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I guess from that reaction there's still some interest, hehe. --------------------- Part 54 - Heading home Joe, Kyle, Eric and Mark spent New Years Day like so many others did - sleeping in and nursing the effects of a few too many drinks from the night before. Joe and Kyle got out of bed shortly after noon and left Raphi sleeping in their bed alone. One by one, each of the four guys would wander back and try to fuck the hangover out of Raphi. He was actually feeling fine after he sweated it out during the first fuck but was enjoying waking up to another cock driving into his torn up, throbbing hole. Finally at four PM, Joe went in and instead of fucking him, he shoved the buttplug in and then pulled Raphi to his feet, dragging him into the shower. Joe stroked Raphi’s cock and then got on his knees and began to suck it. His tongue flicked under the shaft and he took Raphi’s cock down to the root, gripping it tightly with his throat. Joe felt Raphi put his hands behind his head and hold him down while he milked the cock with his throat. He felt Raphi thrust his hips into his face a few times and then felt Raphi’s cock swell. Rope after rope of neg cum shot straight down Joe’s throat. Joe swallowed what he hoped was one of Raphi’s last neg loads and stood up, kissing Raphi deeply and letting Raphi taste the remnants of his load. They finished washing up and then dressed. Joe showed Raphi to the door and said “Let me know how it goes. You should be in the club in a couple weeks.” Raphi kissed Joe goodbye and walked down the hall. Joe closed the door and turned to see Kyle and Mark grinning. Mark and Eric made dinner knowing that tonight was the last night that Joe and Kyle would be there until after they had graduated. After dinner, Mark pulled Joe into his bedroom while Kyle and Eric were washing dishes. Joe looked a little confused until Mark pressed his lips to Joe’s and kissed him deeply. “You’re mine tonight” Mark whispered in his ear as he closed the door. T-shirts got tossed and shorts got dropped and soon they were on Mark’s bed naked. They rolled around and groped each other while kissing like long lost lovers. Mark maneuvered so that they were sixty-nining with Joe on his back and swallowing each other’s cocks. “Aww, it so cute” Mark said and added “You really need to stretch that PA another couple sizes” and then took Joe’s cock deep. Joe was massaging Mark’s cock with his throat each time he dove down to the base. The fantasies that he had growing up about having wild sex with his brother had mostly come true these past few months. There really was only one more that he wanted to experience but wasn’t sure it would ever happen. Mark was feasting on his cock and he could feel the precum start to flow. He had always been told that Incest was wrong, but having crazy sex with his brother just felt so right. Joe licked his finger and then resumed sucking Mark’s cock. Slowly he moved his hand and spread Mark’s butt apart and pushed his spit covered digit into Mark’s hole. Joe was waiting for a response from Mark and all he got was a moan around his shaft. After he got past the first knuckle, he pulled back and then pushed in deeper. He was expecting to get resistance from his big brother, but instead seemed to get encouragement as Mark squeezed and relaxed his pucker around Joe’s finger. Mark stood up while Joe was finger fucking his hole and “Fuck yeah, you want my ass, don’t you?” With his mouth full of cock, Joe responded by jabbing his finger all the way in. Mark dove back down, covering Joe’s cock with spit and throat slime while tugging on his balls. Years of wrestling taught Joe many moves but his favorite was taking a sex partner and flipping them over before they knew what happened. Mark suddenly found himself on his back and Joe quickly moved between his legs. His slick cock was pointed straight at Mark’s hole and he looked down at his older brother with an evil grin. Mark looked back up at Joe with his own smile and just nodded. The last of his bro-sex fantasies was about to come true and each version played out in his mind. None were as hot as the reality right now. Joe slid his cock into his brother’s cunt with a single, long stroke. His balls were resting on Mark’s ass and his cock was throbbing, coating his guts with poz precum. “Fuck me Joey. Fuck and breed me. I’ve waited months for you to fuck me. Every time I saw you fuck a guy I wished it was me” Mark said. Joe pulled half-way back and slammed back in. “Do it Joey, pound my ass and recharge me.” Joe pulled almost all the way out and shoved his cock in, bouncing off of Mark’s butt. Mark kept encouraging Joe and enjoyed watching his muscles flex as he pummeled Mark’s hole. Joe kept thrusting deep into his brother’s ass - starting at rough and getting rougher with each passing minute. He didn’t know why, but it felt so good. Mark worked his ass muscles around Joe’s toxic shaft and kept up the verbal encouragement. It wasn’t begging like he heard from many chasers, but just reassured him that his brother wanted it as bad as he did. Joe was pounding Mark into the bed and grunting each time he drove in. Both of them were covered in a sheen of sweat. Joe leaned forward and placed his palms on Mark’s chest and fucked even harder. The slap of skin and the grunts from both brothers could be heard even on the other side of the door. Joe wanted to keep fucking for hours, but his balls had other ideas. They pulled up tight against his body and his cock swelled. He could feel the cum rising and he tried to hold back but it was only a matter of minutes until his cock exploded. His eyes connected with Mark’s and each shot seemed to be in slow motion. He could feel the load pump in, filling Mark’s cunt with diseased sperm. A shot would fire and he would grunt followed by Mark yelling “Yeah!” Joe had no idea how many volleys of cum he actually shot inside Mark, but he didn’t care. It was one of those rare times where the act actually surpassed his expectation. He collapsed on top of Mark and kissed him deeply. Joe pulled out and then spooned behind his brother, pushing his half hard cock back into the ravaged hole. “Fuck, dude. You’re an animal” Mark said before they drifted off to sleep. Joe fucked Mark twice more that night, each time getting less brutal and more sensuous. In the morning, Mark was awakened by Joe fucking his ass again. He rolled over on his stomach and Joe rolled with him, pinning him to the bed and thrusting in until he pumped another charged load into Mark’s toxic hole. Joe and Mark jumped into the shower and washed each other clean. “Thanks for coming out here, Joe. I know after Thanksgiving, you weren’t looking forward to another holiday. But now we have a new tradition to keep going for years” Mark said as they toweled off. “Thank you, Mark. I don’t know how I could have made it through without you” Joe replied. Joe looked around and only saw his t-shirt and shorts from the night before and walked out of the bedroom naked to get his clothes. “Its about fucking time. You two sex fiends kept the whole building up all night” Kyle said with a grin. “Uh… Sorry” Joe said, looking embarrassed. “No worries, Eric kept me, uh… occupied” Kyle said as Eric rubbed his ass. Joe got dressed and they ate breakfast before heading to the airport. Joe and Kyle slept most of the flight back and met Aaron and Nick for the drive back to their apartment. The drive was quiet and when they were almost half way home Aaron said “You guys look like you need a vacation from your vacation. Did you fuck every guy in the state?” Joe chuckled and said “We tried, but didn’t quite tap them all.

Part 9 As Dolf stepped away from the freshly fucked hole, the crowd descended upon the gaping bottom. It was like a feeding frenzy as they stuck their fingers and cocks in the hole jockeying for position to be the next to fuck it. Rob was leaking pre-cum and clearly aroused and ready to fuck again, but rather than fight the crowd he decided to look elsewhere. He knew he had his guest band and that it would help him move ahead in line, but he decided to wait until that bottom was filled with more cum. Maybe he’d take a piss first he thought as he headed to the designated wet area. It looked like he had a couple of options there. There was a boy bound in a crouching position with a funnel gag and then there was another with his hands tied behind his back, legs spread and bent over a sawhorse in a tiled area. The second guy also had a thick metal collar around his neck and was chained to the tiled wall. The second situation looked like more fun to Rob. That blond twink was already wet and ready. Rob thought, “Maybe I can kill two birds with one stone here, empty my bladder and then fuck that little ass.” Decision made! The blonde twink was already drinking from the tap, but as Rob moved closer, the feeder motioned him over and pulled his cock out of the twink’s mouth. “Care to join me,” he asked Rob. He then turned to the twink and said, “Keep your mouth open or its going all over your face.” As the Top began pissing again Rob stepped up aimed and let his piss stream join the first. The twink was swallowing as best as he could to try and keep up with the flow, but the two piss streams were too much for him and the piss splattered across his face. It didn’t help that just for fun Rob would shift his cock and aim for the twink’s forehead. As those two were feeding the twink a third guy stepped up at the other side and shoved his cock up the twink’s ass and relieved himself. Rob and the other guy finished emptying their bladders and pushed their cockheads simultaneously in the twink’s mouth for him to clean off the last drops. As the Top in the back finished he said “Hold that chem piss in your ass little piggy and you’ll start to feel real good soon!” Rob smiled and said “Maybe I should plug that hole to keep it inside his ass.” He came around the sawhorse pushed his cock in and started grinding. The ass felt great. He started a slow methodical deep fuck as others started drenching the twink with piss. “Take my cock you little piss pig.” Rob almost wished he had waited to piss up the twink’s ass, but then again his cum would mix well inside the tight little ass with the piss already present. The twink was starting to feel the effects of the chemmed piss he was previously loaded with, and start to moan and push back on Rob’s cock. Being careful not to let the golden liquid escape from the bottom’s ass, Rob kept the slow deliberate fuck up for about 20 minutes before he mixed his cum load deep in the twink’s bowels. After he finished delivering his load his slapped the twink’s ass and told him to hold it for the next Top. He turned to leave and walked into what felt like a brick wall. It was Dolf. “Nice show, looks like you are enjoying your visit here.” “My name is Dolf.” “Thanks man, I’m Rob.” Rob couldn’t help but stare at Dolf’s cock as he continued, “Speaking of shows, that was one hell of a fuck you threw into that little Asian bottom a little while ago; you should be a porn star.” Dolf laughed as he reached and patted Rob’s shoulder “Actually I have starred in quite a few videos; in fact I am in town now to film a couple scenes as well as some promotional material for an upcoming event.” “Can I get you another drink?” Rob smiled and nodded in agreement. There were a lot of guys watching them. Of course Rob thought “why wouldn’t they stare, we are obviously the two best Tops here, so seeing us together probably just fuels their jealousy.” The two turned to go get a drink when Dolf stopped and said “Oh I need to piss first, that’s what I came over here for but I got distracted seeing you fuck that blonde twink.” “Are you going to piss fuck him; I‘d like to see that,” asked Rob. “Naw, if I did that he wouldn’t be able to hold anything in the rest of the night and I don’t want to ruin anyone’s fun.” “I’ll just feed that urinal over there.” The bottom with the funnel gag looked a little apprehensive at Dolf stepped up. As Dolf started pissing into the funnel, Rob could see why. It must have been like drinking from a fire hose. It was either drink or drown in the yellow nectar. You could see the bottom’s belly start to extend as he gulped down what seemed like a gallon of piss. When Dolf finished, he dried the end of his cock off on the bottom’s hair. “Let’s get that drink now.” Rob was feeling at ease now with Dolf. They talked about working out and how guys would stare and lust after them in the gym. The bartender had given Rob another one of his special drinks so Rob felt a renewed sense of horniness. He gazed again at the tattoo on Dolf’s before asking what bottoms thought about the tattoo. “Well they know what they are getting when they take this cock, that’s for sure,” replied Dolf. “They are probably too much in awe due to the size of my cock to actually even think much about the scorpion though,” he laughed. “I get off seeing the bug crawl in and out of the hole when I am fucking, so don’t really care what they think.” Rob nodded, “That’s a good point, a bottom’s role is just to take our cocks and make us feel good, so who gives a fuck about what they want.” They raised their glasses to toast that last comment and finished off their drinks as a shot. “You know Dolf, we should tag a couple of bottoms together.“ Rolf grinned at the comment and stated, “It would be like the porn star and his apprentice.” Rob snapped back, “Wait a minute, I am no apprentice, you may have a bigger cock but I am a stud Top myself and can hold my own!” “Sorry Buddy, I didn’t mean any offense; maybe it should be filmed and we’d both be the porn stars.” The smile returned to Rob’s face. “Like co-stars.” It was that moment that a loud bell started ringing. A bit startled Rob asked” What is that; is there a fire or something?” “Oh no, nothing like that," answered Dolf, “It’s just to let us know that the special entertainment for the evening is about to begin.” “Come with me,” Dolf said as he put his hand on Rob’s shoulder and directed him toward the center of the party. In the center of the room was a raised platform with a sling. It was high enough that it acted like a stage for everyone to see. Above the stage and sling were giant video screens. It gave the vibe of a concert event. Dolf pushed himself and Rob through the crowd to get to the base of the stage and the stairs leading up to the top. “You’re going to want to actively participate in this,” Dolf said with a big grin on his face.

A couple of months back, I had recently turned 26 and I was looking to be a little more socially responsible. I wanted to be able to help those in need by sharing my talents and strengths. Being gay myself, I thought that volunteering at the local AIDS Hospice would be a good way for me to do that. I called and spoke with Brian, the director, and he suggested that I come in and tour the place to see if I thought that I would fit in. On the day of my interview I showed up full of anticipation. Brian had me fill out an application and then gave me a tour of the place. There were a dozen men currently living there, all in different stages of being affected by the virus. Some guys looked completely healthy and others were more visibly ill. When the tour concluded, Brian suggested that I spend some time with one of the residents. He walked me down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door at the end. When it opened, Brian said, “Hiya, Francis! I’ve given Alex here the grand tour. I think he likes the place. Could you, maybe, give him the lowdown on living here? You know…an insider’s viewpoint.” I should tell you about Francis. He was my height and very thin. He obviously had lost a lot of weight. His sweatpants hung from his bony hips. What appeared to be a pretty sizable cock bobbed enticingly against the grey fleece material. His tank top loosely covered his torso. His face was still quite handsome…gaunt but cheerful. Francis always had a smile…at least for me. Francis invited me into his room. There were no chairs so he had me sit on his bed and he sat down next to me. “So,” he said, “do you like the place? You thinking of working here?” I told him that I was impressed with the setup. “Brian said I could start out working the overnight awake shift. I’d be alone but, he told me not to be concerned because nothing much ever happens during those hours. I’m sure I could handle the work. You know…I’ve always wanted to be in a job where I could be of service!” Francis told me about his fellow house mates. He made a point of reminding me that these weren’t just patients. They were flesh and blood men with wants and needs of their own. I responded that, if I worked there, I’d do anything I could to improve their day to day lives. Of course, I ended up taking the job. I started the following week and, on my first night, after everyone else was settled in for the night, I rapped on Francis’ door and poked my head in. “Hey!” he called out. “Come on in!” He was just wearing an old frayed bathrobe that dangled from his skinny frame. He got up and joined me in sitting on the edge of his bed. I told him that I was just checking to make sure he was set for the night. “Thanks!” he said. “That’s real thoughtful of you, Alex! I like you! In fact…I like you A LOT!” With that, he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. Without much thought, I kissed him back. His hand caressed my knee. “Remember?” he said. “Remember when you told me that you wanted to be of service to the residents here?” “Sure!” I said. He continued. “When we found out you were coming to work here, we all talked it over. Now…I could tell you what we need most…but here, let me show you.” That said, he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me back onto the bed. He followed me down so he that was laying on top of me. His sunken chest pressed against me. His lips locked on to mine. At the same time his hand slid over my crotch and began a gentle squeezing. “We may be sick…but we’re MEN, you know. Men with NEEDS. And right now, Alex, I need YOU!” I wasn’t sure how far Francis was going to go with this but I didn’t mind making out with him. Like I said…he was a good-looking guy and his urgency was contagious. How could I say no? He opened the drawer on his bedside table and took out a small bottle. “Here, Baby…take a hit of my poppers here!” They must have been fresh and, whatever they were, they were awfully strong. My mind spun off into the void. I was utterly relaxed and felt an indescribable bliss. I was remotely aware that my pants and briefs were getting tugged down off me. When I began to re-focus, I realized that his hand was tugging and stroking my dick which, naturally, began to swell and harden. “Take some more!” his voice said and off I went again. When my vision cleared, there stood Francis, between my legs, raising my legs up to his shoulders. His bathrobe had parted, revealing a stiff cock that was already dripping toxic goo. He leaned close. “And AGAIN!” the voice commanded. He held the bottle in place so that I had to take 4 or 5 breaths of the heady vapors. That really sent me to the moon. Fucking heavenly! As I returned to earth, I became aware of a rocking motion. The cause was soon apparent. Francis had entered me and was thrusting forcefully against my upturned ass. I could feel his cock sawing back and forth. His speed increased and his breathing grew ragged “FUCK! HERE I COME!” he shouted as he pushed into me one last time and held himself in place, his cock spasming repeatedly. Although he had emptied his balls deep inside me, he didn’t withdraw, opting to stay on top of me, his dick plugging my hole. “Come on, Baby! Let’s give my seed time to latch on…start to grow in you. I kinda wanna be the one that knocks you up!” As we lay there, he explained that all the men in the hospice had decided that what they needed most was for someone like me to be their willing partner whenever they wanted to breed. Most of them felt shunned by society and hadn’t been able to fuck a bottom like me in a long, long time. They wanted to be able to use me during the night hours as they would a lover. They wanted someone that wouldn’t say no to receiving their dirty seed! Francis asked, “Are you willing to do this for us?” Again, how could I say no? That was several months ago. Since then, some residents have died and new ones have replaced them, but night after night I’m there to service them…my 12 Poz Lovers.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION 1997 - Dallas, TX I grew up in a very weird neighborhood. Our block was an extremely average row of standard ranch houses. Go one block West and you'd see some beautiful mansions and one block to the East were Section 8 apartments. It irritated my dad to no end. He hated both the very rich and the very poor. He basically hated everyone. The rich were 'a bunch of tax-evading crooks' and the poor were all 'drug addicts who constantly produced mixed bastard babies'. Dad was a most unpleasant man. Obviously. He maybe even hated me, but never came right out and said it. 2008 I had basically flunked out of my first semester of college. I'd done well in high school but that was before I had unfiltered access to the internet and drugs. I liked weed, coke, booze and I liked porn...and pretty much nothing else. I loved speed as well - in all forms. I just stopped going to class or even caring about anything except getting high and beating off to videos of men fucking. It sounds pathetic as I write it now, but I was perfectly content at the time. So the deal was I could move back home for a year IF I cleaned up my act and got a job. Dad's rules. It was good timing because I wasn't yet at the point of having severely nasty reactions to coming down and my dick was rubbed raw from masturbating so much. I knew a guy at school who showed me how to navigate around internet filters, but I needed a porn break for now. I slept almost three whole days. The only thing that kept interrupting my sleep was the barking of the new dog my parents had adopted: Daisy. She was a black lab mix with a heart of gold. No way could I ever get mad at her. She was my example of joy...something to aim for. It was one of my assigned chores to walk her around the block several times a day. Daisy took her sweet time to urinate and/or poop. I didn't mind because the fresh air and the exercise were a sort of therapy for me. I could clean up and be something...definitely. But then.... I was walking the dog in the seedier part of our area when I saw some random guy standing almost in the middle of Olive Street. He was tall, skinny, covered with tats and handsome as fuck. He looked like Vanilla Ice after a bout with leukemia. He had on a baseball cap and seemed to waiting for somebody. I knew he was on something...it was an instinct I'd gained privilege to in the past few months. He didn't notice me at first which was good because it gave me a chance to look him over. Daisy gave us away by offering him a friendly bark. I knew her language of woofs - this was a 'hello, new person' noise and not a 'stay the fuck back' one. Still, the dude looked a little worried. "Yo! Keep him away from me!" He grabbed his back pocket like he was going to pull out a gun or something. "She's a she, and she's harmless. Her name is Daisy and I'm Mark." "OK. Cool. I don't like dogs, man. I'm Damien, D-Dog, or whatever else I tell you to call me." He was pure sleaze and gave off strong criminal vibes. My dad would call him 'trash' which made me want to know him even more than I already did. A car pulled up and he got in. "See you later, Mark." On the way back to Boringville, I chuckled to myself. Nobody was really named 'Damien' any more, right? Just like nobody was named 'Adolf'. Some names have been off-limits for decades. Some people had pretend lives and I understood them. Oh fuck -- Dad was home early. At least I wasn't taking a nap or watching TV. I unleashed Daisy and waited for his wrath. "Tomorrow. You're getting a damn haircut tomorrow." "OK." "And not at some fruity salon...you're going to John's barbershop on Walnut Street.. He'll expect you at 10 am." Fine. Whatever. I was slightly late for the appointment with John who'd been in this place since I was a kid. He looked like he was already mad and you were already giving him a headache. He could have been related to my dad. There was no TV here, just a stack of old macho magazines like 'Guns and Ammo' and 'Field and Stream'. Of course an A.M. radio station was playing, spouting wingnut opinions John already held. I wanted to request he change it to NPR just to see his head explode. You don't get shampooed in places like this. You just sit in one of the ancient vinyl chairs that are almost always patched with duct tape. "What are we doing today?" A crazy thought formed in my head. "Buzz it -- I'm gonna join the army next week." His mood brightened considerably. "Will do, young man." Looking back, I think I wanted to look more like Damien and also piss off my dad. He couldn't get mad at me because I was just doing what he requested. John brutally shaved my hair down to stubble. I'd pretend to be someone else for a while since my previous identity had been mostly dull. I could even pretend to agree with everything coming from the radio. I could become someone who hated Arabs and Jews and minorities and liberals. As soon as I started verbally agreeing with whatever the blowhard was spouting, John was ready to adopt me. Acting bears a remarkable resemblance to lying. I'd try this personality on for the time being. Of course my dad lost his shit. "What? Are you one of those skinheads now?" "No. He messed up a little and just kept cutting until it was evened out." Lying was getting easier and easier for me. I was 'M-Dawg' now. Fuck the world. I walked Daisy before bedtime and made sure to walk by the house Damien was in front of. No lights on of course. Guys like him would be out partying this time of night. But no. He was sitting in the dark on his unlit front porch. "Hail!" What was the response to this? M-Dawg would know. "Hail, Brother!" "Shit! You're Mike, right?" "Mark. I've lived a block West of here my whole life." "I'm new. I only know people from my old hood. Take that fuckin' dog home and then come back over." "Sounds good." Shit. My pretend self had opened a can of tattooed worms. Yes, Dad. I'm a skinhead now. I'm also a drug user and a fag and I can't wait for the day you drop dead of a heart attack. I let Daisy loose indoors and went upstairs to my room. I put on some old jeans from the hamper and dug through my closet until I found a 'Dead Kennedys' t-shirt I'd bought at Good Will. I have never heard their music, but I was going through an angry teen phase (that I guess I'm still not completely out of yet) and the shirt matched my mood. I never once wore it. Now seemed like the right occasion. Sure, it was a 'Small" when I bought it and I was rapidly becoming a "Medium"...but the tight fit made me look bulkier. It was practically sleeveless at this point. I was still skinny, but not as rail-thin as Damien. I had committed to no tattoos as of yet, but that couldn't be helped now. The night was warm, mosquito-filled and windless. Texas. I was back on the heat-soaked sidewalk in front of HIS house within 45 seconds. "Shit, yo! That was fast. You lookin' to party?" "Yeah. And get to know my neighbors." "Come sit here with me and we'll watch the end times coming." Huh? I guess I pretty much knew the end of times were arriving because the Middle East was so prepared to split the planet in half. Wouldn't that be a good way to go? You just fly into space and be be free of abusive dads, bullies and expectations. I was down with that. Damien had one of those indoor couches that had become outdoor porch fixtures around here (a Southern, White Trash thing), I just huffed and plopped down next to him. It was humid and the night was alive with the sounds of bats. They gobbling up mosquitoes and squeaking with joy. "I figured you'd be out partying tonight." "You thought that? You thought about me? That's interesting. Want a smoke?" He meant a cigarette, but I guess I'd hoped he had a rolled fatty to share. Nope...just a regular cig that at least wasn't menthol. "So you're just hanging out tonight?" "I kind of have to. I'm recently out on parole. It's so much bullshit. I have to be here to answer the phone...my HOME phone. I ain't allowed a cell phone." "That sucks." "You got internet?" "Yeah. Why?" "You ever look at that website that shows you where all the local sex offenders live?" "Nah. My dad used to check it regularly until he just got too outraged. Mom made him stop after so many red circles showed up that he nearly had a stroke. Why? Are we sitting in a red circle right now?" "Yup. I almost thought that was why you came sniffing around. Some people are into that." "What did you do, Damien?" "Bunch of shit. It's too long to get into now. I did my time and paid my dues but I'm branded for life." "Wow." "Yeah...'wow', Want to come inside?" I sure did. He was pure danger and pure sex. He embodied something I didn't quite have a name for. "Sure." Once inside the door, I saw shit I could barely believe. I'm not entirely sure how much I can say in this forum, but suffice it to say that this guy was into the devil...bug time. He was into all that 'white power' shit too. Hitler and stuff. This wasn't cool, and not any kind of alternative personality I could make for myself would ever be down with this. I regretted my haircut so much right now. He was hot in his own way, but this was too twisted and just plain wrong. "Want a beer?" "Uh - yeah. OK." He brought us both cans of Busch Light. "I still don't have cable, but I got the VCR hooked up." "Whatever you want, dude." We'd watch a movie or something and I'd get the hell out of here....and never walk down this street again. "See -- until I got sidetracked, I was going to be a famous filmmaker. I made some shit and put it on the internet. Want to watch a sample?" "Absolutely." I wanted to escape, but I needed to rest a little first. I couldn't wait to be home, in bed with a book. It smelled like piss in here. I wouldn't have been surprised to see an open bucket of urine in the corner somewhere. He'd taken off his shirt, letting me see all his ink. Pentagrams and other weird symbols. Some words too. My eyes weren't focusing all that well right now. I guess I was just tired. "It's a little rough and I didn't edit it very well. This is just raw material." He had the volume turned up pretty high and my ears were assaulted with violent metal/rap/rage music. There's a lot of what I saw I can't describe here and also a lot I've blocked out and/or can't remember. Damien handed me another cigarette and I gladly smoked it, hoping I could wake up a little. I closed my eyes to block out the imagery. One scene was of him fucking some passed-out guy. He grinned at the camera. Needles shooting into veins, guns firing, bloody wounds, and that awful goddamn music. Finally -- it ended. I wanted to soak my eyeballs in Clorox. "Damn. That was intense." "Did it turn you on?" "Um... I ...." "Feeling sleepy? I got something to wake you up. Stay here." I put out the cigarette in my empty beer can. His indoor couch wasn't much nicer than his porch couch, but it was so comfortable right now. I should have known he'd come back with a syringe. Fuck. I'd never shot up before...or had I? "A vitamin." "Like B 12 or something?" "Vitamin K." I'd heard of that. Pegople took that to stop having nosebleeds or something. "Yeah. Great. I don't do needles, man. Plus -- I think I'm allergic to that vitamin." "Doubt it. You had two cigs soaked in it...and I put a little in your beer." "Huh?" I wanted to sleep now. He'd drugged me. "Here. I'll just give you a little." Without me even trying to stop him, he thumped the inside of my elbow and stuck the needle in. It's weird that I didn't feel it because I always flinched when I got a yearly flu shot. "I'll finish up the rest of this." My arm was bleeding and there was a drop of blood on the tip of the syringe. "I don't feel good." "I can help you with that." He kicked of his shoes and took off his jeans. No socks, no underwear. "Shit -- feels good to air everything out." He was working on an erection that seemed close to nine inches long and very thick at the base. No way. I'd thought he was sexy before, but now I was just scared of him. How did I end up here? Where did I live? "I think I need to lie down." "Go ahead. It's night-night for you now. I'm gonna fuck your ass, though." "No! I...can't. NO!" "You think the drugs are free? You got high on my dime, and that gives me access to all your holes. I'm just going to get your clothes off and let the K do its thing." I was naked and lying face down on this filthy couch. He was positioning me like a rag doll until I was bent over with my bare ass in the air. I made an attempt to say 'no' again, but just couldn't get my mouth to work. "This ain't rape, man. I'm NOT a rapist. You came here of your own free will." Maybe so. I liked danger, but this was beyond that. He stuck his big dick unto my ass hole and I honest-to-god didn't feel any pain. I'd later learn that I'd been drugged with Ketamine -- which is normally used as a tranquilizer for large animals. I suppose I could have felt a small amount of relief that my first time getting fucked didn't hurt. Damien just pumped away like a bull in heat as I took it all. Did he have STD's? Probably. AIDS? I wished so badly that I was truly passed out, but awareness remained. I wanted to remember this. My first time. I'd write about in one day. His breathing got heavier and his hips were thrusting faster. He was going to cum inside of me. Why wasn't I asleep yet?? A criminal was fucking me full of who-knows-what and I was lucid enough to realize it. I'd just pretend to be asleep. Yeah. I was good at pretending. "Hail! The seed of The Damned is in you now!!!" He was sweating all over me. It's funny how I didn't feel his cock enter me, but I felt it leave me. No worries. I was asleep. I heard him leave the room and go take a piss as my pretend sleep turned into actual sleep. Long, deep, dreamless sleep. I'll leave it to you to imagine the ending. Imagination is a wonderful thing.

PART 9 I did get some sleep, but definitely not a ton. When I started this, I said I’d tell the truth, and the truth was that I was really conflicted and felt a lot of guilt. Guilty that I did it. That I wanted to do it again. That it felt so good. And Tom, it was like he had this power over me. I mean even last night after I had practically just cum at his place, I was home jerking off reliving what had just happened. But there I was at 11:00, totally showered and clean and feeling, well, a need. Tom smiled and let me in the door, pinning me against the wall as soon as the door closed. “Damn, I had plans to try to be slow, but you just drive me crazy my sexy little boy. Let’s get upstairs and get you naked and let’s give that little boy pussy the attention it needs,” he whispered sexily. It took me perhaps only five seconds to climb the staircase, shedding my clothing immediately upon entering the playroom door. Tom likewise allowed his robe slip off, showing me that tall thin body that I thought was so sexy. His cock was already more than half hard. Not surprisingly the passion and the moment was hitting me intensely, particularly as Tom was stroking himself, using a hypnotic rhythm. That gorgeous giant cock. He didn’t have to ask or direct me. There was no hesitation at all. I slid onto my knees, opened my mouth wide to receive his cock head. Did I think of HIV when I saw the bead of precum coming out of of his slit? Yeah I did. and I also recognized that, even knowing Tom was poz, I couldn't stop myself from liking up his pre-cum. And I savored it. And I just wanted more. I just knew that whatever else, I wanted more of Tom. And I lost myself in a cocksucking lust.

