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Today was pretty casual, and my partner Shane was chatting on and off with a few guys on Grindr. After dinner, a guy from UMass said he’d like to come over for some hot tub time. We hung out a bit when he arrived, and then stripped down and jumped in the tub. The guy was hot looking — browning-red hair, blue eyes, 6’, lean athletic build, and sporting a large cock (even while it wasn’t erect). Chatted awhile out there as the sun set, shared a bottle of wine, and enjoyed the casual progression of touching under the water. Finally Shane sat along the edge of the tub and the guy went right down on his cock, using one hand to hold Shane’s hardon while he worked his mouth along the shaft. We took turns sitting along the edge getting each of our cocks worked over. The UMass student’s hardon was about 7.5” and thick, with a nice smooth head that mushroomed wider than the shaft. At one point, both he and Shane were leaning over the side of the tub in the twilight, showcasing their asses and sweet holes. I went back and forth, tonguing both their tight holes, and gently probing one with a finger while my tongue was in the other. Finally Shane asked if he wanted to take things inside, and the stud quickly agreed. I closed up the tub and followed a moment later, grabbing my towel to dry off. I looked around the house quickly, and found Shane had led him downstairs to the place space in the basement where the sling is hung. They were standing naked in middle of the room making out, both hardons raging while they stroked each other. I grabbed the lube and poppers out of a drawer, then joined them in a 3-way kiss. The stud dropped to his knees and started working both our dicks simultaneously, slurping as he went from one to the other. I was playing gently with Shane’s ass at first, then bent over to grab the stud’s ass and finger his hole again. “Have you been in a sling before?” I asked. ”Never.” ”Wanna try it?” ”Hell yeah!” We moved him to the sling, helping him jump in and position himself. I slipped one ankle into a stirrup while Shane did the other. Then I grabbed his thighs and pulled him so his ass was hanging over the edge of the sling. I stepped to the side and put a bottle of poppers under his nose, giving him two hits to start. Shane was the first to fuck him, entering slowly so the stud could acclimate to his hold being stretched. His dick was presuming as he took Shane’s cock in his ass. Shane rocked the sling gently, his cock sliding in and out ever so gently as the main event began. The stud let out a soft moan, wincing slightly at the thickness of Shane’s cock as it opened him up more. It was slow and steady at first, the college stud starting to moan as Shane gave the first fuck of the evening. The stud was stroking his own dick, and I slapped my dick on his mouth until he opened up and swallowed it. “How do you like the sling?” Shane asked ”Oh my god, this is so fucking hot!” Shane took that as a signal to start fucking him harder. The chains began to jangle with the rhythm of the fuck, and the college boy was grunting as he swang back and forth, his ass meeting Shane’s pelvis with a slap each time. I was stroking watching the live porn, loving the sight of this college boy taking Shane’s raw cock in the sling. “You want some?” Shane asked me. ”Fuck yeah.” We switched spots and I slid right into the stud. His hole was soooo warm, and Shane had opened him nicely. I like to stand still, pushing and pulling the sling by the chains so he is fucking himself on my dick. I moved my hips to enter at different angles, stretching his young hole even wider as I took him raw. He never asked for a rubber or flinched at being barebacked. His tall frame looked incredibly hot spread out in the sling, legs caught in the stirrups so he was totally exposed. I wrapped one hand around his dick and used it to leverage fucking him while swinging the sling back and forth. “Oh fuck yeah!!” He kept saying as he was impaled. I started feeling the juices building up, and I knew this boy was in for a load. “You want my load, don’t you?” “Oh fuck yeah!” “You’re ready to take your first breeding in a sling, aren’t you?” “Oh fuck yeah!” I grabbed his hips and started pulling him back and forth harder, slamming my cock inside him as I left the amazing pleasure building in me. I felt his ass muscles tighten and relax around my cock. The look on his face was pure lust as he was fucked by someone he hadn’t known an hour ago. I finally let it loose, “Oh! Fuck! Yeah! Breed me!” I couldn’t speak, but just kept pumping, visualizing my load pushed deeper and deeper inside this stud. I felt an amazing rush knowing this guy had my load inside him. I stepped back roughly, catching my breath. He and Shane were making out, and he said quietly, “Oh fuck yeah. That was hot!” I needed to clear my head from the poppers, and went upstairs to grab some water and wash off my dick (I don’t know why, but I like to rinse off after cumming). I wasn’t in a rush, knowing Shane was there to occupy our guest. After a few minutes, I heard the sling chains jangling, and could hear the movement through the ceiling beams. I wandered back downstairs. Shane was in the sling, his legs suspended wide and his ass open for the stud who was pushing his thick dick into that waiting hole. Shane was still taking a hit of poppers when the stud’s dick sank inside him. He moaned his moan of first penetration, a sound I’ve heard escape from him countless times — a mix of mild pain and the thrill of taking a cock. He didn’t waste any time getting into a fast paced fuck, his pelvis slapping against Shane’s lubed ass, and both grunting and breathing heavy in a primal exchange. Shane was taking it hard, his head thrown back and eyes closed as he lost himself in the fuck. The stud was running one hand up and down Shane’s tight abs while he held onto Shane’s cock with the other. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with the chains, but he was maneuvering around them well enough. He slipped one of Shane’s toes into his mouth and sucked on it while he pounded into his hole. “I can’t last much longer,” the stud panted. “Can I cum in you?” “Cum in me,” Shane said between grunts. “Oh fuck yeah!” The stud started pounding straight in and out, holding Shane’s thighs for leverage as he went for the gold! He started letting out short breaths and closed his eyes, “OH FUCK! OH fuck. YEEEEAHHHHH!” I knew he was unleashing his load inside Shane. Shane let his own load go, splashing his cum across his abs and chest while the stud splashed inside his ass. The two rocked back and forth, grunting and shuddering as their orgasms shook them. The stud leaned forward over Shane in the sling, his dick still buried inside. They stayed there like that a minute or two before he eased his cock out of the hole he’d just bred. ”That was amazing,’ he panted as he stepped back. I jerked off again about an hour later on the couch, Shane asleep on the other end with the guy’s load still in him. I was feeling the sexual rush replaying the whole scene in my head again. Let me know if you enjoyed hearing tonight’s adventure.

Went to the bathhouse in Indianapolis last night. Slid into 3 raw holes (fit white, bear white, fit Latino), but only bred the last one. Some oral give and receive throughout the night. Decent crowd overall. My "Latino jock buddy" hit me up on Grindr this evening...asked if I wanted to fuck, and within 5 minutes of me saying "yeah" he was walking in my apt door. Gave him a load and he was on his way as usual. An undergrad says he wants to come over later tonight for a load, but he's been saying this for months now and hasn't ever come through...so not holding my breath.

Part 2. I drifted out of my little dreamland and got off my ass to get to work. As I straightened up, I felt the wet spot generated by my free flowing precum press against my shaved pubic area. It felt hot and cold at the same time as my cock slithered down into a relaxed arrangement and I love that feeling. I keep perfectly shaved at all times for just such moments. Well, that and it keeps me mentally and physically in my place. As I wandered behind the counter and mostly sleepwalked into my job I ran back over in my mind what made me such a complete bottom, a submissive, a toy really. That’s what got me off-being used, and used well. In my second bookstore venture, I had sneaked off yet again, my then wife blissfully passed out from three glasses of wine too many. I was coming down off my beer rush and had settled into finding my next rush, a burst of something that would blow me out of myself and away from the tedious bullshit every day ground into. Back to the bookstore. Back to those booths. But this time around, I needed something different to light my fuse. The blowjob I had gotten had fueled some good jerking, but I always landed back on that last gesture. He had spit my cum out like it was on fire and evaporated back out into the dark. Thinking endlessly about it, I realized I was barely involved at all. And I needed to be as deep into this as I could take myself. So I bought my tokens and into the back I went. I settled into a corner booth. The corners had just that much more room to move around in. Or at least a touch less claustrophobia. This time around I left the door unlatched and slightly open. What I needed would find its way in and this journey would begin. And as quickly as I popped several tokens down the slot, the door lightly creaked open and two guys stepped in. They looked to be in their 50’s and pretty nicely dressed. Polo shirts and chinos and nicely worn shoes. They looked at me as I sat on the bench and I nodded. The door was closed in a smooth, quiet motion. The next move was clearly up to me, and I moved off the bench toward them and immediately went to my knees. I had never sucked a cock before, but whatever sat there in the back of my skull, the thing that had brought me here, the thing hungry for that rush knew it wanted those cocks in my mouth. Now. They unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped and a foot in front of my face were two hard dicks. For starters, I went left. I don’t know why, and I didn’t care. The tight mushroom of the head was now between my lips and I got the first tangy drop of another man’s precum on the top of my tongue. Immediately I was hooked. I moved forward and slid him into me, working that shaft with my lips and tongue, nursing on that hardness like a newborn. A fully newborn cocksucker. And I worked that angle for all I was worth, pulling back, diving deep, every back and forth bring more of that sweet precum into me hungry mouth. He relaxed some, and then lightly placed his hands on my head. I was lost in every nerve firing in my mouth and barely noticed him pushing me more firmly down his spit slicked prick. My hands found his ass and worked in tandem with his own pulling and he moved faster and deeper into my mouth, lightly breaching my throat every few strokes. My cheeks hollowed with the suction I was generating and I was finally outside of myself, farther than any drink or drug had ever taken me. Then, his grip tightened, fingers wrapped in my hair. I was far enough down to touch his balls with my extended tongue and I felt them draw up, and—bam—he unloaded. My formerly hollowed cheeks inflated with cum, and it was a lot. More than I’d ever pumped out, more than I’d imagined could be pumped out. My brain lit up like Rockefeller Center on New Years Rockin’ Eve and the taste and feel of all that cum turned my world upside down. As I gulped and choked and sputtered I knew I was right where I needed to be: servicing a hard cock. He pulled back and I was locked up, in a daze of pure heat. And in that daze, the voice of his partner rang in from the right. I turned my head and saw him furiously pumping his cock, “I got so turned on I couldn’t wait,” he hissed, “this is for you cocksucker.” And with that he unloaded a massive load directly into my face. It was thick and hot and sliding down toward my jawline and chin. I began to reach up to push that load into my mouth and he grabbed my wrists. “Leave that cum on your face, cocksucker,” he said, having recovered his deep voice from his earlier scratchy hiss. “Wear that out of this place and let everyone see what you are.” By the time I processed that, they were on the other side of the door. After a few minutes of recovery, I pushed off my knees and headed out myself. I wore that cum through the showroom full of dildos and dirty magazines and out to my car. It almost looked like a mask, but I knew the face I had before was the real mask. This face now, soaked and dripping with cooling semen, that was my true face. And there was no looking back.

After a hookup didn't go as planned I decided to make my way to the baths, and it was a fantastic decision. The night started kind of slow, got a couple hits but they didn't want the same thing as me. Climbed up on the fuck bench and got a really dissatisfying ride. Thinking it was going to be another unfulfilling night at the baths, I was working my way around the maze when a stray hand grabbed my ass. He slid a couple fingers over my hole, felt that it was lubed up and good to go, so I let him into one of the gloryhole cubbies. He left the door open and started pounding me like he was out to wreck my hole. I got in the zone really quickly, and slammed my ass back against him just as hard as he was thrusting his hips. After a solid 10-15 minute aggressive pounding he bottomed out and pumped his load into me. By the time he pulled out number 2 was already waiting for me through one of the gloryholes. So I re-lubed, and got him right in there. Once he started pounding me I looked up and saw a small audience had gathered, a number of guys stroking their cocks waiting for their chance at my sloppy hole. Of course I had to give them a show, so I went wild. This guy didn't last as long, and as he pulled out I felt those two loads dripping down my legs. The second I turned around, number 3 pushed his way through the audience and pushed right in without giving me a moment to breathe. He must have watched the other two since he went from zero to pound city in a single thrust. I gave just as good as I got, but at this point I was hungry and I wanted a proper ride on the fuck bench. Happily obliging, we walked over but it was occupied. Before I knew it number 4 came up behind me and slapped my ass with his huge cock. I wanted it bad, so I guided him to my slut hole and backed all the way onto him until I could feel his balls slap me. Using a free edge on the fuck bench to brace myself, I rode him from end to end, hard enough to produce a loud slap when my ass hit his stomach. I got so into the moment I started getting louder and louder, which made the guy actually on the bench get louder in response. The guy fucking him got more aggressive while I slammed my hips as hard as I could on number 4. Pretty soon the rhythm of his thrusts broke, hie bottomed out, and bred me with a massive load. And once again, the second number 4 pulled out, number 3 lined back up, this time determined to fuck me even harder than number 4 and earlier in the cubby. This guy had some serious stamina, I thought he would use my hole all night if he could. He got really into it, slapping my ass, moaning loudly every time I pushed him all the way inside me, which made the bottom on the bench reply with his own moans. But after maybe 20 minutes (I'm guessing since time was a blur at this point), number 3 was at his limit, and he gave me my final load of the night. I know 4 loads is almost nothing compared to what I've seen discussed on this site, but tonight I finally got to feel like a proper cumdump for the first time. Now I want more.

I went both nights. I have no idea how many men I fucked. The large bed was always ringed with willing hole. It's wonderful to see 4 or 5 men getting plowed at the same time--and the tops changing from one hole to the next. I would often just work my way around all of those ass up boys--then move on to the bystanders watching us. Or, occasionally, I was asked to fuck the top who was plowing next to me, so I would fuck him as he gave up his load to the man on the bed. Both nights I played for over 3 hours. I fucked and felched my way to massive loads each night.

Part 7 Home Slice After a nice shower I sucked a one last load from Dante's balls savoring the flavor as I swallowed it down. I let him know that my truck was at Michael's as was pulled away from his place. It didn’t take long before we pulled up near Michael’s house where I quickly jumped out of Dante’s ride so he could pull away without Michael seeing him. Michael I began to worry a bit when Chris didn’t show up to the party Friday night. I knew he was with my weed dealer, Dante. I was afraid that Dante was busted by the cops and Chris was arrested for being: the car with him. When I saw him waking up my driveway towards his car I ran out to find out what had happened to him. Chris I was expecting Michael to meet me as I returned to pick up my truck after basically disappearing all weekend. Dante had given me what I was to tell him, no more and no less. I simply told him that Dante needed to go by his place to pickup more supplies and we ended up staying be had a lot going on there and I stuck around since I was have a good time. Michael seemed to buy the bull I feed him as I gave him a stash of weed Dante had me give him to help with what I told him adding that I was given the weed to make up for the ‘inconvenience’ Dante might have caused. I excused myself from any further discussion with Michael since I had just enough time to run home before church. The rest is the day went as normal with one exception, I couldn’t get Dante out of my head. I was lucky I do had Tina dick, but my ass was screaming to be filled. After dinner I excused myself and went to my bedroom where I finished too what like school work I had due Monday, climbed into bed naked (for the first time in my life) and quickly fell asleep with the faint feeling of Dante's cock fucking me while gently fondling my soft cock. I woke before my alarm went off with morning wood like I had never had before. To me, it still felt like I had Dante’s dick in my ass as I reached to stroke my rock hard 6 1/2 inch cock. It didn’t surprise me that it only took a could minutes before I shot my load with the strongest orgasm I had ever felt before. I didn’t know if I could wait all week to see Dante. He told me that his only expectations were that I be at his crib every weekend, Friday after school until Sunday morning when I had to go to church. It started me thinking, I was an 18 year old senior, I had two study periods that were at the ended my day, and if I could get an excuse, like I had a job (or something like that) I could get out is school around 12:30 pm. And since both my parents worked and wouldn’t be home until 6 pm, I’d have a coupe hours I could spend with Dante. I used the new iPhone X Dante gave me so that I could call him without my parents knowing anything about my new ‘friend’ and ‘activities’. I texted him my plan and he immediately had a way to get me the ‘excuse’ in order to get me out early. When I arrived at school that day I stopped I the office where I was told that they received a request from a local youth center requesting my early release from school. The request was still that I could volunteer with at risk youth who liked to hangout at the center in the afternoons. What surprised me was the administrator who was going over the process type me that since I had lunch the period before, I was free to leave at the sorry of my lunch. Damn did I just get lucky, I new it wouldn’t take me long to get to Dante's and this would give me a good 5 hours with him. The day moved quickly and when it was the guy lunch, I made my way to my car. I was hoping to get out the school without seeing Michael. Although, Dave worked out what I should tell him, I was lucky that I had church on Sunday. But I wasn’t that lucky today. As was leaving my locker there was Michael. He asked btw all kinds of questions about Dante’s condo, if everything he heard any his crew and the wild, drug filled parties her through. I free him the info Dante gave me telling him there were a my of drugs, plenty of tail to chase, a pool and hot tub out back. I told Michael I suck to smoking the weed Date have me and stayed away from the numerous hard drugs. There was a lot of naked tail swimming I the pool or chilling I the hot tub. I then sticky excused myself explaining that I had a volunteer opportunity to help bolster my high school experience and needed to get going. I partially ran to my truck and speed off. I are the lunch my mom packed for me as I drove over to Dante's place. As instructed, I parked my truck in front of an unoccupied condo and walked the shirt distance over to Dante’s unit. Being part of his crew I had the code to the doors and back gate, and with where I parked the back gate wasn’t only the closest to walk to, but it was inconspicuous to approach. Once I was inside the gate I knew what was expected of me. Dante had a locking cupboard for me, inside were several Andrew Christian boxer briefs and a few swim suites (bikini and square cut style). I pulled out a red pair known that was Dante's favorite color quickly stripped out of khaki's and t-shirt; then slipping the tight fitting underwear on. Dante I was just getting out of the pool from my morning swim. The water doing off my naked body, fucking the warmth of the hot sun wash over my body as my semi hard cock dangled between my legs. I knew Home Slice would be arriving soon and I wondered how much his sober ass was going to want my cock inside his great ass. I missed him coming through the back gate, and totally missed him approaching me as I died my hair and face, but I definitely felt his with mouth as he engulfed my growing cock when you the root. We both moaned as he began to give me a great blow job. Damn, her really liked sucking cock, he was a natural born cock sucker. He was so good if I didn’t stop him he was going to be eating my load and I had a better place it needed to be deposited. I pulled him off my, now rock hard cock, and up to his feet where we kissed. I told him, “Get on the the lounge chair, suck that ass out while I very that great ass of yours ready for a good fucking.” Home Slice quickly positioned himself as instructed and I done in face first greedily eating his tasty ass. I worked as much spit into his hole. My spit was all the lube he was gong to get when I slide my cock inside him. That wasn't going to be the only difference with this fuck, we were also going to have an audience, there were a number of my crew stirring about that were getting ready to watch the slim, white boy take a fuck better them half of them could dream of getting. Once I was satisfied he was lubed enough, I lined up my hard, pre cum dripping dick against his hole. I used some of my pre cum to add some lube for the initial penetration as I let him know, “Ready or not” as I added enough pressure the tip of my cock slipped inside easily. If I had and doubts about Home Slice taking my cock sober quickly faded as he pushed back against me wanting to get more of my cock inside him as he moaned out “OH FUCK!” His ass was perfect to fuck. Or was the best ass I’d fucked in my 10 years of fucking guys. I rode him like the bitch he was becumming, knowing I was gong to fill film with another load of poz cum. He had taken sui much from me and Miguel there was no way he was gong to escape this fate of my DNA poignantly becumming part of him. It didn’t matter to me if Miguel or I pozzed him since Miguel was the guy who pozzed me. I had just turned 18 when Miguel made me on offer to becum his ‘distributor’. The only way the deal was going to be sealed was after he fucked me. I knew I was gay a couple years before, but was a strict, total top. But the deal Miguel was offering me was to good to pass up. I figured I could take a fucking in order to make several hundreds of thousands of dollars. Miguel pushed me to my knees what I began to suck his cock, getting it hard for the deed that I was about to undertake. He quickly filled my mouth before his cock snaked it’s way down my throat (it was at that moment I was thankful I enjoyed giving head and was great at deep throating), and (just as I had done to Home Slice), Miguel pulled his cock from my throat, pushed me into my back and as he climbed between my legs he pulled a week filled point out and expertly gave me my first slam. I can’t recall if I knew it from the start or if I learned later that he was fucking me raw, but with the slam he gave me, which (unlike Home Slice here) made my cock go fuck hard. I didn’t care or think about him bartending me, I knew he was breeding me since I could feel it when his cock would spam inside me and I swear I could feel his load splash me inside. It wasn’t until he pulled out of my cum filled hole after his sixth load that the implications of what we had done hit me. He didn’t give my ho hole any chance to close up or any of his load to leak out when he slid a butt plug inside telling me, “You’re to keep that plug in place until tomorrow.” Baje I left his hotel room he handed me a bag full of drugs abc a was of cash ($50,000 when I finally counted or) before heading home with that plug moving as I sat in my car driving. I came down with the ‘(fuck) flu’ a coupe weeks later. When Miguel came back to town a coupe months later I had $170,000 for him and he had more drugs guy me to sell. He never fucked me again, but it was then that I realized I’d need to have a nice ass (preferably neg) for him to breed. Recalling that night helped me last longer fucking Home Slice, but I couldn’t hole back any longer as I began to long dick his ass. He was working that hole milking my cock the best he could as my balls began churn. I slammed in so hard I punched through the third, deep internal ring as I shot a huge load into his (soon to be formerly) neg ass. As I continued to thrust my still hard cock inside Home Slice with the few of my crew who had been watching, a coupe starting their own fucking, I wondered if Home Slice was just naïve, dumb or didn’t know better. I figured we’d have that conversation later: the week when I’d tell him that he will be carrying my DNA for life. He took four loads from me that afternoon and each afternoon that week.

