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Part 61 - Sauna Rendezvous Ric sat in the storage room between Joe and Kyle. He leaned over and kissed Joe and then turned and kissed Kyle. “Thanks guys, that was really hot. I think I should get back to the pool, though” Ric said. “Yeah and I don’t want to get surprised in here again” Joe replied. The three put their clothes back on and walked out of the storage room. They walked into the main wrestling room and stopped at the trophy case by the door. Ric looked around and found six trophies from the past couple years that had a name Joe on them. “Are these yours?” He asked. “Yeah. It seems that it doesn’t matter how good you are if the coaches are fag haters you’ll get booted. I’m surprised they haven’t taken them out and pitched them” Joe said. They got back to the pool area and then sat down where Ric was earlier. “Any idea what you’re going to do when you graduate?” Joe asked Ric. “I’ve been accepted here at State and a few other schools. Part of me thinks that this is too close to home, though” Ric said. “It depends on your relationship with your parents. Yours is much better than mine. It’s still good to move away and be your own person. You’ve changed a lot since I met you. You’re more confident and get laid a lot more” Joe said with a laugh. Ric laughed along with Joe. “Yeah and I owe it all to you. You really don’t know how much I appreciate what you did. It may have been a job, but you could have taken the easy way out and just fucked me and did nothing else. My mom is still pissed about the tattoo, by the way. It’s a good thing she hasn’t seen the other one” Ric said. “Its your body. You should do what you want to change it - hair, clothes, tattoos, piercings, STDs. Do what you want and not what others think you should do” Kyle said. “Yeah, I will. I want to get some more ink and…” Ric said, his voice trailing off. “And what?” Joe asked. “That piercing that Kyle has is so fucking hot. I couldn’t believe how good it felt when he was fucking me” Ric said. Kyle laughed. “The ladder? You were the first guy that got to experience it. It finally healed enough to fuck with and Joe was busy with some guy last night so I didn’t get a chance to fuck him with it yet” he said. “You know, that cock of yours would look really good with a ladder. I think your foreskin would make a PA uncomfortable. Maybe you can talk to Daryl about it.” “Hmm, thats a good idea. I’ve been wanting to get up here and have him pierce my nips. Maybe I can get the coach to drop me off tomorrow morning” Ric said. Ric tapped out a message and got a reply from Daryl only a minute later. “All set. Just gotta be there by 10” Ric said. “If you get a ladder, be sure your balls are empty tomorrow morning, you won’t be fucking for a few weeks until it heals” Kyle said. There was a short pause and then Joe said “State is a good school and you know a few people around here already. Unfortunately, we won’t be here in the fall. Kyle and I graduate at the end of the semester. What other schools did you get accepted to?” Ric’s face went blank. The smile disappeared and his head dropped. He never even considered that Joe would be graduating at the same time he was. “Damn, I was hoping that you would still be around here next year. I was leaning towards State. Do you know what you’re going to do?” Ric asked. “The asshole already has a job” Kyle piped in. “Yeah, I got a job from one of the job fairs here at school. I’m moving out to Silicon Valley in California after I graduate. It will be cool since I’ll be near my brother and he can help me get used to a completely new place” Joe said enthusiastically. “Oh?” Ric said, the smile quickly coming back. “One of the places I got accepted is in San Jose.” Joe chuckled. Ric continued “You don’t think it would be creepy if I I went out there, would you? I mean, I wouldn’t stalk you or anything but the thing that is keeping me from going there is that I wouldn’t know anyone within a thousand miles.” “Just remember what I told you earlier, Ric. If you’re cool with that, then no, it wouldn’t be creepy. Sometimes its good to be completely free to do what you want and a long distance can give you that freedom. You could even meet the guy who pozzed me up and therefore, you” Joe said. After chatting a while longer, Joe and Kyle left leaving Ric by himself again. He watched the swimmers and coaches, spending extra time with his eyes on both Spencer and Marcus. He wondered if Marcus would really stop by the hotel room but decided that there was little chance that he would be interested. The final whistle blew and the day’s swim sessions were now over. The team headed back to the hotel and the guys were all giving Ric a hard time about the mark on his neck. “Did you find a vampire?” followed by “that must have been a powerful vacuum that attacked you.” As they got out of the van, the coach said “Same routine as yesterday. Get some rest and we will meet for dinner at 7” Coach Adams went up to his room and showered and cleaned out. He was ready to head back down to the sauna and couldn’t figure out why he was nervous. He had hooked up with lot of guys before, but this one seemed different. He decided to skip the workout tonight and just get his sweat from the steam and Dennis’s cock. Dressed in workout gear, he headed down to the gym hoping he didn’t run into any of his swim team members like he did the day before. He got downstairs without spotting any of his team and walked through the gym quickly to avoid being seen by the two guys that were there working out. Once in the locker room he breathed a sigh of relief. After months of no dick to suck, let alone get fucked by, here he was being a total slut. His boyfriend understood - they had an agreement that whenever one was away, they could satisfy their needs elsewhere. The coach took his clothes off, stuffing them into a locker and grabbed a towel before walking over to the sauna. He opened the door and looked in. Two guys were already there, laying on their towels and enjoying the heat. He looked closer and one of the guys was the guy that he hooked up with at the bar. In a mild panic, the coach wasn’t sure what to do. It would look suspicious if he closed the door and went back to the locker room to wait for the manager. “Come on in, coach” said Corey. Coach Adams went in and took a seat back in the corner where Dennis had fucked him the day before. He looked over and Corey was leaning back with his eyes closed again. The other guy seemed to be a few years younger than Corey and had several tattoos that he could see. In the dim light he wasn’t sure what they were but he admired the athletic body that the guy had as well as the nice cock that was hanging between his legs. He thought he glimpsed something on the end of his cock but he wasn’t sure. He leaned back and felt the heat come over his body and he started to sweat. A few minutes later the door opened and the coach looked to see who it was. He hoped it wasn’t anyone from the swim camp or really, anyone other than Dennis. He was anxious to see Dennis and figure out where they could go for their carnal activities. Whoever it was, was holding the door open and letting some of the heat escape. He saw Corey nod and then Dennis walked in. He flipped the lock again and the coach looked back at Dennis. He didn’t want anyone else to see him get fucked. He guessed it would be ok if Corey saw, since they had fucked Thursday night, but the stranger he was concerned about. “Hi coach. I see you’re right on time. I guess that means you’re up for a repeat” Dennis said. The coach looked surprised and his body said he was very uneasy. “Uh… maybe” the coach said quietly. “Oh, don’t worry about these guys. I invited them along. Your ass is so good I wanted to share” Dennis said with a grin. “You’ve already met my boyfriend and this is a friend of ours… Dave” Dennis added. “Uh… I really don’t know. I don’t have a lot of time before I have to meet for dinner” the coach said nervously. “Already taken care of. The team knows you’ll be a little late. Now, who would you like to take first?” asked Dennis as he moved over closer to the coach. Joe stood up first and moved over next to Dennis and then Corey joined them. The three stood there looking at the coach, watching his eyes get bigger. The coach swallowed hard and looked back and forth. “Did he say boyfriend?” the coach asked himself. “Well?” asked Corey. “Uh… right to left, I guess” the coach said, pointing from his right to left - Corey, Joe, then Dennis. Corey smiled and kneeled on the lower bench and pushed the coach’s legs back, spreading his ass and started to lick the coach’s taint and then licked around the puckered hole. Sweat was dripping off the coach’s body already, adding a more intense salty flavor to the coach’s scent from the other night. Corey loved it and licked harder around the quivering hole. The coach closed his eyes and moaned as Corey started to probe with his tongue into the coach’s pussy. Several minutes passed and the coach was getting anxious to feel Corey’s shaft inside him again. Opening his eyes, the coach saw Dennis and Dave making out while stroking each other’s cock. He was jolted back to Corey when he felt two fingers push inside him. The coach clamped down tight around the fingers, letting Corey know he was ready to milk whatever went into his ass. Corey grinned and finger fucked some spit inside the coach’s hole. He added another glob of spit and twisted his fingers around inside, making one last attempt to stretch the coach’s sphincter open. Standing up, Corey folded the coach’s legs back and lined up his rigid cock, sliding into his hole. Corey’s face was only a short distance away from the coach’s and they locked eyes while Corey’s cock descended deeper into the coach. The coach breathed heavy, trying to relax. It had been a while since he had done group sex, but the last couple days had proven to him how badly he needed to get fucked. His boyfriend had fucked him almost every day before he left, leaving him sore and full of at least one load, but that was months ago. Corey’s cock was stretching him open as it slid in and out slowly. His cock got harder from the pain of a cock invading him with very little lube. It was a reminder that he was giving his ass up for another man to use as he pleased. The shaft inside him hit the spot, pressuring his prostate and causing his cock to start to ooze precum over his stomach. Each stroke Corey gave him got harder until the pain had vanished and he was in the zone. Corey’s cock thrust into him hard, picking up where they had left off two nights earlier. Their eyes were still locked together while their lower bodies slammed together. The bench started to squeak and the coach’s head hit the wall a few times until he had slid back far enough that he was pinned against it. The jabs from Corey’s dick were torturing the soft walls of his colon but he loved being used like this. Corey whispered “You want this, don’t you?” “Oh god yes! Fuck and breed me” the coach yelled out. Corey responded by ramming his cock in faster and faster until his balls drew up and he slammed in deep and laid on top of the coach. Corey kissed the coach as his balls shot their seed into the coach’s throbbing hole. The coach felt the warmth of Corey’s cum fill his body and he instinctively began to milk Corey’s cock, sucking every drop of semen out that he could. Corey pushed himself up and gave the coach one last kiss before pulling his cock out of the red, quivering hole. Corey stood there a moment, giving both himself and the coach a quick break before the next round. Once Corey moved out of the way, Joe took his place between the coach’s legs. The coach looked down and saw the pierced rigid shaft, dripping precum. He moaned, remembering the last guy with a pierced cock that had fucked him and how good it was with all sorts of different feelings that left him feeling it for days. He looked over Dave’s body, admiring the muscles before looking at his face. The thin beard framed an almost friendly face, except the fire in his eyes said he was an intense person. He looked back down and tried to make out the tattoo on his arm and chest and then was drawn lower to his cock. Another tattoo was behind it, partially obscured by his trimmed pubes. The coach felt Dave’s cock teasing his tender pucker and he pushed a little cum out, letting it cover the head of Dave’s cock. He heard Dave chuckle right before he pushed in. The coach felt the steel horseshoe plow through his hole followed by the thick mushroom head. The coach moaned as Dave’s cock sunk deeper inside him, lubed by the large load that Corey had just dumped in him. Dave held the coach’s legs up and leaned forward, laying them on his shoulders while his cock drove deeper into the coach’s silky, wet hole. He felt the ring tug on his cock with each stroke and it sent chills through his body and leaked more toxic precum inside, adding to Corey’s neg load. Joe drove his cock in and out and occasionally would give a hard thrust, slamming in deep and causing the coach to gasp. The more he pounded the more cum was forced out of the coach’s pussy. A froth of Corey’s cum and Joe’s precum surrounded the coach’s assring and the base of Joe’s cock. Joe felt his cock throb and he adjusted his attack on the coach’s hole, finding the right angle to bump the coach’s prostate with each stroke. He saw the coach’s eyes roll back and his cock head became shiny from the precum that was leaking out again. Joe’s thrusts started to get harder as his balls started to tingle. The coach looked back at him, knowing what was coming. Joe leaned over more, pinning the coach into the corner and asked “You want this load?” The coach nodded his head yes. “Say it? I want you to beg for it” Joe said quietly but with an urgency in his voice. “Fuck yeah. Breed me! Give me another load” the coach yelled out. “Yeah, thats a good piggy” Joe said breathlessly as he pummeled the coach’s hole. He slammed in, folding the coach up even more. His face was inches away from the coach’s and said “Take another poz load. You’re gonna be good and knocked up when we’re done.” Joe’s first volley of charged cum shot into the coach and his hole squeezed tight around Joe’s cock. Two more volleys pumped into the coach’s abused cunt. “Wwwwhhhat? Please! Oh god…” the coach said, with a mixture of fear and excitement in his voice. Joe pulled back and rammed back in, garnering a grunt from the coach and adding two more spurts of toxic sperm into him. Dennis was surprised that Joe had revealed his status. He had been planning to stealth the coach and let him silently join the rest of his team in the brotherhood “Oh my god… yeah… do it. poz me up” the coach said between gasps. The pulses from Joe’s cock faded, but he left his cock planted into the coach’s ass. A grin came over Joe’s face. “Atta boy” Joe said and then slowly pulled his cock out of the tortured hole. In the dim light it was hard to tell, but the cum dripping out of the coach didn’t look exactly white. He stepped off the lower bench and let Dennis take his place. “You want more?” Dennis asked. The coach looked Dennis in the eye and nodded. “Say it…” Dennis said. “Fuck me with your poz cock and knock me up” the coach pleaded. Dennis plowed his cock into the still gaping hole, forcing the air out of the coach’s lungs. He pounded the coach for several minutes and pulled out. He shoved three fingers deep into the coach’s hole, twisting and covering them with spooge. Pulling them out, he fed the mixture to the coach who sucked and licked his fingers clean. Driving his cock back in, he folded the coach up and hammered his hole until he felt his balls start to tighten up. Dennis let out a growl as his cock started to shoot it’s infected cream into the coach’s hole. The coach moaned out “Fuck yeah! Gimme that dirty load.” Dennis’s throbbing cock kept pumping more cum in mixing with Joe's and Corey’s loads. Dennis was face to face with the coach. He looked deep into his eyes as they stared at each other. All he saw was lust and a hunger for more - no fear, no regret. They stood there fore several minutes, with Dennis’s cock still planted into the coach’s pussy and not letting any of the bug ridden seed drip out. Dennis finally pulled out and climbed off the coach. When he turned around, he found Corey pinned against the wall with Joe’s cock deep in his ass. He only saw the last few thrusts Joe made before he added his cum into Corey’s prep’d hole. “Damn, I turn my back a few minutes and you’re breeding my boyfriend” Dennis said to Joe with a smirk. “I couldn’t resist. He’s got such a great ass” Joe replied. “Shit, that’s what that tattoo is. I thought it was a sunburst when I saw it yesterday” the coach said. Dennis laughed. “Nope. I like to advertise. Who knows, you might have earned yours too.” “I never had the guts to go looking for poz loads, but theres no way I was gonna refuse getting bred from three hot poz guys” the coach said. “Sorry, only two. I’m on prep” Corey said. “Still, it was a hot fuck from all three of you” Coach Adams said. “If you want more, I can try and send a few guys up to your room later tonight” Dennis offered. “Really? Sure. It just has to be after the team has headed to their rooms” the coach replied.