I was 22 and decided to go camping at the lake one July, just to enjoy the summer a bit before it was over, and to get away from the gay life I had just began exploring. After getting everything set up, I sat down beside the fire and continued drinking my beer. Other than the sound of some soft voices at distant camp sites, the camp site was very quiet. Just as my fire was dying down for the night, I heard someone approaching on the path which led to the main trail. I recognized the man from a neighboring site, as I had walked past earlier on my way to my site. He was about 50, bushy gray beard almost hiding his sunken face, and wearing only jeans and boots. His torso had no fat, cept for a small belly paunch which didn't seem to fit his otherwise scrawny frame. He reminded me of some of older guys at the bar who'd been ravaged by HIV before treatments improved. In his hand was a liquor bottle, which was half empty. As he got closer, I could see he had a septum piercing, a thick ring resting on his bushy 'stache. I called out a friendly hello as he came near the fire, and he raised his bottle as if to toast me, then took a giant gulp of the brown liquid. He sat down on a log next to the fire, and we began talking. I was drunk, but this guy was shitfaced. Friendly as hell though, so I didn't mind. He was asking me all sorts of questions, what brought me here, was I having fun, etc. I just told him I was only here to chill out, and get drunk. He laughed and handed me his bottle and said "Drink up, buddy." I figured what the hell so I took a few gulps and felt the burn going down my throat. We kept talking, until finally I got up to go piss at the edge of the campfire. Just as I was thinking how drunk I was getting but having fun regardless, he appeared standing beside me, pulled-out his dick, and also took a piss. I jumped a bit, but still kept pissing, noticing he seemed to be studying my stream, so I looked over at his as well. He shook his cock a little to break my stare, and I looked over at his face. He had a different look now. Intense and not as friendly as before. I wasn't sure what to say, and before I could figure it out he turned and started pissing on my exposed cock and shorts. I couldn't move as inside I was panicking. I'd never thought of anything like this, and here a stranger was pissing on me and I didn't know what to do. His stream stopped and I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing down. I'm not sure why I did it, but I got on my knees facing him. He stepped forward, his dangling cock right in front of me, and began pissing down the front of me, soaking my shirt before lifting his cock and aiming right for my face. His hot urine splashed in my eyes and ran down my cheeks, and he put his hand on top of my head and ordered me to open my mouth. Again, not sure why but I did exactly as he told me. He let loose another steam of piss right into my mouth, and commanded me to swallow at all, like a good pig. I began gulping and swallowing what I could. I was repulsed, but doing my best. When his stream stopped, I opened my eyes to see his hard cock jutting out a full eight inches, his fat cockhead still wet with piss. It was a sharp contrast to his lean frame. With his hand still on my head, he guided my head forward into my open mouth, and began fucking it. A few minutes later, he pulled his cock out and began rubbing it on my face, telling me I was a good whore and to stand up. Standing there, I noticed that despite my wet clothes and taste of piss and cock in my mouth, my cock was standing at attention. The stranger grabbed me by my cock and led me to my tent. He stripped my clothes outside the door, and led us inside. He had me remove his boots and jeans, and then lay back as he climbed on top of me. I was turned on as well as scared, and he began sucking my neck, tonguing my ears, and finally kissing me deeply. The feel of his big beard brushing my body was unbelievable, and my cock got even harder as his aggressive foreplay continued. "You're my whore tonight, boy, so relax and enjoy" he said. I didn't reply, and soon his fingers were playing with my hole, trying to push into my hole. I moaned, and he laughed, calling me a virgin, but quickly adding not for long. He climbed onto my chest and began jerking his cock right above my face, commanding me to lick his fuck stick. I began lapping my tongue on the underside of his head, and he laughed and told me what a good pig I was and to keep eating his toxic precum. When I heard him say that, I damned near panicked but his weight held me down. I tried to raise up but he smacked my face hard with his hand, telling me to lay the fuck still. He grabbed his cock and smacked it on my lips, telling me to open wide or else I'd taste the back of his hand again. I opened wide, and he began slow fucking my mouth. "That's it piggy, suck my toxic cock like a good whore!" His thrusts continued, and the taste of his precum grew stronger. Deeper and deeper into my throat he fucked, until I was sure I'd puke. I began gagging hard and he pulls his cock out, covered in my thick saliva. Next, he's twisting my arm around as he slid off my chest, forcing me to move in the direction he's pulling it. I'm half screaming as he twists, and finally I was on my stomach as he held my arm roughly behind my back. "Now get on your knees, pig" he said, twisting my arm to ensure my cooperation. I fumble to do as he says, as the pain he's inflicting on my arm is intense. "Good pig- now put your other hand on your back." Grabbing my free hand, he was now holding both in place on my back, as he scoots in right behind me, his cock pressing into my crack. He seems to clear his throat, but then I hear and feel him spit a goober on my ass. He repositioned to hold my arms with one hand, and grabs his cock with the other and begins rubbing his cock and spit into my hole. I quietly ask him to please let me go, but he ignored me, steadily pushing into my hole, slowly, in and out thrusts, but I had clamped tight, trying to prevent his entrance. Again he spat onto my hole, as his thumb slid in deeper as he murmured "There we go, piggy, open up for Daddy." Working his thumb in and out, telling me he was coating my whore cunt with his precum. From the slickness of his thumb as it moved freely in my ass, and I knew he isn't lying. Suddenly, his thumb was replaced by four inches of his cock. It took my breath away, but he didn't pause until he was fully buried in my ass. "Good piggy, I'm gonna show you how I make a man my whore" he said, as he slowly fucked my virgin hole. "Oh yeah fuck. I'm leaking my load inside you now boy. You like that? You want your new Daddy to knock you up and make you his toxic pig? Pop your pussy cherry and knock you up all in one night? Make you a fuck whore for the rest of your life?" His cock was thrusting harder, and I could hear the sloshing noises as my ass loosened to his fucking. He then started his final assault. " That's it baby, milk Daddy's dirty seed into your cunt. Drain it baby." He plunged forward, pulling my arms back and making me scream, holding his cock in as deeply as possible. I felt his cock pulsate stream after stream, coating my guts with his load. In that moment, when I was completely helpless and forever changed when a stranger came inside my ass, my cock spurted the biggest load of my life. Afterwards the stranger released my arms, and I chose to remain perfectly still as his cock stroked gently in and out of my hole. He spent the rest of the night in my tent, and the rest of the weekend. By the time I left, I had eight poz loads in my ass, and my new Daddy.

The Glastonbury Swim Team 1. Drake’s Wet I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college. Any story that begins: I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college, you just know at some point is going to turn into some Stephen King, fifty shades of crazy, tale of terror. Well, this one’s no exception, just not in a Stephen King sort of way. Banana pajama pants crazy, yes, but not a horror story, well, whore story, yeah, that’d be about right. I’m Kyle Dupree. Hi. How are you? My stats, to start, because that’s what I had to fill out on my college application: nineteen (I was held back one year before they diagnosed me with ADHD because it’s hard for me to pay attention for any long stretches of time, but I’m not dumb, quite the opposite), five ten, one forty-five. “Beanpole,” Jacob calls me. Jacob’s one of the quicker wits in our trailer park. He’s dating my mom and he’s nice enough to her, so there’s that. Hair: brown, short, spikey. Eyes: yes, I have them. Okay, my mom says they’re the color of freshly cooked maple. What she means is that they’re amber brown with little specks of gold in the right light. Nationality: you want them all? Alright, application sez: Native American, Belgian, Polish, German, Dutch, English and French Canadian. In other words a garden variety New England mutt. I put them in that order since I thought I’d have a better chance at getting a scholarship. I was right. If you want to know the truth, though, I should’ve put them in the exact reverse order, because I’m mostly French Canadian, eh, but if it’s good enough for Elizabeth Warren (the Abenaki people in my case—and I am damn proud of that, one sixteenth proud) it’s good enough for me. For those of you taking notes for a guaranteed A+ History paper (and you should), the indigenous Abenaki people covered a huge swath of Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine and have been here for like twelve thousand years. The one tattoo I have is a dream catcher, that was before everyone and their lesbian sister got one. But mine was one of the first. I got it from Dash, who’s this old biker dude who lives in the second trailer from the park entrance, three down from our double-wide, at his kitchen table. I bartered for it, smoked some clouds with him, then let him diddle me on his couch before he picked up his tattoo gun and went at my ribcage in his kitchen. He’d been giving me blow jobs since I can’t remember, but this once I let him finger my hole while he sucked my dick, which the way he did it felt weird—like in, out, in, out, real fast—but still kinda felt good, but I’d rather it wasn’t Dash, but I let him do me anyway like that till I spurted in his craggily-face mouth of his. Other stats that weren’t on my application—because if you’re any kind of perv like me you’d want to know: seven and a half inches, uncut, smooth but with dark hairy legs, swimmer’s build (obviously) and short black pubes that I clip, dark wispy pits, and a little bit of dark peach fuzz on my tailbone that eases down the road between two perfectly shaped round, white boulders. See, I knew you’d want to know. So anyway, like I was saying, Dash got up to his second knuckle of his middle finger in my butthole. I acted like that was crazy deep, but I’d taken big cucumbers way deeper than that since dinosaurs roamed, I just didn’t tell him. Or anyone else, like when mom, Jacob and I were eating our dinner salad with a freshly sliced aforementioned cucumber. Washed, of course. My mom’s a nurse at the county hospital so there were a lot of anatomy books around the house when I was growing up, and I was a curious kid. I was fascinated by the human body, mine and others. Most of the kids in Cozy Meadows, our little trailer park in the sticks, weren’t allowed to play with me after a certain age because I not only played doctor with them, I played specialist: urologist, gynecologist, proctologist, you name it, I became an expert in the field. I didn’t really care that I was shunned in Cozy Meadows. I’d seen what I wanted to see, felt what I wanted to touch. I moved on. Cozy Meadows was close to this lake and for most of the year I’d swim endlessly, taking Waldo, our family’s chocolate lab, with me. He and I would swim across the lake to the side where all these older men used to hang out, sunning naked on a pebbly beach. Waldo was both a good way to break the ice with these old guys—never was any younger guys my age—and at the same time, if I didn’t want to talk to one of them, Waldo kinda sense it and would give a low grumble, and they’d high tailed it. So anyway, I got to know a fair number of these men, and them me. I was technically a virgin when I left home, technically—I liked getting my dick sucked and I didn’t mind returning the favor, but I didn’t like anyone touching my butthole. That was my domain. Dash was probably the only human that had gotten finger deep. Cucumbers and zucchinis fared much better. The school where I got my swimming scholarship was about two hours away from us. Jacob, who lived at the end of the cul-de-sac but was always at our house, drove me in his old rusty red Ford pickup, Waldo in the back with my one suitcase, and my mom scrunched between me and the gear shift. It’s a hot day as we drive down out of the mountains to the flatlands; the temperature rises another ten degrees by the time we hit the college town. Mom’s trying not to cry. Close to the school we pass a circus setting up in a grocery store parking lot. “Look, honey,” she says to me, “a carnival,” but she loses it when we pass through the school gates, and her misty-eyes turn to real silent tears. I get out of the truck in front of my dorm and grab my suitcase. Waldo tries to get out of the truck but I push him back behind the tailgate. He just looks at me and doesn’t know why he can’t go with me. I give him a big hug, my mom, too, and shake Jacob’s hand but, at the last minute, he pulls me in and gives me a big ol’ Jacob bear hug. And then they drive off, exhaust spewing black smoke out the tailpipe, Waldo shouting out barks from the back of the rusty Ford. My forehead’s sweating from the late summer day, and I look up at Hannaford Hall, this six-story, ugly beige cinderblock monstrosity, and spot the top floor where I’ll be living for the next school year. I almost didn’t get in at the start of the school year because I’m a fuckup when it comes to paperwork and deadlines, and rules in general. I was supposed to get some meningitis shot but I forgot, but my mom pulled strings at work and got me a shot the week school started. I got the form filled but I missed all that first days orientation shit. ‘Plunge into the deep end and see if you come up’ has always been my way. I was already in trouble with the coach because the swim team warmups started a week before school did. Anyway, I’m used to being a fuck up and feel like I’m always in trouble anyway, so what the fuck. They weren’t going to take away the scholarship from me. The only sticking point was that I had to try out for a slot on the water polo team. Swim season was in the spring, water polo in the fall. I didn’t know from fuck what water polo was. Sound ritzy, Jacob said at dinner while I was looking over my financial papers, doubt it’s a game for folks like us. Anyway, across the street there’s a nicer dorm. Hannaford Hall looks like some backwoods bunker hospital but Avery Beckwith Hall looks like something that exploded out of an architect’s brain. All angles of metal and glass, overhanging study rooms, electric sliding glass doors. Everyone there, I read in the school’s brochure, lives in five bedroom suites, but it was for the richer kids. Lot of them had their own room. Then there were the townhouses down the road at the school’s gates, but they were for upper classmen. Some of them housed twenty-one year-olds so they could legally have alcohol, but what did I care, I had a jar of gen-u-ine Micky-G’s moonshine in an old glass jar that Micky-G had given me himself as a going-away-to-college present; and some mighty pure crystal from Dash, the biker-tattoo artist, my finger-pumping mentor; and homegrown weed from Jasper, who was Jacob’s younger brother that lived in the backwoods in an honest-to-god teepee and farmed the best pot around, well, good for Vermont I guess. His farm was patrolled by these fuckin’ huge-ass geese who were nasty motherfuckers if they didn’t know you. Even if they did know you, you always had to keep your eye on where they were. Both Waldo and I more than once had them sneak up on us. Getting goosed by a goose is not my idea of fun. Anyway, he gave me a nice supply of his best buds. And then while I was packing, Jacob slipped me a carton of reds, which was very cool of him, ‘cause I know he’d catch grief if my mom found out. I told you she was a nurse. And me on a swimming scholarship. But that’s Cozy Meadows in a nutshell. We don’t think too much about the future. We concentrate on the pleasures of the now. So I walk in the entrance, push aside these heavy-ass metal glass doors, and inside it’s really air-conditioned cool. There’s this guy with a name tag that says Raf, a good-looking dark-skinned guy, who checks out my paperwork, sees I’m on a swim scholarship like him. He gives me a swipe card for the door, a crooked smile, and tells me I’m on the top floor with a guy name Drake Chadwick. We get to talking and I find out Raf’s the goalkeeper on the water polo team and a R.A., which means resident assistant, meaning free board and room. He’s like a concierge, he says. I tell him I have no fuckin’ clue to what that is. He says if I want something just ask. Cool. He’s a junior, polysci major. I tell him I’m a freshman, majoring in English I think. He says most of the swim team are sophomores, and live across at Avery Beckwith Hall. A couple juniors and seniors live together in one of the townhouses. He says he’ll introduce me to some of the team at dinner. Raf has a funny way of talking, like English is his second language or something. Well, it’s time for me to go up and meet ol’ Drake Chadwick. Raf and I shake hands, and I go up in the elevator. But I got to tell you, I get kinda nervous in elevators. I’m not used to them, see. You’re in this tiny cage and that kind of freaks me out. So my hearts beating, and six dings later I’m on my floor. The hallway’s hot and stuffy. I’m holding my swipe card in my sweaty palm walking down the hall looking for 6G. It’s at the end of the hall and I put in my card and it clicks and I push open the door, and there’s Mr. Drake Chadwick on his bed, holding a Maxim in one hand and jacking his big banana cock in the other. Just as I come in he’s spitting a huge load of dick juice all over his magazine and himself. He tries to stifle a fuck! then flails around with his jeans down around his ankles trying to get them up, struggling to not look like a spaz, but I’m sorry, it’s funny, and I start laughing hysterically. He has this totally embarrassed, humiliated look on his face, sees it’s hopeless to remedy the situation, and rolls over to his side hiding his face against the cinderblock wall and kinda starts groaning, pained, but chuckling. I close the door so no one else sees this, and I stand there admiring his perfect, white bubble butt that’s on its side jiggling in an embarrassed snigger. A nice light brown fuzz of butt hair outlines these two muscly white, perfect cannonballs. He can’t look over at me yet. He’s just staying there, tucked to the wall. He reaches up and takes his pillow and pulls it over his head. I find that I am suddenly in love with good ol’ Drake Chadwick. I want to go over and either kiss that big round ass of his or smack it. Maybe I’ll do both. All I know is I want it, wanna stick my tongue in letting it butterfly between his fuzzy crack, but I feel introductions are necessary first. “I’m Kyle,” I tell him, “and you must be Drake. My friend Jacob says you never get a second chance to make a first impression. And I gotta say, dude,” I tell him while I’m setting my suitcase on the empty bed, “you have made one hell of a first impression. Can’t think how to top it.” He finally flips over giving me another sight of his big wanger and low hangers, struggling to get his underwear over his still hard cock and Donkey Kong balls, carefully zipping up his fly so he doesn’t catch himself. Man, the bulge is still showing through his khaki shorts, I see. That eggplant ain’t going nowhere anytime soon. He sits up in bed, pulls down his black Mario Brothers t-shirt over his chest, which was pulled up while he was whacking. Sitting on the bed’s edge, I realize what a beefcake ol’ Drake Chadwick is. He’s this very pretty, very big boy, six foot something hunched on his bed, big feet wiggling in flip-flops, innocent looking face, wide lips breaking into a shy smile, a mop of golden brown hair, with large fluffy brows arching up asking for forgiveness or at least understanding. Come to the wrong place, bub. He’s got this cuddly teddy bear face that should have little black buttons for eyes but instead are dark chocolate brown, and cheeks that are all ruddy red like he’s been crying or just ran a marathon. I go over to extend my hand and he extends his. He doesn’t see it yet, but there’s a jiggling pool of cum slopped on the crook between his thumb and forefinger. I grab his fist and tightly embrace it. I bring that crook up to my mouth, angling it so he sees his wad’s just about to drip off the side. I stick out my tongue, let the spooge fall in, and audibly slurp it up. Two can play at first impressions. *** Drake tells me on the way to the cafeteria that he’s a second year. He worked all summer but didn’t have the bucks to afford Avery Beckwith with the other guys. Besides, he says, he’s found of cinderblock. I meet most of team already sitting around the table in the cafeteria as Drake and I bring our food trays over. Raf’s there eating a heaping of vegetables and rice, while everyone else is either scarfing down Sloppy Joes or cheeseburgers. Drake makes introductions around the table as we settle in: Kenworth Paxton (head nod), Marlon Reznor (head nod), Tommy Durkheim—“hi,” he squeaks—Trent van der Haus—“just House,” House says, reaching over the table to shake—and Steve Reynold. Steve Reynolds looks up from his phone for a nanosecond and then goes back down. I say, hey, to the table. I’ve already forgotten their names. “So, Dupree, you-you-you trying out for water polo to-to-to-tomorrow?” Paxton stutters horribly next to me. He’s blondish, my size, wide shoulders, prominent chin, and has three deep nasty looking scars on his left cheek. He blinks his eyes forcefully to get out a whole sentence. “Yeah,” I tell him. “Don’t know if water polo is my game, but I’m a fast swimmer.” Then this Marlon Reznor guy, who has a scruffy little chin beard, says with a heavy southern drawl that’s so thick it’s almost comical, “What’s y’alls event?” Reznor’s a little shorter than me, bulkier, and like Paxton, has sandy blond hair. In fact, everyone at the table except for Raf and Drake is somewhere on the blond spectrum. Aside from Raf, I’m by far the darkest at the table, then Drake, and then you could easily confuse Paxton, Reznor, Durkheim, House, and Reynolds as all being the same guy: all blondish hair, broad shoulders, high cheekbones, straight pearly teeth, tan, and privileged. Raf hasn’t said a word. He just sits quietly eating his veggies, studying all the blonds, quizzically. Looks at me that way, too. I can’t tell if he’s like Middle Eastern or Black; could be both. He’s got extremely buzzed black hair, big brown eyes, a broad nose with flaring nostrils, and thick dark lips that occasionally flash an absurdist’s smile when he thinks no one is looking. He’s around the same size as everyone around the table but has huge hands, whose fingers reach out and twirl the straw in his ice tea. “Dunno what my event is. Coach’ll have to tell me.” I chow down on my first burger. “No pool where I come from. School was a one room deal and that was it,” I say chewing at Reznor. He and Paxton look at me kinda pitifully, which pisses me off, but I just grin, gnawing some curly fries on my molars. “Hey, it was great. I had the same teacher, Mrs. Duckworth, from kindergarten to twelfth grade.” My teacher’s name makes the guys laugh, but it doesn’t faze me. “There was a lake I swam in, but we also had this quarry where this stoner guy, Jasper, taught me diving from off the cliffs.” I gobble down a few more curly fries. “First time I tried out for anything was here at this college. My mom’s boyfriend pushed me and I said why not. Coach said I was a natural but needed a lot of training. But what do I know?” I say and finish my first of three burger. I see Steve Reynolds, who’s in shorts and wearing a Glastonbury College sweatshirt, its hoodie pulled over his head, text something in his phone, and then a second later Reznor’s reading something on his. Reznor types something back. They both exchange a sly grin. Jerks. Suddenly there’s two large hand clasping my shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze. “How you men getting along?” Speaking of coach, Coach Brandon had snuck up behind me, the one who said I was a natural, and was kneading my taut shoulders muscles, quizzing the table. “These knuckleheads giving you a hard time?’ They all snicker. “Nah,” I say back over my shoulder, picking up a couple of fries and scarfing them down. “Just the usual poking and seeing what’s under my skirt.” I gotta tell you, I’m trying to act as casual as I can, but coach rubbing my shoulders like this is giving my pecker a little stir, especially when I look up in his face. He looks around forty, has on a tight fitting blue sweater, hugging these enormous pecs and massive shoulders. The sweater’s color sets off his fluorescent blue eyes. He’s bigger and fitter than any of these bozos, still has a slim waist, salt and pepper hair, big blue eyes—I guess I said that—he could like be the dad of any of these guys. Well, I guess not Raf. Well, on second thought, seeing as how they both share this same lopsided smile, maybe they could be related. Raf brightens when he sees coach. “Kyle was schooled in a one-room schoolhouse, just like I was," Raf informs coach. I look at Raf surprised. “Yeah?” I say. “Where?” “Botswana.” I’m taken aback. I’ve never met anyone from another country, and I have no idea where Botswana is. “A little game reserve on the Kalahari Desert,” he says. “An area called Deception Valley.” “Deception Valley, eh? No shit? I love it,” I say sipping my diet coke. Coach is still hanging onto my shoulders. If he doesn’t stop massaging me soon I’m not responsible for the stiffy percolating in my jeans. “Hey, Rafiki,” Reznor says, “y’all went to a little red schoolhouse like Dupree?” The others giggle. I interject, “Well, mine was actually a little brown schoolhouse.” “Mine was a brown grass hut,” Raf retorts. We exchange conspirator’s smiles. “A game reserve. For real, Raf?” Drake says. “I knew about Botswana, but I didn’t know about the game reserve.” “Yes. I grew up with families of giraffes, and cheetahs, prides of lions,” says Raf. He looks pointedly at Reznor. “Jackals.” The guys all laugh. Reznor puts on a sarcastic sneer. “Hyenas, too, I bet.” He looks at the guys who were laughing and are now back chewing their burgers. “Play nice, men,” Coach Brandon scolds. “Listen: I want you to hit the sack early tonight. Seven a.m. tryouts tomorrow and I want you all locked and loaded when you arrive. Got it?” He looks around the table meaningfully. “Locked and loaded.” All the guys look down guilty-like for no reason I can make out. They all nod sheepishly. I glance up at coach who gives me a wink, and he’s off. Swear to God, he packs a lot in one wink. I sip to the bottom of my soda until it makes a loud empty gurgle. I ask the guys, “So what’s he mean by ‘locked and loaded’?” There’s a long pause, until Tommy Durkheim, the youngest of the group, peeps, “We all have to wear these…” “If you make the cut,” interrupts Trent van der Haus, taunting in his rich baritone, “you’ll find out soon enough. But you got to make the cut first, Dupree.” He’s the blondest on the table’s spectrum. His green eyes sparkle like a cat’s. The guys all look at each other covertly. “O-kay,” I say nonplussed, curious but not willing to show it. I look to Drake and Raj for their input, but they’ve clammed up too. “I’m getting another diet soda. Anyone else want a refill.” There’s a cloud over the table now. “O-kay then, just one diet coke.” I get up. Tommy breaks the silence. “Diet cokes makes you gay,” he says looking up quickly at me, then back down at the table. I guess I’m looking at him quizzically, because he adds quickly, “That’s what Reznor says.” Renzor rolls his eyes. “I didn’t say diet coke makes you gay, dick-wipe. I said it makes y’all look gay.” “Hmm,” I say considering the statement while I scan the table nodding my head. Tommy’s studying something interesting in the catsup on his plate. Renzor looking at me challengingly. Paxton and van der Haus are looking at me expectantly. Steve Reynolds head’s down under his hoodie, texting away. Raf’s sitting back stirring his tea with his straw. Drake is caught mid-chew, and has one eyebrow raised at me. “’Funny,” I finally say, “‘cause I was gay a long time before I drank my first diet coke.” Steve Reynolds stops texting and looks up. I leave the silent table behind for the soda machine. When I get back everyone’s gone. I’m not too surprised. I slurp on my soda playing with a second plate of fries. I scan the almost-empty cafeteria. There’s some overweight girls with multi-colored hair in one of the booths, each one quietly texting on their phones. A few tables away, two nerdy guys in matching black-rimmed glasses stare and occasionally type into their laptops. The older lady cafeteria workers in hairnets and white smocks are clearing salt and pepper shakers, refilling napkin dispensers, and wiping down tables. Some of the lights around the serving trays are being switched off. It’s quiet except for the steely stream of cold air coming out of the AC vents, and an occasional “oh my god” coming from the booth of multi-colored hair girls. I take out my flip phone, the one my mom gave me today as a present. I bring up the only number I have stored besides hers and Jacob’s. u there? I type. I get back, yes. I think about Jasper, the goose guy. I think about his weed in my suitcase. 420? I type. There’s a pause, then yes pops on the screen along with a smiley face. I’m a little sad, this being my first night not living at home anymore. Knowing Waldo won’t be sleeping on my bed. A little scared, too, if you want to know the goddamn truth. But the biggest thing, more than anything else I’m feeling? I’m very, very horney. I type in: can i suck ur dick? There’s a really long pause. I’m waiting, finishing my drink. One of the nerds at the other table closes his laptop and reaches across the table for the other nerd’s hand. They clasp hands as an old red-headed cafeteria lady reaches over them and grabs their napkin dispenser. Finally Drake Chadwick, the third number in my contact list, texts me back: f i cn suck u2. *** Micky-G’s moonshine in a canning jar sits between me and Drake out on the lawn behind the library half finished. When I got back up to the dorm it was way too hot to stay in the un-air-conditioned room. The fan did nothing but blow around hot humid air. Avery Beckwith Hall has AC, as do the townhouses, but not good ol’ Hanniford Hall. So I take my reefer, my pipe, Mickey-G’s canning jar, and my roommate, and we traipse down behind the library. It’s dark and the entire night sky is spread out above us. It’s cloudless and there’s no moon, so we have billions of blinking lights outlining our dark shapes. I warn Drake that you don’t need much of Micky-G’s to get a buzz going. And you’ll definitely hurl if you drink too much. And here, take a hit of Jasper’s herb. You get a good balance between the two of them. I don’t think Drake is that familiar with either weed or hooch ‘cause he’s only taking small hits, imbibing on both minimally, and looks, in the dim light, pretty unstable. Me, too, but it’s not my first rodeo, muchacho—hooch, herb, or hombre. Drake falls back taking in the sky and pointing at small shooting stars along the horizon, wordless. I see them too, but it’s him I’m admiring. The enhancements help, but right now, looking at his silhouette, his long nose, the rise and fall of his chest, his sharp chin jutting into the shadowy outline of the Juniper bush, he’s the enhancement I want. I’m horney and happy and nicely roasted. I lean over and kiss him. He’s startled but not unwilling. He’s melting into the grass with me leaning over his face. I sense he’s never had another man kiss him before and, curiously, he draws his finger over the stubble of my nine o’clock shadow. For such a big hunk, his face is soft, smooth, his lips downy. I pass my tongue through his lips and he’s awash in a dreamy, smoldering passion. He’s warm and responsive to everything I’m doing to him. I reach up under his black t-shirt and feel his strong, smooth chest, his racing heart, stroke through the damp hair under his pits. I smell him. He’s between the musk of a freshly run mile and freshly laundered clothes. He’s the good son still, I can tell, but with every kiss, parts of his younger, innocent self wash away. I undo his shorts and slide them down to his knees, then pull down his checkered boxers. He tells me the grass is cold. Only for a minute, I say, and go down on his very hard cock. I can tell I could get him off in a few seconds if I really went at him, but I want it to last and just trace my tongue along his shaft, licking, outlining, every now and then wrapping my lips around his knob, pulling down his foreskin, swirling over his head, tasting bits of smegma buried deep in the bottom of his ridges. I have a white flake on my tongue and kiss him with it. If he wasn’t high he might have been revolted, but like me, in our ardor, it’s something that turns us both on. He’s into it and is clamoring to get into my jeans. I let him. All he has to do is unsnap a few buttons and he’s in. I’m good and stoned, and, yeah, the grass is cold, dewy, and the individual blades of grass astonish my tickled crack, but not more than the feeling of Drake’s hand running over my erection. This boy is good and goes straight in for the killshot, almost making me cum the first time he goes full-Nelson on my pecker. He peels the skin down my shaft, exposing my head. I have a lot more foreskin than he does, and he’s much cleaner than I. I’m trash and I know it and I revel in it. But I’ve a mom that’s a nurse and she’s reined me in. Mostly. His first taste of dick cheese, if I’d had my way, would have packed a lot more punch, but since he’s this great big one-eighty pound virgin, I guess he’s better off with just a hint of rankness. Anyway, we slip into a sixty-nine and he’s dripping and oozing like he needs a plumber and I’m there to lap it up. I’m sure I’m leaking too. He just taste so fucking good, the hooch and the pot say so anyway. I can’t get enough of his big bent dick and he’s acting on the same impulses. First he climbs over me, his giant rod angling over my face. My neck’s pulled back to look up at it, in a perfect position to thrust it deep down my throat. Between his legs, his furry balls dangling, I see the heavens and shooting stars as he slides his shaft into my mouth. Over time I’ve gotten good at deep throating. Practice from cucumbers, bananas, and countless men at the lake. He’s a challenge being so big, but with big challenges come even bigger pleasures. That big cock slides down my throat and ends with his dark pubes stuck up against my nostrils. He smells and tastes of soap, but the longer I spend nursing his huge cock, it starts to meld into that special scent and taste of a man. His acrid crack slowly pushes and grinds its way towards me. I don’t think he knows he’s doing it but his ass crack is coming into shadowy view. His dick pops out of my throat and before he or I even realize it, my tongue is buried between his two smooth white cheeks. I reach my hands up and feel the flexing of his muscled ass. I squeeze them and sense the conflict between what he wants and what he’s afraid to ask for. I pull his cheeks apart and settle that conflict with my tongue, riding deep into the valley to find his hole. He lets out an audible gasp as my mouth covers the entrance to the Drake I want to get to know. I dart my tongue inside and he lets out a fuck into the night air, in the dark, behind the library. We’re shadows writhing in shadows, him riding my face. There’s only the slightest of movements, we’re dark statues frozen on the lawn, the only unseen movement is my tongue tracing a spiral inside his ass, then jabbing into his hole. He emits a quiet moan of gratitude. His hole’s loosening. I feel his sphincter pushing out, wanting me to penetrate him deeper. I happily comply while I reach up his shirt, play with his pin-point nipples. He starts grinding his ass over my face, getting the scruff of my cheeks to burn against his rutting ass. There is no resistance in him, he wants me to go deeper. I wiggle a finger next to my mouth and let the saliva provide the necessary lubrication for my digit to slide in. Into the warm night air, in the shadow of the library lawn, he emits another amazed fuck, and pushes down on my finger so I penetrate him deeper, now up to my second knuckle. He’s still grinding down, but rather than pushing further into to him, I withdrawal a bit and wet my middle finger and let it join the first. Oh fuck, he cries softly, knees on the grass, realizing what it feels like to have two fingers invading him, and before he’s settled comfortably into it, I wet a third and slip it in. “Fuck man,” he says quietly, now aggressively pushing his butt down on my hand. “I’m going to cum,” he pants helplessly as his bucks on my fingers. “Like hell you are,” I say pulling out. “You fucker,” he says, his teeth shining from the light of the library windows. “You fuck,” he says. “Turn on your side.” “Why?” I say, but know where he’s headed. He pulls a small tube of hand cream out of his shorts and dangles it in front of me with a devilish smile. “You thought that far ahead?” I say. “Sneaky, sneaky, honey badger. Was that going to be for me or for you?” “Didn’t know, but I do now. Turn on your side,” he says sure of himself. I toe off my sneakers and slip off my jeans. We’re outside in the shadows, footpaths, flowerbeds, brick staircases, alone, quiet, lit by a billion stars, cloaked by night. I pull off my shirt. His Mario Brothers shirt and khaki shorts come off. His checkered underwear lies over them. We’re naked next to shrubs, dirt, the smell of freshly mowed grass, moist. I roll on top of him. Our hard cocks press into each other’s belly, his dark and my darker pubes intertwine, the dew of the lawn make us slick and slippery. I have one leg between his, and he has one leg between mine. Neither one of us has relinquished who, for the moment, will bottom and who will top. We’re dancing, we’re jockeying for position, we’re enjoying the chase, the pursuit, the open question. Our hands at first clutch tenderly as I bend to kiss him. Then I feel his palms clutching tighter. Then we’re wrestling for control. He’s pushing up as I’m holding him down. He’s bigger but I’m quicker. I flip him and have him pinned so his face is pushed into the grass, but I feel him powering up like a hydraulic lift, slow pushing me back. His face comes out of the grass and he’s wearing a conqueror’s smile. “You can fuck me afterward but I’m going to fuck you this second,” he says, throwing me onto my back, lifting my legs apart. He smears some cream on his dick and sticks his hand under my butt. I feel his fingers run over my hole, then push inside. Like I said, I’m pretty much a virgin with man meat but not unfamiliar with penetration. But there’s a universe of difference between me playing with my hole and someone else doing it. Especially if that someone else is as hot and aggressive as this fucker. He pushes my legs forward and lines up his thick member against my hole, and slowly pushes in. The whites of his eyes shine as does his shimmering wet body. He’s a merman from the sea and he’s diving inside me, burying his thick veined shaft, his foreskin pushing back revealing his velvety knob pushing deeper than even the most daring vegetable has ever gone. How can it hurt and feel so good at the same time? Fuck, yeah, I encourage him. Do it, I whisper in his ear. And he’s in up to his bone. I feel his pubes grinding against my hole, his solid rod spreading the width of my chute apart like its never been spread. I’m trying like mad to get used to his size but he’s frenzied and nineteen and in heat. He doesn’t care about anything but what he wants, and that would be cumming inside me as quickly as he can. I stroke myself and could easily get off this very second. I feel the burn building inside my balls. He’s pounding against them, abusing them with each thrust of his pelvis. Fuck, the thrust and pressure themselves could bust my nut any second I chose to let it, and I’m torn, but Drake decides for me, and holds my legs apart, shudders, breaths strained rushes of air through clenched teeth, and I know he’s cumming inside me deep. I want to cum, too, but I want it to be inside him when I do, so I hold back. It’s an ecstatic moment feeling him rutting inside me, spewing his first load in me, while I wait, watching him return to behind his eyes. His eyes are alive in a new way. Knowing something I don’t yet know. I’m jealous of the fuck. He rolls off me, looking up at the night, smiling. He lies next to me and grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth, licks it. Doesn’t kiss it, but licks it. That makes me laugh. I comment, “So, we’re batting two for oh, boy-o, aren’t we?” “What’d you mean, boy?” He comes back and leans over my face. He licks my lips. He’s on top of me again, his dick’s still hard. “You gotta cum whenever you can, boy-o.” “Says my wanker roommate,” I say and knock him off me. Both our dicks are hard, standing off our bellies as we lie on our backs squeezing hands. There’s a fireball in the sky, not a small specks of light, but something that lights up our faces. I see his eyes shine. He’s enraptured, blissful. I’m jealous and want his lube. He sees how much lust is in me, scrunches his face uncertain, and grabs for his clothes. “I don’t fucking think so. Turn on your side, boy,” I order. “I don’t know, Dupree,” he says sitting up holding his checkered brief. “I do, Chadwick. Where that tube?” He hands it to me tentatively. “I never…” he begins. “I know. Me neither,” I say back at him. “You'll like it. I'll make sure you do. I’ll go slow. Hell, before, you were ready to have me to fist you.” “What’d’ya mean?” he asks as I lube my cock, shaking my head. I reach between his butt cheeks, those beautiful white boulders I’d first seen this afternoon and have been thinking about ever since. My lubed finger pushes at his hole. Boy is he tight, tighter than when I was fingering him moments ago. He’s purposefully clenching, not wanting me to go any further. “Ow,” he says quietly. “I don’t think I can, Kyle.” “You’re not the only boy scout that comes prepared,” I say rifling through my jean pocket. I pull out my bag of T, lick my un-lubed finger and then a second, and stick them in the bag. I pull out white fingers and rub them on his tight hole. “What is it?” he asks, as it goes inside his chute. He’s lubed enough to take my fingers up to my second knuckle. I rub them all around the wall of his wet rectum. He takes a grimaced inhalation. “It burns, man,” he complains. “Just for a second,” I say. I don’t take my fingers out, but leave them in him. After a few seconds I start wiggling the pair around. Then there’s the first moan I’ve been waiting for. His hole seems to not only be loosening up but wanting more stimulation. Another inhalation through his clenched teeth. My fingers inside are conflicting him. He squeezes. My fingers being squeezed is not of rejection but enticement. He doesn’t yet know it, but he wants more. His brain will catch up to his body, but even before it does I lube a third finger and slip it in, then a fourth. He gasps as he thrusts his hips back to take more of my fingers. I’m more than willing to give it to him. On his side, he pushes up on his elbow while he thrust back his ass and starts rocking gently. I go with his rhythm and let him pump himself on my hand until it’s buried up to the crook of my thumb. “Fuck, man,” he whispers. “Fuck that’s good.” “Yeah?” I ask him. “More?” He answers by pushing harder onto my hand. I lube my thumb and the thickest part of my hand. The thumbnail slides it. He’s pushing on me, hungrily, greedily. My thumb knuckle is buried and still he’s rocking, trying to take in more. He’s hissing on the lawn through clenched teeth, writhing, fingers digging into the turf, wanting something he doesn’t have a name for. “Ah-ahh!” he hollers loudly, and I look around to see if anyone hears us. I then realize he’s swallowed my whole hand. “Wait, wait, wait, wait,” he cries, gulping air like a drowning man, his head drooped over. I can’t believe it either. Neither of us can. But it’s done. I don’t move. I wait. We’re like that for some time, unmoving, sweating into the wet grass. I’m hard as a steel beam. He drops to his side, hissing again through his teeth, the slightest of moans germinated from deep inside his chest. He gently moves his hips. Stops. Tests the water. Pushes back a little. Stops. I let him control what we do, but my dick is getting impatient. It’s jealous of the attention my hand’s been given. I lube my shaft. Stroke it slowly. Try to appease it. But it know what it wants, and where it’s going. I slide up behind Drake, let my knob rest between my wrist and the top of his ass. My cock traces down my wrist finding my palm held open at the entrance of Drake’s body. Drake knows what’s what, and begins a torturous journey against my pelvis. He can’t help himself. He’s drawn to the thought of it like I am. He pushes back as I arch forward, the knob of my cock crawling down my palm into his out-stretched hole. He’s drenched, sweat pours down his back, off his butt, dripping on my arm; his body burning on the lawn. I fear any moment he’ll spontaneously combust, become nothing but ashes. His desire is burning as hot as mine, he’s as determined. I push forward and he pushes back, in small minuscule movements. Then, with a pop and a gasp from both of us, suddenly, like falling through an hourglass, I’m inside his ass, his hot lava ass. He cries out even louder, his fuck is deeper, more lustful, craven. He’s molten inside. His fire surrounds my hand, my groin is a wick ignited. His body makes me insane. My fist and cock move around inside this crushing volcano, my cock clenched tightly inside my fist. No anatomy book prepares you. The body is a body, wet, liquid, flesh, a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, pliable, strong, vulnerable, unimaginable; the mind is only one small occupants of the body. I know what we’ve done, what we’re doing. But it’s not knowing, it’s feeling that composes the body. He feels so fucking good, what I’m doing to him is a violation against his surrender. That makes me even harder. He growling next to me like a mongrel clinging to a bone, my fist, my cock. I lick the sweat off his spine. My free hand reaches across his slick torso, and I grab his steely cock. I fuck him from behind, jacking myself off in him and jacking him at the same time. We’ve found a rhythm we can sustain, not for long but forcefully. I’m breathing through clenched teeth. Wanting to hurt him, wanting to bring him pain and with it, massive, fierce, masculine satisfaction that only males can satisfy in other males. Fuck, he cries with my fist violently ramming up his shithole. We find a plateau of ferocity, a place where I could abuse him indefinitely, and he knows it, I know he knows it, except I’m feeling his dick leak, then spurt, then gush, then his ass squeezes my fist internally. The dominos of orgasm are falling mightily. His seized ass is pulling the cum straight out of me. I have no choice but to shoot, a steady stream of cum liquefies his perfect hole. I quake for a moment at the precipice, appreciate his beauty and his submission, then fall endlessly, rush after rush of pleasure, filling him with me. “Stop. Wait,” he gasps, trembling, after only seconds have passed. “Please don’t move,” he begs as I still feel a stream of semen flow into his bowels. I squeeze my fist to push out a few more drops, a last shudder, and then relax my hand. “I’m not moving,” I say, and it’s true. I’m locked within him. Only he can release me. He’s shaking and I pull him in tightly with my free arm. I stroke his heaving chest. Is he cringing? I can’t tell but his body quivers. I feel his guts rumble and tense, and he shits out my cock and hand savagely with a harsh grunt of exhalation. “Fuck!” I yowl at the intensity of the sensation of having my cock and first aborted all at once. He rolls over on his stomach, buries his face in the grass, his dark hair matted to his scalp. He’s a beautiful mess and I want to hold him. I slip an arm over his broad shoulders but he throws it off, hiding his face in the shadowy blades. I’m stung by his turnaround but I’ll wait for him as long as he wants. I won’t get dress. I’ll wait with him till daylight when the safety officers discovers our naked bodies on the library’s back lawn. I pick up the Mason jar half full of Micky-G’s moonshine, twist open the top and take several unwise swigs. I screw the lid tight and lay back, looking up at the inky sky; watch for a long, long time as meteors and satellites glide across the firmament above us. I lay the back of my hand on the small of his back. He rocks it off. I rise on an elbow. I want him to look at me, to show him I’ll lick his slimy guts off my hand, I have no pride, I’d be his mutt if he'll be mine—but his face remains buried. I lie back and find the rings around nearby Saturn, tick off the moons of Jupiter—Ganymede, Io, Callisto, Europa, Themisto, Amalthea, Elara. I stare into the black holes where the stars aren’t anymore. Observe galaxies whirl, whole universes dance through each other, disburse in a prism of gas. I see far off stars hurtling toward me at a million light-years a second, while others swim into the black emptiness toward oblivion, never to be heard from again. Like people do. “Drake?” I ask a bit panicked at how quickly I'm alone in the universe. “You there?” The vacuum of space swallows the question. u there drake? He’s a digital ghost, a celestial body untethered. I can’t reach him though he’s inches away. I don’t know how to chart this course; I’ve never traveled here before. Did I do something wrong? Do something right? The longer I stare the more I see the stars aren’t white; have never been. Some glow red, some yellow, others are a ghostly blue. I feel the earth rotating under me, the lawn taking me along for the ride. The constellations wheel across the black vault above. Their stories elbow into my brain—the hunter, the serpent, the bears, the belt, the lion, I know them all, just like at home on our trailer’s roof. Same stories, same stars; stories spread down through millennia, through a trillions souls, eventually to mine. I’m drunker than shit and will probably puke in a moment. I’ll push dirt over the puke like it never happened. As I look above my head, upside down at the library windows, three figures stand peering through the glass, backlit, unmoving. Even with the world upside down as it is, the central figure in a blue sweater, with salt and pepper hair, comes into focus. Coach Brandon. What I can’t comprehend in my addled brain, what I can’t wrap my mind around, is why he’s there standing next to a dark figure in a cowl and, on his other side, why there’s a bald guy whose head shines in a mosaic of tattoos. None of this makes sense. Huh. But I can tell you this: coach just winked at me. That’s the second time tonight.