Okay, a funny and hot story! Had a somewhat regular younger top friend over last night, stayed the night. We had a few drinks, and some 420. I was very high, and a fair bit drunk, but, horny as hell! After awhile on the couch, chilling, I bent over and started sucking his cock! It gets nice and hard, about 8', average thickness. Rode his cock on the couch, grinding my ass down hard! Felt so good! After several minutes of this, he wants to take it to the bedroom. As we get to the bed, I hit some poppers hard, bend over, and he starts fucking me! He sometimes has a hard time cumming, but stays super hard. So, he was fucking me for what felt like forever, kept telling me how close he was, but, couldn't cum! I know something that I let him do before that seems to get him so horny! He had brought up watersports, which I love! So, to change things up, I mentioned that he can piss anytime if he likes Well, he said he would love to try and piss in my ass! I was so drunk, and almost passing out, when I literally felt so much pressure, and heat! He was pissing a huge amount deep in my ass and moaning wildly! This woke me right up, and I was going crazy with lust! He must have been holding it for sometime, as I was near to bursting! After several minutes, he started fucking me again, and I was a wet mess! Luckily, I had the mattress cover under the sheets, as there was a giant puddle under my ass now! I eventually turned over, on my back, and he slid in again! He was still taking sometime, and, with the drinks, and the 420, I must have passed out. Next thing I know, I wake up as I felt something wet hitting my lips, eyes, all over my face! He had pulled out after who knows how long, and jerked off all over my face! It was actually very hot, and a bit funny. All I could do was lick his cock, and lick off as much cum from my face as I could, then I passed out again. Woke up in the morning with dried cum everywhere!

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..."

I had just turned 18 and had an itch to loss my virginity it kept me awake at night and hard all day something had to give and this is my story of how I got more than I bargained for. So let me tell you a little about myself 18, 140 pound with a 28 inch waist, very athletic I was very proud of my defined body, six pack ab’s net cropped black hair, my cock however was only average. Everything in my life changed when I left home for college and joined an internet hook up site. I had posted a couple of pictures of myself in particular my smooth bubble butt with the note virgin needs to lose his cherry. Well I got a lot of attention but this one guy got my attention he was 35 his pictures showed that he was fit, had an 8 inch cock and heavy balls, the thing which really stood out was he was hairless which made his cock and balls look so sexy. He message me quit simply “would be happy to take your cherry boi”. I messaged him back and he gave me his address and time to be round, damn I was nervous but messaged him back and said ok cu soon. I turned up on time and knocked on his door, soon it was opened and this hunk of a man stood there and invited me in. He was really nice and offer me a Vodka to calm my nerves I quickly drunk it down and started feeling really relaxed to the point where I could not move it must have been laced. The next thing I remember was finding myself blindfolded, gagged, naked unable to move I had been restrained to some kind of cross what was scary was I could hear that there where now three guys in the room, they started groping my body one of the guys said lets give him a shave the next thing I knew I could feel a set of clippers removing my underarm hair, they then removed all my pubic hair and hair on my legs, finally they wet shaved me from head to foot and oiled me all over.. Then I felt one of the guys slipped a cock ring in over my cock and balls, I thought I was going to burst, my cock had never been this hard, he’s nearly ready lets give him some lady T one of the guys then stretched out my arm and I felt the sharp scratch of a needle going into my vein, 30 seconds later I was flying and felt so horny. Right lets take this virgin hole he’s ready one of the guys said as they released me. I was then made to stand on a small platform and my feet where strapped down, I felt a hand on the small of my back gently bending me over my neck and arms where placed in groves and then the top part was lowered over and I heard the snap of a lock, I had be placed into stocks, now my legs where being moved part and upwards exposing my virgin cherry. My gag and blindfold were removed and I could see a tv screen in front of me showing my hairless body naked the cameras then focused in on my white glistening bubble butt, my pure virgin was exposed, pink and like a little rose bud. The three guys where all naked their heavy cocks all erect moved round to my head the first guy had a nice thick piece of cock with covered with a foreskin he pushed forward to my lips said open boy I opened my lips and he slowly pulled the skin back to relieve the head which had pre cum leaking out, I instinctively stuck out my tongue and I licked it up, it tasted so sweet as he pushed more of his cock down my throat I worked it all the way down using my tongue getting him really wet, this kid is a hell of a cocksucker he said as he pulled out, the other two guys (one a black guy who’s cock must have been nearly 10 inches) then took turns in fucking my throat the guy who I had messaged (Danny) said I’m first remember I’ll brake his hole and fill him with his first load. The guys all moved behind my and once again I could see my smooth white bubble butt and pink cherry on the screen in front, then one of the guys wrote on my back (virgin hole to be filled with POZ cum, I was so high that I didn’t take in the meaning, how stupid) with a small arrow pointing at my virgin hole. I was so drugged up and horny by now I said for fuck sake somebody fuck me, how dim! Danny moved behind me and lined up his cock on my tiny smooth pink hole and the next thing I felt was the head of his thick cock slick with pre cum pushing against my ring he thrust really hard but my cherry hole wasn’t giving in, at which point the black guy said I have an idea no lube just pure cum and set about swallowing my cock down to the root, dear god he was a fucking expert and in no time my sack tightened, my balls pulsed and sent a powerful load to the head of my cock, one of the guys had a camera focused on my balls and cock and you could clearly see my balls pushing the cum up my shaft at which point I exploded into the black guys mouth with the heaviest load I had ever delivered. The black guy with a mouth full of my cum then got behind me and deposited my sticky load on the crack of my butt, the cum made its way down to my hole where Danny’s cock was still pushing on my ring, suddenly the head of his cock covered in my cum had broken through, I screamed my hole was on fire as I looked at the screen I could see his cock covered in my cum slowly pushing into my hole. He told me to relax and breathe, as I did Danny pushed more of his thick hard cock into me, you like that don’t you boi he said as more cock stretched my hole finally I could feel his smooth balls my butt, “yes sir, I love it” then he said I’m in boys, fuck him hard Danny one of the guys said as he pulled back then pushed in deep again, the pain went and I could feel the head of his cock massaging my prostrate soon he was piston fucking my arse his balls where slapping my butt, damn I realised his cock was raw in my hole and shouted out condom, the guys all laughed No condom boi your going to be breed like the little cum dump you are, Danny’s positive and your going to get filled with is charged load you stupid boi, we are going to own you and whore you out as our personal cum dump. The warmth of Danny’s slick cock in my hole was sensational I had never in my short life felt so amazing at that moment I new I was meant to be a bottom slut. Danny moved position above me and I could feel his sweet dipping down my back as he started picking up the pace, he was now pulling all the way out and then slamming back to the hilt. It was an amazing sight seeing myself getting fucked on the screen this powerful cock filling my arse, after a short while my hole had dilated so much that he could push in easily, the feeling was sensational I was in pig heaven begging him to fuck me hard and harder at which point I could feel the head of his cock growing in my hole, all thoughts of his positive cock fucking me raw had gone out of my mind all I wanted was Danny to breed me with his cum. I’m going to cum Danny shouted as his balls contracted and pushed his charged seed to the head of his cock, he pulled all the back then deep pulling me back onto his cock as his helmet shot the first volley of poz cum deep inside my bowels I could feel his cock pulsing in my hole as more and more charged poz cum shot from his cock at the same point I shot another load from my cock, I was used and had never felt better. Wow that was so hot fuck Danny said as he slowly pulled out of my wrecked hole. I could then feel somebody writing on my back again the virgin had been crossed out and replaced with CUMDUMP it now read CUMDUMP to be filled with POZ cum “Please guys I need more” I said, damn you picked up a really slut the Latino guy said all I knew was that I needed to be fucked. Ok lets put him in the sling Danny said as I was released from the my restraints and the stocks Danny’s cum was leaking out of my wreaked hole down my leg. I was quickly lifted into the sling my legs and arms spread and I was once again totally vulnerable. The Latino who’s body was tanned, muscular sporting a cock which was hard and dripping pre-cum got down and started rimming my hole, oh my god I had gone to heaven the sensation was unreal after 5 minutes of pure pleasure at the end of his tongue the Black guy (who’s name was Carl) said Max fuck him I need some, with that Max pushed his cock to the entrance of my hole and slowly pushed in as he did his foreskin rolled back and his raw helmet stretched its way through my ring. Max was thicker than Danny but it felt so good soon he was all the way in and he started full stroke fucking me I was loving this he pulled out and said “lets make sure we knock him up good” he then shoved two fingers in my boi pussy and scratched the inner walls of my hole after a short time he pulled them out and I could see pink trails of blood mixed with Danny’s cum Max said he’ll get fully charged now as he slammed his hard dick back in balls deep with one powerful thrust, yeah poz that hole Carl shouted as Max was now fucking me so hard Max fucked my hole so hard I shot another load over my smooth body and face, once again I could feel a cock growing in my hole and then he flooded my hole with his cum his cock was twitching as his cum was going deep in my bowels. When he finally pulled out he stood over my head and pushed his cock which was covered in blood and cum down my throat. I was still horny and said “please help a boi out Carl” he didn’t need a second invitation. The guys got me out of the sling and set me up on all fours in front of the screen again, Danny said you need to watch as Carls brakes you in too with his club of a cock. Carl looked like a Nubian warrior as he got in front of me and pushed his cock down my throat until he was throat fucking me his big black balls slapping my chin. As soon as he pulled out he moved behind my little white bubble butt and moved it up and down my arse crack I could see this all on the screen it looked huge, I began to get a little scared as I felt his huge black cock pushing at my hole, wait said Danny gag him he’s going scream the place down, what was I thinking I screamed into the ball gag as Carl pushed his meat into my hole, it was so big, you like that big black cock in your hole don’t you boi Carl said, “only half way” Carl said and its going all the way as he pushed more in, it looked so big on the screen this heavy black meat slowly pushing into my shiny white butt the contrast was amazing, “that’s it boi take it” as his cock made its way deep, soon I could feel his cock banging against the inner ring of my hole, “hold him tight guys” Carl said as Danny and Max grabbed hold of my shoulders, last 3 inches boy as he grunted pulled back and then slammed his cock straight tarring through my inner ring his balls bottoming out, Carl proceeded to fuck me pulling all the way out and slamming back to the hilt. The other guys had both fucked me good but this was a different level, pain gave way to pleasure and the guys removed my gag as soon as it was out I started telling Carl to fuck me hard, breed me with your seed. This sent Carl into overdrive and he power fucked his huge ebony cock pulled all the way out of my pink hole and then slamming back in his balls smashing my balls, he fucked me hard for about ten minutes until his sack was no longer slamming my butt as it had grown hard and filled with his positive load, Danny had got the camera focused in of Carls sack and I could see his balls swelling and pushing cum up his monster cock, then he stopped “not yet” he said as he slowed down and pulled his meat right out of my hole. “bend him right over” Carl instructed Max as soon as my legs where over my head his cock was aimed at my gapping hole, Carl pushed in and his cock was soon given deeper his weight was power fucking me into the floor and sensation was incredible as I could feel his cock started to swell, no stopping this time as his cum pushed up his shaft and his cock exploded his toxic load past my inner ring deep in my bowels, I lost count of the number of times his black cock had shot is poisonous seed into my guts, all I could think was this is what I was meant to be in life to be fucked and filled by as many cocks as I could. When he finally pulled out, he grabbed my face and kissed me telling me what an amazing fuck I had been. Taking me to the dark side to cum, if you want?

Part 1. As I slowly regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was pain--excruciating pain, deep in my stomach and my asshole--that shot through my body in waves. Next came the ripe, musky smell of sweat, followed by the sounds of men having sex. I opened my eyes. Everything around me was dark and blurry, but I could make out a huge shadowy figure looming over me. I instinctively knew that everything I was feeling--the pain, the smells, the sounds--was coming from this enormous man, and I realized that I was being raped. I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't open. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't move my arms and legs. I realized then that I was paralyzed. The only part of my body I could control were my eyes. All I could do was watch in horror as this brutal beast tore apart my insides with every stroke of his burning hot cock. "Aha!" he suddenly snarled, noticing my eyes were open. His face then took on a frightening cruelty and viciousness, and he punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and causing my anal sphincter to tighten around his cock. He started thrusting into me even harder, shouting at me in a coarse, guttural language I didn't understand. And then, as if out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice. "He's calling you a dirty whore... a worthless faggot," the voice hissed, "He says he's ripping you open... and when he's done... no one will ever want you... you filthy cunt!" I knew that voice. I tried in vain to turn my head, to see where it was coming from. "Don't bother trying to move, Allen," the hate-filled voice continued, "We've pumped you so full of drugs you won't be able to move for at least another hour, while Ibrahim the Beast here rips your asshole to pieces." "And you're going to love every minute of it, you nasty little cunt" hissed Will's voice, "aren't you, little brother?" --- Six months earlier --- I was born and raised in San Francisco as the fourth, unplanned child of ex-hippies, who were almost 50 by the time I was born. My parents called me their "miracle baby," and pampered me so much that by the time I turned 16, everyone called me "Her Highness" behind my back. It didn't help that even as a junior in high school, I still looked like a girl: 5'5", 120lbs, blond curly hair, and soft, nearly hairless ivory-white skin. Everyone but my parents thought I was a spoiled, whiny little princess, but I never got teased or bullied growing up because they all respected and feared my older brothers--Jack, Neal and Will--who were already in their late 20s by the time I was born. Like so many children of liberal baby-boomers, my brothers rebelled by becoming conservative. Against our parents' wishes, they joined the Catholic Church, played high school football, registered as Republicans and, when the First Gulf War broke out in 1990, enlisted in the U.S. Army. They came back from their tours in Kuwait as tough, hardened men who rarely ever smiled. Jack, the eldest, became a math teacher and football coach at our high school. Jack was the only brother to get married, but his 4-year, childless marriage to a fellow schoolteacher ended in divorce when I was about 2 years old. Neal, the second oldest, joined the San Francisco Police Department and quickly rose through the ranks to become captain. Neal had plenty of live-in girlfriends over the years, but never got married. Will, the third son, initially followed Neal's footsteps into the SFPD, but later joined the FBI; after 9/11, he left the FBI for a secretive job at Homeland Security that had him constantly traveling around the world. Unlike me, my brothers were also incredible specimens of manhood. I had clearly inherited my mother's genes, with my willowy frame and pale, delicate features, but my brothers took after my father, whose ancestors were from Lebanon and Syria--they weren't tall (about 5'10") but they were all built like brick shithouses, with black, curly hair covering nearly every inch of their muscular, burly bodies, and while I'd never seen them naked, I couldn't help but notice the flashlight-sized bulges in their pants. I grew up admiring my brothers from afar. They had all left home by the time I was born, and while they dutifully protected me from the bullies at school or in the neighborhood, they otherwise kept a polite distance. That all changed about a year ago, a few months after I turned 16. Our parents, who had patiently put up with my childish, selfish behavior for so many years, were tragically killed in a car accident. Since I was still a minor, it was decided that my brothers (who were in their early 40s at the time) would act as my co-guardians until I turned 18. Since Will was still traveling a lot for work, I was to spend half the year living with Jack and the other half with Neal. While our parents' death was devastating for everyone, I took it especially hard. I decided that I didn't want to be the good little "princess" any more, and started acting out--sneaking out at night and hanging with the "street kids" in our neighborhood. Most of these kids were gay runaways who made a living on the streets hustling or selling drugs, and I found myself being drawn to the danger, the excitement, and the hot sex that their lives promised. --- Meeting Antoine --- I was especially drawn to Antoine, a tall, skinny 23-year old black guy from Houston who was the unofficial leader of the local street gang. He supplied the rest of the kids with drugs (to use or sell), escorted for a bunch of white guys who couldn't get enough of his big, black cock, and made enough money to rent his own apartment near the Castro. I first met Antoine at a sex party in his apartment. I was invited by two street kids I used to hang out (and fool around) with sometimes--Manuel, a short but muscular 20-year old Salvadoran with visible gang tattoos, and Luis, a scrawny but tough-looking 18-year old Mexican from Fresno. There were four other guys at the party when we arrived--four big, black thugs. One of them, the tallest and best-looking of the group, got up and walked over. "Hi, I'm Antoine," he said, flashing a big smile and immediately putting me at ease, "and you must be Allen. I've heard a lot about you." He was tall--almost a foot taller than me--and strong, and when he draped his arm around my shoulders and walked me over to meet the rest of the guests, I felt safe and protected for the first time since my parents had died. "That there is Omar," he said, pointing to a 30s-ish dark-skinned man sitting on the couch with his shirt off, showing off a sinewy, heavily-muscled chest. "He's a good ni#$a to know; if he likes you he'll hook you up with anything you need and everything you want." Omar leaned back on the couch, looked me up and down, and smiled. "Nothing not to like so far," he said. "And those two motherfuckers fucking around with my party supplies," Antoine said, pointing to a couple of light-skinned thugs with matching face tattoos, "don't like it when I give out out their names to white boys they don't know, so you can just call them Master X and Master Y for now." The Masters, as I later came to know them, were bent over the coffee table measuring out white crystals into small plastic bags, and didn't look up. Antoine turned to me and asked, "so Manuel and Luis tell me you like to party, yeah?" I smiled and nodded sheepishly. I'd smoked weed before, but the Latino boys had recently introduced me to molly and poppers, which I absolutely loved. The fact that Manuel and Luis had then "taken advantage" of me by spit-roasting me only made it hotter. Antoine laughed, grabbed my right hand and brought it down to his crotch, where I could feel a huge cock starting to uncoil like a snake. "Baby, look what you're doing to me already," he said. "We are gonna have some fun tonight!" Antoine then turned to Manuel and Luis and told them to give me some weed and molly, then take me into the bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later, freshly partied up, cleaned out, and hurriedly spit-roasted again by Manuel and Luis, I walked back into the living room wearing nothing but a jockstrap. The lights were turned down, and the TV was playing black-on-white porn. Antoine, Omar, and the Masters had taken off their clothes and were sitting around the coffee table blowing thick, white clouds. Antoine looked up and called us over. "Allen baby, why don't you come here and suck my dick," he said with a devilish smile, then ordered Manuel and Luis to start servicing Omar and the Masters. I walked over to Antoine, eyeing the uncut brown snake resting on his lap. As I got down on my knees, his enormous cock grew even bigger, lengthening to about 12 inches in length and about 7 inches around. As I reached out and carefully raised his cock to my mouth, a line of clear pre-cum stretched from his lap to the gorgeous reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. I leaned over, stuck out my tongue, and gingerly licked the pre-cum from the tip. Antoine shuddered, and sank deeper into the couch, closing his eyes and moaning. I slowly pulled his foreskin back and started licking the creamy cheese underneath, taking my time to savor the taste. As I started to wrap my lips around his cockhead, Antoine pulled my head back up. "Hey baby," he said, "if you're going to take all of my dick we're gonna have to get you ready." He grabbed a bong from the coffee table and started heating it in front of my mouth. Looking down at the white wisps circling the bowl, I felt unsure of what I was doing for the first time that evening. "I'm sorry," I said sheepishly, "it's just, I've never done Tina before." "Oh baby," said Antoine with his beautiful smile, "there's nothing to worry about. Nobody here is going to hurt you; this'll just make it more fun for everyone." I looked down at his cock, which was starting to wilt. "It's not that I don't trust you," I said, "it's just, I'm worried about getting addicted." "Who said anything about getting addicted?" Antoine said loudly, the first hint of a frown on his face. In an even louder voice he continued, "Baby, with me, Omar and the Masters in the room you don't have to worry about nothing! We're all here to make sure you have a great time, right?" he said, looking over at his other guests. They all looked up and nodded. Antoine turned back to me and said, "All you got to do, baby, is relax, stop thinking so much, and just do what I tell you, okay?" I nodded and took his cock back in my mouth, determined not to disappoint this big, strong, beautiful, amazing black man. As I began licking his shaft like an ice cream cone, however, out of the corner of my eye I saw several pairs of feet approaching. Everything that followed happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react. Antoine suddenly grabbed my head and pulled me off his dick while the other guests grabbed my arms and legs; Antoine then leapt to his feet and ordered the others to turn me over and hold me down. As I lay on the floor struggling to break free, I suddenly felt a sharp, unbearable pain in my balls that made me shriek out loud--but only for a second, as Antoine quickly shoved a damp, rank athletic sock in my mouth to muffle my screams. Antoine was now on top of me, one hand covering my mouth and the other gripping my balls. "Allen baby, you just gotta calm down a bit," he said in a calm, soothing voice, "the pain will go away as soon as you stop struggling. I don't want to hurt you unless I have to, and I won't have to hurt you if you'll just calm down and listen to me." He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Shhh, baby, that's right, just calm down and shush for a moment and I'll make the pain go away." And once I stopped struggling, he gently kissed my cheek, and whispered, "That's a good boy, Allen, that's it. You're such a good boy." Antoine and the other guests gradually loosened their grips until there was no pain left, as Antoine had promised. He then turned to Manuel and Louis and told them to get the first slam ready. "We wanted to ease you in at first, baby, but since you've been acting like such a bitch tonight, we have no other choice but to start you off with a slam," he told me as Omar tightened a leather strap around my arm. "It's going to be a bit intense at first, baby, and you'll probably have trouble breathing for a couple seconds until you start coughing. But then you'll feel the most intense rush you've ever felt in your entire life, and everything we do to you will start feeling so good, baby, you won't ever want us to stop!" "Now close your eyes for me, baby, for just five seconds," he said, gently biting my neck at the same time I felt a small pinch in my arm. "Now count to five with me... one... two... three... four..." Before we got to five, however, I felt Omar loosening the leather strap around my arm, and I suddenly understood why people call it slamming. As Antoine had predicted, after a few seconds of feelings like I couldn't breathe, followed by a short coughing fit, wave after wave of searing hot pleasure, unlike anything I'd ever felt before, slammed into me like a ton of bricks and started radiating through my body, and the room around me felt brighter, as if my brain had abruptly reset my eyes' brightness level to maximum. And then, just as quickly, my senses start coming back down to earth. The waves of pleasure and joy were replaced by a ravenous, insatiable hunger for sex--I suddenly found myself wanting a never-ending stream of humongous horse cocks shoved up my ass and crammed down my throat, unleashing rivers of ni#%a cum into every orifice of my body. I started jacking off with my right hand, then spread my legs and raised my knees so my left hand could reach my asshole. "Oh god, fuck me, Antoine!" I gasped, desperately finger-fucking my pussy, "please, please fuck me! Fuck me over and over again; and pass my nasty used cunt around!" "Yeah, baby?" Antoine teased, "you wanna get raped, is that it? You want your sweet little boypussy gangraped by ni#$a cocks?" He swatted my fingers out of my asshole and shoved his entire 12-inch cock up my chute in one monstrous stroke. I screamed out in pain, but Antoine just covered my mouth with his mitt-sized hands and shouted, "Shut the fuck up, you filthy little whore! This is what you were begging for, so this is what you're going to get!" --- To be continued ---

