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007 - Ruined Raff opened the door. He and Dev said nothing as Dev entered. Raff just nodded down the hallway towards us, then went back into Jesse’s room. Dev stomped towards us, his chunky boots making each step feel like it was shaking the room. That tattoo really did go everywhere. His face was covered in so much black ink, a person would be forgiven for not even realizing he was white, from a distance. His hair was a short mohawk, and he had a look of pure fury on his face. He wore a white vest, though even as he entered the front room, he pulled it off and threw it to one side. He took one look at Jesse. “Fuck off.” He barked, and those two words were the closest thing to a complete sentence I’d ever hear him say. Jesse instantly shot off and, winking at me, scampered off towards his room. I was completely alone, with this diseased madman. He gripped me by the hair and yanked me off the sofa, onto my knees. My scalp burned with pain, and I let out a yelp, but Dev clearly didn’t care. He thrust my face into his denim crotch, and instantly, the smell of his body filled me. It was disgusting and intoxicating at the same time. I tried pulling away, terrified by how rough he was, but that only made it worse, as he slapped me with the hand that wasn’t holding me in place. Once he was sure I’d stopped resisting, that hand went to his belt buckle. In one smooth movement, he got everything undone and pulled his cock out - no underwear to slow him down. It was a deadly weapon hanging before me, not quite fully hard yet, but still huge. The chunk of metal hanging out of the tip must have added a couple of extra pounds to the weight by itself. It scraped against my teeth as he forced it into my mouth. There was nothing for me to do except kneel and take it. I was powerless. Dev didn’t even let me control how to suck his cock, he just held my head still and fucked my mouth. His dick wasn’t as big as Raff’s, but the piercing made it much harder to manage, and Dev showed no mercy. I choked and gagged, snorting out of my nose, which earned me another smack. It was all I could do to keep my teeth open wide enough to not cause any problems. The feeling of the piercing bashing against the back of my throat made me want to throw up, but I knew that Dev wouldn’t stop even if I did, so I forced myself to keep it under control. It went on for what felt like ages, but I couldn’t get used to it the way that I would with any other dick. The shape of the piercing, and the force of Dev’s thrusts always felt unnatural, never becoming any easier to take. I couldn’t tell how deep he went, but my lips were definitely reaching the black tattoo. For a minute, I thought I might actually die choking on this monstrous cock, but it finally came to an end. Dev pulled out of my throat one last time, then smacked me once more, hard enough that, in my weak and confused state, I lost my balance and fell. My face was a mess, I could tell. My eyes were streaming tears down my face, while mucus and saliva dribbled out of my nose and mouth. Dev didn’t even seem to notice, much less mind. While I was trying to find my way back onto my knees, he went over to the mirror and made a line for himself. Judging by the length of the snort I heard, it must have been a pretty big one. I’d barely stabilized myself when Dev was back on me. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up, throwing me face down onto the sofa. Holding me down by the back of the neck with one hand, I felt the other on the buttplug that I had completely forgotten was there. The force he yanked it out at made me yelp, but my ass didn’t stay empty for long. I felt something cold and wet against my hole, as the piercing pushed into me, and then he was inside me. That infected monster was about to breed me, and I couldn’t stop him. He showed no more mercy on my ass than he did on my throat. With nothing more than my spit and the leftover lube from the plug, he rammed himself into me. I yelled out, but he didn’t relent. In just a couple of thrusts, I could feel his balls slapping against me, the full length of him tearing my ass apart. “Holy fuck!” I yelled. “Holy fucking fuck!” A couple more thrusts, and Dev was freely, easily pounding into me. My ass offered so little resistance to him, it was as if I got fucked like this every day of the week. My body was nothing more than a useless hole for Dev to fuck, but my head was swimming in the cocktail of drugs I’d dunked it into. Jesse’s voice seemed to echo around my head. He’s given me his gift. He’s made me like him. And Dev is going to do the same to you. I let out moans and whimpers. We’ll both be free. No more fucking around with condoms and stupid rules. We can fuck like real men. Unbidden, images of Raff breeding Jesse came back into my head. My stomach felt like it was churning in a storm. For a minute, I thought I was still going to be sick, but I realized it was something else. Dev pulled out of me completely, and for a foolish second, I actually thought he was finished. But instead, he flipped me over onto my back. I looked up at him, and what I saw was horrific, like some devil standing over me. He was sweaty and his face looked furious. I realized, far too late, that the symbol on his stomach was a biohazard mark. Some voice in the back of my brain found that quite funny. But it wasn’t the sight of him that horrified me. What horrified me was my own cock, rock hard, begging for attention. Dev pushed my legs up to get at my hole, and rammed himself back into me. He got something he always wanted, he just needs a few minutes to accept it, Raff’s voice said. Dev’s face twisted into a wicked grin as he stared straight into my eyes. Sweat dripped down from his face, onto mine. A drop landed near my lips and instinctively, I licked it up. There are people who would die for my cum. Dev shifted his arms, and suddenly, his hands were wrapping around my neck. Dev’s become a lot more fucked up since he came off his meds. His grip tightened. He was strangling me, and my cock felt like it was going to explode. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’ was all I could say, though with Dev choking me, it sounded more like weak grunts and gurgles than any kind of actual word. I was getting light headed, and my vision started going funny. Things went blurry, and Dev’s tattoos looked like they were moving. Was this a hallucination? I’d never hallucinated before. My brain made Dev’s face take on all sorts of horrific forms. One second, black horns seemed to be erupting from the tattoos on his head. The next, he looked like he was snarling like some horrible beast. For a moment, Dev was gone completely, replaced by anyone my mind felt like conjuring. Jesse, Reese, Raff, old partners and fuck buddies, even a teacher I’d had a crush on back in school. “Look at me!” Dev growled, and my eyes suddenly refocused on him. His face was turning red and he was gritting his teeth. His hands were still at my throat, though not quite so tight. He must have realized just how close to passing out I was. “Fuck! Fuck! Fucking take it, you cunt! Take it!” He yelled so loud it hurt my ears. He slammed all the way into my ass, and I could feel him erupt into me. It felt like an eternity as his balls unloaded their filth into my waiting ass, and I let out a long moan in time with the growling grunt that Dev was making. He started bucking his hips, fucking his load into me, even before he’d finished pumping it out. He stayed in me for a while longer, and we just looked at each other. His wicked grin was back, and he licked his lips, which made me smile, despite myself. My cock was still rock hard between us, but I didn’t want to do anything with it. All I cared about was the feeling in my hole. I’d been converted. That piercing must have torn my insides up, and Dev felt like he’d cum enough to fill a bathtub. There was no way his gift wasn’t already in my bloodstream. If I felt any panic about that then, the drugs completely drowned it out. Dev leaned forwards. I thought he was going to kiss me for a minute, but instead, he simply licked up the side of my face, tasting my sweat and leaving a trail of spit. He must have noticed my dick getting squashed between our stomachs, because when he moved back up, he looked down at it. With a gross snorting sound, Dev spat on my cock. The feeling made me gasp. He took hold of me, pumping my dick and covering it in his spit. It felt good. Finally, I felt him pull out of me. My body felt completely ruined, and all I could do was lay there, covered in all our fluids, as he pulled his jeans back up. Without another word, or even a look back, Dev turned and left the room, grabbing his vest as he went. A moment later, I heard the front door slam shut.

I have a male/male couple I met a couple years ago. One guy is a vers bottom and the other is total bottom. I see them once in awhile when I'm horny and they can host. Yesterday I was so fucking horned up I was looking online for some ass. My buddy was online and we chatted about they needing dick and me needing ass. Well, within an hour I was at their place with my clothes off and getting a nice blow job. We put on the porn and all started getting hard. It was so hot watching the vers guy get hard and slowly slide up bottom guy's hole. His dick is a bit bigger than mine and watching it go in and out of the hole was amazing. My cock was stiff and at attention. Bottom guy was lubricated but the amazing thing is that when turned on his ass actually lubes it self somehow. The result is a smooth as hell fuck and it draws out your cum. Vers guy is thrusting in and out. Bottom is pumping his ass back against vers guy. It was hot watching this couple fucking and doing things to each other that had them moaning and groaning with pleasure. My cock was dripping. Vers guy started pumping his cock deeper and deeper inside bottom guy. Bottom guy is almost shouting with joy at his hole being wrecked and pounded. I was behind them stroking my cock watching the action as vers guy shot a huge load inside bottom hole. His cock and balls contracting as he filled his partner up with seed. Of course that makes me so fucking hot. I love sliding inside a wet hole. Nothing better. As soon as vers guy gets off I tell bottom guy not to move and I climb on top of him.. My hard cock slides back and forth against his hole. Every time the head of my cock rubs his ass hole we both moan with pleasure. My cock finds it target and I slide inside. I thrust and pump..It feels so great. My bare cock deep inside his warm wet hole. I fuck and fuck and finally I can feel mycock starting to expand. I hit some poppers and boom my load shoots out and deep inside him. I didn't miss a beat as I kept fucking his hole and shot another load inside shortly after. As I get off and lay back to rest, vers guy swoops on my cock and cleans it off. He lovingly sucks my cock and eats my cum. HOT. ATM is so hot. I am getting hard.. Vers guy lays on his stomach (my favorite. I can pound hard) and spreads his cheeks wide apart. "Please fuck me" is all he had to say. I'm on top fucking and pumping. Sooner than later (too soon) I start shooting another load deep inside his hole. Total of 3 loads so far. We chill and relax a bit before I start fucking bottom again. All told I spent 3 hours there fucking and gave out 6-7 loads..Pure bliss!!

Jeff and I left the resort and took a taxi to the airport as there were no ubers back then. In the cab, I was thinking about the load Jeff had filled me with just before checkout. As we exited the cab, before entering the terminal, Jeff pulled out two Benson and Hedges menthols and handed me one. I lit mine and took a long deep drag. Jeff commented to how expertly I exhaled the smoke. Walking to the security area I again thought about the loads I had taken over the last three days. Taking our seats I just looked at Jeff with total lust. Thinking about how he had made me feel so special. I put my hand on my recently pierced ear and rotated the piercing studs as I had been instructed. The plane was jetting down the runway when Jeff leaned into my ear and whispered something that was ominous. Todd I should have told you that your uncle and I are both HIV positive and off of our meds. After what we did this weekend, you are probably poz too I was feeling quite conflicted. Three days ago I was a virgin and today I might be on my way to being HIV positive. Then I felt the urge to fart, but when I did all I felt was something warm and wet between my briefs and my crotch. Our plane landed and Uncle Pete was waiting for us at baggage claim. He noticed my ear and just winked at Jeff and me. Heading to Uncle Pete's car he pulled out his pack of Benson and Hedges menthols, and Jeff said "hand one of those to Todd." Uncle Pete just smiled and said, "you've grown up a lot this weekend, Toddy." More to come(cum). Let me know how you like this post, 97% is somewhat fictional but not all.

Part 11 “Alright Rob, it’s my turn now; help lube me up will you?” Rob smiled and grabbed a lube bottle. “No not with that – fish out some of your cum from that little hole and lube me up properly; you know cum makes the best lube – we’re co-stars remember?” Rob chuckled as he dug his fingers into Pablo’s winking ass hole to scoop out some of his freshly deposited cum. “Don’t be afraid to scrape the sides to make sure you get enough; as you can see its going to take a lot of lube to cover my throbbing monster.” Rob did as he was told and started applying the pink tinged cum to Dolf's cock. Rob could barely get his hand around Dolf’s engorged cock so it took a minute or two to fully coat it with cum. Dolf grinned and winked at Rob, “Add a couple of small shards to the end because he is going to need a little bump for this ride; OK, now watch this.” Dolf then slowly pushed the big head past Pablo’s sphincter. Pablo gasped at the entry but was soon silenced as someone stepped up to effectively gag him with another cock. As Rob watched, it appeared as if the scorpion was indeed crawling into a cavern and then it would back its way out. Rob stared at the sight for a few minutes; back and forth, back and forth, it was hypnotizing for him to watch as Dolf stretched open Pablo’s hole and the black scorpion creeped into the widening entrance. “Time to give this new whore a pounding he’ll never forget, as well as a souvenir from his trip that will last a lifetime.” Dolf grunted while he began to actively punish Pablo’s hole harder and faster. Rob felt like he was going to get knocked off the stage with all the activity from Dolf thrusting and swinging Pablo back and forth in the sling, so he backed down the stairs to give Dolf some room and enjoy the show. At the bottom of the stairs, Rob spied a couple of smiling familiar faces. Standing there were Jesse the bartender and short muscle stud Cody whom he had met earlier in that night. “Hey guys, what’s up?” The pair each grabbed one of Rob’s nipples and tweaked it while patting him on the back for a job well done. Cody smiled and said “You just threw down an awesome fuck Rob, you really showed your colors as a true Dominant Top by the way you so skillfully used that jock butt and took his cherry!” “I have to agree, it was really hot watching you fuck; based on that performance, maybe you should consider porn as a career,” added Jesse. “How was that hot hairy little soccer stud ass,” asked Jesse. These two were really building Rob’s ego and he loved the attention. “The ass was really tight, I had to work while drilling it to get him to open up and take my cock; although the T we gave him helped him adjust and comply.” They all nodded in agreement. “That’s pretty evident now from the way the cock slut is moaning while Dolf is fucking him,” said Jesse. “He has certainly come to realize he was meant to be a cock craving bottom.” It was true, Pablo was not only enjoying being fucked in his altered state, but he was being quite vocal about it. Jesse then added, “Well, I am going to give him a ride next; I’m sure he will positively love my big pierced cock up his ass.” “Excuse me while I go give soccer boy a little taste of it while Dolf finishes up.” “It looks like you are having a great time,” said a voice from behind Rob. Rob turned and replied “You have this habit of sneaking up behind me Nick; but yes I am having a fucking fantastic time.” “Thanks again for inviting me as a guest member.” “This guest band thing is a great idea by the way; if I lived closer I’d join and be here every week.” “Happy to see you are having a good time, remember if you need anything to let me know.” “Just find me when you are ready to leave,” replied Nick. Cody jumped on that statement and said “Oh he can’t leave yet, he still owes me a rematch at the race fucking station!” The three roared in laughter. From the stage, Dolf started a different kind of roar, one to indicate that he was shooting his load into Pablo’s abused ass. Dolf pumped his fist in the air as he shot his load. He slapped Pablo’s ass hard after he shot the final volley of cum inside Pablo and pulled out. Pablo started to whine “Please fill my ass; I feel so empty and need more cock.” He didn’t have to wait long; Jesse stepped up to fill the void and shoved his pierced cock into the gaping ass. Dolf joined Rob, Cody and Nick at the base of the stage. “That was fun, glad you got him loosened up a little for me bro; I probably wouldn’t have gotten my cock in without your help.” “We make good co-stars man,” replied Rob. Dolf grinned ear to ear and nodded, “Yeah converted that jock boy in more ways than one; I imagine his mouth and ass are going to get a lot of further use the rest of the night.” “When his friends and team mates see some video of his new found skills, I think he is going to be real popular back at college as well.” “A little video evidence will do wonders to cement his new status as the soccer team cock whore,” added Cody. Nick just chuckled and said “Yes indeed; probably starting when he returns to their hotel and with the drive back to campus in Texas.” “Hey Rob, let’s grab a drink and relax while you recover from that epic spit roast fuck.” “I don’t want you to claim you are at a disadvantage for our rematch,” said Cody with a smirk. After the pair walked off to the refreshment stand, Rolf turned to Nick and said, “Did you get the shots you needed; he’s not too smart is he?” A huge evil grin appeared on Nick’s face. “Yes we did and no he is not; his hormones have taken total control and he is absolutely clueless.”

The screaming in the other room is getting louder every minute but I have this large beautiful dick I want to keep service.In the meantime, my brother is getting spit roasted by Mr.Smith and his boy and is in heaven. The boy I'm with says you want to see what all the fun is going on in the other room and he leads me by the hand through another door. We see him in a sling being slammed and a fist up his hole and the screams have gone to moans of pleasure as he has now taken that fist to the elbow and later he was being punch fisted and liking it. I was asked how much do I want to party and I laugh as I mix my own slam as he smiled and said you are a slut as after I was finish coughing he pushes me my back into the sling as I see a bag of Blue Tea being open up and a nice big piece is pulled out and put into my hole. He asks If I have ever been fisted and I say once by Mr. Jackson, he smiles as he has 3 fingers in my hole as the burning from the booty bump is gone and the feeling of the tina in my hole has taken over and I'm flying as I'm handed poppers and take few deep breaths as his fist goes in. The feeling of the fist in me and how full I feel is fantastic as I see on the TV screen which is broadcasting the 3 of us to whoever subscribed to Mr.Smith webcast. I now have a really big dick near my mouth and open it, soon I'm getting face fuck and fisted at the same time and I don't know which one feels better. Soon he removes his fist and the one who was face fucking me now put his hand in me and it is large as I'm given another booty bump and poppers and then his hand goes in once he sees I'm ok so he proceeds to insert his dick in me also. The feeling of his hand and dick is just wow and when he cums he is grunting with the sling moving from the force from his body weight trying to go as deep as he can. When he withdraws the boy who I was with has his face between my legs and his tongue is cleaning the cum from my hole as I try to squirt out a little more for him to enjoy. The boy who my brother and I brought who we knock up with our strain of HIV is still in the sling getting fuck and fisted from many, then Mr.Smith that this boy will leave here with every toxic strain of HIV, Hep A, B, C and many more S.T.I. for saying Mr.Jackson Blue Tea was junk. I see my brother as we hug each other and he is so wrecked just like me and we ask for a place to crash, we fall to sleep in each other arms just like we did growing up in the orphanage. After we wake up we talk with Mr.Jackson about what to do with the boy we brought here. Let me know if you want more. Thank You to all who have posted and loved it.

I don't really write that often (or ever before, to be specific), so let me know what you guys think. +++ I probably should've been more careful. I've lived with my uncle for a while now, having moved there when my dad was sent off to prison. My mom had died not long after I was born, which left me being sent to the closest relatives I had. Turned out that was my uncle Eric. He was a good guy, but these days, he was pretty busy. The auto shop he worked at had acquired a contract with a major local rental company and handled most of their repairs. Today, like most days, he was off working at the shop, probably late into the evening. I was used to that. What I wasn't used to was having dad back home. When I was a kid a ten year sentence sounded like an eternity. In reality, time passes quickly, and he's been nothing but an absolute dick since he'd gotten out. Eric had tried to get him a job at the shop, but that quickly went south, since dad didn't take kindly to being ordered around. Prison hadn't done him any favors in that department, and my uncle said he was a surly bastard before that. I don't remember too much of him from before, really, but he sure as hell hadn't gotten nicer. Seeing as Eric was gone all day as usual, I guess I'd assumed dad would be out, too. He was supposed to be headed to follow up on a few job opportunities today, and Eric had dropped him off in town in the morning. I had stayed home, as usual, and when the gardener had come around during mid-day, we did our usual thing. Mitch was the first (and only) guy I'd fucked. He'd been my uncle's gardener for years, and given all the work he did around the house, he had a muscular, rugged frame. He was a local guy, about fifteen or so years older than me. There were more days than I could count where I'd spent the afternoon sitting at the window, watching him haul his sweaty shirt off his body to reveal that bearish physique, hairy body dripping with sweat. I was a teenager the first time he caught me trying to get a peek at his dick, and after pleading with him not to tell my uncle Eric, I managed to convince him to let me have a good look. A good look turned into a blow job (which apparently, I was a natural at), and before long, we had a steady routine with him going out, doing the yard work, then coming inside and stripping down, lowing his hairy, beefy body on top of me to fuck my face and throat. Admittedly, that was easier said than done; he had a meaty seven inch cock, and it had taken some getting used to when he'd thrust it down my throat in the throes of a good skullfuck. Of course, it didn't take too long for him to go further south and have a go at my hole. That truly had been an undertaking, but once he was balls deep in me, I couldn't get enough of it. We only got worse then, even getting me to convince my uncle that the yard needed more upkeep. Every time he came over now, he spent more time pounding me than out in the yard. That's what we were up to today, with him up on top of me, groaning with delight. "Jesus, Mason, I can feel your pussy pulling me in," he panted, sweat dripping down from his brow onto my chest. I could feel the entire bed rocking with his thrusts, my body bouncing back and forth with it as well. I kept an ear out for the sound of my uncle's bike pulling up, as that was usually our cue to pack up and get decent, though at this point in the day, I figured there was little chance that would happen. Imagine my surprise, then, when the sensation of Mitch's shaft pumping in and out of me was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open. Mitch fell off of me in a surprised heap, and behind him was my dad, his face looking bewildered. I wasn't really sure how to react; after all, I was naked, with my hole exposed right then and there. "The FUCK is this, boy?" his voice snarled out, and I could hear Mitch scrambling to his feet, stuttering as he gathered up his clothes. He didn't even take the condom off before pulling his underwear on. For his part, my dad glanced over at him, scoffed a bit, then turned back to me, ignoring the other man in the room while he stared me down. "You got me out looking for jobs when apparently we've a perfectly good whore on our hands right here," he said, and I found myself stammering, not even sure how to respond. Mitch was bright red, his clothes barely hanging on as he bolted out of the door. I could hear the door slam downstairs, my heart racing as dad stood there, leering. "Well? Anything to say?" "D-Dad, I swear, it's not like that," I stammer, and he leers at me, grinning now. "Well, I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be now," he says, latching the door shut. I made a move to get off the bed, but he quickly shouted, "Stay right as you are, boy. I didn't tell you to get dressed." I froze, my heart hammering away. I could smell the booze on him from here; clearly, he'd gone out and gotten drunk instead of going to get a job as he'd said. He made his way over to the bed, shrugging off his coat as he did. "I'm gonna see about getting in touch with a couple of my buddies to find some men looking for some tight pussy to fuck. You're gonna do what they ask, they're gonna pay me, and that's that. You understand?" "Dad, I --" I started, but the look he gave me was enough to convince me otherwise. I could see his jaw twitch, and I paled, for once wishing my uncle would get home early. Dad seemed satisfied by my silence, then continued. "On that note, it's been too damn long since I got a chance to breed some hole. Given that you're all ready to go, I'm gonna be your first John," he said, then reached down to pull off his shirt. I had avoided him since he'd gotten back, and so I had yet to see what he looked like shirtless. His torso was covered in varous tattoos, some of them there from when I was a kid, but others entirely new. The one that stood out the most was the one right above his groin: a biohazard symbol, much cleaner and newer than the ones around it. I was no fool; I knew exactly what that meant. Apparently, the look on my face said it too, as a predatory grin spread across dad's face once he looked up from taking his jeans off. "Looks like I don't need to explain the next part." Now fully naked, I found myself trying to crawl away from him, his massive form dwarfing mine. I'd inherited his beefy build, sure, but given how much younger I was and the fact that he'd been lifting weights longer than I'd been alive, he was an absolute beast of a bear, barrel-chested with a beefy gut and thick limbs. I felt one hand reach and grab at my leg while the other pinned me down, the weight seeming impossibly huge as I felt him force my leg up to my chest. "It's gonna hurt, boy, but you might as well start getting used to it," he said, roughly folding me up with his weight as his hand slammed down over my lips, muffling my protests. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the terrible reality of the situation setting in. I struggled, but all I could really do was wriggle around under him, flexing and whimpering helplessly. Meanwhile, I could feel his hairy body rubbing against me, his cock slapping up against my beefy ass. I could feel it pulsing, growing thicker with every second. He rubbed it back and forth down my crack, sighing some as he threw his head back. "Can't wait to hear what the guys say when I tell them I've found a pussy for us to use," he said, and even as I struggled, he moved his hardening shaft back, letting it slide downward until the head was right at the still-open entrance to my hole. There was no warning, no preparation. He didn't even lube it up before pushing forward and sliding into me. Luckily for me, Mitch had lubed up before fucking me, but even then, given how much bigger my dad was, it was impossible not to cry out into his hand, my hole burning. "Holy shit, that's tight," he chuckled, whistling a bit to himself. I could see him grinning even with the tears blurring my vision, and as my hole tightened in protest, he increased the pressure, forcing it deeper and deeper, splitting me in two. I gasped out in agony, his hand only tightening. When that hairy groin finally pressed up against my ass, I felt like he was punching me in the gut with it, my belly aching from the feeling of it pressing in. He held it there for a brief moment, savoring the first hole he'd fucked in months. "See, there you go, relax," he said, chuckling to himself. It still hurt like hell, but indeed, now that he had no more cock to force in me, my body was forced to adjust, slowly relaxing around his thick girth. He pulled back, the burning coming back some, though not nearly as horribly as the pain of him forcing in. Still, it was by no means pleasant as he rammed back and forth into me. my hole losing the bit of relaxation it had attained before. The bed rocked loudly, his hips slapping against mine as he bore down on me from above, his face looming over mine, sneering as he ruthlessly thrusted away. "That's right, slut, you know what's coming to you, you know what this means..." He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes and enjoying my hole. "I've knocked up every bitch I've ever fucked, Mason, and now I'm gonna knock you up, too," he grunted, then panted out in erratic, short bursts, his thrusts growing frenzied and brutal. I could feel my hole get wet, stinging now, and with a snarl, he rammed his cock in deep. I knew he was cumming, and I could do little more than whimper in response. After what felt like a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of me, still panting. My hole ached, though I was glad it was seemingly over with, as his hand left my mouth. I remained limp underneath him, resigned to it now that his load was oozing out of my ass. What was the point? I knew what that tattoo meant, and what was no doubt in store for me next. Even as he rolled over onto the bed beside me, reaching down beside it to fish his phone out of his pants, I remained there, a bit scared to even try getting up without permission. Dad looked through his phone for a bit, then grinned, putting it aside. "Alright, cunt, my friend will be here in a bit... Now, turn around and get on all fours. You're ready for your second dose of daddy's venom..."