2. Thanks for the positive feedback guys, here's part two for you to enjoy My eyes were drawn as he peeled back more of his foreskin to full reveal the mushroom head, “Suck it” I was instructed from the other side and instinctively I stuck my tongue out, he moaned lightly as my tongue grabbed the little bead of precum, my lips wrapped around his dick-head, and my mind went into sensory overload. The taste; both the salty sweet taste of his precum, “Ummmm delicious….” I unconsciously murmur. I licked up and down his shaft, eager to trace every vein and fold of his foreskin and fat precum leaking mushroom head. One thing I had not learnt so far is how to orally deal with a big thick cock, but damn I was hungry to learn...his cock felt warm and heavy in my mouth, but it was tasty and perfect and I felt elated especially as for a newbie like me. I was able to move my head back and forth getting more and more in without gagging, but drool and slobber was running out of my mouth as I battled to take as much cock as I could down my throat. “That’s enough, pull off and turn around” he instructs. “Why have I done something wrong?” I worriedly ask. “No mate you keep doing whatever you're doing I shoot and I don’t want to cum just yet and certainly not waste it down your throat! Now do as I say, turn around and push your arse up tight to the gloryhole, dummy..." Whilst I’m saying, “I’ve never been fucked before….” I’m doing as told and for some reason just wanting this connection, wanting this cock and his cum. As soon as my butt was pushed up against the partition wall he tenderly gave my cheeks a few kisses before parting them as best he could and suddenly the heavens parted with them as his tongue hit my hole. I felt a jolt of electricity hit my body and course through my body like never before scoring a direct hit to my cock and balls which jumped and spat out a huge gob of precum. “Holy fuck, holy, holy shit, fuck holy fuck shit fuck damn.” The man had very strong rim skills, he poked and prodded, licked and sucked, kissed and ate, spreading my ass cheeks wider, eager to get in deeper. Ravenous, he treated my ass like a starving man’s buffet, eager to make sure he got every taste of me as I felt his sexual appetite rise to fucking insane levels. I felt his warm breath on me, in me, as he took a small break to breathe. He dived back in with renewed energy, digging deeper, harder, faster, stronger with every flick of his tongue! I couldn't feel where my hole ended and his tongue began, I was enjoying every single moment of it. My hole sent every wave of pleasure straight to my dick, and my right hand was immediately magnetized to it, while my left arm had to brace myself against the opposite partition wall as I knew my body would give in without support. It only took a few strokes and I was shooting cum all over the wall and floor. Fuck! It was like I had drenched everything with a gallon of my cum. My mind went blank.

Part 21 It was early Wednesday afternoon before Rob finally woke up. When he opened his eyes and glanced around he realized that he was definitely not in his hotel room. He was naked in a small nondescript room containing a couple of chairs, a large cabinet and a small bed. He wasn’t in that bed however. He found himself curled up in what appeared to be a fleece pet bed inside a large dog cage with thick metal bars. He went to test the strength of the bars but found his hands locked and encased in thick stiff mitts. He couldn’t really grasp the bars; all he could do was hit against them with his open palms. There were also iron manacles around his ankles connected with a short chain so even if he did get out of the cage he wouldn’t get far. His ass was immensely sore. He was afraid to look, but tried to position himself to catch a glimpse in the full length mirror across the room. He could only rise up on all fours due to the height of the cage and it was narrow enough that he couldn’t really turn enough to see his ass in the mirror. When he touched his ass with his mitted hand he found it to be very tender and it felt swollen to him. That was the least of his problems, he had come down of his drug high and his whole body itched and ached for another fix. He was trembling and didn’t know why. He just knew he needed something to make him feel better. Rob called out “Hello… Hello; Can anybody hear me?” There was no answer. All he could do was lay there in the cage curled up in a ball and try not to think about how horrible he felt. He also was parched; he really needed something to drink. There was some sort of bottle hanging from the cage door down near his feet. He crawled around and managed to turn himself to face the door. Sure enough it was a water bottle with this strange looking nozzle. Rob tried to remove the bottle and nozzle but without his fingers he was unable to do so. He stared a little longer at the nozzle and realized it was shaped like a penis. He needed water so he took the penis nozzle in his mouth and sucked on it like a baby bottle. He was rewarded with a trickle of water. He recognized the strange taste. Where ever he was, it also had the same strange tasting water as the water at Master Nick’s Leather shop. He was so thirsty he drank nearly the whole quart bottle and then he lay back down. He still felt bad but the water did perk him up a little. It also made his cock harden. Now he was in misery and horny. About an hour later Nick entered the room. “Nice to see you survived your party,” he said. “Nick please let me out of this cage, I need to go; people will be looking for me,” begged Rob. Nick just shook his head and then sternly replied, “First off boy, you need to address me as either Sir, Master or Master Nick, do you understand?” Rob did not reply so Nick kicked him through the cage bars. “Do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” replied Rob.” “Next,” Nick continued, “I don’t think anyone will miss you; in fact most people will be glad you are gone, apparently you didn’t treat people too well.” “As far as your job, you put in your resignation on Monday via your cell phone.” Nick paused and looked at Rob’s shocked face. He then started laughing, “Well actually you were fired after those pornographic pictures of yourself were sent to the company wide e-mail distribution list from your phone.” “Who knew your HR department had such stringent rules about the distribution of pornographic material via company e-mail.” Rob was horrified and speechless. He knew the power of sending pictures on someone else’s phone, after all he had done it many times and had a record of destroying peoples’ relationships, reputations and lives in the process. He never expected that he would be caught up and ruined in a similar manner. After Nick decided his last informational tidbit had settled in with Rob he continued with more news. “Since you have your rent, utility and other bills all on automatic payments, none of your creditors will notice you are gone either.” “We’ll keep an eye on things for you though; that file you stored on your phone with all your account numbers and passwords is so useful.” “But enough of that chit chat, we need to help you in your quest to be transformed into a cum dump bottom.” Nick walked over to the cabinet in the room and retrieved a loaded point from it. He returned to the cage and squatted down to get closer to Rob. “I imagine you are feeling pretty sick right now.” “Coming down from the party drugs is such a bummer.” “It’s only going to get worse unless you get another fix.” With that Nick started waving the syringe back and forth in front of Rob. “You ready to feel better pig boy?” Rob now fully realized why he felt so terrible. Although Rob tried to act the part of a tough guy, he knew he needed the meth. He extended his arm through the cage bars to get slammed. He felt so much better once the drugs were in his system. Now between that and the fuck water he had drunk, he was ready for some sex. Nick sent a text on his phone and a few minutes later two men entered the room. One was a young well-built ginger that had a familiar look to Rob. The other guy was carrying a video camera and started filming. The ginger took off his clothes and his hard cock sprung out and pointed at Rob. “You remember Red don’t you,” Nick asked Rob. Rob shook his head no. In fact he was a bit apprehensive about the question. He had to admit though the guy had a good body. “Red, turn around and spread your ass cheeks maybe that will jog the pig’s memory.” The ginger smiled and then turned around, spread his cheeks and pressed his ass against the cage bars. It then hit Rob; it was the ginger from the first party. He had fucked that ass at least twice he recalled. Rob licked his lips and patted the smooth ginger’s ass with his mitted hand. “Have a seat Red; the pig will be over in a minute.” Red sat in a chair spread his legs and started to slowly stroke his cock. Nick turned to Rob and said, ”Time to hone your oral skills, crawl over there and suck Red’s cock.” Nick unlocked the cage and opened the door. Rob exited and tried to stand, but Nick quickly hooked his boot on the chain connecting Rob’s ankles and tripped him. Rob fell with a thud. ”I said CRAWL over there and service Red’s cock.” Rob took Red’s cock in his mouth and started to slowly suck. Red grabbed Rob by the back of the head and forced Rob down on his cock. “Don’t be shy pig, I may be a bottom but I do love when a fellow pig services my cock.” Once Rob had his face buried in the ginger pubes, Red held him there and said “Breathe in that smell and concentrate.” “You are there to pleasure me that should bring you pleasure as well.” The slam had twisted Rob enough that it was easy for him to not think about what he was doing but rather only the pleasure of doing it. Red started pumping Rob’s mouth and throat. He grabbed Rob by the ears to control the depth of his strokes. Rob quickly was deep throating on his own and Red shot his sperm down Rob’s throat. “You’ll get better with some more practice.” Red and Nick helped Rob to his feet and led him to the bed. Rob was confused as they got him positioned on his knees with his ass pointed toward the center of the bed. “Red just said he was a bottom, why would he fuck me,” thought Rob. Red took two fingers and probed Rob’s ass, Rob just sighed at the intrusion. Red then got on the bed in the same position with his ass pointed towards Rob. It made no sense to Rob until Nick showed up with a double headed dildo. Nick greased the dildo up with some T-laced lube and pressed one end in Red and the other in Rob’s ass. Having something in his ass was meeting another need for Rob and all his pleasure signals started firing to his brain again. He slowly bucked his ass to try to get the toy to slide across his prostrate but wasn’t having a lot of success. Red chuckled and yelled back to Rob,” This is what you need ass muscle control for.” With that Red squeezed his ass tight on the dildo and thrust his hips back toward Rob. The motion drove another 4” of the dildo up Rob’s ass in one quick movement. Rob yelped. Red then gripped the dildo with his ass and pulled out a few inches of the dildo from Rob’s ass, only to repeat the previous action and drive more back in. After a few repetitions Rob started getting the idea and started to mimic Red and would drive the dildo further into Red. While his ass muscle control wasn’t on par with Red, he was learning. It became almost a contest to see who could impale the other the deepest on the dildo. The pair fucked each other on opposite ends of the two headed toy for nearly an hour before Nick stopped them. “That’s enough for today boys.” “We got some great footage for the website.” “I think the subscribers are going to love it.” Nick pulled out the dildo with a plop. Red jumped up and got dressed. “I’ll be here Thursday at the normal time for the party,” he said as he walked out the door. Rob on the other hand was put back in his cage. The cameraman brought in a dog bowl full of soft mushy food and placed it in the cage with Rob. He also refilled the water bottle. Nick looked at Rob as he was relocking the cage and said “Eat up; you’ll start your work-outs tomorrow morning.” “We need to have you fully recuperated so you can be in service tomorrow night for the jockstrap party.”