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.

So I have busy Work and Home lives which means that I can’t just walk out and play each evening. And that’s probably a good thing because I’m addicted to piss and cum and when I get started I don’t wanna stop till everyone around me has been drained. What works for me is to take secret days off work and get as much dick as I can - I call them my fuck days. Fridays are usually the best. Lemme tell you about a day recently. I took my usual train to central London for ‘work’. By the time I got to London I was fucking horny for some morning spunk loads. I’m checking all the apps and there’s a guy in a local hotel close by. The messages are short - am I a pig looking for piss and cum right now - yes - here’s the address be here in 5 mins - great see you then. I walk into the hotel and his room is just off the main entrance. He’s a fucking giant - tall, hairy, stocky with flimsy straight guy boxers on. Immediately he says strip, I’m naked in seconds. He says he wants to piss so open up and I’m on my knees looking up at this hot guy as he drops his boxers to reveal a thick meaty slab - my mouth opens wide and he puts the head in on my tongue. I close around his cockhead which is filling my mouth and he immediately starts pissing full force down my throat. I recognise the taste, this is his morning piss. He holds my head on his cock and pulls me towards him. His pissing cock goes deeper down to the back of my throat. He’s filling my throat now and I can smell his musky bush. He holds my head there with two hands - obviously a pro at pissing down pig throats, not that I was going anywhere. Once done he moves to the bed and says he wants me positioned with my cunt in his face and my mouth on his dick. I think fuck yeah he wants to rim me, but as soon as I start sucking he starts to slap and crush my balls. He slaps my ass and tells me to keep going until he’s about to cum, so I swallow his dick and give him a fucking awesome bj while he builds up the pressure on my balls. He pushes me off the bed onto the floor and stands over me. He’s wanking fast now and I know what’s about to happen, he aims at my face and blasts me with a huge creamy load. Then he tells me to eat his load which I do, feeling so submissive to this giant of a man. I leave the hotel and check grindr. There’s a mixed guy who has just started his work day next to the station and wants a bj. Black and Mixed guys are my ultimate fantasy, I fucking love them so of course I said yes. I reach the place and it’s a set of offices. I have to pretend to be picking up a parcel to get through the front door - I suppose it isn’t really pretending - I am hoping to leave with a huge cum and piss load ? I head up to the third floor and find a small set of toilets just off the landing. I go inside and pretend to wash my hands and in walks a hot tall mixed young guy with skinny jeans. He pushes me into the cubicle and I sit on the toilet while he starts unbuttoning. Out of his skinny jeans comes a thick uncut hunk of meat and I get straight to work. The guy is loving it, holding my head as he fucks my face. He keeps saying how fucking hot it is that I can swallow him whole. He’s pretty big so I’m drooling in this gag the fag style throat fuck when the door to the toilet opens. As we hear a guy starting to piss in the urinal he slowly slides his dick in and out, all the way down my throat. I know what he’s waiting for, and I’m prepared. As soon as the guy using the urinal leaves, he’s back up to speed, power fucking my throat, and I know he’s close to getting his nut. He growls and I can feel the flesh in my mouth pulse and pump my throat full of hot cum. He looks like he’s had a workout and leaves his dick to get soft in my mouth. Once he had recovered from offloading what felt like a pint of cum, he was done and left. A good start to the day. I head to my favourite shopping centre to douche. For me, a necessity when playing is a clean ass. Knowing I’m clean gives me the confidence to eat every dick clean after its fucked me, plus one of the greatest pleasures in my life is I love to finger my sloppy hole and eat the multiple loads of cum outta my hole. This usually takes a little while, and I’m usually lining up meets for after I’m done prepping. I’m done and I’ve arranged a meet with a guy in toilets across the shopping centre. He’s vers but says he has a morning load to drop and i’m the fag that’s gonna take it. I walk into the toilets and he’s at the urinals, I stand next to him and he waves his cock - I smile and we head for a cubicle. Once in the cubicle I’m straight down onto my knees. This guy isn’t tall, but has a hot chunky dick so on my knees is gonna be the best place to throat him effectively. He unbuckles and pulls out his dick and balls and I go to work. His dick tastes like he’s just had a piss and that drives me even more wild. He holds the back of my head and fucks my throat - I can tell that he’s enjoying it, but that he needs to unload. We can both hear other guys coming in and using the urinals, which turns me on even more and we both try our best to be quiet. He’s nearly done and he stops being quiet and starts to power fuck my face, calling me names and telling me to get ready for his cum. He holds my head on his dick and I feel the familiar pump down the back of my throat. He pulls out, satisfied and leaves. A guy dressed in a hi-vis jacket, dirty jeans and boots, probably in his 40’s or 50’s pushes the door open and sees me on my knees. He smirks, walks in and closes the door. Obviously someone else was listening whilst the last guy used me. I’m a fan of older guys - 40’s and 50’s daddy types have generally been around the block, know what turns them on, and know how to use submissive guys like me. He starts to unbuckle and pulls out a decent soft dick. I get to work and that soft dick grows and grows. I’m fucking impressed, this guy is 8” hard and thick. I’m putting on my best head game and swallowing him like a pro. He reaches down my back and fingers my ass, then he pulls out of my throat and whispers to me ‘gimme that cunt and I’ll blow a huge load up you’. I’m already lubed so stand up, this guy bends me over and he’s a tall guy so just the right height to make this a fucking awesome first fuck. As I bend over looking for my poppers, this guy takes it as his queue to get inside me, and he forces all 8” up me in one go. As it’s the first fuck of the day, and I can’t seem to find my poppers it hurts, but he starts to saw in and out of my ass. Within a minute he’s pounding me and I get the familiar feelings of slutty pleasure and pride. He’s power fucking me now and I can hear his hi-vis jacket making sounds each time he moves. No doubt everyone outside can hear, and again that turns me on. He fucks in quick succession and I know what’s coming, he pulls me all the way back on his dick and I feel that warm thick cum spreading inside me, whilst his thick dick pulses in my hole. He catches his breath and pulls out, I drop to my knees and clean his dick off with my mouth. This is like a reflex for me, something I was trained to do very early on in my getting fucked slutty career. After he leaves I reach back with two fingers and dig some cum out of my hole, it’s thick and creamy - my fucking favourite, I lick my fingers clean and get ready to head out. At this point I usually go to either some cruising grounds or a sauna. Today I’m broke, so it’s to the cruising ground for me. I head out to one of my favourites. A park in London that has a lot of cruising from all sorts of guys, but with a load of trades / construction / blue collar guys - my favourite. I arrive and usually do a scout to see how busy it is, and to see if there are any straights or kids in the gay cruising area. As I’m walking through, there’s a hot Latino guy - short, bearded and slim, usually in porn this would be a power bottom and I’m never lucky enough to get a top version of these guys. We smile, and he motions me into a wooded area. Once there I’m fully expecting him to go for my dick but he pulls out a hot looking soft 7” and forcefully pulls the back of my head down. He has one of the tastiest foreskins ever - he’s just had a piss and I can still taste the salty goodness on his dick which has started to grow. He pulls up his shirt and starts to play with his nipples with one hand, whilst holding the back of my head with the other hand. He’s fucking my throat and his dick has reached a good 8.5/9”. The combination of thick and long means I’m in gag the fag style sucking again. The top is really fucking enjoying it. He stops and pulls me up, directing my mouth to eat his nipples. As I’m licking away he reaches back and two fingers are forced up my ass. He spreads them inside and pulls them out, seeing the cum load from earlier. He puts both cum dripping fingers in my mouth and tells me to turn around. He adds some lube to his dick and bends me over till he lines up his dick and pushes into me. Again, my poppers are in my trousers so I’m just gonna have to ride it without. His dick gets in deep, and he feels around and pulls on my nipples as he fucks. I’m holding onto a tree and the branches are going wild as he fucks me hard and fast, it’s a nice fuck his dick feels great in my hole, but soon enough I feel him powering up and his dick throbbing. He fucks into me one last time and rests on my back as I feel his dick release in me, he pulls out and is gone. I’m wandering around and there’s a black guy, tall and thin who isn’t interested in me but I know he’s hiding a big fucking dick and I want it. I don’t look like I naturally bottom, so this one is going to need something for him to realise. I hang out in an area that people walk through and I see a top I regularly play with - he’s a plumber in blue overalls and a decent dick in his 50’s. He knows that I love black dick and he’s helped me out like this in the past. I start sucking him in the clearing and the black guy wanders past. He stops and leans up against a tree with his hands wanking what I can see is a big dick in his joggers. I’m putting on the whole show, being really slutty whilst he watches and rubs his crotch. The plumber is doing the same moaning saying how good I am at throating his dick. I motion for him to join us and he pulls out a genuine 9” beast. He’s pushing my head down on the plumbers dick, but let’s me wank him. His dick is so big - a true 2-hander. The plumber pulls me off his dick and pushes me towards the black guys dick. I can taste his pre-cum as I dive in. He’s so big my mouth is stretched fully over his dick. The plumber heads off as he knows I’m gonna be busy for a while. He turns and gives me a knowing wink as he leaves. The black guy is impressed - lots of ‘shit you are good man’ as he holds my head and fucks in and out. He pulls me up and bends me over the closest tree. This time, I’m ready and I take a hit of poppers - if ever I need it, it’s gonna be now. He fingers my ass and finds me already loaded, asks me about it and finds it hot that I’ve already been seeded. I put some lube on his big dick and it looks just like my black dildo I use at home - only bigger. He steps up and I feel him at my ass. He pushes in and the head is massive. I don’t have much time to get used to him though as he continues to push in till he bottoms out. Fuck I feel completely and utterly full, and his dick brushes past my prostate as he starts to fuck me. Again, the sense of slutty pride is washing over me that I’m being dicked by this monster black dick. I’m by no means a size queen, but if you are getting fucked, it may as well be by the biggest dick you can find, and always try to find bigger! The black guy is spreading my cheeks to try and get in deeper so I help him out and pull them back displaying my hole. This allows him to cram an extra inch or so into my hole and I really feel it. I can feel him picking up the pace and out of the corner of my eye I can see a tall white guy watching and wanking in the bushes ahead. This turns me on and I’m moaning begging for the black guys cum in me. He’s power fucking my ass and stops, pulling my ass fully back on his dick. I can feel the pulse in his dick and the warmness spreading in my ass. After a minute of him idly playing with my nipples, he says ‘your gonna have to clench, I just dumped a weeks worth up you’. I pull off, and angle my gaping spunky hole in the direction of the white guy in the bushes whilst I sucked the black guys cock clean - creamy white cum. The guy pulls up his trackies, slaps my ass then leaves. The tall white guy makes his way round, and asks if I want another load, of course there’s no other answer than ‘fuck yea’ so he pulls out a decent thick 8” and slams it up my ass. He doesn’t need lube with all the cum in me and gets straight to work. Within a couple of minutes he’s added his load to my ass. I continue walking around the park. There’s an area that’s half a walkway half a secluded spot great for getting fucked. I check it out and can see two guys hanging around a fallen tree just outside the spot. They look mid 30’s and Eastern European, and they are drinking polish beer. I look closely and they are both rubbing some thick dicks through their joggers. I step into their view and wander to a place in the bushes where I have my back against a tree but can still see them. They keep wanking, and one of the guys pulls out his dick, continuing to wank but this time in the open. I slide down to my knees where they can see, lick my lips and play with my nipples. It doesn’t take long. The first guy is a little older than the other and has a nice 7” dick with a long foreskin. His younger mate follows but he keeps wanking in his joggers. The guy who has his dick out says in really broken English he needs a piss first and his mate says he does too. I say “why don’t you feed me your piss”. The older guy gives a knowing smirk and says something in a language I don’t know to the other and they both laugh. The older guy steps up, and places his dick on my tongue. I can see the other guy pull out a nice thick 7.5” with a long foreskin and start pissing into an empty can. The older guy on my tongue holds my head with his hands and starts to piss full force. I close my mouth round his dick and start swallowing. This piss tastes fucking great - weak beer piss where the guy has obviously been drinking all day. Once he is done he pulls my head into his crotch and starts to get hard. He’s fucking my face and I can see the younger guy taps him on the shoulder to take his turn. He’s longer and slightly thicker than his mate and tastes just as good. He goes balls deep and starts to power fuck my face. Its turning into another gag the fag style throat fuck and both guys are slapping my face as they choke me on their dicks, swapping me back and forth between them. I can tell they are close and they talk to each other in their own language. They pull out, tell me to stick out my tongue and look up at them. I know what’s coming and both guys cum over my face at roughly the same time. I’m in luck, it’s thick and creamy. The guys leave, laughing and telling me that I should drink this too and hand me the piss filled can. I was in pig heaven and didn’t really care if anyone saw. I scooped all the cum and ate it, then downed the can of tasty piss. I wander around some more and there’s a short young white guy who says “how you doing mate” I say “good” and he says “nice ass” giving me a wink. This guy is a lot shorter than me, and younger than me, but I think what the hell, I wink back and head for the nearest secluded bushes. He follows and we meet in the buses. He feels my ass and says “I wanna load you just like that black guy”. He pulls down his black shorts, and pulls my head down till I have a nice 6.5” dick in my mouth. I suck him for about a minute until he is proper hard and he says “time for that pussy”. I stand up and lean over as far as I can. This guy is super hard and slips straight in all the way. He starts to fuck and can see some of the cum from earlier leaking out. He says “fuck yeah you little slut” and keeps fucking me hard and fast. A couple of minutes of fucking and he says “get ready for another load up your cunt” and he seeds me. As he pulls out he pulls my head down to clean off his dick, tucks it away then leaves. The older white guy from earlier came into view and said “wanna finish me off”. Of course the answer was always going to be yes, so I get on my knees, pull out his dick and start sucking. No theatrics this time, he’s just looking to cum then head home and I’m a slut looking for my next load. As I’m sucking him I feel a hand on my ass, and the older guy holds my head whilst fucking my throat so I can’t see the other guy. This turns me the fuck on. I feel one, then two fingers digging into my hole, then the fingers being replaced by something spongy but hard. My hole stretches over the dick as it goes in all the way and bottoms out in me. From the feel of it, it’s thick, but not necessarily too long - i fucking love those kinds of dicks. The older white guy gives me poppers and I’m in piggy heaven - a dick in each hole. Each of the guys is speeding up, and I can taste more and more precum. The guy in my ass grunts, then I feel him pump his cum into me. He pulls out and is gone. The older white guy cums a huge load down my throat. He says “thanks - I was saving that for you”. I stay for about another hour, sucking a few guys but none amazing. I head off back to the station I use to get out of London. I check in on the apps but not expecting anything, I’ve had a good run today so am pretty satisfied. There is a couple close by - two tops one in his 40’s and one his 50’s looking for subs and pigs for fun. I message and immediately get a response - they are horny, with big thick meaty dicks about 7.5” are looking for now and send me their room number. Three minutes later and I’m stood in front of two tall, stocky guys who are just wearing jocks. I strip while the couple kisses in front of me, playing with their hard dicks. They ask me what I’m into and I say “piss and cum from big thick dicks” - it’s like a cheesy porn line and we all laugh. One of them kisses me whilst the other fingers my ass. The one fingering my ass says “fuck yeah, pre-loaded, how many pig” I say and they lead me over to the bed. The kissing guy gets on the bed and pulls my head down onto his dick. The other guy gets behind me, pulls my cheeks apart and starts to aggressively eat me out. My hole was opening up for this cunt eating pro. The dick in my mouth tasted really fucking good and we were getting into a good rhythm. The guy from behind finished eating me out and slammed his dick into me, forcing me deeper on the guy in my throat. I was in pig heaven and we fucked that way for a few minutes before the tops switched. They fucked that way for a few more minutes and the top in my ass grunted and came. The other top pulled out of my throat and went back to my ass, cumming shortly after. I thank them both and they say “you ain’t finished yet pig”. They push me down in front of the bed and stand either side of me. They put their softening dicks in my mouth and tell me to “drink up”. The two dicks then start pissing full force down my throat. I’m struggling to keep up but fucking love this. They finish and this is the best ending to my fuck day.