Went to my local park this Sunday just after dark and met up for the 4th time with a hot guy whom I've sucked off and swallowed his load twice and he fucked me once before with a condom. The first time he fucked me, I told him I like it raw and to forget the condom but he insisted and kept it on. But this time he wanted to fuck me again, so I let him. He put on the damn condom and fucked me with it for awhile. Then, he pulled out for a second or so, and then I felt his raw cock go into my asshole without him saying anything. I decided to not say anything about it and pretended I didn't notice in case it might have freaked him out. He then fucked me hard and after a minute or two, I could feel his huge, juicy load shoot inside my hole. He left me dripping, I touched my hole, felt some of his jizz and licked it to make sure it was jizz and it was. I am poz undetectable but it was still damn hot to get stealthed again like that. I wonder if he will bother with the condom next time.

Nice. I have them all - leather, rubber, cotton, spandex... I prefer the cotton or cotton blend ones for long wear and easy clean up.

New FB. Moved to my town very recently. Insatiable horny hairy fucker who loves to dump sloppy seconds (or thirds) in long sessions. Only a few years younger than me but has the stamina and sex drive of a much younger guy. Nice thick 7" and huge low hangers. Perfect! Came over several times in the weekend and this week. Again pumped two loads in me last night and tried for a third (which didn't happen but my hole feels I had a truck in there...). And he's in the army! I'm in lust.... He can easily become a FWB

Way too horny tonight so after dinner went to bookstore. Been topping alot lately, so was happy when a guy around my age, but skinny, started rubbing my hairy ass. I handed him my lube and told him to have fun. He fingered me a while, then I leaned forward against a wall to give him access. He wasted no time sliding in what felt to be about a nice thick 7" cock. Just what I needed. He fucked slow, and ran his hands up and down my back as he moved in and out. I heard him breathing harder, so I looked back at him and told him to shoot it in me deep. He picked his pace up and sunk in one last time before unloading his nut in me. He stood still for what felt like a minute before I could feel his cock softening, and then slid out. I pulled my jeans up and turned around in time to see him walking away. I hung around looking for more, and found a 20 something fat kid jerking off to a video. He had a hog of a cock though, so after watching him a few minutes I asked if he'd like to try my ass out. He didn't say a word, but waved his pecker at me, so I got on a bench near him and pulled my jeans down again. He lined up to my hole and pushed in all at once, and fuck if he didn't tear me a bit, despite me already having one load in me. His fat cock and the tear meant it was rough going for me for a while, but the pain finally subsided and the last few minutes of the fuck felt really great. My cock was leaking like a faucet by the time he nutted. When he pulled out, I could feel his load start to run down my thigh. I pulled my pants up and sat down on bench, just in time to hear him say I got his cock bloody. "Ya shoved it in pretty fast, man, what the fuck you expect?" was my reply. He just scowled and walked away. So despite being pissed by his attitude (and yet horny thinking my blood might work its way into the fucker somehow) I still hadn't nutted. Eventually a porky bearded cub came in, so I jerked my cock in front of him to get his attention, and was able to dump my load down his throat and call it a night.

Part 10 About 2 minutes later two burly leather men with executioner’s masks emerged from a side door and started leading a handcuffed and shackled stud toward the sling. They had to hold him up and half carry him as he shuffled toward the stage. It appeared he was very stoned on something. The stud was a sight to behold; he had a slim muscular body with absolutely stunningly developed legs and ass. He was obviously of Latin descent with black hair and olive skin. His chest, legs and ass had a nice covering of black fur. “Who is that and what is going on,” asked Rob. “I heard his name is Pablo, he’s a college student originally from Spain here in the US on a soccer scholarship and is here in town for a little fun; I heard he is basically straight but has a lot of bi fantasies and wanted to live some of them out,” replied Dolf. When they reached the sling, the two leather men removed the handcuffs and shackles and lifted Pablo into the sling and proceeded to tightly strap him in. Dolf then continued his commentary with, “I think we should help him out and convert him to the true bottom that he wants to become.” There was some truth to Dolf’s description of Pablo. He was a college soccer player from Spain who was on a full soccer scholarship at a big university in Texas. He had come to New Orleans with a couple of team mates for a few days of drinking and wild fun. That was the basic info that had been posted to the club’s website in order to promote the party this evening. However, the bi fantasy part stretched the truth a little. Pablo was one of those athletic guys who were constantly horny and he loved to have his cock sucked. It was actually one of his team mates that had introduced him to the idea that a mouth was a mouth and that gay guys would gladly suck his cock if he let them. He had found that gays seemed to be so much better at sucking cock and so he frequently sought them out. He was particularly prone to connect with a gay cock sucker when he had been drinking; it was so much easier to find a blow and go with gay men. As far as anything else though, he was strictly hetero. The last couple of days Pablo and six of his team mates had been partying in New Orleans. They had settled into a routine of sleeping all day, drinking all night and looking to get laid. Pablo found it quite easy to barhop with his buddies and then sneak off to one of the gay bars and quickly find a guy to suck his cock in a back alley or other secluded spot. He’d then zip up, rejoin his friends, have a few more drinks and then sneak off again to get his cock sucked by another willing mouth. Pablo’s plans backfired on him last night. It may have been the derogatory names he called the guys who serviced his cock or perhaps it was the jealous boyfriend who found out about Pablo’s use of his partner’s mouth. Whatever the reason, the last guy he intended to use was ready for him. So when they headed outside the bar to have some fun, the ”target” secretly drugged Pablo’s drink in his to go cup. The two walked a block or so down the street and ducked in between two houses; Pablo downed the drink while his intended cock sucker was on his knees and unzipping his fly. Pablo didn’t know what hit him and suddenly could barely stand. He was then helped into a car. He awoke the next day naked and bound to a bed. His friends had texted him in the afternoon when they had finally rolled out of bed wondering where he was. They did receive a text back from Pablo’s phone saying he was fine. The text also said that he had just hooked up and would catch up with them later, so they thought nothing of his mysterious absence. After all, that was goal they all had when they planned this trip. The pic sent from Pablo’s phone showing a pair of lips wrapped around his cock just reassured them that their friend was having a good time. So they left him alone and hit the streets to resume their partying and try to get lucky themselves. Pablo had spent most of the day hopped up on X and learning to suck cock. Other than an occasional finger pushing in some Tina crystals, his ass was still intact. He was edged and primed for hours until it came time for the main event at the party, at which time he was administered a heavy slam and led into the party to the sling. Dolf leaned into Rob and starting telling him how hot it was going to be to fuck the tight soccer jock. “Tell you what, why don’t you go first and get him opened up for me; sharing this bottom and putting on a show will be just like we talked about!” Dolf patted Rob’s ass and they ascended the stairs to put on a show. Pablo’s was softly moaning “I’m so horny, please somebody help me, please…. please… please.” “You hear that Rob, he’s begging for our cocks; look at that tight hairy hole it’s just quivering to be filled.” Dolf stuck his index finger up the jock’s hole and rubbed Pablo’s prostrate. Pablo squirmed at the intrusion, but in his drugged state all he could do was moan in pleasure. “This hole is nice and tight, feels like it could be cherry; you ready to bust the cherry?” “Hell yeah,” Rob chanted. “Let me in there!” Rob then stuck his finger in Pablo’s ass alongside Dolf’s finger. “You’re right; this hole does feel like we have a virgin here.” Dolf winked then leaned in and started deep kissing Rob while grabbing his ass with his other hand. After a couple of minutes of making out, he broke away from the kiss and said “Let me go to the front and feed him while you pluck that cherry.” As he was leaving, someone handed them a small baggie with some Tina shards and a couple of bottles of poppers. “Take a nice big shard and put it on the end of your cock when you get ready to enter that ass.” “Make sure to drive that shard deep!” When Dolf got to the front of the sling he took a big hit of the poppers then forced Pablo to do the same. With that he stuck the head of his monster cock into Pablo’s awaiting mouth, gave thumbs up to Rob and announced to the gathered crowd, “Time to convert this bi-boy to the true bottom he is really meant to be.” The crowd started chanting “Fuck him!” “Fuck him!” “Bust that cherry jock ass!” “Convert him to a bottom!” “Fuck him!” ”Fuck him!” With that encouragement from the crowd, Rob lined up and drove his fat 8” and the Tina shard deep up Pablo’s ass in a single thrust. Pablo started to yelp when Rob’s cock suddenly impaled him, but not much sound escaped his mouth since it was filled with Dolf’s cock. What the sudden cock thrust did succeed in doing was to cause Pablo to open is mouth wider because of the shock of the sudden intrusion. That gave Dolf the opportunity to push a few more inches of his cock down Pablo’s throat. Rob decided to let the sling do the work for him. He grabbed Pablo’s muscular calves and pulled him onto his hard cock like a Flesh Jack, then pushed him away forcing Rolf’s cock deeper into his mouth as his cock exited the ass. It was a beautiful example of spit roasting a bottom – back and forth, back and forth. Eventually Pablo just let the feeling of being fucked and fed take over and just moaned in pure pleasure. The crowd was going wild and chanting for them to pick up the pace, so Rob started moving the sling back a forth harder and faster. Rob yelled over to Dolf, “I think I am getting close I can’t keep this up much longer.” In response, Dolf pulled his cock out of Pablo’s mouth and stepped up behind Rob. He fed Rob some poppers and started making out with him. He pinched and tweaked Rob’s nipples with one hand and groped his ass and pushed him forward into the fuck with the other. Rob was on such sensory overload he didn’t even mind his ass being groped; he just interpreted it as a way to encourage him to fuck harder. Dolf started licking his ear and was whispering for Rob to fuck that hole harder and really open up the jock pussy for him. Fifteen minutes later Rob could not hold it back any longer and he shot a massive load up Pablo’s ass. The feeling of the orgasm made his knees buckle. Dolf held him up by the ass while he looked back over Rob’s shoulder toward one of the cameras and winked.

Browsing through the display cabinets of pleasure toys there was nothing that caught my interest. The shop was in a seedier part of town, the owner, was late 40's a type of leather biker that you wouldn't want to meet in an alley on a dark night. He approached me and asked if I was looking for anything in particular. I looked at him and noticed the biohazard tattoo on both his arms before replying that I wanted something different. I lifted up my t-shirt sleeve to reveal my scorpion tattoo, he reached up and inspected it then looked at me again and asked what kind of something different was I expecting. I moved over to the display of PA's as he followed me and told him I was looking for a special PA. He motioned me to follow him, putting the closed sign up and locking the door we disappeared in to the back. He pulled went to the safe and pulled out a small tray of unusual types of PA. They all had the same experience except the gauges were different as were the size of the balls. I looked in amazement, after all,the tip I got to try this place had paid off. I picked one up and felt the smooth glide of the ring up to the 3 balls, 2 small ones that were part of the ring and the bigger, middle one, I rubbed the tip of my finger over it and immediately felt this was not the same, it had a very fine grating sensation. I looked at my finger and noticed the skin showed abrasion marks. The shop owner was smiling and said "It does the job, guaranteed 100%, one of a kind nowhere else makes them.". I handed over the cash and pulled down my pants and underwear, the shop owner picked up the plyers and removed my existing PA and inserted the new one. Tonight I would take it for a test drive. I decided to hit the sauna this evening so had a quick freshen up, I completely removed the temporary scorpion tattoo from my arm, I was not stupid enough to get a permanent one just yet. I stood in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom. At 24 years old I had been poz for 4 years, deciding against meds I had a pretty hefty viral load and knew it wouldn't be long before I had to start down the route of getting it under control. Contemplating my image I was okay, I could never score hot guys off the web but once they saw me in person I was like a dreamboat and magnet. At just under six foot, I had a very average build, dirty blond hair and blue eyes, a little muscle definition but I never worked out. My low hangers and 8 inch uncut cock was my crowning glory. In a country where mostly everyone was cut this is what set me out as a special find guys. I glanced closer in the mirror and smiled as I could just make out the three balls on my PA under the foreskin. Thinking to myself how one lucky guy was going to get to test drive this and get a ride they would never forget. The sauna was known as a place for safe sex was ideal for catching prey and converting them, plus I had age on my side. I moved between the sauna and steam room eyeing up the prey, I would pay particular attention to guys who demanded condoms. One caught my attention big time, he must have been 19 or 20, totally average and small build. Deliberately I bumped in to him after his minor scrap with a much older guy who wanted to fuck him. He swung round as I apologised for bumping him, he looked at me and said it was no problem and gave me smile. I noticed his eyes were darting up and down my body, contact made, I apologised and left the steam room. Over the next half an hour I stalked and made eye contact with him several times. The last time this happened I saw his reflection and noticed that he couldn't keep his eyes off me, the young lad had taken the bait and all I had to do was bide my time. I was very careful not to touch anyone, I moved quickly if someone attempted to touch me, this displayed to my prey that I was picky and not an easy slut. I did one last swoop by my prey without looking at him and headed to one of the private rest cubicles. Very low lighting and an acrid smell of poppers lingered in the air. I kept my towel tight around my waist. I couldn't have been in there for more than 3 minutes when my prey walked past, his eyes peering at me, but I made no move or acknowledgment. He walked by again, stopping as he did so, he looked at me and began to cross the threshold towards me. He asked if he could come in, again I made no impulse reaction and just replied "Sure.". He closed the door and put the latch down, my prey was now in my lair and there would be no going back for this cute little guy now. He approached me and started to kiss me on my neck and shoulders then looked up at me and told me didn't kiss guys on the mouth, suck cock or fuck without protection. His hand now stroking my cock, I laid back on the bench. Carefully every time he went towards the PA I would wriggle and move his hand away so that he never got to touch it and feel the middle balls destructive texture. He continued to kiss my body and nipples, I played my part to perfection and feigning very little interest, I could tell he was seeing this as a challenge. He pulled a condom out from his towel which I took and unravelled over my cock. His mouth slid down over my wrapped penis, he made no comment about the PA so I took this as good sign that the condom had masked the middle ball. I sat up as he dropped his towel and turned around rubbing his ass against my cock. Standing up I pushed the slut face down on the bench. I slowly moved my face towards his arse as he looked back over his should and began moaning. My tongue darted and flickered around his hole, I spat numerous times on his hole and tongued fucked it in to his arse. All the time he was letting out moans of pure pleasure, my tongue working up along his back I was ready to test drive how effective this PA would be. I leaned over his body my cock now rubbing his ass I asked him to be honest and tell me if he had any STD's or was poz, he shook his head as told me reassuringly he was absolutely clean. The head of my cock and PA prised his hole open as the spit made the entry slightly easier. His backed arched and head rose as he let out a moan, I pushed a couple of inches in to his slutty ass. "Oh fuck," he cried. I backed off and apologised, making it look like I was pulling out and ending it he looked over his shoulder "Don't stop." he pleaded. I pushed him hard up to edge of the bench so that there would be no give when I penetrated him this time. He bucked wildly and moaned in pleasure and agony as I gave him my entire cock. Balls deep in my prey I grabbed his neck with my arm and with my other hand I placed it firmly over his mouth to stifle any cries. His hands grabbed at my arms as his eyes opened wide at the force of my invasion. I began to slowly grind my hips against his ass, slowly his hands moved down my body and grasped my ass cheeks. I started thrusting my hips deeper in to him, his moans of pleasure escaping his covered mouth. I gave a couple of long thrust and felt the unmistakable sensation of the condom rolling down to the base of my cock. The middle ball had worked through the condom ripping it to shreds, now it was starting to do the same to the inside of the my preys ass lining. My movements became more rapid, he moaned louder as the abrading was giving him some discomfort causing his head to push up, I could tell he was feeling something he hadn't reckoned. I started to pant heavily next to his ear as I began fucking him harder to mask the pain he originally felt. His body relaxed again I moved my hand from his mouth and grabbed his forehead to secure him in position. "Oh shit, fuck me." he cried, I made several moans of pleasure, all the time I alternated between a grinding and thrusting motion for maximum effect. The intense pleasure I was feeling was making it difficult to hold back. I edged and abruptly stopped. Until the desire to orgasm dissipated, gradually replacing with gentle deep thrusts which he started to really enjoy. My hips locked deep against his ass I had him where I wanted him. His moans and pleasure for my cock caused an uncontrollable urge to take my prey. I felt my cock starting to swell, I used my legs to pin and lock his legs apart as the final moments began. He let out a shriek of excited pain as my hips gave a powerful crushing against his ass pinning him harder to the bench. Jolting I released my first load to toxic seed deep in his body as I moaned loudly. The second jolt was even deeper, the pain of my hips crushing his pelvis causing another cry from my prey as I ground the seed in to his now torn ass lining. I held him securely over the bench as my breeding contractions continued until the last remnants my toxic seed oozed in to his ass. He was shaking and panting heavily as I pulled my dick from his ass. The torn condom was as the base of my shaft, I inspected my PA which was coated in blood and cum. "Oh man, that was amazing." he said, I agreed and told him I needed to go and get rid of the condom. I grabbed my towel and left him sprawled across the bench. This new PA certainly did the trick and was also an excellent stealthing tool, no trickery was required and I was about to set on one hell of a stealthing spree.

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.

I was talkin to an alpha bull online recently who wanted to gang rape me with his buddies so fuckin rough and loud that the police get called so he could try to whore me out to em for having to come out and check on me..... got me thinkin of when i was 16 and i was at a rest stop back by the semis cruising for dick when a state patrol officer pulled in and asked why i was back there, he looked at my license N asked me to step outta the car N said he was gonna search it, he put me in cuffs N looked thru the car, he found a duffle i had condoms, lube N porn mags in, looked at me and threw it back in my trunk N said we both know what u were doin back here, he started grabbin his dick thru his uniform.... he said i had 2 choices, he arrests me for prostitution or we take a walk in the woods N work something out.... just as we got into the woods he told me to get on ur fuckin knees faggot! He told me i was gonna get what i wanted as he unzipped his pants N pulled his thick fuckin dick out. He left me in the cuffs N grabbed the back of my head and made me look in his eyes while he raped my throat so fuckin hard it felt like id pass out! He never let up till i swallowed 2 loads from him then he uncuffed me, spit in my face N walked towards his car. He saw a trucker who was watching N told him theres a faggot back there takin loads if u wanna rape the bitch... he got in his car N drove off and the trucker grabbed me and put me on a picnic table in the open N slammed his raw cock balls deep in me! He held me down by the neck as he raped me till another trucker walked up N held me down, by the time he bred me 3 guys had busted in my throat N another was about to rape my ass. Before he slammed into me he said he can either poz rape me in his sleeper so i dont get passed around all night or he can poz rape me right there till more guys line up.... he said its ur choice u fuckin whore, either way my fuckin poz seed is gonna be in ur pussy when im done with u! He made me beg him to rape and poz me in his sleeper b4 he drug me to his truck. He slammed the door behind us as we got in his semi N pushed me towards the bed, tellin me to get face down and spread ur fuckin legs whore! He stripped N shoved his fingers inside me as he stroked his dick askin me how old i was, i said 16 and begged him to use a condom.... he said he almost feels bad pozzing me but thats what happens to fuckin whores who beg for it and he slammed into me! He fuckin raped 3 loads into me as i lied there motionless takin it till he pulled out of me N said get the fuck outta my truck u nasty bitch! i got in my car and called a fuck buddy who was a doctor and told him what happened, he said to come over and he will give me a post exposure RX, when i walked in he was rock hard from what i told him happened and he fucked me on the floor of his entryway telling me 1 more poz load isnt gonna matter with all the seed inside me!! It was the first time he fucked me raw and the 1st time he told me he was poz! He unloaded in me, got up N tossed the RX's on the floor by me N told me i gotta go cause he had some 20yo neg pussyboy on the way over N he was gonna stealth the bitch and knock him up! I got hard as fuck as i passed him in the hall as i walked to the elevator knowin what was about to happen to him!