Most of this story is true. Part 1. Losing my real virginity to Skinhead in London It was two days after my 18th birthday. I was out with some friends in London celebrating We'd been clubbing, met a few people and ended up back in basement bar of a hotel. The hotel it turned out was notorious for it's gay clientele. Which made mad sense - the people we met were cool - two gay gays, a very femme camp twink, and couple of fag hags who were now getting friendly with my two mates. Now I think back I realise I was supposed to be the prize for the gay guys or the twink to play with. I'd always been skinny. And with ginger hair and pale skin I must have looked delicious to these older gay guys. I was wearing a tight white t-shirt, skinny blue jeans and boots. I knew I was a bit camp and played up to it. But at the time I was straight. I'd had a couple of girlfriends, but only had sex twice. The first time was with a big girl at a party, I got hard but didnt know what to do. She knew what she wanted. She removed her knickers, parked her huge arse on me, straddled her big thighs over me and rode me until she had an orgasm. She then got off and left me there. The next time was with my new girlfriend. We'd done it once, but she had to grab my cock and put it in her. I pretended to cum. She told me she liked my cock, although it was the smallest one she'd fucked she said. I am about six inches and nice and straight. But even though it was small it was very good looking she thought - like the Johnny Depp of cocks - small but perfectly formed. She laughed and said my small balls and ginger pubes made my cock look cute. However even though I had nice tight balls I'd always produce a lot of cum! Thinking back I loved porn, and wanked a lot even to straight porn. But I always fantasised I was the slut on my knees getting a face full of cum or sucking cock. I love the idea of cocks up my arse, but I never had anything up there - i tried with a finger but it always hurt. But I'd play with my arse hole opening, rubbing a finger over my pink hole and pushing as much as I dared. I'd dream of being a slut on all fours when I wanked. I'd create rape fantasies of being forced and used, taken against my will and degraded. I'd cum in my hand or on the floor and hungrily lick it all up. I even used to be able to put my cock over my mouth and cum on pretty pink lips. As I mentioned, I'd cum a lot so spraying my mouth and face with huge spurts of cum was easy. Anyway, back to the hotel. Time was passing and everyone was getting pretty drunk. Most people in the hotel bar had left. I'd drunk a lot of beer and the ecstasy was wearing off. I staggered down the hallway, down some stairs and into the mens toilet. It was a big white tiled old fashioned toilet. Very bright and very white I remember. Six stalls facing some sinks and a big steal urinal at one end. I headed down and went for a piss - leaning with one hand against the wall for support. I took a big long piss and was thinking how fucked I felt and I should probably head off. I was supposed to see my girlfriend tomorrow. Just then someone came and stood next to me. He got his cock out and started pissing. He was standing very close, right next to me. I could smell him. Aftershave and sweat and leather. Even though I'd never had any experience before somehow I knew this man was gay. I glanced down and over and caught a glimpse of his cock. My heart started beating faster and my mouth went dry. Quickly I buttoned up and walked to the sinks. For some reason I then turned around and looked back - i just stood there. I was looking at the man pissing. He was taller than me - i was only around 5'8. He was easily six foot. Dressed like a skin head. Shaved head. Ripped jeans. Leather jacket on, boots, chains, the lot. His arms were covered in cool tatoos. Then he turned, took two steps away from the urinal and just stood there with his cock out. I couldnt believe it. I'd never seen anything like. This big white cock. So thick and so manly. With a prince albert on the end - a big silver ring piercing the head. Instinct took over and I walked towards him, got on my knees and took my first cock in my mouth. It was amazing. The taste, the feel, the heat of the flesh. So much bigger and more powerful than mine. I greedily sucked and tasted his meat. I was consumed with lust, finally I knew my place, I felt so at home on my knees with a cock in my mouth. I was transformed from a straight boy into the cock sucker I wanted to be. The cock was enough and I sucked in his balls and licked around his crotch tasting his body. I realised he was shaved which I liked, how did I know I liked that? I'd never even thought of it before and here I was deciding i liked shaved balls. I heard something behind which woke me from my delirious cock sucking. I looked around, I didnt see anyone but realised I was exposed. If someone saw me they'd know what I was. I was still straight and no one could find out. I dragged the skin head man into a stall and closed the door. I went to continue my cocksucking, but instead he kissed me. Harder and rougher than I'd ever been kissed. Forcing his tongue in my mouth and tasting me. I went weak at the knees - I was breathless and had never felt this turned on before even though I wasnt even thinking about my cock. He roughly pulled down my jeans and grabbed my cock and balls hard and twisted them. "You like that slut?" he said, "Yes sir, thankyou sir" I moaned. Where did that come from? I'd never called anyone sir before. He spun me around and pulled my cute white arse cheeks apart. I moaned and pushed back offering myself to him. It felt so natural. He ran a finder up my crack and I shivered in excitement. He tried to push a finger in, but I clamped shut. "Please no" I said "I'm a virgin, I'm too tight and it hurts". He didnt say anything, instead he knelt down. Then I felt it. His tongue on my arse. Oh my god that was incredible - like nothing else. The licking and the probing of his tongue. I began pushing back and moaning like a bitch on heat. I'd never felt anything like it and it was perfect. I was having the best sex of my life and I hadnt even touched my cock. I started moaning like the sluts in pornos "I'm a whore, lick my cunt hole, eat my pussy, use me like a whore... fuck my cunt like a bitch. Fuck my virgin cunt hole and make me your bitch". I was really going to town on the moaning, I was transformed from a straight boy into a drooling faggot. The skin head stood up and put one arm around my waste and the other around my neck. "You dont have a cunt" he said "you've got an arse hole and I'm about to fuck it. Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to breed you?". I couldn't believe that my dream was about to come true. "Yes, please, fuck me. Fuck my arse". Even though I didn't know what it meant I begged him to breed me. It sounded slutty and I liked being a slut. It made my arse seem more like a cunt, and a cunt could be used to get a girl pregnant and I liked being more like a slutty girl. After all you cant breed an 18 year boy can you? He positioned his cock head against my hole. I moaned.. then I paused "Not with out a condom" I said and pulled away. I was suddenly awakened to my situation and how long I'd been down there. I'd better get back to my friends I thought. "I want you to come in my mouth" I said and tried to suck his cock again thinking I could get my reward quickly and rejoin my friends. No one would be any the wiser. "No, thats not what you want or need." said the skin head "I know what you want, but I guess tonights not your lucky night". With that he unlocked the toilet door and headed back upstairs. I washed my face and hands and sheepishly. I figured I'd head back upstairs and rejoin my friends, maybe pretend like it never happened. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was still feeling high and drunk. Even more now I thought. Normally I'd have sobered up a bit by now, but I was feeling even more drunk and things seemed blurry. Time to get a cab. I staggered out of the mens room and into the hall. To be continued.