Won't you waste a lot of cum as you have to warm it to get it out? I line a wide shot glass with a condom. Jerked loads are shot in that and frozen. The condom peels away from the frozen cum and is in the right shape to insert frozen. Fucking with that fast melting cum in a hot ass is a treat!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION Pt. 1 is here: By the end of August, I was having some second thoughts about actually going out to L.A. and living with a man who had molested Kevin and regularly held orgies in his house. It didn't exactly seem ideal. I was pretty happy at home now that Kevin and I were regularly fooling around and spending our time being bums. He rarely fucked me because he mainly just loved getting head. I liked doing it too...even though it never lasted very long and I had to beat off to the memory of it later. Kevin seemed fine with delaying plans as well. So of course I read as much as I could about the AIDS virus. Our stupid little town had a pretty decent library that had always smelled the same. I religiously read all the news magazines, specifically to know what the early symptoms were. It was in a Newsweek that I read that you can have it and not test positive for HIV for up to a year. I wondered if Kevin really had it and if he'd really taken the test. Why lie about something like that. "Where did you get the AIDS test?" We were lying out in Kevin's backyard in order to get good tans. The lawn sprinkler was occasionally spraying us from a few yards away. "Holton. They got a free clinic there and you don't even have to give your real name. Why? You worried?" "I'm just wondering. Did you get it from Uncle Ray?" "Probably. It was from somebody I had sex with that night. You can get it from any kind of contact which is why I told you that everyone will have it in a few years. Even Reagan." "I guess." "If it bothers you, I'll go with you to the clinic. There's a tanning place on the same street. We need to get darker before we even think about showing up in California." "Sure." "You should probably start working out a little too. It's all about looks out there. Does your dad still have a weight bench?" My dad quit drinking for five days back in 1980 and he got into this whole fitness thing. The weight equipment was dusty but still like new. Kevin and I both used it for the next month. I really got into it...and I always got horned up watching my buddy lifting and sweating in just his skimpy gym shorts. Often we would get all sweaty and start making out. It was during one of those occasions that I asked him to fuck me again. "Can't. Ray made me promise to let your hole tighten up before he has a chance at it. We can go upstairs and I'll let you swallow my nut." "Sure, but didn't you say he didn't want me to be a virgin?" "Yeah. 'Virginity' is more mental than anything else. It just takes one fuck, and you're never the same again." I guess he was probably right about that although it sounded like he was quoting somebody. Ray probably. I liked Kevin, but he was never known to have many original thoughts. What he did have was a scrotum full of tasty cum. I always let it stay in my mouth as long as possible because the flavor was similar to sweet herbal tea. He knew I could never get enough of his loads. The Summer of '85 really overstayed its allotted time on the calendar. The hot, pretty days lasted well into late October. Kevin and I decided to stick it out in Kansas until after Christmas. I'm the one who said that we needed a definite date to leave or else we'd just keep putting it off. Jan. 8th was THE DAY. We decided to drive there instead of fly because Kevin loved his car and it was way better than mine. "Ray was like seven cars -- you won't need that dusty clunker." The thought of driving in L.A. scared the fuck out of me but that was kinda low on the list of my worries about this major life change. Winter limped into the Midwest at last and I finally told my parents that I was moving to the coast to pursue acting and also that Kevin was going with me. I actually had to tell them several times because they were always so drunk and had developed memory problems. They seemed vaguely supportive. My sister, however, was wildly enthusiastic...and jealous. Janice wanted out of this town so badly. "But why is Kevin going? He's an idiot with no skills." "We're going to stay with his uncle and figure it out from there." We were sharing gin and tonics in her room while the parents were passed out downstairs. I'd hoped we could finally start talking again. "OK. Just don't addicted to drugs and don't catch AIDS." "Don't get pregnant. And stop sleeping around with married guys." She looked at me like I'd slapped her. "Who? ...oh...Kevin. I don't do that anymore. I've decided to apply to K State and join a sorority. I'm only going to date rich guys after I get there." Well, I guess we both had some pretty iffy goals in life. 1986, Los Angeles, California We only got lost about a hundred times upon reaching the outskirts of L.A. I was flat out amazed at how HUGE this city was. It felt like we drove through so many separate areas. Kevin kept saying 'This looks familiar. I know where we are now.' After arriving at Ray's house on the beach, I was only about 50% sure I had made a good decision to come here. When I got out of the car I stretched and felt revitalized by the warm ocean air. This was obviously a wealthy area and I didn't see one car that wasn't worth ten times as much as the one I just got out of. Fucking hell -- this was the most Not Kansas place I'd ever been. "Well! My farm boys finally made it! I expected you hours ago and had to cancel brunch with Valerie Harper. Poor dear has made so many failed pilots." Ray was so obviously not really related to Kevin. First of all he was dark, hairy and possibly Greek. I would have guessed his age at about 40. He was wearing a tiny blue speedo and had a tad too much gold jewelry on. While Kevin made excuses I thought about the two of them having sex. Pictured it. "Rhoda? You know Rhoda??" I can't believe what a dumb hick I sounded like. "Oh my! You must be the famous Dennis! So cute! Well, you look positively native already with the tan and white-blonde hair. Hmm. Come on inside...Earl will collect your things and bring them in." I was guessing that 'Earl' was a butler or valet or something. The house was amazing. It smelled like an expensive candle and everything looked stylish and new. "I wasn't sure whether you two wanted to share a room or be separate. I'm ready either way." "We'll share for now. Dennis and I get along really well and I also need to fill him in on a few things." I was not consulted. Kevin and Ray started a private whisper conversation...probably about how clueless I was. Oh well. "Go freshen up and change. There's new clothes and shoes for each of you. It's almost happy hour." Huh? "Don't worry, Dennis. Kevin filled me in on all your sizes...all of them, ha ha." Kevin was oddly quiet the whole time we were getting ready. It turns out 'Earl' was a muscular dyke who had a permanent scowl. We gathered in the living room which was the size of a football field. I was giving off strong mental suggestion to Kevin that he say something, anything. "Where are we going, Uncle Ray?" My telepathy worked. "Just round the bend to Tommy B's. We can order appetizers there too -- if you're hungry. I bet you're hungry." "Yeah, but is that such a good place to take Dennis on his first day here?" Ray gave him a look. "This is L.A., Angel Pie. Things move fast and none of us live forever. We have hours to kill before anybody gets here. Go change and don't question me any more. Go!" Despite that moment of tension, I was strangely excited. Kevin kept his eyes down as we went upstairs. The road fatigue was erased and I was in a good mood despite the weirdness and cryptic clues being dropped everywhere. What was Tommy B's all about? Who was coming over? Was it a party? An orgy? "Well, Ray has good taste in clothes at least. This shirt will look good on you." It was a bright peacock blue. "The bathroom is right there. Just take a mini-shower ...watch your ass and dick and your pits. Your hair is fine. There's like a jillion colognes on the dresser." Once we got downstairs, Ray was at hos own personal bar making cocktails. I admitted to myself that he looked sexy as fuck. Maybe it was the danger or take-charge attitude I was responding to. I was drawn to that in Kevin. "Hey boys. Why aren't you wearing any of the new jewelry I bought especially for you?" "I didn't see it, Ray. I'll go get it now." "Forget it. You both have that 'fresh off the farm' look. No wait, go get the rings at least. Hurry up before your drink gets warm." Kevin scurried away, leaving me alone with Uncle Ray. I wanted a drink in the worst way. "You look good in blue, Dennis. Perfect...although I meant that shirt for Kevin. Blue is your color." "You have a beautiful house, Ray. What do you do?" "Oh my God! You Midwestern Protestants always ask that right away. I'm an investor, movie producer and dabble in publishing. I understand you want to be an actor -- well you know somebody now." Kevin returned with two gold rings with the initial 'R' on top. "I had to guess the sizes. Just put them on any finger that they fit best on. Right hand please." They both fit perfectly on our ring fingers. Of course. "Why the right hand, Ray?" Kevin shot me a quick look. "Oh, just add that to the list of questions I'll answer once I've had more cocktails." A horn honked somewhere outside."The car is here, boys. I'm using my service tonight because too much traffic makes my chest hairs turn gray." This Tommy B's was typically nice and reeked of the California attitude you could practically see in the air. No women...it was obviously a gay bar. "Act bored and don't take anything anybody gives you. Stay close." Kevin seemed way more nervous than I was. People cleared from a table Ray wanted to sit at. Drinks were served and I never once asked what they were. I had the alcoholic's genes from both sides. Whatever. Nobody lives forever anyway. "So...Dennis. Any nicknames?" "None I'd want. I was called lots of nasty names in high school. Right, Kevin?" I was still carrying around my personal demons. "Oh it never stops, does it? He told me about your performance in the Charlie Brown play. I'm so sorry. It was worse in my generation. I thought the 60's would change everything, but then Reagan happened." He ordered us another round even though none of us had even gotten halfway through the first. He wanted to get me drunk and I wanted to let him do just that. Kevin left to go use the bathroom. "Can I sit next to you, Ray?" "Of course, pet. Does this place scare you?" "Not especially. Why?" "Well -- it's full of working boys and they're sizing you up now. New face and whatnot." I looked around and nobody was looking at me. I sat next to my host and smelled the sophisticated sex fumes he was releasing. I let my shoulder touch his. "You need to drink faster, Scout." I guess 'Scout' was my new nickname. It was better than 'Faggot' I guess. "What is Valerie Harper like? I always liked the 'Rhoda' show." "I'll tell you as soon as you give this a squeeze." He guided my hand to the monster hard-on he's let loose from his khaki shorts. I gave it a loving grip and then put my fingers to my lips. "So soft and gentle...I bet your asshole can clench tighter than that. Here comes Kevin." He didn't look happy to see me sitting next to Ray. "Scout was just asking me about Ms. Harper." "Scout?" "Yes. He's adventurous and prepared for anything. Valerie is so full of stories about just everyone in this town. She wants another series which has eluded her lately. She won't do game shows or even TV movies. She's a fighter -- like most Jews." "Maybe we should go now, Ray." "Darling, it's early! Just keep drinking and don't ruin the fun." Ray's leg moved against mine. We drank and our glasses were never empty. Kevin eventually lightened up, After a few more swallows of whatever this was. He started to talk recklessly like he always did when he was drunk. "Can you nickname me 'Spider Man'? Kevin is weirdly into that guy. We used to play around in his backyard..." His train of thought petered out. "You told me all this. Remember? I might end up calling you 'Spidey' if you behave tonight. Scout hasn't made the rounds yet. I need to see him interact with strangers." Kevin shot me an apologetic look. "The rounds?" "Yes. It's a rite of passage. Go walk around and talk to people. Finish the drink and wander into the crowd." OK. I drained the glass and just went and shuffled among all the pretty men. I'd never been to a single party in high school, but that was a whole other lifetime. I locked eyes with a dark-complected guy with a neat, fussy beard. "Can I bum a cigarette from you?" He smirked. "Just get off the bus from Alabama?" It was a mocking tone and I should have moved on but he handed me a smoke. "Is my accent that strong? I'm new in town, but from Kansas. Same thing, I guess." "Nah. You actually don't have any accent at all but you look fresh from the heartland. I'm Tony." He offered his hairy hand to shake. "Dennis." "Ray showing you the sights?" "This is my first sight, actually. He's watching us right now." "I see. You're 'making the rounds', huh?" "Huh? Why?" "I used to be one of his crew. I have the same ring you do. I'm going to laugh now -- to show him how entertaining you are." And then he held his head back and did just that. "You don't wear the ring now?" "No. Do you recognize me?" He looked 'famous', but I had to sadly admit that I hadn't seen him in anything. "Were you in 'Tron'?" Tony laughed genuinely this time. "Not that I remember. I am in porn under the name 'Tom Harding'. Ray has produced everything I've ever been in. We're still 'old school' and don't use condoms....even though most studios do now. It's a joke. Guys can wrap up their dicks, but nobody watches what they do off-camera. You can get a clean test one minute and then infected the next." He had a valid point. "Is the money good?" "Not bad if you bottom without protection. The real money is made...on the side." I nodded as if I knew what he meant. "So you don't care about diseases?" "Hell no. Everybody on Earth is going to have AIDS in a year or two." That sounded awfully familiar. "I've been monopolizing you for too long. You need to move on. See that tall guy leaning against the jukebox? Go up and tell him you're a big fan. His name is Dick Masters and he is the nicest guy ever. Ray will like you two meeting because he's going to be at the 'gathering' tonight. Don't let him fuck you though. His dick is giant and you won't poop for three years." "OK. Should I buy him a drink?" Tony bit his lower lip and searched his brain. "He's not a drinker or a smoker. Just offer him a shot of Jack. Here, I'll order it. I'm on Ray's tab tonight. About seven guys here are." I approached the famous 'Dick' and worked my face into a look of awe. He was very tall but his body seemed made of tiny bones somehow. He also squinted as if nearsighted. "Hi! I'm a huge fan of yours!" His face brightened and I offered him the shot. I made my eyes not look at his crotch. "Wow. Thanks. What movies have you seen?" Shit! I needed a somewhat vague answer. "I can't remember the name, but you had glasses on." He knew which one I'd insinuated and smiled again. "I'm so glad you said that! I can hardly see anything without them." He reached into his shirt pocket and put on his wire-framed glasses. "Wow. So much better. They wanted me to get contacts, but they were too much of a pain. You look like a kid -- are you old enough to drink?" "Apparently. I'm Dennis by the way." "Oh. 'Scout'. Everybody knows you already. What exactly makes you a fan of mine?" "Oh. Well, you have the biggest dick I've ever seen -- but your ass is nice too. You're handsome (lie) and you have a great voice (true)." He blushed. Even in the low light I could see how much he liked being flattered. Who didn't? A group of other guys had crowded around us. Either they wanted to meet Mr. Big Dick or cozy up to Ray's latest pet. I was dragged into various conversations guys who may or may not be porn actors. It was all so false and Californian. Then I felt a hand grab my upper arm. Ray came to rescue me. "OK, Scout. You're a hit. I approve...not necessarily of your choices of who to talk to. We're going to have one for the road and leave." Back at the table, Kevin was trouble keeping his eyes open. His fault. He hated me driving his precious car so he was at the wheel most of the trip. "Thanks, Ray. Interesting crowd." "I at least saved you from a boring conversation with Jon. He's semi-new and a total mess. Heroin. He only does hay when he's high and he's always high. I'm pretty sure he's the one who gave me herpes. You won't see him later tonight. Dude would rob me blind." "I think Kevin is about ready to pass out." His eyes were closed. "Poor dear. He has enough time to get a nap in before the party. Drink up while I go sign out here." I finished my glass and Kevin's mostly-full one as well. Damn...I must have the same capacity for booze as the rest of my family. Ray came back. "So who did I talk to that you didn't like?" "It doesn't matter, Scout. You were just mingling like I told you to. Let's go." "How are we going to Kevin out of here?" His head was on the table and he was snoring. "I've got people to do that." Sure enough - a couple of beefy muscle studs who could have been twins came and hoisted poor Kevin from the chair. "Put him in the front seat. Scout and I will sit in back." The stud twins exchanged looks, mumbled a little. The driver didn't look the least bit surprised to have a passed-out boy next to him. He'd probably see everything. "So you're having a party tonight?" "Yes. It's in your honor! It will be a proper 'welcome to the big city' gala." Oh. I'd been feeling a little tired but was wide awake now. "Come sit closer to me. Need a bump?" I knew what he meant. I'd read about it in some book. "No, thanks. I promised myself and my sister that I wouldn't do anything beyond weed out here." "Good luck with that, Scout. I don't have any pot -- it's a wood-killer." "OK. I'm fine with no drugs at all. I think I have an addictive personality anyway." "Yeah. I know you're addicted to eating cum. Kevin told me he feeds it to you almost daily." I could sense a sly smile on his face. c "Yeah. He's addicted to feeding me as well." "While you were making the rounds, he also told me he fucked your ass at some motel in Colorado. I'm not mad because I was 18 once myself." It was true. I'd been rubbing his crotch for the first four hours of the trip and even gave him a little road head. He would have settled for that, but I wanted his dick inside of me so badly. We hadn't unpacked before I was riding his boner on a bed that smelled like cigarettes. Super 8. We were back at Ray's estate in a flash. Earl met us out front and grunted 'hello' before lifting Kevin out of the car and slinging him over her shoulder like a backpack. "Take him to his room, Doll. Then get back to your post. Some people are tacky enough to show up on time." She answered with another grunt. "I wish I had a camera so I could get a photo of Kevin being carried around by a big lesbian. He made my life hell for many years, and I don't know why I ever forgave him." "Well hell is in the past, dear boy. You are in heaven now. Let's go to the lounge and I'll give you a tour." I figured we'd go to his sex room or whatever it was called, but no. We went to a brightly-lit room that was sort of attached to the kitchen. There was a TV mounted on the wall and a little bar. Ray stripped down to nothing and watched my reaction. He was covered with thick black fur and his dick hung huge, dark and limp between his thighs. "You're the best host ever, Ray." "You are too sweet. Let me make you a cocktail. Want some music?" "I'm good." He mixed the same fizzy clear drink Kevin always served. "Goodness doesn't last long around here. I need to prepare a little. I got these herbal pills from Indonesia that keep me hard for 12 hours. Want one? They're not technically 'drugs'." "Nah. My boner almost never goes away as it is." He swallowed a little white capsule and chugged his drink. "God! To be 18 again!" Ray sat down on the stool next to me and I could smell his personal musk. "Hi." "Hi." I wanted him to touch me and I wanted to touch him. "You have a great dick." "Thanks. I'm a lot thicker than Kevin. Poor boy has a pencil dick just like his dad." I don't think I wanted to know if he'd had sex with either of Kevin's parents. The doorbell rang. "Ugh. Horrible people! Why not just show up the night before with a sleeping bag. Never EVER show up early for anything, Scout." "I promise." I watched his perfect fur-covered ass as he moved over to the TV. "I'm gonna show you some of the films I've either produced or directed." I knew Sally Field wasn't going to appear on screen. Ray made gay porn. "You'll see some familiar faces. You met several tonight and you'll see some of them again tonight." I'd never seen a gay porn movie before. I don't think there was even an XXX theater in the whole state of Kansas. "I'll start with the guy you seemed to like the most....Dick. I wish I could remember his real name. He was there! On TV! Oh my god. He was fucking some hot hunk and his penis was indeed furiously giant. "He's a decent guy." "You think so? I always found him boring. His endowment is the only reason he has a career. He fucks like a librarian and it takes so long to get him hard. I've had more fluffers quit because of that guy. You two seemed to have a connection so I invited him." Fluffer? I could pretty much guess what that was. "Cool. No rubbers in your films, right?" "Exactly. They're probably going to pass laws against that soon. Whatever. I'll film in Mexico if I have to." He changed video cassettes and suddenly there was a scene that looked like it was set in a ski lodge. Lots of hot men with facial hair. "That guy right there is Jeff Turk. Nice guy but one of the worst actors in the world. I was so sure he was straight but I guess he's one of the few true Bi's. He full on kisses men even off camera. He'll be here, but don't expect much conversation. Jeff Fisk said he might be here but he's not been feeling well lately. Ominous, I know. It was too much to take in. I had a major stiffy, and Ray was working his fat dick up to full mast. Goddamn! He should be filmed! "Ray..." "I know. Get undressed." The doorbell kept ringing as I stripped. "Good. I will make you a star, Scout. Want to go to my bedroom?" "No. If it's OK with you, I want to do it right here. Right now. Please fuck me." He pushed me to the tiled floor and spread legs as wide as they would go. "Keep your voice down as much as you can. I know it'll hurt, but there's no telling who can hear." I nodded. His hairy body covered me so perfectly. My blanket and me His dick felt so big as it prodded around the perimeter of my eager hole. "Found it. Grit your teeth, Scout." And then he just plunged in. FUCK! I tried not to yell out, but I mean, come on. This wasn't like being fucked by Kevin at all. Ray didn't seem all that concerned with my comfort or readiness. He was thrusting ans sweating. "Hell yeah! Did I already inform you that you'll be getting a tattoo next week? Oh Shit! I'm tattooing your insides for now. Shit -- I never even made you suck me first. Later. For sure. I'm gonna shoot in ya. NOW! DAMN!" He wasn't exactly keeping his voice down. And then his wide dick got even wider as he shot. Hot toxic sperm was inside my intestines now. My back hurt a little from the hard floor and his heft, but the pleasure overruled discomfort now. My bliss was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell and a murmur of guests. "I'll help you upstairs and we can both clean up. Rest a bit and tell Kevin to get his buns downstairs. You alright?" "Very alright. Thank you." TO BE CONTINUED....

This was not a bath house but I had a friend introduced me smoking tina with him 1 night - the following week he took me to bad part of the town to a party - 9 horny guys - music , food , drinks , porno - lots going on ! He introduced me to the host and guys - drinking - having fun - went out side with the host , friend - smoking more tina ! Starting becoming closer - touching - next took me into the bed room - 3 some having sex - felt so freaking good - next was watching the guys coming into the room - ready to fuck me - my friend was coaching me - ordering the guys in me - I was a cum dumpster - every hole had dicks - was not finished until the sun came up ! I helped cleaning up the area / place - smoking - relaxing / being sore - next it was just 3 of us - started smoking tina again - doing a 3 some again ! Sounds like my weekend in the woods !