What was I doing? Entering this grotty old office building, going down dingy corridors, with only the odd bit of poor quality xeroxed paper pointing the way to the meeting room. I was hoping going there would help me with my problem. Soon I arrived outside a door, whose window was covered with a notice stating meeting in progress. After quite a hesitation, I finally summoned enough courage to enter. A few heads turned towards me as I shuffled my way to a seat at the back. In the empty seat next to me was a tatty copy of the constitution. I thought I'd read that later. There was a man at the front speaking from a lectern. He was addressing the roughly dozen people attending the meeting.“Hello,” he said, “My name is Frazer and I am a barebacker! It has been a month since I last barebacked anyone.” A ripple of polite applause came from the assembly. The person, who I presumed was in charge invited others up to testify. A younger member of the group came up to take over the rostrum. “Hello, my name is Ray and I am a barebacker!” He continued, “It's been 4 weeks since I last barebacked!” Another round of applause ensued. He was replaced by a tall Scotsman. “Hello,” he said in a soft Scottish accent, “I'm Drew and I've lapsed several times since we last met.” A sense of sympathetic silence pervaded the air. Drew continued “After our last meeting, I went to a cruising ground where I enjoyed gorging on 5 cocks and let them all then take me bareback, spattering my inside with their hot cum.” The host interjected, “Drew, you know the rules, do not continue like that!” But Drew continued “A week later I visited a sauna and in the darkroom, I fucked two men bare coating their innards with my spunk and then let one of them return the favour.” The host intervened again, “Drew you have already been warned!” Drew retorted, “It was only last week, when I went into a gents where I sucked off one guy in the cubicle, who proceeded to ram his saliva-lubricated cock straight up me and shoot his load inside me!” “That's enough, Drew, you have already been warned, you know the rules. Members de-bag him!” Immediately, most of those seated, got up and started stripping Drew, some very forcefully. Within a few seconds, he was stark naked. To my amazement the leader of the group began sucking Drew to attention, whilst Frazer was rimming him. I got up and sat down again on the front row to get a better view. Other members started removing all their clothes and a free-for-all started. Now that Drew was fully at attention, the host turned round dropped his pants and let Drew slip his manhood up him. At the same time Frazer stopped his rimming and now inserted his cock up the now lubricated arse of Drew. Others were beginning to pair off to suck and fuck. But I wasn't left out of this. Ray came up to me and started to remove all my clothes. “So much for dealing with my barebacking addiction”, I thought. Ray was obviously attracted to older men and almost licked his lips as he saw my dick springing to attention. Ray took no time closing his mouth around it, his tongue delicately teasing my manhood and making me even harder than before. Meanwhile most of the party were now in the throws of fucking each other bare. Many were using the front seats to press against as they were rammed from behind. I hoped they would hold up to the onslaught. Then it was my turn as Ray obviously wanted me to take him from behind. He held firmly to the seat, turned around and offered me his bum, which I gladly made use of by squeezing my now fully erect cock into his tight hole. As I banged away at Ray, I felt the chap next to me banging away too. Every time I thrust out, so did the other man, so our naked bums kept caressing each other. The feeling was surprisingly erotic. The double effect of pushing my cock up this young man's delightfully tight arse and the constant collision of buttocks with the man next to me was too much and with a satisfying grunt, I released my load into his young arse. By this point, my inhibitions were totally gone and I looked for other opportunities in the group for further barebacking. The host's cock seemed somewhat promising. Although still fairly flaccid, it seemed quite thick and long. I went over to him and started sucking him as Drew continued to mount him. Drew's stamina was amazing. After having shot his load inside the host, he turned his attention on me. With but a quick spit on his cock, he angled himself carefully and proceeded to give me a good shafting. I found myself being spit-roasted and enjoying every moment of it. I certainly wasn't going to be helped from indulging in bare-backing with this group! Drew was an amazingly good fucker. After putting just the head of his cock inside, he started pushing in gently. After a while, he picked up speed pushing his cock inside fully again and again. He pushed inside further and further until his balls touched mine. The feeling of his scrotum against my arse felt great. Slowly Drew picked up his pace. He pulled his large penis almost out of my hole and then thrust it all the way back into me. Whilst I was enjoying this thrusting, I was slurping on cock and feeling it grow even harder in my mouth. Drew started pummelling me harder and harder, his breathing quickened and then I felt squirt after squirt of his semen pouring inside me. It was then I noticed that quite a number of people were watching the newcomer getting his cum-uppance! One person, in particular had been watching intently and now made his move on me. Just as I felt the host's penis throb as he left his salty deposit in my mouth, so Frazer stroked his cum-covered cock into action again and shoved his engorged cock right up me, lubricated by Drew's previous load. Most of the rest of the group were watching Frazer pistoning in and out of my willing arse. So much for my addiction! I held on tightly to the seat as he vigorously thrust his cock up my hole. I could feel the squelching of Drew's cum from the previous fuck and then some of it started to dribble down my leg. The audience certainly seemed appreciative of the newbie's show. Then Frazer shoved his dick hard inside me and kept it there. I realised he was letting more of his hot jizz blast into my hole. He pulled out and the last gobs of spunk splattered on my back as the crowd egged him on. Suddenly, the group seemed to go back to normality as if nothing had happened. People started dressing and got back into their seats and started chatting to one another. The host, to whom I'd had the pleasure of giving a blow job, approached me. “Welcome, We all enjoyed your display. Hello, my name's Mark” I replied “My name's...” But I was cut off from finishing my sentence. “No, don't tell me your name. This is barebackers' anonymous, we meet once a month to fuck one another bareback. It's anonymous, so we make up names and don't use our own. Hope to see you again next month.” I arrived especially early the following month in eager anticipation of what was to come. Indeed, I now had the courage to go to the front to address the assembled company. “Hello, my name is George...

Having a gay uncle made the struggles of coming "out" easier. Uncle Pete encouraged my questions. Although having watched gay pornography on the internet, being a man of scruples, I wasn't allowed to watch porn at Uncle Pete's until I turned 18. A few months before my 19th birthday I was at Uncle Pete's watching porn and stroking our dicks. One scene depicted a virgin losing his cherry. At that point I had only gotten and given bjs to guys my age. I was curious about getting fucked so I asked him if it hurts the first time. Uncle Pete said it is important that the first guy that fucks you know you a virgin a takes his time. I respoded to that with "I hope I find someone like that when I am ready." With that said he got up and dais, "I'll be right back." Five minutes later he came back in the room with Jeff, his partner. Uncle Pete suggested he fly Jeff and I to Key West for a three day weekend and let nature take its course. Long story short upon our arrival at resort things got steamy. Jeff kissed me like I had never been kissed before. He rimmed me, used lubed fingers and loosened me up. Holding an unfamiar bottle, he took two sniffs and told me to do the same. He kissed me deeply and fingered my ass a bit more along with his dick. He said to take some more sniffs of poppers and poised his cock near my virgin hole. (His dick was the perfect size to take my cherry, 7.5 cut inches but only the thickness of Italian sausage). He asked me if I was ready and I said yes. He slowly slid his cock into my ass and made it past the second sphincter. I was in a popper hazed heaven and I loved he was actually making love to me. He commented that he didn't put on a condom because every virgin's should be bare. His 20 minutes of sliding in and out resulted in an incredible orgasms causing my ass to tighten up releasing what felt like five streams of jizz from him. He looked at me and could tell I was in heaven. After we lingered for a bit he laid beside me lit up a cigarette. He looked so hot exhaling smoke I wanted to join him. He handed me my first cigarette. After coughing a few times I could take drags without coughing. Later that night we were walking around key West when we past a piercing parlor. Saying that now that was a man I needed an earring. I left the parlor with three studs in my ear. One stud for each day we would be in Key West. Jeff ended up fucking me 11 more times that weekend. I left Key West a contented new bottom and a new smoker.

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 1) “What’s up? Are you looking for a tight hole to fuck?” a private message popped up on my screen. ‘RapeMeRaw’ was the guy’s virtual nickname. I clicked to view his profile. …18 years old …White …Slim …Blonde …No hair on his body, as far as the body-pictures showed. “Show your face faggot” I wrote back. He didn’t reply right away. Then he sent me a message, telling me, he would rather like to exchange some messages before sending his picture. “Don’t waste my time – Fake!” I answered him unfavorably. Several minutes later he sent me another message. “Please…. don’t show this to anyone. My parents still don’t know…” he wrote. Attached were some pictures of a cute young twink. He had an innocent look on his face and an angelic smile. “No one cares about you. How old are you?” I wanted to know. “18?” he instantly wrote back. “Are you asking me…?” I wrote, since he looked so youthfully, but who gave a shit. “Give me your skype address. I want to see you. Prove to me, that you are not fake news” I hit the send button. “I will show my face on cam. But I am not doing a sex show for you… just to let you know. I am not stupid…. you might record it after all….” his quick reply flashed on my screen. After getting his skype name I sent him a request. He accepted the call and I could see his face ‘live’. It was the handsome face on the pictures and after he passed this reality check, he turned his cam off again. “Okay whore – when can I rip you open?” I asked him via skype. “I don’t know… I can visit you if you like. I want to be raped hard.” he wrote. “Ever had a cock up your cunt?” “Sure - lots…. I am a true cunt” he lied. Since it is difficult to actually date a twink like this, if you write too long, I asked him to rape his ass that evening. I was sure, that he was already jacking off his young dick fiercly. “Can’t we write a little bit before?” he asked me seriously. “Nah – I am into the real stuff. If you want a hard cock up your slit, raping you savagely… then I am the right guy. Give me your contact address and I will pick you up.” Minutes passed without a reaction. I checked my profile. He hit it 9 times by now and was just surfing on my site. I had some hardcore pictures of my dick fucking tight assholes. The biohazard symbol was visible on my left shoulder. “Are you healthy?” he asked me suddenly. This guy was either stupid or simply not so experienced, as he would like to be. “Of course I am” I replied. I had no cold. I had no headache. I was feeling fine. My lips formed a devilish smile. The next moment ‘RapeMeRaw’ went offline. Oh well I thought and invited a bottom pig to my apartment. I knew this poz whore already and I was sure it would be fun fucking more of my poz cum into his snatch. The following day I received several messages. The little pup apologized for logging out so abruptly. His mother had entered his room and now he was scared, I would believe he was just a no show. He was begging for forgiveness and asking for another chance to be my rape victim. More messages came in, asking me for a second chance. Damn – this fuckslut seemed to be desperate for cock. Who would I be, if I wouldn’t give the kid a chance, meeting my toxic cock. “Apology accepted – meet me this evening at 6pm at a WalMart parking lot nearby” I gave him the exact address and told him to wait in front of the main entrance. During the day he wrote me several other messages. He told me, how he wanted to be ripped open and destroyed by my big cock. He mentioned, that he needed my cum in his puppy cunt so badly. He begged me to fuck him as brutally as I could and that no cry or plea should change my mind. I never replied to any of them. He saw me being online. He knew, I read the messages, but didn’t react. I was sure he got the right feeling, that this would be his one and only chance to meet me. When I came closer to the meeting point, I could see him from afar already. He wore tight white jeans which showed his butt perfectly. It was small ass and promised a tight fucking. His hair had a perfect sidecut. He was in a good shape and had a nice and slim body. It would be fun to show no mercy on the guy. “Hello Sir” he greeted me, looking at my big bulge. “Come with me boy. Let’s move to my car," I ordered as I took a good grip on his nape, leading him to my automobile. He was obviously scared, but as much as he looked around, his gaze always returned to my crotch, which bulged with excitement. Apparently he made-up his mind as he sighed and willingly walked to the car, where, upon arrival, I unlocked the doors and gestured for him to get in. He complied, closing the door as I took my seat in the driver's seat. “Where are we going?” he asked bashfully. I did not even look at him. I opened the buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the fabric. “Suck until I cum, or until I tell you to stop - you fuckwhore” I demanded. I pushed his head down to my crotch and felt his hot tongue playing clumsy with my dickhead. I could feel his hot breath on my toxic rape-stick. He was no professional! That’s for sure. I started the ignition and we drove slowly off the lot. He wanted to be raped… you got to be careful what you are wishing for…

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.

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.

Love when a "safe only" top suddenly decides to stealth. Hot wondering if they think I can't tell, will never know, or he just doesn't care and wants to treat me like a public utility to use.

This guy has been hitting me up on A4A for a few weeks. He has no pic, so I have not been too eager to meet up. However, since I have not been able to find a willing poz breeder to wreck my neg hole for the first time, I came up with a scheme. I told the guy I'd let him fuck me with a couple conditions: 1) he'd have to 'force' breed me and 2) he must pretend to be poz. He eventually agreed. This was the perfect solution:getting off on poz loads without the real risk of pozzing. Something even an ethical top would do. So,we met up last night. He arrived,and was 6'2, 200#, muscular; to my 5'8", 130# scrawniness. He immediately pulled his cock out and played his part well, telling me to suck his fat poz cock. He fucked me doggie on the floor, force feeding me poppers. Growling he was going to fill my little cunt up with poz seed. I was flying. As he picked up the pace and the talk, I could tellhe was going to blow soon. Then he stopped. He said,"You're wanting to play a twisted game that I just can't go through with." I was like, shit. He pulled out and said he wouldn't pretend to be poz. So, I reluctantly said "OK... let's just finish fucking then." He re-entered me and quickly picked up the pace. I felt him swelling inside me. He pushed me down to the ground with all his weight and started punding hard. He held my head down to the floor. Then, he leaned forward and growled in my ear."I'm not playing games, you twisted faggot. I'm gonna breed you though." I was like, yeah... As he started to cum, he whispered again. "And I am really poz, fucker. Here's your toxic load." Before I could even react he was shooting in me balls deep. Before I knew it, I nutted all over the floor. True story.

Just a short while ago. Married top friend messaged, me, and was over in about 10 min or so. He was horny as hell, and went down and started sucking his cock, taking it deep, and licking his balls as well. Back to sucking, and he expressed interest in sucking me. So, onto the couch he sat, and pulled me forward, sucking my cock, playing with my balls. Had me close, and I knew he wanted to make me cum! I reached down and started playing with his cock, which was very hard! I had to have it! I sat down in his lap, slowly sliding that hard cock inside my ass! He was moaning, and I took it all the way in! Held it deep, then started riding his cock, sliding it deep and then almost all the way out! He was grunting like crazy, and I knew he was close, so really started pumping his cock in and out of my ass, and grabbing his balls, pulling him deep! He is always very loud, and really started verbally telling me loudly he was fucking cumming! I held it deep, and stayed on his cock for several minutes, until his cock softened and slipped out. Down right away and licked it nice and clean He thanked me, dressed, and headed home!

I decided on a leather jock one size up, a medium instead of a small, on the advice of the salesman. He pointed out that I wouldn’t want something that dug in since I would be dancing and moving around for a long time. He was right, it was very comfortable for the entire 7+ hours I wore it. Made the dance floor and back room fucks that much easier.

My pleasure I need to post more! Have had lots more hot times!

006 - Ink I stopped recording. When Raff finally pulled out of Jesse, it made a slick noise in the now oddly quiet room. Jesse didn’t move, or make any noise, just laying in the heap that Raff had dropped him into, breathing heavily. Raff slapped his ass, pretty hard, but even that didn’t seem to get much of a reaction. “Don’t worry.” Raff said to me. He must have seen the worry on my face. “He’ll be fine. Better than fine. He just got something he always wanted. He just needs a few minutes to accept it.” Something about that didn’t sound right in my head. He didn’t need to ‘accept’ Raff’s cock - he’d already taken the whole damn thing, and taken it like a champ. “Wait. You said you really wanted Jesse’s ass. If he really wanted you to fuck him as well, why has it taken this long for it to happen?” Raff laughed. “Because Jesse is a fucking tease. Aren’t you?” He turned to Jesse and slapped his ass again. This time, Jesse yelped and shot up. “See, there he is. How you feeling?” “Fucking incredible.” Jesse answered. His face was stained with tears, but his eyes weren’t watering anymore, and he was smiling. “I don’t know if I can hold it all in, though.” “Trust me, I fucked that load in so deep, it’ll come out your mouth before it comes out your ass. But just in case…” Raff took me by the arm and moved me so that I was standing behind Jesse, then pushed me to my knees. In my ear, he spoke again. “There are people who would die in order to get my cum, so I don’t like seeing it wasted. If there’s anything that Jesse can’t hold in his ass, it goes down your throat, understand?” I nodded. Jesse’s bubblebutt glistened with sweat and cum in front of me. Raff put his hand on the back of my head, and shoved me in. I instantly boroughed my tongue into Jesse. Part of my brain was still aware enough to register the bitter taste, yet it still tasted as sweet as anything I’d ever tasted, and felt a hell of a lot more slack than I remembered it from previous times I’d rimmed him. Jesse let out a moan, and collapsed into the sofa again. His hands reached back and pulled apart his cheeks, giving me better access. “Man, Jesse.” Raff said. “Your boy here really knows how to fall in line, doesn’t he?” Jesse moaned his agreement. “A good little bitch like this deserves a reward.” I felt movement at my ass. Raff took hold of the plug, and I let it ease slowly out of me. I really, really didn’t want it to go, but I also really wanted Raff’s ‘reward’. The plug popped out, and the feeling of not having anything in there was horrible. Instantly, I imagined how Jesse must feel not having Raff inside him, and tried to force my tongue even deeper inside. I could taste something salty, and realized some of Raff’s cum was trickling down. Just like Raff ordered, I didn’t allow any of it to escape me. I’d swallowed plenty of loads before, but eating it out of Jesse’s perfect ass made the taste so much more incredible. I moaned into Jesse’s ass, which made him laugh. There was a sharp pain at my hole. Raff was inserting another one of those ‘T’ crystals in me. This one wasn’t anywhere near as painful as the last. “Is this one smaller?” I asked, disappointed. Before he answered, Raff put his spare hand on the back of my head and shoved my face back into Jesse. “Nah man, this one is a little bigger. You’re just not as tense now. Don’t worry boys, we’ve got a long way to go before we stop going up.” The crystal was pushed as far in as Raff’s fingers could reach, so he replaced them with the plug, which he’d relubed. “There.” He said, and slapped my asscheek. Tingles shot from his hand into my skin and through my body. “Now you two keep each other company for a little bit while I take care of some things.” I was vaguely conscious of what Raff was doing behind us. He definitely went to the mirror first and had some more of his drug cocktail, but after that, I was too distracted to follow him as he moved around the flat. He and Jesse were talking about… Something, and whenever I heard my name in a way that sounded like a question, I made a noise of agreement, but I wasn’t paying attention at all. I was completely lost to everything that wasn’t the cum coming out of Jesse’s ass, or the drugs pumping into mine. I never wanted to move from that spot, or do anything else. I could have happily spent the rest of eternity with my face buried inside Jesse. Eternity would have to wait, though. Raff’s hands on my shoulders pulled me back into the room. “Damn, kid, surely you’ve got it all by now?!” He asked. I looked up at him, and became aware of my position. I was knelt down at Raff’s feet, looking up at his ripped body. My face was about level with his cock - which even in its current semi-hard state, looked bigger than anything I’d ever taken - so naturally I buried my face in that, instead. I started licking and sucking at his balls, hoping they might produce a load for me. Raff laughed, and I felt Jesse appear next to me, mimicking my actions. “God fucking damn. I was worrying about whether Jesse would survive this, now I don’t think I will. I’m going to need back up. Let’s see what we’ve got...” Raff sat down on the sofa and gestured for us to join him. Jesse stayed on the floor between his legs, still working at his cock, but Raff got me to stand, then took me by the hips and pulled me so I was straddling his lap, facing him. I could feel Jesse’s hair tickling my lower back as he played. “Right then, you…” One hand was holding his phone, looking through messages, but the other was on the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place. “You’ve never been bred before, right?” I laughed, and started to tell him I’d been fucked plenty of times, but he cut me off. “I didn’t ask if you’ve ever been fucked by some dumb little twink wearing a rubber! I asked if you’ve been bred before. Have you been taken by a real man, like I just took this bitch, and received his gift the way Jesse just received mine?” I bit my lip, and shook my head. Visions of the scene I’d just recorded flashed in my mind, except my brain seamlessly replaced Jesse’s body with my own. “Will you breed me?” I whimpered. “I want your gift.” I kissed at his neck as I spoke. “Please…” I heard a rumbling laughter come from Raff’s throat. “I know you do, kid. But there’s a problem…” He indicated downwards, and I realized that I’d been grinding myself into his abs. I’d been doing it so hard I didn’t understand how I hadn’t noticed it. “See, your greedy housemate just took my load, and it ain’t fair on you if I can’t give you every last drop for your very first time.” I whimpered again. I was honestly more interested in having him fuck me as hard as he’d fucked Jesse, than I was about how much he came in me. “Hey, don’t cry. Look here.” I looked at his phone as he scrolled through messages. They were all replies to a video he’d uploaded into a private group chat entitled ‘Sharers’ - Holy shit, it was the one I’d just recorded. I must have been rimming Jesse a lot longer than I’d realized, for him to have uploaded it, have other people watch it, and then receive comments. All the messages were reacting to ‘how fucking hot’ it was. Some said dull things like ‘wish I were there’ or ‘wish I were you’, calling Raff lucky. Others expressed desire to be my ‘converter’. One message caught my eye. ‘I’ll tear that little cunt apart. Where you at?’ “That one?” Raff replied when I pointed it out. He looked at the sender, then bellowed with laughter, so much so that his body shook. Being right on top of him meant I felt the vibrations go through me, as well. “I’ve shared with him before, but you sure you don’t want to set the bar a little lower? He ain’t kidding when he says he’ll tear you apart.” Raff showed me a photo, and I practically drooled. On any other day, it probably would have disgusted me, but right now, I wanted it. It was a dick pic, that must have been sent by a complete maniac. It was huge. It had a chunky piercing in the head. And there was a black tattoo on the shaft - it looked like it linked in with some pattern going all over the guys body, but I couldn't see much else. It looked dangerous. Raff must have seen the hunger in my eyes, because he didn’t wait for any further confirmation. He opened up a private chat with this person, and sent his location, along with the message “How quickly can you get here?” ~~~ The answer was ‘pretty damn quick’, but we still had time for a bit more messing around, just the three of us. More lines were snorted, more body parts licked and sucked at, and Raff shoved another crystal inside me. “Just an extra little one.” He explained. “You’re going to need all the help you can get with Dev.” Dev was the name of the tattooed man on his way round. “Fuck, boys. I’ve seen and done more conversions than I can count, but I ain’t ever going to forget tonight. You two dumb fucks won’t either.” I was so damn excited. Raff was constantly on his phone texting people, but every couple of minutes, I asked to see the photo again. Eventually, he went over to Jesse’s computer and loaded up a new video. It was a mess of a video, obviously filmed on a phone's camera by someone who could barely hold still. But I instantly saw Dev’s dick, and that was all I cared about. The recording never went higher than his belly button, but I could see that the black ink pattern on him must have gone all over his body. On his stomach, Dev had a symbol tattooed, that I recognised as a ‘danger’ symbol that I sometimes saw on bleach or in sci fi films. There was no piercing in his dick in this video, though. “Yeah, that’s pretty new. Dev’s become a lot more fucked up since he came off his meds.” Raff explained, when I pointed it out. In the video, Dev was fucking someone, and he was fucking them hard. Whoever it was, they were dark skinned and, from what little of them I could see, pretty young. They also weren’t moving very much, or making noise. There was definitely audio - Dev grunted as he pounded, and the cameraman didn’t know how to shut up, constantly saying ‘fuck yeah’ and ‘breed that stupid cunt’, and so on. I asked Raff if the guy was okay, which just made him laugh. “Yeah, he’s having the time of his fucking life. I’ve met him a few times and trust me, he’d have been pissed off if Dev had stopped. He’s just in a K hole there.” I didn’t know what a K hole was, but it was just one more odd term I let wash over me. The video ended as abruptly as it started. I didn’t see anything more of Dev, just a few sweet minutes of watching someone get wrecked the way I was about to get wrecked, and I knew that I wanted it bad. Jesse spoke up when the screen went to black. “How many people like this do you know, Raff?” He asked. “Tons.” Raff waved his phone in his hand. “And pretty much every single one of them wants to welcome you two to the group.” We both shot up at that. “Maybe once Dev has broken Toby in, we could make something happen?” He winked, and didn’t even wait for our excited agreement before he started making calls. He got up from the sofa, heading out of the room towards Jesse’s bedroom as he began talking to people. Jesse and I looked at each other, grinning like two kids at Christmas. He climbed on top of me and we began making out, grinding our useless dicks against each other. ‘Drone dick’ was such a weird sensation, since everything that touched my dick still felt the way it should, but it just didn’t seem to cause the reaction it was supposed to. By this point, I was well beyond caring, though. I put my hands on Jesse’s ass cheeks and squeezed them tight. “This is fucking incredible…” I told him when our mouths finally broke apart. “Fuck yeah…” He whispered into my ear, before kissing and sucking at my neck for a few minutes. I could hear Raff talking and occasionally laughing from the other room, but he wasn’t loud enough to make out what was being said. After a few minutes of gentle kissing, stroking and grinding, Jesse spoke again. His tone had changed a little. “Toby, you get what’s about to happen to you, right?” “I’m about to be split in half by some crazy guy with a massive dick?” I asked. “No.” Jesse grinned. “Well yeah, that too, but I mean… You know what Raff means when he says he’s converted me, right?” I thought it just meant that Raff had made Jesse his slut. ‘Converted’ him into a whore, or something like that. Jesse’s tone made it clear that I’d missed something, though, so I shook my head. “He’s poz.” Jesse said, and when he realized that I didn’t recognize the word. “HIV positive. When he says he’s given me his gift, he means he’s made me like him. And Dev is going to do the same to you.” My heart pounded in my chest. It had been doing that all evening, but now I was suddenly much more aware of it. I tried to speak, but Jesse cut me off. “Don’t freak out!” He said, and began kissing me all over, on the lips, the face, the neck, wherever he could reach. “You don’t get how great this is. I know it’s scary right now, but in a little bit, it’ll all be over, and we’ll both be free. No more fucking around with condoms and stupid rules. We can fuck like real men, like Raff and Dev.” Jesse looked me in the eye. “And we’ll be brothers, just like what Raff said, right?” I can’t remember if I thought of Reese then, but it was pretty damn clear that Jesse wasn’t. However, there was something about him that absorbed me. There was fire in his eyes, and he had never looked sexier. Besides, it was already too late, right? Raff was poz, and he’d fucked Jesse, and I’d eaten the cum right out of Jesse’s ass. Was I already poz too? There was a knock at the door. The photo of Dev: https://imgur.com/a/saeqBjB

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.

