him until all I felt was his cock filling me up. I bounced myself on him, increasing my pace. The more I bounced, the better it felt, and soon I was jackrabbiting myself on his steel hard cock, and he started playing with my titties. “Tell me how much you love your pussy, kiddo. Tell me.” “I love it Mr. James. I love my pussy, and I looooove your cock. Please. Please. Please. Oh, fuck I love my pussy. Thank you for making me feel good. Thank you for—“ He crushed his mouth against mine, and took control. He held me against him and pounded into me so hard I thought my pussy would rip open. I tried to tighten up to protect myself, the ferocity he fucked me with ripped away any control I might have had. Panting there against his chest, I felt a spot deep in my pussy Mr. James was hitting. pleasure radiated from that spot to my whole body, and I felt myself start to shake. Mr. James kept fucking me hard and deep and relentless. “Give it to me. Give me that pussy, baby boy. Give it up.” And I did. The pleasure took me over. My muscles twisted up in knots as our bodies slapped together ratcheting up the tension in my pussy more and more with each thrust until everything holding me back seemed to burst open and I let out a primal yell like I’d never imaged I could make. I held onto Mr. James for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me. I shook uncontrollably. “Ilovemypussyilovemypussyilovemypussy…” was all I could say. “Let that pussy cum, baby. Just let it happen. This is why you give your pussy to men, because they can make it cum for you. As the waves subsided I felt him flex his cock inside me over and over. What I imagined as a river of precum was flowing right into my pussy, and I couldn’t be happier. I collapsed onto Mr. James’s chest a sweaty mess, and he wrapped me up in is arms, kissing the top of my head. The front of my ripped white briefs were soaked, but it didn’t feel like cum. I reached down to touch myself. It definitely wasn’t cum. “Don’t worry about your boy-clit right now, baby boy. Your clitty hasn’t cum yet. That’s just a fuckload of precum.” I was still catching my breath, and Mr. James held me tight against his chest while I did, making big circles against my skin with one hand. And he never stopped grinding his fat dick into my new pussy, painting my insides with his fuck juice while he made cooing shooshy noises at me. “How did that feel, little buddy, did it feel good?” he said in a low, comforting voice. “Mmmmore please,” was all I could get out since my head was still buzzing so fast. Mr. James laughed really loud and I felt his cock flex inside me. That made me giggle. “Well that was really hot to watch, kiddo. You done good. Just thinking about is making me leak like a faucet in your little pussy right now.” He tickled me a bit, and I giggled some more and flexed my hole around his cock. “I know, I can feel it. It feels soooooo gooooood, Mr. James.” “It does, does it?” “Yeah. Wanna feel you cum in me.” “Oh-ho! Do you now? Well why don’t you lean back, baby boy. Let’s talk for a bit. Here, why don’t you suck on this pipe for a little bit.” “Oh, Mr. James, I don’t think I should. I’m real fuckeded up.” “Ha! I know you are, baby boy. But nearly high enough for Mr. James. You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you?” Of course I didn’t, so I settled all the way down on his cock, brought the pipe to my lips and sucked while he held up the torch. “Do you see this tattoo here, kiddo?” he said, pointing to the biohazard tattoo just above his jock line. “Do you know what it means?” “Biohazard,” I said, and he smiled his big goofy smile. “Biohazard, that’s right. And do you know what it means when a man has a biohazard tattoo, little buddy?” I shook my head no. “Well, it means that he’s HIV positive,” he said in this very school teacher kind of way. I tensed up immediately and let out a big cloud of smoke. It couldn’t be true! This couldn’t be real. I started feeling afraid, so I clenched my pussy around Mr. James’s cock and ground myself against him to make myself feel better. Mr. James just nodded and lit the pipe again. “Now I know that’s a bit of a shock, isn’t it.” “Yeah…” “But you trust me, don’t you?” he said, taking the pipe away. “Of course I do, Mr James. Always.” He took a wrist in each hand and brought my arms down against my sides. “Well then I’m going to tell you a little secret, ok? Ok? Tonight, baby boy, I’m going to give you HIV. Hush! No, no, no, you’re not going anywhere now, kiddo.” He said and held me tight. I couldn’t get away if I tried. “Hey, hey, kiddo, you want my cock don’t you?” I nodded yes. “And you want my cum, don’t you? Again, I nodded. “But you don’t want my HIV, do you?” I shook my head no, tears gathering in my eyes. “Well, they’re a package deal, kid. Do you want my cock?” He used my arms as leverage to impale me even deeper on his thick fuck stick. “Yeeeesss!” I cried out. “Do you want me to pull out? Do you want me to stop?” “No, please no!” “I could if you want, little buddy.” “Don’t do it Mr. James. I need your cock in my pussy!” “Well, ok. If that’s what you want, buddy, I’ll keep my cock in you. But if I do you this favor, then I’m gonna have to coat the inside of that little pussy of yours with my toxic cum, ok? It’s only fair.” I huffed a bit, but in that moment, I needed his cock more than anything else on earth. “It’s only fair, kiddo.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Ok.” I said quietly. “That’s settled then. Now let’s get you into position. Here, get your hands on the floor, but keep your little but propped up on the couch.” I did as he asked. Withdrawing his cock from my ass took a bit of coaxing, but I got into position, ass pointed toward the ceiling and hanging a bit off the couch, while I propped myself up on the floor. I rested my head on the carpet. Mr. James got on either side of my ass and squatted, pointing his dick right at the entrance to my pussy, but just holding it there. “Alright, kiddo. Get that pussy ready to get pounded.” With that, he shoved his entire dick inside me and I let out an animal howl into the carpet. “Yeah, you like my fat poz cock, don’t you?” He said as he mercilessly pounded my pussy. All I could do was let out a long moan that vibrated with the impacts of his thrusts. “You like my cock. It’s better than any cock you’ve ever had in your life, boy, and do you know why?” he said, pushing my lower back to grind my face in the carpet. “Because this is a poz cock, and they always feel better. Don’t they?” I moaned my ascent. “Don’t they,” he said. I twisted my neck around to look at him. “Yes. Yesssss.” “Good, now tell me what you want.” “Your big. Poz. Cock. Mr. Jaaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhh—“ he really started pounding and it co “And that poz cum?” “Gimme your poz cummmmmnnnnnnnn” “Here it cums, baby boy.” He thrust himself into me so hard my face skidded on the carpet. His cock swelled to twice its normal thickness stretching my pussy to the limit. He let out a deep yell and I felt every jet he sprayed my insides with rope after rope after rope of thick cum. I squeeze down to milk every drop. With his cock still embedded in me he pushed me off the couch like a plow and laid himself down on my back. I could feel his cum oozing deeper inside me, and it was the best feeling in the world. “You’re going to be my poz baby boy, aren’t you?” I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about, but as long as I had his cock in my hole, any cock, I would be just fine. “Now what do you think about that bathhouse?” I let out a tired, but excited yay, punching the air with a weary fist. Mr. James laughed. “Great, but first we need to rid of all this nasty hair. You’re too pretty to be that hairy.” I agreed, and my hole twitched in anticipation.