The next morning, I couldn’t focus on work, clients even noticed. I would go back to my office and jump on my phone, searching nearby craigslist (back when it was available) for guys that were POZ and willing to give it. There were no shortage of gay guys around, and by the looks of it plenty of POZ guys as well. I typed out some replies and sent them, inquiring if they were willing to infect me with HIV. I would race back to my phone between clients waiting for replies. I got some, most of them telling me it’s not a joke and it would “ruin my life as I know it”. But that was quite the opposite, if my bottom became infected he’d break up with his girlfriend and be with men, or ME. That certainly would not ruin my life, yes I’d have to go on meds, but research has come so far that I don’t have to worry so much, or can even be cured. But one thing is for sure, he would have my DNA inside him forever, he’d have the strain of HIV that came out of my cock, and he’d be mine. I text my bottom, “how are you feeling today?” he answered quite quick. “Good except I just leaked cum into my shorts at work.” “Does that excite you slut?” “Yes Sir”, he wrote. He’s becoming more obedient I like it. Tonight, will be rough on him, but who knows, when I put poppers under his nose he becomes a dick taking machine. “Still horny? I have some fun planned for tonight” “Yes Sir I can’t wait” I went home and cleaned out my ass this time along with my shower, tonight he was going to worship my ass and cock, and we will see what that will lead to. I grabbed a collection of training butt plugs and added to my bag. If I’m going to be getting fucked by POZ guys, I need to prepare a little it has been a long time since I’ve had anything of considerable size in my ass. I pulled up to the house and was delighted to see Trevor already walking out to my car in his jock strap, came to my side and gave me a kiss before going to the back to grab my bag. He followed me into the house, and put the bag into the bedroom. On the kitchen counter was a typed out paper with his home address, work address, what gym he goes to, and his girlfriend’s full name and address. It brought a huge smile across my face that he went above what I was expecting of him. I placed an envelope on the table already sealed with the second of the two chastity keys inside, and started to make us drinks. “What’s that?” Trevor said walking up to the counter. “I’m really happy with what you gave me, in the envelope is the other key, you are going to mail the key to your girlfriend with no explanation until she asks about either the key or your locked-up cock.” I said. “Oh, ok, what do I tell her?” He looked worried. “I imagined you would tell her you were getting too distracted with masturbation and that you locked up your cock so you could focus on work and that you mailed the key so you wouldn’t be tempted to unlock yourself until you saw her next.” “I can do that, makes sense” he replied “Good I thought you’d like it, now for the plans for tonight; I will be cumming in your ass at some point, but tonight you will be focusing on worshiping my cock and hole instead. I will be instructing you on what to do and when.” “Yes sir, how should we start?” I downed my drink and walked toward the bedroom, took my clothes off and laid on the bed. “First, you’ll suck my cock until its nice and hard and wet, then you’ll lick and suck my hole until its nice and wet,” I instructed. He went to work sucking my cock, he has really improved since we first started. At moments, I had to change my train of thought so I wouldn’t cum down his throat. “Ok, now my ass” I lifted up my legs, and he dove right in. He was really good with his tongue, I remembered him saying he loved going down on his girlfriend, it transitioned well. “Make sure you press your tongue inside slut.” I slowly stroked my cock for a while and enjoyed his work on my hole, “Ok, stop, go to my bag and grab the 3 plugs that look the same and the lube.” He licked his lips as he lifted up his head from my ass. He went and grabbed the plugs and came back awaiting instruction. “Lube up the big one, and shove it up your ass,” I said. “Yes sir,” and he got to work, it didn’t take more than 10 seconds to pop that big plug in his ass and again, he sat there waiting for my word. “Lube up the small one and slowly… slowly insert it back and forth in my ass for a while.” It wasn’t so bad, I took the small plug back and forth for a minute or two before I asked for the medium plug. That one took a little longer but Trevor was good about not pushing too hard and using enough lube. “Hold on, push it in and sit down on the bed,” he slid it all the way in and sat next to me, I got up and went to my bag and grabbed the my key to his cock. “Come here, that’s coming off.” I unlocked his cock and it almost instantly became fully hard. “OK, take my plug out and you’re going to fuck me, slowly.” “sir?” “You heard me slut, your cock is hard, my ass will be better than your girlfriend’s cunt” I got on my hands and knees on the bed, waiting for him to lube up and enter me. He got behind me and pulled the plug out slowly, and I felt the soft head of his cock on the entrance to my hole. He slowly pressed against it, the work he did with the plug did wonders, his cock slid in and I heard him gasp. “Wow,” Trevor said from behind me, slowly going in and out to the head, deep long strokes into my ass. “Don’t get used to this Trevor, but keep going. If you cum, you might lose your horniness like you said, but that won’t stop me from cumming in your ass tonight.” He moaned and kept a steady pace, “Faster”, I demanded. He picked it up, bouncing off my ass with his hips and really pumping his cock. “Are you getting close slut?” I asked. “Yes, Sir” he moaned. “STOP!” I said falling forward onto the bed, his cock leaving my ass with a pop. “Good, boy, you fucked your first male ass, how did it feel?” “it felt great” he said almost looking like I gave him poppers, he was still rock hard. “Your turn, on your back on the bed, take that plug out.” He didn’t even look sad about it, he laid on the bed and that plug was out in seconds, his hole gaping and waiting for me. I didn’t skip a beat, and I was in his hole to the balls in one thrust. He moaned, still hard, I grabbed hold of his cock and stroked him while I fucked him in fast deep thrusts. I kept stroking him and slowed down my thrusts, letting him really enjoy the feeling of each thrust, I have been able to piss while hard before, and his hole is loosened up enough not to constrict it further. I pushed in deep, and let it flow, he didn’t realize what was going on at first, until he started feeling fuller. It didn’t last long despite my drinking a lot throughout the day, But his ass was full of my piss. “Sir did you-“ “Yes boy, I did and you’re going to be a good boy and lay upside down against the bed for a while and let it go further in got it?” I interupted. “I feel so full” he said. “Good, I like you full. Now, clench down as I exit so nothing comes out.” I instructed. He squeezed down on my cock, he will release my piss later after we drink some more. I got up and saw the light blinking on my phone, and grabbed it as Trevor spun around and let himself half fall off the bed, ass and legs in the air. I saw that I had an email reply to one of the craigslist posts I answered. I instantly felt nervous and excited. The email read: I’m not far from you and I love pozzing neg ass. Come over tonight for your first toxic load, bring your tooth brush. (listed the address) _______________ You’ll be poz after tonight. I was hard thinking about it, I’m usually a top through and through, but the idea of me giving this boy the HIV that my body has started making my own, was well… intoxicating. I walked out to the kitchen and grabbed a large glass, and brought it back to Trevor. “release some of that piss in here and drink it if its clean, let the rest out in the toilet. Come here so I can lock your cock back up.” I said. He walked over and I locked him up, gave him a big kiss, told him to watch some NEG to POZ porn tonight while sitting on his largest dildo in the living room blinds open. I grabbed his toothbrush and looked up the address to this POZ top’s house, jumped in my car and headed over to his place to change my life forever.

It was the annual Toga Party at my frat, Omega Chi, the sexiest party of the year. I belonged to the hottest frat on campus, the one that all the top jocks belonged to. And the Toga Party was the most sought after invite of the year for anyone who was anyone. It was tradition for everyone to wear nothing under their toga. This near nudity, combined with alcohol and young libidos generated an atmosphere of super charged, horny college boy's and girls. And PLENTY of fucking went on around the house, in every closet and corner. Some people even fucked right out in the open, only their togas hiding their naughty bits. My name is Cole, and I'm a Junior and Treasurer of Omega Chi. As such I get the rare priveledge of one of the small private rooms on the third floor. This is nice because I'm secretly gay and it gives me a private place to jerk off on a nightly basis, fantasizing about my brothers, all of whom I've seen naked many times. I also like to sneak their dirty jockstraps out of their laundry and inhale their musky odors while I finger my hole and shoot my load. I'm not a jock like the rest of them, I'm a straight up nerd. I'm in the frat to help keep the grade average up for the house, and to tutor the guys that need it. I'm 5'10" and skinny and couldn't throw a football if my life depended on it, so being in this environment with all these hot studs was a dream come true. My biggest crush was Mitch. He was a GOD! He was only a freshman, but he was already the starting quarterback, he was that good. He stood 6'3" with buzzed blond hair, dazzeling blue eyes, and a body built like the Nordic, Minnesota, cornfed, farmboy he was. And a cock to match! I had showered next to him many times in the house, which was always a challenge to not spring a raging hard on. Tonight he was drinking pretty heavy, something he didn't do often. As the night went on he got more and more sloshed, hitting on several girls, fingering them under their sheets. But he must have been TOO drunk for them to take him up on his offers to fuck. Sometime around 1:00 he disappeared and I figured he finally was getting laid. I was getting tired too and headed up to my room. As I opened my door my heart leaped into my throat. There, sprawled out on my bed was my every dream come true. My Nordic god was passed out, snoring away with his toga barely covering his naked body. I froze, not knowing what to do, my eyes scanning him from his beautiful size 13 feet, up his bare legs that were covered in dark blond hair to his torso also covered in a light smattering of blond hair. The toga exposed one of his luscious pink nips and the arm over his head exposed his hairy pit in all it's glory. My mouth went dry as I looked at him and shivered. I did the most logical thing I could and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and telling him to get up. He just responded with more snoring. I slapped him hard across the face a couple of times, and still he didn't wake up. The shaking had managed to open his toga more, exposing his uncut cock nestled in his big, furry balls. At this point my mind exploded. Here was my ultimate fantasy, passed out cold, nearly naked, and totally vulnerable on my bed. Before I even realized what I was doing, I locked my bedroom door, and stood over him, dropping my own toga so I was naked, my own 7 inch cock standing straight up. I breathed heavily. Do I dare act out what was running through my mind? What if he DID wake up? He'd beat the shit out of me! But my own half drunk horny brain took over the better part of reason. Carefully I undid the rope around his waist, opening his toga all the way, totally exposing every inch of his beautiful body. Leaning down, I kissed his mouth which was slightly open, slipping my tongue inside, licking his teeth and tongue, sucking on his lip, gently biting it while my hand crept down to his cock. Grabbing it firmly, I started to stroke it, my hand trembling at the excitement of finally touching what I had wanted for so long. His cock stirred and started to get hard as I manipulated it, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing his cockhead. He just continued to snore. I moved my mouth to his nipples, sucking first one big pink tit, then the other. I gently bit them as I sucked, nibbling on his nubs as his cock grew harder in my hand. I swear he slightly moaned. Getting more and more bolder, I then buried my face in his armpit, breathing deep his musky scent. I couldn't get enough of his smell as I sniffed and licked his dank hairy pit. His cock just got harder. I pulled out of his pit to look at the cock I had been dreaming about. It stood rock solid at this point, the big, pink mushroom head pushing out of it's sheath. It was a solid 9" at least, and a fat one at that. Throwing caution to the wind I dove down on it. Mitch let out an audible groan as my mouth engulfed his knob. I had to stretch my mouth wide and it was almost to fat, but I was too far gone to stop and I forced as much as I could down my throat. Then something surprising happened. Mitch started to piss. Without warning piss just started flowing into my mouth. I was shocked but just clamped on and swallowed all I could. There was NO way I was going to pass this once in a lifetime chance to drink the starting quarterbacks piss! There was so much it flowed out of my mouth all over his stomach and balls, soaking both us and the bed sheets. When he finally stopped I continued to nurse on his still rock hard cock until I started to taste his precum. He just continued to snore and breath deeper. Now I was at a crossroads. Do I keep sucking him, or do I go a step further. I realized as much as I wanted to suck the load out of him, I wanted something else far more. I wanted him to breed me. And this might be my only chance ever. I grabbed some Vaseline out of my drawer and spread a big glob on my asshole, working it in me. Then I spread another big glob on his cock, working it around, getting him slicked up. Then, my body trembling in fear and excitement, I straddled his stomach, pulling back his foreskin, and placed the top of his throbbing cock against my hungry hole. I took a deep breath and pushed his head into my hole, wincing as he popped through my ring. I paused for a moment as I adjusted to his size. I wondered to myself what the fuck was I doing? I'm insane! But I no longer cared. I had the quarterbacks studly cock in my hole and I started to slide down on it. Slowly I slid down his pole until I had all 9 inches buried in me and I could feel his hairy bush against my stretched hole. Now I started to ride it, up and down, pulling it out till just the head was in, then sliding back all the down, my hole squeezing and milking his cock as I went. Leaning over, I planted my lips on his while I rode him like a sorrority bitch. I sucked his tongue while my ass gave him the best fuck he had ever had, even if he didn't know it! I swear he started moaning and pushing his hips into my hot wet hole. He was probably dreaming he was fucking some hot pussy, and he was, just not the kind he thought! Even in his drunk, passed out state it didn't take him too long to cum. Such is the beauty of youth. Soon I felt his cock expand and start throbbing deep in me and I knew he was flooding my innards with his hot, jock cum. I sat all the way down on his dick and milked it as hard as I could with my ass muscles, draining him of every drop of his precious nectar. I finally had what I had wanted for so long. I was bred by the quarterback. When his cock started to shrink, I gently pulled him out of my ass. As much as I wanted to keep his load deep inside me, I had a better idea. In my drawer I had hidden one of his jockstraps. This one was nice and used when I snagged it, smelling deeply of his cock and ball sweat and urine. I held the pouch up to my ass and squeezed his load out and into it. This way I had another way to enjoy him later as I jerked off, remembering tonight. I just had one problem left. MY own rock hard cock begging for release! I thought of just jacking off while I stared at my naked god, but my perverted mind told me other ideas. Carefully, I rolled my snoring stud over onto his belly and spread his thighs apart. Taking the Vaseline, I lubed my cock and his hole. Quickly I lined myself up to his hairy hole and slid my head in. Stopping to make sure all was well, I then pushed the rest of my cock all the way in. OH MY GOD it was like nothing I had ever felt! Pure smooth velvet engulfed my dick as I buried myself to the hilt. As I ground my pubes against his hole I know I heard him grunt, then let out a small moan. That was all I needed to hear. I slowly fucked my frat bro deep and long, enjoying every moment of his luscious hot hole. But I was so worked up at this point, it didn't take long before I was pumping my own hot load into his sweet jock guts. I could hear him moan and mumble something as I pumped shot after shot of sperm as deep into his guts as I could. Finally, I had no more in me. I reluctantly pulled my spent cock out of what was pure heaven, and cum slowly trickled out of his slightly gaping hole. Without a thought, I buried my face between his cheeks and feasted on the hole I had just devirginized. Digging my tongue in and sucking my jism out made him moan some more. When I got all I could, I stood up, got dressed and left my room, leaving my sleeping Adonis alone on my bed. The next morning I was terrified about what I had done! The reality of raping the quarterback and all the consequences filled me with dread as I eventually went back to my room and slowly opened the door. Mitch was gone. I sat on my bed and pulled open my drawer that contained his dirty, cum soaked jockstrap. On it was a note that said...."I know what you did!" My heart pounded in my chest as I turned the note over. "It's our secret. To be continued...." All I can say is the rest of our college time together was pretty fucking hot.

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

Adam had just turned eighteen a few days before, but he knew he looked younger and that might be a problem. He pushed his long blond bangs out of his eyes and looked across the street at the door and the neon sign above it. The Edge’s sign flashed blue at a regular pace. He’d wanted to come to the bathhouse since he first learned of it when he was sixteen. Now he was legal and he wanted to go in, but was kind of scared of what actually went on inside. He seen all sorts of men go in during the fifteen minutes he had watched the door. He took a deep breath and walked across the street. Adam opened the door and was confronted by a heavy set man behind a security window. “One please,” he asked nervously handing the man a twenty. “ID kid,” the man asked looking hard at Adam. Adam handed him his driver’s license and waited. “Shit kid, you look sixteen if a day. You’re gonna be really popular tonight,” he chuckled handing Adam a towel, and a lock with a key on a wrist band. “No clothes allowed kid, only towels, ‘k?” "Sure,” Adam said beginning to get second thoughts about walking around with only a towel on for several hours. Before the man behind the glass buzzed Adam into the bathhouse another man entered. He was a good six foot tall, and a rock solid 285 lbs. His dark brown curly hair was cut short. The beginnings of a five o’clock shadow made him seem even more masculine that he already was. A hefty budge in his jeans only added to this image. Adam could feel himself start to get hard, as he stared at the man in awe. This was a man’s man without a doubt. Adam felt his six inches start to ooze pre-cum. “Dean you old dog, how the hell have you been? Long time no see.” “Not bad Jack, business has had me doing a lot of traveling the last few months putting out fires for the company. I’ve finally got some time off and looking to release some tension if you know what I mean.” He chuckled as he grabbed his crotch. “You want a room like usual?” “Sure, which one do you have available?” “How about 18?” the man grinned as he nodded towards Adam? “Lucky 18, always good for some fun,” he said looking at Adam. “Pig sling room booked yet tonight?” “Nah, want it?” “Yeah, let me have it too. I think I’ll have something to fill it before the night is over,” Dean said with a smirk. Jack buzzed the two men into the bath house. He was glad the bath had video cameras hidden all over the place. He was looking forward to seeing Dean pound the hell out of the hot looking eighteen year old twink. Jack knew the boy was in for the ride of his life tonight and when the twink left he would be a changed man in more ways than one. Adam didn’t know what to expect when he walked through the steel door into the bathhouse. The long hall way was dark with a dim light at the far end. He felt the large man come up next to him. “First time here?” Dean asked, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, I just turned eighteen a few days ago and wanted to see what it was like,” Adam said shyly. “Well, welcome to The Edge. I’m Dean,” he said extending his hand to the young twink he was looking forward to breeding. “Adam,” said the boy taking the man’s hand. “Don’t worry guy, I’ll be happy to show you around here. I know it can be a little intimidating the first few times, but once you’re used to it can be a lot of fun. Here let me walk you to your locker and you can put your stuff away and get changed,” Dean said being friendly. “It’s just like a gym locker room at school. Afterwards I’ll meet you back here in a few and we can walk around together. I have a room, so if you feel like the whole thing is a little much we can go back there until you’re ready to explore some more.” Dean walked off leaving Adam to change and put all his clothes in his locker. This felt a whole lot different to Adam, than changing in the locker room at school. There everyone generally tried to avoid looking at everyone’s junk, but here all the men were actively trying to make sure everyone saw it or were busy looking at other guys’ cocks and asses. Most of the men in and around the locker room and sauna were either hard or semi-hard. Adam was surprised there were so many different types of men here. Some were heavy-set and hairy, others almost skeleton thin, still others were built gym-rats. Surprisingly there as a fairly large amount of the men there were much older men, but many though were just average looking middle aged men. Adam was in the minority in that there seemed to be few young twinks and most of them seemed more interested servicing the older men rather than someone like him. There was a pretty good mixture of Afro-American, white and Hispanic men. Some of the much older men would wrap their towels around them tightly so you see their dicks like hard mounds under their towels. Others in better shape just threw their towels over their shoulders, so you could see their dicks pointing straight out or swinging like thick pieces of sausages between their legs. The men grinned and smiled at Adam as he took all his clothes off. More than once did the young twink catch some of the men stroking their dicks as they looked and his dick and ass. He felt like a piece of meat a pack of starving dogs was preparing to devour. Adam tried to wrap his towel completely around him but it was too small to stay wrapped completely closed. He was forced to hold the ends together with one hand. In the other hand he had a small baggie with rubbers in it. The most sexually Adam had managed to do in high school so far was jack off with a couple friends when they had been drunk after a few parties. Adam came close once to sucking off a band member during a football game in the fall under the bleachers, but in the end they both chickened out for fear of getting caught. The incident had left him hot and bothered for days and weeks afterwards. They would pass one another in the hallways, but were afraid to do anything. Adam didn’t want to graduate from high school in June still a virgin. Sure, this wasn’t the most romantic place to do it, but here were men, not boys, who would make sure he learned something about sex. He didn’t want to look foolish in bed with the first guy he slept with at college. So here he was, willing to lose his virginity here and hopefully would get to fuck a guy as well. That way he would 'know his way around a man in bed' so to speak. If he was lucky Dean, who was the hottest guy there, would be willing to do him. Dean returned a few minutes later dressed only in a towel and carrying a small bottle in his hand along with a pack of cigarettes. He was fully hard at the thought of breeding Adams tight eighteen year old ass. He figured the boy may have been fucked by some of his school mates, but never had a man up there yet. He wanted to make sure he changed that for Adam and be the first charged load of many before the night was over up his tight little twink neg ass. Dean knew the boy was a bit tense, but once he got the 1st hit of Tina in Adam that would all change. He hoped he might even be able to slam the boy making him a total slut begging for dick, and then put him in the pig sling room to make sure the boy left here pozzed up after being gangbanged all night. He loved stealthing young twinks where ever he went. He’d been stealthed at sixteen by someone else and figured it was only fair to share the gift with as many men as possible. Since he was constantly moving and taking trips for his job, Dean was able spread his gift world-wide to as many men as he could. Dean thought Adam looked so pure and angelic with his longish light blond hair, smooth pale skin and cute perky coral colored dime-sized nipples. He stood at about 5’6”, and 120 lbs. with bright blue eyes and Dean guessed he had a six inch average sized cock, uncut as Dean would discover. Though he didn’t play any sports, Adam stayed toned by skateboarding, which made him very desirable in the bathhouse as a fuck toy to be used and bred. “Let me give you a tour and then we can chill on patio for a bit,” Dean said admiring the sexy eighteen year old who would soon be getting his gift. Dean walked Adam around the bathhouse showing him the TV room, exercise machines, video room, glory holes, maze, showers and steam room. He could tell the men were jealous of him walking around with this hot twink. But in the end they would thank him when all of them had the chance to slide in the boy’s hot lil’ cunt and breed him. Otherwise only one man would be lucky enough to tap it and judging from the boy carrying a bag of rubbers would have to fuck him covered. Adam and Dean walked out on the dark patio and found a table in the back behind some tall ferns where they couldn’t be seen too well by others. Adam found Dean easy to talk to and soon found himself talking about the first hand job with his best friend. He later joined various other friends in beating off to porn videos and magazines. His best friend thinking it was too gay made them stop jerking off together and made a big effort in publicly getting a blow job from a well-known slut of a cheerleader. Going online and reading stories and watching videos was all in the end Adam had left to relive his needs. Finally now that he was eighteen he wanted to lose his cherry to an older more experienced man. Dean smiled to himself; this was going to be even more fun that he thought. He was going to get to take the twink’s cherry and poz him all at the same time. Dean realized Adam was interested in him because the teen kept adjusting his hard-on under the skimpy towel Jack had purposely given the teen. Soon once the eighteen year old was fucked up; Dean would have him walking around with the towel wrapped around his neck and not his waist. He wanted all the men in the bathhouse to see what they were going to get a chance to load up with their loads after he was finished with Adam. Dean decided it finally time to get the ball rolling and prepare to pop this cherry. He opened out the cigarette pack and pulled out a “T” laced joint and lit up taking a big inhale, before passing it to Adam. Adam didn’t normally smoke pot that often. He preferred to stay straight, so he could stay in control and focused on school. He wanted to get into NYU film school the next year after graduating and knew grades were important. Adam didn’t want to seem uncool in front of this hot stud of a man. He knew this man would be gentle with him if they had sex. He trusted Dean and knew the man would treat him right in bed. Plus he thought the weed would help him feel more relaxed when he got fucked for the first time. Dean at first thought he’d have to do some fast talking to get Adam to smoke the “T” laced joint as he watched the inner turmoil inside him, but the teen soon was smoking away. Dean took a couple more big hits and had Adam finish the rest of the large joint. He could see both the pot and “T” were starting to really work on the unsuspecting eighteen year old. Before Adam finished smoking the joint Dean took the roach from him. He took the last hit from him and leaned in to shotgun the last hit to Adam. With little effort he was soon kissing Adam passionately making the twink even hornier than before from smoking the joint. “Hey Adam, let’s go hang out in my room for a bit. We can watch a video while we relax,” Dean stood up and helped Adam stand up. He grabbed him and kissed the blond twink hard again causing the twink to drop his towel. Dean stroked the six inch dick causing Adam to moan into him. He grabbed the brown bottle and his pack of cigarettes taking Adam’s hand leading him to the room where he’d lose his cherry and take his first poz load. Adam pulled away from Dean heading back to the table. At first, Dean thought it was to grab the bag of rubbers, but Adam grabbed his dropped towel. To make sure Adam didn’t notice the rubbers, Dean wet his middle finger with spit and slid it home in Adam’s virgin cunt. He aimed for the eighteen year old's prostate, which, of course, caused Adam to gasp in pleasure. The “T” laced joint was already beginning to do its work and make Adam horny for cock. Dean worked Adam’s ass for a few minutes before pulling him to a standing position kissing him hard. He continued working the teen’s boy cunt as he kissed him deeply. Finally Dean pulled away smiling at now lust filled Adam. “Ready to go to my room?” he grinned, asking the latest in a long string of victims. “Hell yeah!” Adam panted excitedly. He had never been so horny after smoking a joint. Dean’s fingering felt even better than his own fingers. He desperately needed to feel this man inside him. He hoped Dean would be gentle since was so he was so large and Adam was still a virgin. He knew it would hurt at first but would feel better soon afterwards. Or at least that’s what all the stories on Nifty said. Dean made Adam wear his towel around his neck as they walked to his room. He wanted to do a little advertising for Adam’s later gangbang. He wanted Adam to walk out in the morning with his eighteen year old pussy dripping poz cum from being well fucked by as many men as possible. Dean played with Adam’s ass as they walked pass various men looking or having sex throughout the bathhouse on the way to his room. The poor twink was moaning like a slut and trying to force more of Dean’s fingers into his teen cunt even before they got to the room. Fortunately the walk to Dean's room was only a few seconds, and upon arrival, Adam was hornier than he had ever been in his life. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this man to fuck him and take his cherry. Dean maneuvered the eighteen year old boy to the bed and finally pulled his fingers from Adam’s hole. He stood over the panting lust filled eighteen year old boy. Dean knew the boy was ready for the next step in stripping away his innocence. Dean finally pulled off his towel exposing to Adam for the first time his red bull can thick cut eight inch fuck stick. The huge mushroom head with its large gold hoop piercing was nearly twice as wide as the cock was thick. Adam had never seen a cock that big or dangerous looking. He had no doubt when Dean finished with him Adam would know what it meant to be fucked. He knew he should be afraid of the dick, but there was an itch building deep inside his hole to feel Dean shoving it in him. It was like he was totally losing his inhibitions. Sure Adam knew some of his inhibitions were lowered by the weed, but this was different. It was like they weren’t even there anymore. Adam needed sex and needed it bad. Dean grabbed one of his famous “T” laced bottles of warming lube; it was time to prime Adam for his first breeding. end of part 1