Hey guys, this is my first porn story, so I hope you like it. There's plenty more chem-fueled pigginess in later chapters if you guys are into it. It was the summer after I’d graduated from high school in Dallas, Texas in the early 2000s. I’d come out a couple of years earlier, lost my virginity, and became a bit of a rebel. The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, what crazy color I died my hair, how baggy my jeans were, or how much I sneered and skulked around, I always looked like a sweet, innocent little boy. I looked maybe 15, max, but even that was pushing it. My skin was lily white and covered in freckles. I had curly strawberry blonde hair that grew out to be a big bush on the top of my head, small mouth, and big expressive blue eyes. I stood about 5’9 with a bit of a belly and the remnants of man boobs from growing up as a fat kid. When it came to guys, I had very little confidence at all. But I was horny all the time. All. The. Time. And from reading stories about older guys seducing younger guys on nifty.org, I’d learned that putting things in my ass was a hell of a good time. I’d put any kind of household object up there, tooth brushes, a wooden flute, even a small shampoo bottle once. I’d read all these stories about kinky sex that I wanted to try, but was too scared to look for or really even understand. But I did manage to meet up with a few older dudes for fun, but they didn’t turn out as hot as my fantasies were. So a week after my 18th birthday, there was a death in the family. I wasn’t particularly close to this great aunt, but my family all wanted to go pay their respects. My grandmother decided to leave me behind to run her business where she was the only employee while she was gone, and that suited me just fine. They packed up the car, and I promised to take care of her office, flashing my boyish smile. All was good. On the second or third day of me manning the place, one of her long-time customers came in. His name was James. He was about 6’1 with a lanky frame and salt and pepper hair in his late 30s or so. He wasn’t the most handsome guy, but he’d always been extra nice. I basically grew up in that office, so I’d known him for at least 10 years at that point. And every time I saw him he’d make sure to give me a big hug and would tell me jokes in the squeaky, over-animated kind of voice he had, like an extra from Mr. Rogers or something, but he always made me laugh. That day, I guess he’d been out riding his bike, because he was covered in blue lycra with a nice sized bulge in the crotch that I tried really hard not to look at for too long. I’d never noticed that James had so much going on between his legs before. “Hey, kiddo, how you doing? Where’s your grandma?” “Hiya, Mr. James!” I exclaimed. I called nearly everyone Mr. So-and-so in those days. I told him where she’d gone, but that I’d be happy to help him any way I could. He got this dark, mischievous grin for a second and said, “Oh, gosh, that’s right, isn’t it. I guess I must have forgotten! I’m so silly sometimes.” “You are silly without a doubt, Mr. James.” His voice was like a cartoon character. It was fun to have banter like we did when I was a kid, but I was clearly a grown man at this point. Mr. James seemed to have other ideas. I bristled a bit, but I was determined to prove that I was all grown up now. He demanded a hug, like always, so I got up from behind the desk and gave him one. I tried to be firm and manly to show him just how mature I was at that point, but when he wrapped his arms around me I felt this jolt go through me I’d never felt before. His grip was so soft and comforting. I felt so safe and secure there in his arms. The smell of his sweat and the lycra made my head spin. My breath was a little heavier than I would have liked, but he didn’t seem to want to let go. The hug went on a little longer than it probably should have, but then we settled back into our chairs and struck up a conversation. He was sitting right across from me with his legs spread in typical man stance. I could see the clear outline of his bulge in those blue lycra shorts, and it was making me hot as hell. The conversation was boring small talk, but he kept opening and closing his legs. And every time he did I couldn’t help but look down to watch his bulge shift and flex, and could almost see the outline of his cockhead resting just to the left of his balls. He pretended not to notice and kept the conversation going. But I just couldn’t stop looking at his package, and his dick, it just seemed to keep growing. I started to get a bit nervous, but it didn’t stop me from looking. I found myself just staring openly at the lump moving down his thigh, and the conversation trailed off. I looked up at him all sheepish for a second at having gotten caught, but he just chuckled his goofy little laugh and smiled encouragingly at me. But I was too dumbfounded to move. He looked down at his crotch and back up at me with a look of fake surprise, like he’d pulled a quarter from behind my ear and just discovered it. “Hey, hey! Look at that!” he said. Slowly he reached down, grabbed his cock, and waggled it at me with a playful little smirk. I was frozen in place, mesmerized. “So how long have you been into guys,” he asked the question so casually, but my heat leapt into my throat. “Um…a few years now,” I stammered. “A few years, huh? Well it sounds like you got started early.” “Yeah,” I said, laughing a little. “Have you been with a boy yet?” “Um…well, I lost my virginity at 15. He was 48, though, so not really a boy. And I wouldn’t say I’ve had good sex yet.” “Oh I see. That’s my precocious boy. Exploring what he wants before anyone expected. Have you ever been to a bathhouse?” “No,” I muttered, “I just turned 18 last week.” “Aw,” he said, with a little bit of disappointment, but he gave me this wolfish smile. I couldn’t believe I was being so honest with him. Something about him just made me feel like I could trust him. “Hey, kiddo, have I told you how handsome you’ve gotten?” I just blushed, not sure of what to say. “I mean you’ve always been a very cute little boy, but now you’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” They hadn’t, and it showed. I couldn’t help but beam at him, and his cock twitched. I flicked my gaze down and saw that his bulge had grown even larger. A wet spot had formed at the tip. My small mouth opened in surprise. James watched me and his goofy smile disappeared. He got serious and quiet. Suddenly he wasn’t the same old silly Mr. James I’d known all these years. There was this darkness to him I’ never seen before. Like he’d been planning to get me into a spot just like this all along, and I thought briefly about what I was getting myself into. “Let’s try something fun,” he said quietly. He got up, his cock now obscenely stretched against his hip. I could see every vein and the thick ridge of his cockhead. Methodically he strutted around the office, closing all of the blinds, his dick wobbling back and forth under the lycra, and I marveled at his transformation, how masculine he seemed, how in charge. I stumbled up from the desk and followed his lead, shutting the door and locking it. He turned to look at me with this sense of purpose in his eyes, like whatever he was about to do to me was inevitable, and I got scared. He checked himself immediately and the goofy smile came back as he flexed his cock. The wet spot got bigger. He spread his arms and did this funny little duck walk over to me that made his dick bob up and down with every lurching step. I couldn’t help but laugh and was immediately put at ease. He’d spent years perfecting the art of cheering me up. It worked every time. He came in for another big hug, his man-sized frame enfolding mine. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach. “Hey, kiddo,” he said as his hands slid down to hold my plump ass through my jeans. “How you doing?” “Good,” I stuttered. I was shaking like a leaf. “Goooooood,” he said in soothing tones and moved my hand onto his throbbing cock. It felt firm and full in my hand and I gave it a few little squeezes. He moaned and brought me in for a kiss, my neck straining back to accommodate his height. I felt his tongue pressing against my teeth, which was new for me. Wanting to show him just how much I’d grown up though, I just went with it. His big wet tongue invaded my mouth and explored every nook and cranny. I gagged a bit when he reached the back of my throat, but he just petted the back of my head and held me in place. Soon I was sucking on his tongue like there was no tomorrow. He pried me away and kissed down my cheek to my neck. I let out a little gasp and my whole body went rigid. It was the most amazing thing I’d felt up to this point in my life. And when he began to gently suck and lick, I couldn’t help but moan. Immediately he pulled back and laughed. Putting one of his big, hairy hands gently over my mouth. “I love your pretty little moans, kiddo, but you’ve gotta keep it quiet right now, understand?” I nodded. “Why don’t we go into the back for a while?” he said. And I hastily grabbed his hand and led him back to the little hallway where we had a tiny kitchen to the left, and the bathroom and a big pile of bird seed sacks to the right. He pushed me up against the sink and kissed ravenously. He unbuckled my jeans and they fell to the ground. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my whole life as he squatted down, took off his classes, and yanked down my briefs. My 6 inches of uncut boymeat bounced into the open and, without missing a beat, Mr. James swallowed up my entire cock in his mouth and started slurping away. If what I felt before was good, this was at least a thousand times better, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He reached up with his long, hairy arm and clamped his hand over my mouth while he mercilessly milked my dick for every bit of pleasure it could get. I got real close to cumming, I was right on the edge, but he pulled away as quick as he had started. He stood up and tugged me to him forcefully, spitting on his fingers and going in for another deep kiss. His fingers found my pink little boy hole and began gently circling, teasing, as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His touch was electric on my hole and I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my hips against him. Firmly but gingerly he teased around the outside of my hole, getting each and every one of those nerve endings tickling. Then he pulled back his hands and his kiss and unzipped a pocket in his riding vest that looked to have a little sandwich baggy inside. He put two fingers deeply into his mouth, coating them thickly with spit and rummaged around in the sandwich baggy, covering them in white powder. “What’s that,” I whispered in a scared voice. “Just some special lube to help get you opened up.” ‘B-but it’s powder,” I stammered. “Don’t worry, it mixes with the spit once it’s in your hole, and then you'll start to feel really good.” And with that he shoved his finger inside me. I tried to cry out, but he planted his lips over mine as he wormed his way deeper inside me, stretching out my ring and making himself known to my tender insides. The finger burned like fire, and I tried to pull away, but he had me where he wanted me. My hole winked around his finger with the struggle and he slipped the other finger in and I gasped. My heart started beating faster in my chest, my hole started to loosen, and my horniness got ramped up more than I thought was possible. After a minute his fingers felt like magic inside me, and I unreservedly thrust my cock between his lycra clad thighs. I became acutely aware of his cock throbbing against my stomach and rubbed myself against him. “Hey kiddo, that’s my boy,” he murmured as he stretched out my hole. “That’s it.” All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me. I needed it. I didn’t really like bottoming that much with actual guys, really, but I had to have his cock, and I had to have it right then. I grabbed his cock and gave it a desperate little tug. He laughed and asked if I was having a good time. “Yes, Mr. James.” I said, unintentionally mimicking the cadence I used when I was little. “Oh, good boy,” he said, his cartoony chuckle coming back. “I like that you still call me that. Now do you know what comes next, son?” “No, sir,” I said, but I really, really hoped. “Oh-ho I think you know,” he said, and twisted his fingers even deeper inside me I moaned and he withdrew his fingers. I felt so empty and scared it might be ending. “Why don’t you go get on that stack of bird seed bags, kiddo, and stick out your cute little but for me.” I giggled, and did what he asked. Once I was on all fours on the bird seed, I stuck out my ass and gave it a little shake, and Mr. James let out a low moan. I heard him spit on his hand and felt him move in behind me. He put up one leg on the birdseed next to me and soon I felt the wet tip of his cock moving up and down my crack. My whole body tensed and I stammered out, “D-d-d-do you have a condom?” “Uh-oh!” he said in a sing songy voice and kept rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass sending vibrations through my entire body. My hole was begging for his cock. “I’m fresh out of rubbers, little buddy. Do you want me to stop?” he said, swirling his hips and making my hole twitch and buck. I didn’t answer. “Because I sure will if you want me to, kiddo. Do you want me to?” Still I didn’t answer. “Huh?” he asked, poking at my hole with the head of his cock. “Huh?” he asked going deeper. “I mean…” I trailed off. He broke through the seal of my hole and sunk in deep. All seven inches of his thick cock were buried in me to the hilt, and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock in my stretched out ring. He smoothed his hands around the small of my back and leaned down to give me a kiss right between the shoulders, and I relaxed and let out a big breath. This was Mr. James, after all. He wouldn’t hurt me. “Mmmm, it seems like you might like that, I don’t know if you want me to stop, do you? Gently he made little circles in my hole with his fat cock, loosening me up. My hole burned, but it also felt better than any cock I’d ever experienced. I let out a little yelp of pleasure. “Hmmm, what was that? Did you want me to stop?” he asked, thrusting his hips in even deeper, giving me short little strokes as he ground around inside me. “Do you? Do you want me to stop?” The thrusts grew longer, and I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “I want to hear an answer from you, little buddy, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to pound your fucking pussy?” I let out a cry of joy, pushing back on him. Trying to get more of this dick that was bringing me into a whole new world of pleasure. “That’s not good enough, kiddo. I said I wanted a fucking answer,” he said and he maneuvered himself so both his feet were on the bird seed bag, it bulged with our combined weight. He sunk his cock in as deep as it would go and leaned over to whisper in my ears. “Now, I want you to think about this and give me an answer like a good boy, okay? Can you do that for me?”. I nodded. “Now,” he said, grinding his cock in swirls, rubbing his leaking cock head against the walls of my ass. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to pound. That. Pussy!” And with those last three words he would pull all the way out and slam right back in. A sound ripped from my throat. “Yes! Yes, please don’t stop!” “Stop what?” he said, back to the slow grind. “Please don’t stop p-p-p-pounding my—please don’t stop pounding my pussy,” I said, unintentionally slipping back into that little boy cadence. He groaned a deep throated groan and softly petted the back of my head. He leaned in close and licked my ear. “Then get ready.” What came next was an unrelenting assault on my hole. He fucked me deep and he fucked me hard, and he didn’t stop. He wrapped a hand over my mouth and pulled my head back so my whole back arched up, exposing my plump, lily white ass for the taking as he thrust in deep over and over. I freaked a bit and tried to buck him off, but he just held me still until I gave in to the onslaught of his cock. His breathing got faster, and his thrusts got more ragged as my hole squeezed at his thickness. “Unnnnh, little buddy, I’m gonna give you my load.” I struggled when he said this. I’d never taken a load before, and I was terrified. I always used condoms. Always. But he had me in a firm grip. His pounding kept going and going and going and I couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure he was forcing through every cell in my body. He let out a strangled cry, thrust in as far as he could go, and I felt his cock spasm over and over again. Wetness spread deep inside me, and my dick instantly got steel hard again. As he collapsed on top of me, the lycra of his riding fest sticking to my back, cock still lodged inside of me, I started to panic. Just like he always did, though, Mr. James calmed me down and we curled up together on the bags of birdseed, spoon style as he gently thrust in, rubbing his cum into the walls of my hole. With the intensity of the moment, I started to sniffle a bit, but he held me tight. “Hey, hey, kiddo. There’s no need to cry. Was that your first load?” “Yeah…” I said quietly. “Well then that was a big step you just took. I’m proud of you, little buddy. Good work. Did it feel good?” he asked as he spread his man cum around my tender insides. “Yeah…” I muttered. “Well then who gives a hot damn, is what I say. You’ve gotta embrace that inner pig I just saw, and I’d love to show you how. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Here, why don’t we get cleaned up, kiddo.” With that we got up and got our pants back on. Mr. James pulled me in for a big hug and rubbed my back in big circles. “That was a lot of fun today, but there’s so much more I want to show you. Here’s my number in case you ever want to try going to one of those bathhouses we were talking about.” I took the slip of paper he handed to me, and gave him one more hug for the road. “Thank you, Mr. James. That was a lot of fun.” “Anytime, partner,” he said, as he walked toward the office door. “Hey, have you ever tried ecstasy,” he asked? “No, but I’ve always wanted to,” I replied. He grinned that goofy grin. “Well, then, until next time."

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.

1. Finding the Line Whenever we look back on that weekend, I’ve never been able to pinpoint exactly when we crossed the line. Jesse can never decide which chemical was one chemical too far. And I’m certain that even Reese couldn’t say where the point of no return was. But I can’t deny it - we definitely crossed the line. There was definitely one drug too far, and a lot more after that. And when all the white dust settled, there was definitely no returning to how things used to be. ~~~ The weekend started in typical style, on Friday night. Jesse and Reese were fighting again. Over what, I didn’t know, since I’d got home late enough to miss the shouting match that had no doubt happened earlier. No doubt one of them or the other had slept with the wrong person or wasn’t 100% sure if there had been a condom, and the other reacted as if he would never do something so heinous. Jesse and Reese were one of those typical gay couples; too slutty for monogamy, too jealous for polyamory. When I got home, I checked the trash for broken glass, but there was nothing. It probably didn’t get physical this time, at least. But I’d been living with them long enough to recognise the signs that they’d been fighting. If they were in good moods, Jesse would be singing along to awful music as he cooked, while Reese sat on the sofa, endlessly tuning his electric guitar, headphones on and Jesse’s music thoroughly drowned out. The apartment would be smelling of garlic and something burning, and I’d immediately lock myself up in my room and try to escape Jesse’s singing. That was no easy task. We lived in a tiny apartment in a run down area of New York. Just two bedrooms, both barely big enough for one person, let alone two, plus a cramped bathroom with perpetually grimy windows. Only the front room offered any real comfort, with just enough space for a big sofa and a desk, plus a tiny kitchen tucked away in one corner. But they definitely were not in good moods. The silence that greeted me when I arrived was enough to tell me that. As I passed Reese and Jesse’s room, I heard some rustling, then found Jesse on the sofa in the front room still in his work polo, but lacking pants, only wearing underwear. Pretending to play on his phone, he scrolled endlessly down some porn filled social media feed, no doubt. He smiled at me as I entered the room, and even winked at me. That only meant one thing - this time, it was Reese that had messed up, and Jesse was the offended party. Which meant Jesse and I would be fucking as soon as we were left alone. Maybe it makes me a shitty person, but Reese and Jesse’s relationship hitting the rocks was pretty much the best thing to happen to my sex life. Whenever one of them thought they were in the right, they would celebrate their victory by ‘secretly’ fucking about with me. Neither of them would ever involve me in one of their fights, but that didn’t mean I was a No Man’s Land. Quite the opposite - I was the trump card of their relationship. One could have as much sex with me as he liked, and the other would never raise an objection, since he was doing it too. It was far from the biggest issue in their relationship, and I was more than happy with the arrangement. Even before Reese came out of their room, I had a pretty good idea of what was happening. Seeing him in his black tracksuit with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder just confirmed it. He nodded to me when he saw me, and said “I’m gonna go see the folks.” This might have been true, but it was equally possible he was going to find some barely legal to split in two. I felt a pang of jealousy - Reese had the bigger dick, and Jesse would probably want to bottom, but beggars shouldn’t be choosers. “Cool.” Was my only reply as I powered up the playstation. We caught each others eye for a moment, and I could tell he was thinking something along the same lines as me. He smirked, before turning to the desk and picking up a few things he’d be needing. Yep, some young thing was about to get ruined. Another pang of jealousy. Jesse didn’t look up from his phone, and I loaded up some old first person shooter, more for the sake of creating some noise to fill the silence than any real desire to play a game. Reese filled up his bag, zipped it shut, and rattled his keys as he scooped them up from the desk. He turned to leave, and for a moment, I thought they weren’t even going to say bye. “See you on Sunday?” Jesse asked as Reese was about to leave. He paused in the doorway for a few seconds. “Yeah.” Jesse visibly unclenched. “See ya.” And nothing more was said. He continued walking, and I heard the sound of him pissing in the bathroom, then the opening and closing - not slamming - of the front door. Jesse and I looked at each other, and he smiled at me, sadly. ~~~ It wasn’t long before things got going. I’d played two very poor rounds of Domination while Jesse watched on, before he stood up and headed to his bedroom. “I guess he actually is going to his parents.” He said on his way back in. “He didn’t take this with him, at least.” He’d lost his shirt, wearing only his light blue briefs now, and carried in a plastic tub that I knew all too well. The weed box. Cool. It was going to be a silly night. No way Jesse would do anything but bottom when stoned, but at least it wasn’t going to be a quick, shameful fuck followed by him disappearing into his room for the rest of the weekend. We traded items - I took the weed box and Jesse took the controller. We were both awful at the game, but I could at least roll a joint. I didn’t even need to watch what I was doing as I prepared it. Jesse got shot down as I took some weed from the baggie, and again as I twisted the grinder. He managed to stay alive for a while while I filled the paper with slightly stale tobacco, mostly by not going anywhere near the parts of the map where the fighting actually happened. He managed to blow himself up on his own grenade while I prepared the roach, and by the time I was sealing the joint up, he’d already given up entirely. “It’s a stupid game.” He told me. I only raised an eyebrow in response, and lit the joint. I took a short drag to test it, then a much longer one once I was sure it wouldn’t make the lightweight Jesse white out, then passed it over, taking the controller back. He slid up next to me on the sofa and brought the joint up to his lips. We didn’t speak for a while, but I saw his hand shaking as he smoked, so I put my hand on his knee and gave it a little squeeze before my game started. He smiled at me again, happier this time, and rested his head on my shoulder and a hand on my thigh, watching me play. Every now and then, he’d take a drag, or bring the joint up to my lips so that I didn’t have to wait for breaks in the game. We burnt through the joint a lot faster than we should have, and my head was spinning. Every time Jesse’s hand returned to my thigh, it was a little closer to my cock, which was slowly swelling inside my jeans. The game ended and I rolled another joint and sat it to one side, not intending to have it straight away, but Jesse had other plans. He took up the joint and lit it, taking a long drag, but he didn’t exhale. Instead, he leaned in, pushed my shaggy brown hair out of my eyes, and brought his mouth to mine. If I were a smarter, less stoned man, everything that followed might have seemed obvious and avoidable, but I was taken by surprise. He exhaled the smoke into my mouth, and I breathed it into my lungs. I’d shotgunned before, but only with Reese, not Jesse. Jesse was never normally this forward, but I wasn’t about to start complaining. We broke apart so I could exhale, and he shifted position, straddling my lap. I took him by the hips, slipping my fingers under the fabric of his briefs, and pulling him into me. His dick was rock hard against my stomach, and he began grinding into me as our mouths found each other again. I brought one hand up to the back of his neck and held him in place, and shoved my tongue into his mouth, making out with him the way I knew he liked. Breaking the kiss apart again, I found the joint and took a long drag, bringing my spare hand to Jesse’s asscheek and squeezing it hard. He moaned. “You gonna fuck me real hard?” He asked. Before I answered, I brought his mouth to mine and exhaled, letting him breathe in my smoke, then we made out a little longer. “That depends.” I answered when we came up for air. “I think we’re out of lube. That gonna be a problem?” His only answer was to start moving off me. I grabbed his underwear with both hands, yanking them down away from him as he moved. His cock sprang out so hard that it flicked a little preum onto my arm. I took a look at him standing naked in front of me. His chest, stomach, and dick were all clean shaven - clearly Reese and Jesse had made plans for this weekend, before Reese’s indisgression. Of the three of us, Jesse’s dick was the smallest, but it was still a decent six inches (Reese was the biggest at seven and a half, and I was somewhere in the middle, though mine was thickest). A very physical job made his body thin but lean. His balls were big, tight, and looked about ready to burst, and he had a sweet round bubble butt that I was all too happy to have sat on my face for hours, on nights when Jesse had been feeling more dominant. Not much chance of that tonight though. Jesse dropped to his knees and buried his face in my crotch. I ran one hand through his sandy blonde hair and held him in place while I smoked with the other. My cock was straining to escape at least my jeans, but for the moment, I ignored it. Instead, I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and Jesse’s hands instantly shot up and found my nipples. I moaned, and held his head tighter as I grinded my denim covered dick into Jesse’s mouth. Taking my hand off his head, I slipped it between us and began to unbuckle my belt. Jesse instantly took over, and in one smooth movement, my jeans, underwear, and even my socks were whipped off, and we were both completely naked. His mouth engulfed my cock, pausing just a moment to clean off the precum that had built up at the tip, then sliding all the way down till his nose nestled into my pubes. I usually kept things smooth down there, but it had been a while since I tidied up, so there was a thin layer of dark brown hair giving my pale skin some colour. Jesse had destroyed his gag reflex years before the first time I felt him around my cock, and could deepthroat so well, you could be forgiven for thinking he didn’t actually need to breathe, so long as he had a cock in his mouth. He worked his way up and down my 7 inches the way he knew I liked, bobbing up and down so I could feel the tip of my dick slipping in and out of his throat. One of his hands found my balls and squeezed gently. The other, to my surprise, went to my ass, fingers wiggling towards my hole. This wasn’t like him at all. I took another drag and moved so that he had easier access. Instantly, he stopped sucking my dick and moved down. I felt his wet lips against my hole, and he burrowed his tongue inside. “Holy fuck, Jesse!” I practically yelled, and my cock twitched so hard it looked like it bounced off my stomach before slapping back down with a sloppy noise. I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing them up, so I lifted my legs and held the backs of my knees to give him better access. I’d never known Jesse to do anything like this before, and if his tongue didn’t feel so damn good inside me, maybe I would have had sense enough to put a stop to things there. Instead, I just moaned, and swore under my breath. No longer needing to hold my legs, Jesse’s hand found my cock and started gently pumping it as he kept eating out my ass. His other hand ran up my stomach, back to my nipple. It was a stretch, but he was clearly determined to do as much as possible. Once he started tweaking me again, I was like putty in his hands. My ass was feeling slicker and slicker as he filled it with his spit. He played with my dick just gently enough to tease me and keep it twitching. “I thought I was fucking you?” I asked, breathlessly, then instantly regretted it as his tongue slipped out of my hole and his hands left my body. I looked at him - all around his mouth shone with spit and he grinned at me. Still on his knees in front of me, he leaned forwards and pressed his dick against my ass, making me gasp. His fingers found my nipples and started twisting them. “Oh, you will be.” He said, and even in my stoned haze, I could see something dangerous in the way that he smirked. “But… You wanna have some fun, first?” “Aren’t we having fun already?” I asked. “Something more fun than this.” He leaned forwards, making his cock press right up against my hole, and kissed me gently on the lips. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around him, holding him tight against me. “Something I’ve been wanting to try for a long time.” He kissed me again, and grinded his dick against me. “Something more fun than anything you’ve done with Reese.” I raised an eyebrow. Neither of them ever acknowledged what I did with the other. “But you have to promise you’ll give it a go before I tell you what it is, okay?” He kissed me a few more times. “Is it safe?” I asked, but he just smiled at me again, and bit his lip, waiting for my answer. There was something in his eyes. I didn’t know what it was, but it made my cock twitch almost as hard as his tongue had. “... Alright. I’ll give it a try. What is it?” A thought instantly occurred to me. “You’re not fisting me. Reese already tried it and it didn’t end well.” Jesse laughed, so hard that I could feel it shake through his body. Something about that laugh made me feel more sure of myself. “Well, that’s a shame.” He told me. “But that’s not actually what I had in mind. You definitely promise?” I nodded. “Pinky swear?” He held up his little finger, and we both laughed, before I sighed and linked my pinkie around his. “Awesome.” He leaned in and kissed me once more, slipping his tongue into my mouth for a moment, before he pulled away from me. He found the joint, stuck it in my mouth and relit it for me, then stood up and headed towards his room. “Stay there, I’ll be back.” I watched his sweet little bubblebutt bounce away and decided that I’d definitely be getting my tongue inside that before the night was through. I heard him digging about in his bedroom while I puffed on the joint. There wasn’t much of it left, and a part of me was aware that Jesse had barely touched this one, but that part got quieter with each passing minute. Finally, Jesse came back into the front room, though not before going into the bathroom. His dick bounced up and down as he strided back inside and went to the desk, gesturing me to come over. I stood next to him. On the desk, he placed a mirror - the one he used to make sure the back side of his hair was as flawlessly styled as the front. On the mirror, he placed several items. An old credit card with Reese’s name on it, a pack of normal sized rizzlers, an empty can of deodorant, a straw that had been cut up into smaller pieces, and a small plastic baggie filled with some sort of white powder. My brain didn’t register what I was seeing straight away. “Jesse, what is-” Jesse spun around and forced his mouth against mine, kissing me hard. One hand grabbed my dick and squeezed as he tugged at it, while the other went round to my ass, a finger finding my hole and pressing into it. I moaned into Jesse’s mouth, and brought both my hands around him to grab his perfect asscheeks. The same part of my brain that had tracked the amount I smoked was speaking up again. Drugs. And not just weed, proper bad drugs, like cocaine or something. But my cock was rock hard in Jesse’s hand, and his ass was warm and soft under mine. He broke the kiss. “Remember, you promised to try.” He said, and smirked that dangerous smirk again. I nodded my ascent. “Watch what I do.” He let go of me and turned around. I stood right behind him, pressing my dick into his ass, which he pushed gently into me. I rested my head on his shoulder and watched, as he placed the baggie in the center of the mirror. Rolling the deodorant can over it, he crushed whatever it was into an even finer powder, then placed the can to one side. He opened up the bag and brought it to his nose, sniffing as if it were a glass of wine. He passed it under my nose and, as I sniffed, pressed his ass even harder into my dick. The smell was weird, like nothing I’d encountered before. ‘Industrial chemical’ was the only term I could think to describe it, and that didn’t fill me with confidence. But right then, all I could think about was how good my cock felt between Jesse’s cheeks. It was about to feel a lot better. Jesse upended the baggie on the mirror, tipping out the powder into a little mound. He shook the baggie, making sure to get every speck out, then placed the empty bag next to the can. Next, he took the credit card and used it to separate out a small piece of the powder, dragging it closer to the edge of the mirror nearest us. There was a crunching sound as he pressed the card down against the little pile, crushing the largest bits that the can had missed, then he separated it out into two lines. Bucking his hips against me, he got me to move back a little as he leaned forwards, taking up a straw and bringing his face close to the mirror. It would have been so easy to slip my dick inside his hole right then and there, even without lube, but I resisted the temptation. I heard a sniff, then he shot back up to standing again, with a wordless yelp. Instantly, he spun round and we were kissing again. He held my dick in one hand while grinding against me, suddenly feeling like he was moving much faster. He moaned and kissed down my neck, before pulling away again. “Fuck, that feels wild.” He said, rubbing at his nose. He stepped away and nudged me towards the mirror, holding up the straw piece. “Your turn.” I took it from him, and felt him move so that our positions were reversed. Now his dick was pressing into my ass. I looked down at the white line on the mirror, then turned to look at Jesse. He just kissed me on the cheek then nodded towards it again. I sighed. “Okay, what the hell.” And with that, I bent down, put the straw in one nostril while pinching the other closed, and snorted up the line. Toby: Jesse: Reese:

Drugged and Forced to be a Male Prostitute (Part 1) Kyle was only a senior at suburban Chicago high school. He had just turned 18 and at 5’10” he had a solid, runner’s build. With his good looks he could get any girl (or guy) he wanted, but he hadn’t begun to explore his sexuality, he was a nerd (a very cute nerd, including the glasses) and was more into school and grades. Kyle was fortunate to have a loving mother, but since his father died when he was barley 13. He was without a male influence in his life at the most important stage in his young life, puberty. Even after his father’s death, Kyle was always able to come and go as he pleased. This became easier for Kyle when his mother gave him a car for his 16th birthday. It was common for Kyle to be out all night…that is as long as he let his mom know that he wouldn’t be home. On this particular Friday, Kyle was going to check out one of the major university in the city of Chicago. He drove into the city and parked his car in a lot a few blocks from the campus. He met with an admission counselor and took a tour of the campus. The tour was conducted by a current student at the school. After the tour Kyle was hungry and decided to grab a late lunch. He headed to the student union and grabbed a sandwich and, since he didn’t know anyone at the school, sat at a table by himself. There were student’s coming and going as he relaxed and ate his lunch. Soon a couple of older students, he guessed that they must be seniors, sat down with him. They introduced themselves. “Hey there, I’m Rickey and that’s my roommate Tyler.” As they shook hands Kyle introduced himself, “I’m Kyle.” Tyler commented, “We’ve never seen you here before, where’s a good looking guy like you been hiding?” “I’m not a student here, at least not yet…..I am going to start in the fall.” Rickey then said, “Right on! We’re having a few of our friends over for a party tonight, you should come over. Where are you spending the night?” “Well, I was just going to drive back home after I finished eating. I live in the northwest suburbs of Chicago.” The two college men invited Kyle to come over and spend the night. The way the two were talking to the high school senior he felt like he couldn’t refuse. He had been to his share of high school parties with beer and pot. He knew he could control himself as to not make a fool of himself in front of a group of college students. “Sure, that sounds like it will be a lot of fun. I figure I will get to make some good friends here before I classes start this fall.” “Right on!” exclaimed Rickey. Kyle finished eating and the 3 left. As Kyle followed behind the two older college men he called and left a message for his mom that he was hanging with a few college guys and wouldn’t be home till the morning. He always felt a little sheepish, but maybe at this party he could break out and be more of a leader. After a good walk the 3 came to an old apartment building. Kyle followed the 2 as they climbed up to the top floor and he wondered to himself why the building looked to have 4 floors but they lived on the third floor. His curiosity would be answered cause as he was led into the only apartment on the top floor he discovered that they lived in a unit intended for the building’s owner. The main floor had a decent kitchen, a large living room with a den and a full bath with there were 4 bedrooms up stairs. “Just you two live here?” “It will be just us two this summer, in the fall we usually look for a few guys to occupy the other bedrooms” Tyler told him. Rickey offered Kyle a beer and the 3 settled in the living room to watch the Cub’s game. The three sat on the large sectional couch across from the 60” plasma with Kyle between the 2 roommates. The sectional was big enough so they had adequate space between each as to not make Kyle uncomfortable. Kyle drank his beer slowly and as he did he began to feel warm. He noticed that Rickey and Tyler had slipped their shirts off and were now just sitting in their cargo shorts. These two had great bodies with well defined pecs, arms and flat abs….Kyle felt a little self conscious about removing his shirt. Tyler made the suggestion, “Make yourself at home, get comfortable.” They could tell that Kyle was not comfortable about taking his shirt off and made the suggestion, “Kyle, it get’s warm in the apartment, why don’t you slip your shirt off…I’m sure you’ll feel cooler with it off.” It seemed like Kyle took that as a command as he removed his shirt to reveal his lean, thin build. Rickey helped boost Kyle’s self esteem, “Kyle you got a nice body for a young dude. I can see a lot of potential for you. You work out at all?” “A little….I’m more into my studies then working out. I run a lot though.” “What do you think Rickey, with a little work and our guidance we could make something out of that body of his.” “Right on!” Rickey agreed. “You really think I could be built like you?” Tyler told the shy teen, “Sure we do.” This brought a smile to Kyle’s face. He drank more of his beer and began to feel warmer and a little horny. Here he was with 2 good looking guys watching the Cub’s and he was getting hard. He did his best to hide his growing erection, but it was not able to and soon both Rickey and Tyler noticed and knew it was time to launch their plan. Hey slid in closer to Kyle and Rickey put his hand on Kyle’s thigh as Tyler put his arm around the teen. Kyle was not quick enough to protest….he actually felt comfortable with what the 2 were doing. Before Kyle knew it Tyler removed his glasses and was pulling him in for a kiss while Rickey moved his hand up his leg into his shorts. This was all new to Kyle; he had never been with anyone sexually except himself. He figured he’d go with it, and if he didn’t like it then he’d know he wasn’t gay. But he was discovering that he did like the way these 2 hot studs were making him feel. He felt his senses going into over load as Rickey played with his 7” cut cock and Tyler’s tongue probed into his mouth. It didn’t take long before Kyle’s shorts and boxers were on the ground. Rickey began to lick and suck Kyle’s cock as Tyler pulled Kyle down to his crotch. As Tyler held his head down he moved his cargo shorts down revealing a nice 8” cut cock. Tyler urged…no commanded that Kyle lick his cock, “Lick my cock, lick it from the base to the tip.” Kyle was in virgin territory and did was he felt was right, just follow their directions. The last thing he wanted the roommates to know was that he was a virgin. Kyle’s lack of experience showed when Rickey told him to suck Tyler’s cock. He wasn’t sure what to do and did the best he could just getting the tip in his mouth. “Watch the teeth Kyle!” Kyle pulled off for a second to say “Sorry.” Rickey could tell that Kyle was about to cum and the 2 didn’t want that just yet. He pulled off Kyle’s cock and came up to kiss he lover, Tyler. The 2 roommates whispered to each other ss Kyle continued to try and do his best to suck Tyler. Tyler asked, “Is this the first time you’ve ever sucked a guy’s cock?” Kyle kept stroking Tyler’s cock as he lifted his head and attempted to deny this fact. Rickey let him know, “It’s ok if you’ve never done this before. We can teach you, we can teach you a lot.” Kyle felt more at ease and admitted the truth, “Yeah, I’ve never done this before….I’m a virgin.” Tyler asked, “So, you think you’re gay?” “I don’t really know….I’ve never been with a girl or guy.” “It’s ok”, Rickey reassured him, “Let’s head up stairs and get comfortable and we can teach you everything.” They headed up the stairs, stark naked, and went into the master bedroom. There Kyle sat down as Tyler stepped into the bathroom for a second. When he returned he had a bottle of poppers, a few white and blue pills and something else that Kyle couldn’t see. Kyle asked, “What are the pills for?” Tyler told him, “The blue ones will keep you hard and horny,” Rickey said, “The white one will relax you.” Kyle naivety showed, he figured that these guys knew what they were doing, they wouldn’t hurt him. He swallowed the pills. “What’s the little brown bottle for?” Tyler said “Those are poppers, they also help relax you when you sniff them” as he opened the bottle and took a couple deep hits in each nostril. He then handed the bottle to Rickey and he did the same. They then handed the bottle to Kyle and he didn’t even hesitate when he took his hits. Kyle’s head was spinning. The ecstasy was beginning to kick in as the poppers hit him hard. The roommates knew that they had him right where they wanted him. Before Kyle knew what was happening Rickey grabbed his left arm and Tyler stuck him with a needle. The next thing Kyle felt was a warmth rush up his arm and felt it difficult to breath. He coughed out a couple times. He heard a ringing in his ears and felt as if he was floating. When he started to gain a comprehension as to what was happening….he was on his back with his legs on Rickey’s shoulders. He looked up at Rickey as he began to realize that he was being fucked. Kyle didn’t say a word, he simply moaned out in pleasure to what was happening. Tyler was over his head and as Kyle came around, Tyler began to feed Kyle his cock. Kyle eagerly sucked it down and, with the position he was in, took it down his throat. With a free hand he reached down to feel Ricks cock sliding in and out of his ass when he made a startling discovery….Rickey was not wearing a rubber. For a brief moment Kyle panicked, he remembered all the lectures and videos he watched in health class on STD’s and safe sex, but after Tyler shoved the poppers back under his nose forcing him to take some deep hits. His head was spinning as he heard the 2 college stud’s talking. “Rickey, this fag can make us some good cash over the next 4 years.” “Right on! With some good training and the proper encouragement he’ll be a perfect addition to our crew. Hey Ty, how much did you give him?” “Close to 2 quarters.” “That’s a good start, we got to get him hooked so he will be depended on us.” Kyle barely heard yet understood what the 2 studs were talking about. “I’m getting close Ty….he’s got one hot ass here.” “Breed him bro, breed his virgin ass.” Rickey looked down at Kyle and told him, “Look at me, keep those baby blues on mine.” Tyler pulled his cock from Kyle’s mouth, “There’ll be plenty of time to teach you to suck cock and swallow cum.” Kyle looked up at Tyler as he spoke and was reminded, “LOOK AT ME BITCH!” as he felt a hand slap him across his face. He looked up at Rickey. “I want you to remember this, always look at the John’s eyes when he fucks you, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE IS ABOUT TO CUM IN YOUR ASS!” Kyle had his eyes locked on Rickey as he heard him start to moan and grunt. He punctuated each thrust with a grunt. Then it happened, “FUCK I’M CUMMING!!!! I’M BEEDING YOUR ASS, YOUR VIRGIN NEG HOLE. IT BELONGS TO ME NOW!!!” As Rickey’s orgasm concluded he ground his cock inside Kyle’s formerly virgin hole making sure that every ounce of his seed was massaged into his gut. Rickey pulled his still hard cock out of Kyle and he was quickly replaced by Tyler’s. “MY TURN TO CLAIM YOUR ASS AS MY OWN!” Tyler exclaimed as he rammed the entire length of his 8” cock inside the teen. With the change in position he was able to get a good look at the cock that had taken his virginity and probably his health. Rickey’s cock was the same length as Tyler’s, but uncut. Since Tyler had his cock down Kyle’s throat he had already worked his balls to near boiling point. He began to breath heavier as Kyle could feel his cock thicken. Kyle had his eyes locked on Tyler as the stud reached the point of no return. “UH, UH, UH, TAKE MY CHARGED CUM YOU FUCKING WHORE!” And Kyle was filled with his second load of poz cum.