I was in Salt Lake City for a couple of days. Since I'd had some very successful breed and seed parties in SLC in the past, I wanted to try another. Unfortunately, my cell phone died the day I was flying to SLC. So, I was there without the benefit of Grindr, Growlr, Scruff, etc. Also, I couldn't get my KIK messages. Those disadvantages, along with the loss of Craigslist was making it difficult to get as many tops to seed me than I normally get. I used doublelist.com as well as BBRT and Squirt to get the word out. Wednesday night I only had 2 tops show up. One was a str8 guy that replied to my doublelist ad. He showed up to just get his dick sucked. But, he ended up fucking me raw as well. It was a good fuck. But, he was a fast cummer. It was over too soon. The second guy replied from BBRT. He was kind of a boring fuck. So, I was a quite disappointed. On Thursday night the responses from BBRT, Squirt and doublelist were better. I got 5 loads that night. All were great fucks and I enjoyed getting those loads. But the BEST was definitely the last. It was well past midnight and I was almost ready to call it a night when I got a message from a black guy on BBRT. I told him with a message that I was in a downtown SLC motel room, wanting cocks. I loved his pics and wanted him to fuck me. Thankfully, he wrote back. He asked if I could handle his 11", thick bbc? I wrote back that I would have no problem taking him. He again wrote back that this would NOT be a "vanilla, romantic" fuck. He said most white fags can't handle him. He'd only come over if I could take a deep, hard fuck from him. "I fuck hard, fast and deep. I'll slam balls deep into your cunt and show no mercy. Once I start to fuck, there's no stopping until I put my babies in your white pussy. You better be able to take this black dick, faggot. Or you'd better back out now." he said. I wrote back that I was sure I could take him. I gave him the motel address and my room number. He told me he'd be there in 15 minutes. Sure enough, 15 minutes later there was a knock at my door. I opened the door to find a 6', 190 lb, muscular black guy stepping into my room. His skin town was even darker than it appeared in his BBRT photos. He was in his early 50's. He had a rough, masculine, angry look to him. His short black hair was filling with grey hairs. He looked me up and down as I closed the door behind him. "You got anyone else coming over? Cause I don't want a group. You're going to be my pussy. I don't share." he said. "No one else is coming. Just you and me. I have 4 loads in me. That OK?" I asked. "Lock the door, fag", he barked, as he began to pull his shirt over his head and unbuckle his jeans. "Get on your knees, cocksucker. Get this black cock hard, fag. And I better not feel teeth", he demanded. I pulled my tee-shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I pulled my shorts down and kicked them aside as I dropped to my knees. I took his soft cock into my mouth and sucked on his foreskin. As his cock began to swell, I then pushed the foreskin back with my lips and began to suck. I'd take a gasp of breath, and then swallow his cock as far back down my throat as I could, before choking. Soon, he pushed me aside and moved to the bed. He sat on the edge and I moved over to him. I again began to suck on his now fully hard bbc. I licked down to his balls as he softly let out a low moan. I licked and sucked on his balls as I lifted up his legs. He pulled his knees to his chest and I licked his ass. "Ah, you are a good faggot, aren't you? Eat my nigger ass, queer", he said. I licked his hole, then slide my tongue up into him. "Fuck yeah!", he said as I made love to his hole. "Show me your pussy, faggot", he barked as he rolled to the side. I climbed up on the bed and kelt on the edge of the bed. I had placed a hand towel, lube and poppers on the corner of the bed. I grabbed the poppers and began to sniff them as he stood behind me. He lubed up his cock and squeezed some on my asshole. He slid some lube up into my hole and fingered my hole a bit. Then, all of a sudden I felt his hard cockhead pressing against my hole. Oh, God! I know I told him I could handle his cock, but I was beginning to doubt myself. He had grown to at least 11 inches and he had a very nice thickness to it, as well. I was sniffing poppers nearly non-stop. I knew it was going to take a shitload of poppers to take his dick. He quickly began to press into me and it stung a bit. I just continued to inhale the poppers as I felt him slide all the way into me. It was hurting, but I was not about to stop it. I wanted that bbc inside me. I needed this fuck. Just as he promised, he showed no mercy. He immediately began to pound me. Poppers were splashing against my nose and lips as he rammed hard and deep into me. With some difficulty, during the hard thrusts, I finally put the lid on the poppers and grabbed hold of the sheets to steady myself as he slammed repeatedly into me. Then he put one of his legs up on the bed, going into me on an angle and going even deeper into me. He grinded his big cock in my pussy. Soon he pushed me further up onto the bed. He climbed up on the bed and slide back up into me in one quick thrust. My ass had now relaxed and it was feeling incredible! He had grabbed me around the waist and was slapping against me as he repeatedly thrust in and out of me. The bed was banging against the wall and I was letting out grunts as he slammed my ass. For nearly 20 minutes he pushed and maneuvered me into every conceivable position. Each position allowing his cock to go even deeper into me. He'd grind my ass with his cock buried balls deep into me, up past my second sphincter. He knew just where to put his cock to rub it against my prostate. It was grinding against my prostate so hard, that I nearly came a couple of times, just from the friction he was putting on it with his bbc. Then he slide up into second sphincter again. The harder and deeper he'd fuck, I could tell the hornier he was getting. He finally had me on my back, his cock buried deep into me as his face was just inches from my face. He was looking intently into my eyes as he fucked me. He seemed to enjoy seeing my face expressing both intense pleasure and pain at the same time. With his face so close to mine, I so wanted to kiss him. I began to move my lips to his to kiss. I could smell the booze on his hot breath as I moved my lips to his lips. But, he turned his face sideways and barked, "No kissing, faggot! I don't fuckin' kiss queers", he growled. "You're just a pussy to me. Just a hole to fuck. Just a cunt to use", he said. He thrust a few more times into me, then asked, "You ready for my cum, pig? You ready to take my babies?" "Oh, God, Yes! Put your cum in me. Fill my cunt with your babies!", I moaned, breathlessly. "Uhh Uhh Uhhhh!", he grunted as he rammed harder and deeper into me with each thrust. My head was banging against the wall. It hurt, but there was no stopping or moving. I was completely under his control. Finally he took one last, hard thrust into me and I could feel his cock throb as he filled my colon with his seed. He was well up past my second sphincter as he emptied his balls into me. I was squeezing my ass on his throbbing cock. Trying to milk every drop of his hot seed into me. He collapsed onto me and was panting into my ear with his hot breath. We stayed like that for a few minutes as both our breathing slowed. Finally he climbed up off me and rolled onto his side. I snuggled up to him and caressed his muscular, hairy chest. We laid there for several more minutes. I reached for his cock, he was still hard. I leaned down and licked the beads of cum that were oozing from his piss slit. He fingered my cum filled pussy as I sucked his cock. Soon, he had positioned himself again at my hole. He immediately thrust back into me. He was quickly grunting and moaning as he again began to pound my ass. It only took a few minutes until he was again groaning loudly, grabbing me around the waist and planted another load into me. Then he quickly pulled out, climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. When he came out of the bathroom, wiping his cock off with a washcloth, I told him how great the fuck was. "Can we fuck again when I'm in town", I asked? "Sure, fag. It's hard to find a hole that can take my dick. I like your white pussy. Yeah, let me know. I'll fuck you". With that, he dressed and left. I locked the door behind him, turned out the lights and went to sleep. Replaying the hot fuck in my mind as I drifted off to sleep. It's now 2 days later and my ass is still a little sore. But, it was a fuck I'll long remember. And hope will happen often when I'm in Salt Lake.

005 - Brothers I was swimming. I was flying. I was floating. I was fucked. And I wanted - more than anything I’d ever wanted before - to be fucked. My hole was throbbing around the plug that suddenly felt like a spear being rammed right through me. My cock tingled, still limp and increasingly undesired. My whole body pulsed with sensation, only some of it real, and being caused by Raff and Jesse. The rest was from memories that danced in my mind like some sort of pornographic clipshow. The first time I’d sucked dick. The first time I’d buried my face between Jesse’s asscheeks. The first time Reese had fucked me. And all the events of this evening so far. They all suddenly felt so intense, and real, like I could step backwards through time using just my memory. “... Oby… Toby… Toby? Open your eyes, babe.” It was Jesse’s voice, and suddenly my eyes shot open. He was in front of me, holding my face in both hands, smiling. “There you are.” He kissed me, then looked behind me at Raff. “He’s back.” “Good boy.” I felt Raffs hand on my head, ruffling my hair like I was a child. I turned to see that he was currently fiddling with Jesse’s laptop, logging into some porn site I’d never seen before. “Wh… What happened?” I asked, suddenly very aware of myself. I was exactly where I had been, knelt down in front of the sofa, but it felt like I had been there for hours. Movement was difficult at first. “How long was I…?” “Just a few minutes.” Jesse answered. “You spaced out, big time.” “I introduced you to Tina.” Raff explained. “She’s fun, isn’t she? Don’t worry, you’ll be seeing more of her real soon. How are you feeling? Good?” I nodded. “You like how that plug feels?” I nodded again, more enthusiastically. “Good. Pick one.” He told me, pointing at the screen. On it, there were a bunch of different porn titles listed. ‘GHB Sex Pigs’, ‘3 hour sex party’, ‘Brutal Rape’, ‘Meth mansluts’, ‘Greedy fucktard’, ‘Toxic seed’. I didn’t know what a lot of the titles meant, but my blurry vision zoomed in on one title in particular. “‘Cheap Manwhore’?” The answer made Raff laugh. “Good choice. One of my favourites.” The video that started playing was another hotel group, though this one didn’t have a lucky twink taking it in every hole. Just a bunch of incredibly sexy, sweaty, sleazy looking men sucking, wanking, and fucking each other. Raff turned away from the TV to face us. “Right then, now that you’re all sorted out, I’ve got another job for you. Look at your boy.” I turned to see Jesse - he was sat on the sofa, with his ass hanging over the edge, currently playing with the double ender in his hole. I turned back to Raff, who walked closer to me, placing a hand on the side of my head. My face was so close to his crotch, I could smell his body. “You did a real good job of getting him all loosened up for me. Thanks to you, he might actually survive this. But there’s a problem. See, I didn’t bring any lube with me.” That there was a bottle of our lube right next to his foot was clearly not relevant here. “In two minutes, I’m going to be fucking Jesse harder than he’s ever been fucked before, and all the lube he’s going to get is currently in your mouth.” With that, Raff put his free hand on the rim of his sweatpants and pushed down. No underwear prevented the huge black monster of a cock from flopping out, so hard that it nearly hit me. My mouth watered at the sight of it. I heard a whimper from Jesse, behind me. “So let’s see how much you really care about him.” I was pretty good at sucking dick, but before I’d even got my mouth around the dripping head of Raff’s dick, I knew I was in trouble. Reese’s dick was the closest I’d been to this, and I’d guess that Raff was at least three inches bigger, not to mention a lot thicker. There was a metal ring wrapped tightly around the base, which only served to make it look bigger still, and caused the veins to bulge. His balls swung below, looking ready to burst. Raff let me clean the head of precum before he took hold of my head, gripping my hair tight, forcing me to remain still as he began pushing his dick into my mouth. Raff was in complete control of me. If he pushed in too far and I couldn’t take it, he’d back off a little, but not much, and not for long, before he began pushing back in. I’m not sure what would have happened if I tried to force him off, but fortunately, it never came up. I struggled to breathe, but just about managed it, and Raff clearly didn’t mind the unattractive snorts I was making as I worked out how to keep myself going. Breathing only through my nose meant I couldn’t escape the incredible musky scent of his body. That smell was almost as good a high as the ‘T’ pulsing in my ass. Reading my mind, I felt Jesse move behind me. He was kneeling down, and I felt his hands on me. One went to the buttplug, gripping it by the base, twisting at it, pushing and pulling it just enough to make it move within me. The other hand, to my great surprise, came round to my front and took hold of my cock, which was now rock hard again. I hadn’t even noticed it till he touched it, but now I realized that it had been like that for a few minutes, and my legs were splashed with precum where it had been bouncing around. Jesse kissed at my shoulders and neck, and it felt like my body was filling with lightning from all the different stimulations. I couldn’t decide which part of me felt the most intense, and the longer it went on, the more difficult it was to even distinguish between them. “Fuck! Look at you two.” I heard Raff talk above me. “Last time I had two twinks like this, they just fought each other, wanting me all to themselves. But you two ain’t like that, are you?” Raff’s grip weakened, and he let his dick slide out of my mouth. One hand stayed on my head, while the other moved to Jesse’s. He looked down at us, and we both stared up at him. Jesse continued playing with my dick and the plug. “Two fucked up brothers taking this trip together, right?” Raff pushed both our heads towards his dick, and we began playing with it, licking and sucking at it and each other. I let Jesse take the lead, since I’d already had plenty of alone time with it. “Fucking beautiful! I just wish I could fuck you both at the same time, too.” With that, we both knew it was time. We moved away from his dick, and Jesse let go of me. He got to his feet, then helped me to mine. I suddenly realized how bad I was shaking. I hadn’t stood up in a while and my legs felt weak. Jesse held me up. “You okay?” He asked. I nodded, and he kissed me, his hand wrapping around my dick again, pumping it a few times before letting go. I was already getting soft again. Raff was racking up another four lines, and laughed when he saw me playing with myself, trying to get it up again. “Don’t sweat it, kid. You’re not going to be needing it tonight anyway. That you need a real mans cock inside you in order to get it up just shows you that you’re exactly where you should be.” With that, Raff bent down, taking two lines at lightning speed. Just like last time, he passed the straw to Jesse, who did his, then passed it to me. Walking felt weird, but I knew for damn sure that if I had to sit by and watch Jesse get wrecked, I wanted to be flying as high as I could go for it. Turned out that I’d be watching it very closely. “One last job for you.” Raff said to me after I had my line and turned around. Jesse was kneeling on the sofa, ass pointed out towards us, while Raff was holding his phone out for me. I took it. It was unlocked and in camera mode. “I wanna be able to remember this no matter how fucked up we get tonight. You make sure you get everything, got it?” He made a gesture with his hand, pointing to his face. I told him I’d get every second, as long as he sent me the video as well. He laughed, and told me that he would. Jesse didn’t seem to have any issue with it either. Before Raff walked away, he wrapped his arm around me and grabbed my plug. “Once I’m done here, how about I load you up again and let you have another little chat with Tina?” I nodded like a crazed bobblehead toy. He smirked and pulled me in, forcing his tongue into my mouth. It was nothing in comparison to his cock, but even his tongue felt huge inside me. I responded as best as I could, but when Raff did something, it was very difficult to do anything other than take it. We broke apart, and Raff turned towards Jesse, without another word. I began recording. ~~~ “You ready for this, Jesse?” Raff asked, positioning himself behind Jesse’s ass. Jesse’s answer was a wordless moan and a thrust of his ass in the direction of Raff’s cock. Raff took him by the hips - his hands were so large that they practically dwarfed Jesse’s hips and ass. He rubbed the tip of his dick up against Jesse’s hole, coating it in his precum and my spit. “God fucking damn, you don’t know just how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” On the word ‘this’, Raff began pushing the tip of his dick into Jesse’s hole. “So I’m going to take my time.” I licked my lips as I watched that huge black cock pushing open Jesse. My ass tingled around the plug and I tried to imagine what it felt like. I made sure to get every inch of it recorded, too. Jesse was whimpering and moaning ‘Oh fuck! Oh fuck!’ in no time, but just like with me earlier, at no point did anything like the word ‘stop’ come out of his mouth. The entire bulging head of Raff’s cock was now inside Jesse, and my mouth watered as I remembered how it had tasted. “Holy fucking shit…” Raff said in a low, husky voice. “How can a kid as fucking slutty as you still feel this tight?” I focused the camera on Raff’s face. His eyes were closed and his mouth in a wide grin. He bucked his hips slightly, pulling the tip of his dick almost all the way out of Jesse, then pushing back in a couple of times, before he continued moving forwards. It was incredible, watching inch after inch of that monster sink into my housemates ass. Memories of my cock being in there earlier came flooding back, and I remembered how it felt sliding into him completely bare, before drone dick ruined it. Completely bare… I realized then that Raff wasn’t wearing protection. I very nearly said something, but then some dark part of my mind told me to shut up. Raff was a real man, I thought, and this was how real men fucked. This was how Jesse wanted to get fucked. It wasn’t my place to try and stop that, I just hoped that I would get the same thing, later. Another inch, and then another sunk into him. I was certain that even with all his toys, nothing had ever penetrated Jesse this deep before. He’d gone quiet now, no longer whimpering or swearing. I moved so that I could see his face, and get it on camera. His eyes were watering, tears streaming down his face, but when he noticed me, he smiled and stuck his tongue out at me. He had never looked so attractive to me as he did right there, and that was saying something. I’d need a supercomputer to calculate all the times I’d jacked off over thoughts of Jesse, and that was before the first time we’d played around. I never imagined anything like this, though. “Ah, fuck yes!” Raff hissed, and I focused the camera back where the action was. Raff was slowly fucking Jesse, and holy fuck; when had Jesse taken more than half of Raff’s cock? More than two thirds, in fact, were being pulled out and stabbed back in, and Jesse was taking it like it was nothing. I realized, perhaps a lot later than I should have, that Raff wasn’t going to stop till he was balls deep inside Jesse, and suddenly I understood what he’d meant when he talked about Jesse ‘surviving’ this. There’s no way I could take something like this. I couldn’t even take Reese to the hilt. I couldn’t tell if Raff was pulling Jesse back, or if Jesse was genuinely still able to push himself even further down onto Raff’s cock. Either way, with a few more flexes and grunts, Raff was there. The whole damn thing buried inside Jesse like it was nothing. Raff didn’t dare pull out till Jesse’s ass had adjusted to him, but he ground his hips against Jesse’s, moving himself within, and swearing at how good it felt. I saw that Jesse was biting down onto a sofa cushion, eyes squeezed shut. Raff’s movements got faster and faster, and he began pulling out more and more of his cock before shoving it back in to the base. Jesse’s entire body was like nothing more than a fleshlight for him right now. I noticed a slapping noise, and moved behind them both. Raff was pounding Jesse hard enough that his balls were starting to slap against Jesse’s ass. But there was a second noise, and it took me a moment to find it. Just like me earlier, Jesse’s cock had got rock hard from the treatment, and was bouncing wildly, slapping up against his abs. Suddenly, Jesse erupted in noise. Swearing and moaning and whimpering, but still, never a word of protest, as Raff started ramming withdrawing his cock entirely from Jesse, then impaling him fully again. After one last shove, Raff wrapped his arms around Jesse, yanking him up from his all fours position into a bear hug. Black arms, hulking with muscles, wrapped around Jesse’s skinny white frame, and Raff fucked deep into Jesse. As I could no longer see between their bodies, I moved back round to the front where I could see their faces. “Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck! Yes!” Raff yelled out, and their movement stopped for a moan. Jesse let out a long, howling moan, and I realized that his ass must be getting pumped full of Raff’s cum. The expression on his face was like nothing I’d ever seen before - an incredible mix of complete agony and pure bliss. Raff began moving again, still fucking Jesse, fucking his load deep into Jesse’s ass. I wanted so badly to know what it felt like. I needed it. While still fucking Jesse, Raff looked into the camera and started talking. “That’s one more fucked up twink converted by me…” He reached forwards with one hand, took the phone from me and flipped it round so that I was now being recorded. “But I still got one more here, waiting to be charged up. Who wants him?” I gulped.