So I was traveling through northern Louisiana last week when I stopped for the evening. I wanted to get slammed. I needed loads. But there were several hours of sunlight left. Experience has taught me that I can get loads in the late afternoon, but then interest tapers off through suppertime until after sunset when it picks up again. The rundown motel room faced west, the afternoon sun shining around the curtain edges. It was hard to make the room dark like I like it. I used towels around the curtain edge, taped the door lock with gorilla tape for easy opening, put my valuables in the room safe, laid out a couple different lubes, a wash cloth, brown poppers bottle, butt plug, and posted the Grindr ad: "For NOW. Strictly bottom, in jock that stays on, cleaned and douched, ass up ready for breeding. Anon, dark motel room, door ajar, push on door, get yourself hard, mount up, pump, dump, zip and go. No talking! No watchers or other bottoms. My ass pic only." I left a couple condoms on the bedside table a foot away from the lubes for the 'safe' breeders but only after they somehow got pinholes through the wrapper. If they wanted one, it was there. There was some replies within a half-hour. One looked promising and was ready to go. I wasn't ready yet and told him I was still working but would be finishing soon. Hopefully he would not lose interest or find another bottom. I used the time to get cleaned out and to make sure I was ready to get mounted . I lubed my butt plug and worked it a bit, loosening my hole so that if the first guy slammed too hard it wouldn't rip me too early. I wanted to take as many loads as I could get and it sucks when the first guy is too big or too rough and ruins me for the night. I texted him back when I was ready. He was only 1435 feet away. There was no picture and no description in his profile. I gave him the room number, stacked a couple pillows, bent over them on the bed, feet just off the edge, and pushed in some lube. I didn't have much time. He was too close. By the time I pulled my blindfold on he was pushing on the door. I put my phone down and closed my eyes, then took a strong whiff of my own poppers, my adrenaline still a little fast in anticipation. He took in the scene, knew it was for real, and I heard him pulling down his zipper. Seconds later he was stroking his hardening cock up and down my ass crack. And then he pushed. There was a little pain but he wasn't rough and guided it firmly straight in until he bottomed out. He paused, then started slow stroking. He grabbed my hips and started rocking into me. I was still getting used to his deep stroking when he jerked a couple times, then real slowly pulled all the way out. I didn't feel him shoot, but I knew he had. He stepped back, cleaned off his cock with the wash cloth, zipped up, opened the door and left. I gave him a few moments to get in his car, then pulled my phone out and thanked him for his load. "np" was the reply. One down. I checked my phone but it was quiet. I reached back and felt my asshole. It was wet. I grabbed my butt plug and pushed it in. I love to keep the loads in me. I got up and wondered how I could make the room darker. The sun was not my friend. I grabbed a swig of Southern Comfort, pulled out my iPad and started stroking to some Last Load stories. A few more replies came in. One wanted to come over to watch? "Did you read my profile?" He said he had but was hoping to give me a blowjob. What part of no watchers or bottoms did you not understand? I blocked him. But suppertime was approaching. It's always slow. Too late for the working, family men and too early for those needing to pound one out to help themselves sleep. I took the opportunity to get some food myself, anxiously waiting for sundown and the night crawlers to come out. "How many loads?" was the next message. "Just one, but it is a Tuesday" I replied. "Let me know when you have more. I like it sloppy and wet." Will do. Though I know many won't show up. It was starting to get dark when the next message came in. He was 23 miles away. Too far. Generally I don't respond to those that far away but it was slow. "I don't want you to see my face. Is it truly anonymous?" I replied that it was, that I had a blindfold and even I would not see him. "Can we start with a BJ?" No, I replied. Getting hard is on you. He asked why that was and I said because I was there to get fucked, not get guys hard as I've had many that couldn't get into the scene I wanted. He said he understood but had never done this before. He asked for more pics. I sent him my ass pic. He never replied. Sunset had come. The next message came from six miles away. "I need to dump a load. I have a big black dick. Room number?" I replied I would give it when I saw he was within a few hundred feet as I have had a few "no-shows" and "wanna come laters" who showed up only after I had locked the door for the night. "I'll need $50 for my phone bill." No. Not interested. I blocked him. It was another 20 minutes before the next message. It was a 30 year old who was a mile away. "Gotta work break coming. You ready?" I replied I was. I checked his profile and he was a black top looking for now. Perfect. "omw" he replied. I quickly got ready again, pulled the plug out, put some new lube in, plugged in a couple nightlights in strategic locations that just let enough light in that he would see my ass and the night stand, then turned the lights off. "Room number?" was the next text. "141. First floor, back corner, push on the door." I assumed the position. Then the next message came. "Nearby. Need to unload. You ready?" Shit. "I will be ready shortly." Then my door opened. I put the phone face down and slipped my blindfold on without looking towards the door. I felt a finger, then my ass was slapped hard, but I maintained my position and composure. I heard him undress, grab the lube off the nightstand, and heard the condom wrapper. Damn. After a few moments, he was pushing in and he was in a hurry. He started stroking and went deep. I grabbed the covers and held on. He pumped for a few minutes, rotating from side to side as if trying to widen me, then grabbed my shoulders and pulled himself tighter inside me. I heard his breathing as he clearly was unloading into the condom. He finished, pulled out, and 20 seconds later the door was opened, then closed. I waited a few seconds, sent a thank you text, then got up to stretch my legs. I looked down for the condom, then saw the wrapper was curled but was still unopened! I felt my asshole and felt the wetness. Yes!!! "I'm across the street. You still there?" It was the guy who texted me when the last guy was entering my room. "Yes. Sorry. Had a phone call." I immediately gave him the room number and got back into position. I never even looked at his profile. I didn't know how old, big, race, nothing. Who cares? I'm here for loads. The door opened again within three minutes I already had the phone face down on the blanket, ass in the air, blindfold on. I knew I was dripping. Maybe he would think it was lube. Damn if the first thing he did was grab my ass and stick his tongue in deep. He started slurping. He had to be tasting the earlier loads. Next thing I knew he stood up and shoved his cock in without fanfare. Yes! And he was a man on a mission. He wanted rapid fucking, the kind that often leaves me sore and dry. But he didn't care and I did what I was supposed to do -- I took it. And he unloaded. He wasn't huge but damn it felt really wet and sloppy. "Bitch, you're mine. I'll be back. Answer when I text you right away." Um. Okay. Sure. I heard him zip and leave. I sent another "thank you, Sir" text. I flipped over and laid on my back, catching my breath. I had some loads now. I could sleep. I started to doze when that Grindr notification tone dinged twice in my ear. I pulled out my phone and looked at the message, seeing that I had also been tapped. "Do you like being raped?" Hmm. I wonder what that means. "What does that mean?," I replied. "Sometimes I like to get rough and fuck hard. Can you take it? "How big are you?" "You won't complain. I'm nearing your exit on the interstate. Room?" "I don't mind a little rough but I'm not looking for scars, blood or shit play." "Good. I don't either. But I will be on top of you a lot." I was certainly a little cautious but still ready for more loads. "You read my profile, you know what to expect. If that's what you need, my ass will be up." and included my room number. "Get ready. Keep it dark." I then looked at his profile. He was a 22 year old student, also a wrestler at a black college down the highway. Really nice huge dic pic, black as coal. Okay, I would be ready. I think. Five minutes later, I heard the door open. My blindfold was on. He undressed and crawled on the bed in front of me. Uh-oh. I was here for ass fucking and he wanted a blowjob. I had my blindfold on. It smelled a little rank but again I did what my top wanted and started licking up and down. He started getting hard. I love the feel when they start growing in my mout -- shit! What was that? He wasn't alone! Some guy just grabbed my ass and shoved two fingers in! Crap. I usually don't do tag teams and didn't expect it. The guy in my mouth put his hands on my head and started thrusting deeper, almost to the point of making me puke. But I kept licking and swallowing, taking it all in when WHAM! A huge cock was slammed in my ass without any preliminaries. God, that hurt! It was painful! Was I truly being raped? I almost bit down from the sudden movement but the dude in my mouth told me if I bit him I would regret it for the rest of my life. I was in over my head. Not because I didn't love group scenes (I did) but because usually even though I'm the bottom I've always had some control. This time it wasn't happening. I was truly being taken. And it hurt. I felt a slap on my face. "Keep it wet, asshole." I realized then my mouth had dried and I was desperately trying to get some saliva going. Then a sudden deep thrust into my ass. The unknown second man was clearly unloading in me. He told the guy in my mouth to come try this ass. He continued to stroke, clearly emptying his balls completely. He pulled out and grabbed the bed cover and wiped himself off. As he went to the bathroom to further clean up, the man in my mouth came around and mounted me immediately. He started slow but started rabbiting like he was ready to dump. He grabbed me by the shoulders, put all his weight into it, and slammed deeply into me pushing all earlier loads was inside. Wow! It was nearly over. The man leaned down and said to me, "My friend is not done yet. Don't move or he will hurt you." I froze. I was scared. He got up and started to get dressed. He then opened the door, but I stayed still. His friend was still in the room. "We gave you what you wanted whether you knew it or now We didn't use rubbers. And you've been flooded like we've done to many fucks just like you. Now stay still and whatever you do don't move." I was clearly shivering. Then I felt it on my back. What the fuck -- he was writing on my back!??? He stood up, shoved two fingers in my ass, pulled out and stuck it to my lips and simply said, "taste it." I did. And it was bittersweet. He removed his fingers, then got up and exited the room without shutting the door. I kept waiting but it didn't shut. I heard a car engine start and the car pulled away. I felt safe enough to get up and locked the door. Whew. My breath had gotten back to normal. I turned on the light and checked the mirror. I turned my back and read what he wrote. "Seeded by (university name) BBC cocks. He'll never go back." I grabbed some Southern Comfort, stuck the plug in, and drifted off to sleep with a smile. I didn't realize until morning I had forgotten to thank them.

It had been a few months since posting my number on Breedingzone, and pornhub. But it finally paid off when a trucker texted me to say that he was going to be at the truck stop , in Olive Branch, MS.. I told him I stay one mile from the Flying J and would love to meet up with him. He let me know that next Tuesday and every Tuesday after that he would be in the area, and really wanted to breed my fuck hole. This was on a Thursday and I was so excited about the coming week. He text Tuesday morning to let me know he would be there around 5pm. I said GREAT since I usually work until 4 or 5pm. When I got off work I went right home showered and got my hole ready to take his load, or loads.. I text him when ready and he said to meet him outside the J in 15 mins. I arrived and OMG , the man was about 6'3 , 220 lbs and just a big bear of a man. I walked up to him and he said OH YEAH, you are going to be my whore for the night. We walked out to his truck and got in. As soon as I was in , and said ok, now get those fucking clothes off and start servicing your daddy. His cock was about 8.5 and had one of biggest mushroom heads I had ever seen. I quickly took it all and nursed it for about 30 mins , before he said good boy, now daddy wants that hole you been telling me about. I got on my knees and he lubed my hole and then with out warning just plowed in balls deep. I was in heaven and pain all at the same time. He just kept saying shut up and take that fucking cock, you little whore. He told me he was going to knock me up and make me his regular weekly fuck. He fucked me for like an hour and then told me clean off his cock, which I did , as a good bottom slut . While I was sucking his cock he was busy on his phone. He was talking with someone and said : Yeah just put my first load in and getting serviced for my next load. Yeah , I am in the red truck middle row, 4th truck in . I was not sure what was going on. But soon learned that my new Daddy was whoreing me out. (HOT) About 15 mins later a knock was at his truck door, and he said your next load is here. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and went and let the guy in. He was a tall thin guy with lots of tatts up and down his arms. He quickly took off his clothes and showed his 9 inch cock that had a tat off a scorpion on it. That was really fucking hot. He also had a bio tat on his chest circling his nipple. He looked at me and said: oh yeah I'm going to enjoy giving this bitch my toxic seed. I quickly took his cock into my hungry mouth and sucked him as best I could , it was so damn big and I was doing my best to deep throat it but it was to big and had curve that was hot as fuck. I serviced him for only about 15 mins and he was fingering my hole the whole time. He looked down at me and said ok BITCH TIME TO BREED. I turned around and presented my freshly used hole and begun to eat my hole like never before. My trucker Daddy got in front of me and forced his huge cock down my throat again. After a few minutes the guy behind me got up and mounted me. His cock was nice and the curve really felt awesome. I could not say anything as my new Daddy had his cock balls deep in my throat. The second guy was fucking my hole like a true top stud. Slamming it in and out and calling me a dirty fucking whore the whole time. My daddy was just laughing saying : Yeah FUCK THIS BITCH GOOD. He fucked my hole for about 20 mins before saying, here you go bitch , TAKE MY TOXIC SEED.. I lay there for a mins and started to get up when Daddy said : where you think your going? You are my whore for the night and you are staying right here till I put at least two more loads in that bitch cunt. The second guy laughed and said : YEAH YOU FUCKING WHORE, WE ARE GOING TO BREED THAT CUNT ALL NIGHT.. I ended up staying in the truck for the next 3 hours and took 2 more loads from each of my Top Breeders. It was so great and I gave my second guy my number and told him : Here is my number . 618-967-7232... Text me anytime you get this way. They both sent me a text at least twice a month and kept my hole well used. And yes this is my true cell number.

This past Wednesday night I was fucked and loaded by a couple who took turns putting their raw cocks in me. I was laying on the round table in one of the basement playrooms at Club Philly. Thursday night I was bare fucked by a twink in my room at Club Philly who deposited a copious amount of his cum in my ass. He thanked me after he was finished fucking me. Later a thirty something guy came into my room and started fingering and playing with my hole. I still had the cum in my ass from my earlier fuck so his thick 9 inch cock had no trouble getting deep in me. This guy was into rough fucking, pounded my hole, and loved pulling on my long head of hair while fucking. After fucking me for about 45 minutes I also got his load. I also sucked a lot of cock while I was there and can't wait for my next trip to Philly which will probably be in early June.