I'm 23 years old now, and have been with many men, but the man who showed me that I was gay will always have a special place in my heart. His name was Ryan, and he was a neighbor who lived just down the block from my family. We'll pretend his last name was Thomas, 'cause I never called him Ryan. only Mister 'Thomas'. I was still living at home, just out of high school and yes I was 18 . In my younger days I would sometimes mow his lawn for him or rake leaves, shovel snow, stuff like that for cash because, at that age, I didn't have a job. I remember him always being really cool, friendly, and he'd tip me big for doing those chores. He'd even buy me gifts for my birthday, at Christmas, and sometimes just out of the blue for no reason. He told me not to tell my parents about them. He never told me why I wasn't supposed to, but I was happy to comply since I was very fond of him, so I never told my parents about the gifts. On my 18th birthday though, all I received was a letter, in which Ryan said he wanted me to come over to his house on a day I wasn't busy, and that my gift was there. Naturally I was excited, speculating he was going to give me something big - maybe even a car! Now before I tell you about the day I went over cause of his beckoning letter I'll tell you about about the two of us. I am a white guy, a bit of a jock tall, cute, and athletic, have dark hair and dark eyes. I was a wide receiver on my high school football team and got a bit of attention from the ladies, but after having a few girlfriends in high school, I never really got past third base with them, and truth be known, I didn't really want to. When I'd masturbate, it would always be to girls getting it up their ass, and getting creampied, but my focus was always on the cock, the cum, and the asshole. I realized quickly I wasn't really into pussy at all, eventually I started looking at gay porn, and found it amazing, but I was ashamed of myself. I found myself drifting off into many, many erotic fantasies about being with men, and of course, Ryan featured in many of them. At roughly 6' 2'', Ryan was clean-shaven, quite muscular, had short brown hair and I imagine he was around 230 lbs. I had no idea at the time but he also had been fantasizing about me. So anyway, onto the birthday letter. I have a summer birthday so I turned 18 right after graduation. So a few days after my birthday when I had nothing planned, I decided to stroll over to his place. I just told my mom I was going over to a friend's house, so it was no big deal. I walked up to his front door and rang the doorbell. He didn't know I was coming over so he was very happy to see that I had gotten his letter and decided to see what my gift was. He let me inside, and asked if I wanted a drink. I asked if he had Pepsi, and he said "No I meant like an alcoholic drink, Ian. You won't tell your parents, right?" I chuckled "Ha ha no, Mr. Thomas, that would be great though!" I was always blushing around him, and he always smiled when he saw me doing it. "You must do pretty well with the ladies. You're quite the stud, you know?" he commented. I blushed wildly, and a grin crossed his face. "Yeah, I guess so" I replied. At this he was a little confused, asking "What do you mean by that?" So now I came to a hurdle. Mr. Thomas was the only person who I could trust with my secret, that I was into men, but how would he take it? We were now standing in his living room, I was drinking down my glass of an unknown alcoholic beverage that tasted great. I told myself, Well fuck it, I know I can trust him. "Well Mr. Thomas, can I tell you something, and promise not to tell my parents?" I asked. "Of course Ian, you know you can talk to me." "Well," I nervously said, my face beet red, "I THINK I LIKE MEN AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO." He was a little shocked by this and so was I. How could I just come out and say something like that, and to a man to whom I was attracted, and about whom I had fantasized? Then he took a deep breath, clearly having made-up his mind, smiled, and replied, "Ian, haven't you ever wonder why a good looking man like myself doesn't have a wife? I'm gay. Why do you think I always bought you gifts, and had you do chores for me? Your are the most beautiful person I've ever met!" He was so casual as he said this, I was frozen, but he wasn't, he walked over to me and kissed me strongly, his tongue pierced my lips as he wrapped his arms around my body, holding me tightly. I could feel a huge bulge in his pants, but couldn't focus on it, my mouth relaxed. I was being kissed by a man! It felt so good, so right! I started kissing him back now, sucking on his tongue, our mouths engaged in a deep kiss. After a minute or so, he broke off the kiss, looked at me and smiled, he grabbed my ass with both hands, and pushed me with his big masculine body onto his couch. I found myself on my back, he was laying on top of me, groping me, and devouring my mouth. I was so horny now, and our bulges were up against each other. He lifted himself off of me, took off his shirt, and I instinctively did the same, then my hands wondered down to me pants, he saw this, and immediately removed his belt, unzipped his jeans, and out of the part in his boxers, his huge cock sprang out. He was straddling my hips now, and the monstrous cock was about 2 feet away from my face, It was amazing. Mr. Thomas' cock must have been around 8 inches, slightly darker then the rest of his pale complection and really think, like really thick. With a fucking sexy purple mushroom head that perfectly complemented the rest of it. I was entranced. I just lay there staring into it's glory. My hands still stood by my zipper, he's strong hands removed them. And he undid my pants, and my smaller, 6 inch cock sprang out, hard as a rock. He then lunged back onto me, fucking my mouth with his tounge again, He began fucking my cock and balls like I was a girl. His huge member plunged wherever it wanted up against my sac, pushing at my balls, and then it sprang forward and lay atop my own cock, just as Mr. Thomas lay upon me. This cock fucking, and extreme make out session went on for awhile. I felt like I was in love, I had never felt this way before! He then sat up again, and removed his pants completely, I did the same thing, and suddenly we were both naked. once again, on his big couch, he was straddling my higs, with his huge cock hanging there, over my own and my eyes once again locked onto it. "I want to make you feel good Mr. Thomas!" I nudged my body so that his cock was now hanging over my abdomen, and kept creeping under his legs until it was over my chest, then mouth. He lowered himself down, I opened my mouth and felt that amazing head, wet with precum touch my tounge for the first time. I then envelepod that delicious head completely into my mouth, I felt like my mouth was full from that alone! I just lay there milking that sexy goliath of a penis. He groaned loudly and oftenly, "aaahh Ian, my sexy little bitch" "oooooH" He then grabbed his shaft with his right hand, and the back of my head with the left, I had so far only been able to fit the head in, but now he began fucking my mouth, I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care, and soon I realized I could still breathe through my nose as he used my mouth for his pleasure, he kept fucking my mouth, working his thick cock deeper and deeper. It tasted so good. It was oozing precum, and he must have been working out or something before I came over cause it was sweaty, and I loved the taste. He continued his conversion of me into a faggot. Eventually his cock head was pressed up against my tonsils, and a good half of his huge shaft was in my mouth. It was hard to concentrate on breathing and being fucked in the mouth but I did it cause this was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Drool ran down my cheeks and out of my mouth, along with precum. He was turning my mouth into a pussy! Eventually the whole thing was down my throat. His pumping speed increased, as he kept groaning, "oooh baby your my little boy toy, your my little slut, you love cock don't you boy?! I couldn't respond, I could only lick and slurp at the base of his cock with my tounge. I couldn't see anything either, his pubes pressed against my nose now. His huge balls slapping my chin. "ooooooooh" here it comes boy. He pulled his dick out, and I got a breathe, then he plunged that huge sexy head back in, jacked his shaft for a few minutes with his cockhead just resting in my mouth. Then it happened, I felt his cock head pulsating in my mouth, and I was flooded with hot, warm, gooey, tasty man sperm. The jets of cum hit my tongue, the back of my throat, stream after stream after stream. Until my mouth was completely full of cum. He pulled his cock out and said, "Swallow it like a good faggot" He lowered himself and his think member lay on my chest, oozing a little bit of cum and saliva on me. I just lay there with that thick seed, that puddle of sperm in my mouth. I was enveloped by the taste, I never wanted to swallow it cause I loved how I felt. A grown man just used my mouth and fucked it like a girl's pussy. But it was so much better than a girl's pussy. Fuck women I thought, this was all I wanted now. Cock and cum! I then swallowed it all down, his seed impregnating my stomach. I was his. I didn't even want to cum, i mean i did, but it was more important to me to service him, that's all I cared about, he just showed me who I was, and I just wanted to be owned by him now. I started spending nights at his house, I gave him at least 10 blowjobs like that a week probably.I didn't want to go to college anymore, I wanted to live with him and be his. For his use only. I no longer cared about a career, my career was being a cock slut. I don't know how he produced so much semen, but sometimes I'd get full from all the cum I drank of his, and just knowing his seed was in me, I felt like I was on top of the world! I loved being used and depraved by him. He started getting violent with me, sometimes he'd have me kneeling on the floor and would just pound my mouth for hours on end. He was violent with me, but he really loved me. He started buying me stuff all the time, flowers, lotions, and dildos! He told me to train my asshole when I was at home from now on, and I did. He told me that after a week of me training my hole, he'd take my virginity for real! I was so excited. so everynight id go home and play with my tight hole, he told me after my sessions, to put an inflatable butt plug he got me into my hole and sleep with it inside of me, pumped up a little the first night, and by the end of the week I was sleeping with the butt plug in me fully expanded. The next mourning I decided to look at my asshole turned boypussy in the mirror. It still looked tight, but then i lubed up a penis shaped dildo he bought me, and slid it in, it was big, but not as big as Mr. Thomas' cock. It hurt a bit, but I just kept pumping, and after a good 10 minutes, I let it out, my hole looked so fuckable, It didn't quite gape open, but it was no longer an asshole, this was now meant for men's cocks. And the first cock to enter was going to be Mr. Thomas'. So we set up a night for our next sleepover, all of the sleepovers we had before were just oral, me going down on him for hours on end, some nights i'd fall asleep in his bed with him, his cock in my mouth, sometimes i'd wake up with liquid in my mouth and running down my face with a wet puddle in the sheets, like he jacked his cock off in my mouth while I slept, or maybe even pissed a little bit in me, It was so nice to wake up to my mans cock in my mouth and the thought of his seed and piss being able to have a nice warm place to be released into! But anyway, it was now August, and we were pretty much officially boyfriends, or rather, master and toy. We watched a movie together that night in his bed, toying with eachothers cocks all the while, he usually didn't show too much interest in my cock but tonight he did play with it quite a bit. The movie ended, he didn't turn off the tv. Mr.Thomas leaned over to his night stand, and asked, "is your hole ready for tonight boy?" I replied "yes Mr. Thomas, i've been training it all week, I even got the 7 inch black dildo all the way in me this mourning and it was amazing!, I can't wait to really pleasure you!" He smiled, grabbed a bottle of lube out the droor. "well not only does your hole after be ready for a cock to be in it, but we have to be sure you don't have to take a dump or anything" I knew my hole was clean, I made sure of it before I came over, I would never let down my man!" My hole is as clean as any girl's pussy, i made sure of it" I said blushing and smiling. "Well i should hope the fuck so, those things are filthy, but I know what you mean, good" He lubed up his fingers, and while jacking me off gently, he reached under my butt, and stuck a finger up my hole, he didn't have to work to hard at it, I was horny as fuck and ready to go, I started fucking his finger with my asspussy, he then extended, a second finger, then a fourth, he started ferociously masturbating my sexhole, in and out and in and out!, he then lay down on his back, fingers still up inside me, and told me to lay on him the opposite way, I knew he wanted to 69, I straddled his chest, with my ass facing his face, and lay down upon him, that big sexy meatpole looking me right in the eyes, and he turned my ass into his own personal plaything, I sucked his cock down my throat, the past weeks had made me and adept blowjob slut and deepthroater, I went to town on his massive cock for about 10 minutes. From his end, my smaller cock and balls rested on his chest, oozing precum with a small puddle of it soaking into his chest hair. He suddenly removed his fingers that had been working over my now slutty hole, exposing a modest gape, but not an ugly one, just a thin part that almost resembled a pussy, but way better cause it was a boy's asshole turned into a hungry virgin sex hole that craved cock. He lifted his head up and plunged his mouth up against my butt, his tounge probing me, he did this for awhile, and it felt amazing, his toungue slushing around in my insides, in my pussy. God damn I was a horny faggot! "Okay bitch your ready now" he told me, he slid up, his cock plopping out of my mouth, my cock being ran down his chest, then abdomen, then for a moment, rubbing up against his much larger, sexy mammoth cock. He pushed me over to a doggy style position, with my butt in the air, I felt him push his cock up against my hole, and even though my hole had seen alot of action from dildos, my butt plug, and his fingers over the past week, It wasn't ready for even his think purple mushroom head, but he forced it in, grabbing me by the hips I felt his head plunge into me, I felt it, and I felt as the rest of his cock slid in me, the difference in widith I felt from his cock head to his shaft was very noticable, as his head slid deep inside me I felt it rubbing up against my insides, It hurt so much, but my hole was being fucked! It was so awesome, so amazing, the pain didn't matter, I pushed my ass against him untill he was all the way in, my cunt relaxed around his cock, his balls resting up against my gooch, his pubes tickling the top of my ass! Wow this was amazing. Then the fucking started, 30 solid minutes of pumping, precum, ass juice, and lube oozing out of my asshole, my god did I feel like a slut! In and out he pounded me, wrecking my hole, he wouldn't stop, he only got faster and rougher, I cried out, not in pain, but I was being impaled on a cock I thought was only 8 inches, it felt way bigger inside of me, now that it was fucking a hole it probably got even bigger, and instead of being slightly flaccid when i sucked it, it now felt rock hard, and the already big head felt huge inside me, It was clear he had penetrated me all the way past my rectum into my second hole (is that whats its called) fucking me over and over and over, suddenly his balls tensed up, and a flood of semen shot into my bowels, endless jets of seed, impregnating me, seeding me, making me even more his than I already was. But he wouldn't stop fucking me, I thought after he came he'd be done, but he wasn't, "Ooh fuck yeah boy, i'm gonna stay in for another round" "Oh no i thought, my asshole was already wrecked" With his semen now lubing my now slick hole he kept on pumping, in and out, in and out, now he started a new technique, that was torture for me, he'd slide his whole cock out of me, exposing my stretched hole, and plunged back in, this continued for and hour now, and he finally had his final orgasm of the night, pumping even more seed into my already saturated hole, I belonged to him now, my hole was his, for his use forever! There must have been a good 2 cups of semen that had been fucked into me, absorbed into my body because after our fuck, He kept himself inside me, reached over and turned off the light, and flipped us on our side, spooning one another, entwined, his massive cock in me all night while we slept together, both exhausted. To Be Continued!

Count me in as a proud sucker of cock, swallower of cum who has an insatiable desire for black cock. I can't explain why, but the black ones are the ones I am most proud of and my desire has never diminished.

Monday morning, hit up a guy that runs a shop in the mall near me. He wanted my ass before he opened. I got there and he was on a conference call. He muted the call and took me into the back room. We made out for a bit and felt each other up. He pushed my head down to his hard cock, which I sucked while he fingered my hole. He turned me around, I braced myself on a shelf and he pushed it into my hole bare. Ten minutes of hard fucking and he folks my hole with a huge load of cum, which I held inside for most of the day. He let me out and returned to his call.

I learned by sucking my dad, later my married neighbor while his wife watched, and then my brother. It started when I was 14. My dad would get drunk, pass out on the couch wearing only a terry cloth shower kilt. I would sit on the floor staring at his cock and balls while he snored. Occassionally I would see his cock twitch, harden, and even drip precum. I would get brave and start touching, tickling and stroking his cock while he was passed out. I eventually got braver and braver as he never woke up. Eventually I started to lick and suck his balls and cock. One time he grabbed my head and woke up as I was on his cock. He demanded to know what I was doing. I claimed I was walking by and noticed his cock leaking and I was afraid he was going to piss on the couch. I thought that sounded better than saying I been lusting after your cock, and sucking you off for months while you were passed out. Anyway, after some yelling he said he was too drunk to walk to the bathroom and since I was going to drink his piss while he slept, I might as well drink it while he was awake. He told me to put my mouth back on his cock and he started pissing. Afraid he would think I lied about not wanting him to piss on the couch, I swallowed it all. Afterwards he started to get hard, and he grabbed my head and started moving it back and forth while I still had his cock in my mouth. Soon I started to develop a rhythm and he no longer needed to move my head back and forth on his cock. Suddenly he grabbed a hold of my head and pulled me roughly all the way to his crotch and shot his load. I just swallowed and do not really taste it that time. When he was finished he told me to get out of his sight and said you better hope I don't tell your mother about this because she would think I was a disgusting perverted pig. I started to cry until he promised he would not say another to her, and I promised to do anything for him to keep the secret. That was the beginning of my cock sucking.

I still think about my "What If" moment. I was 17, going to college and needed a room in the big city. So mid summer I went there several times hunting for a room which was not easy to find. At one point I responded to an ad to see a room in a house with 4 guys. Was brought to the living room. All four guys in shorts and shirtless. My gaydar went through the roof. On offer were two tiny rooms ups upstairs, one just big enough for a bed and the other just big enough for a desk and chair. Very disappointing. Funny things was all doors in all rooms upstairs had been removed. They really tried to sell it to me. Said it saved space, they all got along great so who needed doors? I could feel the sexual tension and two guys were very sexy, especially the one who showed me the rooms. Kept looking at me in a certain way. I didn't have any sexual experience at that time but could tell these guys were sharing more than just the house. I chickened out but never forgot it. What if I had taken those two rooms? I found another room in a different house (mixed boys/girls). As luck would have it I found out not much later that the cruising park was around the corner there ;-) Spent may nights there hunting after I got my cherry popped in the video store by the sales guy. But always imagined what would have happened if I had moved in with those four guys.

Hey based in Manchester, will travel anywhere around or near the northwest. Looking for tops hopefully, poz welcome. Mail me I have more pics.

cigar in my jaw and my poz pecker infecting hole...nothing better

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.

Hole its either a virgin hole or nothing big or just started fucking Boy hole been fuck and needs lube to get in as it is tight to get in, its lips are starting to deform from use. Boy cunt just stip and enter with a dick and the hole is loose and the lips of the hole are deformed outward and its shape starts to look like a woman cunt oblong and has just started to be fisted. Man cunt very deformed lips are hanging out and are always open just stick your dick in and fuck as it is so loose from being fisted and large objects. Mr. Jackson tells us the boy in the back has been spreading rumors about his product not being safe. He wants to show him how good it is and to make a few movies with him. We take him to the room with the rubber covered mattress and start the cameras rolling. Once naked we get a good look at him, about 5ft9 145 LBS. with a really well-defined body, he is still handcuffed and with a ball gage in. He is fighting us so we are told to get him under control so we give him some Anxiolytics not enough to knock him out but enough so he is easy to control and see what we have here. As I spread his ass cheeks we say jackpot and it is a perfect virgin hole very tight. Mr.Jackson I will leave you boys alone with him as he takes our chastity devices off and says don't let him leave hear with our family blood in him. What a treat we have here as we can do anything we want and have all the tools to turn him into what every boy should experience at least once in his life. It does not take long for me and my brother to come up with a play as soon the drug will wear off so we have to make him hungry for Toxic POZ loads. As I spread his cheeks again that pretty virgin hole is just screaming as my brother works his dry finger in and then finds a nice big shard of Mr.Jackson high strength Tina and let it melt inside as the drugs ware off. He is 3/4 awake and complains that his hole is burning inside and he is thirsty LOL we tell him the water taste like shit so we give him some juice and you know its lace with Mr.Jackson new formula for GHB. He is awake as my brother is working his hole over and he is not fighting us but seems to like the feel of a finger in and out. I'm so hard and want to rape that hole as my brother shoes me his finger and I see blood on it so he is ready, so I tie off his arm and when he sees that needle he says he does not do drugs but you like the way your hole feels? He says YES and I say this will make your whole body feel like it. I see the flash of blood as this is a very lite slam and he is coughing just a little as he goes bug-eyed, I won the bet with my brother and I get to be the first one. You talk about high I'm not a porn star just an 8-inch dick he is not fighting me it is just a very tight hole and he is in a lot of pain but I don't care as I finally get my dick in with the P.A. As I'm in my brother is giving him poppers and I can feel the effect on his hole open up more. I have not cum in weeks so it's very hard for me not to shoot my load in as my brother is tweaking my nipples to get me to cum so he can get in. I'm balls deep as I feel my dick pumping toxic loads in his hole and I'm still hard and I want my P.A. to scrape in my seed into him. As soon as I'm off my brother jumps in and is slam fucking him as I hear my brother balls slam against him. I offer my dick to this boy with its covered cum and blood and like a natural, his mouth opens and is sucking my dick like a baby sucks their mother's tit. This is so beautiful a spit-roasted virgin who is begging for more as his hole has now graduated to a boy hole and before he leaves he will have boy cunt.

3. The Deal More lines were made, and another pair of bombs swallowed. Jesse must have had more than one baggie of the drone, since the pile didn’t seem to be getting any smaller on the mirror. Jesse snorted his line, then handed me the straw, stepping out of my way. When I bent down to the mirror, I heard movement behind me, then felt Jesse’s tongue on my hole. It made me completely forget what I was doing. I moaned, and pushed my ass against his face, feeling his tongue slip into me. My knees nearly buckled, it felt that good. I barely had the coordination to snort my line, before I closed my eyes and let Jesse work. One hand took me by the hip to hold me in place while the other wrapped around my dick and balls, squeezing and pulling at them. The latest dose of drone hit me like sunlight, washing over my body and making my skin tingle. Everything felt unbelievable. It was so weird that I couldn’t get hard, because everything about the way I felt was telling me I should be harder than I’ve ever been. But I was too fucked up to worry about it, so I just pressed my ass harder into Jesse’s face, hating it when his tongue withdrew and loving it when he pushed back in. I felt dizzy, my mind was in a daze, and images of every time I’d ever been fucked floated in and out of my head - most of them were Reese. Suddenly, I was on the floor, and my side hurt. Jesse was howling with laughter. “Are you okay?!” He managed to force out as he gasped for breath. I rubbed my side and realized that I’d fallen over. I was so lost in the sensation that I’d simply forgotten to make my legs stay standing. Jesse was still laughing, so I kicked him in the leg. “Aww.” He cooed, still laughing, and crawled towards me. “My poor fucked up little baby.” He kissed me all over the sore bit that I’d landed on, then up my stomach and chest to my mouth. We kissed for a few minutes. “Maybe we should move to the sofa where it’s safer?” He winked. We got off the floor and sat down, though not before having another little line each. Jesse immediately took me by the ankles, forcing me down onto my back with my legs in the air, and shoving his tongue back into my hole. Moaning, I melted into the sofa and took hold of my legs. Jesse let go and put his hands on my ass, pushing my cheeks further apart so he could bury his tongue as deep as it could reach. I felt insatiable; his tongue wasn’t big, thick, or hard enough to satisfy what I wanted right there, but it was definitely talented enough to keep me occupied. The porn on the TV had changed. The hotel scene had gone, replaced by something similar. It was still a cute twink taking it raw at both ends by a bunch of older, muscular guys with the kind of cocks I needed right now. But this was in some sort of warehouse, and no one was naked. Instead, they were wearing all sorts of kinky outfits - Rubber, neoprene, jockstraps, and the twink was blindfolded and tied up at some points. This twink didn’t look like Jesse, either. He actually looked a lot like Reese. I wondered how much of Jesse’s porn contained lookalikes, and if there were any that looked like me. Jesse’s tongue withdrew from me. “That should do.” He said, sitting up. “Now let’s see if I can’t get you as loosened up as you got me.” He winked again, and grabbed the smallest of the dildos - It wasn’t very thick, but it was, I noticed, a pretty long double ender. He practically drenched the thing in lube, and started teasing it at my hole. I felt it pop through, into me, and let out a moan as my hole stretched around it, even if it wasn’t very wide. The speed with which Jesse pushed it deeper into me would have hurt like hell when I was sober, but right now, I couldn’t feel anything but the most incredible shivers of pleasure shooting through me. Repositioning himself, our legs became intertwined as Jesse started using the other end of the double ender. The long black bar of a dildo moved around wildly inside me while Jesse got himself comfortable and teased his hole with it, before letting it slip in. We’d actually done this once before, with a double ended toy. But we were stone cold sober back then, and it had just been awkward, uncomfortable, and not arousing at all. Now though, the awkwardness just made us laugh, discomfort was banished by lust, and this was all as arousing as two guys with ‘drone dick’ could be. It wasn’t like any toy I’d played with before. Having it attached to another person made it unpredictable. Any movement one of us made would affect the other, and we were affecting each other pretty damn hard. It was hard to tell how much of it was inside me, and how much inside Jesse, but there definitely wasn’t much left in the open air between us. We bucked our hips, pushing towards and pulling away from each other, both moaning like a couple of porn stars. Even our arms and legs were part of it - every inch of skin contact felt electric, so we each ran our hands over any body part of the other that we could reach. One of his feet snaked up my body to my face, and instinctively, I opened my mouth and sucked on his toes, which made him laugh. This was new, too. I knew that Reese had a major foot fetish, of course, but I’d always thought Jesse just tolerated it in order to be a good boyfriend. I certainly never expressed an interest before, but at this point, I’d probably do just about anything Jesse suggested. His foot was hardly the most dangerous thing he’d got me to put in my mouth tonight. “Woah-ho-ho!” I flinched. It wasn’t Jesse’s voice. It was much deeper than that. I pushed his foot away from my face and was about to get up. “Well, fuck me.” The voice said, and I realized that it was still coming from Jesse. Or more specifically, the phone that Jesse was holding well above the two of us. He was on facetime to someone, and I could see the image of the two of us, fully exposed, in the little screen. In the main screen, I could see the outline of a man, but wherever he was, it was dark. From this distance, all I could make out was that he was black, and wearing a baseball cap. “Raaaaaaff.” Jesse drew out the man's name in a cutesy voice usually reserved for when he and Reese were in a silly mood. “You know what you said about drone dick?” It was all he needed to say. Raff spoke again. “I remember. You and your little friend play with some more toys. I’ll be there before you know it. How much of my stuff have you used?” “A little over half?” Raff whistled. “Impressive, for first timers. Okay, put the mophead on.” Jesse was holding the phone out for me for a few seconds before I realized that ‘mophead’ meant me. I took the phone and held it up to my face, getting a better look at Raff. He was older than us, I could tell at a glance, and hot as fuck. He had big lips and a metal stud in his nose. His head was shaved under the cap, and just from a head and shoulders shot, I could tell he was muscled up. “Hey kid. You doing okay?” He asked with a coy smile. “I’m doing just fine.” I smiled back. Even in my haze, I still felt a little nervous talking to a complete stranger, and in such a completely compromised position. Jesse had gone back to wiggling about though, causing the dildo to move inside me, making me want more, and boosting my confidence. “Though this ‘drone dick’ thing is one fucking lame deal.” He laughed. “Yes it is, kid. Yes it is. But don’t worry, it only happens to fucked up little bitches like you. Real men like me don’t have to deal with that shit, you get me?” I did. The way he described us should have bothered me, I knew, but the way he said it made it oddly okay. He wasn’t being cruel. Just stating facts. “So tell me something. You’ve fucked Jesse before, right?” I nodded. “Fucked him tonight? Before you went all limp, I mean.” I nodded again. “Then you’re one lucky little fucker, you know that?” I looked up at Jesse, who stuck his tongue out at me, and bucked his hips in a way that pushed the dildo further into me, making me shudder. Raff kept talking. “Y’see, I been trying to fuck that sweet little bubblebutt of his for months now, ever since the first time I met him. And in about 45 minutes, I’m going to be there to finally claim my prize. But there’s a problem.” He moved his camera, slowly going down his body, making sure to give it enough time that I could see just how ripped he was. He stopped at his underwear. Even before he pulled them down, I could see a huge bulge in them. When he opened up and his dick flopped out, I couldn’t help but gasp. It was huge, and it didn’t even look hard yet. His face reappeared. “I bet that, even on its best day, that limp little thing of yours doesn’t get close to what I’ve got, right?” I couldn’t help but say yes, humiliating though it was. “So this is what I need you to do for me. I plan to fuck Jesse’s brains out this weekend, and I can’t do that if I tear him apart on the first go, can I? So in the next 45 minutes, you’re going to make sure that that doesn’t happen. Get that boy nice and loose and ready for me, and I won’t let you go wanting for anything this weekend. Deal?” I looked at Jesse, who was nodding like an excited child that has just been offered ice cream. In my defense, this was one of the few times in the evening where, even if I had been stone cold sober, I couldn’t have possibly guessed exactly what I was letting myself in for. “Deal.” I answered. “Good boy.” He said, and ended the call without another word. Jesse and I looked at each other. He was grinning like a mad man. “Well,” I said, and nodded to the floor. “Get on your hands and knees, then.” Scenes from the porn; https://imgur.com/a/JXqJn Raff:

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

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Speaking of last parts… this is it. At least for now. Thanks for reading —————— Part 27 - The Initiation Joe, Kyle and Steven were just getting out of the car when Dennis pulled up. Steven looked at his phone and it said 10:03PM. The guys put their phones in the trunk of the car, not wanting to lose them. The parking lot was pretty full, they guessed that there were over fifty cars there and a row of motorcycles next to the building. They walked up to the door in the front of the warehouse building and saw a large biohazard magnet attached to the door and a second one next to it that had one of the pictograms saying no phones. They followed the hallway back where there were two doors, one of which had another biohazard magnet on it. They entered and there was a table with Tyler standing behind it, dressed only in leather boots, a leather jock, leather armbands and a harness. “Hi guys. I’m glad you accepted the invitation and came tonight. We just have a few things to take care of and we can begin the initiation. Here is a bag to put your clothes in. It has your name on it. I hope you followed the sign and left your cell phones in your car or at home. No pictures or videos are allowed. We request that you stay naked for tonight, shoes or boots are ok. In the future, you can wear gear. I have a wrist band for each of you. And one last thing….” The door opened and Aaron came rushing in. “I hope I’m not late” he said breathlessly. Tyler looked up at the clock and it said 10:13PM. “You’re just in time. I was worried you had changed your mind” Tyler said. Quickly, Tyler recapped everything for Aaron and gave him his bag. The guys started undressing and putting their clothes in their bags and Tyler said “I was saying… You need to choose your mark and its placement. Each member must have their body marked with the club logo - a biohazard. You can choose a tattoo or to be branded. With the tattoo, you get a choice of sizes and a few colors - black, red or black and red. You may have noticed mine at the party last week.” The guys looked at Tyler with surprise. “I know its short notice, but please decide quickly and write them down on these pieces of paper. Put your name, tattoo or brand, the location on your body and size and color. Each thought a few minutes and filled out the form and gave it to Tyler. The bags were collected and Tyler then looked at the list and put the appropriate wrist band. Joe, Dennis and Aaron got dark blue ones, Steven and Kyle got light blue. The five of them were ushered past a door and down makeshift hallway with dark curtains on one side. Near the back of the building, they turned and went up a few steps. They were standing at the side of what looked like a stage, a large biohazard sign was hanging from the ceiling, providing a backdrop. On the stage was a man standing naked with a red leather harness on and five fuck benches spread across the front of the stage. A bell sounded and the lights dimmed in the room. The stage was illuminated with a few spotlights, but the audience was invisible in the darkness. Tyler whispered to them “It’s time. Walk out to the center, line up in front of him, with your back to the audience. Just follow the directions. It won’t take long and then we can have some fun.” Joe went first, followed by Kyle, Steven, Aaron and Dennis. They faced the priest and he began. “We are gathered here to welcome the newest members to our brotherhood. Our mission is to celebrate our gift and help those less fortunate than us become a positive force in the world. I will ask each of you if you are willing to join us support our mission.” The priest moved in front of Joe and asked him and he replied “Yes”. The priest led him over to the first fuck bench and he laid down on it. A guy came from the shadows and locked Joe down. The priest then did the same with each of the other guys. Once they were all locked down, the priest said “Let the consummation begin.” Five men walked out on stage, each naked and wearing a red wristband that matched their red leather harnesses. Each took a position behind one of the guys and the crowd started to chant “Breed. Breed. Breed.” The men looked at the priest and when he nodded they thrust their cocks into each of the boys. None of them were prepared to be violated in such a brutal fashion. They all screamed, but it was drowned out by the chanting. The men fucked the boys harder, seeming to enjoy the pain they were inflicting on them. It only took a few minutes before one by one the men would grunt and fill their boy with cum. As they pulled their spent cocks out of the boys, the priest handed them a metal butt plug and the breeder pushed it into their boy’s sore hole. “Now that you have been filled with AIDS seed, let it become part of you. It symbolizes the sharing we must do throughout the rest of our lives as we create new generations of gifted people” the priest told everyone and then said “We will now perform the last step and your initiation will be complete.” The assistant came out and unlocked Joe, Kyle, Aaron and Dennis and ushered them over to the side. A new spotlight came on and there was Thad and another tattoo artist waiting to give them their club mark. Joe was placed on a table, face down and Thad set some marks down on his right calf and the tattoo needle began making the outline. While Joe was getting tattooed, the assistant walked up to Steven and placed a leather bit between his teeth and fastened the strap behind his head, holding it in place. The look of fear in Steven’s eyes was immense. Soon, a cart was wheeled out that contained an iron stove with a fire inside. A brand was sticking out of the stove and the priest put on heavy gloves and removed the brand from the fire. He noted the orientation of the brand and approached Steven. He lined it up near Steven’s right butt cheek and said “Be strong, my son” and pressed the glowing brand into Steven’s skin. The screams from Steven could have awakened the dead. The smell of burning flesh filled the area and everyone turned to watch as the priest removed the brand from Steven and set it in the holder next to the stove. Ointment was placed on the blisters and Steven’s screams subsided slowly. The audience clapped their approval. It was an option that few members used. Aaron sat down in a chair and the other tattoo artist smiled at him. He turned his forearm up and the artist marked it out and looked at Aaron for approval before starting in. Daryl pulled Kyle aside and had him lay on a table, facing up. He pulled out a razor and removed Kyle’s pubic and body hair from his navel to his cock. Once Joe’s tattoo was finished, Kyle was next for Thad to work on. Once Aaron’s tattoo was complete, Dennis laid down on the the table Joe had used and was also face down. The tattooist showed Dennis where it would be by placing his fingers between his shoulder blades. Once Dennis was happy his body felt the needle begin its work. The crowd mingled until the marking was complete and the Priest announced that the celebration could begin. Room lights came back on and the crowd filtered to the sides and picked up their glasses of champagne and then started to move to the back of the room. There were three slings spread out, with markings on the floor designating an area for each. A large roulette wheel was on the wall with several colors painting sections of the pie. There was a narrow red slice, several light blue, dark blue, light green and dark green slices. There were a few yellow slices as well. Out from the front office of the warehouse, three people were led with hoods over their heads. Each was stood in front of a sling. The priest walked up to each and asked if they were ready to begin and accept their fate. He then announced to the crowd who tonights participants were. “We have tonight, in sling number one a caucasian university professor. He is 34 years old, gay and versatile. He has chosen to remain hooded until the reveal. In sling number two, we have a 23 year old latino restaurant worker. He is bisexual and normally a top. He has chosen to be unhooded. And in sling number three is a 45 year old caucasian construction worker. He is also bisexual and a bottom and will be hooded until the reveal. Please spin the wheel for sling number one. While the wheel is spinning, can everyone congregate with their respective colors.” The five guys stood on the stage with Tyler and he explained “The members are separated by color, tonight its blue for detectable poz, green for undetectable poz, on the wheel yellow is for what we call ‘get out of jail free’ and it means they don’t get fucked. Where the wheel stops decides which group fucks the guy. The guy in the sling is always neg when he shows up here. You line up and fuck until you breed him. Be sure to hit the button on the sling after you cum. Thats how we keep track of how many loads a guy takes. It works better if you edge while you’re in line and then just fuck for a minute and unload. After everyone is done, we reveal to the guy if he took charged cum or not and remove his hood if he was hooded like those two. Oh, there’s a face pic of the guy above the button so you can see if you know him. It gives you a chance to remove your wristband at the end if you don’t want the guy to know you fucked him.” “What’s red?” asked Dennis. Tyler chuckled and said “Guys with AIDS or guys with multiple bugs. We had one guy a few months ago hit a full house and got all of the usual STDs. He’s down to just hep and hiv now.” “You guys can join in your groups if you want, but you don’t have to if you’re still sore from getting marked” Tyler said patting Steven on the shoulder. The guys walked down the steps awkwardly with the plugs still holding their AIDS loads in their asses. Tyler joined Steven and Kyle with the light blue group just as the wheel stopped on light blue. The group of just over a dozen guys cheered. “The light blue group will have sling number one. Please spin for sling number two” the priest announced and the wheel got spun again. Joe looked around his dark blue group and recognized a few people. Tony was talking to Luis and he saw Douglas from the clinic stroking a rather long and pierced cock. He looked over at the group Steven and Kyle were in and saw Derrick, Daryl and Thad. He spotted a few people he had seen around campus including one professor in the blue groups. Joe looked at the other side of the room and saw the green groups. He recognized people over there as well. Then he looked to see if he could find the red group. He never even saw the guy that pumped his first AIDS load in his hole. There were six of them standing together next to the priest. “And we have light green for sling two. Light green people, please get ready. And spin the wheel for sling three” said the priest. Kyle walked up to Tyler and said “This is fuckin’ hot. I wonder if its one of my professors?” “You’ll find out soon enough. We should start heading over there. I see you’re already getting boned thinking about breeding another neg ass” Tyler replied “And dark blue for sling three. Everyone else can either watch or enjoy themselves. Please wait for the bell and then you have 90 minutes to put as much cum as possible into the guests. Don’t forget to tip your waiters” the priest said laughing at his pun. As the groups assembled in the areas, a bell rung and immediately the guys in the slings had a cock in their ass. Each guy waited their turn stroking their cocks and sometimes each other. A few were blowing guys in line. Joe looked around and could not believe the number of biohazard tattoos he saw. Some had more than one. He looked at where guys had put them. Arms, chest, legs, asses, hands, and back. There were a few guys he couldn’t see one at all. He got closer to one guy and saw it was on the top of his cock. When he got closer to the guy in sling three he looked him over. He was a muscle bear with some ink on his hairy body. He remembered him described as a construction worker in his mid forties and a bottom bi guy. “I wonder if he’s gonna knock up some chicks once he converts” he thought. The closer he got, he heard the construction guy grunt “Thank you, Sir!” as each guy unloaded into him. The room was filled with the sound of bells dinging - a different pitch for was sling. He watched the guys in front of him fuck the guy. Each had their own style and a couple were obviously ready to shoot as soon as they put it in. Others savored the cum filled pussy and still others pounded the guy like they were possessed. Luis was one of the latter. He pounded the guy, taking full advantage of the sling and letting it do most of the work. The bottom groaned and yelled out “Yeah, fucker, wreck that hole” before Luis slammed in and unloaded his strain into the guy. Luis walked back and fist bumped Joe, Dennis and Aaron and whispered to the three “The guy in sling two is my roommate. He’s gonna be pissed he didn’t get charged cum again. Its the third time he’s been here” and walked back to the end of the line. Aaron was amazed at what he was witnessing. Guys spinning roulette wheels to decide if they got pozzed. He had been breeding Nick all weekend and had dumped another load in him only a few hours earlier and hoped he had a good load to pump into the construction guy. Aaron stood next to Dennis the entire time waiting and stroking his own cock and occasionally giving Dennis’s cock a tug. He got closer and closer and looked at the guy in the sling. He was a sexy guy with muscles everywhere, all earned from hard labor. The hood obscured his head he imagined a rugged bearded guy. Looking down, he saw a pool of cum start to form underneath the bottom’s ass. He wanted to get on the floor and lick it up. Kyle was standing with Steven and Tyler. They were edging themselves watching the guy take cock after cock. His body was in good shape well defined for a mid-thirties professor. His chest was shaved and he had only one small tattoo that he could see on his arm. It was the Yin-Yang symbol. His cock was a nice length, maybe seven inches and cut, and was rock hard and leaking over his abs. Kyle could hear him grunt and moan as the guys fucked him and an “oh god!” when someone would thrust into him hard. Daryl was in front of him and he looked at what piercing he had on. As much as he wanted to see what happened if he used the mace balled PA, Daryl had a regular horseshoe 0 ga PA in. Daryl turned and asked Kyle “Enjoying the PA?” “Yeah, I am” replied never thinking he would have a conversation like this. “Give it another month or two and we can stretch it up a size. Club members get the stretches and new rings for free. I think you would look really hot with a 0ga there but its going to take a while. And don’t forget about the ladder too” Daryl said with a wink. About that time the guy in front of Daryl pumped his load in, pressed the button and pulled out. Kyle was finally close enough to look at the picture on the sling stand. “Fuck” he said. Steven asked “What?” Kyle turned to him and whispered “It’s my engineering professor. He let me do a make-up test when I had the fuck flu.” Steven chuckled at the irony. “Don’t worry about it. You’re gonna repay him with a big poz load. If he didn’t want it, he wouldn’t be here.” Kyle realized his cock was even harder than before and heard Daryl pump his load into the professor. He walked up and stuck his finger into the hole and tasted the mixture of charged jizz. He quickly slammed his cock into the professor who screamed out “FUCK!!! Another pierced cock. You guys are going to shred my cunt.” Kyle smiled as he fucked his professor, enjoying the cum filled hole milk his cock. Kyle was impressed, at least ten other guys had fucked him and he could still milk a cock. He jabbed his cock to the side, feeling his PA scrape and tug inside the guy’s chute and got the expected groan. As his balls began to throb he gave several fast thrusts and then pulled the chains and his professor all the way on to his cock and felt several shots of his poz semen join the ones already inside. He pulled out and hit the button and went to the back of the line. Daryl got on his knees and sucked Kyle’s cock, grabbing the PA with his teeth and tugging while Kyle moaned. Steven was next and slid into the professor’s hole easily. He heard “Thank god, this one isn’t pierced.” Steven grinned and then slammed in hard and grabbed the professor’s legs and jackhammered his hole for a few minutes and then buried his cock in as deep as he could and pumped yet another virus filled load into the guy. Joe finally got his turn on the construction dude and slid in and completely out several times, enjoying the feeling of his PA push through the guys outer ring. The bottom was moaning in pain from Joe’s attempts at getting a new path for the bug to infect him. He continued to do it, just pulling the guy back on the sling harder and harder until he was slamming into Joe and then pushing him completely off. The moans became screams and he saw his cock start to have some red streaks on it. A few people came over to see what was happening and started to cheer Joe on. A few times he missed the hole and both of them yelled out in pain. Dennis came up behind Joe and urged him on and started to pinch his nipples. That pushed Joe over the edge and he pulled the construction worker tight against his body and started firing shots of his virally enhanced cum inside. Joe pulled out and tagged the button, looking at the picture thinking how much he wanted to fuck this sexy muscle bear again. Dennis’s thick cock wasn’t pierced, but still tortured the guys hole as he rammed in hard. He left his cock in a few seconds and adjusted his body and began his fuck. He heard whimpers that he didn’t expect from a guy like this. He pulled all the way out and drove in all the way a few times and the whimpers got louder. He did it one last time and left his cock all the way in as his cock emptied its highly toxic seed into the ravaged pussy. His hole was only empty a second before Aaron eagerly pushed his cock inside. It felt so good with all of the cum in the hole and a greedy bottom milking his cock. He knew that his cock was now coated in all of the other guy’s cum, but it was Dennis’s cum that he wanted to feel. He didn’t last long and was feeling spurts of his poz jizz mix with the other cum all fighting for the chance at infecting the bottom. When the bell finally rang, indicating the 90 minute breeding session was over, everyone had dumped at least one load and almost everyone had given them two. Several guys were on the floor lapping up the spilled cum and there were three lucky guys cleaning up the wrecked holes. After several minutes of the guys feasting on cum, one of the assistants came up and put a buttplug inside each of the bottom guests. He then helped the bottoms stand. The three were all standing next to their slings, holding on to the stand as their bodies recovered from the abuse they had just received. Each group stood behind their bottom. Only a few people took their wristbands off and joined the audience. Kyle wasn’t one of them. “Sling number one, you received 27 loads of unmedicated poz cum” the priest announced The professor removed his hood and stood there a little stunned as everyone clapped. He smiled and looked around and saw the group of his 14 gifters behind him. He spied Kyle and looked surprised and then chuckled. “Sling number two, you received 31 loads of undetectable poz cum.” Everyone clapped, but you could see the disappointment in Juan’s face. Luis nudged Kyle “I offered to give it to him, but he likes the gangbang.” “And, sling number three, you received 28 loads of unmedicated poz cum. Please remove your hood” was the announcement. The construction worker removed his hood and looked around at the group of 15 guys that had bred him and smiled. “Thank you, Sirs. I hope your efforts will succeed.” Everyone mingled and Kyle kept looking at his professor, wondering if he should say anything. He grabbed a drink from one of the waiter’s trays and went over to him. “I hope that was the outcome you were looking for” Kyle said. The professor turned and faced Kyle and said “I’m not sure what I really wanted, but It was a great experience and I’ll deal with what happens. I was very surprised to see you here, much less in my group.” “Well, I guess you now know why I was sick a few weeks ago. I really want to thank you for helping me out with the test” Kyle said. “You’re a good student and I knew you would fail the test the way you looked. The test you did take was harder than the one everyone else had and you did well. Thanks for the gift you gave me. We will see if I become poz like you. At least now I know someone I can talk to about this.” “Yeah, anything you need to know, I’ll try to help as best I can. And if you want more seed, I can give you that too” Kyle told him. The professor looked at Kyle up and down and said “Thanks, but I want to know if this evenings loads do it. It’s going to take a while for my hole to recover from the abuse those piercings gave me, but I will want to talk to you about those another time” Kyle grimaced and said “Sorry, I may have gotten carried away. I’ll talk to you later” and walked back over to Joe and Steven. The crowd started to thin and the guys were comparing their new tattoos when Joe looked at Steven and said “What the fuck were you thinking? Branding?” Steven laughed, saying “It seemed like a good idea at the time, I hate needles. Now I know better. But at least it will be different than everyone else’s.”

Part 26 - The Followup As Aaron was driving up to meet Nick on Sunday, he called him and said “I heard you used to hit the glory holes at the bookstore. How about we do it there?” Nick chuckled and said “Sure. you want to pick me up or just meet there?” “How about we meet there in a half hour. I want to suck some anon cock first” Aaron replied. “OK, I’ll see ya there” Nick said with laugh. Aaron pulled into the parking lot and walked in. He never had been here before, but quickly figured the place out. He got bought a bottle of poppers and got some tokens from the clerk and headed into the back area. There was an open area across from the four booths. A couple guys were standing back, watching who entered the booths. One guy was in his sixties, thin, bald and was stroking an average sized cock. The other guy was in his forties with a bushy beard and shaved head, a sizable gut on his large frame. Aaron saw there was a restroom behind the booths but not much else. He headed into the last booth and put in a few tokens. He selected a bareback gay porn video and took his shirt and pants off and began to stroking his cock. It was only a few minutes before someone entered the booth next to him. He looked through the glory hole and saw the bigger guy from before. He motioned for the guy to feed him his cock and the guy obliged. Aaron licked the mostly hard six inch cut cock and started to suck it down. It was definitely not fresh and Aaron tasted cum, sweat and piss at the very least. The guy was trying to fuck his mouth, but his oversized belly wouldn’t allow him to thrust all the way to the partition so he just pushed as far as he could and held it there as Aaron bobbed and sucked. It didn’t take long for Aaron to get rewarded with a mouthful of bitter cum. When the last shot went into his mouth, the guy pulled out and zipped up and was gone. Aaron leaned back and started stroking his cock again, waiting for the next guy to stick his cock through. He figured it would probably be the older guy that he saw across from the booths. It took longer than expected but finally someone came in. He looked through the glory hole and saw a guy in his mid thirties. He took his t-shirt off and unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He quickly checked him out, liking his jock build with a few extra pounds and some light hair on his chest that seemed to be trimmed and a small green tattoo on his arm. He put a few tokens in and heard straight porn come on the screen. Aaron motioned with his fingers and the new guy pulled his cock out of his underwear and stroked it before pushing it through the hole. Aaron licked the tip and flicked his tongue under the head of the guys cock before sucking it down. He heard a moan and the guy pushed his body flat against the wall. This cock was a lot cleaner and longer than the last and Aaron gave it better attention, not just trying to get the guy off. It didn’t matter because after several minutes of sucking the guy pulled his cock out of the hole and put his ass up. He wasn’t sure if the guy wanted him to rim him or fuck him, so he started to eat the guys nicely muscled ass. After only a minute of him tongue fucking him, the guy pulled off and said “I want your cock.” Aaron wasn’t going to give up this opportunity and stood up and pushed his cock against the spit covered hole and thrust inside. Aaron heard the guy scream out as his cock invaded tight hole. It was a quick fuck, as Aaron wanted to nut inside the guy before Nick showed up and wanted time to build up another load to breed Nick with. He pounded the guy mercilessly and then slammed in and dumped his charged seed into the anonymous cumdump on the other side of the wall. When his cock stopped spewing cum, the guy pulled off and cleaned his cock off and said “thanks, bud” before leaving the booth. Aaron scooped the cum off his cock and licked his fingers knowing that a lot more was inside they guy he just bred. He sat back again and stroked his cock, smiling. His first anon poz breeding was done. Aaron’s phone buzzed and he looked at the message “where r u” from Nick. “in booths. rt one” he replied. Someone entered the booth next to Aaron and he looked through. It was Nick. He stuck his cock through the hole and felt Nick go to work, sucking his cock. He hoped he liked the protein coating and once he had licked his cock clean, Aaron started to fuck Nick’s face on the other side of the partition. He pulled out and motioned through the hole to turn around. Nick backed his ass up to the glory hole and Aaron pounced. The spit on his cock was the only lube Nick got, Aaron’s cock ripping into his hole. Aaron heard Nick yell out and just kept plowing into his hole. He fucked hard and fast until he drove his cock deep and felt it throb as more toxic seed filled Nick’s probably pozzed hole. Monday morning, Joe, Kyle and Steven drove over to the clinic for their followup appointments. They checked in and waited for Aaron and Dennis to show up and their names to be called. Once again, Dennis and Aaron arrived together, this time Aaron was much more relaxed and even laughing with Dennis when they walked in. Joe grinned and said “It looks like you guys been have been having a good time. Are you going to share the juicy details?” Aaron burst out laughing “I really shouldn’t kiss and tell…” he started and then said “but that was too good not to.” “I’ve been fucking Nick all weekend long. I started Friday after work and kept breeding him until I went to work Saturday night. I needed a break to give him and my balls a rest, but drove back Sunday and we kept going at it. I called Dennis to take over this morning when I was empty. That fucker Nick is insatiable.” The guys laughed and patted Aaron on the back. The nurse came out and called Dennis in to the exam room to meet with the doctor. He got his vitals taken and sat in the chair waiting, wondering how he was going to tell the doctor he had no intention of starting treatment any time soon. After nearly ten minutes of staring at the walls, a new doctor came in with a folder. “Hello Dennis. I’m Dr. Simms and I’m the infectious disease specialist here. I’ll be taking over your case and treating you from now on. We have the results from the lab and it appears that you are extremely infectious. Your viral load is very high. It’s possible that its an aberration due to when the test was taken. Your CD4 counts look good, though. We’ll be taking another blood test to see if your viral load is at a more reasonable level. “ the doctor told Dennis. Dennis nodded and waited for him to continue. “I understand that you have not been refraining from sex and I need to remind you that you are very infectious at this time. We don’t want an epidemic on our hands. We already have had more people test positive for HIV this month than the rest of the year. I also understand that some people in your situation want to help others who are in need, and I commend that. We will delay any significant treatment until you are ready or your body shows signs of serious deterioration. We want you to continue a full happy life that is sexually active and rewarding.” Dennis looked perplexed. Did the doctor just tell him he knew he was pozzing neg guys and encouraged it? “Uh, I’m confused” he said. “Yes, I get that all the time. Our special case patients don’t expect us to encourage their, how should I say this… risky behavior. It’s simple - it keeps me in business and I know the satisfaction of successfully helping someone reach their goal.” Dennis couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he liked it. “Oh, ok. This wasn’t the way I expected this conversation to go, but I’m good with it. I suppose that I should keep this confidential” Dennis replied. “Yes. We should keep all our conversations just between you and I. Now, can I ask… How many people have you helped since you were informed you were positive?” Dr. Simms asked. Dennis answered “Uh, two.” “Ah, good. Now was this by yourself or were other people assisting you?” the doctor asked. Dennis squirmed in his chair, unsure how much information like this he wanted to share and finally said “I was with other people with both of them.” The doctor smiled and said “Mmmm, very good. It helps increase the chances that you are successful at helping them that way. Now, I want you to come in for blood tests every two weeks for the first two months and then monthly after that for the first year. There will be no reason for an exam at each test. We will call you if we need to talk to you about your uh, non-treatment plan. If at any time you want to change to the full treatment, we can. It’s up to you. It would be helpful if you notified the lab tech, Tyler at your blood tests of the number of people you have assisted.” Dennis still was incredulous that the doctor was telling him that pozzing guys was good. “OK, that sounds easy enough. Can I just come in for the blood tests or do I need to make an appointment?” Dennis asked. “Just come in when you have free time and it is within a day or two of your scheduled test. Please, only see Tyler. If there is someone else in the lab, then come back another day” Dr. Simms told him. “OK, I understand.” “You can go down and get your new blood test and Tyler will show you where to wait until I am done discussing everything with your group. Remember, this is just between you and me” he said, winking at Dennis. Dennis got up and went to the lab area where Tyler was waiting for him with a big smile. “So, the doctor explained everything to you and you are ok?” he asked Dennis. “Yeah, I’m good but surprised” Dennis replied. Tyler motioned for Dennis to take a seat in the vampire’s lair and prepared to draw more blood from him. “You are part of a select group of people we do this with. I saw a lot of potential in you and your friends at the event the other night and thought that you would be good to add to our group. But, we need to keep this very quiet. You’ll get more information later.” Tyler finished taking Dennis’s blood, labeled the vials and put a bandage over the needle mark. “Follow me” Tyler said and Dennis got up and stayed a few paces behind him down a hallway and into a room with no windows. The chairs were more comfortable here and there was a station with coffee, water, fruit and pastries. “Help yourself. We treat our special patients well” Tyler said with a laugh and closed the door, leaving Dennis alone. Dennis poured himself a coffee and took a donut and sat down in a chair. The TV was playing a rather bizarre animation of what looked like sperm swimming down a tunnel and then they faded into the walls of the tunnel. Then there was a biohazard symbol covering most of the screen and then it faded to black and started over. As he was eating the last bite of his donut, Joe entered the room, escorted by Tyler. Joe was wide-eyed and was shaking his head. “You wouldn’t believe what I just heard from the doctor” Joe said. “Oh, right now I think I would believe anything” Dennis responded and added “He wants you to keep poz breeding, right?” Joe nodded and said “Yeah. How fucked up is that?” “We appear to have been chosen to be part of a group that helps chasers. Oh, and watch this weird animation on the screen” Dennis said. Joe watched it and just kept shaking his head. About that time, Steven was the next one put in the room. Once the door closed Steven said “You guys aren’t going to believe my conversation with the doctor…” Steven was interrupted by Dennis who said “Yeah, it was probably as weird as ours.” Kyle was the next one to arrive in the room and said the same thing after the door closed and the other guys just nodded. Aaron was the last to go into the exam room. The nurse took his temperature, weight, and blood pressure and then had him sit on the chair. “Please don’t pass out again” she said with a wink and Aaron blushed. “I don’t think that will be a problem this time” he told her as the door closed. He remembered only small parts of what the doctor told him the last time he was in this room. He looked around and read the posters on the wall. He wondered if the doctor would ask if he had sex with anyone since the last visit. Should he lie or tell the truth? He didn’t know what the other guys had told the doctor. Maybe they told him about the party with Nick. No, they wouldn’t do that. His mind was racing when the doctor knocked and came in. “Hello Aaron. I’m Dr. Simms and I’m the infectious disease specialist here. I’ll be taking over your case and treating you from now on. We have the results from the lab and it appears that you are pretty infectious. Your viral load is quite high. Your CD4 counts look good, however. We’ll be taking another blood test to see how your viral load is progressing“ the doctor told Aaron and he nodded. Most of this information would have been gibberish to him, but he had been reading up on HIV after he got the diagnosis. “I am concerned about the note in your file about your reaction to the news that you had tested positive for HIV, gonorrhea, and syphilis. I also see that you didn’t visit with any of our counselors here since then. I need to know that you are mentally prepared for the treatment plan that I am going to propose” the doctor told Aaron. “I knew it was a possibility and I had talked to some friends about it before my appointment, but it still was a shock. I have been talking to my friends every day since then and they have shown me that things are going to be ok, maybe even better than before. They really have helped me through it and I didn’t think I needed to talk to someone here too” Aaron replied. The doctor paused a moment and thought which direction to go - normal treatment or the special treatment. Once he decided, he said “OK, that makes some sense, since I understand that you have not been refraining from sex.” Aaron turned pale as the doctor seemed to know about at least some of his exploits. The doctor continued “You seem to be much more comfortable of your new status than I expected from reading the file. But, I need to remind you that you are very infectious at this time. We already have had more people test positive for HIV this month than the rest of the year.” “Yes, sir” Aaron said solemnly. “Aaron I also understand that some people in your situation want to help others who are in need, and I want to applaud you for that. We are going delay any significant treatment until you are ready or your body shows signs of serious deterioration. We want you to continue a full happy life that is sexually active and rewarding.” Aaron was about to nod and say “OK” but he replayed the last few sentences from the doctor in his mind. “You want me to delay treatment? And how can I help people?” Aaron asked. Dr. Simms smiled and said “I heard that you and your friends have already helped one lucky person get what he desires. Nick, was it? I understand you were the first to share your gift with him and were not selfish. We need more people like you, Aaron. So, I do not want to start you on any medication at this time. Sometime in the future, based on how your body handles the virus, we will think about it to prolong your life but you need to take advantage while you can.” Aaron this time nodded and said “OK.” He thought to himself “How did the doctor know about Nick. Did he know what he did with Nick all weekend long? Did the guys tell the doctor? Was he going to walk out and get arrested for giving Nick HIV?” He decided to say as little as possible. Just as with Dennis and everyone else, the doctor detailed a blood test regimen and told him about reporting the people he helped to Tyler. Aaron told the doctor “Thank you” and went down to get his next blood test from Tyler. Tyler drew his blood and repeated the same information he told Dennis, Joe, Steven and Kyle to Aaron. When he was done, Tyler took him down to the special waiting room and Tyler closed the door, this time with him inside. “I want to remind you guys that we need to keep this a secret. Soon, you will get more information about how you should continue to spread your gift and how we will help you. I can’t really give you any more than that right now, but soon your questions will be answered. You can now leave through the regular waiting room.” Dennis had to hurry to get to work since he had swapped shifts in order to go to the “secret meeting” they had been invited to later that night. Aaron wanted to head back to Nick’s place and spend more time filling him with cum. Joe, Kyle and Steven headed back to their apartment and then off to their classes. Joe got back from class and sat down on the couch and looked at his phone. Five hours until the mystery meeting. He looked through his email and responded to a couple possible clients. One looked very interesting, a straight but curious businessman visiting and wanting to get tied up and used. He replied asking for more details on what his ideal scene would be - safe/bb, just restrained or more of a BDSM scene, toys, cbt, fisting, and how long of a session he wanted. He was back studying when Kyle and Steven came home and they ate a light dinner, unsure of what the rest of the night would bring. They each cleaned themselves out and dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. Kyle decided to go commando, Joe had his usual jockstrap on that hadn’t been washed in weeks and Steven had a pair of boxer briefs on under his torn jeans. All three of their phones buzzed at the same time and Kyle was the first to read the message. It said “235 Industrial Drive. Door open 10:00-10:15 PM only.” They looked up the address on their phones and saw that it was in a warehouse park just outside of town. Joe said “that should take about fifteen minutes to get there. I’ll ask Dennis if he wants to ride with us. That will add five minutes or so.” Kyle and Steven nodded. Dennis told Corey that he was going out late that night. Corey kept pressing for details, since it wasn’t a time Dennis normally hooked up or went to work. Dennis made up a story about meeting Steven to tag team a new friend of his, which had bits of truth to it. When he got the message from Joe he replied “no, meet u there” to keep the story he told Corey going.