Part 12 (to those of you who enjoy poppers and spray poppers (like max impact or Amsterdam spray), I hope you feel the magic with me) As I watched my daddy walk over and pick up his phone, he looked over and laughed. He said to Mr. Terry, ‘holy fuck, you are right, apparently we will be here a while, they are considering beating the door if I don’t give them an update. How long you think you need?’ Mr. Terry said, ‘Well I sure as fuck aint going to hurry if that’s what they want? Nevertheless, I appreciate the need they have. I am sure they all want some cherry before it goes bad. Tony, let me ask….I am hoping this isn’t my only chance or night to test drive this?’ ‘No, even once I wean him off of Dr. Brad’s magic bottle, I see a gleam in his eyes, its going to need a lot more of your own special juice. I wasn’t really understanding what they were talking about, but I was also fixed on Mr. Terry. He reached behind him and picked up a fresh cigar. The thing looked like it had to be 2 inches in diameter; I never knew they made cigars so big around. As he licked the uncut end of it, he stared at me. Stared at me really deeply, it was like he was looking into my soul and I felt warm. Not warm because of the fur that I was cradled in, but warm like he knew me for a long time. It was seductive how he licked it, slowly and wrapping his tongue around it. My cock flinched and I could feel a big glob of precum flow out. He must have saw my cock jump because it looked down at it and looked back at me and winked. He pulled the cigar from his lips and tongue and started circling it around the hood of my uncut cock. He was wrapping the precum that was trailing off the end of my cock like melted cheese on a piece of pizza and off my belly that had already broken off the stream. My eyes were going back and forth from watching him to looking up at his rugged face and dark features. He beard was perfectly groomed and oiled and the fur on this chest was that of a true stud daddy. He took his free hand, raised it up from between my legs, and grabbed ahold the shaft of my rock hard boy cock. He pulled my foreskin back to uncover the head of my thick 8.5 inch cock. It was glistening from the fresh warm reservoir of precum it exposed. He moved the end of the cigar that was wet with the precum off my belly and held it right to my piss slit. Is other hand pulled the lips of my cock head apart and exposed my piss slit, he took the pinky on that same hand and started rubbing his pinky over my piss slit and the cigar both. He was putting pressure on the tip of my cock head like he was burying his pinky into my slit. He got most of hisfingernail covered by the lips of my slit. He reached with the cigar hand and grabbed the little brown bottle. He handed it to me and said ‘can you help me for a minute?’ I nodded that I could. ‘He said both of my hands are busy and kind of sticky, I need you to self-medicate yourself. Can you be a good boy for me and take a deep and I mean deep hit into your left nostril and hold and wait for me to count to ten? I nodded again. ‘You sure?, I want you to do it right so we don’t have to take that medicine away from you, ok? I nodded, closed my right nostril and took a really really deep breath into my lungs. And I heard him count. ‘Good boy! 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, you are doing great. Keep holding, 4, 3, ……2,’ I thought why is he slowing down. Be a good boy and hold, that’s one. Ok exhale. I exhaled rather suddenly. ‘Oh no, I think you forgot, you exhale slowly Lukas, not so quickly. Lets do it again, ok? I nodded. This time I covered my left nostril and exhaled super deep, only to inhale and fill and see my chest expanding. Then I held. ‘Nice, very nice pup. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, you are a good boy, 5, 4, 3…… , very good, almost done. 2 you ready? 1, and now SLOWLY exhale.’ I slowly but surely exhaled my lungs free and I felt my head lift off. I was flying, I felt flush and felt so warm and my boy pussy was all tingly. I smiled as he said, ‘you are such a good and smart boy, one more just to make sure you feel it ok? You never know, sometimes you can get a bad bottle some reason. This time, pucker your lips and suck it in through your mouth. Hold if a few and then exhale through your nose. So I started to suck it in, wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I held and then slowly exhaled through my nose. I shut my eyes and felt waves of energy shoot through my body like an electrical current. As I opened my eyes, he was pulling the foreskin of my cock up over the base of the cigar. I couldn’t even see my cock head and the foreskin was up over the curvature of the cigar’s tip and up the long shaft of his cigar. The cigar was about the same diameter of my cock so it was like an extension of me. Mr. Terry said, ‘this is called docking, we are going to dock you to my shaft if a few minutes, do you like that pup?’ I nodded, but said that ‘it burns a little bit.’ ‘Oh good, that’s very good, it is supposed to, that is the nicotine in the cigar warming up your piss slit and cock head.’ He jacked my cock up and down a few times pulling the foreskin back off the cigar and then back up again to stretch my skin as much as it could. My daddy stepped over and said ‘they want a couple pics.’ He put his camera down by my testicles and snapped a picture of my cock straight up in the air docking fully with the cigar. I heard daddy say, ‘let’s show them some of my gift on it.’ Mr. Terry undocked my cock and put the cigar down between my legs, I wanted to see what they were doing, but my cock and nuts were blocking my view. I then realized there was a mirror above me. Was it a mirror? Or Just part of my dream? Fuck I thought, I am so high, maybe my mind is just playing tricks on me? Whatever it was I focused on the mirror and saw Mr. Terry start to insert the cigar into my hole. After it went in a couple inches, he pulled it out. Then pushed it in and out a few more times. It started to burn and I let out a whispering moan. I heard daddy speaking quietly to Terry ‘Ok, that’s good, that last move brought out a big glob. That’s perfect, hold it right there.’ CLICK. ‘Perfect, look at that pink cherry juice and all that cream clinging on that cigar stick.’ CLICK ‘Yeah, yeah push it in slowly’ CLICK. ‘Ease it back out. Oh Fuck, YES.’ CLICK. ‘Very nice Terry, a little’ CLICK ‘yes, more’ CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. ‘Can I see daddy?’ I whimpered as I was still floating with the medicine in my head. ‘Yeah? You want to see your pussy boy?’ ‘Yes please Sir, Thank you Sir.’ ‘Well since you asked nice, sure son.’ I felt the cigar slowly going deeper and deeper into my hole and burning more and more as Mr. Terry pushed deeper and then pulled it out and pushed back in, a couple times, he got more precum off my cock and belly and I could feel the coolness of my precum sort of cool off my stinging asshole. Daddy was showing me the pictures. ‘Look how beautiful your pussy is son. Here is the cigar going in, just a little see? Then he pulled it out’. ‘Why does it look so pink?’ I asked as I looked into his eyes. ‘Didn’t you learn in school that sometimes when the hymen breaks it can cause a little blood son?’ ‘Yeah I remember that’. ‘Well, my cock is pretty big’ ‘Yeah, I saw it earlier this morning when we were by the pool; it looked huge in your pants’ ‘Well the combination of your hymen breaking and because the size of my cock, you tore a little bit. And as it mixed with my sperm while I was breeding you, your blood and my sperm became one, so it is a little pink. Understand?’ ‘Do you think we need to tell the doctor or my mom that it was a little bloody’? ‘Oh heavens no son, the doctor would be more concerned if it were kind of red often. It is sort of like when a woman has her period, it just means she is more fertile. So when you boy pussy bleeds, it just means it has really enjoyed itself and ready for taking more seed. But with more and more sperm put into you, it will turn whiter as it dilutes with the blood. But no need to worry about your mom either, you wont remember to tell her. But I can send her a text if it continues too much. Ok baby?’ I nodded and looked at him, smiled and said, ‘thanks for being so patient with me and taking the time to explain these things. I miss so much without having my dad around.’ ‘Well, from now on, I will be around more and more and will guide you, you trust me right?’ With the biggest smile of my life, I looked back at him and nodded yes. I noticed then the burning had started to subside in my hole and Mr. Terry was holding onto the chains of the hammock. He was rocking back and forth. Each time he lunged toward me the chains rattled and I was pushed forward with him. I felt as he pulled back and my hole seemed so opened. My dad was looking down between my legs. I remembered the mirror so I looked up again and saw Mr. Terry was pushing his cock into my asshole next to the cigar. He stopped for a minute and my daddy pulled the cigar out of my hole and I felt my hole collapse around Mr. Terry’s big Canuck cock. Mr. Terry said, ‘can you light that up for me?’ My daddy said, ‘you don’t really think I am going to let you enjoy the first taste of his pussy before I do, do you?’ and my daddy sniffed the end of the cigar that had been in my boy pussy. He licked the bottom of it like Mr. Terry did at the start and rolled it into his mouth. He grabbed the lighter off of the table and this huge flame shot out of the lighter. I could hear him puffing and I saw the cherry glow start to form on the end when the flame would go out. He repeated this several times and all I could do was to stare at him and think of that cigar. There was something about it that turn me on so bad. Without really noticing Mr. Terry was reconnecting the leather piece that had been over my mouth with the hose connected to it. I felt pressure against my face as the snaps one by one were secured again. Again, I couldn’t take my eyes off of my daddy. I felt Mr. Terry picking up the rhythm of using my hole and felt him tug on the hose connected to my mouthpiece. Without having to think about it, I raised my hand still grasping the cold brown bottle and handed it in Mr. Terry’s direction. ‘Ready to go under pup?’ I nodded. ‘You going to give him max impact?’ my daddy said Hearing that, I braced myself expecting I was going to be slammed forward hard. ‘Fuck yes, let’s get this kid really flying’ and I heard a new noise, it was like an aerosol spray can hissing. I finally took my eyes off of my daddy and realized Mr. Terry had one of those spray cans I had brought from the rec room at Mr. C’s houses and was spraying it on a rag. Mr. Terry looked at me and said. ‘Lukas, we have a special treat, this is candy in a can. It will smell different and you might not like the smell at first, but similar to the medicine, you will get use to it. Now start breathing, slowly in through your mouth and slowly exhale through your nose. You don’t have to hold it like the medicine. Now enjoy your candy.’ Mr. Terry alternated between the medicine and the candy and I had never felt so awesome. I looked back over to my daddy. I had never seen him smoke before, but he looked so hot. I also looked up at the mirror and saw Mr. Terry fucking me really hard. The sound of him fucking me was intense, it was like wet and sloppy and I think the candy and medicine got to me as I felt a buzz in my head and closed my eyes it again was like I was drifting off to sleep. They sounded far away and I was in my own little private world. I could hear the chains clanking and the grunts getting louder and louder. I was brought back by a huge inhale of cigar smoke filling my lungs. I looked over and saw my daddy breathing into the tube. He took another puff off the cigar and felt another round of smoke invade my lungs. Just then, I heard Mr. Terry say….. ‘Oh my FUUUUCCCCKKKKKKIING GOD, take this load pup’. His whole body was shaking and convulsing as he looked down between my legs in the sling and watched his cock pulsing and empty several volleys of his load into me. I could tell each time more came out as his whole body shuttered and he screamed ‘Fuck yes’, or ‘take me into you’ or ‘you are mine’ or ‘sweet fucking boy pussy’. I exhaled the cigar smoke but I was still high as a kite on the poppers and the candy. I looked at saw my daddy come down and kiss me on the forehead and rub my head through the hood. He whispered in my ear. ‘I am so proud of you son, daddy loves you so much’. I murmured back into my tube, but I am not sure if it was loud enough to be heard, ‘I love you too daddy’.

PART 10 Tom only let me taste him for a minute before pulling me off his cock and helping to lift me off the floor and onto the bed. With a somewhat serious expression on his face he commented “Chris, I swear finding you... a handsome eager young cock worshipper. I can tell how horny you are, it’s so sexy. I want you just as bad. But the first two times, we kind of just rushed and I know you were a little nervous and so I just want to talk for a sec. I want you to really understand something here. When we are in this room, anything you want to say or ask me or want to try, it’s safe for you. Don’t be embarrassed. Explore. I want you too investigate anything that interests you, for example, any of the comments you make while I'm fucking you. Think of this as the room where Chris can let himself be free to explore man sex, in a positive way,with someone that wants to share it with him.” I am not sure I can describe the effect his words had on me. Maybe like a drug? Hypnosis. Tom was a master at this, as I would think about a lot throughout our time together. He was so good at pushing me, making me want to experience more, to want more. Now, he pulled a little closer to me and made eye contact. The way he whispered the following words, last of my will just gone. “I think Chris wants to be a slutty little bottom. Is that what my boy wants?” he spoke. I nodded, but it wasn't enough for Tom. "Chris, I want you to be able to say what you want in here. If you want to suck my cock, say it. If you want your little boy hole licked and sucked on, ask me,” and then he added, “if i’m Inside you and I’m close and you don’t want me to pull out, then tell me. Just let it out. Say it.” I don’t think it’s possible to be harder than I was at that moment. “I want to be your bottom so badly. All the time. I love it when you fuck me. I love it so much,” I replied in a rush, decidedly overwhelmed by the moment. “There’s my sexy boy. My sexy little bottom boy that has the sexiest little hole in the world. Does my sexy boy want his asshole licked?” Tom asked in a firm but gentle voice. A week ago, I would have been totally freaking out if another guy asked me that question. Now, however, for reasons I couldn't articulate, I wasn't disturbed at all, and in fact the question simply drove me to whimper in reply “I need it licked so badly Tom. Please!” Knowing I was coming here, seeing him naked and hard, the room and porn playing, but most of all his words had me just over the edge. He had basically said that we can do anything and I can be as slutty as I want and it was okay. Just express how I felt. What I felt was a hunger so bad it was overwhelming. “Get up on the bed, all fours, with your knees on the edge. Yeah, and press your legs. Show me that hole,” Tom ordered. I could hear him fumble and then I felt him leaning over saying “Here sexy, your own bottle,” as he handed me a little brown bottle, "I want you hitting that bottle hard sexy. Remember what it does to your little hole? How good it felt? How it made it even hungrier?” I immediately uncapped the bottle and took two hits in each nostril. He waited though and watched as the poppers hit and I bucked a little and pushed back hoping for some attention. When none came, I didn’t hesitate. It was almost like I didn’t have a filter. “Tom, lick it. Please lick it. Please lick my asshole,” I moaned. And as I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and his breath in my ass crack, the thought and reality totally hit me, even in my poppered state. I had no control when I was in this room. The need for gay sex controlled me in here. And as his tongue hit my hole, teasing it, I was thinking of two points: first, I would insist Tom cum in my ass, and second, Tom is HIV poz.

After receiving many messages from a negative bottom here on breeding zone, I finally responded, and we began some back and forth pozzing chat. I told him how much I enjoyed fucking a tight hole raw with the sole purpose of knocking-up the bottom. He responded saying how much he wanted to be my bottom pig. After a few months of message exchanges, I told him I was ready for him to follow through, or to quit messaging me. He replied saying he was a four hour trip from my town, and he would plan a trip to my locale, and would get back to me with the details of the trip. Well, a month passed before I heard back from him, and was somewhat surprised when he opened saying he had booked a hotel room nearby for an upcoming weekend. I was skeptical, but just in case I told him to let his beard keep growing and not to let anyone fuck him until after our weekend. The Friday of his projected arrival, I had dinner and just watched some TV, not expecting him until fairly late as he wouldn't even commence his trip until after he got off work. Around 10:30, I got a call from him, letting me know he was at hotel. He sounded nervous, so I reassured him he'd be fine. I got in my truck and drove the 30 minutes to his hotel room. When he opened the door, I was surprised at how sexy he was - at (approximately) 5' 9", beefy with a belly, and a beautiful bushy brown beard growing up onto his chubby cheeks. He invited me in, and I could see how nervous and scared he was, so I gave him a big hug to break the tension. He relaxed, and I pulled his mouth to mine and gave him a deep kiss which lasted nearly a minute. "Damn you're a sexy cub," I told him, and asked where my bourbon was. He quickly grabbed the bottle he brought, and poured us a few drinks. As he did, I removed my shirt and hat, and made myself comfortable on the bed. He joined me, and as we drank he rubbed my belly and tits, and my cock began leaking precum inside my jeans. Once the alcohol was kicking in, I told him to get naked for me, and he quickly did, showing me a sexy cub covered in fur from head to toe. As he stood beside the bed, his 5" cock was arching upwards, oozing clear fluid out the tip. "Get my boots off, boy." I ordered, and lit my pipe. When he was finished, I had him put his head back on my chest and start sucking my nipples. So I'm just leaning back enjoying my pipe as he's working my nipples, and I ask him if he's ready to suck my dirty cock. He nods, and I tell him to remove my jeans and get between my legs. I start stroking my cock, working more precum out, as the cub watches me eagerly. "You sure you want it, boy? You want my cock in your mouth?" I grabbed the back of his head and guided him down on my cock. Seeing his hairy mouth open wide for me just makes me harder. "Suck it slow, boy- remember this first load is for your ass. I've been saving it all week just for your hole." The cub slowed his pace, and, looking down between his legs, I could see his cockhead was a bright red, and it glistened with his own juices. Pulling him off my cock, I positioned him on all fours, along side me, his hole convenient to my position. Gently fondling his balls, I segued to stroking his hole as I finished my pipe. He whimpered in pleasure as, initially, I rested the warm bowl of my pipe against his tight ballsack, only to slide it onto his crack and rest it on his opening. I can see his hole clench. Smacking his ass, I told him "What a good little fucktoy you're being. Put your head on the bed, pig, and keep your ass absolutely still for me." Now milking my cock, I scooped-up some of my precum, rubbing it on his puckered hole. "You like having daddy's tainted cum on your pussy, don't you, boy?" "Yes, sir," he unhesitatingly grunted. Noticing a string of clear cum leaking from his cock, I caught it with my fingers and added to the precum I had earlier applied to his hole. A finger inserted into his hole met resistance, but I keep going, urging "Open up boy. You got some of my precum in you now." He moaned in approval. Repeated I finger-fucked his hole, increasingly roughly, enjoying his moans as my assault intensified, and even more enjoying the tint of red that was showing-up on my fingers. It was time to progress to the next level. Getting to my feet, I had the bottom position his ass at the edge of the bed, which was the perfect position for me to slide my cock up and down his crack, spreading more of my toxic load onto his hole. He held perfectly still, even if breathing hard. Finally I began to work my head a little deeper, urging "Take my poz cock, baby. Open up for Daddy." While I couldn't understand the words he grunted, I could understand his level of excitement: he was actually cumming on the bed, and I wasn't even inside his hole. Naturally I quickly shoved my rock hard seven inches in his ass. He flinched in pain, even perhaps intending to extract himself from my control, but instead I held him still, as I hammer-fucked his ass. "Stop, man, stop," he demanded, but I wasn't about to comply. Without pausing in my thrusts, and as my balls tightened, I snapped "You're taking this load, pig, shut the fuck up!" His moans continued, which added to my perverse pleasure in seeing the streaks of red which alternated with the precum with which my cock was coated. So I fucked him still harder, ever harder until finally my balls erupted, shooting my six-day load deep inside his ass, my cock twitching inside my new pig. Panting hard, I announced "That's it baby. Take your first dirty load. Let it soak in. Let it make you a whore." His head hung low, his body frozen as I finished stroking my final drops of toxic cum into his coated boy cunt. Afterwards my cock plopped out and his hairy hole slowly closed, but not before I saw a little bit of my load leak out - so I scooped it up and pushed it back in. Waste not want no, you know. Lighting my pipe anew, I lay on the bed, ordering the pig to join me, gesturing for him to lay his head on my chest. Some tears ran down his face, and he hugged me for support. "Hush, there, Pig, it will be okay," I cooed, and when he calmed down I guided his mouth to my cock. He knew what to do, and without a word licked my tool and crotch clean. "Look me in the eyes," I ordered, and with my cock still lodged in his mouth, but his eyes were fixated on mine, I took a draw on my pipe, and admonished "Remember the taste of that cock. It's the one that knocked you up." We fell asleep, and twice in the remaining hours of the night I bred him again. In the morning I left for the day, but came back Saturday night and managed to fuck four more loads into him before he left Sunday afternoon. I continued chatting with him online, until finally eight weeks later he messaged me to let me know it took. He was officially knocked up. He let me know it made him hard to think about it, but he was scared and wanted to come visit again. I replied "No. My job is done, pig. You gave me your cunt to fuck and to knock up, and I did that. You're a whore now. Go fuck strangers. Go fuck bookstore trolls and old men. Go share your little bear pussy with anyone who wants it. You're a cumdump now. I prefer negative boys." He deleted his account the next day. NEXT!

Great start ...my horned imagination is running wild already Something about about fit horny swimmers and their teams ;)) and their Coach;)

Had a great time at the Black Party with my brother.

Epic! can't wait to read more.

PART 7 My lips wasted no time latching onto his cock head, trying to pull more and more of his rod into my mouth. As I worshiped his shaft with my mouth and tongue, he spoke to me, saying “Yeah baby, it’s all yours. Just like that. Give in, sexy. We both know you need my cock.” His advice was driving me crazy, especially as he segued to saying “Feel how hard you have me? We both know why you want me so hard, don’t we? 'Cause your little hole needs my cock, doesn't it?” I found my gaze fixed on his eyes, even as my mouth was stuffed with dick and, if truth be told, my eyes were watering as a consequence of being choked by his cock. However, he wasn't disconcerted, but rather smiled and nodded in approval, stroking the side of my face as I continued to suck his dick like life itself depended on it. And on he whispered, “God that feels so good. My sexy little cocksucker, such an eager boy. So hungry for a man’s cock. But I know what Chris is really hungry for. And I don’t think he can hold much longer. Is my sexy boy ready to get fucked?” I finally released his cock from my mouth, only to gasp, “ Yes , yes.” With that admission he pulled me up, positioned me on my back, my ass aligned with the edge of the bed. Without being asked, I pulled my knees up, exposing my young inexperienced hole. Was I thinking about HIV? Yeah I was. But I was doing it anyway. For Tom, it was worth the risk. At least, my cock drunk mind was able to say that at the moment, as I was writhing and grunting as he was lubing my hole and sliding his finger into me. And now out came his mysterious brown bottle. “Four deep hits in each side, sex. Do it,” he ordered. I complied, remembering what this stuff had done to me when I last used it. And, a few seconds later I found myself pushing my hole out and thrusting my hips backwards, trying desperately to snare Tom's huge cock - so close and yet not close enough. I needed it. “Please!,” I was able to get out in a gasp. “Four more, each side,” he ordered again, even though I was flying still. Still I complied with Tom's order with the result I lost all control and now begged “Please, please put it in me. Please Tom fuck me!” “What about my cum sexy? You want me to fuck you 'til I cum in you?" Tom whispered in the sexiest voice I had ever heard. And I was flying. And I did. I adamantly wanted, no, needed his cum. And I wanted to make him happy. “Fucking cum in me, fill me up,” I moaned. With that Tom slowly slid into me, the poppers helping me in taking his huge cock, my ring popping open as I accommodated Tom’s raw cock. “This is the best hole, baby. Fuck, your hole is gripping my cock and pulling me into you. Feels so good,” he moaned. As he worked in and out, I could feel him working deeper to open-up my hole up. He leaned down to kiss me and I eagerly returned the kiss, my arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer. “Feels so good, feels so good. Big fucking cock, so good,” I was babbling, completely lost now in the fuck. “Getting close. Gonna cum. You know I ain’t wearing a rubber. Ready for this load? Want that cum up in you?” he whispered. At that moment, nothing else mattered by his cock and my hole. It felt so good. Tom was fucking me deep and hard. “Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me,” was all I could say over and over. Tom’s strokes became erratic and then he almost shouted, “Take that fucking load boy. Feel that cum fill you up.” I held him in my embrace ever tighter, my mind solely focused on the thought my hole had pleasured Tom so much he was made to cum. This time, it took a few more seconds for the guilt to rush back. And he was still in me. And it felt so good. But it was so wrong. But why wasn’t I pushing him off? And then I realized I had cum. Again, it had happened. My focus was so on the pleasure of my hole, my cock hadn’t mattered. As the seconds passed and his cock softened and flopped out of my hole, I was back and forth, loving the moment and feeling so bad for loving it. Tom had HIV and now he had fucked me twice. This guy was so hot that I no longer cared if I contracted HIV. What was I gonna do?

I could feel his strong grip holding my waist pulling me back on the growing bulge in his jeans he was grinding into me telling me i was gonna fuckin pay for my tow with my fuckin pussy! His weight pushed me flat on the bed as he reached up and shoved his fingers in my mouth getting em wet as he wrapped his other arm tight around my neck.... he took his wet fingers from my mouth and quickly shoved all 3 under my skirt and into my smooth tight hole. Squeezing my neck tighter with his arm he made me look in his eyes in the mirror as he rough fucked my pussy with his thick fingers opening me up.... he pulled em out of me and i heard the zipper on his jeans for the 2nd time tonight and felt his rock hard cock between my thighs.... his fingers went back inside me, still looking in my eyes, his breath on my neck, he said your gonna spread ur whore legs and not say another fuckin word to me till im done with you bitch! Im gonna show u exactly why my wife left me! Before i knew what he was doing he grabbed my wrist and put me on my back pulling my head off the end of the bed where he stood, slapped my lips with his rock hard cock tellin me to open my fuckin mouth and he went balls deep in my throat.... as he slammed my throat he told me 3 weeks ago he came home after a few drinks with his buddies and needed to pound some pussy and his bitch wife told him she was tired and to go away.... he told her either she can get up and be the whore he slams or he is gonna walk out the fuckin door N drag the 1st whore he finds whos out workin down an alley and pay to rape the bitch full of cum.... he said she told him to fuck off so he walked out, found a whore N sent his wife a video of him pounding this slut in an alley behind a dumpster!! He turned the video on for me to hear and said he was gonna see who screams louder as he shoved me face down again... his knees pushed my legs apart and he pushed my leather skirt up, he told me not to fuckin move as he got up.... i could hear him kickin his boots off N his jeans drop as he climbed back behind me N shoved his fingers in me again quickly shoving 2 tina rocks inside me then slamming em deep in my pussy with his raw uncut dick as i felt em start to burn! He held me by the neck N told me to fuckin look at him when he is inside me.... i watched in the mirror as he started slamming into me over N over just like he was doing to the whore in the alley still playing on his phone. He looked in my eyes in the mirror while he held me down N used me for almost an hour like that before he put me on my back, he leaned down to my face and i thought this fuckin alpha bull was gonna kiss me but he just looked at me, spit in my face and told me to spread my fuckin legs like a whore and he will flood my pussy like one!! I was totally fucked up from the tina and kept rubbing his tatted chest and arms while he brutally slammed me until he held my wrists down telling me to quit fuckin touching him! He spit in my face again and told me what a fuckin stupid faggot i was, that there was nothing wrong with my car but as soon as he saw the cumslut outfit i had on he knew he was gonna get me fucked up and have a whore he could rape all fuckin night!! He kept slapping me and sayin to Beg for my fuckin cum u nasty bitch.... bout to flood ur pussy u fuckin cumdump slut!! He was so fuckin deep inside me blowing his seed in me and slowly fuckin my cum filled pussy when we heard his buddy pull up in another truck and he told me to fuckin turn over bitch, he threw a blanket over my head N told me not to fuckin move, he said ur gonna lay there with ur cum filled pussy dripping my seed and im gonna watch my buddy climb in ur bed and fuckin rape u whore!! He is gonna hate fuck u full of cum bitch and ur never gonna see whos load ur takin!!

Part 1 Yeah, I knew I was gay. I was only 18, and still in high school, but I had fooled around with a few guys. This was early 1990’s. My experiences had been quick and anonymous at the adult bookstore. The first couple times I just let a guy suck me in the video booths, but after several sessions I also found myself on my knees, blowing guys. I had gotten fucked exactly twice and both times it had hurt and both sessions were totally safe as both guys used a condom. I was, at that time, the total surfer twink, at 5’ 10” and 170 pounds, dark blonde hair and surfer tan. I was also totally not out. And still coming to terms with the fact that I not only liked guys, but that I was definitely more interested in the pleasing side of things versus sitting back and being pleased. But the bookstore was really hit and miss, and I was somewhat picky. My usual target was white guys in their late 30’s or 40’s. And that was really all I liked. Guys my age didn’t interest me really. So there I was, 18 and about to graduate high school and sneaking off to the adult bookstore when I just couldn’t take it anymore and either getting sucked or sucking guys. And I could still count my gay sex experiences with both hands at that point. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mom, who by then was either at work or at her boyfriends place. I had a lot of time to myself. We lived in a big apartment complex and I had to walk past a couple of buildings to get to our place from the parking lot. It was during one of those walks from the parking lot that spring of my senior year that I met Tom. I had kind of noticed him, even though he was pretty new to the complex. One, I had to walk past his patio and front door and two, Tom was hot. He was maybe 40 (turned out to be 44) and tall, 6’ 2”, but he was thin. I doubt he weighed more than me at 170. His hair was graying and cut very short. Our neighborhood was not gay Mecca, so I figured he was straight, probably some guy getting divorced. Anyways, I was waking up the path after getting off of my after school job and it was just getting dark. I knew my mom wouldn’t be home, but that was fine and I was used to making myself dinner. I saw him ahead of time on his patio so I wasn’t spooked, but I was surprised when he raised a hand and called out "Hey there, neighbor. I was standing here hoping a young strong guy would walk by." Slightly unsure how to respond I gave a light laugh, whereupon he continued "My name is Tom. I just moved in here a few weeks ago and I bought a new TV and need to move the old one upstairs but it’s really a two man job. Any chance I could talk you into giving me a hand?” Like I said, I already thought the guy was hot and, well, he was wearing a rather revealing a v neck t-shirt and gym shorts. Besides, it just seemed polite to help so I finally replied "Hi nice to meet you Tom. I’m Chris. I just live down the way, and yeah, I can help.” Smiling, he replied "Great, thanks. Come around the front door and I’ll let you in.” I walked in and my naive gaydar went off a little, but then I asked myself 'What do you know?' What was clear, however, is that the house was far from being slobbish. His furniture was tasteful and several cool, well-mounted, framed black and white photos hung on the walls. The TV of which Tom had spoken was prominently located in the living room, positioned on the floor. The new TV was in the prime position on Tom's entertainment center. “I really appreciate this. I just want to get it into my play... into the other bedroom, the first one at the top.” Most of the units in our development were the say layout, so I knew the room of which he was speaking was, in my house, my bedroom, so I knew what to expect. Tom led the way, hefting up his end of the TV, and I took-up my end, and we rather clumsily made our way up the staircase. As we began the turn into the bedroom doorway Tom grunted "Let's put it on the long desk up against the wall, ok?” It wasn’t til we set it down that I looked around and realized the purpose of the room, and why Tom had initially begun to use the word 'playroom' in identifying the room. Now, my experiences might have been slight, and I had certainly never been in a room built just for sex, but I was in one now. A bed on one wall, with the big desk which contained a TV, a DVD player, and a VCR on the opposing wall. The third wall was all mirror closets. And in the corner was something that took a naive 18 year old a second to figure out: a sling. In the most remote corner I couldn't help but notice a camcorder on a tripod. I think he noticed my shock and offered a light joke "Well, doesn’t everyone have a sex room?” He paused and then added more quietly, “Well, every gay man anyway.” He stared right at me when he said that. And while I was 95 percent sure before he said that, I knew now I was standing in Tom’s gay sex room. “Do you like it?” he asked. My heart was beating 1000 miles an hour when I replied "I like it a lot.” He looked at me a long time. “Chris right? Chris, how um, how old are you?” “I just turned 18 in January,” I replied. This was totally different than a two minute blowjob in the dark. This guy was my neighbor. “Chris, I’m not the only gay man in the room right now am I?" he asked quietly. I shook my head. "I was just gonna make sure the TV works right. Want to watch a video with me?” I again just nodded. “One thing though, one of the few rules of my room, clothes are definitely not allowed.” With that he stripped down. Holy shit. He was naked in front of me, and half hard. And his cock was amazing. I nervously stripped down. I was hard as a rock and tried to hide it. He patted the bed and motioned me to sit. “Don’t ever hide that from me here Chris. This is a place where we celebrate man sex.” He grabbed a remote and hit play and settled back onto the bed next to me. I couldn’t help staring at him and he seemed to want me to. I was so nervous still but could feel myself starting to lose control. The nerves were fading into want. I had never been in a guy's place before like this and had never had sex outside the bookstores, where it was all about rushing through as quickly as one could. Tom seemed in no hurry. As I watched him wrap his hand around his thick cock and slowly stroke himself, I thought 'Whatever happens will be fine and it’s nothing you haven’t done before at the bookstore'. I had no idea. I was 18. No one had shown me yet. Tom would. I just didn’t know it yet.

fuuuuuuk me up! tight neg hole needs some poz seed. no mercy

Hi Anthony, you are always so kind. Woof and hopefully I will get a new chapter done on my flight tomorrow.