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.

Author's disclaimer: Rape and sexual assault are major topics in the news as of late. In real life, there is a definite and legal necessity to obtain CONSENT from all involved parties when participating in sex. This story is complete fiction. It contains elements of non-consensual, risk-heavy sex and seroconversion. In pornographic stories of fiction and fantasy, we can explore fetishized privileges that, legally and/or morally, we should not attempt in real life. This story is a sequel to my original story, "The Broken Jock" which started in the "Bareback" section (Chap. 1 and 2) and then progressed to the "Bug Chasing and Gift Giving FICTION" section. The Broken Jock II: The Third Baseman My partner, Clyde, and I were all aglow with the realization that we finally got the sexy Adam (aka ShortStop91) to take our poz cocks bareback—plus we got to double penetrate the kid! He had been a conquest of ours for almost a year after discovering his profile on the safe-sex-only web site. We knew what softball team he was on because his picture on the web site showed the young, blonde-haired, stocky beef cake wearing his softball uniform. Clyde and I have gone to quite a few of their games to scope him out and enjoy watching him play; the whole time dreaming of one day getting our cocks inside that incredible ass. Our only disappointment in Adam was that we were not the first cocks to bareback and breed him. On the safe-sex only site, we tried luring him to come over plenty of times. We figured that he was getting lots of messages, because Adam's replies were either short or nonexistent. When he did reply, he was short with words. From what Hank told us, he and three of his buddies had successfully and aggressively barebacked Adam first only a couple weeks before, unopened condoms splayed out on the floor from the boy's pocket. But we were happy to take what we could get of him. Afterward, we got Adam to "buddy" us on both web sites so that his other safe-sex friends might consider spending a night with us. I'm John, the 63-year-old white-haired man who fucked Adam from underneath in that Folsom Motel room last weekend. Clyde is 67. He took Adam's hole from behind. Typically, Clyde and I have to rig condoms to break so that we can stealth the young men we find on the safe-only site. Our biggest turn on is when our poz sperm is shooting into young unprotected holes. After surely pozzing up the shortstop, Clyde and I were amped to try and get our bare cocks up the butts of one or more of Adam's teammates. Our next target was Tom, the 22-year-old third baseman. He is gorgeous with brown hair, blue eyes, a bubble butt and strong thighs that demand a top's attention. Clyde pointed out to me how his white uniform pants allowed everyone to see through to the straps of his jock just below his ass. Now that Adam is used up, (we've heard from Hank that an old perv named Leon is going to be fucking him regularly now) Clyde keeps talking about Tom. This morning Clyde is still in his lycra bike shorts and I can see his massive cut hardon when he tells me that he wants to discuss our plans for sinking our raw cocks up that sweet ass on the third baseman. He found Tom’s profile on a different dating site, where we discovered that he (or JockCub13) is a versatile bottom who likes 1-on-1 or to bottom for couples, he’s neg, and condoms are a must. His profile picture was just his cute face, but we already know what his amazing body looks like. "We'll probably have to stealth him," Clyde advised, "he doesn't say on here anything about poppers, but we'll need those, too." I offered, "Maybe we should have condoms on when our cocks are in his mouth. That way he'll be convinced that we're rubbered up for his hole, too." "Hmmm. If our mission is poz up his hole before he knows it, that might be how it needs to go down," Clyde agreed. "Maybe which ever one of us is dicking his throat and poppering the boy up can signal to the ass-fucker when it's time to rip off the condom and push back in. The first one of us to cum inside him needs to be discreet and slow about it so that he doesn't suspect anything. Well, at least until he gets a second load." "Sounds good," I said. "Let's message him now!" 243sum: "Hey, JockCub13. You're looking hot! We're a couple of tops with big dicks and big bed. If you want 2 men to take good care of your hole, let us be of service to you." After messaging Tom, Clyde was checking for replies all afternoon. At 4 o'clock, we got a reply. JockCub13: "Hi, guys. I like that idea! I'm at a softball after-game thing at the bar right now. Can I come over around 6 or 7? Here's my cell: 555-6509" 243sum: "That's a good plan. We're John and Clyde (me). Come over when you can. We'll text you our address. Wear your jock, too!" ------------------- Before Tom arrived, we decided that Clyde would fuck the boy first, so he got the rigged condoms ready, put on his cock ring and lubed up his bare cock with Crisco. At a quarter after six, Tom was at our door. Clyde let the boy in and closed the door. "Hi," he said. We didn't reply. He was wearing track pants, a t-shirt and sneakers. Clyde put his hand on the boy's butt, while I felt up his hardening dick through the smooth material of the track pants. He was wearing his jock underneath, and nothing else. When his dick was rock hard, I was able to move it to the side so that it was sticking out from the side of his jock pouch, the mushroom-shaped cockhead obscenely visible under the shiny material. I rubbed the head of his cock and heard him moan. That's when Clyde pushed Tom's track pants down. I knew Clyde was using his middle finger to feel up the boy's hole. Tom's dick began to drip precum, so I got on my knees to taste it. As soon as my tongue lapped over the boy's cock slit to taste his sweet precum, he shuddered and bent forward slightly, offering his butt more fully to Clyde. Clyde couldn't restrain himself. With his hard fuck stick already greased up, he stood up behind the boy, pressed his hand on Tom's back and started to push his unsheathed plug of a cockhead against Tom's hole. I sucked on Tom’s dick more aggressively to help the boy submit to being penetrated bareback. “Ah!" Tom moaned. But when Clyde started pushing his massive cock up Tom's tight chute, he cried out, "Wait! Wait!!" Clyde covered Tom's mouth with his hand as he pushed his poz daddy cock deeper into Tom's butt. "Arrrrrrrr!" "Take my cock, kid," Clyde coached. "You need my cock inside you. Just take it." Knowing that Clyde was able to get Tom to take his cock without a condom meant that we needed to get him over to the bedroom. I got off Tom's dick to lead the two of them over, but we only got as far as the back of the couch when Clyde announced that he was all the way in. That was my cue to get the poppers. I reached over to the end table and opened the brown bottle and immediately placed it under Tom’s first nostril. Ecstatic over the opportunity to fully bareback Tom’s neg hole, Clyde was already trying to plow into him aggressively, causing Tom to yell out behind Clyde's hand. With only his nose to breathe from, Tom had to take in the poppers when he inhaled. I stood there, guiding the bottle under each nostril about 6 or 8 times until Tom was flying. “He’s lit,” I reported to Clyde, and then I knelt back down to continue sucking the third-baseman’s dick, which was now dripping profusely with his sweet precum. Clyde removed his hand from Tom’s mouth. “Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck!” he cried out. “Yeah, Tom. That’s a sweet hole you’ve got milking my cock. Keep doing that! I’ve been wanting to get my cock up your ass since the moment I saw it on the field.” Clyde kicked the kid’s legs apart for better leverage and full access to his unprotected hole. When Clyde put Tom’s right leg up on the arm of the couch, I could see that at the crotch of Tom’s white jock strap, Clyde’s cock ring was pressed up against his young butthole. At over three times Tom’s age, Clyde was playing out his ultimate daddy top fantasy of pistoning his entire poz rod up a 22-year-old jock-strapped neg butt. “Damn nice.” “Fuck that jock, Clyde. He wants it.” Tom didn’t protest anymore. He was giving up his neg hole to a strange man's cock without using any protection, probably for the first time. He had probably fantasized about being barebacked. Clyde was fucking Tom harder. He had that determined look that he gets when topping young guy's ass, I’m sure he was thinking about how he was going to knock up Tom good. I know I was. “He wants that raw cock. Don’t you, Tom?” “Fuck! Fuck! This isn’t sa…” Clyde covered Tom's mouth again, and kept fucking the boy harder. Clyde made his shut-up look at me. I opened the poppers and got the jock lit up so Clyde would have the best chance at breeding that warm, neg hole before the kid smartened up again. On Tom’s sixth hit on the poppers, Clyde was getting close. “Fuck yeah, boy! I'm going to own that sweet hole, give it up to me,” Clyde demanded. “Ah!” Tom was grunting something, muffled by Clyde’s hand clinched tight over his mouth. I put the bottle down and went back to watching Clyde’s large raw cock fuck in and out of the jock’s hole. There it was. My Clyde’s huge poz cock shaft with Tom’s neg pink hole stretched around it. “AAAhhhh!” Clyde’s shaft pulsed once before it was pushed in to the hilt, and I new the deed was getting done. “Fuck yeah, Tom! Take my load to third base, you handsome fucker! Ah, goddamn! Fuck! Hold him steady, John. I'm still unloading. I want every fucking sperm swimming inside you, Tom.” I watched as Clyde started fucking the kid again. I know how he likes to fuck his jizz into a freshly bred hole. After a few strokes, I could see some of Clyde’s semen making a white ring just outside Tom’s hole. As Clyde continued to fuck his toxic seed into the beautiful jock’s perfect butt, he said, “You’re staying over, Tom.” Tom nodded in compliance, and Clyde removed his hand from the kid’s mouth again. “Damn! You came inside me? Aaaah!” he said half worried, half aroused. Clyde pulled out and pushed the jock down to suck his daddy cock clean. The third baseman dropped to his knees and worshipped Clyde’s cock with his mouth while I got the bed ready.

Stopped over at gray bear's house after work, as he texted me he wasn't feeling well. He's the long time friend who just started taking my cock raw a few weeks back. Sure enough, he's been in bed since Sunday, off and on high fever and NyQuil not really helping him feel better. I layed in bed with him a while, spooning behind him and telling him it's what he wanted, so just try to ride out the fuck flu best he could. I held him, rubbed his belly and beard, and told him I'd be here for him like I said I would. He fell asleep, and as I'm laying there behind him my cock was aching something fierce to fuck him, fever or not. I pulled it out of my jeans and placed it at his opening as he slept, letting my precum lube his hot as hell crack. After a few minutes, I couldn't wait any longer and began pushing into him. He woke up and started to protest, but I held him firm and reminded him it was my cunt now. He shut up, and I slid in fully and just held my cock inside him, feeling the heat of his body burning with fever. I know it wasn't the nicest thing for me to do, but I had to breed him. I gently fucked him for about 5 minutes before I nutted in him, then I told him what a good whore he was now and how proud I am. I held him til he went back to sleep, then came home to pack a bag. I'm gonna spend a night or two at his place until he's feeling better. I'm horny as fuck over this pozzing.

My FB has said while fucking me and in dirty talk that he wants to piss inside me and fuck it deeper. The last thing I imagined he'd ever be into is this, and it'll be my first time. He said he'd tell me first, then as he kept fucking, he said after the first few times he warns me he'll just piss before, during, after fucking me without warning. Maybe after he's bred me, then as we walk around his house, he'll just slide inside and piss. It's his hole and he said he can do what he likes. I hope he's serious and not just talking.

I had a tray for ice that froze it into "icicles." They were too pointy for comfortable insertion.

I don’t know why faggots are in denial about their place in the competition. Men are always going to overwhelmingly choose vagina over rectum because the female sex organ is finely tuned to provide maximum male pleasure in return for maximum sperm delivery. Anal is exciting for variety and tight entry and because it’s more dirty, forced, and sadistic. But it’s always going to be in second or third place for most men. (Oral might beat it out also.)

I agree. Parents decide all sorts of things for their kids, including whether or not the kid will even be born. That was common when I was a kid going to a nudist camp. Some kids were not allowed to have sex at all, while others could have as much sex as they liked. Some that were not allowed were 16 or 17, while some, like me, were allowed to have sex at 5 or 6. I don't think it was an issue for me. I asked permission, got permission and that was that. It was the kids who were told no that complained.

Ended up at bookstore and found the usual 'after church' crowd hanging around in their dress pants and shirts. I'm sure their ties were out in their minivans. I found the most conservative looking one (short brown hair, parted on side, maybe 40, small trimmed moustache) and stood beside him as he sat on bench. I pulled my cock out and started stroking it in front of his face. When I told him to open his mouth he did so fast. ? I slid in and he went to work. I called him a faggot cocksucker, a good bitch, and told him I had a big load for him to eat. He loved it cuz he just sucked me harded the more I spoke. I came without warning deep in his mouth, and felt him swallowing each squirt. 'Get it clean, pig' I barked once I was softening up in his mouth. As I zipped up, I asked him how that poz load tasted. Lol. He was speechless.

I love energetic young tops and giving them willing and receptive holes to enjoy so they stay tops. the younger a good bottom slut gets hold of a young top the better - 13 for me.

Is it just me or do Doublelist ads seem really really tame compared to what CL used to be? In NYC area it seems mostly guys looking for j/o or blowjobs. Is this because ads for fucking or more intense sex are deleted on Doublelist? I haven't tried it yet myself.

I went there and they require a phone number for verification and only certain email services.

Yes ! very much so - agreeing the above ! I am very Sexually Hungry for Big Dicks ! Seeing pictures , reading stories , pulling down my pants - feeling - j.o. - fingering my pussy cunt hole - breed me - fuck me - rape me - multi dicks - adore them - worship them - remembering those hot memories growing up !