1. Brotherly Love Hi my name is Liam, I’m 18 years old and have a secret: I have worshiped my brother for as long as I can remember and whilst he is only 3 years older than me he, Ben, always acted and looked much older whereas I knew from early on that I am attracted to guys Ben ogling over shirtless men on TV, internet search men’s underwear pages and sneaking a peak in the school locker rooms. Ben’s naughty boyish smile that got attention wherever he went and could have any girls or boys he wanted as they couldn’t take their eyes off him. He always had a ready joke and was a prankster and clown at heart, always doing something to make himself laugh, usually at the expense of me. Sex was never spoken about at home, but I guess Ben realised my preferences as he always looked out for his nerdy bookish sibling when being called out “Gayboy” when being the last to be picked for school sports. In my fantasy I suspected my brother maybe Bi, if not gay because when he had friends to stay they shared his room, the guest in his bed and Ben supposedly on a put-you-up alongside. When puberty hit my cock had a mind of its own and I discovered wanking…now it made sense what those sounds in the next-door bedroom were all about. One-time hearing tell-tale sounds from within I burst in the room on the pretence of retrieving a book I had lent him to find them in bed, the friend on his back and my brother on top…” Fuck’s up with you?” he shouted as I stood open mouthed, “Can’t you see we’re practicing wrestling?” I shot out of the room and never mentioned it again, too afraid to ask for rear of the consequences but when they went out to the Park to play football I darted into his room went straight to the laundry hamper and there it was, a balled up old T-shirt with the now soaked in evidence of last night. I covered my face in it trying to smell and absorb Ben’s essence through the material, but to my disappointment, all I could smell was the intoxicating scent of his deodorant and washing detergent so I licked the damp patch for a taste of his salty cum and got an instant boner! I grabbed the shirt tossed on my bed and covered it under the duvet to become my cum-rag trophy. Throughout school and college Ben brought home a succession of girls but seldom for a second time and all dad said was, “That’s my boy!” I tried to hide my sexuality but think mum knew as I always batted away the question of “do you have a girlfriend or someone special yet?” with an answer of “I don’t want to disrupt my studies.” I got my thrills from catching Ben in the shower or bath and glimpses of him in his tight white boxer briefs that showed off his bubble butt and package brilliantly. I could never be quite sure how if Ben made a ‘show’ on purpose or I was just incredibly lucky catching him naked or semi-naked so often. However, when Ben left college, got himself a good job and moved into a small house with a work colleague for a housemate we saw less and less of one another. Occasionally Ben would come home for a good feed up and sometime brought Olly his housemate along too. They were always fun together, easy and relaxed in each other’s company and I remember once when mum asked Olly if Ben was getting into trouble playing the field with the girls in the office he replied, “Don’t worry Mrs Hart I’ll keep him straight!” Ben burst out laughing and behind mums back showed him his middle finger to Olly…but I saw it all. On my way to college I had to pass one of the skankier public toilets in town and quickly found out the joys to be had within as you could always get a good look at what’s on offer whilst standing at the urinal and being young I was always popular to be wanked or sucked off, never daring to going any further. One day on a free period I thought I’d spend the time in the cottage, but only found older guys who looked wolfishly at me. I was scared and ducked into the one empty stall available…and found a largish gloryhole. Immediately as I unzipped and dropped my trousers my cock sprang to life before I even sat down…I saw movement from the other side as a gorgeous veiny 8-inch uncut cock is pushed through. A primal feeling took over. I dropped to my knees without a hint of hesitation, eager to get close. I brought my face as close as I could, feeling the heat radiate off it, the strong masculine scent that suddenly pierced the air. The hard flesh moved lightly up and down with his breathing, excitement brewing as a pearl of pre-cum rose from the piss-slit and enticingly there was just enough space of the gloryhole for me to see some of his heavy shaved balls too. I was in heaven.

The Trainee ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Working in a huge supermarket as a manager has some advantages. Every time I’m bad tempered or feel some kind of pressure, I turn to one of my employees and take my bad mood out on that poor guy. Building up the pressure by telling him to complete a job in a minimum amount of time; giving him work, which no one else wants to do; letting him do the late shifts all the time; fuck off his private life, by turning his down his wishes to get certain days off. I always chose a guy, who is in dire need of the money and can’t afford to lose the job. They are taking this shit much longer, than an ordinary human being – they are simply the perfect victims. The other guys at work don’t dare to interfere. They are so scared I could turn to them. Even if they think I am out of the line already, they turn their heads the other way and let that special co-worker suffer. I was in need of a new prey, since the last one got – well let’s put it this way: worn-out. So I had Betty put up the sign ‘Help Wanted’ at our entrance and we had quite a few applications. For example the 79 year old granny who told me, she would give her very best to make our store a success. Her very best? Are you fucking kidding me? She can be happy, if she wears her underwear correctly. Or the mom with 6 kids. Yeah right – can only work from 9 am to 1 pm; no check-out, because she is not good at math; no things pushing around, because of her sore back. Excuse me? Can I get you a cup of coffee and a piece of cake, while I pay your lazy ass for NOTHING? The highlight was when she asked if the job would include health insurance for her and her kids immediately. NEXT! Betty brought in another applicant. Now this was someone I would totally prefer. He was a slender guy. Maybe 18 or 19 at the most. He had dirty blonde hair, like those damn street dogs and looked at me with frightened blue eyes. “Thanks Betty….” I said while she left my office and closed the door. I let the guy stand in front of my desk for several minutes and didn’t even offer him a seat. First I finished my papers while he was standing there, feeling obviously insecure about this situation. His smile froze into place while I was signing a few other documents. Without looking at him I asked about his name. “Shane Myers” he answered with a croaking voice. I regarded him with a piercing look and the rest of his confidence shattered. “Shane Myers… do you have another pair of Jeans? Or do you always apply for a new job, in such dirty and torn up jeans?” I asked him, noticing a tear in his pants. He looked down at his right knee and tried to apologize. “My mom wasn’t able to sew it yet” he answered. “That doesn’t answer my question: Don’t you have another pair of jeans? I mean… come on… if you apply for a job, you want to make the best impression and I got to tell you: this is not a good impression to me” I said nodding at his torn pants. “I am sorry…. my other pair of jeans looked even worse” Shane replied meekly. Poor Shane, you could see he was humiliated by my words and his confession, to own just two pair of jeans. “Tell me about you. How old are you? What do you do? Are you still in school? Come on… time is money” I said harshly. “Well… my name is Shane Myers. I am 18 years old… what was the other question again?” he asked. I looked at him sternly. “Oh… yes. I am not in school anymore. I had to quit school, to help my mom paying the bills. She said I need to contribute, since times are bad and we struggle a bit. He was perfect! I wanted to squeeze him like a lemon. “We look for a full time employee. 40 hours the week. You need to be flexible. If I call you to come to work because someone called in sick, you jump into your torn up jeans and rush to my store.” I told him, adding “If you don’t finish a job in time, you do the overtime on your own free time. Got that?” Continuing I told him “There are no bad jobs, just bad workers. Listen, I will give you the chance, but don’t disappoint me. I am a hard guy, but I am fair” Shane nodded at me. He smiles but I wasn’t a convincing smile. “You get paid by every two weeks and you get minimum wage. After a while, when you proved yourself, I might give you a bit more, but first I need to see, that you really want this job. I mean really… really want to be part of our family.” and for the first time I smiled at him. “It would be great to work for you. I promise you won’t be disappointed. I learn fast and even without education I will give my very best not to fail. No matter what you need, I am your man!” he exclaimed. “That’s good to hear Shane. Now are you willing and read to start today?” I asked. “Today, like now?” he asked? “Is there a problem?” “No… not a problem at all. I just need to call my girlfriend and tell her that we can’t date later on, but I know she will understand.” he said. Girlfriend… Nice! It would be so much fun to break this boy and turn him into a cock slurping, ass fucking faggot. After he made his call I got up and my semi hard dick made a nice bulge in my slacks. As any other dude Shane noticed my prominent bulge but didn’t stare or say something about it. I went to a cupboard and opened it. “Here is your uniform. The pants might be too small, but we don’t have your size in stock right now.” that was a lie of course, but I wanted him to wear tight pants. I wanted look at his fuckable butt. “Usually the male staff wears shirts, but since we only got over size shirts left at the moment, I would suggest you wear the stuff our female workers have to wear – which is a blouse” I fished out one in his size, with a nice collar and some ruffles on it. He would look ridiculous. I could see his shocked face and calmed him down saying “We will order the right things for you. Don’t worry. But we need to get you going for starters.” I said nicely. “So… what are you waiting for? Undress and get into your working clothes.” “Here?” he asked oblivious. “Yeah – I want you ready for the action. Don’t be shy.” I snickered. First Shane got rid of his shirt. His torso was simply beautiful, almost completely hairless. His wide chest with his little nipples invited me almost to torture him immediately. I really had to control myself, not to jump up and twist his nipples forcefully. Then he pulled down his jeans. He wore boxer shorts underneath. I told him with his tight uniform pants, he wouldn’t be able to wear those boxers. He sighed that I was probably right. He made the conclusion and pulled his shorts down also, but before that he turned around, so I could admire those solid ass cheeks. I didn’t care about the fags clit anyway. I was longing for his ass. I had to fuck him hard and brutal. Not only to put him into his place, but also to seed him with my venom. Without turning to me he pulled up his working pants. That was a sight. He really had to fight to get into these tight pants. Several times he had to bend his knees to get the pants up higher. Every time he did that, he gave me a promise of his sweet ass. He cursed under his breath because he had so many difficulties to button up, but finally he managed to get into it. He turned around and tried to make a happy face. “Are you able to breathe?” I asked seriously. “Yes… but I don’t know if I can do a good job in those pants” he complained. In my mind I screamed: ‘YES, YES – you are doing a great job already.’ “Well, let’s check it” I said and walked towards him. “Turn your back at me. Now bend your knees… Shut up… I need to hear if the stitches are ripping up” “Go deeper into your knees… okay…. now crouch before me and be quiet… I can’t hear anything ripping” I grinned. “Now get do some squats.” Since Shane was with his back to me I couldn’t help but to stroke my cock through my slacks. I had to push it further. I wanted to know how far I could go and so I ordered the twink to bend a bit and with my right thumb I followed the stitches down his ass crack. I laid my left hand occasionally on his left ass cheek and run my thumb again and again up and down between his ass cheeks. Shane yelped and tried to shy away. “Don’t worry – I just want to make sure this is really safe. Imagine you work outside and then all of a sudden your pants rip and you don’t even wear underwear. We can’t risk that!” I explained to him as I continued asking in a professional tone “How does that feel?" “Good…?” Shane wasn’t sure what to answer. “It seems like your working pants are able to survive a nuclear war – now try the blouse.” What I didn’t tell him, of course we had shirts in his size. Hell - we even had blouses in his size, but I chose one that was also a bit smaller. He had the chance to turn down the job, if he had some dignity he would. Instead of that he grabbed the blouse and tried to wear it, and on the first try commented with a desperate if polite edge “I think it is a bit too small also." I couldn’t help but to agree. “This is only a compromise… don’t worry, we will change that in a couple of days” I assured him. Imagine – his top didn’t even match to reach his pants. If he would stack goods into an upper shelf you would see his bellybutton. Poor Shane hat a pants, that would reveal part of his ass cheeks while bending down. In the front some of his pubic hair could be seen. His blouse looked more like a belly top. “Can I be honest to you? I am a bit embarrassed.” Shane subdued. “Nah… you know, in these times you can’t ever wear something and be embarrassed. Today everything is possible” he calmed him down. I went to my desk and got a name tag out of my drawer. Of course it had not Shane’s name on it, but the word ‘Trainee’ “This way, the customers will know that you are new to this” I smiled. “So? Are you ready for some action? “Yes Sir!” he tried to smile and thanked me again, for giving him this chance. When we made it to one of the department managers he looked a bit irritated to Shane, but tried to act professional. I introduced Shane as the new trainee and co-worker and asked Mr. Brown to give him some work to do. After he explained to Shane what he wanted, the boy started to arrange some stuff. Mr. Brown walked a few feet with me and after he made sure that Shane couldn’t overhear our conversation he asked why the boy would be dressed like that. It was a bit revealing he remarked, adding “He looks like a faggot!” I agreed. “You know – when I showed him our uniform he asked me, if he could have pants a bit tighter, because he thought he has a nice ass. After I handed him the shirt he mentioned the things our female workers wear would be so much nicer and so he got that one too. Maybe your suspicion is true – but who am I to judge” I lied. “You know how it is – only happy associates are productive associates” I added, giving Mr. Brown a wink. “Ooooh… I see. Well, since we are living in a gay friendly neighborhood, I guess this could actually help us attracting more customers.” “Exactly” I said. Once I would be finished with him, he would know every dick by name….