Drinking alone this Saturday afternoon. Damn I'd love an negative ass to fill with piss to clean it out good, then spend the rest of evening rawdogging his cunt til he was my newest poz cub. And more drinking too, cuz I love to fuck when I'm drunk even if I do get mean as fuck and use my belt freely. Lol. Fuck em they love it. A few marks after I fuck is the least of their worries. Happy fucking Saturday my fellow pigs.

Spent last night with a cub I pozzed last summer. He was 25 then, and after lots of chat and planning, I spent a weekend fucking his negative cunt til it wasn't anymore . Anyways, his visit was our first time seeing each other since I knocked him up, and he was even sexier now. His beard was fuller, he'd put on about 25 more pounds (which we both wanted him to do) and just as I had told him, he had gotten a biohazard tattoo right above his cock. It was obscured by his bush, but still very noticeable. We had a quick dinner, then got down to fucking. I bred his hairy hole first, then he wanted to share his dirty load with Dad, so he gave me a good fucking with his 6" cub cock. I loved looking up at my dirty boy's face as he fucked me, determined to shoot his poz load in my ass. He was sexy as fuck and I couldn't have been more proud of him. He left this morning, as he had to get on his way to relative's house, but he sucked my cock before he left and thanked me for being his poz daddy.

Mr.Jackson says we will be drug-free until this boy is converted as he has big plans for him. My brother and I will not be in chastity during that time as Mr.Jackson wants our dicks hard and ready to drop 3-4 loads from us in his hole. Wile, we spend 6 hours in the Meth Lab making Tina Mr.Jackson spend time working with this boy, so when we get out of from work we have a nice sloppy hole to fuck. As the days go by the boy is becoming a real slut who is now begging for Tina as his hole is getting closer to becoming a boy cunt. My brother and I both enjoy being out of chastity as we get to fuck this boy as much as we can. He spends about 18 hours a day being fuck and the other 6 he is so ramp up from the drugs he is not sleeping much so this is helping his body break down so his resistant to our POZ loads will help him convert so Mr.Jackson plan will happen.About 30 days after the boy arrived he not has a bad case of the fucking flu and you can the effects of constantly being on Tina has done to his body. He has lost 25LBS. lost some muscle mass with his bones now showing. Mr.Jackson is very happy and now want the boy to get back his health while his VL goes up. Mr.Jackson puts the 3 of us in chastity so we don't waste any of our Toxic loads on each other but he keeps us loaded up with his and to get our holes in shape for whatever his plans are. We now have a giant supply of fresh Tina that has to be delivered but it's to a new address that will be Mr.Jackson new wholesaler and he wants to give him the boy as a present. The boy is drugged up so he will be easy to handle and Mr.Jackson says to us that what Mr.Smith wants just do it and have fun if you can.It is a long drive and we have never been around this very large town so we stop many times to get directions we get to this big warehouse we honk the horn like we were told. The door opens up we pull in and at first, we thought it was the police as everyone has guns but its Mr.Smith security. We get out of the truck and are escorted to a van and told to get in as we are not handcuffed and blindfolded. The ride does not take long as when the 3 of us get out we are in basement taken to an elevator when the door opens up we see a place that is fit for a kind. Mr.Smith is dress in full leather and on either side of him are 2 boys with just a jock strap leather collar with a chain hanging from is.The handcuffs are taken off and Mr.Smith says boys get comfortable as you will be here a while. His 2 boys have their eyeballs on me and my brother and are rapping us, the other boy is taken away and put in another room and in a few minutes we hear him screaming with no reaction from Mr.Smith but his boys are smiling like they know what is going on. Mr.Smith says you boys want to party with us that is like asking someone if they want the winning numbers for the lottery, we see the bags of Blue Tea and Mr.Smith says I guess you boys made this and winks at us as I see the flash of blood in the syringe and then the rush of it and yes we made this Tina. His 2 boys come to me and my brother and start to kiss us as they remove our clothes as I grab there dick they are very well hung with a P.A. and other piercing on the shaft of their dick. Soon I'm sucking that beautiful dick as I see Mr.Smith face buried in my brother ass and In the background, I can hear the boy screaming and in some ways that is music to my ears. Let me know how its going and I will post more, as I will be away this weekend for the NYC Black Party.

PART 8 I caught my breath and leaned up to a sitting position, as he climbed off me. The panic was setting in, but it wasn’t quite as bad. I had known. And I had done it anyways. I think it was guilt more than panic maybe. This guy had HIV! And now twice somehow I had given in and risked my life for his cock. That realization hit me like a freight train. Rising slowly on somewhat shaky legs, I quietly dressed, although even then I couldn’t help but staring at Tom. I had to admit, he was like my perfect idea of a man. Just looking at him flustered me. And factor into the equation his huge cock. His truly magnificent cut cock that got so hard and leaked so much precum. With all that precum, I knew he must shoot a lot of cum. That thought had both frightened me and made me cum many times in the last week. God, he was just so hot. Looking at him, no wonder I felt so powerless to stop doing what we had done now twice. And he liked me. He had even said I had the best hole ever. I wanted to be his best hole, this sexy older guy who was all but old enough to be my Dad. Tom hadn’t spoken and stood there with a bemused smile, as I stared at him. Finally he broke the silence, commenting "I'm flattered you can’t stop staring at me, Chris. I like it a lot. Just as I like you a lot.” My reply "I really like you too," was spontaneous. I was going deeper into my guilt and shame mode and trying to leave, but his naked body kept pulling me back into lust territory. The back and forth was hard to take, to be honest. Feeling guilty for wanting something you like so much. Because I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. “Tomorrow is Saturday. I think my sexy boy should go get a good night's sleep and come back tomorrow morning. Tonight I just had to have you right away, but tomorrow we could take our time. I have things to show you still, Chris. Things that will make you feel so good. Come over at around 11:00 A.M., okay?” I don’t know if he saw it right away or my silence was his tip or the look on my face, but I was so torn. The idea of saying yes seemed crazy. The idea of saying no left me wondering if I even could. He came closer and began to whisper, “I can see my sexy boy is worried. I hate to see you worry about doing what you were meant to do. Just doing what feels right for YOU. When I am inside you and it’s just my skin against yours, it feels so special. And when I cum....” He didn’t finish, he didn’t have to. We both knew what his cum meant, what me taking it represented. The bond of taking him like that, it was powerful. I was so wrapped up in a million swirling thoughts that when my lips moved, it took me a second to catch up. “I’ll... I’ll be here in the morning,” I said quietly. He smiled and walked me out of our playroom as he called it, and down the stairs to the door. Just before I grabbed the knob of the front door, he spun me around and kissed me deeply. “My sexy little boy. My super sexy little bottom boy. I’m going to show you so many things. I want to be your teacher so badly.” Oh my god. I was hard again. The kiss, his words, the passion he felt towards having sex with me. I wanted to be his student. I knew it was wrong, that I should be running. But what we had done already was the best feeling I had ever had, and left me feeling both the sexiest the most hungry for cock I had ever felt. He inspired such a need. And there he was, so good at making me just want him. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” I blurted. His smile grew. “Get some sleep. I want you ready to go tomorrow. I can’t wait to taste that’s boy hole again,” he whispered as I walked out the door. “Thanks,” I said. He looked at me and cocked his head, “For what, sexy?” he asked. “For... for fucking me like that again. It feels so good without a condom. I just never knew it could feel so good.” “Oh Chris, we haven’t even begun. And I love you love it so much. And you are definitely getting more in just a few hours aren’t you?” he said in a low voice. Again, the most enthusiastic nodding of my life. What the hell was i doing, I thought as I walked back to my apartment. I knew I could sneak in without having to talk to my mom, which was good since I had had rock hard boner since my little door talk with Tom. And besides, a million thoughts were swirling in my brain, most of them were of guilt. And some were of the variety 'What the hell are you doing?'. The word HIV floated around and around. I was scared and guilty and confused. And horny. As I stripped off and got in my bed, I had no desire to wash away the sex. My finger went to my hole and rubbed and fingered my cummy, used hole. As I stroked myself, the only thought that mattered was the idea of Tom's cock pulsing and throbbing as it shot rope after rope of sperm into my guts. As my mind envisioned Tom blowing his load in my ass I shot a load all over myself. I drifted off to sleep a cummy, confused mess, but knowing also that I wasn’t chickening out. I was going back in the morning.

Thanks. That chapter only has 6 likes/upvotes so far so either not many liked it or people are bored with the story. We'll see how the next couple chapters fare... ------------------- Part 53 - New Years Party 4 Kyle walked into the apartment and saw Raphi slowly getting out of the sling, trying not to slip and land on his well loaded ass. Vince was on his knees on the couch getting fucked by Eric and Kai was eyeing the sling. “How many loads?” Kyle asked Raphi and Kai. “Seven, so far” Raphi said as Kai grumbled. “Only five” Kai said, laying back in the sling. Kyle walked up to Kai and pushed his pants down, freeing his stiff cock. Kai laid back and hooked his feet in the straps, like he had done countless times before and offered his ass to Kyle. Kyle shoved his cock into Kai’s puffy, cum filled hole and felt Kai clamp down as soon as he was all the way in. “Ready for more charged seed?” Kyle said. “Fuck yeah! Give it to me” barked Kai. Kyle pulled his cock back half way and slammed in, pushing Kai back off. Grabbing the chains, Kyle stopped his movement just after Kyle’s cock came out of his hole. Tugging on the chains, Kyle’s cock drove back in until Kai’s body slammed back into Kyle. Thrusting again and starting the pattern again, Kyle pounded Kai roughly. The groans from Kai told everyone that this was not a gentle fuck. The jangling of chains, the grunts, the groans, and the sounds of a cock fucking a cum filled hole drowned out the sounds of Eric fucking Vince. With a loud growl, Kyle emptied his balls into Kai’s fertile hole and mixing with the other toxic loads inside. Raphi was stroking his cock as he watched Kyle fuck Kai. When Kyle pulled out, Raphi moved in and asked “Do you want my neg load?” “Sure. Give your cock a poz cum bath” Kai said. Raphi drove his cock into Kai’s hole and stood there, with his cock all the way in. He had never fucked a cum filled hole before and the feeling was amazing. “Oh fuck” Raphi repeated for several seconds and then started to fuck Kai’s pussy hard. Stu walked up behind Raphi and tweaked his nipples while encouraging him to shoot his useless seed into Kai’s hole. Stu’s cock pressed into Raphi’s hole and soon Raphi was fucking himself on Stu’s shaft or into Kai’s ass. He only lasted a few minutes like that until Raphi’s cock erupted pumping one of his last neg loads into Kai. The orgasm milked another load out of Stu’s cock and added to the cream filling up Raphi. The door opened and in walked Paul, laughing at the sight of the orgy. “Where the fuck have you been?” asked Eric. “Out with a client, but he’s in bed now and I need to bust a load or two. I figured this would be a good place to find some hungry ass” Paul replied as he quickly took his clothes off. He walked over to the sling and Raphi moved out of the way. “I hope you take charged loads” Paul said, plunging his cock into Kai’s sloppy hole before Kai could answer. “Add your bug to his hole, Paul” Kyle said while walking behind Vince. Kyle slid his cock into Vince’s muscular ass and leaned over, whispering in his ear “You poz or neg?” “Newly poz” Vince replied. “Cool, I hope you bred Kai and Raphi” Kyle said. “Yeah, and the other guy too. I was hoping to get fucked while my balls fill back up” Vince said as he squeezed his pussy tight around Kyle’s cock. Kyle pulled out and slammed back in, feeling the cum inside Vince’s hole. Kyle pounded Vince a few dozen times and then pulled out. He went and grabbed a new shirt and went back downstairs, hearing Paul grunt each time he drilled Kai’s hole. Paul got more vocal and fucked harder and harder into Kai’s hole. Kai worked his hole on Paul’s big cock and then started begging Paul to breed him. Kai was swinging back and forth, getting his hole impaled by Paul’s thrusting shaft. Paul grabbed his legs and forced his throbbing shaft as far inside Kai as he could and felt the spurts of infected seed mix with the other loads inside him. Kai moaned as he felt another charged load pump into his starving hole. As Paul pulled out of Kai’s flooded hole, Raphi was on his knees begging to suck Paul clean. “You should just bend over and use that cum as lube” Eric said. Raphi nodded, stood up and bent over the back of the couch. Paul chuckled and roughly shoved his cock into Raphi’s dripping pussy. Grabbing on to Raphi’s hips, Paul pounded as hard as he could, sometimes bumping into Eric who was back inside Kai’s hole. Eric ravaged Kai just like Paul was doing to Raphi. Dan was next to Eric stroking his cock and Vince was now next to Paul stroking his. Paul slammed in, growled and unloaded his virus tainted seed into Raphi. Hearing Paul breed Raphi gave Eric all the incentive he needed and he dumped a second poz load into Kai. Both Dan and Vince were on the cusp of their orgasms and pushed Paul and Eric out of the way in order to plant their loads inside the bug hungry holes of Kai and Raphi. Everyone caught their breath and Eric went to his bedroom and came out with a pair of butt plugs. He took the larger one and forced it into Kai’s cum soaked hole and then pushed the smaller one into Raphi. “Those plugs have sealed the fate of several neg guys, so I want them back” Eric told them. The guys wiped down with towels and then dressed before heading back down to the party. They had missed hearing the fireworks that went off at midnight, but had made their own anyway. The whole group drank and talked for a while until one by one or two, they headed home. Raphi had drunk a few too many shots at the end of the night and Mark, Eric, Joe and Kyle finally took him up to the apartment and they all soon passed out. Mark and Joe were hoping they had probably brought a few new guys into the brotherhood in addition to having a fucking great time. Only time would tell.

Part 7; It was now about 4am, and I dropped off pretty quickly. I woke at 8am to the boy thrashing about, moaning in his sleep. He was boiling hot, and soaking wet. His body was well and truly fighting my viral GIFT, at the same time accepting it as it invaded his system, developing into his own strain. I woke him up, got up, changed the towel underneath him, made us both a Lemon & Ginger drink, with some Echinacea drops, and got him some more Paracetamol. Temperature time... 38.8c. 'Daddy, I feel fucking dreadful' 'I know. in a few days I promise you'll be feeling much better, now take your Paracetamol, they'll help a bit' I got a bowl of cold water with ice cubes, and with a flannel kept mopping his face and forehead from the sweat, and keeping it cool. Part of me really felt for him. The other part was incredibly turned on knowing that thanks to me he had a new life growing inside of him. After about an hour he seemed to perk up a little bit. I could see it in his face too. I took his temperature again... 38.1. I told him to get on all 4's, taking out his butt plug. 'When I say 'Push' son, push your pussy out, like you need to go to the toilet' 'OK Daddy' 'Push' Nothing came, just a fart. I held my mug under his cunt, and got him to push again. He again farted, but this time pink cum blobbed out. I kept making him do this until I guess there was a few tablespoons worth of toxic cum sitting at the bottom of my mug. During this time, his phone bleeped with a text message. I ordered him to sit up in bed, and tilt his head back to face the ceiling. I slowly poured the 5 loads down his throat. Of course, with his neck tilted back swallowing was more of a struggle, which accentuated his gulping motion, which in turn gave me a semi erection. 'You got a message on your phone' 'Oh yeah' ... He leaned over to grab his phone, read the message, and without saying a word handed me the phone. The message was from the clinic from a few weeks ago when I made him get tested. It simply read... 'Your test is Negative' ... Fuck, a surge went straight to my Dick and I was now super solid! I turned to him and said... 'Not anymore boy'. I flipped him back on all 4's, commanding him to hold onto the headboard. 'Arch out your ASS boy'. The contrast of that text message, and what was happening inside him sent my inner depravity wild. I drove into him, no lube, no spit, nothing. No slowly building up, just a quick hot fuck, slapping his pert backside. I really dug my grip into his hips as I quickly got close... 'You are a Nasty Fucking Pig' 'Yes Daddy, fuck me with your Poz cum, give it to me' 'Yeah, you are my dirty greedy Poz Pig' 'Breed me Dad. Cum in me, PLEASE'. I grunted, spewing another toxic load deep in his guts! We lay down into spoon position, and I slid back inside, slowly rocking. I rocked us back to sleep, inside his cunt!

PART 5 Everything went into overdrive and I felt a surge of lust go through me like I had never experienced. And my was throbbing yes, but my hole was spasming and just felt so, so... hungry. Tom looked down at me, “You like poppers Chris?” “Fuck this is so... oh my god,” was all I could get out. “You should see the way your hole is just going crazy. It looks so sexy convulsing like that," he remarked with a smile. “Please lick it again. I want to feel it so bad. My butt, it’s just, holy shit, I never felt like this before,” I sputtered. My entire focus seemed to be on my hole. I knew my dick was hard, but I didn’t care. I just needed his attention on my hole again. “Chris, I can’t lick it now, I put that lube on and it doesn’t taste that good.” He edged closer to me and handed me the bottle again. I automatically did two deep breaths in each nostril. I was just flying now. And he came in and pointed his rock hard cock, with precum dripping from its head, and slowly began rubbing my exposed hole with his cockhead. And oh fuck it felt good. I ground my ass against his cock, bucking and teasing, but he just teased back. He was so good at it, driving me further and further over the edge. The thought that he didn’t have a condom on registered but he wasn’t fucking me, so I dismissed it immediately. Besides, it felt so fucking good. He seemed to sense when the poppers started to fade and urged me on again. “Three hits, Chris. Three hits in each nostril. Or else, no more hole-rubbing,” he whispered. I wasted no time hitting each nostril with three deep pulls from my new friend, this little brown bottle. He went back to work teasing my hole as I writhed and tried to stay still, when it felt so good that I just wanted more. He was so subtle that I barely felt him increasing the pressure against my hole. And his teasing got more pronounced,as he focused on the center of my hole. Slowly and surely, he increased the pressure and it was now impossible to deny the gentle burrowing of his cock. But it was okay. He wasn’t fucking me. My breath was coming out in sharp gasps by now and it all felt so good. When he said “Four times, Chris. Four big hits on each side. Do it. Do it my sexy little boy,” I immediately complied. And I was already so spun. And those last hits broke my final will. I didn’t even realize it had happened til after it had happened. It was like my body made the decision for me. About thirty seconds after those four hits on each side, with his firm pressure against my hole and his cock already burrowing into my opening, I literally heaved myself up and impaled myself onto his cock. The head popped through my ring and two inches of hard raw shaft followed. He held me firm. I didn’t take anymore cock in me, but he wasnt gonna let me back off either. I half screamed and half moaned. The burn of pain in my ass subsiding already. “There’s my little bottom boy. I knew you’d show yourself. Such a tight hole. A hungry tight hole,” he whispered. And he was now working more of his cock in, pushing me to take it but not trying to hurt me. “Hit the bottle again sexy. Hit those poppers and let that little hole relax,” he murmurred. I know I did hit the poppers over and over,but lost count of how much each time. And by now there was zero denying that he was fucking me. His cock was sliding in and out and he worked it deeper and deeper. Nothing had ever felt this good. Then I remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Tom, what about, what about condoms?” I got out between gasps. “I don’t have any sexy. Besides it feels so good like this. Skin to skin,” was his reply. And it did feel so good. And he was going even deeper and fucking me more aggressively and the poppers... I lost it. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Feels so good. So good. Big fucking cock so good,” I babbled. And then he was whispering in my ear, “Your hole is so hungry I can feel it, like you are pulling me inside you. I’m almost balls deep. You know what’s gonna happen when I am buried all the way inside you? I’m gonna cum. Deep up in you. And you are gonna let me aren’t you?” I was grunting and gave no sign of discouragement, but that wasn’t enough. He continued, “ Say it. Say it’s okay for me to cum inside you. I’m not gonna let you have it if you don’t ask for it.” I didn’t even think about it. I was facing a primal need that immediately rendered my decision. “Cum in me, Tom, I want you. Give my your load inside my ass," I managed to get out as he was so close to bottoming out in me. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I'm so close so close to filling your hole up with cum. Take it. Take that big dick. Earn that cum load,” he whispered. With a last hit if poppers, I finally blossomed and he sank that last bit into my boy hole. It hurt in that good way that instantly made me want to feel again again. He was delivering short hard strokes with the result he was balls-deep in my ass. "Oh fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you. Gonna fucking cum. Fucking fill you up. Yeah yeah FUCK YEAH, take that fucking load. Take that fucking hot cum. Oh, fuck,” he groaned in a deep voice. “Oh god. Oh god,” was all I could get out. Over and over. In the back of my brain I realized my torso was dripping with cum - a load I had blown, but which I somehow hadn't realized when I was actually cumming. The feeling of my hole being fucked so deeply had overwhelmed my orgasm. My cock hadn’t mattered compared to the ecstasy of my asshole. “Please stay in me,” I whispered. He looked down at me and announced "You are the sexiest boy I have ever fucked. I swear your hole NEEDED dick. And cum. It needed that too didn’t it sexy boy?” A s I started to come down, the alarms went off in my head. Holy fuck, this guy came in me. And it felt like he came a lot too. I had no idea if he was safe or anything. I slowly backed off his cock, which fell out of my hole with a plop. I was losing that fuck high quickly. How could I have lost control like this? Because he was so fucking sexy, I answered myself. And those poppers. It made me feel like I had to have his dick in me. My body needed it so bad it override my brain. I started to back off him and got up on very very shaky legs to find my clothes. I was a little embarrassed now that I had acted slutty and lost control and I had even asked him to cum in me. I asked him too! Apparently Tom could sense my developing freak and reassured me, “ Hey sexy, I know that was a lot at once. I am so happy I met you though. You are so hot. And I would love to do this again and again. It can be our secret, if you want. But I hope you want more. And the look in your eyes says you do.” By now I had my shorts and shirt on. I knew I had to ask. And I was so scared as I quietly asked “Tom, are you... are you safe?” He looked at me and patted the bed to sit down next to him, asking with a slight smile "Safe? What does that mean? Was I gentle not to hurt you? If that’s what you mean, yes. Or do you mean something else?” He was gonna make me say it. "Meaning HIV," came my whispered reply. “Chris, I want you to think about what we just did. Think about how much you liked it. How badly YOU wanted it to happen. How it just got better and better. Like you always dreamed man sex could be. And I have more to show you and more to share. And you will be back. Maybe in a day. Or a week. Or two. But you are gonna come back here for more man sex with me. And it’s going to be raw like now. And you will ask me to cum in you again. You will even beg. And to answer your question, yes I am HIV positive. And yes, you took a huge load of my cum.” His gentle smile never faded. I don’t remember my reply. It was all about getting out at that moment. I am sure I said goodbye as I left as quickly as I could. I stumbled on still rubbery legs to my place, extremely aware of the wetness in my hole and asscrack. His semen was slowly leaking out of me. I shut the door behind me and locked it, made it to my room and fell on my bed. My head was spinning. HIV positive cum was inside my ass. What was I gonna do? And then his speech at the end. As if I'd ever do that again! But as my thoughts continued to unfold for every ten fearful 'Oh fucks!', there was a long thought of the knowledge I had just had sex that was so amazing I didn’t even think it was possible. But there was no way I was ever doing it again. No way.

PART 4 ”You have my cock so hard Chris. Such an eager little cocksucker. Yeah, lick that precum. It’s all for you sexy boy,” Tom murmurred encouragingly. Maybe a few times the thought 'Oh, fuck, this guy is my neighbor' crosed my mind, but I certainly didn't dwell on any issues: it was all happening very, vast, fast, an besides, indisputably, I loved being on my knees, worshiping his beautiful man cock. It had such a perfect mushroom head, full and pronounced. It felt perfect inside my mouth, resting on my tongue. And that long thick veiny shaft, with just the slightest barely there upward curve felt like hot steel. His massive balls that I couldn’t quite fit into my mouth in a nice tight sack. I just wanted it more and more. I was losing control. Trying to suck it all into my throat and gagging. Finally, Tom pulled me off his cock. I looked up worried I wasn’t pleasing him. I think he sensed my concern and reassured me saying "That feels almost too good sexy boy, and we are just getting started. I’m not ready to let you make me cum yet. Right now I need to more of you. Get up and go over to and stand facing the desk and spread your legs a little. God, that ass is so beautiful. Such a perfect boy butt. Now, bend over and grab the desk. I just want to see what it looks... oh what an amazing hole. You have the most perfect asshole, Chris.” This entire time I was following orders, and apparently I enjoyed my role as my cock was rock hard and throbbing. Yeah, I loved hearing how much he liked me. A super hot man with a huge cock thought I was sexy and had a great ass. Breaking me out of my thoughts, he spoke again, “ Chris, what’s on your mind? Is there something else you want to try now maybe?” I was a little shy, but it felt safe to admit to Tom "That thing you said where you licked a guys butt. Is that... did you want to maybe try that with me?” I've gotta admit, even horny out of my mind, I was blushing. Fortunately Tom was very, very smooth: “You have no idea how bad I want to kiss and lick your boy hole, Chris. Here come over and lie on the bed and pull your knees up. Yeah like that, so I can see that little hole. It’s so pretty. I swear it’s like it’s asking me to play with it and make it feel good. Do you want that Chris, to have me make your boy hole feel good?” Laying on the edge of the bed, my knees pulled up, practically able to feel his breath on my hole, I lost and begged a little for the first time. “Please, Tom, do it. I never wanted to have somebody play with my butt like this before. Please do it. Anything. Your tongue or your fingers even.” His reply was short, “I won’t make you wait. I can see you need it.” And with that he moved in, inhaling the scent of my crack and then slowly teasing my hole. The electric shock of pleasure made me buck. “Oh fuck!” I exclaimed. He was an artist with his mouth and had me squirming and writhing and barely able to breathe. It felt so good. And then when he pushed his tongue and tried to fuck me with it, I just melted completely. “Oh god oh god that feels so good. It feels so fucking good!” I blurted. And then he stopped. His attentions to my ass were a whole new realm of experience, such that I had no idea even existed. I wanted more, most definitely, but was also aware the pleasure Tom was eliciting from my ass took precidence even over my cock. I desperately wanted to experience more of the pleasure he had been giving my young asshole. I needed to feel more. “That hole - damn," Tom remarked, adding "I could eat that asshole every day. Nothing is better than a hot eager boyhole.” I was so happy. He had loved doing it, and apparently wanted to do it every day. I had pleased him. Now he continued, “Look at my cock Chris. Look it’s even harder now. All because of your hole. Your little hole makes me this hard. I really want to try something with you. I think you will really like it. I love it and guys who love having their butts eaten seem to just really LOVE it.” Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a small brown bottle which he offered to me saying "These are called poppers. Have you heard of them?” I just shook my head. He continued explaining "You just sniff it and it’s totally harmless but it just... well I promise you, you will really love it. It will make you even hornier than you are now.” He unscrewed the cap and out the bottle to his nose and held one nostril shut and took a deep breath of the poppers and held it. “See, it’s super safe but.... oh man, fuck yeahhhh,” he moaned as he slowly stroked his giant dick. Handing the bottle to me, Tom provided instructions saying "One more time, one nostril at a time and hold it in. Hold on one sec Chris. I want to watch you take your first sniffs. And I want to just get some of this on me.” He had pulled out some lube and was stroking it onto his cock. He then took a blob and rubbed it onto my hole. I said nothing but definitely noticed that a guy had just put lube on my butt. I wondered if Tom wanted to fuck me. Before I had a chance to think Tom instructed "Okay, Chris, here use that pillow for your neck. Yeah, like that. Now lift those legs up so I can see your hole. Now take two breaths in each nostril just when I tell you to, okay?” I nodded, so horned up and so out of control already with lust. And then he spoke,”Take a nice deep breath and hold it. Okay, again. Now other side deep breath. Hold it. One more time. Hold it.”

PART 2 I had no idea what to do. I was naked, seated on the edge of a stranger's bed, and we were watching a gay porn, a gay porn where a young guy was slobbering all over a guy's cock. My six inch cock was rock hard, but next to me was an almost rock hard man dick. I marveled at how such a thin guy had such a huge fat cock. It had to be at least eight and a half inches. As if sensing it, or maybe he was just staring at me staring at his cock, he commented "I like that you can’t stop looking at my cock. You must be hungry. Have you been with many guys?” I just figured honesty was best and I wasn’t exactly fooling anyone into thinking I was 'Mr. Experience', so I told the truth. "I've..., I've gone to a bookstore a few times and done stuff.” I was super embarrassed to admit it, but he looked at me and smiled, responding "Good for you. Bookstore booths can be hot. Did you just let guys suck you or has Chris learned to get his knees dirty?” "At first, I got sucked but I kind of like, I kind of like to suck more than get sucked.” There, I had admitted it. "And what about fucking? Anyone get that butt yet?” he asked. "I tried it twice. It was good, but it kind of hurts, and well, it seems like... condoms aren’t very slippery it feels like.” He looked at me thoughtfully and asked "So, each of the guys who fucked your ass used a condom? But not when you were sucking, right? I imagine you took each man's load in your mouth, didn’t you?” “I only tried fucking twice and yes, each guy used a condom. And yes, you're also right, when I suck I don’t ever use a condom. Oh, and yeah, the guys always just cum in my mouth. I don’t mind though.” There, I had admitted that too. I liked sucking cock and tasting cum. “Well Chris, I am proud of you for being so open with me and for going out and finding what you like. Do you want to know what I like and what I have done?” I nodded. “I've done most everything, I think, so if you have a question, just ask. But when it comes to fucking and sucking and having man sex, I like it all. But most of the time, I am the one getting sucked more than the one sucking. And most of the time I am the one licking a guy's asshole instead of him licking mine. And I am always the one, these days, that fills a hot manhole instead of having a cock deep up in me. And I have a secret trick for fucking that makes it real slippery and the bottoms always love it. In my book it's the only way to fuck. Can you guess what it is?” I shrugged, having no idea. "Well, let's put it this way: the problem with the way you’ve been fucking is that you used condoms. I never do.”