Part 12 “Is this how you normally spend your Friday night back home,” asked Cody. “Hell No; the assholes back in Ohio play so many games, and you have to spend a lot of time luring them.” “It’s nothing like this, that’s for sure!” “How often does this place throw parties?” Cody got a pensive look on his face like he was trying to calculate something, “I’ve been a member for a couple of years, it seems like there is something going on every week, especially on the weekends.” “Some of the events are special invitation only or require an extra fee so I am not here all the time, but there is a club website where members can see highlights of the action or previews of themed upcoming parties, so it’s worth the membership cost even if you can’t come all the time.” “Some members don’t even live in the area, and just pop in when they are town.” Rob’s eyes lit up with that information. He’d have to ask Nick about membership options later. The guys at the party were certainly getting friendlier. He thought, “Must be the fucks they have seen me throw down, I seem to be developing a fan base of admirers.” Rob certainly wasn’t used to all this mutual admiration going on, but then again he wasn’t in full control of his thoughts and actions at this point, so a guy grabbing his pecs or patting his ass seemed totally non-threatening. In some ways it was like the experience in the backroom of Rawhide the night he arrived in New Orleans. There was lots of touching, feeling and poppers being passed around in the areas where bottoms were stationed and being used. The whole atmosphere with the music, the video screens and lots of men in revealing fetish gear just made you want go with the flow. Rob was unaware that the special additions to each drink he ordered were helping increase his sex drive and lower his inhibitions. So when he and Cody were chilling and watching the Asian bottom Rolf had fucked earlier take more cock, he didn’t mind when Cody reached over and started stroking his cock. In fact he leaned down and started kissing Cody. “So do you think you are ready for our rematch,” asked Cody. “You bet; Let’s go!” Back at the fuck racing station the two bottoms were still taking loads. The activity had obviously started to wear them out. They were more slumped over the sawhorse now and both their asses were clearly stretched and ruined. It was hard to count the number of ticks on each ass but it looked like they were fairly even, although the rosebud extending from the blonde’s ass was a little bigger. “You had Brownie last time so we need to switch bottoms; you get Blondie this time Rob.” When they stepped up to the bottoms, Rob fingered the blonde’s ass. It was so loose, it did however feel like there was a significant amount of cum in the distended hole so that would help. ”Ready….. Set….Fuck!” Rob and Cody both plunged into their respective bottom’s ass. Rob tried not to concentrate too much so not to put any pressure on himself; this was after all at least his 5th load tonight and that wasn’t counting all the pre-cum he had been leaking and leaving all night. Blondie’s hole was so loose. He tried to angle his thrusts so his cock would brush the sides of the well-used fuck tunnel, but the hole was so sloppy there wasn’t much resistance. When he closed his eyes he could hear the sound of cum sloshing with each stroke. He had to keep slapping the ass in front of him just to try to get it to tighten up. The thought crossed his mind that he could probably insert his hand into the blonde’s ass and jerk off, but that would kind of be cheating. Images of all the bottoms he had fucked the last two days filled his head as he pumped away, finally he felt his balls churn and he shot his load. This time he was way ahead of Cody who was still furiously pounding the brunette’s ass trying to get off. “Looks like you lost again Cody.” Cody smiled and conceded defeat. “Guess you are going to have to give me some pointers on how to fuck,” he said. “Anytime man, anytime.” “Rob, maybe we can find us a bottom or two Saturday night, get them tweaked and tag their asses together.” “There is a big selection of bottoms on a Saturday night in the Quarter; it’s pretty easy pickings.” Rob looked at Cody and said, “That would be great, you could be my wingman; kind of like a fuck apprentice.” Cody tried his hardest not to roll his eyes before retorting “Yeah right, let me get something to give you my number.” As Cody left he felt a hand on his shoulder that made him jump. “Damn Nick you really have to stop this sneaking up on me!” Nick just grinned as he said, “I was just checking to see if you were ready to go, it’s about 3 a.m. and things are starting to wind down here.” Rob replied, “Yeah I think I am ready, I hate to leave, but the bottoms are getting pretty loose at this point.” “Rest assured though, after a couple hours rest I’ll be ready to play some more.” Cody came back and handed Rob a card with his phone number. “I just realized the time, it actually is Saturday,” he laughed. “Text me later and we’ll get together tonight and go cruising for ass” “It was fun meeting you Rob, I look forward to playing some more with you.” With that he gave Nick a knowing wink and left. “Come on Rob; let’s get you back to your hotel.” When they got to Nick’s car they retrieved their clothes from the trunk and quickly slid them over their gear. As they were driving back to town Rob asked, “When is the next party; is there one this week while I am still in town?” “I’d be willing to buy a membership if necessary.” Nick explained that the space was rented for a private birthday party Saturday night, but there was another gathering on Sunday night. “I can probably get you in Sunday; I think there is still space available.” “It will be similar to tonight with some special featured entertainment,” Nick chuckled. He then continued, “I was thinking and have a proposition for you.” “You seemed to hit it off with everyone and I had a couple of people comment about how hot you looked.” “Would you be willing to come to the shop and do a photoshoot of sorts in some gear, I really think your images would help me promote business.” “We can work out some discounts on more gear and possibly a club membership in return for you volunteering.” Rob’s ego was eating up the thought of being immortalized in a print ad campaign. “Sure, that would be great; what time would be good?” “Well, I want to get a photographer rather than taking the photos on my cell phone since I want them to look professional to drive business, but think I can have him there for the session at 4 on Sunday afternoon; would that work for you?” “That sounds like a good plan to me,” replied Rob. As they pulled up to his hotel, Rob smiled thinking how great this vacation was turning out. He thanked Nick and got out of the car. “See you Sunday, Nick.”

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.

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.

My negative buddy, who rode my cock raw last weekend for first time, came over this morning for more of my cum. I'm really turned on by his new desire for me to knock him up. His entire disposition has changed. We used to be equals in our friendship, but now he's calling me Sir, and being very submissive- which pushes all of my buttons. He arrived and I was still in bed sleeping, so he climbs under blankets and began sucking my cock. I was leaking in no time, so I threw covers off of me so I could watch him work. Telling him to suck my dirty cock good so it'd be nice and hard for his raw fucking. Finally I smacked his face and told him to get in pig position. He quickly got on all fours on the bed. Rubbing his ass, I told him how much I wanted to put my strain in him as I roughly fingered his hole. He moaned as I twisted two fingers around in his dry ass, and I laughed and called him a stupid faggot. I spit on his hole and began rubbing my cock at his entrance. Grabbing his beefy hips, I sunk into him in one motion, and began riding my new bottom. I rubbed his furry buttocks and back, telling him what a sexy whore he was gonna be once I knocked him up. I felt him clamp hard as I spoke to him, and I knew he loved my dirty talk. "That's it, bear, take my poz cock like a good pig. You and me are gonna be brothers, ain't we?" He cried out "Yes Sir!" and started fucking back onto my cock as I pushed in each time. "Here's your load pig!" I yelled, and sank deep into his ass as my balls emptied. He was moaning, and I could tell he was cumming on the bed sheets beneath him. I gently mixed my load around with my softening cock, then pulled out and saw his beautiful hairy cunt, covered in my seed. I pushed what I could inside of him, then lay back down on the bed. We slept until lunch, and then repeated the breeding a second time. To encourage him to keep taking my loads, I gave him an old biohazard t-shirt I have, telling him to wear it with pride, and to come back soon cuz I definitely want to be the one to knock him up.

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

Well done "ButtB4iGo".... This story deserves to be brought back to the front!!!... wouldn't everybody agree?

I think what I like about your writing is how many of your characters are living in isolation and feeling socially awkward due to being gay, and longing to give their love to somebody , and many of the protagonists are individuals who society deems socially unacceptable or unlovable. I relate to both .... growing up in the midwest in the 70s I felt isolated and out of place due to being different (I didn't know what homosexuality or being gay was because it was not openly talked about, the internet did not exist, and being labeled gay or a homo was the worst insult -- even though some of the same guys telling me it was a bad thing were the same ones having me suck them off or were fucking me). After my first partner died of AIDS in 92 and I returned to the midwest, many assumed I was also positive and those who knew I was negative told me not to talk about my dead lover if I even wanted to get laid again. Due to the stigma many of those with HIV/AIDS faced I started having sex only with those who were positive, not because I was a chaser, but many of them were deemed unlovable by others. I wanted to show them they were not and they were not alone. In other words, I love your writing and can relate to the complexities of your characters.

PART 7 About five more old men fucked me and thoroughly bred my ass that early morning after Hank unloaded inside me. When everyone was gone, I slept for a couple of hours, cum covering and leaking out my hole; my white jock torn and drenched. I took a shower in that motel room and marveled at the ache in my hole as I stood under the water. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve taken up my ass. After getting dressed, I walked out the motel door. My hole felt bruised, but I was reminded with every step of the many cocks and cum loads my hole took the night before. It’s been a week since that night and Hank hasn’t texted, and neither has Phil. So I took down my profile from the safe-sex website, and logged on to BarebackFuckers.com when I could, to see if there were any men wanting to fuck me. Many of the men who fucked me in the motel “buddied” me with messages like, “Your ass still sore, boy?” and “Can I bare fuck that perfect jock butt of yours again?” Knowing that I’d want these men again, I kept my replies short and sweet: “Yep. Still sore. Thanks” and “Yes, sir. Let’s schedule a time.” I publicly buddied these men back with the relationship designated as “Fuckbuddies” on every one. With that, it seemed, many of their top friends wanted in on breaking in my butt. Leon wrote me a message. “It’s game day, jock boy. Are you going to get in my car after your game? I’ll take you to my place where I’ll undo your pants and bend you over and bareback your hole through your jockstrap again. Leave you with another of my loads deep inside. I can drive you to your team’s bar afterwards. $1,000. You’ll have a load up your butt and wad in your pocket.” I laughed and answered the message. “Sure thing, Leon. I’m all in. $1,000. I’ll meet you at your car after the game. The coach usually gives a pep talk afterward, but it shouldn’t take too long.” It was almost 12:30 when I met up with Leon at his car. We had won, and I was eager to celebrate with Leon’s large raw cock up my butt. He unlocked the passenger’s side door and I got in. The old man immediately perved over me in my uniform. He put his hand over my crotch and felt the mound of my protective cup. He knocked on it and smiled, hearing the thud of hard plastic, before reaching into my pants to pull the cup out and throw it to the floor. As we drove, he rubbed my hard cock through the polyester/lycra baseball pants. My precum, having saturated my jock pouch, created a wet spot on the the front of my white pants. When we pulled into Leon’s garage, he closed the door and immediate put his face in my crotch. He put the wet spot on my baseball pants into his mouth and began sucking. My cockhead felt the heat of Leon’s mouth through the fabric and my cock only pushed harder against the fabric to feel Leon’s mouth. As my hardon strained against the fabric, I forced more precum into the jock pouch and pants, wanting Leon to feed off of my young sperm. But, ultimately, it wasn’t my cock that Leon wanted. “Get out and lean against the hood,” he demanded. My pants were already unsnapped and unzipped. So, I got out and leaned over the hood of the car on the passenger’s side. Leon walked around the car and positioned himself behind me. His hands explored my ass through the uniform. “Fuck, I can’t believe I get to have this ass again.” I felt Leon pull down my pants slide a finger up my hole. He pulled the finger out and heard him open a canister behind me. He inserted two fingers into my hole with something cool and slick. “That’s Crisco I’m lubing you with. That’s what we used to use in the olden days.” He worked his fingers inside me for about a minute before withdrawing. “Your butt looks amazing in a jock. And that hole—that perfect, pink hole of yours. I’ll bet it’s pink, tight and happy because it’s still neg. But, you want my cock bad, don’t you, boy?” Leon put a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to breathe in. As I did, Leon talked some more. “Yeah, that’s right my MVP shortstop. You want nothing more than for old Leon to fuck his poz pole into your neg jock hole, don’t you?” The poppers might be something special because I was flying in no time. “Yes, sir.” “Say you want my poz cock.” “I want it. I want your poz cock inside me.” He held the poppers under my nose longer. “Do you want me to put on a rubber? That could be fun.” I thought: But, the Crisco would break the condom. Ohhhh! Leon wants to “stealth” me. Flying on poppers, I managed to say, “Fuck my hole, Leon! Make sure to put on a condom. I’m neg!” “That’s what I like to hear. Hot neg jock boys who want poz daddies to lube them up and put on condoms.” I could hear a condom being taken out of its package. A few seconds later, I could feel Leon’s latex sheathed cock rubbing my hole. He took my hand and forced me to fell the rubber on his cock. “See! All safe.” He slammed it against my hole a few times then entered it, roughly. He pushed all the way into me to bottom out in my guts. “Ahhhhh!” I yelled. Leon once again pushed my head down onto the hood of the car as he mounted my hole. “FUUUUCK that’s big!” “Just wait a bit, Adam, you’ll loosen up for me.” Leon then started long-dicking me with his massive meat. “Stay still and let daddy fuck up that cute boy hole. Hit the poppers again if you need to. I’m taking this hole.” “Fuck!” I grabbed the brown bottle again and hit off it until my whole body tingled with warmth. I could feel Leon ram fucking my ass with his giant cock, but it didn’t hurt so much now. He fucked me like that for 10 minutes, deep drilling me, pushing my legs farther apart to the point that I heard my uniform pants zipper stretch and rip between my knees. Fuck this is hot! Leon pulled out a few times to punch my hole with his cockhead as he reentered me, grunting. He kept his hand on the back of my neck as he fucked me. “Stay still, boy, while I fuck you. I want to bruise up that pink hole of yours so that you’ll feel me all week.” He continued using his cockhead to bust my hole open roughly. I could sense Leon getting close as his grip on the nape of my neck tightened. I used my ass muscles to try to get more of his cock inside me. I heard a snap. “Adam. You’re neg, right?” “Yes, sir” Leon pulled out for a few seconds, doing something with the rubber and pushed back in with a grunt. “Okay, I’m close.” Leon began fucking me hard and fast. “But the condom fucking broke, kid. Sorry, but you gave me this sweet jock ass to use! I’m fucking you raw now. No rubber between us. No safety. You feel my bare cock inside you, Adam? You like it, don’t you!” “Fuck!” “So fuckin hot! I’m gonna fucking charge your hole, Adam.” I struggled under his strong arm but not a lot. I continued to milk his cock with my ass muscles trying to get him to unload. “I’m gonna fucking unload my poz nut up your neg butt, jock boy! BE STILL!” Leon bucked hard into my ass and I soon felt his cock swell and a powerful burst of hot fluid flood me. “MMMnd! Yeah, boy! Take that poz load up that sweet pink hole.” Again more volleys of Leon’s poz cum shot deep inside my rectum. Leon had my head pushed down hard again the hood as he finished off and slipped out of my hole. “Fuck yeah, boy! You took my load like a pro. Get in the car.” I turned around and saw Leon’s major piece of daddy meat covered in Crisco and cum. The broken condom was just a rolled ring of latex at the bottom Leon’s shaft. I pulled up my pants, tucked in my jersey and rebelted my softball uniform and got back into the passenger’s seat. Without cleaning up or removing the condom, Leon pulled up his pants, tucked and buckled, and got into the driver’s seat. Leon gave me one thousand dollars in an envelope and dropped me off at the bar where my team celebrates their wins. “Till next time, boy?” he asked while checking out some of my drunk teammates. “Any time, sir.”

I go to GI JOE bathhouse in Montréal, and usually what i like to do is to fuck many holes, love to go from holes to holes , even better if the hole is already loaded, and mixing the cum from holes to holes. love also to rim and taste the load . Usually in a night i will fuck between 6 and 12 different asses and i will load 2 to 5 asses ( im a multi-cummer ) will also go to the backroom and gloryholes between the fucks to suck and swallow loads and get sucked . Sometimes i will also take full condoms with me ( i jerk off at home and cum in condoms and keep it in the freezer ) , and i will use it on btms, will rim his ass with my cum on it and then use it as lube to fuck him . I guess im a pig :-)

In Spain here, and PrEP is still largely unknown in the gay community, even by those people who frequent the gay venues. Main factor, like in the UK, is there is no official approval or way to get it from the healthcare system, and because of that, there is no effort to promote it (why promote something that is not available?) There's obviously quite a bit of underground/worth of mouth/generic imports movement going on, but it's no substitute for full blown promotion campaigns that come once a protocol has been officially approved. And it won't happen until we get PrEP the right way.

Part 6 The sperm that now filled my rectum needed to make room for my new anonymous invader. His cock was big, and I could feel more jizz streaming down my ball sac as the man’s cock rammed into me. Poz9in continued his oral assault on my dick while pushing my right leg higher off the bed to make both my dick shaft more accessible to him, and my open hole more assessable to the rest of the old men in the room. I was still flying on the poppers Poz9in made me hit as I thought about my journey going from safe-only condom sex to a bareback poz cum dump in only a matter of 20 days. I have lost count now of how many men have bred me in the past three weeks, with more than half of those loads coming from unknown sources. As the large cocked man pummeled my hole, he whispered in my ear: “I giving you my precum right now. If you only knew how badly I’ve been wanting to bareback your jock bubble butt, my little shortstop tease. Leave my load way up inside.” Then I felt his cock harden even more up my rectum. Hearing that deep voice and dirty talk made me precum, too. And I jerked as Poz9in lapped it off my sensitive dickhead. “God you taste sweet, boy!” I thought again about what my past boyfriends would think if they knew what I was doing right now. They were all neg, and even so, I never let them bareback me—I thought I was being good and responsible by taking that precaution. But I’m young and hot looking. And I now know that I need men to use me while I am fresh, young and hot. The man topping me was fucking me harder now, his hand had a fistful of my hair and he was pushing my head against the bed. He whispered, “I’m gonna flood that hole good, boy. Here it comes.” The man pushed harder on my head as he pushed into my hole all the way. I was clinching my hole trying to help him get farther inside me when I felt his cock erupt in my guts, about 7 warm volleys of sperm. After he finished unloading, he furiously fucked me hard. His cock was sensitive after cumming, so he was loudly grunting and yelling that he wanted to fuck his baby batter into me good. When he was finished, he told me that he wants to start fucking and breeding me after my games while I was still in my uniform. “You can still meet up with the team at the bar after, but you’ll be loaded up with my cum.” I nodded in compliance. He told me that his name was Leon and that he’d leave his number in my jeans pocket. “I’ll even pay you for the use of that nice hole.” I nodded and said, “yes.” When he pulled his cock and got off the bed, I looked up at him. He was that large, bald older man, about mid-60s, that the team always saw lusting in the stands at our games. He had a kind of odd face, not handsome but masculine with a short dark beard and a glass eye. But now that I have felt his large meat inside me, I know I will give up my hole to him again after the ball games—especially for cash! Poz9in was listening as he used his tongue and lips on my cock, trying to coax more of my young sweet cum out it. I felt cool air hit my shaft as he pulled off and offered his help if the man was interested in double teaming my hole. Leon said “Maybe,” and that they could chat more about that on the bareback website. Poz9in went back to sucking my dick and pushing my legs apart to show the other old men my exposed hole, open for use. I wondered if Hank knew what he had gotten me into tonight… if he intended for so many men to use my hole in this motel room. I then felt someone place a small cylinder just inside my hole, like the lube shooter Phil liked to use on me to fill me with his collected sperm. “Look at my good little cumdump.” It was Hank's voice. “I got some special donations from the bar after I told the men there what I was doing with you tonight. They all want to meet you at the bathhouse when I take you there for the first time. Hank pushed on the plunger and I felt as more anonymous sperm entered my rectum. “That’s about 10 loads right there.” “Fuck! Yeah!” The other men in the room loved that. As I felt my hole flood, I ejaculated hard into Poz9in’s mouth. Poz9in mumbled something and then positioned his mouth on the tip of my dick while milking my shaft with his hand. More of my sperm spilled onto his tongue. I could hear him swallow. “Damn that’s good!” he said, my cock still hard in his mouth. I then felt Hank’s cold PA rub up and down on my hole. “You been taking more poz dick tonight, Adam?” “Yes, sir,” I replied jumpily, as Poz9in continued to work his mouth on my sensitive dick head. Poz9in pulled off of my dick and reported to Hank, “Just like we talked about, Hank. He’s been taking all loads up the ass tonight. According to the site’s party page, about half the tops here tonight were poz. Were you here to see the boy get double penetrated by that poz couple. They troll the safe-only site to find hot guys to stealth fuck. They came here specifically to poz up their dream boy. That was HOT!” I heard Hank chuckle as he pushed his PA directly against my hole and push. “So fuckin’ hot.”

I agree. So many have no idea what PrEP is. Its amazing. With 1 daily pill I can fuck my brains out and really not have to worry about getting HIV. I just don't want to deal with the hassle of it all. I'm a terrible patient and dealing with all those doctors visits..no thanks. I spread the word because there is nothing like fucking bareback and I won't use condoms for anyone. Also, I make sure they know I DON"T PULL OUT! Cum deep and as much as possible..Just my 2 cents!