So with the demise of cl things have been very slow for me I have posted on a few other sites but never get the replies like cl.. Out of the blue i get a email from a guy who i was talking to on cl months before it went down. He asked if i was ready for what we talked about. Honestly could not remember him or the conversation. Lol, so we chatted some more. He sent a few pics.. i was horny a fuck, no cock in months.. about me. 47, big guy. Not really fat just big. 6'3 250# shaved cock balls and ass. Normal everyday blue collar working dude. So to jump to the day of the breeding.. it was all set up he said. Him and his buddy were ready. They gave me a room number at a hotel and told me to go there the door would be unlocked. I did as i was told.. when i get there and go in there is a note on the bed. It says to shower and then get on the bed face down and dont look up. So i shower and do as told. I soon hear the door open. I am almost shaking, my stomach is in knots, and i am more then a little nervous. I warm hand on my ass tells me someone is close. A deep voice asks if i am ready to be breed like never before. In a shaky voice says yes.. i hear a double knock on the door. A towel is layed over my head and i am totally blind. I am told to roll over and stand up. Dont look someone says. I get a peak just before a blindfold is wrapped around my head. There are at least 5 guys in the room and to my surprise. Woman.. just do as instructed and u will have fun i was told.. i am turned around and pushed head down on the bed. I hand covers my hand and a woman tells me i can only talk to her. She asks if i am ready. Yes i say. My ass is spread open and a warm mouth sucks my ass his tongue pushing inside. She asks if i like.. i moan yea.. i minuets of that then i feel a cock.. sliding around my ass . He finds my hole i eases in.. its a small cock. He grabs my hips and pushes in and fucks me. Within a minute i feel him twitch and grunt and feel his warm seed in me. He pulls out. I think he got dressed and leave. I hear the door open and close. Dont worry baby. There is a lot more for you she says.. she is not kidding. In the next 20 minutes i am fucked 5 more times, nothing to huge but cock all the same.. same routine. In me fuck, cum and leave. Is he ready i hear a voice. Yes she says. Hes ready. This might hurt she says.. she takes my hand and i feel a cock. Its huge.. you ready he says. More of a statement then a question. I feel the head of his cock on my used hole. He pushes inside. Omg i am in heaven in he pushed. Out in more. He is pushing my insides out of the way on and out more and more, when i think i can'to take anymore i feel his balls finally. It hurt, its deep in me. Its awesome. She is rubbing my back. He is full length pulling in and out. He is fucking me hard enough to almost lift me off the bed. He fucks me for what seems like a hour but really is 10 minutes or so . He is really driving in deep when he grabs my hips and pulls as he drives in,, he is tense and throbbing.. i feel my insides get hot. He pulls out and then fucks his seed back into me for a moment.. and then its over.. or so i think. I collapse on the bed. I can hear them talking. The door opens and closes. I feel someone get on the bed. Its her. Keep your eyes closed she says as she removes the blind fold. On your back she says.

Hooked up with my FB El at his place and watched Tranny porn while he sucked my cock. He's getting much better at deep throating. We 69ed and then I spooned into him and his tight hole. We fucked for quite a while and he practised squeezing my cock, then relaxing and letting me fuck all the way into his man cunt. He was so full of precum I was just gliding faster and faster into his bottom. I could feel the orgasm building in my balls and told him I was going to breed him. I shot about a week's load of cum deep inside him. I just kept jetting into his ass. It was so intense, I couldn't talk, just made animal roars. When I was empty I rolled out of him and he went down on my cock, cleaning the cum and sucking the last drops. It was painfully exquisite. I softened enough for him to take all of my cock in his mouth. I thought my head would explode. The best load I've given him so far.