Part 9 "Travis." Said Blake, his voice shaking. "My best friend. "You fucking disgusting piece of shit. I hope you die!" The slut sobbed as he finished the text, my dick just throbbed. I took the phone and texted back. "Please Travis," I typed and told Blake, "I want you to fuck me soooo bad. I've always dreamt of you raping my ass!" I smiled as I hit send. "Die fag!" He texted back. I had him read the next one. "From Grace, my girlfriend. "WTF?????? You fucking sick perv! Fuck you!" He sobbed harder as I fucked him harder. "From......my dad." Jackpot! He was shaking like a leaf as he read it. "You fucking disgusting, filthy, depraved pervert. You are dead to your family! You sent your mom and sister that sick shit? I want you out of the house now! I don't give a fuck what happens to you! Never speak to us again!" My whore was openly crying as he read that. I just grabbed his hips and pounded him hard. Then I took his phone and texted. "Please daddy. I want you to fuck me. I've dreamt of it my whole life. My big, strong, hairy daddy raping his little boys hole. You can piss up my ass after you dump your cum in me daddy! Please let your friends use me daddy! I'm a dirty, little pig!" I hit send and handed the phone back to the slut. "Father Joe.....my priest." He said quietly. "My dear son. I pray for you." I grabbed the phone and texted. "Father, please fuck me and use me as the cumdump god made me to be. I want your big, holy cock spewing hot cum into my guts. Punish me with a whipping for my sins before you rape me." And so it went. A couple of the guys from the party stopped by to use the whore more. One had a fist in his ass as he read more and more texts telling him what a disgusting worthless fag he was. For every guy, I texted back responses, begging and pleading for nasty sex. Everyone told Blake to fuck off and die. Except for one. Father Joe. He texted back, "Blake. I want to see you. It's important you come by the rectory tonight. 10 pm." I texted back an affirmative. Several men dropped by all day to fuck the young slut. His rosebud just grew more and more. Eventually it was time to go see the priest. I gave Blake a dirty jockstrap to wear, nothing else. We pulled up right at 10 to see a handsome young bearded man outside, waiting. He quickly ushered us into the church through a side door. "You his pimp?" He asked. "Yea." "How much?" He asked, not even paying attention to Blake. "Depends. What u want? You can hurt the bitch." "I saw the video. He said I could whip him." "That was me. But he'll do as he's told. He's high as fuck. Gonna give him another slam, then you can have at it." "I want to hurt him. I want to hear him scream, and beg for mercy." "Since you're a man of the cloth, $100, hurt him all you want, I get to watch." "Deal." The priest led us into the sanctuary where he quickly produced some rope and had the slut tied to the alter, legs spread wide, hole exposed. I gave the boy another large slam and stepped back. Father Joe wasted no time procuring a cat o nine tails. With no warning he let out a primal yell and struck Blake as hard as he could, right on the boys exposed and swollen rosebud. The cumdump screamed as he tried to break out of his bonds, but he was trapped. Father Joe just laid into him, leaving big, angry looking welts all over his back, ass, and thighs. Sweat dripped off his brow as he struck the teen, over and over. Blake just cried and shook, his voice hoarse from screaming. The priest untied Blake, and made him lie on the alter, again tying him down. Then he whipped the front of his sacrificial lamb. His chest, his thighs, his stomach, and especially his cock and balls. Blake was so high and in such pain, that he barely could breath as his cock and balls were whipped almost bloody. Father didn't stop until he was exhausted. Then he untied the broken slut, and swung his legs over the side. The priest then opened his robe, revealing a nice, fat cock. He grabbed the bitch around the throat and rammed his cock in as he choked the beaten down whore. He soon shuddered and bellowed as he dumped yet another load of hot cum into my broken boy. After the priest had finished, he found some old clothes for Blake to wear, to cover his fresh welts. As we drove off, I realized it was only midnight, and we weren't to far from a sleazy bathhouse. I decided a gacked out teenager with a busted open pussy and a body covered in welts was too good not to share at the sauna. My bitch needed more abuse tonight, I decided.

Part 8 Blake was placed on his back, wrists still connected to his collar. The men held his legs wide apart, putting his rosebud on full display. His pussy was a bright red colour, and stuck out about 1/2 inch. Cum oozed out and ran down his pure, white ass, leaving a lovely pink trail. I fingered his bud while he moaned. "Push out!" I ordered. He pushed, causing his rosebud to pulse in and out while gobs of goo filled my hand. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!" He did without hesitation. I slapped a handful of his ass goo onto his tongue while I told him to keep his mouth open and push. More filled my hand and I slapped it onto his face, rubbing it onto his eyes for even more pain. One more handful was rubbed into his hair. "That's how my bitch should be. Filled with and covered with niggah cum! SWALLOW!" He did so like a good slut while I rubbed the prickly bristles of the brush against his inflamed, raw cunt. I pressed harder into his flesh, pushing deeper before dragging it across his exposed intestine. He groaned in pain as he flung his head back and forth, almost crying as I scraped the brush over his torn lips, unable to move as the men held him tight. Soon the brush was coated in a nice, sticky goo. I sprinkled some T on the coffee table and rolled the brush in the powder, covering it. I put the tip against his rosebud as some placed a popper rag over Blake's nose. Then I started pushing. Slowly. Giving it a little twist with each push. And it wasn't a small brush. 3 inches around probably, and very stiff bristles that didn't give as they twisted deeper into the teen. Blake screamed as tears flowed from his eyes. But I did not stop until i had all six inches in his guts. Blake's screams died down to a continual low moan as the brush scraped him deep inside. I ran my finger over the coffee table, getting the rest of the T and rubbed it all over his flaming rose. Then I grabbed the handle and pulled out the hairbrush in one fast tug. Blake screamed like he was possessed as the men held him tight while the sharp bristles inflicted unimaginable pain. As soon as the brush was out, I placed my five fingers in the opening left behind, and pushed my hand in. Blake's pussy was such a torn mess by now, that my large hand slid right in. At least, if there was resistance, I didn't care. In ten seconds, my wrist was covered with a bright, red rose. I pushed deeper, making a fist and punching Blake's prostate. Blake just moaned incoherently as I pushed my fist back and forth inside him. Soon Blake let out a howl and started pissing. I pounded his prostate as piss flowed from his tiny little shriveled up dick. Soon the piss stopped as clear fluid started leaking out of his pathetic cock. As I continued to work his prostate, Blake started fucking back on my arm. "Ah fuck Sir! I'm cumming!" He screamed. I knew he wasn't actually cumming. His drug filled body and my fisting made him feel like he was. He moaned and tried to take more of my arm into him. I laughed as I looked down on him. When he woke up this morning, he could have never in a million years guessed he'd wind up a white boy puppet on a black mans arm. I smiled as I imagined his life. An 18 y/o high school senior, rich, probably popular, maybe has a girlfriend. Now here he was, high as fuck, gangfucked, abused, a cumdump whore to niggahs, riding his new owners arm. I was so fucking turned on knowing how I was destroying little Blakey, that I had to come again. I shoved my cock into my new teen slut, and jerked myself off inside him as he cried in pain. I pulled out of him and turned him over to the men. I knew most of them would cum again. I turned around as Blake had his nose buried in a dude's pubes as another guy punch fucked his ever increasing rosebud. I just let the men have their fun as I poured a nice cognac and lit one of Daddy's cigars. I grabbed Blake's phone, and the stupid fucking fag didn't even have a lock on it. I perused his contacts. Yup, girlfriend, lol. Lots of friends. Several different group lists, handy. Even a Father someone. So Blake is a Catholic boy? Sweet. I put his phone down, and picked up mine. Guys had sent me the vids they took so far tonight. I had great fun over the next couple of hours as I edited a really filthy video of my whore. My favourite was when I was fucking him and he was looking right into the phone, begging and moaning like a depraved fag. When I was happy, I sent the video to basically EVERYONE in his phone, along with a written confession. It was only a matter of minutes before replys started coming in. I wanted to save them for later. Eventually the sun started coming up, and Blake was still taking cock. He was moaning as he laid, barely moving on a guy as he was getting double fucked again. After they came in the boy, I had to break up the party. I new better than to spend more time at the house. I told the guys to come over to my place later if they still want to fuck my new meth slut. I tied Blake up after the men left, so I could steal some shit. I emptied out Blake's closet. Lots of nice clothes and shoes. I found $5000 in cash, but not much else. I didn't want to steal enough they actually call the cops, just to think their niggah loving faggot son took it. I loaded up Blake's car, a sweet mustang, put the naked boy in the trunk, and took off. I wanted to unload my shit in a hurry, so I sold the clothes in one lump, and took the car to a chop shop, but not before I had locked Blake in the trunk of my car. Back at my place, I snuck a naked Blake up the back stairs. He walked in pain as i had a huge plug up his hole. I lived in a shithole place, but it served its purpose. I could split fast if I needed to. It was a one bedroom, and all I had was a t.v. and a couple of chairs in the living room, and a nasty, stained mattress on the floor of my bedroom, with a desk, chair and light. I took a chain and chained Blake's collar to a radiator. I sat in the chair and shined the light on Blake. He looked like shit, covered in all kinds of filth. Spun as fuck, his eyes darted around the room. I watched as his newely released hands touched the plug, trying to shift it more comfortably. Smack!! I slapped him hard. "Don't touch yourself without permission bitch!" He cowered in fear as he realized the reality of his situation. "Get it through your head now, slut. I said I owned you. I meant it. Your my property now to use as I want." As I said this I reached for his phone. There was at least 20 texts unread. I pulled the plug forcefully out, eliciting a loud cry. I smiled as I pushed my hard cock into the wet, sloppy gash. I opened the videos as I played the one I edited. It was 10 minutes of Blake being treated like a 2 dollar whore, while he begged and moaned for more. I could tell Blake was turned on by the vid, as he watched himself get debased and used. Every nasty event of the night was included in the vid. Then I opened his text. First I showed him the text he sent to his contacts. I made him read it out loud as I fucked him. "Hey all! Just thought I'd finally come clean about shit. Its taken me years to admit this. I'm a faggot. I'm a filthy, depraved, sick and twisted cumdump. My purpose in life is to take cum in my holes. Today, i have taken more than 30 loads of hot man cum. I worship big, black, niggah cock. Im a pathetic whore who is now owned by a beautiful ebony pimp. Tonight he sold my ass for a gangbang. He only charged them $5 each because thats how low i am. Black cock after black cock fucked me. Men i dont know. My ass was filled with cum. Poz cum included. I begged this one huge, black buck with a 12 inch cock to poz my little, white ass. I drink piss because im a niggah's toilet. I am proud to be my Masters drugged up fuckhole." Blake could barely get through reading this, as he was crying. His humiliation only made my cock harder. Destroying white boys is the ultimate rush! Then I made him read the responses, telling me who each of the people were to him.

In the words of Lily Von Schtup, "I've been with soudands of men, again and again, they pwomise the moon, zeyr always cummink and goink and goink and cummink...and always too soon!"

Last weekend I went to a friend's wedding. It was a fairly small wedding and was starting to wind down. Meanwhile there was another wedding in the hotel at the same time which, as I was getting ready to leave, was still going strong. In fact the other wedding was getting really drunk and loud. While I was in the men's room two partiers in their mid twenties came in, one of whom was the groom, who was being assisted by the other guy, his best man. Both men were somewhat drunk, and the best man thought the groom was going to throw-up, so I assisted the best man get the groom into a stall. No sooner was the groom settled than the best man passed out, but I managed to get him into the next stall. I went back to check on the groom who was passing out and coming back around, and found myself kissing him. I think he thought I was his bride because he kept cooing "Michelle." I managed to get him bent over the toilet inside the stall and worked his pants down. He liked getting rimmed (don't they all? lol)! Once he was really wet and loosened up, I thought I could get my raging hard dick in. He was still really tight and and he surfaced a bit and yelped as I started sliding my dick in him. Someone came in right after that, but luckily he passed out as the door was opening so whoever came in didn't hear him. His ass was super tight and had obviously never had a dick in it before. I love marking virgin territory. He came back around and passed out again several times while I was fucking his sweet ass, and he seemed to start liking it in those fleeting moments. That tight ass was hot to fuck; it felt incredible wrapped around my cock. Unfortunately it felt so good I didn't last long. As short as it was, I thoroughly enjoyed leaving him a big creamy gift! After I put myself back together and left the stall, I noticed the best man was still passed out in the next stall. I was tempted to treat the best man to my special gift as well, but knowing I got a twofer by doing the groom and indirectly the new bride, I decided not to risk getting caught. Memories of that tight groom ass wrapped around my cock and the pleasure of blowing my load deep in his gut have been jack off material every day since.

Story as it happened a couple weekends ago... I was on my way to see a regular top fucker who slams the hell outta me as often as he can get away from the wife and kids! This fucker lives an hour away but the way he holds me down and slam fucks me for hours when he hits me up is worth it everytime! So when he hit me up during a snow storm and told me the wife and kids were staying at the in-laws for the night because it was getting worse out instead of driving home and he was free all night, rock hard N needed his pussyboy bitch to unload in NOW..... i got ready N took off! He likes me to dress up for him and sends me outfits he wants to see me in the next time we meet.... a short red leather skirt, super high heels, panties and black fishnets & a blonde wig is what it was tonight, despite the freezing weather! As im driving, this semi passed me and started to swerve in front of me so i hit the brakes and went way off the side of the road and got stuck! The snow was up to the bottom of my car so i had no choice but to call a tow company to get pulled out. They had a driver near me for another car and got to me in like 20 minutes, i see the driver walking over to me and remember what i have on, which i hadnt thought of, hopefully he is cool i was thinkin as i put my window down and saw how fuckin sexy this 6'3-6'4" muscled up Latino bull of a tow truck driver was! I dont even remember what he said as i checked out the tats on his hands and up by his neck and seeing his wedding ring and the bulge in his jeans.... he asked if i was ok since i didnt hear what he had just said lol and asked me again if i can get out N wait in his truck while he gets my car our. As he opened my door he stopped and looked at what i had on stumbled for what to say but played it cool and asked if i had any other shoes cause the snow is deep! I didnt. He had me stay in the car and pulled me out N told me my radiator was broke and i needed to be towed back. I got out and slipped on the ice and he grabbed me and kept me from falling. I could feel my ass against his bulge and his hands on my hips where he caught me and he just walked forward like that to the truck door and i stepped up into his huge truck when i felt his hand on my ass as i went up the 2 slippery steps. Was he helping me or coming onto me i thought as he loaded my car?!? He hopped in and i told him my address and said just to take it there for now and told him how thankful i was for helping me out so quick. He looked over N told me its better to show someone how thankful you are than tell em and started rubbing his cock thru his jeans, i was watching him as he unzipped his jeans and leaned back as he drove and said in a rough tone to fuckin show me how thankful you are bitch and pushed my head towards his bulge! Told me he saw me fuckin staring at him since he walked up N knew a thirsty bitch when he saw one! I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out a huge fuckin uncut cock that had snaked down his pants since he had nothing on under em and started sucking the head and taking him in my mouth when i felt his hand on the back of my neck and he started face fucking me telling me what a fuckin whore i must be dressed like i was and wearing those fuck me pumps in this weather! He forced hos cock into my throat and kept holding me balls deep on his it choking me tellin me to fuckin take it slut! The truck came to a stop and he kept fuckin my throat telling me to fuckin swallow slut and blew right down my throat making me take every fuckin drop! I was milkin his cock in my mouth tasting the last of his nut on my tongue when i heard his lighter and he was hitting a pipe of Tina, passed it to me N had me take 6 hits saying i was gonna need em, b4 he got out. He told me to get inside while he unloads my car, he forced 2 of his fingers inside my smooth tight ass as he pulled me out of his truck N told me to leave the door unlocked N have that fuckin pussy wet when he walks in to collect payment cause he hasnt fucked a whore in 3 weeks since his wife left him N he was gonna fuckin wreck my cunt! I was on all 4s in bed, hole lubed, panties off but still dressed when he found where i was waiting for him. I watched him in the big mirror next to my bed as he walked in my room behind me lookin at my ass, pulling his shirt off showing his massive chest N arms and tats everywhere.... he pulled me back against his bulge and told me i was gonna fuckin get it tonight and if i was a good fuckin whore he might call one of the other drivers over he shares pussy with!!

This happened close to 20 years ago, but I still remember it vividly as it is still one of the hottest sex episodes of my life. I was in El Paso, Texas on business for a few days. I had had a few really fun times at a very seedy xxx movie theater in the downtown area that week. The place was always full of Latino dick of every age, size and type. I was in heaven sucking on all the foreskin being fed to me in that place. But I had heard of a place out on the outskirts of town. Fiesta XXX Drive-In and sex shop. The place really way out in the desert, out in the middle of nowhere. I arrived there in the late afternoon and to my surprise the parking lot was quite full. I parked and entered the sex shop. I quickly found the arcade area. There was a large room with perhaps 10 or 12 video booths, some with glory holes. There was also a small video room with some ratty chairs and sofas. The room smelled of dried cum. There were even several puddles of fresh cum on the floor and on the leather of the sofa. The room was quite dark, and always a few guys in there. The arcade had a consistent group of at least a dozen guys cruising the booths and video room. I spent close to two hours sucking dicks through the glory holes and in the video room, sucking on well over a dozen cocks, and had been fed six or seven loads down my throat in that time. I was one of the few Caucasian guys there, as most of the guys were Mexican, in addition to a few black guys. I even got into a hot 69 with a young Latino kid on the sofa of the video room. I was getting tired and hungry, so I had decided I'd had enough. I was just getting ready to leave to head back into town to clean up and get some dinner. Just as I started to walk out of the video room I saw a newcomer: a tall, handsome, muscular guy who appeared to be half Black, half Latino. He had to be at least 6' 3" or taller, and was masculine and rough looking. I got the impression he may have been a construction or road repair worker. Anyhow, we made eye contact as he entered the room and he rubbed his crotch and sat down on one of the ratty sofas. I turned and walked back into the room and sat next to him on the sofa. He looked at me and continued to rub his crotch. Then he put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down to his crotch. "Suck me" he demanded. I leaned over as he pressed my face into the denim of his pants. I then got down on my knees, between his legs and began to unzip his fly. He unbuckled his pants and pulled his dusty Levi's and briefs down to the floor. His cock was already rock hard, and was a nice eight inch uncut dick with ample foreskin covering his cock head. In addition to his impressive length, it was one of the thickest dicks I had ever seen. I took it into my mouth and sucked and gently chewed on his gorgeous foreskin, sucking on it, flicking it with my tongue. Then I slid my tongue up into the foreskin and licked his piss slit. "Good faggot" he said, as he pressed my head further down onto his cock. The thickness made it difficult to take him too far down my throat, but I did the best I could before gagging and coming up for air. While I was sucking on him, he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. Then he lifted his legs, exposing his huge, low hanging balls and hairy asshole. "Suck my balls, queer." I did as I was told. His balls were salty and smelled of sweat. The smell was intoxicating. I licked both his balls, then took each of them into my mouth. "Lick my ass" he grunted, as he lifted his knees to his chest. I licked under his balls and down to his dark, puckered asshole. "Nice job, fag. Lick my hole, queer". I loved the names. And I really went to work licking and eating his nasty hole. I had my tongue as deep in his hole as I could get it. He was spreading his ass cheeks, giving me as much access to his hole as I could get. As I was eating his hole, several of the guys came around us, each man stroking his cock as he watched me servicing this hot, dark and aggressive guy. A skanky looking Mexican drag queen was trying to horn in and tried to suck his cock as I was licking his ass, but the top pushed the skank away, growling "Fuck off, Bitch!" Then he grabbed me under the arms, pulling me up as he stood up. "Come with me". He grabbed his pants and shoes and took me by the hand, pulling me with him as we left the video room and entered a private video booth. No sooner was the door closed than he pushed me back to my knees and I happily went back to sucking on his beautiful cock. As I was sucking him, he bent over, sliding his hand down inside the back of my sweatpants, finding my asshole. He rubbed my hole, obviously wanting to fuck me. At this time I was petrified of HIV, and rarely letting guys fuck me. Moreover, the few times I had been fucked, I had insisted the top use a condom. On this occasion, however, I had no condoms, and honestly wasn't interested in getting fucked in a filthy video booth, but the top obviously seemed to have his mind on putting his dick in my ass. He kept fingering and massaging my hole. "Show me your pussy, faggot" he demanded as he stood up and took a small bottle of lube and bottle of poppers from the pocket of his Levi's. "No," I replied, "I don't fuck in these places." Without saying a word, he turned me around and pushed me over. "No", I said as I struggled to get away. I was starting to get very nervous. This guy was 6 or 7 inches taller than me. As well as being incredibly muscular. His power was both a turn on and frightened me. Because I was wearing sweatpants, he had no problem pulling my pants and briefs down over my ass with one quick yank. He had me bent over and his cock was pressing into my ass crack. "Please don't", I begged. "You're too big. I won't be able to take you", I said. "Shut up, faggot. You want this cock, so shut the fuck up". I felt the cold lube being drizzled down my ass crack. He also reached around me and said, "Here. You'll need to popper up". He handed the bottle of poppers to me. I was too frightened to resist much longer. There was no way I could overpower him to get away. So I took a couple of deep sniffs of poppers. I was going to need all the help I could to take his big, thick dick inside me. He pressed the lube up inside me. I could hear him squeeze more onto his bareback cock. Then I felt the piercing pain of his cock start to press into me. "STOP", I begged. But, he paid no attention. He continued to press into me. I took a couple of more deep breaths of poppers. The pain was intense. But, I was powerless to get away from this guy. Once he had gotten most of his cock inside me, he began to pump. Tears filled my eyes from the pain as I continued to beg for him to pull out. But then I felt him grab me around the waist and really began to pump. Slamming his cock deep into me, then pulling nearly out of me, before slamming back into me again. I had resigned myself that I was going to have to endure this. "Please put a condom on", I pleaded. "Shut the fuck up, Fag," as he continued to pound my white hole. "Oh, please. Don't cum in me" I whimpered. He paid no attention to me as he continued his assault on my hole. My ass was miraculously adjusting to his monster cock. It was actually starting to feel good. I continued to sniff poppers to help me relax my ass. It was helping. Finally, I gave up the struggle and began to enjoy the incredible feeling of his bare cock slamming deeply into my ass. My head was banging against the walls as he rammed into me. Without any warning he slammed even deeper into me and held it there. I could feel his cock throbbing as he let out a loud groan. "AHHHGGG...!!! FUCKKK...!!!" he grunted as he filled my ass with his load. He pulled his cock from me so quickly that it made a popping sound as his cockhead left my ass. I collapsed onto the chair in the booth as he pulled on his pants and slipped on his shoes. Without saying a word, he unlocked the door and exited the booth. My head was spinning from all the poppers I'd been sniffing. He had left the bottle of poppers with me and I saw the bottle of lube laying on the floor of the booth. Just as I bent down to pick up the lube, the door of the booth opened again. A heavy set Mexican guy walked in. He locked the door, turned to face me and pulled out his uncut dick. "No. I'm done", I protested, as I reached down to pull up my sweatpants. But he continued to put his cock in my face. What the hell, I thought. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him as he hardened in my mouth. "Show me your pussy," he said, adding in a whisper "I'm gonna seed that cum filled white pussy of yours." I was too tired to put up a fight. I stood and bent over. Holding onto the chair and took another deep hit of poppers. Without any hesitation or lube, he slammed into me in one swift move. He thankfully didn't take too long to cum. He was grunting loudly as me pounded my hole. Within just a few minutes he grunted loudly and shot his load into me. "Gracias," he said as he pulled out, quickly pulled up his pants and exited my booth. I knew I couldn't take any more. I pulled up my sweatpants. I did my best to pull myself together and exited the booth. Heading to the exit of the arcade a young Latino asked "Hey, Papi. Want another load?" I laughed as I passed him. "Not today. Maybe tomorrow". I drove back into town. Got back to my room totally exhausted. I didn't even have the energy to shower and dress for dinner. I called room service and had dinner sent to my room, as I tried to replay the afternoons events in my head. I jacked off as I relived the frightening, but exciting time I had being overpowered by that hot guy in my booth.

Yesterday afternoon I was in a sling at CCBC in Palm Springs and this dude was fucking me. After a little while he paused and asked me if he could piss inside me. Being the good sub that I am I told him it was his decision. He filled me full and continued to fuck me for another 20 minutes. It was so fucking hot. It ended with his load mixed in with a lot of piss. After he finished I walked back to the room with piss dripping down my legs. Hard as hell just thinking about it.

I bet he is going to actively participate, maybe not in the manner he expects.

PrEP I don't know anyone personally with long-term consequences from it. But my gay friends boil down to two camps, one is on a light dose of antivirals called PrEP, they're neg. The other group is poz and is now on a harsher dose of the same antivirals. Either that or they're sick. Risking HIV because you don't want to take harsh medicine is like not doing your taxes because you're afraid of an audit. Barebacking is awesome. You should totally do it. Get on PrEP and do it.

Awww I hope you are able to. That would be amazing. How did Canada treat you? They give you all the cock that you deserve? :-)

Had a fun 24 hrs: Thursday night: I was in a topping mood so I hit up grindr and found this stunning mid 20s twink couple staying at a hotel downtown. I messaged and they said to come over. They didn’t have any loads yet. I got there and wow! Both had beautiful bodies and were really slutty. We all got naked and the fun began. I fucked both of them and we even did a short DP. I blew a load in both of them after about 40 mins total of fun. Friday morning: This poz twink hit me up wanting a load so I stopped on my way to work. He answered the door in an Andrew Christian jock and got on his knees sucking me right when I walked in. I gave him my poppers and I slid inside him. He squirmed around at first so I had to hold him by the hips. Eventually I was able to blow a small load in him (still spent from the night before!) and left. We exchanged numbers. Friday afternoon: I took a half day and left work early. This guy I had met before hit me up on grindr and said he was hosting. Late 20s, Asian, beefy body, cute. Average size cock. I took his load after a few mins of fucking and then left. He was really into kissing, which I don’t mind.

Part 6; John flipped the boy on his back, spread his legs wide, holding onto his ankles, and without a pause shoved his toxic Dick inside. As he fucked, you couldn't help but notice his large bio-hazard tattoo, and for the first time I noticed the letters P, and, Z within the symbol. HOT! He fucked the boy for about 5 minutes. We weren't even paying proper attention. However, our attention was properly grabbed when John started cumming, making all the usual erratic breathing, and primitive grunting. Phil cheered and yelled... 'Yeah, go on John son, breed that fucking dirty faggot' John had a short spurt of piston fucking right before he began shooting his venom. Having done the deed, he leaned in and carried on fucking, slowly grinding his hips as he embedded his toxic seed deeper. And on he went, fucking... He wouldn't stop... 'OK John mate, let's get this lad to bed. He really does need some rest ... Right fellas, if you want to stay for some Beers and a laugh, that's cool. I'm just going to sort this chap out'. The general consensus seemed to be they all wanted to stay on. I picked up the twink, and carried him to my bedroom. I gave him some of my sleep medication, just to help him get a bit of a deeper sleep for at least a short while. Again, on a towel, butt plug in. 'If you need me for anything boy, send me a W/app message, I'll just be downstairs, OK'. 'Thank you Daddy'. I tucked him in, and left him to rest. For the next few hours the 4 of us chatted, drank, smoked, with some wicked house music on the spin, not too loudly though, I wanted to make sure the boy upstairs wasn't disturbed. Phil suddenly got up... 'I need a Shit' And off he went! About 20 minutes had passed, and he hadn't returned. 'Is the man constipated?' I facetiously said in my head. 'I'm off to see where Phil has got to' 'OK' said John & Bill, as they seemed to be rather oblivious and in their own world! I knocked on the bathroom door... 'Hey, Phil, what is going on?' ... No reply! I turned the handle ... Unlocked! I went in, no one there. Into the bedroom... ... There he was, fucking the twink again! He had him bent over my bed, arms spread eagle. He looked up at me, giving me a twisted smirk. It seemed that a combination of the twinks sero-conversion to the gradual physical acceptance of my toxic DNA, and my sleep meds had taken their toll and knocked him out. 'Phil, what the fuuuu...' 'Don't worry, I'm nearly done'. He refocused his gaze to the boys ASS, grabbing his hips tightly, and picking up pace with his 'Jacobs Ladder' Dick. He grunted, and shot his second load inside the boy. He lifted him back onto the towel, and put the butt plug back in'. 'Phil, I'm knackered, and want to go to bed'. 'Alright Simon buddy, the lads and I will go now. Thanks for a great evening'. The 3 of them soon left. I got ready for bed, got in, and held the sweet twink in my arms. His skin was very hot and sweaty... ... Part 7 to follow ...