Part 7 Mitch lay face down on the bed while the new man pounded into his muscular ass, moaning as he took the strangers cock. Coach grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up. "Get a close up of the faggot quarterbacks face!" he ordered me. I turned the camera on Mitch's beautiful face, his blue eyes glazed in lust, his mouth gaping open as he moaned loudly. "Look at the camera whore!" he demanded Mitch. "Show me how much you love being whored out. How much you like cock in your fag hole!" Mitch just grunted as he was plowed deep and hard. Soon the man was pumping another load of cum deep inside Mitch's perfect, young ass. Coach just smiled as he made another notch on Mitch's load tally. The man pulled out of the wet hole and stuck his cum covered cock in Mitch's mouth, forcing him to clean it off. Then without a word he left. The next two men arrived shortly and wasted no time putting the jock to use. One guy sat on Mitch's face, planting his hairy hole firmly on the quarterbacks mouth while he held his ankles in the air. The other guy rammed his hardon right up his exposed hole, causing Mitch gasp and fight for air as the first guy ground himself into Mitch's mouth. Coach noticed Mitch's rock hard cock straining in his sweaty jockstrap and laughed. "Looks like my whore REALLY enjoys the treatment he's getting! I guess tonight won't be his only working night! Maybe I should sell his sevices to some opposing players! Im sure there would be guys lining up to humiliate him!" Mitch just shuddered as another load was dumped into him. Thats how the night went. Man after man showed up for their chance to fuck a prime piece of college jock. Some guys spanked him, slapped him, spit on him. His nipples were pinched and abused. His throat and ass were raped mercilessly, and many loads were pumped into him. A couple times my face was pushed into his stretched out sloppy hole as I was forced to suck out the cum. Coach just watched while I filmed it all. By the end of the night Mitch was a worn out mess. Cum dried in his hair and on his face. Copious amounts dripped out of his flaming, red hole. The tally on his back reached 27. As Mitch lay on the bed, completely fucked out,coach climbed between his legs and lifted them in the air, sliding his hard, black cock into the teenagers thoroughly busted ass. Mitch just moaned in pain at this final intrusion. "You were a good whore tonight boy! The men were all pleased." coach said as he spit into Mitch's open mouth. "I told your boyfriend you would be fucked senseless tonight. You wont be walking right for a few days!" Mitch just grunted as he was pounded hard one last time. "Jerk off boy!" coach ordered him. "I know you want to cum! Your are a pathetic fag, born to serve men. Prove it. Shoot your load queer!" An exhausted Mitch grabbed his thick 9 inches and stroked, quickly shooting a huge load all over his chest and stomach while his ass muscles clenched around coach's throbbing dick, sucking one more load deep in his burning ass. "Ohhh fuck boy! You slut! Take it! Thats number 28! You are now an official cumdump!" After he came, coach pulled out and gathered his belongings, taking the camera from me. "You can stay here, the room is paid for till 11 am. Don't check out late or else!" With that, coach left. I got a hot washcloth and started cleaning Mitch off, wiping the dried cum as best I could. He just lay there, unmoving. "Cole," he finally started, "coach is right. I enjoyed it. Why am I so fucked up?" "Shh...don't talk, just rest." "I know you liked it too. Every time I looked at you, you were hard. You liked watching me be a whore." I blushed, not knowing what to say exactly. "It's ok," he whispered. "I don't blame you." He pulled me into him and started kissing me. "Fuck me Cole, I want you to give me one last load. Your load." I couldn't resist the man I loved and gently inserted my hard cock into his abused, cum filled hole. "Don't be gentle man!" he said with renewed energy. "Fuck me dude! I can take it! Coach may think I'm his whore, but it's you I care about." I gave him what he asked for, kissing him passionately while I pounded his loose, wet hole, quickly adding one last load into his sucking ass. "I love you." I whispered as we drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

Part 5 We froze. I could feel Mitch's heart pound in his chest. I instantly felt bad for him. He had so much to lose. Me, I was a nobody, but Mitch could have his whole life ruined right now. I got out from between Mitch's legs, my cock pulling out of his ass, dragging some cum with it. Even though we had been caught, I still tried to cover myself and so did Mitch. From the corner walked a man I didn't immediately recognize. Mitch obviously did as all the blood drained from his face. "Do you want to tell your "friend" who I am, Miller?" the man said. Mitch just stayed silent. "I'm assistant coach Jenkins." he said, looking at me. "You boys are in some deep shit." "Coach...." Mitch started. "Shut up!" He demanded. "You think you can do what you want Miller? You think you're so goddamn special you can just come in here whenever you want so your boyfriend can Fuck you? Does the team know you're a faggot Miller?" "I....I'm not a," "SHUT UP! I know what I saw! You were taking it up the ass like a queer! And you were loving it!" Mitch's eyes welled up with tears and my heart broke for him. "Coach..I...." "I won't tell you again to SHUT UP!" Coach Jenkins walked up to Mitch and stood in his face. "It seems I have the upper hand. You see boy, you seem to forget that nowdays everybody has a camera with them at all times. I saw some lights on in here and came to investigate, and I could hear you boys. So I snuck in to see you on your back, legs spread like a whore, moaning while your boyfriend cornholed you. And I got pictures to prove it." A tear rolled down Mitch's cheek as he realized how fucked he was. "Now here's the thing. I can keep a secret. You're lucky I was the one who caught you. Had another coach caught you, he would have strung you up. But my secret keeping comes at a price." "Yes coach.....whatever you want." "Damn right whatever I want. Now it just so happens I like a nice piece of ass, and you're going to give it too me." Mitch's jaw dropped as he realized what exactly was about to happen. But he didn't say a word. Coach Jenkins started to unbuckle his pants as he said, "take off your gear boy." Mitch nervously removed his pads, cleats, and jockstrap, and stood naked in front of his assistant coach, his face flushing with shame. "Suck me boy!" He said as he dropped his pants and underwear revealing a large, black cock. "I've never sucked a cock..." he started to say. Which is true, he never sucked mine. "DO IT BOY!" Coach Jenkins ordered him. Mitch sank to his knees, trembeling as he took a cock into his mouth for the first time. "Good boy. That's it, suck it boy, get it good and wet." Mitch slobbered on the coaches cock, trying to fit it in his mouth. As the coaches cock grew, I could tell it was larger than even Mitch's cock was. Mitch just tried his best to get it wet. Coach pulled it out of his mouth and said, "get on the bench!" Mitch obediently laid back as the coach moved between his legs. I could see the fear in Mitch's eyes as coach lined his big cock up to the pink hole that leaked a little of my cum. Coach gripped his cock and started to force the head into Mitch's hole. Mitch took a deep breath and grimaced as the coach popped his head past the anal ring. He held it still for a moment, then started to slide all the way in. Mitch continued to breath deep as the coach buried what had to be 10 inches in the tight, pink hole. "Oh yea...." groaned the coach. "Been a long time since I had a nice piece of ass! You've got a nice one Miller!" With that he started to slowly Fuck in and out of Mitch. My cum load provided lube, and soon the coach was sliding his full length in and out, from tip to balls. Mitch started moaning as the coach fucked him. "On yea boy. I knew you'd like my cock. Looks like football isn't your only talent!" I just stood there mesmerized at the spectical in front of me. I couldn't believe how hot it was to watch the man I loved taking a big, black cock, and loving it. To watch that big pole slide in and out, while extasy covered his beautiful face made my own cock rock hard. I wasn't even jealous. I was loving what I was seeing. "Tell me boy." said the coach. "Tell me how much you love it." "Oh God coach. Fuck me. I fucking love it. Give me your big cock!" The coach, encouraged, increased his pace and was soon pounding Mitch's hole as hard as he could. "Take it boy! Take my big black cock like a whore!" "FUCK ME!!" yelled Mitch. "Fuck that hole coach!" "Oh yea boy! Fuckin great pussy! I'm gonna have to fuck it more often. Fuckin great quarterback pussy! I'm cumming boy! Take it whore!" "Give it to me! Give me all you've got! Fill me up!" With that the coach let out a howl and went rigid as he pumped my man full of his cum. He must have cum gallons as I could see cum leaking out down his balls. Coach pulled out of Mitch and wiped his cock off on Mitch's shorts. "Now get out of here boys! And Miller, I'll let you know next time I want a piece of that ass." "Yes coach." Mitch said as we quickly dressed and left the locker room. We walked back to the house in silence, neither of us sure what to say. When we got home I just went to my room and Mitch went to his. It wasn't long before I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and Mitch walked in and sat on my bed. I just sat next to him. "Cole," he began, "I liked it. A lot. I don't know man. Am I gay, or what?" I just looked at him. "I don't know if it's as simple as that. I'm gay. I know that. But maybe you're bi. Or just having fun. Don't sweat it man. You'll figure it out. Just do what feels good." With that, Mitch started kissing me and pulling out clothes off. "I saw how turned on you were as he was fucking me. Did you like watching?" "Yes I did Mitch. It was so hot to see his cock sliding in and out of you, and you enjoying it." "I did enjoy it, it felt awesome. But you know what? As great as it felt, it wasn't you. I like you." My heart almost burst as we kissed passionately and he pulled me into him. My cock quickly found his hole. His wet, well fucked hole, and I eagerly slipped it inside him while he moaned into my mouth. He wrapped his arms and legs around me, engulphing me in his large, muscular frame as I plowed his cum filled hole. Soon I was pumping another load of cum into the quarterback, MY quarterback, as his cock shot off between us, coating our chests and stomachs. After we had calmed down, I went to grab something to wipe us off. " Leave it." Mitch said. "I want it to dry on us while we sleep." He just wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as we drifted off.

I didn't see Mitch at all the next day, until dinner, which was fine by me because even though he left that note, I was still nervous at the thought of being confronted by him. I had just sat down at the dinner table when he strolled into the dining room. He had just gotten back from practice and looked sweaty. He must not have showered afterward. He was wearing a muscle shirt that was split down the sides all the way to his waist, showing off not only those perfect arms, but his ribcage and tapered waist. His basketball shorts hugged his perfect globe ass, clinging to the mounds almost like a second skin, revealing the cleft between his cheeks that had soaked up some of his sweat. The piece de resistance was the flip-flops on his feet, displaying those glorious size 13's. He couldn't have looked hotter if he was buck naked. He casually winked at me as he gave his balls a little scratch on his way into the kitchen to get his dinner. My heart skipped a beat. Returning with a plate mounded with food, he sat directly opposite of me. I got a big whiff of his musky scent as he reached for the salt and pepper. My mouth kind of went dry and I gulped down some water, trying not to look directly at his divine awesomness. The guys were all talking about the toga party, who fucked who, who struck out, which bitches were the sluttiest, the usual guy talk. I had just taken a big mouthful of food when suddenly I felt a foot right on my crotch. I choked from shock and spit my food onto my plate. "You ok man?" Mitch asked, looking right at me. "Yea, yea." I sputtered, grabbing my water. I just swallowed wrong. "Well lets hope you don't swallow wrong again." he said as he ground his toes into my cock. "We wouldn't want you...choking." I flushed bright red as he removed his foot from my groin. God Damn he was going to fuck with my head! I guess that's payback for me fucking him. I looked at my brothers to see if anyone had noticed, but they were oblivious. Thank God. I just quickly finished my dinner and left the table, heading out to the library. I was sitting in a cubicle, immersed in my biology text book when someone sat in the one next to me. Glancing down I recognized Mitch's feet and my heart lept into my throat. "Hey buddy," he said as he reached across my cubicle for my backpack on the shelf. His arm pit was inches from my face, and he moved extra slow, making sure I got a good, long sniff. "You got an extra highliter in there? I seem to have forgotten one." He settled back into his seat and started studying. I was done. There was NO way I could concentrate for one second on my textbook with my sweaty Nordic god sitting next to me. I just stared blankly at the pages. I should have just left, but I was caught in his mesmerising web. Every few minutes he would stretch his arms, giving me a new, fresh whiff of his pits. After an hour I could take no more. "Well I'm done for the night." I said, packing up my stuff. "See you back at the house." "Oh you will." he said as I walked away. Thank God he couldn't see the erection I was getting. Back at the house I tried to watch some t.v. to clear my mind. But all I could see was Mitch. After a while he came back and went up to his room. After a while, I went up to my own room and went to bed. I took out Mitch's jockstrap. It was still moist from the load I had added to it last night. I held it over my nose and breathed deep while I jerked my cock to an explosive orgasm. I drifted off to sleep still holding my prized possession. I was startled out of my sleep by a hand across my mouth and a large body on top of mine. "Shhhhhh......it's Ok Cole. Its just me." Mitch whispered in my ear. "Don't wake the guys up!" "What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered back. "I think you know! I'm getting payback for last night!" That's when I realized we both were naked, and I didn't care. Whatever my God wanted, he'd get. "Get down there and suck my cock!" I didn't have to be told twice! He was already hard and I had to spread my mouth wide to take his monster in me. And he wasn't being gentle. He forced it down into my throat, gagging me. Past my tonsils he pushed it while I choked and sputtered. "Take it fucker! Choke on it bitch! You took what you wanted last night, tonight it's my turn!" He pushed the back of my head down as hard as he could until my nose was buried in his pubes. I couldn't breath as he stayed buried to the hilt. Finally when I thought I would pass out, he let me up for air. I gulped and gasped before he forced his huge cock back down my throat. He kept that up, waiting till I ran out of air, then letting me breath, then burying his dick deep in my throat. "Fuck yea faggot. This is want you want isn't it? You want my cock choking you! Well take it bitch!" He was right. This WAS what I wanted! I didn't care how, I was taking his magnificent cock. I knew at that moment I would do ANYTHING for him. He started fucking my throat faster and I knew he was close. "Oh fuck dude......I'm gonna fucking cum! Take it bitch. Fuckin swallow it!" He pumped a big load down my throat and I swallowed it down as the golden nector it was. He didn't pull out until he had squirted every last drop. "Fuck man.....that was good. You suck a good cock! You must have had practice." He said collapsing on the bed. "Don't think were done bitch, that was just the first one!" He grabbed my head and shoved it into his pit. I didn't need to be told what to do. I started rutting like a pig, sniffing and licking his stench, and loving it. He moved me to his other pit which I cleaned with just as much vigor. If he thought he was trying to humiliate me, well he just didn t get my level of admiration for him. I was now his bitch whenever he wanted it. Pulling me out of his pit, he moved his body so his ass was over my face. He planted his sweaty, hairy crack on my nose and I went bat shit crazy! I feasted on his funk like a starving Ethiopian! I licked, I smelled, I sucked every inch of his sweaty jock ass. His asshole was the best part, all moist and dank. I felt a tinge of sadness when he finally pulled off. I could have died happy there. Without a word, he just pushed my knees to my chest and spit on my hole a few times. Then he lined up his cock and slowly pushed it in me. Oh God it hurt so had! But I didn't want him to stop. If this is what he wanted, I would give it to him. He covered my mouth with his hand to silence any sounds I made, and pushed his cock in me balls deep. I was breathing fast and shallow as I tried to relax my ass. He gave me a minute to adjust, then started to fuck me. "Oh fuck!" He exclaimed. "This is WAY better than a pussy! So tight! Fuck yea! Squeeze my cock bitch!" I felt so proud that I was pleasing him that I milked his cock as hard as I could, despite any pain I felt as his fat 9 inches plundered my hole. He fucked me non stop for 20 minutes. I just wrapped my arms and legs around him, never wanting to let him go. "Here it comes bitch!" He finally said. "Take my cum. I know it's what you want! Take it all you faggot!" He went ridged as he buried himself as deep as he could. I could feel his cock pulse deep in me as he shot spurt after spurt of his hot cum deep in my bowels. Then he surprised me by grabbing my own rock hard cock and jerking it. "Cum for me baby." he said almost tenderly. "Chm for the quarterback. Do it!" I shot a huge load all over our chests and his hand. When I had finished he fed me my cum, cleaning it all off of us. Then he surprised me again and planted his lips on mine and tongued my mouth as he pulled his spent cock out of my ass. "Damn that was good." he said as he pulled his shorts on. "See you tomorrow night, bitch." he grinned as he left my room. I just drifted off to sleep.....contented.

Part 3. My Brother's Wrath That weekend, I just let myself enjoy the wild ride that Antoine and his crew were giving me. They kept alternating slams of Tina with doses of GHB and ketamine, and I kept passing in and out of consciousness, waking up one minute to the excruciatingly pleasurable feeling of the Masters double-penetrating me, falling asleep the next to the sensation of Antoine slapping my ass as he fucked me from behind, then waking up again with a blindfold over my face as I was getting pounded by one of Antoine's many lieutenants, and so on. Antoine wouldn't let me see any of his lieutenants' faces, or tell me how many of his crew had fucked me over the weekend, because he wanted me to remember that he could always get to me--anywhere, anytime. "If you tell anyone about what we did this weekend, baby," he whispered in my ear one night, "I'll know; and when you're least expecting it, I'll have one of my boys come up behind you, knock you out, and rip your asshole open with a knife and leave you bleeding to death." His tone, so serious but matter-of-fact, made me shiver--although I have to admit, it also made my puny little boy cock harder than it's ever been. Late on Sunday night, after nearly 48 continuous hours of partying and fucking, I finally found my way back to Jack's house. I was exhausted, but strangely calm and contented in a way that only a whiteboy whose cunt has been repeatedly owned and used by a black master can understand. I could feel the last few gifts of cum from Antoine's crew leaking out of my ass as I walked up to the front door. The entire house was pitch black. Figuring my brother had already gone to bed, I quietly made my way up the stairs and tiptoed past my brother's bedroom to my room. But just as I was thinking, "I'm safe," I tripped over something in the dark and landed on the floor with a loud thud. "Oof!" I groaned from the shock and pain. I heard a soft click, and the lights came on. Still lying on the ground, I looked up--and there, sitting on my bed in nothing but his underwear, was my eldest brother Jack. For a split second, neither of us said anything. But as I started pushing myself off the ground, Jack spoke. "Stay down, boy," he said in his deep, commanding voice, "stay down on the ground, where you belong." And for some reason, even though I had been disobeying and disrespecting Jack ever since I moved in with him, this time I did what I was told. I stayed on the ground, face down, and waited to see what he would do next. I heard the bedsprings groan as his hulking, 6'4", 260-pound body got off the bed. He came and stood over me, his enormous size-16 feet on either side of my head, his massive frame casting the room in shadow. "What the fuck is this?" I heard him say as he reached over and ran his hand over the back of my pants, still damp and reeking of ni#%a cum. I didn't know what to say. Then I heard him sniff his hand. "Is this what I fucking think it is?!?" he shouted, in a booming voice so loud I worried that he might wake our neighbors. He grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me up in one swift motion, as if I weighed nothing. I was standing up now, face-to-face (or more like face-to-chest) with Jack, and what I saw frightened me--bright red face, teeth bared, and seething with anger, the veins in his neck and temples pulsing with hot fiery Mediterranean blood. And I could smell him, standing so close to me in nothing but his underwear--his hairy, muscular body radiated a powerful, musky scent that filled my nostrils. I suddenly felt weak and a bit dizzy. He pulled me closer, until his face was just inches away from mine. "What the fuck have you been doing, you little shit?!" he barked, "is this what you are now? A faggot whore leaking men's cum outta his ass? Is this what you want, huh? Is this what you want?!" And at that moment, for some reason I still can't explain, I did the unthinkable. Whether it was because Antoine had just shown me how good it feels to submit to another man, or because Jack's masculine scent, which I'd never experienced before, was overpowering my senses, I replied, "Yes, Jack, that's exactly what I want." What happened next is kind of a blur. After Jack punched me in the head, all I can remember is a series of disjointed images and sounds--of Jack yelling, of me crying and begging him to stop, of tears streaming down Jack's face, of white flashes of pain as he landed blow after blow. Thankfully, mercifully, I eventually passed out. --- When I regained consciousness, the first thing I noticed was that the pain was gone. I could remember the beating I'd gotten from my brother, and I couldn't help but wonder why I wasn't feeling any pain. In fact, I felt pretty good. I opened my eyes, and what I saw confused me even more. Antoine was sitting on top of me, with a leather strap and a syringe in his hands, and a weird expression on his face--one that I'd never seen before. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took another look at his face, and I realized that the expression I was seeing was one of fear--of pure, unadulterated fear. I turned my head and looked around the room, trying to figure out what was going on. I was lying on my own bed, in my own bedroom, and all the lights were on. I then noticed, for the first time, the black nylon rope tied around my wrists and ankles, and also tied around Antoine's neck and wrists. And finally, in the corner, I saw the giant--a muscular, hairy hulk of a man, sitting on my chair completely naked, with an enormous, almost savage-looking hard-on, and wearing a black ski mask. It took me a few seconds to realize that this giant of a man was my brother Jack. "So this is what you were up to all weekend," he said in a disgusted tone, "letting some ni#%a shoot you full of drugs and rape you over and over again." He stood up. I could now see that he was holding a large butcher's knife. He walked over to the bed and grabbed the top of Antoine's head with one impossibly large hand and brought the knife up to Antoine's throat with the other. "And this worthless little shit was more than happy to supply all the drugs and ni#%a cock that you wanted," he said as Antoine's body started shaking above me, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Well, if that's what you want, little bro, then that's exactly what you're going to get," he said. "Anyone could see that Mom and Pops were spoiling you in their old age, always letting you get away with murder," he continued, "but back when we were growing up, they didn't tolerate any bullshit from the kids. Pops, especially. And when he caught me smoking a cigarette in seventh grade, he dragged my sorry ass to the kitchen table and made me smoke an entire carton of cigarettes, and even when I was puking my guts out and begging him to stop, he kept lighting one right after another, for almost the entire day, until I had finished the whole carton." Jack laughed. "And that's exactly how I'm going to teach you, little brother, how not to become a faggot." He turned and walked toward the bedroom door. "If it's big black men that you want," he said, "then that's what you're going to get." "And by men, I mean real men," he said, "not this prepubescent little street kid you let fuck you." He turned around, and with a dramatic flourish, he opened the door. Even in my drugged, hazy state of mind, when I saw the size of the men walking through my bedroom door, I immediately knew that I was in trouble. Antoine and his crew were big, yes, but these men were in another class altogether. If Antoine's crew had been a college basketball team, then this was the NBA. The NBA All-Stars. And I was going to get raped by all of them. To be continued.

saw this recent pic of Jared. Still a hottie.

I love it when the top dumps his load deep in my ass as much as love getting his cum in my mouth. When I'm out looking for loads I always try and get as many loads in my mouth as in my ass. Also I definitely want to suck the tops cock clean after his dumped his load up my ass. That is definitely the best for me the taste of all that different cum and my own ass is absolute bliss

I love to swallow loads. But I like getting loads in my ass even better.