Part 60 - Reunion Ric woke up next to Marty and Zac. His stiff morning cock was pressing at the entrance to Marty’s hole and he wanted to thrust in and fuck Marty like he had done numerous times before. He decided instead to get up and save his load in case he could hookup with Spencer again and help make sure that he joined the club. He wandered over and grabbed his phone and took a look. Six unread text messages. He had one from his mom asking if he was ok. One from Ethan asking where he was from yesterday afternoon. One from Jason wanting to fuck sometime Saturday. One from Alex and two from Dave. Ric’s cock twitched and he heart started beating faster. He opened the chat from Dave and read: “7:58 PM: hey. good to hear from u. busy tonite, meet tomorrow? U at reg pool or jock pool?” “1:13 AM: just tagged a swim coach at bar. said he got fucked earlier. guy he described sounded like u” Ric laughed and decided that he wasn’t going to be the sole breeder of Spencer. If it was going to be someone else, Dave was probably a good person to share the deed with. He played a few games on his phone while the other guys slept. They looked exhausted when he came back to the room the night before after their tag team of the other swimmers. At 7 AM, he woke the guys up and they all got showered and dressed. They got down to the breakfast area later than they were supposed to and the coach was none too happy. “Where the heck have you guys been? You look terrible. Did you guys get any sleep? You better not have been drinking.” the coach barked. All he got was three groans. Ric and the other three swimmers looked well rested and ready for the second day of camp. After a quick breakfast they piled into the van and went over to the university pool. Ric hadn’t paid attention to where they went the day before but today he was keen to make sure he knew what building they were in. They pulled into the parking lot and the coach parked the van. The team went back into the building, with Shane, Marty and Zac all dragging behind. Ric had a large duffel bag over his shoulder and a smaller one in his right hand. As they got closer Ric saw in big letters on the side of the building “Thomas Shelton Memorial Athletic Center.” He repeated it over and over to himself as they walked inside and to the locker room. The team dressed for the days activities and once again, Ric went to his spot from the day before, book in hand. He hadn’t even read one page from the book so far, it was there just in case he got bored. He looked around and saw another team arrive with the coach hassling two of the swimmers who looked as tired as Shane, Marty and Zac did. He looked closer and it was the two guys that his roommates had brought back and then kicked Ric out. Ric waited until 9:30AM and started sending replies to the text messages he had missed. First was to Dave: “hi. sry i missed ur msg last nite. at thomas shelton athletic center. be here all day, at hotel after 5” The next went to Jason: “with swim team at camp out of town. be back tomorrow nite” He read the message from Alex: “8:01 PM: finally got tested. neg. guess it was reg flu. wtf?” Ric chuckled and said to himself “I guess I’m not as good as I thought.” He typed out a reply: “sry i didnt reply last nite. out of town. we need to try harder. need to breed u every day til it happens ;)” He sat back and watched the new exercises that the guys were going through. He scoped out all of his favorite guys from the day before. A couple of the college swimmers weren’t there and he decided he really was into guys four or five years older than him. He watched as the swimmers all started practicing their starting dives. They would dive and a college swimmer or coach would show them what to improve. It was a little hypnotic and when he felt a hand on his shoulder he almost jumped out of his skin. “Sorry, dude. Didn’t mean to scare you” said Joe. Ric got a big grin on his face as he turned around and saw Dave standing there. “Dave! Its fuckin’ great to see you again” Ric said as he moved closer and hugged him. Ric really wanted to kiss him, but decided that would be a bad idea, possibly for both of them. He stepped back and saw him standing there in a tank top and sweat pants. He would have preferred him naked, but that wasn’t going to happen. They sat down and started to chat. Catching up on things that had happened since they last saw each other at Ric’s club initiation. Ric told him about how he got the entire swim team pozzed, half by himself and then as a group effort with the other guys. He told him about his dad and what a poz slut he had become. After about the tenth time Ric called him Dave, Joe stopped Ric and said “There’s something I need to tell you.” Ric’s heart sank. He figured that Dave was about to tell him to stop contacting him and move on. He almost started to cry, but said “Yeah?” “Dave is my escorting name. We’re kinda past that. My real name is Joe. I consider you one of my friends, Ric. We may not see each other all the time, but we’re connected. You’re almost like my little brother” Joe said. “Oh, OK” Ric said, with a tear running down his cheek. Joe smiled and wiped the tear off and asked “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. I just never could figure out where I stood with you. Was I just a client or was there more?” Ric said. “Yeah, we met with you being a client. But it evolved. As I said, I consider us friends. Friends that sometimes fuck. I do have a boyfriend, so thats probably as far as its going to go. I hope that’s OK?” “Yeah, thats cool” Ric replied and a big smile slowly formed on his face. They talked some more and then Ric asked “Your message said that you hooked up with a coach last night?” “Haha. Theres a gay club I go to by my apartment and this guy I hadn’t seen before was on the dance floor. My boyfriend and I hit on him and eventually I took him into the back room to fuck him. When he went to blow me, he saw the scorpion tat and said “what the fuck? is everyone poz here.” I asked why and he said a guy from one of the swim teams had fucked him earlier and was poz too. I told him I knew one guy that was in town for the swim event and asked him to describe the guy that did him. It sounded like you” Joe said. “Do you know his name?” Ric asked. Joe laughed. “With hookups like that I don’t get names or numbers, especially if they’re from out of town. Maybe a grunt or a thank you.” “Ah, yeah. I haven’t done anything like that, yet. I can’t get into bars. Just a bookstore a couple times” Ric said. Joe smiled, happy that Ric tried more bookstore sex after the attempt at their first meeting. Ric looked around and tried to find Spencer in the crowd of swimmers and coaches. Once he spotted him, Ric pointed the guy out and asked if that was him. Joe laughed again and said “Yep.” “You know, he used to chase but gave it up. He kinda freaked when he saw my biohazard tat. But he gave in and let me breed him. I thought he was a great fuck” Ric said. “Wow, I wouldn’t have guessed that. Mine was a quickie against the bathroom wall, but yeah he was a good fuck. Great ass muscles” said Joe. Ric laughed. He had never compared notes on how good a bottom was with another top guy. Joe’s phone buzzed and he checked the message. Joe chuckled and typed back a reply. “I hope you don’t mind, but we’re going to have a visitor in a few minutes” Joe told Ric. “Oh? Who?” asked Ric. “You get to meet my boyfriend Kyle. He left his keys at home and can’t get in. I have the car keys with the other set.” Joe explained. “Uh, I don’t know. Is he gonna be jealous that we’re meeting?” asked Ric. “Nah. We’re very open. He lets me escort and fuck on the side and I let him fuck others too. We need each other though and that’s what makes it work.” “Cool. I hope I can find a relationship like that” Ric said as Spencer waved at him. They talked a few more minutes and Kyle walked up. “So this is the guy you were telling me about?” Kyle asked Joe. “Yeah. Ric this is Kyle. Kyle, Ric” Joe said. “You skipped the part about him being drop dead gorgeous” Kyle said as he put out his hand. Ric stood up and clasped Kyle’s hand pulling it into a bro-hug. “So, you’re one of Joe’s victims, huh?” Kyle said as he sat down next to Joe. “I guess you could say that” Ric said, a little embarrassed. “It’s a special gift that needs to be shared. Nothing to be ashamed about, its a badge of honor” Kyle said, sensing Ric’s uneasiness. Ric chuckled “Oh, I’ve been sharing.” “I was just about to show Ric around the building. You want to join us?” Joe asked Kyle. “Sure, sounds like fun” Kyle replied. The three got up and headed past some double doors. “This end of the building is aquatic stuff. There’s three pools total, one for diving, one for races and one training pool. In the middle is where I used to spend my time when I was on the wrestling team” Joe said. “You were a wrestler? Fuck I bet you looked sexy on the mat” Ric said. Kyle and Joe both laughed. “Yeah, nothing like flopping around with a sweaty guy trying to find out who’s gonna be on top” Joe said. As they walked around they kept running into college athletes. Many would let out a casual “Hey, Joe” and some would come over and give Joe a hug. More than a few mentioned that they missed seeing him around. Joe showed Ric the workout room. There seemed to be a permanent scent of sweat and testosterone in the room and Ric saw row after row of top notch equipment. It was nothing like the workout room at the hotel or even his school. Over a dozen guys were working out on various machines. Some were obviously football players, others could be soccer players, gymnasts, and runners. They walked past a few conference rooms and Ric looked a bit confused. “Believe it or not, athletes have a lot of meetings. We go over matches or games to see what we can do better or see what the competition is like. There’s strategy and the good athletes know how to think as well as pin their opponent” Joe explained. They turned a corner and almost ran into a guy jogging down the hall towards the locker room. Ric gasped when he saw the black swimmer from the day before. The guy stopped dead in front of them “Joe! How the fuck are you? Long time.” “Hey Marcus. Doin great. How about you?” Joe said. “Good…good. Hey Kyle. You still got this guy on a leash?” Marcus asked while giving Joe an extended hug. “Yeah, but he keeps breaking free” Kyle replied with a laugh. Marcus moved over and gave Kyle a quick hug and then asked “Who’s this hottie with you?” “This is Ric. He’s visiting and helping out one of the teams for your swim camp” Joe replied. “Rawr. He doesn’t look like a swimmer but he’s damn fine. If he’s a friend of yours he must be family, then” Marcus said running his finger down Ric’s chest. “Yeah he is, but back off. Your cute little ass couldn’t handle him. He’d rip you in two” Joe said semi-seriously. Marcus had moved behind Ric, his chest against Ric’s back and he ran his full hand down Ric’s chest, abs and then grabbed his cock and balls through Ric’s jeans. “Oh, yeah. I bet he’s lots of fun” Marcus said, breathing on Ric’s neck. Marcus was a little shorter than Ric but all of Ric’s observations the day before seemed to be pretty accurate. Even in street clothes he had a sizable bulge, a hot butt and perfect, unblemished chocolate skin covered his toned and taut muscles. “I’d love to stick around, but I’m already late” Marcus said as he released Ric and took off. “You know him?” Ric asked. “Oh yeah. We haven’t fucked in a year or so but we used to do it a lot after workouts” Joe said. “Shit. I bet that was hot” Ric said. “You like him?” Kyle asked. “He was one of the guys that I was watching yesterday. I didn’t know if he was gay or not, but he’s definitely sexy” Ric said. Joe pulled out his phone and thumbed through his address book and then tapped out a message. “152, right?” Ric looked at him confused and then realized he meant his room number at the hotel. “Yeah.” “Now he knows. Maybe you’ll get room service” Joe said with a laugh. He led Ric around showing a few more areas of the building and then circled back. “I saved the best for last” Joe said as they went through some doors into what was the wrestling area. “The team is at a match in Kansas this weekend, so no wrestlers are around for you to try and tap” he said as he took them into another smaller room with more mats. They kept walking through the darkened rooms, with just a few dim lights on to prevent the room being in complete darkness. Joe opened a door to the side and went in. It was a half empty storage room that contained some boxes and a rolled up wrestling mat. The floor was cushy and Ric looked down to see a section of wrestling mat on the floor. The door slammed shut and then there was the click of a lock. Suddenly Joe had him pinned against the wall, his hand unbuttoning RIc’s jeans followed by his lips on Ric’s, kissing him. Ric felt awkward with Kyle standing there watching Joe kiss him but then Kyle pulled off his shirt and said “What’s it gonna be, poz boy? Top, bottom or both?” Joe stepped back and yanked Ric’s shirt over his head and unzipped the jeans, tugging them to the floor. Ric took the hint and pushed his shoes off and then pushed his trunks down, stepping out of his jeans and standing there naked. Kyle was next to be undressed and Joe was scrambling to get his clothes off too. “So?” asked Joe. Ric’s mind raced. He had spent most of his time lately topping and desperately wanted to feel Joe’s cock in him again. But he also wanted to fuck. Kyle was really cute and he thought it would be hot to fuck him in front of Joe. “Everything!” Ric blurted out. Joe and Kyle moved in, sharing kisses and gropes. Three stiff cocks were doing a sword fight while hands roamed over bodies that were beginning to sweat in the still air of the storage room. Joe pulled Ric away from the wall and Kyle moved around behind Ric. Kyle kissed Ric’s neck and then started to suck really hard, leaving a very visible hickey. “Joe marked your insides, I get the outside” he said with a chuckle. Joe moved down Ric’s front side and Kyle did the same with the back. Ric gasped as Joe deep throated his cock and Kyle dug his tongue into his tight, hairy hole. He had remembered Dave, er, Joe knew how to suck his cock, but it had been months since it had happened and none of the guys that had sucked him recently came close to being as good. Joe was, after all, a professional. Ric’s cock was dripping precum into Joe’s mouth and throat. It seemed every time Kyle forced a pair of fingers deep in his ass, Joe would take his entire shaft into his throat and massage it. Ric’s senses were overloaded. His cock was ready to plow into a greedy ass and at the same time his ass was ready for a bare, poz cock. Joe grasped his balls and squeezed while tugging them down. Ric started to whimper as he struggled to not shoot his load down Joe’s throat. Joe could sense that Ric was close and slowly pulled off of RIc’s cock and tapped Kyle’s leg, letting him know it was time to switch it up. Suddenly, Ric’s cock was now poking out into the air and his ass was empty. Joe made sure that he wasn’t like that long. He turned Ric around and bent him over to Kyle’s waiting cock. Ric started to swallow Kyle’s cock but then Kyle shoved it into his mouth and down his throat. He struggled a bit until he got into the rhythm of Kyle fucking his throat. It lasted only a few seconds when he felt Joe spit on his hole and then shove his cock deep into his pussy. Ric tried to scream out, but Kyle’s cock was filling his mouth. Joe let Ric get used to having his cock inside his ass for a few moments and then started to fuck. After the brutal penetrations, Joe and Kyle’s fucking tamed down. It was still a hard spitroast, but much more enjoyable. Ric was surprised as his lips, then tongue felt a row of little bars on the bottom of Kyle’s cock. He kept flicking his tongue over them and they really turned him on. He thought they were going to feel really good when Kyle swapped with Joe and fucked his ass, but for now he was feeling Joe thrusting in deep. His fuck was similar to how Joe fucked him right before his dad showed up on that fateful weekend. Each thrust was strong and purposeful, the way he liked it, not like how some of the guys assumed they should fuck him since he was younger. Joe and Kyle started to fuck harder into each end and Ric tried to massage both of their cocks with his throat and ass. It got to a point, though, that Ric couldn’t keep up and he became just a pair of holes for them to use. Kyle pulled Ric on to his cock and held him firm while Joe pulled out and then rammed in. Ric didn’t think Kyle’s cock could go any deeper into his throat, but he was wrong. Kyle pushed him back, letting him breathe for a second and then pulled him back on to his cock. Joe shoved his cock in and Ric could feel the pulses. More of Joe’s precious poz seed was filling his guts and he loved the feeling. His ass was sore from the pounding and he was sure that the piercing added to the soreness. Joe was bear hugging Ric from behind while his balls emptied their infectious contents. Ric savored the closeness of Joe’s sweaty body on his back. Kyle had pulled out as Joe bred Ric and then watched the two become one for a few moments. Joe kissed the back of Ric’s neck and then stood up, pulling his cock from the swollen pussy. Cum dripped out of the gaping hole, running down Ric’s balls and legs. Kyle scooped some up it up with his cock and slid easily into Ric’s ass. Joe moved around and presented his cock to Ric, who licked off the tip before opening his mouth to let Joe push his cock in deeper. Joe slowly inched his cock in, making sure that Ric had licked all of the cum and ass juices off the shaft before giving him more. When his pubes were against Ric’s face, he pulled back out and let Ric lick off his balls and pubes. Kyle was drilling into the cum filled hole and would moan louder when Ric squeezed his pucker around his cock. Ric loved the sensations of each bar piercing under Kyle’s cock rippling through his hole. By now, the feeling of the PA was a pleasant enhancement to a fuck. The ladder piercing was new and really enhanced it even more. Once Rick had finished cleaning Joe’s cock and balls Joe pulled away. Ric wanted to suck his cock more while Kyle fucked him, but Joe had a different idea. Kyle pulled out and Joe got on his knees and bent over the rolled up wrestling mat. Ric looked at him and then realized what Joe was thinking. He got on his knees and spit on Joe’s hole and then moved in and mounted him. Kyle followed along and once Ric was planted deep inside Joe, he thrust back into Ric. Ric had never been in the middle of a three way. He almost always was the one at the back or in front getting sucked. It took him a few tries to get it working right, but once he started fucking Joe and then back into Kyle he loved it. Ric fucked faster and faster into Joe, and that meant that he was also fucking himself faster onto Kyle’s cock. He controlled the pace - faster then slower, a hard slam followed by a quick backward shove and then even firm thrusts. He heard grunts from both directions as Joe took his cock in all the way and then Kyle’s cock impaled Ric’s ass. The tingling in his balls signaled the impending rush of cum, so Ric thrust in hard a few times and then grabbed Joe’s shoulders, pulling him in as far as he could. Kyle immediately knew what was happening and shoved in hard too, pressing Ric firmly against Joe. Ric’s cock erupted, shooting his own poisonous recipe into Joe’s poz ass. The orgasm caused Ric’s hole to milk Kyle’s cock which only needed a little encouragement to release his own poz brew into Ric’s young ass. Ric and Kyle both were yelping as each spurt shot out, waves of pleasure rushing through their bodies. The shots faded away and the three were laying there recovering when Ric said “Oh my god that was fucking awesome.” Joe and Kyle both concurred, saying “oooh, yeah.” Kyle pulled out and then sat down against the rolled mat and Ric did the same. The three sat there for a few moments until Kyle said “I’m surprised you came here, Joe, since this is the room you got busted in.” “Yeah, it may have some bad memories, but a lot of good ones too. I just need to find someone to poz in here and it will be complete” Joe said with a laugh.