2. Bombs Away My nose burned. The chemical smell of it, and the unnatural sensation gave me the same reaction as Jesse; I shot back up to standing position and yelled out a swear word or two. Jesse’s dick pressed into my ass, and his hand came round my waist to grab mine, pumping it gently. The pain passed quickly, and I relaxed into him, letting him kiss my neck and grind into me. “You okay?” He asked. “Yeah, just felt weird. How long does it take to start feeling it?” “Dunno.” He answered, then with a hand on my shoulder, he turned me around to face him. “I’m sure we’ll find out.” Dropping to his knees, he swallowed my cock down to the hilt again, and pulled my hands to his head, his sign that he wanted me to take control. I was more than happy to. I curled my fingers tightly in his hair and used it as a handle to move his mouth up and down my dick. Somewhere at the back of my mind, a little part of me was freaking out. What were we doing? Literally, what drug did I just do? This wasn’t right. But feeling Jesse’s warm, wet mouth around my cock, feeling the tip push in and out of his throat, and the hand that had just found my balls again, forced me to push those thoughts away. Jesse squeezed my balls with one hand, and jacked himself off with the other. I pulled his head right down onto my dick and held him there as I bucked my hips, fucking his throat as deeply as I could reach. He moaned, sending vibrations down my shaft and into my body, which in turn made me moan as well. I could have easily shot my load straight down his throat then and there, but he must have sensed it, because he started pushing back against my hands. I let go, and my cock slid from his throat, then his mouth entirely. The cold air on my spit-soaked dick sent a shiver down my spine. He stood up again. “Feel anything yet?” I wasn’t sure, though. I could feel my heart pounding away, but whether that was from drugs, fear, or excitement, I couldn’t tell. “Let’s have a bit more.” I moved back behind him and slipped my dick between his cheeks again, covering his hole in his own spit as he started preparing two more lines. I placed my hands on his hips, but felt something weird. His body felt amazing under my hands, and the heat he was giving off felt so inviting. I pushed my hands forward, running my hands up his stomach to his chest as I pulled him into a hug. He laughed and pushed his ass out against me. “Feels good, right?” I nodded and kissed down his neck. Jesse finished setting up the lines - which I noticed were a fair bit longer than the last ones - but he was still playing with a separate pile of the powder. I asked him what he was doing, but he just turned his head and winked at me, pushing his ass against my cock. He made two small piles, but didn’t shape them into lines. Instead, he took a rizla from the packet, and split it in half down the middle, making two small squares. With some difficulty, he managed to scoop each pile of powder into one of the squares, then carefully brought the corners of each square together in a pinch, twisting them round and making a little package of the drug. “Get a beer or something.” He told me. I didn’t want to let go of his body. It felt so comfortable and right to be holding him like that. There was something about the heat his body gave off that dragged me in, and I desperately wanted to get my cock back inside him. But he nudged me off and I did as he said. As I took a beer from the fridge, I heard him snort his line. “Woah!” He yelled. “Fuck yeah!” I laughed and brought the beer to him, trading it for the straw. He cracked it open as I bent down to take my line. It stung, but not as badly as last time, and I felt a rush go through me. Jesse picked up one of the little balls he’d made. “Do you know what this is?” I shook my head. “They’re called bombs. You swallow them and they open up in your stomach. Apparently it gives you a really good high.” With that, he popped it in his mouth and took a huge swig of the beer, drinking several large gulps. “Can you really take cocaine that way?” I asked. He laughed. “Maybe. I dunno. This isn’t cocaine though, it’s drone.” I raised an eyebrow at it. “Methedrone. It’s better. Amazing to get fucked up on, then get fucked on. That’s what the guy who sold it to me said.” As he said ‘fucked’, he grabbed my dick. “Just swallow it like a pill.” He handed me the can and kept pumping my dick. I picked up the little package, and looked at it for a moment. It looked like those party popper toys I used to get as a kid. Throw it at the ground and it made a bang like a gun. Probably banned these days. I placed it in my mouth and swallowed it down with beer. Between the two of us, we’d nearly emptied the can in one go. I put the can on the desk, away from the mirror, and Jesse wrapped his arms over my shoulders and around my neck, pulling me in. Our bodies smacked together, our dicks squashed in between our stomachs, rock hard and rubbing against each other as we kissed deeply. I took his ass in my hands and squeezed tightly as our tongues danced around each other. Kissing Jesse like this was almost the most exhilarating thing we’d done so far, in a way. He never normally got this involved - one of the weirdest things about Jesse and Reese’s fucked up relationship was their opinions on kissing other people. The kiss ended and he grinned at me. “I’m really glad you’re doing this with me.” I smiled, and nodded my agreement. ~~~ If the bomb ever hit me, I didn’t notice it. All I noticed was the most incredible feelings I’d ever felt. Oral had never felt so good, Jesse had never tasted so good, and my cock had never been so hard. We were getting hot, and sweat was pouring off us, which only made the whole thing feel much better. We sucked and licked and tweaked and pumped each other crazy. Jesse took out his phone and started taking pictures of us. We did a few more lines, and at one point, Jesse went to get his laptop, wiring it up to the TV and playing porn for us to watch, from a weird website I’d never heard of before, called ‘MachoMoe’. The site was weird - covered in weird ‘demonic’ images and shit. But the porn was so hot - a bunch of guys in a hotel, all naked and sweaty and muscley, all with massive cocks, all tearing into the ass and mouth of the sexiest little twink I’d ever seen. The abuse he could take was incredible. Spitroasting, double penetration, cock after cock after cock ploughing into him. He moaned and yelled in pain but they never stopped. And not a condom in sight, I couldn’t help but notice. It was only made hotter by the fact that the twink looked a lot like Jesse, though Jesse had more muscle. “I wish we had what they were on.” Jesse said. He’d stopped sucking my dick and was pumping it slowly - maybe he thought I was close to cumming. Despite how incredible everything was, I actually didn’t feel all that close. I just wanted to fuck about without end. “It isn’t drone?” I asked. I hadn’t actually considered the possibility that they were on anything, but now that he said it, I could easily imagine that that’s what we were watching. “Nah. It’ll be something much better. Gina. Tina. Something like that.” I laughed at the names. “Gina and Tina? Sounds like talk show hosts.” He laughed at that. “They’re supposed to be incredible. The ultimate fuck drugs. Drone is fun, but G and T will tear your inhibitions apart.” I could tell he was getting excited as he talked. Though I noticed that he wasn’t actually hard anymore. He let go of my dick and began crawling up me, kissing my stomach and chest, biting at my nipples, then kissing me on the lips as he spoke. “Just pure, raw, fucking, the way it was supposed to be done.” He sat down right above my cock, grinding his hole up against it. My heart was suddenly pounding a thousand times a minute, and there was nothing I could think of other than burying my cock in Jesse’s hole. “You going to fuck me the way you’re supposed to?” He asked me. His hand went to my dick, guiding the tip of it to his hole. I bucked and grinded my hips, covering his hole in his spit and my precum. I could feel it opening up as he slowly pushed himself against it. “Pure. Raw. Fucking?” With each word he pressed his hole right onto the tip of my dick, so that I could feel how badly he needed it filling. I’m sure I should have heard some sort of alarm. I never fucked Jesse raw. Reese never fucked me raw. Them ‘forgetting’ condoms was one of the biggest issues of their relationship, and doing it raw with me was too on the nose. But any alarm going off in my mind was drowned out by the pounding heartbeat in my ears, the moaning coming from the TV, and Jesse’s words. “Yes.” I breathed. “Fuck yes.” Jesse sat on my dick. The tip of my dick punched straight into him and, with practically no lube, just body fluids, he took more than half of my cock in one movement. It must of hurt, and he half yelled, half moaned. It took me by such surprise that I let out a similar noise. “Holy fuck!” Jesse shouted, leaning forwards and taking me in a deep kiss as he continued pushing down on my dick. “I fucking love your cock.” I fucking loved his hole as well. Warm, tight, and sliding down onto my dick so fast I wondered how he could possibly stand it. I held onto his hips as he rocked and grinded them, working his way right down to the hilt. He moaned so loud I figured the whole building would hear him, then he started slowly riding me. I was in absolute heaven, and I never wanted it to stop. Our bodies moved as one as I took him in my arms, holding him tight against me and shoving my tongue in his mouth almost as hard as my cock in his ass. I don’t know if we were only like that for a minute or for hours. If Reese had walked into the apartment at that moment and told us it was Sunday evening, I wouldn’t have doubted him at all. But then something strange happened. Something felt different, and we both noticed it. He kept grinding for a few more minutes, but finally he gave up. He sighed, and got off me. My dick flopped down to my stomach, now only semi-hard. “What the fuck?” I said, taking it in hand and trying to fix it. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what-” Jesse laughed and put a finger on my lips. “It’s cool, man. I thought this might happen.” I asked what he meant. “It’s called ‘Drone dick’. My dealer told me about it. Drone can make it really hard for some people to keep it up. It happened to me a while ago.” He indicated his very soft dick. “What?! Well what’s the point of that?! So we’re finished then?” To that he laughed even harder. “Not even close. We’ll just have to improvise.” He got off the sofa and went towards his room. I still kept playing with my dick, watching the porn, but nothing happened. If anything, I seemed to get smaller. A few minutes later, Jesse came back. “These ought to do.” In his arms were several dildos in different shapes and sizes, and a huge bottle of lube. Apparently we weren’t out of lube after all. “And y’know, my dealer did say that if this happened to both of us, we should give him a call. He’ll come round and sort us out. You okay with that?” I looked from Jesse, to my dick, to the mirror of drugs, then the incredible scene on the TV - the hot little twink was currently taking two huge dicks in the ass, and a third in the mouth - then back to Jesse. I barely even thought before I said yes. Scenes from the porn: https://imgur.com/a/tAPPS

Steamworks tends to be good CumUnion event on Monday!

If you follow my posts, you know I like sucking off "str8" men. And one of the ways I do it, is to post Craigslist ads offering free massages to str8 guys. Living here in Las Vegas, I tend to get some pretty good responses from str8, married guys that are in Vegas alone, away from the wives and kids, here for a convention or tradeshow, that will take me up on my offer. I posted one of my massage ads yesterday on CL and got hit with about 7 or 8 responses. I waded through the flakes and pic collectors and began to chat with a 45 year old black guy staying at Bellagio Hotel on the Strip. We agreed to meet at his room at 4pm. after he got out of his trade show. I got there on time and he opened the door wearing a handsome and expensive looking suit and tie. "Hi, Dave. Thanks for being on time. Unfortunately, I'm running behind. I just got back to my room. Do you have enough time for me to hop in the shower", Donovan asked? "Yes. Of course. Take your time", I replied. Donovan invited me in. After I shook his hand, I moved to the window to admire his beautiful view of the Bellagio fountain, The Eiffel tower and the High Roller observation wheel across the strip. Donovan was kicking off his dress shoes, removing his suit, tie, shirt and pants. He joined me at the window in his boxers and undershirt. "Amazing view. Isn't it?" he asked. I turn to find him right next to me. FUCK! He's an incredibly sexy and attractive black man. As I said, about 45, 6'2, muscular, masculine, with handsome facial features. He squeezes my shoulder and says, "I'll be right back", as he pulled his undershirt off and tossed it onto the dresser as he headed into the bathroom. I soon heard the water in the shower start. I was imagining his hot, naked black body in that shower, getting soaped up. It was all I could do not to strip and join him in the shower. But, all we had discussed was a massage. Nothing sexual. He had told me he was married with 2 kids. One girl in the first year of college. And one boy still in high school. So, I knew he was living a "str8 life". But, I had no idea yet if he's experienced m2m sex before? Or if he was even looking for that? However, of course from most previous experience, they usually let me go there with the massages. Within about 4 or 5 minutes, I heard the water shut off, The shower curtain slid back and shortly Donovan came out still drying off with the large, plush, white hotel towel. His cock was flopping in front of him. And, boy, was he hung. I'm guessing he was hanging about 7 inches soft. With a thick, mushroom head, covered with foreskin, swinging between his legs. With low hanging, floppy balls swinging back and forth. "How do you want me?", he asked. "Why don't you lie sideways along the foot of the bed. Then I can work on your head, shoulders and feet as well". He tosses the towel to the floor and laid face down on the foot of the bed as I remove my clothes. Even with a King Sized bed, his feet hung over the edge of the bed. I move to his head and begin to massage his shoulders, neck and upper back. I oil up his back, butt and thighs. I lightly rub all of this oil into his soft, light chocolate skin. Then I go back to massaging his top torso. After spending about 5 minutes on his upper torso, I move to his lower back and buttocks. His butt is a muscular bubble butt. I pour a bit more oil onto his ass. Letting a bit of the oil dribble into his ass crack. I lightly massage the oil into his skin. Getting my fingers into his ass crack. He widens his legs as I massage his ass. Then he lifts up his crotch and adjusts his cock, so that his cock lays flat against the mattress, under his balls and sticking out between his legs. I can see his big cockhead between his muscular thighs. I continue to massage his massive ass, upper and inner thighs as I can see his cock harden, thicken and lengthen between his thighs. I now spend a few minutes getting my fingers between his butt cheeks, rubbing across his ass bud. He moans slightly and lifts his ass just a bit. Then my fingers lightly go over his balls as I rub his inner thighs. He moans again and lifts his ass a bit again. I work my hands down his thighs and calves. Then I begin to massage his feet. Donovan is now moaning loudly. I get on my knees, at his feet and lightly brush my goatee along the bottom of his feet. I can see that it tickles a bit. But he's also turned on by it. He almost gasps. I now take his big toe into my mouth and suck on it. He goes wild. "Oh, Fuck!" he exclaims! I now suck on each of his toes individually. Then move to the other foot. And repeat all of that on his other foot and toes. I now massage back up his legs and again focus on his ass. I spread his asscheeks and now flick my tongue across his asshole. His back arches and his ass raises. I now spread his ass cheeks and lick his hole more. Then slide my tongue into his hole. He's now moaning and grinding his ass on my face. As I come up for air, Donovan flips over. His big cock has grown to over 8.5"s, maybe 9"s of thick black cock. It's sticking straight up. I take his foreskin covered cockhead into my mouth and suck on his foreskin. I slip my tongue up into the skin, flicking his mushroomed cockhead that's cocooned inside his ample foreskin. My lips push his foreskin back and I swallow as much of his thick cock down my throat. I nearly choke on it. I'm fondling his balls as I suck his bbc. I'm on the side of him as I bend over sucking on his cock. He now reaches behind me and begins to squeeze my asscheeks. Then he slips a finger into my ass crack and rubs my asshole with his long finger. Ahhh....... This is going to be fun. He wants to fuck. I moan, to let him know I'm game. I want him to fuck me. He's wasting no time. He quickly flips himself up, swings sideways and stands up. Since I know what he's wanting, I grab my poppers from my supply bag that I've left on the dresser. I climb onto the foot of the bed. On my hands and knees, I put my ass up. He's now rubbing his hands all over my ass and spitting on my hole. He spits a few times, then presses the saliva up into my hole. He slaps his cock onto my asshole a few times. And spits on his cockhead and my hole again. I'm poppering up as he begins to push his bbc up into me. It's hurting and I arch my back a bit. He gets the clue and stops pushing as I continue to sniff on my poppers. As he feels my ass relax a bit, he again begins to push into me. Soon, he's slowly pushed all the way into my ass, balls deep. He holds his cock deep inside me for a moment for me to get used to it. Once the pain has subsided, I began to slowly rock on his cock. He now begins to meet my thrusts with his thrusts. Within a minute his cock is now slamming into me. I'm again sniffing on poppers as he pounds my ass. His balls slap against mine. His long, boney fingers are now digging into my sides as he grabs hold of me to ram even more deeply and hard into my ass. "Oh, Fuck! Your ass feels good, Baby", he says as he's ramming into me. "A nice, silky pussy, Baby! I love your hole", he said. Donovan is now pumping into me with a fast rhythm. His crotch would slap against my ass cheeks each time he rammed into me. I'd grunt and he'd moan. He now began to slap my ass cheeks with his hand. "SWAT", his hand would slap my ass as he pounded into me. The bed was banging against the wall. My ass was stinging from his slaps and my head was spinning from the poppers. I was experiencing pure pleasure from his bbc. I really have no idea how long he fucked me? But all too soon, I heard his breathing quicken and deeper as he began a low growl......... "Grrrrrrrr............aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhAAAAAAAAHHHH......... FUCKKKKKK..!!!!", he yelled, as his cock exploded inside me. He held his bbc deep inside me, as my ass was milking his cock, while he shook in orgasm. He collapsed onto me, grabbing me around the shoulders, pulling me with him, onto my side as he collapsed on his side on the bed. I laid there as he partially spooned behind me. Both of us catching our breaths. Donovan began to laugh. "I'm guessing you liked that", I chuckled. "What's so funny?", I asked. "I don't know? I just have an annoying habit of laughing, when I've just had a mind blowing orgasm like that. That was fuckin' HOT, Mister!", he said. "I just love to fuck a good ass. I love good sex. And it just makes me laugh out of pleasure. Does that make sense?" he says. "It does, indeed. Glad you enjoyed it. I'm confused, however. You said you were str8. With a wife and 2 kids. From the way you fucked, I gather you've fucked guys before. Right?" I said. "Oh, yeah. I consider myself to be str8. 'Cause I live a str8 life. I am married and a father. But, I've been fucking guys for 15 years or more. My wife likes a boring, soft, romantic fuck. She wants "lovemaking", not sex. But, as you can tell, I like to fuck hard, rough and deep. Only a guy can take a hard pounding from my cock. Even a lot of gay guys can't take my dick. But, I find a hell of a lot more guys can take my dick in their asses, than women. And a gay guy's ass is a hell of a lot easier to find and pound that some slutty cunt anytime", he says with a laugh. We both cuckle and I assure him that that's the same reason a lot of "str8" guys have given me in the past. He's not alone. He soon gives me a quick and friendly kiss on my neck as he pulls himself up and climbs off the bed. He moves to the closet and pulls the white terrycloth robe from the hanger and puts it on. That's my clue to get up and dress. "Well, I wish I'd found you the first night I was here in town. I would have fucked you at least once, if not twice, all 3 of these days that I've been in town. Unfortunately, I leave in the morning. But, I'll keep your email. I get here once a year or so. I want to fuck you again", he said. I've finished dressing. We give each other a hug and I leave.

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

7. Night of the Green Fairy It was early evening. Above the compound, the last light of day blushed scarlet between the treetop leaves. Deep male laughter and the clinking of dinner plates came from the main house. The cabana’s picture window shades were open, and from the courtyard tiki flames illuminated the room in flickering shadows. He sat up groggy on the edge of the bed trying to focus. For a second he panicked searching for his bag on the floor. It sat on the nightstand where he’d left it. The nightstand’s drawer was open. Although the room was dark, inside he saw the lube they used and poppers, but also a large assortment of dildos, some black, some flesh-color, white nylon rope, dog collars, cuffs and other stuff, things he had no idea what they were for. He closed the drawer and picked up his bag and shuffled to the bathroom mirror, flicking on the light to check his neck. It was fine, unbruised, still red though from Polanski the night before. He set the bag on the toilet. Manetti was good, going to extremes but knowing where to draw the line. His stomach growled as he stepped in the shower to wash off the crud of sex. He realized he hadn’t eaten anything since the Popeye’s chicken the night before. While he was drying off, a succulent fragrance wafted in the air. He looked in his bag and felt his clothes were still damp. Dang, why didn’t he remembered to hang them out? He was such a moron. He draped them on the shower rod. That left only the baggy red track suit to wear. He climbed into it, cinched his pants, but before going in search of food—and Manetti—he went out with his bag, crawled under the middle of the cabana and stuffed the green bag between two joists. He climbed back onto the pool deck, brushed dirt off his knees, and went to the main house. Tobias Glass stood at the head of a black lacquered dining table surrounded by his friends, Manetti among them. He was holding court in his favorite green silk kimono, pushing back the decorative katana sword holder on the side table to make room for the finished dinnerware. On a blue Flemish plate with windmills and Dutch girls dancing in clogs, lines of coke were being passed around. Tobias was a tall, thin man with wild, curly gray hair, whose eyes never rested, continually observing his guests, making sure everyone was enjoying themselves. He made his way around the table, making a comment, picking up a dish, running his long fingers through Chuck Brunswick’s wavy locks. Tobias was the first to notice Chris coming into the main house through the sliding door. Cheers erupted around the table as the boy slid the screen closed. “Sleeping beauty!” Manetti called out to him. “Everybody. This is the Chris Prior, Big Ben’s little brother, I was telling you about.” Knowing glances flashed around the table. “We finished, Chief, but I saved your plate.” He was embarrassed by sudden attention and a little uneasy about what Manetti had told the table. He smiled shyly at Tobias who had his hand parked on Chuck Brunswick’s shoulder. Brunswick wiggled his bushy eyebrows at Chris, one of his trademarked gestures that seemed to make its way into every episode. Chris’ heart skipped a beat. “Sit. Eat,” said Tobias, collecting the lasts of the dinnerware. The chair next to Manetti was empty. As soon as Chris was settled in Manetti served up several slices of pork tenderloin and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. Across from Chris sat Brunswick’s traveling companion, a very aristocratic, very pretty young boy only a year or two older than Chris. Tobias was making the rounds of introductions, saying he was sure Chris new Chuck Brunswick. Chris nodded assuredly, trying to stop himself from staring. “And his secretary, Andrew Hollister. Secretary? Seriously, that’s not what you’re calling him, dear,” he pleaded to Brunswick. “Personal assistant,” Brunswick said, smiling wryly. “Very personal,” said a short, muscular man at the end of the table. In his early thirties, balding, he sported a mustard-colored horseshoe mustache, and was passing his empty dinner plate up to Tobias. “Andy,” Andrew Hollister added to his introduction, not looking at Chris but tipping a rolled-up twenty dollar bill down to the plate of coke. For all his refined facial features, high cheekbones, dark hair that contrasted with his deep set blue eyes, he filled out his tank top, pecs and arms, with impressively cut muscles. On second glance, though, Chris couldn’t help notice his neck seemed a little thin compared to the rest of his bulk. “And at this end of the table, this little person barely able to get his wee arms up to the table,” Tobias continued, then said to the man in a mock aside, “I do wish you’d let me get you a booster seat, dear. You might recognize, if you can see him, Mister David Crusher, he of Crusher Gyms.” Tobias was ridiculing the short, but clearly not dwarfish man at the end. The man’s broad, generous smile oozed confidence, some might say conceit. Chris could tell he relished Tobias’ attention. He saluted Chris with a glass of water. Despite his stature Chris saw he was a serious body builder, hiding bulging arms and massive shoulders underneath his white hooded pullover. What hair he still had he buzzed short. It only accentuated his jovial face, topped off with a button nose, and a serious cleft in his chin. “He’s not going to recognize me, you daft old queen,” he said, clasping Tobias’ hand with mock pity. “But I know you forget thing so easily at your age. You really don’t remember Manetti telling us a few minutes ago this is the kid’s first time in New York?” Tobias smacked his hands away and took his empty dish to the side table. “Yo, Hip Hop,” Crusher teased Chris. His voice was surprisingly rich and deep, with a friendly jockishness that suggested he schmoozed easily with his clients and wealthy investors alike. “You know Manetti’s a low life. A clean cut kid like you shouldn’t be hanging around with the likes of him. You’ll get fleas.” “I’m hardy old,” Tobias injected, dabbing a napkin to his lips, then taking the dishes into the kitchen. “Listen, Fireplug,” Manetti responded to Crusher, “Stop trying to steal my date. The kid’s doing just fine. Trust me.” Chris gave Manetti a startled look to see if he was being as protective as he sounded. He also couldn’t believe Manetti called him his date. “Some wine, Chris?” offered the man sitting on the other side of him. He held up a bottle of Chablis. “Thank you. Just water, please,” he answered. The man poured him a glass. His black rimmed glasses had thick lenses that magnified his hazel eyes. He was fiftyish, had a long horse face that was kindly, almost handsome, and he, too, appeared to be built under his Columbia University sweat shirt. Pairing everyone off, Chris assumed he was with Crusher. “I’m so sorry,” cried Tobias hurrying in from the kitchen, and sitting at the head of the table. “Forgive me Chris. Last and definitely least is Mother, Mitchel Goodman,” Tobias said, waving a long green sleeve at the man next to Chris, “my wife of twenty-two long, excruciating years.” “Tobias, if you keep this up, we’ll have to seal you back in your coffin before any of the party guest arrive.” “Promises, promises. Now Michael, my pet,” he said, placing a hand over Manetti’s. “I know you said you and Chris want to keep a low profile, and you may if you must. But you do know you arrived on Towel Night.” Between gobbling down forkfuls of pork and asparagus, Chris asked what Towel Night was. He’d finished his plate and Manetti was piling on a few more tenderloin slices. Everyone glanced around the table suppressing grins. Crusher sniffed loudly and passed the tray of coke to Mitchel. Mitchel tapped Chris’ shoulder and offered more asparagus. Chris nodded enthusiastically. As he was serving, Mitchel explained, “Tobias and I host a bacchanal for selected guests, no more than twelve or fourteen mind you, men that throughout the summer have caught his and my eye.” He set down the asparagus and quickly bent down and snorted two lines, then perked back up and continued a little more brightly. “The Towel Party is a Fire Island institution! It’s not suitable for wallflowers or twinks, but since you’re our house guest you’ll be treated like a dignitary.” Tobias broke in, “Or at least a novelty.” The men all laughed except Manetti, who eyed Chris. Tobias went on to explain further, “A white towel and eye mask along with an invitation were left on each of the invitees’ doorsteps late last night.” He added to the table as an aside, “This year, gentlemen, you won’t believe the variety. A potpourri of perversity!” To Chris he said, “The invitation is for ten o’clock, and the celebrant is expected to wear the towel, mask and nothing more.” “One question, Mr. Glass,” interrupted Andy, finishing his Chablis. “Aren’t most houses home to several men, for the most part? How do they know whom the invitation is for?” “That’s the fun part. Self-selection,” Tobias answered. “It’s a house’s decision who they designate. And they almost always select the most philistine participant, making for the most delicious, unpredictable party. Even if it turns out to not be the one Mother and I had an eye on, the collective house knows best, don’t they dear?” Mitchel agreed wholeheartedly. “The result is always better than we could have anticipated or hoped for—and always in surprising ways.” “Chris?” Mitchel said, passing the coke tray to him. “No thank you, sir,” he said, passing the tray to Manetti, finishing his last bites of food. Manetti said, “What. You’re suddenly a prude about drugs?” “I’m still eating,” Chris complained. “And I don’t want to.” “Oh, Mother,” crooned Tobias. “An old married couple already, just like us.” “Do it,” was all Manetti had to say. Chris growled and snatched back the tray glaring at Manetti. After coming back up and wiping his nose, Chris said, “Mr. Glass. What is a bacchanal?” “Oh, dear,” said Tobias. *** The small dinner party had moved outside. Down in an unlit fire pit, Brunswick sliced the air with the sheathed katana blade, showing Chris and Crusher some swordfight moves from a recent episode. Chris watched enthralled. Crusher was duly impressed. Andy not so much. Manetti had maneuvered Tobias to get him alone by the pool, and was quizzing him about boats for sale. “Drax authorized me to purchase a yacht for him, that’s what brought us here.” “I can’t quite picture Drax on the open sea,” said Tobias, lighting another cigarette as he put out his first. Mitchel walked by, frowning at Tobias as he passed, holding coffee mugs for Brunswick and Crusher. “Don’t give me that look, Mother. It’s only my second.” “He has some idea about a new video,” Manetti went on. “Something like Chris the cabin boy, or something like that.” “Mmm. Sailors, pirates, swarthy men who haven’t bathed in months, capture an innocent boy and teach him the ways of the sea. Ah, the timeless story.” Tobias raised his hand as if reading a marque. “Shanghaied and Seduced. I’d buy that. Hell, I'd produce it if Drax would let me on the set.” He took a long drag off his cigarette. “Well, as a matter of fact, we have some acquaintances that own a mortuary in Montclair. Very macabre characters, with unseemly tastes. If half the rumors are true I certainly wouldn’t leave Chris alone in their company. They’re calling it quits after twenty years. Such a pity. Boris caught Roger milking the milkman.” From the fire pit Mitchel corrected, “He was a beer distributor.” “Shush. A milkman makes for a much better story. Anyway, they’ll be docking here in the morning. They always take the week before the Fourth off. If you’re serious I can have them for brunch, but only if you’re serious. They are undertakers, after all. Not really the life of the party.” He exploded with laughter. Manetti snorted. “I have a feeling that aside from all the mishegas of selling the business, the house, oy, I can’t image, they’ll most likely want to get rid of their yacht.” Mitchel came up behind Tobias and rested his hands on his shoulders. “Who will get Wallace, do you suppose?” “Oh, dear. I hadn’t thought about their Great Dane. Poor Wallace. I suppose they’ll have to split him in half.” The two men chuckled. Manetti pressed, “How much do you think a boat like theirs would run.” Mitchel squeeze in next to Tobias on his lounge chair, “They bought it ten years ago, didn’t they?” Tobias nodded. “That yacht at today’s prices? Maybe one hundred fifty, sixty. I wouldn’t go any higher. Have you seen how worn and cracked the outdoor seating is?” Mitchel said sliding his hand over Tobias kimono sleeve. “Almost as cracked and worn out as they are.” Mitchel croaked, while Tobias gave him a playful slap on the wrist. Chris had overheard part of the conversation about yachts and, since Brunswick had finished his demonstration and was putting the sword away, he drifted over with his hand behind his back. He was feeling mischievous from the coke and also a bit daring from all the male attention he was getting. He dropped his clothes next to Manetti and then did a cannon ball next to him. The spray soaked Manetti's entire back, water dripped over his forehead. “That’s it, you little prick,” he said, stripping off his jeans and vest. He dove naked into the water chasing Chris who was squealing with delight. The dinner party gathered round the pool laughing as Manetti caught up with Chris, picked him up by the neck and legs, rose the naked boy kicking high in the air, and threw him into the deep end of the pool. Crusher stripped off his top and shorts revealing a large, semi-erect woody. He dove in and swam up next to the submerged Chris. Chris popped up wiping his eyes. He said to the boy, “I told you he was low rent scum, didn’t I?” He ran his hand up Chris’ torso. “You come stay with Uncle Crusher when you get back in the city. I’ve got a guest room and I’d like to see what I can do with this body,” he said, as underwater he groped the boy’s hairless crotch. Manetti quickly swam up and got between Crusher and boy. “Afraid he’s got other plans, Uncle Crusher.” Manetti wrapped an arm around Chris’ torso and swam away with his charge. “What, you got a monopoly on the whole family, Manetti?” Crusher bellowed. “Gentlemen, niceness. I’m sure there’s enough Chris for everyone, isn’t there Michael?” Tobias ventured. “Not for free, there isn’t,” Manetti said, urging Chris out of the pool. “What a crab, Manetti,” Chris said, grabbing a white towel and going back over to the fire pit. Manetti followed him, wiping himself off and settling into one of the chairs next to Chris. Brunswick came over and sat opposite Chris. He pulled off his shirt flexing his chest, clearly for Chris’ benefit. The boy toweled his hair, astonished seeing in real life what he’d fantasized about so often in his bedroom back home. “Yeah, Manetti, what a crab,” Crusher said, joining them with his own towel tucked around his waist. Manetti finished drying, popped his butt up and wrapped the towel around himself. Instead of following the others, Chris flung his towel around his shoulders and sat provocatively with his legs spread wide for Brunswick benefit. Tobias and Mitchel had gone in the house and were bringing back several glasses filled with a fluorescent green liquid. Tobias took a look at Chris who was starting to get an erection. “Oh dear,” he said, handing the boy a glass. “And before any of the guests arrive.” “What is this, Mr. Glass,” Chris asked, as Tobias and Mitchel finished handing out the spirits. “It’s called le fée verte, a Towel Party tradition,” Tobias replied. “The green fairy,” Andy translated for Brunswick trying to distract him from Chris’ noticeable and none too shabby hairless boner. “Absinthe?” guessed Brunswick. “Certainement,” responded Mitchel. “We always have a shot before the festivities begin.” Crusher sniffed his glass. “They say, absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.” He looked up at Chris. The boy didn't really get the joke but liked Crusher and snickered anyway. Andy held his glass to the light of a tiki torch. “But it’s illegal, isn’t it?” Brunswick clucked his tongue turning to Andy. “And how many lines of coke have you done tonight, young man?” He ran his hand up Andy’s smooth leg, into his shorts and gave a squeeze. Andy beamed an embarrassed but radiant smile, a smile that showed just how smitten he was with the actor. “It's illegal? I’m in,” Chris said. He downed his glass all the while looking at Manetti. “Oh, yuck. Man! Nasty.” “Dear, boy,” Tobias rushed over to Chris. “It’s meant to be sipped.” He ruffled his blond mop. “Ew, I could just eat you up! Now, if you’re good," he said conspiratorially, "I’ll show you a little trick, but you’ll have to come to the table to see it. And you have to wrap your towel. You’re distracting everyone. Look. Poor Mister Crusher can’t keep from poking through his towel.” Several of the men took small sips. Manetti downed his absinthe in one defiant gulp, and followed Chris and Tobias to the patio table. Crusher followed and, true to what Tobias said, was having a time of it trying to keep his towel tied around himself with his very impressive hardon tenting out. When Manetti and Chris sat down on either side of Tobias, he refilled their drinks. Brunswick and Andy grew curious and gathered round the table. Over the two refilled glasses Tobias produced two slotted spoons and set them atop the rims. From the table’s sugar bowl Tobias picked out two sugar cubes, dipped them in his own absinthe and set them on the spoons. Mitchel dimmed the porch lights, then brought over a book of matches and lit the cubes. They all watched as a ghostly green flames wavered above the glasses. Tobias informed the group, “This is the old bohemian method of drinking absinthe.” He twisted the spoons and let the flaming cubes fall into the glass. The entire contents lit up, casting a bright green light over the men's faces. Chris was fascinated with the green fire. Manetti tried to look indifferent but felt slightly hypnotized by the light. Tobias extended his kimono-draped hand over the flame. “Et voila! The flaming green fairy.” “Appropriate,” quipped Crusher. That got even Manetti laughing. “Baudelaire loved it this way,” Mitchel said. Andy added, “I read so did Oscar Wilde.” “It brings out all sorts of dark impulses—‘harbinger of our darkest angels,’ wrote Poe.” Tobias stated. “You’ll soon see why Van Gogh painted in the manner he did. Now no cutting off Chris’ ear,” he wagged a finger at Manetti, who had no idea what the man was talking about. Chris held up the clouded green liquid and blew his out his flame. He waited till it was cool enough to drink and tasted a sip. “It’s like licorice,” he said. The rest of the men wanted to try their absinthe this way. Manetti shot back his again in a single gulp. As Tobias poured out another round, Mitchel warned everyone that cooking the absinthe made it a lot stronger and brought out the legendary hallucinatory qualities. “Yes, Mother,” Tobias sighed, igniting everyone’s drink. “Mr. Brunswick?” Chris said, feeling his chest. The combination of the coke and the initial effects of the absinthe had brought him round to seek advice from his hero. “Call me Chuck, Chris,” he said, blowing out the flame in his glass and taking a sip. “Mr. Chuck? I mean Chuck,” Chris snickered. He started tweaking his nipples without realizing it. Manetti pushed his hand down. “Um, what was I going to say? Oh yeah.” He took another sip before Manetti took his glass away. “You remember that episode where these crooks confronted a crooked cop, killed him and stole all his money?” “That set up, Chris,” he responded, rubbing a hand through his fleecy chest. He too was starting to feel the green fairy. “That seemed to happen in a lot of episodes.” “Yeah,” Chris said, looking at his idol’s chest, the pecs so round, his shoulders so hard. “Um, if there was a third guy that didn’t know any better, but the crooks got him to fetch them the illegal money, ‘cause the money was from drugs that the dirty cop had been skimming from, and this third innocent guy kills the two crooks, and steels their money, would Stacks Lightning still to track him down?” Manetti caught a quick exchange between Mitchel and Tobias. “He’d say the money should be turned over to the police, I would guess.” “But if he didn’t? If say, he bought…?” Chris looked at the mustache and wondered what it would feel like if Chuck was sucking his cock with the mustache brushing his skin, "bought a yacht..." or if they got into sixty-nining and the mustache was tickling his balls. “Dirty money has a habit of getting people dirty, son.” “That’s what I say, too. Makes you dirty,” Chris looked over at Manetti. “Real dirty.” There was a knock at the compound’s archway. The door opened, and an extremely buff Latino man with long caramel hair strolled in accompanied by a regal Black man with long flowing dreadlocks and a burly brown-bearded bear of a man. They all wore towels, their white masks and varying degrees of smiles. Tobias got up to greet his first guests putting on his own mask, while Manetti picked Chris up under his arm, saying he wanted to talk to him. He dragged the protesting Chris to their cabana, tossed him on the crusty bedsheets, and locked the door. “That’s it for you tonight. You’re grounded.” “No,” whined Chris, finding it difficult to get off the bed. “I want to play with those guys. I want to play with Chuck.” “You got too big of a mouth.” Chris was about to holler, but Manetti covered his mouth and pinned him to the bed. He raised a finger to warn Chris to behave, but Chris was struggled drunkenly and noisily. Manetti, too, was starting to feel the effects of the absinthe and knew he had to act quickly. He opened the nightstand’s drawer. He rifled through the paraphernalia. Out came a muzzle that went over Chris face. He cinched it tight. Chris tried to speak but his voice was severely muted. Manetti then took out some rope, tied the boy’s hands together and looped it into a discreet eye hook behind the headboard. Chris rolled around trying to get up but Manetti used his weight to secure the boy, first tying one leg, then the other, till the boy was spread eagle on the bed. He battled against the ropes, but the brat wasn’t going anywhere. Once he was assured Chris couldn’t escape, he observed his helplessness. Maybe it was the green fairy but he was starting to get arouse. His cock stirred beneath the folds of the towel. He looked the boy over, his eyes squinting with brooding thoughts. He sided up next to him and started stroking the defenseless boy’s cock, wanting him excited as he was. “So I’m a crab, am I?” Chris stopped contesting, and lay still. There was a new tone in Manetti’s voice, not quite playful anymore, a note of corrupt intent. “You know you've been trouble all night. You've been disobedient.” The tone his father took when he was about to get a beating. Manetti starting scanning the room. “Do you think I haven't noticed the gym bag’s not here. Where is it? What did you do with it?” he asked menacingly, not playing around. Not playing with his dick, just gripping it hard. Genuine fear lit up in Chris’ eyes. Manetti reached into the bondage drawer and brought out a thick studded dog collar. “I think it’s time we play a new game. A game where you learn your place, the same way Drax schooled me.” He locked the collar around Chris’ neck. He shuffled through the drawer’s contents, found something that brought up an evil smile. He pulled out a roll of copper wire and an electro stimulation kit. "I can stretch this game out for a very long time and it never leaves a trace. Or you can tell me where it is. The bag." Hearing no response, slowly he wrapped each one of Chris’ testicles tightly so they each stood out away from his body. He then attached alligator clips to the end of each wire and connected it to the kit. “Where it is?” He lubed his fingers and rubbed the tip of Chris erect shaft. With his other hand he turned on the machine. Chris instantly felt as if rubber bands were snapping his balls. The ceaseless electric shocks made his body dance on the bed. Manetti turned the dial down, and repeated the question. Chris refused to answer as much from his inborn stubbornness as resistance to Manetti coercion. Manetti turn the dial up again. He continued to rub the kid’s nob, beginning to confuse Chris’ sense between pleasure and pain. “The money, kid. Where. Is. It?” He turned the dial higher and stroked his fist tighter around Chris’ erection. Chris pleaded under his muzzle for Manetti to stop. Feeling the power he had over this boy, Manetti started playing with himself. He asked Chris, “It almost feels good, doesn’t it?” He jacked them both. “Almost.” He upped the voltage again and Chris shuddered, real tears forming in his eyes. “Under the house,” he confessed through his muzzle, praying Manetti would stop. “Which house? This house?” Chris nodded. “Too many people outside.” Manetti looked wild contemplating his next move. He stared at Chris like a stranger, his dark brows scowling. His looked changed from anger to hurt. “Why’d you hide it from me?" He dialed the kit back up not for fun but to make him feel pain like he felt. "I could have just swiped it you know.” The voltage going through his balls brought out a screamed but party music played and a large chorus of men milling around muffled his cry. Chris yelled for help. That made Manetti’s mask switch back to anger. He dial the machine up even higher. Chris repeatedly begged for him to stop, but his pleas were easily drowned out by the din and disco music. Manetti closed his eyes. He’d never saw this side of Manetti. Didn’t want to. “Stop!” came out as a muffled plea. Manetti turned off the kit. On re-opening his eyes were clouded, it looked like he didn’t recognize Chris, only that he had a tied up naked body before him. From the drawer he withdrew a leather hood that covered Chris' head down to his cheeks leaving only two hole for his eyes to peer through. He laid a case on the bed and unzipped it. The case revealed twelve shiny metal instruments, long rods whose widths ran from thin to very thick, secured onto a bed of red velvet. Manetti removed one of the thinner ones. He was still stroking the thin body of the boy, but stopped momentarily to grease the rod. “You need to mind completely. Do whatever ever I say when I say it.” He pushed Chris’ pole straight up. With his pinky finger, he pushed lubricant into the boy’s piss slit, then held the instrument against the opening. He let it slide in about an inch, sending shockwaves over Chris as he realized what was about to happen. Manetti took a firm grip of his cock and stroking it, encouraged the weight of the rod to penetrate the boy’s urethra. It slowly made its way down. At first Chris bucked against the invasion, but that made the rod fall even faster so he stopped, tried to accept it, and felt it ooze steadily and unrelentingly downward. He flung his head back and forth at the odd and unnatural sensation. Never thought anything could enter him so intimately, so overwhelming his sense of what could and what couldn’t be done to his body. With every inch he wanted to it out of him, but with every inch it seduced him by its callous indifference. There was a slight S-shape bend in it, and about four inches in, it fell quickly in line with the contours of his channel, slid swiftly in all the way. Manetti then once again started stroking him. The thrill of steel violating his body like this, having Manetti control all his senses, was enough to bring him to an orgasm in spite of the perversity or perhaps because of it. Manetti read how the faceless body bucked in his hand. He released the cock and let it bob on its own, as the kid twitched but didn’t cum. He pulled the tip of the rod almost all the way out then let it slide back in again on its own accord. After minutes of these internal dick fucks, Chris grew to desire this new feeling of his penis being tortured, loved that Manetti was his torturer. When Manetti allowed him to jerk his cock into his hand, Chris realized this man could do anything to him he wanted. “Are you a good boy?” Manetti pulled out one of the thicker instruments and held it up to Chris to contemplate. Chris shook his head both with fear and excitement. “No, you won’t be good?” Chris nodded that he would. “Oh, you’re saying you want this?” Chris shook his head no. “Doesn’t really matter what you want, boy.” The man pulled the tip of the sound out, lubed the new thicker rod, pushed more lube in his slit and held the sound against Chris’ thin opening. “I’ll eventually fuck your cock with my pinkie. Think you’ll like that?” Manetti pushed the thicker sound into his piss slit. Chris cried No! under his muzzle, but the heavy rod dropped steadily and painfully down his shaft, stretching it wider than his urethra was meant to stretch. The boy rasped inside his muzzle, his body shaking at the odd and torturous discomfort. Manetti had started stroking him again, again confusing his receptors, unable to determine whether he wanted this feeling or wanted it to stop. Manetti wouldn’t stop either way so he laid there while the rod inched his way down, aided by Manetti’s pumping fist. The rod halted about three inches into his shaft. Manetti eased his grip and with his fingers started rubbing the spot in his shaft just below where the sound had stopped. The finger stimulated Chris’ urethra, involuntary inviting the painful invader to continue its journey. It fell in deeper. Manetti kept at him, lightly scratching further down his shaft, provoking the painful acceptance of the monstrously thick instrument. Tiring of how long it was taking, Manetti pushed the remaining inch of the sound into Chris, who let out a muffled holler of pain. He then took sadistic delight in pulling the large rod out and back in, spending an extraordinary amount of time watching the boy’s body go from excruciating agony to mild excitement and, eventually, complete rapture. The boy gradually began fucking the air, gyrating his hips. “Good little pain pig. That’s it, be daddy’s pain addict. You like this, don’t you, fucker.” Chris' brain was too addled to respond. All he knew to do was fuck the air harder to keep the instrument poking his prostate. He’d convulse uncontrollably, then return to fucking the fucker inside his shaft. He was ready to blow but Manetti felt darker impulses emerge. He pulled off the boy's mask and intimately appraised Chris face. How easy it was, Manetti thought, to pervert the boy. How the kid’s instincts, being Ben’s brother, were on the slutty side anyway. He decided he wanted to be the one to push him over the edge, make him a dirtier pig than even he was. He left the sound where it was and searched the drawer withdrawing several plastic tubes, a metal ball clam and hex key, and a hand pump, and placed all of it on the bed. “You think you’re some fucking clean cut kid. But I know there’s a dirty street whore in you, a homeless pussy boy who'd do anything for a meal, anything for his next fix.” He licked the kid’s nipple and placed one of the smaller tubes over it and pumped it till it sucked in a good inch of the kid’s tit. He did the same for the other one. It didn’t hurt but Chris saw how plump his nipples were in the vacuum. Soon he’d have utters like Manetti and Master Drax. Manetti unwrapped the copper wire and pulled Chris’ balls painfully down, locking the thick ball weight around his stretched testicles. With the hex key, he locked it in place. “Who owns you now, boy?” “You do, Sir,” Chris called out from under the muzzle, hoping Manetti would let him go. “Hardly mine yet, boy,” Manetti replied. “Soon though. Sometime tonight you're going to prove to me you're a whore. Only then will you'll be mine.” He picked out a very large butt plug with a metal strip running down it. He generously applied lube and twisted it into Chris ass, who grunted as it was going in. As it stretched his ass open to the object’s full width, Chris’ protesting cries came to a crescendo. His ass lips slipped over its wide smooth edge and, as it quickly narrowed, his sphincter pulled it into himself. Chris breathed heavily trying to adjust to the huge object now inside his rectum. Its base kept his anus opened with a constant three inch stretch. Manetti took the wire that came out of the butt plug’s base and connected it into the electro kit. He then took an alligator clip and attached it to the tip of the thick sound going into the boy's shaft. He adjusted some setting and flicked it on. “This cycles up for a very long time before it comes back down. You’re going to love it. Or maybe not. I didn’t at first, but Drax used it to finally persuade me to not only use my hole, but to be it.” Chris felt the first tiny spark slowly run down his penis, then snap sharply through his prostate and land on the metal edge of the butt plug traveling from inner tip slowly ascending out to his sphincter. Once the journey ended, it began again. Tip, to root, snap through his prostate, and run out his hole. It didn't really hurt, more or less tickled. “Do you know the story of the frog who was put in a bowl of warm water and was slowly boiled to death?” Manetti asked the muzzled Chris. “That’s the setting on the machine. It's called the boiled frog. The voltage increases so slowly you won’t realize when it eradicates what's up here,” he said, tapping Chris’ temple. “After, all you’ll see yourself as, is as a hole.” The spark was manageable. Not painful. Its regularity was almost soothing. Almost. Manetti got up and after washing up in the bathroom came back in and searched his jeans, pulling out a small baggy of white powder. “Holy Christ, do you even know how hot you look right now, baby? I don’t know why," he said with glossy eyes, "but I'm lovin' the idea of whoring you out all night. I want you to take so many loads you’re going to be shitting cum into next week.” He returned to the bathroom and soon came back with two orange-capped rigs. Tapping the vial to the light, Manetti said, his voice dispassionate and clinical, “This’ll get you through the next hour. You want to flirt with Crusher and Brunswick? I’ll let you play with them all you want. I want everyone to play with you, but first they gotta pay. Don’t move your arm.” Manetti felt for a protruding vein, stuck him, saw the flash of red, and slammed him good. Chris coughed beneath the muzzle. Manetti ran a hand across his hot flesh, his skinny ribs, the smooth concave belly. He lightly stroked the boy’s flicking dick. The kid responded with the expected quiver everywhere he touched. He removed the muzzle. “You want dick, don’t you, boy?” Chris licked his lips as if starving. “Yeah, Sir,” he said in a steady and determined voice, eyes like large black pearls. “Lots of dick. And fist, Sir. Lots of fists.” Chris bobbed his head eagerly, mouthed a silent thank you. Every now and then his hips twitched as the voltage leapt through his prostate. “Don’t thank me yet,” Manetti responded, uncapping his rig. He stuck himself, rode the rush, and steadied himself with a hand on the door. He turned off the lights, opened the drapes, and left Chris to spin, while he went out to fuck someone or get fucked, he didn’t give a fuck which, and then come back to fetch Chris for his first trick of many. The door clicked shut. In the dark, Chris laid spread eagle on the bed, rushing wildly, shuddering lightly. Pain sat with him so he wasn’t alone. It was becoming familiar, pain was, not a friend exactly—maybe more of an escort. He glanced through the window, each round of electricity growing a little more pronounced, drilling a bit deeper into his permanent hard wiring. He looked up. Outside, in the wavering light of the pool, a sea of a thousand naked men swam toward him. ***