"Yeah pig, that's hot ain't it? Watching that big fucking daddy pounding his raw POZ black cock in and out of that white twink's fuckhole! So fucking perfect!" Trevor was squirming and spreading his legs wider as Daddy continued finger fucking his wet hungry pig cunt, while he stared hypnotized at the erotic dirty verbal poz fuck taking place on the screen in front of his wide dilated eyes. "Hell yes, Daddy, it's fucking hotter than anything I ever saw. And that white guy is begging his black Master for his POZ cock! I can't believe how horny it's making me!" I began twisting his nipple nearest me as I leaned in and began running my tongue sensually along his jawline and up to his ear, causing him to moan and squirm even more. "Bet you wish that was you on that couch with him instead of the white pussy boi, huh? Bet you'd love feeling that hard fat black daddy meat slamming into your pig hole balls deep again and again, wouldn't you? Feeling his hard muscled daddy's body pressed down on your back while he pistons in and out in and out? Is that what you want you horny tina loving pig bottom?", I whispered in his ear, loud enough, of course, for Daddy to hear. Trevor shuddered and groaned low in his throat. "So fucking hot, so damn fucking hot", he panted, "but, but I don't want to get pozzed. I'd love to have him fucking me and cum in me, but, oh no, I can't take poz cum!" He whipped his eyes around to look at leather Daddy and in a voice unsteady and unsure said, "I'm sorry daddy. I can't take poz cum in my ass. Can I? Oh, Daddy!", he moaned with a hunger in his voice even as he spoke the words. Daddy pressed his lips against the full wet lips of the tweaked up fuckhole on the couch between us and slid his tongue into the accepting mouth. I heard them both moan as Daddy's thick tongue began exploring Trevor's mouth. As they started making out, Daddy pulled his fingers from the cum pig's loosened wet hole and held his head gently in both hands as their kissing intensified. As soon as Daddy's fingers slipped out of Trevor's sloppy cum hole I reached into the bag of crystal, pulled out a couple of medium sized shards and used 3 of my fingers to slide them into Trevor's burning hole. His legs immediately spread wider and he moaned and bucked against Daddy as they continued making out and my fingers worked more tina into his already overloaded system. He finally pulled away from Daddy's sexy lips, panting loudly and throwing his head back. "Oh fuck yeah bro! Yeah work this pig bottom's hole over with your fingers. Feels so fucking GOOD!! Gawd I never knew, I never knew it could feel so good! My holes belong to both of you. Use it, fuck it, breed it...just don' stop! Oh please!!" As soon as he stopped talking we all heard the neg white twink in the video yell out, "Oh fuck YES Daddy! Fuck your boi's hole! Give me that big black poz cock! It feels so good....please Daddy, don't stop! Knock me up with your raw poz cock!" Trevor, lost in the sensations in his ass and the uncontrolled lust burning in his brain rolled his head back and forth moaning, "Oh yes daddy. Don't stop. Fuck me with your cock daddy. Fuck me hard with your POZ cock!" "Fuck yeah!" me and Daddy both let out together. "Hearing you say that, boi, has your daddy and pig bro so fucking hot! I know you don't want to take a poz cock and cum in your ass, but it's so damn fucking sweet hearing you beg like that! How about if we have some fun with some hot dirty verbal roleplay? Let us fuck your sweet hot pig pussy and we'll just pretend we're both poz, and you start begging us for our poz cocks and poz cum in your ass! I promise you boi, you will get fucked like you can't imagine..and I bet you'll love it to. What do you think, boi?", Daddy finished up as he leaned down and bit hard onto Trevor's pointed hairy nip and I rammed my fingers hard inside his cum coated hole. "So hot," Trevor moaned, "so fucking hot!" He raised his head up from the back of the couch and with feverish eyes full of dark need he looked at us both. "I need to get fucked. I need to be bred. Please Daddy, please bro....fuck me...fuck me with your hot POZ cocks and fill me up with your dirty toxic cum!" Hot damn! The pig was almost there! It was just a matter of time now..time and tina.

My name is David and You made me feel identified with Davis ... I would love for a guy or a big group of guys to do me something like this in my first time... Anyone is interested in rape me as this?This is my ass

Tempted to feel sorry for poor little Davis, but then again, he begged for it, didn't he?!?

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 4) “Come here… stroke my cock while you dance you horny fuck” I ordered Davis. He hesitated at first and looked at me worried. Then he moved slowly towards me and lowered his head. I could see him crying. He took my hard cock in both of his hands and started stroking it gently. We could all hear him sob. I handed the cam to a mate, then put my arms around Davis and pulled him closer to me. “Continue stroking me, pup” I told him in a normal tone. His head rested against my right shoulder. I could feel his tears on my skin. My hands started massaging his ass cheeks through his white pair of jeans. My black leather gloves made a nice contrast to the white fabric. Davis’ sobbing increased slightly. He was shaking like a leaf. He guessed obviously, that I would tear his jeans down from him and rape myself into his body. “What’s wrong baby? Don’t you want to welcome us with your sweet innocent hole?” I asked him softly. He shook his head slowly, without looking at my ski mask, revealing only my eyes and my mouth. “Open your jeans and keep on moving your body to the music” I said. Another friend moved closer and pressed himself against the youth’s backside, twisting Davis’ nipples again. Davis heard a loud squeak - just to learn it was himself making those noises. My buddy pressed his hard dick against the boys’ jeans and Davis felt an enormous erection pushing against his ass. The guy moved slowly with Davis rocking body. There was danger in the air. “Start to unbutton your jeans now” I repeated myself squeezing his ass cheeks even more. Davis shook almost violently while sobbing and started to follow my order. It took an eternity for him, to unbutton his pants, but as soon as he accomplished the task, my friend and I pulled Davis’ tight jeans down to his upper thighs. His movements were now more restricted, because he couldn’t get rid of the whole pants at once. I looked down and realized the slut was wearing a jock strap. “Oh you cheap whore…. you dressed up for us? Huh?” I looked at him with my masked face and lifted his chin up, so he could see my cold eyes through the slit. “I bought it for today” he sniffed. “You bought this for our date? You hear that guys? This slick cum bucket bought this whore pants for us” I sneered. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and my mate immediately attacked the boys’ hole. He tried to push his glans penis into Davis, who wailed in distress. It was fun to keep the boy in place, while my mate tried again and again to push his cock into this narrow pink hole. It seemed impossible to fuck him dry. I mean… of course with enough brutality it would fit sooner or later, but we had another plan. “Let a real man open up this cunt” another guy leered. We dragged Davis to a couch and positioned him over one of the couch arms. Someone spread the boys’ ass cheeks apart and with a little bit of spit the second guy actually entered the boy two inches. Davis screamed like a maniac. I pushed his face into a cushion, to muffle his screams. “How does it feel, getting ripped up without lube. Do you like his cock boy? Do you want more of his tube in your cunt?” I shouted out. “Man… he is tight…” the lucky bastard moaned. He withdrew his cock and we let go of Davis. The little punk tried to get up and run for the door, but fell over his own two feet. He tumbled down and crawled away, only to end up hiding in a corner of a room. There he tried to be invisible. Davis blinked and saw three pair of legs walking into his direction. The guys walked slowly and removed their belts slowly. He didn’t dare to examine the whole situation. All he could see were several legs, three hard cock and some dangling belts. Then he felt the first blow….

Hello, everyone. Thank you for your patience. Part 3 is now available, but it is in the "Bug Chasing & Gift Giving Fiction" section. If the link below works, it should take you there. As you might have guessed, our young safe-only protagonist is getting himself in even deeper trouble by submitting himself to Hank. Hope you enjoy. https://breeding.zone/topic/37653-the-broken-jock/

The next couple of weeks became a blur. Between packing up our dorm room and preparing for finals, Matt and the college agreed a settlement date that fell in the week after finals, so we could get in and start whatever work we had to do to get the houses ready for occupancy. He also used his charm to get our friends to volunteer their time and muscles to complete the tasks. Finals week rolled around and we were all busy trying to pull out the best grades we could from each of our courses. Matt managed to accelerate two of the settlement dates with the result that he took possession of two of the properties during finals week, and he even managed to schedule a party at one of them on the Saturday after finals. Toby, although busy studying for his test and preparing final papers for his classes, managed to help arrange the party and the invitation list. Pete secured a moving van for Friday and we got most of our belongings packed up and ready to go. Matt came over after his finals on Thursday to say he was done for the semester and offered to help us with anything that still needed attention. I had one final left in the morning, and was tired of studying, so I wagged my cock at him and told him he could start with the draining of my heavy balls. He wasted no time and was soon between my legs, sucking down my hard cock. The pressure and tension of the last few weeks of the semester flowed-down his throat, along with my toxic precum. As Matt slurped down my leaking cock, Pete and Toby showed up, back from their finals. Pete, needing to relieve some tension, knelt behind Matt and began rimming his sweet naked pucker, as Toby slid down his shorts and fed me his swelling cock. The taste of Toby’s sweet negative nectar drove me wild as I lifted Matt's head from my cock and positioned Toby’s ass over my fuck stick. Just as Pete slid his cock balls-deep into Matt, Toby sank down onto me, so I was fucking Pete’s boy as Pete fucked me. Given our frantic schedules during the past week or so, it had been several days since any of us had had any sex, so we were rutting like animals. I drove my cock into Toby like a jackhammer, with the result I soon shot a load deep into Toby’s gut. I continued pounding his hole 'til a second toxic load exploded from my cock, to join the first. Pete's orgasm wasn't far behind soon enough he filled Matt’s hole with his massive load. We all collapsed in a pile on my bunk, sated for the moment. As we began to regain our strength and Toby slowly slid off my softening cock, Toby mentioned that he had heard from Jerald that the study had been renewed for fall semester, and that Jerald would be stopping by later. As Pete and Toby cuddled at the foot of my bed, Matt got up and came over to me at the top of the bed and hugged and kissed me. Matt let us know that things were progressing nicely on the last house and he expected to take possession on Monday, adding that he would pick me up on Friday after my final to take me to the party house, so we could see what we needed to do before the party on Saturday. We chatted for a while and then we all headed down to the showers to clean-up before dinner. Matt turned-on the water and adjusted the temperature as I hung up my towel and joined him. My cock expanded again at the sight of my hot lover who was also getting a hard-on as the stream of hot water poured over him. I laughed and offered to wash his back. Needless to say, by the time Pete and Toby entered the shower room, we were hot and heavy in a make-out session under the shower session, our hard cocks in a session of sword play. Pete and Toby once again joined in and this time I ended-up flip-fucking Pete while Matt sank his cock into Toby. There is nothing better than having sex in the showers to relieve some tension from a long week of finals. We all went over to the dining hall after getting dressed and had our last dinner in the commons. Matt invited us over to the gated house for dessert, saying he had something to show us at our soon-to-be-new residence. We finished our meal and headed over to the house, walking the 15 minutes at a good pace. When we arrived at the gate Toby punched in the code and the gate swung back to allow us entry. “So you guys want a tour of the place first or you want to see my surprise?” Matt asked. The three of us indicated opted to see what deep secret Matt had waiting for us. He took us towards and behind the garage, which was the rear of the property, where, upon rounding the corner of the garage, we found a medium sized motor-home. Gesturing at the motor-home, Matt said “Well boys, take a look at your new home while work is being done on the house" and with a flourish he opened the door of the rig and invited us to come on in. Pete was the first to rush inside, followed closely by Toby. By the time I entered with Matt on my tail Pete and Toby were on the couch making out. Matt and I laughed saying “There’s no place you guys won’t fuck, is there?” And with that Matt and I continued on to the rear of the vehicle and entered the bedroom portion of the rolling structure. It had a nice king sized bed which afforded ample room to play around. I went over and sat on the edge of the bed and Matt walked up to me. I hugged him, then undid his pants and pulled out his cock and kissed the head before enveloping it with my mouth. Matt began moaning as I expertly blew him, working my tongue into his piss slit, and squeezing his sweet ass checks in my hands. I began fingering his hole and he shot a load down my throat, in my mouth and across my lips and face. As I was licking the cum off his face and snowballing his cum back to him, Pete and Toby came into the room. “So, I thought you were going to show us the house” Pete remarked. I put Matt's cock away and he zipped-up his trousers, adjusting his tool into a comfortable position, and then took us into the house. I understood why he thought we needed the motor-home for temporary housing. The house itself was a mess - not just dirty, but really run down and kind of gross. The house had certainly had potential, but in its current condition it was not livable. Matt went over what he thought needed to be done and what plans he had made for the renovations. By the time we finished the tour and headed back to the dorms, it was getting late and we were all ready to crash. We entered our room and, as Pete and Toby began to fool around on Pete’s bed, Matt undressed me. I laid down naked on my bed and Matt removed his remaining clothes and laid down beside me, we spooned until I fell asleep. I assume Matt soon fell fast asleep himself, and Toby and Pete were right behind us. The next morning I got dressed and went over my notes for my final. Pete and Toby had arisen early so that they could pick up the van. Matt lay in bed smiling at me as I packed my backpack with extra pencils and paper and went to take down the message board on the door, finding a note from Jerald that read “Hey guys, sorry I missed you. Give me a call.” I looked at Matt and grinned, saying “Oops, we got so caught up in the tour last night we forgot Jerald was coming over.” Matt laughed and said he would call him while I was at my final. He kissed me passionately then slapped me on the ass, telling me to get to my class and do well on the test. The final went well and I returned to the dorm room to find it bare and almost looking sterile, as Matt, Pete, and Toby had moved everything out while I was in class. I was a bit sad, but also excited that this chapter of my college life was closing, just as another began. I was about to text Matt to find out where everyone was, when Jerald knocked on the open door, “Hey dude, Matt sent me to get you. The guys are over unloading the van at the house." I grabbed my back pack and followed Jerald down the corridor and out of the building, talking as we made the short walk over to the house. Jerald told me he thought he might have come down with the fuck flu the previous week, but he was feeling better now. I gave him a light punch to the shoulder and welcomed him to the club. We got to the gates and I punched in the code which unlocked the entrance. As we walked-up the drive way, we saw the guys unloading contents of the van into the garage. I walked Jerald to the 'love shack', as we had christened the motor home, and upon entering I offered him a cold beer from the refrigerator, which, I noticed, was well stocked. About then Matt came in, and giving me a hug and a kiss, he asked “How’d the final go?” I responded saying I was confident it went well. Matt went over to Jerald, hugged him, thanking him for coming to get me. Then Matt took Jerald by the hand, and gesturing for me to accompany them, the three of us moved into the bedroom, where, following Matt's lead, we undressed Jerald, dropped our own clothing, and soon enough Jerald was on the bed with one of our cocks in either end. We took turns feeding him our cocks and sliding them up his rear entrance, turning him into a cum-lusting pig. I was about to dump my load in his guts when Pete walked in and joined me, where, after some jostling, he was able to shove his cock in next to mine, stretching Jerald’s hole. That sent me over the edge and I blasted my cum deep in Jerald's ass, which triggered Pete to do the same. As we withdrew our cocks, cum oozed from Jerald's well used hole. Not to be left out, Matt came around, stuffed his cock in, and in no time added his spooge to the mixture. We cleaned-up and Pete and Jerald went to pick up the kegs for next day's party. Meanwhile Matt and I walked over to the party house, which was a few blocks away. The house was in better shape than the gated house, needing essentially only a coat of paint before it could be rented-out. Thoughtfully, Toby had picked-up some couches, tables and chairs so our guests would be comfortable. As matt and I toured the house, I noticed there seemed to be (at least) a couch or bed in each room and in one room were two pairs of slings set-up in the center of the room. I looked at Matt, but he simply grinned and then began undressing me, positioning me in the sling. Although we had just finished playing with Jerald, Matt was apparently ready to go again, once he saw me naked, laying in the sling, ass positioned to take his cock. He slid in easily and worked his tool into my hole, telling me how hot I looked and how he was going to plant his toxic seed in my ass. About ten minutes later he was still talking dirty to me and pumping in and out, when someone behind us coughed. It was a couple of the guys Toby had asked to come over to decorate for the party. Each had pulled-out his hard cock, and was vigorously stroking, Matt smiled at them and gestured to see if either wanted to take his place in my hole. The older of the two, maybe mid-twenties, stepped up and slid in as Matt pulled out. The younger guy, who was about our age, slipped out of his clothing and climbed into the other sling. Matt apparently knew a good thing when he saw it, 'cause he spat on the guy's crack and started working his cock into the newcomer's hole. The slings were positioned side-by-side, but head to toe, so I could watch as Matt plowed the boy and he could watch his buddy pound me. The rattling of the chains masked the fact that we were now joined by Pete and Jerald as well as Toby and six or so other college studs. It looked like the cleaning/decorating gang would be doing a little gang banging first. For the next couple hours we fucked and sucked the dozen or so guys who had arrived to help get ready for the party. I ended up with four or five loads up my boy cunt and dropped a couple loads into a hot 19 year old who just couldn't get enough. We did eventually get the house cleaned up and decorated for the party, but it was quite late when we finally locked up the house and walked home to 'the love shack'.