I enjoyed it from the first squirt. Now, that one was clear. I've tasted worse since, but the taste is not the point. As with bitter man-seed, receiving a man's waste water in your mouth is a privilege. Gulp it and be nothing but grateful.

Part 4 - Friday Funday Mark was awakened by his phone ringing and finally got to it right before it went to voicemail. “Hello,” he answered in a groggy voice. It was his mom. “Did you make it okay? Have you talked to Joel? Why not?” It was a one-sided conversation in which he couldn’t get time to answer the questions with more than one word before she started the next question. He just let her talk until she was done and told her everything would be fine. He would talk to Joey after he finished classes today and not to worry. He tossed the phone on the bed and wandered into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and said to himself “This is not going to be fun.” He shaved, showered and brushed his teeth and went over to the dresser. He grabbed some clothes to put on, a jock, a pair of jeans and a tee. The clothes were all tight fitting and showed off his body nicely - bulge, bubble butt, abs, pecs and biceps. He decided that he needed a decent meal since yesterday diet of coffee and sex left him pretty starved. Mark wandered down to the lobby area where they had a continental breakfast laid out. Not many people were there since it was 8:30 AM. A family with a mom, dad and two little kids; an elderly couple; and a large middle aged woman. The dad was his mid 30s and was not unattractive. He probably was a jock in his high school and college days, but life as a family man was obviously taking its toll. He looked tired and was putting on some weight. The kids were screaming for their food, tugging at his pants for attention and constantly changing what they wanted. Mark grabbed a bowl and put some fresh fruit and yogurt in it, then grabbed another bowl and filled it with cereal and milk. He set the bowls at an empty table and grabbed a cup of coffee. He sat down and chuckled - his mom would be proud of him eating a nutritious meal. As he ate breakfast he caught up on emails and the news. Getting up to get another cup of coffee he overheard the mom tell her husband "See? You don’t want to look like that. All those ugly tattoos. You can barely see his skin. UGH! He’s probably a drug dealer.” Laughing to himself, Mark thought 'She must be talking about me. That poor pussy-whipped sucker is stuck listening to her bitch at him for the next 50 years unless he divorces her - or kills her'. Mark cleaned his table off and took his coffee back to the room. Looking at the clock he had six and a half hours until he needed to be at Joey’s apartment. “Let’s see who’s around” he thought to himself and grabbed his hookup phone. The apps on this phone were a lot different than his normal phone. No news or weather apps, just a couple hookup apps, a Craigslist app and a web browser. He looked through the apps and Craigslist and there was nothing of interest. “Probably a bit too early for any students” he guessed. He grabbed the car keys and his 'fuck bag' which contained lube, poppers and a safety pin and decided to take a wander around town to see if any of his old haunts were still there. Driving around he was amazed at how much it had changed. New strip malls where cheap student housing used to be. New names for old bars. His favorite ABS was now an office building parking lot. He drove over to the campus and parked the car. Suddenly he felt a little old or the freshmen looked really young, he couldn’t decide which. Wandering around he ended up at the library and decided to check out the restrooms he used to cruise in. Walking in to the first one he immediately noticed the security camera on the ceiling. 'Damn, there’s no action gonna happen here', he thought. He hit the other one in the basement that usually attracted the kinkier guys and found the same thing. 'Fuck, where do guys hookup around here'? He remembered the storage room over in the old engineering building and wandered that way. When he got close all he saw was a crane with a wrecking ball and the building mostly demolished. His heart sank. He had sucked and fucked a lot there during his tenure. He walked around a bit more and sat down on a park bench and pulled out the phone. More people were on the apps but nothing really looked good. Getting on Craigslist he did a few searches and only found one that looked promising: Horny bottom cub looking for hot sex. 27, 5’10, 200lbs, furry ass, safe or bb, anon ok The pics looked decent, especially the one with him laying in a sling. He decided what the fuck and sent a reply including his phone number and a couple of his own pics - the obligatory dick pic and a body shot. He kept searching with different terms and wasn’t finding much else when his phone rang. He answered and it was the cub from Craigslist. They traded questions and answers for a minute and Mark got the address. Half an hour to get there was more than enough time so he went back to the car and drove to the address to check the area out. Finding nothing suspicious, he found a spot to park and waited five minutes. Taking out a lube packet and the brown popper bottle he put them in his jeans pocket. No need for the safety pin to sabotage a condom, since the guy wanted a raw fuck and sounded excited when Mark had told him he never pulls out to cum. Walking up to the door of the house Mark took one last look around to make sure he was safe and knocked on the door. The door opened and standing in front of him was the guy in just a black jockstrap and a black leather harness. Just like the pictures, if not better. It looked like he had been working out a bit since the pics were taken and was turning into a sexy muscle cub. He had dark hair, a slightly bushy beard, fur covering his chest, abs and legs. Mark introduced himself saying “Hey, I’m the guy who from the Craigslist ad”. The cub took a look around and smiled before asking Mark to come inside. Mark followed him back to the bedroom and could smell the pot smoke lingering around. The bedroom was a little small but it was obvious a lot of sex had happened there. The bed had restraints on each corner, there were a couple boxes of various toys next to the bed and there was a large eyelet screwed into the ceiling. Mark grabbed the cub by his harness and pulled him close, roughly kissing him before pushing him back a bit and spitting in his mouth. “You ready, fucker?” Mark asked. “Yes Sir!” was the response. Mark didn’t consider himself a Dom, but he could become quite dominant given the right bottom and this guy fit the bill. He quickly shed his clothes and took the lube and poppers out and tossed them on the bed. Grabbing the cub by the harness again he pushed him back next to the bed and then pushed him to his knees. The cub was on Mark’s cock in a second and started licking all around it before grabbing the PA with his teeth and tugging. Mark grinned as he looked down watching the guy suck his cock like a pro. The cub was rougher than most with his cock sucking and it set the tone for an aggressive fuck. After using his tongue on Mark’s balls, shaft, head and piercing he swallowed Mark’s cock all the way down. Mark gasped and then moaned in pleasure. Not many guys had been able to swallow his cock that easily and with each passing moment Mark realized that this guy was going to be a great fuck. Mark began to fuck the guys face, driving his cock deep and holding it there for several seconds until he felt the cub start to struggle. Each time he did it, he waited just a bit longer, depriving the cub of air. With his cock covered in spit and throat slime, Mark lifted the cub to the bed, spun him around and got him on all fours. Mark looked at the cub’s furry ass and licked his lips. Many of Mark’s friends were not into hairy asses, but they really turned him on. Licking up from the cub’s balls, over his taint and along the crack he tasted the cub’s scent. Licking up to the cub’s hole, he zeroed in on his target. He was disappointed that he couldn’t taste any cum from an earlier breeding. Fucking the hole with his tongue he felt the hole start to open and relax. He sucked on the pucker and forced some of his spit inside. Moving his hand over the furry butt cheek, he pushed a finger in next to his tongue. Feeling the warmth of the cub’s hole he began to alternate his tongue and finger inside the hole. The cub was groaning in pleasure at the assplay and Mark started to get more aggressive with his finger before adding a second finger. Mark felt his cock starting to drip precum and knew both of them were ready for the real fuck. Mark stood up and rubbed the piercing around the cub’s ring. Grabbing the lube packet, he ripped it open and dripped some on and in the cub’s hole. Adding some to the tip and shaft of his cock he leaned in and started to push. He felt the hole relax and the ring and head slipped inside before the hole tightened around it. “Aaaahhhh, fuck yeah” Mark muttered as he continued pushing his cock into the cub’s velvety hole. Grabbing the cub's hips, Mark began to fuck, thrusting in harder and harder until his cock was planted all the way in. The cub was rocking his ass back to meet Mark’s thrusts and Mark was bouncing off the cub’s furry, muscled butt each time. Between the lube and Mark’s precum the cub’s hole was slick and easy to power fuck. The cub for his part was working his ass muscles and milking Mark’s cock. Mark pulled out and pushed the cub into the middle of the bed. Standing on the bed straddling the cub, Mark bent down and slammed his cock back into the cub. The cub grunted and responded “Fuck yes, Sir!” Mark’s sweat was dripping off of him on to the cub's back as he pounded the cub’s ass with long hard strokes. With the cub gripping Mark’s cock with his ass, Mark soon felt his balls start to tighten up and his cock engorge. With his final few stroke, he slammed his cock hard into the cub and his cock began to shoot volley after volley of diseased cum into the cub’s hole. Mark fell on top of the cub and piston’d his cock in a few more times before pulling out. Both of them rolled over on the bed breathing hard. The cub spoke first “Thanks man, that was awesome. I love feeling my ass full of cum.” Mark replied “Yeah, that was fuckin’ good. You really know how to work a cock. Thanks”. After a minute the cub said “I hope you don’t mind taking off, but I have another guy coming over in about 10 minutes and it gets awkward the tops run into each other.” Mark chuckled and said “No problem man. You’re all lubed for him, that's for sure.” Mark got up and put his clothes back on and walked to the front door, the cub close behind. Mark slapped his ass and said “Thanks, enjoy the load,” before walking out the door and to his car. Mark had worked up an appetite from the fuck, so he drove over to a sandwich shop he used to go to. Thankfully it was still there. Going in, he got his 'usual', a spicy italian sub with fresh mozzarella and a drink. He chowed down on the sandwich and felt the burn of the spicy meats and giardiniera. His energy replenished, Mark opened his phone again and looked around to see what fun he might be able to squeeze in before going back to the hotel for a shower and then meeting up with his brother. Looking through the apps and CL again, he found a few more things that looked promising but nothing that sounded great. Finally he found a guy that was looking for a 'quick pump and dump, no blowjobs'. The guy had a good description 'gwm, ex-jock, cumdump btm 5’6, 155, tight ass' and it said 'BB only, no loads refused'. Hmmm. A few messages back and forth and they had a meeting time and place. No mention was made about status and Mark wasn’t going to tell unless he had to. The street sounded familiar, but Mark couldn’t figure out why. The guy wanted to meet/fuck in the storage room of his apt building in case his roommate came home. The guy said he was on his way back from classes so he needed a bit of time to clean up. Mark had 45 minutes to kill so he drove around a bit more hoping to see a few more places he used to go to still there. A few minutes before the meeting time, Mark pulled up to a large apartment building. Then it hit him. This is where his brother lived. Same fucking address. Crap. What was he going to do? The pics didn’t look like his brother, which was a relief, but he didn’t want to possibly run into Joey having just fucked a hookup, but to cancel now would be a dick move, so he decided to chance it. Besides, he was horny again and his cock was half hard already. Mark grabbed a new lube packet and the poppers and went in to the building, down the stairs, to end of the hall and the door on the right. Knock twice, followed by a single knock. The door opened and there stood the guy. “Sup” was all the guy said. The description matched perfectly, so Mark walked into the storage room and followed the guy to the end of the aisle and turned. There were some boxes there and the guy pushed his gym shorts down showing a bare, hairless, muscled bubble butt. Mark grabbed the poppers and took a hit and passed them to the guy who did a couple hits. Mark dropped his jeans down and pulled out his semi-rigid cock and stroked it several times until it was hard. Lubing the guy's ass from the packet, he put some on his cock and spread the guy's ass cheeks, teased the guy's hole for a couple seconds and then pushed in. Mark heard the guy grunt out “Oh my fucking god, oh fuck fuck fuck,” as Mark shoved his cock in balls-deep in with one long push. He knew he was tearing the hell out of the guy's hole, but Mark felt if you say “no loads refused” it really means “poz me up” and Mark was going to try his best. Once he got all the way in he didn’t wait to start pounding the guy's hole with no mercy. His body kept slamming into the guy's ass over and over. Mark ground his hips as he was thrusting in. All you could hear in the room was the drone of some building equipment, the slapping of skin, Mark’s grunts and the guys constant “Oh fuck.” Mark was being rough and brutal and his goal was to make this guy a 'one and done' conversion. Some jackrabbit fucking followed by several hard thrusts jabbing into the walls of his ass. Pull all the way out and slam back in. Finally Mark couldn’t last any longer and drove his cock in deep and felt the pulsations as his balls pumped the demon seed into the guy. The breeding complete, Mark pulled his cock out and saw his cock covered in cum and blood. He grabbed the guys shorts and pulled them up, wiping his cock on them before letting the shorts snap tight around the guy's waist. “Thanks, bud” Mark said and walked out of the room, letting the door close behind him. Mark hurried out of the building and back to the car hoping he wouldn’t run into Joey. Looking at his phone he saw the time - 19 minutes from meet to breed to gone. Perfect. The phone buzzed with a message. It was from the guy he just fucked. “OMG that was hot. Can we do again tomorrow?” Mark just laughed “Greedy fucker” and drove back to the hotel. Mark walked in the room and it was sparkling clean. The stained bedspread was replaced and the stack of extra towels was even higher. A note was on the pillow with a wrapped piece of chocolate and his butt plug, all cleaned. The note read simply “Thanks again, Dennis.” Mark showered and put some clean clothes on and laid down on the couch watching TV. He set the alarm on his phone and laid his head back to take a quick nap.

Do love a good piss fuck. I remember twice when I did not tell my bottom first that i was going to fill him up with more than my load of cum. Man, the look on their faces when they realise they now have an ass full of hot piss as well as cum. One guy could not hold it at all (it was a heavy load of piss) and it was just leaking back out all over my balls and legs as I continued to fuck him. He wanted me to stop, but he really ought to have thought that through when he asked me to tie him up in the sling and use his ass.

Eventually I had enough, and headed downstairs on shaking legs, sweating and with cum dribbling down my legs. I hit the showers and cleaned up and felt better afterwards.There was a small coffee area through a door to one side. I went up to the counter and asked for a coffee from the guy who'd buzzed me in. He grinned at me "Having fun?" I grinned back and nodded. "I need a break." He laughed "That's if you can sit down by now?" I reflected on my puffy, gaping hole and knew what he meant. There were two armchairs already taken, and a sofa on which sat two men, one of whom I recognised as the tattooed, short guy who'd first fucked me. In the brighter light, I could see he was older than I'd thought and his riot of tattoos covered his sagging flesh. The other guy was thin, with lank, greasy hair and a large pot belly protruding over his pale thighs. They moved up and I sat between them. "Hi," said the tattooed guy. Then he leaned in and whispered "Nice arse by the way. Enjoyed breeding you." I blushed and sipped my coffee. "I'm Pete, by the way, and this is my partner James." James just nodded, and I noted how his towel had carelessly opened to reveal a thick, sem-hard cock and heavy balls below his belly. "Not seen you here before." Continued Pete. "No, first time. Didn't know it was a specials night." Pete raised an eyebrow. "The guys here tend to be regulars. You mean you didn't know until you got here?" I shook my head and shrugged ruefully. "Guess it's a bit late to worry about it now." James guffawed and stroked his cock. "I'll say! After your performance upstairs I think you'll soon be joining the club!" The guy behind the counter leered at us and called over. "And if not, you two have got just the ticket, eh?" "What did he mean?" I asked Pete as the counter guy went off to let someone in. Pete reached over and began to caress my nipples as James put his hand on my thigh. "We're both poz, as you can guess, but we 'ain't on meds and never will. Viral loads are through the roof." His towel had come open and I saw his erect cock with a drool of precum in the slit. This was the cock which had been in me already, spurting its poisoned seed deep in my guts. I felt my heart lurch in excitement, terror and shame as I faced the reality that I had almost certainly been pozzed by this man. But my cock was making a tent of my towel and he squeezed it tight as he saw the shock briefly in my eyes. "Bloody hell!" Said James. "He wants it bad, don't he Pete?" Pete kissed me, his hand still on my erection through the towel. "Why don't we go upstairs and find a room?" He whispered. " Let's make sure you leave here pregnant tonight, eh?" They stood up and he held out his hand. "Well? Are you coming?" I looked up into their faces, flushed with excitement and pure lust and took his hand. "Oh god, yes...I think I really want this."