This happened quite few years ago when I was still together with my partner. We'd been together about eight years when this happened and we were already starting to drift apart. If I'm being honest, this wasn't the first time I cheated on him, but it was the first time I did it bareback.... We were spending a long weekend in Berlin and one afternoon my partner wanted to go to an exhibition in what had formerly been the east part of Berlin. He quite often went to exhibitions and galleries and as it wasn't really my thing I would usually go for a walk until he had finished. He set off and I arranged to meet him a couple of hours later. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and I enjoyed strolling through the city very much. I walked around in a huge circle, through a park and along by a river and after about an hour I was ready for a rest. I came across an area with shops and restaurants and I noticed that quite a few of them had rainbow flags in the window. I went into a coffee shop, ordered a drink and sat down. It was quite busy, with what was obviously a mixed gay crowd. The guy who served me was really nice, young and quite camp, with a shock of blond hair and a really friendly manner. I enjoyed the atmosphere and the chilled out music. I finished my drink and, as I had plenty of time and was enjoying sitting watching the world go by, I ordered another one. There were quite a few fit looking guys in there and I had particularly noticed the two guys sitting across from me. They were obviously a couple, one was tall and ginger and his boyfriend was small and dark. I thought they were both really fit looking, especially the ginger guy. As I watched them, the dark haired guy leaned forward and I had a great view of the top of his pants and his arse crack. When I looked up I met the eyes of the ginger lad who had obviously noticed me looking at his boyfriend's arse. As I met his eyes, he grinned at me. After a while, the dark haired guy got up from his seat. He said something to the ginger guy and kissed him and I heard them arranging to meet later. I decided it was time to make a move but before I did, I wanted to use the toilet, which I knew was downstairs. I had assumed that there was also some seating down there as I had noticed some guys coming up the stairs that I hadn't noticed going down there. When I got downstairs I discovered that there was no seating down there, only the male toilets. I wondered just what these guys had been doing down there for so long. When I entered the toilet I could guess exactly what they had been doing. The toilet had two urinals and two cubicles and, as I took a much needed piss at the urinal, I could see that there was a perfectly sized glory hole between the two cubicles. I hadn't had sex for some time and, not to put too fine a point on it, was horny as fuck. I looked at my watch and saw that I still had plenty of time. I decided to see what happened - guys were obviously using the toilet for sex and I was horny to suck some cock and, ideally, to get sucked off myself. I went in to one of the cubicles, shut the door, pulled my trousers and pants down and sat on the toilet. Nothing happened for a little while and then I heard someone entering the toilet. I heard him take a piss at the urinal and then wash his hands. I assumed he was going to leave then but instead he entered the other cubicle and I heard him dropping his pants. I waited a moment and then saw an eye at the hole. I leaned back and flashed my hard cock. The eye disappeared and I looked through the hole. To my delight I saw the ginger lad grinning back at me. He stood up and seconds later a nice big thick cock came through the hole. I was really turned on now and wasted no time taking his cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled his cock back through the hole and indicated that he wanted to suck me. I stood up and pushed my cock through the hole and soon I was enjoying one of the best blow jobs ever. He sucked me so well that I was soon getting very close to blowing my load so I pulled my cock back again. He looked through the hole and indicated to me to turn round. I turned round and showed him my arse, pulling my cheeks apart and fingering my hole. I could see he liked what he was seeing and I was really turned on by the fact that such a fit lad was turned on by my arse. He pushed his cock through the hole again and I sucked him some more. After a short time he pulled his cock back and indicated that I should join him in his cubicle. I hesitated, but only for a moment, and a minute later we were in the cubicle together, kissing and wanking each other. He pushed my head down to his cock and I began to suck him again and then he pulled me up, turned me round and bent me over the toilet. I felt his hands pulling my arse cheeks apart and seconds later his tongue was up my arse. It felt so good - but there was better to come. He stood up and began to rub the head of his cock over my wet hole. I could feel his pre cum on my hole as he spat on it a couple of times and began to push his cock gently but firmly into my arse. This lad wanted to fuck me and he clearly wasn't intending to use a condom! The head of his cock entered my arse and I knew I should pull back - but I knew I didn't want to - I wanted to feel his big bare cock sliding up my arse. He kept pushing and I knew if I pushed back I could probably take him right up my arse. I pushed back and felt a stab of pain as his cock went right up me. He gave me a moment to get used to his cock and then he began to fuck me. I was really turned on and I knew if I touched my cock I was going to cum. I had never thought for a moment when I entered the cafe that I would end up bent over the toilet being fucked without a condom by a fit ginger lad who was at least ten years younger than me. The fact that we were fucking unprotected in the toilet of a busy cafe and the fact that we were both cheating on our partners only made the whole experience even hornier. He fucked me steadily for a while, and then took hold of my hips and began to fuck me harder. His breathing was getting heavier now and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. After about ten or twelve more thrusts he groaned and I knew he was pumping a big load of cum into my unprotected, cheating arse. He seemed to cum for ages and when he pulled out my arse I took his cock into my mouth again. He grinned and high fived me, then pulled his pants and trousers up and left the cubicle. A short time later I was back out in the Berlin sunshine on my way to meet my partner, a big load of cum deep in my arse.

I have been on PrEP for two years now, still havent paid a dime for the actual meds due to the copayment program. I have however paid at least a three or four hundred in doc visit copays and the required lab work. Id say about ~200 per year total out of pocket. Tbh even if it was costing me a thousand dollars a year I would still do it. I want to remain neg, but I love getting bred and I love breeding every once in a while if he is really cute. I have convinced several really young (19-20) bottoms to let me breed them simply by showing them my Truvada bottle. (Guess in their heads its proof Im not Poz) Back when I started on PrEP (2016) it wasnt nearly as well known in the medical community as it is now, so much so that my GP actually didnt feel comfortable prescribing it and referred me to a doc who specializes in infectious diseases. (eye roll) I am happy that its is becoming a lot more mainstream now. I still hate the stigma against it though- "so why do you take PrEP ? Just use condoms? " My response "fuck condoms first off and besides PrEP has been shown to be more effective than condoms.....why arent you on PrEP?"

Definitely either Hillside or the Woods

Just had my new fuckbuddy I met last Sunday on Grindr over before he went out to the bars. He was supposed to come over tomorrow night and maybe sleep over, he texted me at 6 and said he had been horned all day thinking about our last encounter and asked if he could come by. Of course I couldnt refuse, I told him to give me 20mins to get ready. After I made sure I was good to go I put on a jockstrap and some soccer shorts and chilled on my bed until I heard that "knock, knock, knock" on my door that causes me to grin ear to ear. I let him in, snd he follows me to the bed room I kneel down, undo his belt and slide down his shorts and start sucking him through his undies his 7in cock is hard almost immediately. He takes off his underwear and gets on the bed and tells me to take my shorts off and 69 with him because he wants to eat my smooth hole while I deepthroat him. He has got me going wild with his tongue in my hole while Im taking him as deep as I can in my throat, till he says "alright, now get on your stomach, my dick needs that hot hole" He slathered his cock in lube and got inside on top of me, Putting the inside of his forearm around my neck and gives it to me hard while I whimper, then holds the poppers up to my nose after I take a few big whiffs he gives himself a couple. Im arching my back as much as I can because I want that load so bad, he continues to ram me until I here those magical words "ooohh fuck yeah, Im going cum". His thrusting slows to a halt as he groans and spews inside me. He wipes himself off before I could get a chance to suck him clean. He gets dressed and gives me a long kiss and says he will let me know if he is going to be able to come over tomorrow night. Aftermath below.

Had a fuck buddy who was an attending physician at a hospital near me and said his partner wasn’t giving it up enough so he snuck me into one of the on call rooms after I had just been bred by another bud and he slid in bareback without hesitation and gave me a second load once I told him he was getting sloppy seconds.

Traveling for work, and had some downtime this afternoon. Fired up a few apps, and connected with a black guy that was interested in getting together. Being married and only playing occasionally, I had never had the opportunity to be with a black guy. The situation was right for today, and I invited him to meet at my hotel. He arrived, and was hot as hell. About 5'6, bald, and sculpted like a football player. We got undresed and climbed up on the bed. I was impressed with his 4-5 inches of limp cock, and as I started sucking, it grew. And grew. And grew to the point where my lips were catching on the rim of his head as I went down on his cock. I could barely fit it into my mouth, and went down on him to fill my mouth to choking with my entire hand still wrapped on the base of his cock. It must have been at least 8-9 inches long, and filling my mouth. By far, the largest cock I have ever played with to date. I continued to suck him until he was rock hard and ready to fuck. I bent over the corner of the bed as he got behind me. After a liberal lubrication of both my ass and his cock, and several deep hits of poppers, he slowly started invading my hole with that monster cock. Slow, consistent pressure make my ring stretch and give way bit by bit, until I felt his pubes tickling my ass cheeks and rim. He was fully inside me and it felt like I was penetrated by a baseball bat. I've never been stretched this wide before. And I loved it. A few more hits of the poppers, and I began to push back, inviting him to start working my hole. I was in 7th heaven as he began to slowly saw in and out, side to side, up and down, teasing my insides with his pole like I had never felt before. This man was a fucking machine, literally. I can only say that I have been fucked many times in my life, but I have never been with a top who's only job was to send me into orbit in waves of pleasure. It was amazing. I've never cum from bottoming, but he pushed me over the edge and I blew a huge load all over the side of the bedspread. As I came down from my high, he flipped me over and put my legs over his shoulders. He leaned forward, kissed me, and asked me where I wanted him to cum. I passionately kissed him back, looked him in the eye, and said. "cum inside me and make me your bitch." He smiled, and started deep dicking me with reckless abandon, using my stretched out hole for his pleasure. I saw droplets of sweat forming on his bald dome and trickling down his face. A droplet formed on the end of his nose and danced there. His assault on my hole was in full force, sending waves of pleasure through me. The drop fell onto my chest and as it hit, his back arched and he drove that magnificent black cock to the root inside me as he exploded. I felt his cock spasm inside me as I clenched down hard to milk the load from his shaft. After our orgasmic high receded, I felt his cock plop from my hole, leaving me with an emptiness I wanted filled once more. I rolled off the bed onto quivering legs, dropped to my knees, and licked his large cock clean, savoring the taste of his cum and my ass, mixed together. As he got dressed and left, we both knew that I was in town for 4 more days, and we would be doing this again and again.

Chapter 22 I got up on the Tuesday morning and organised my travel bag for NY, I didn’t really know what to bring with me. I had packed a few essentials, fresh underwear, jeans and a couple of shirts. I wore my suit to travel in to avoid it getting crushed in my bag. I arrived in NY just before 10am, I got the subway up past midtown to my hotel, near central park. It was one of the old classic hotel buildings in the city. When I was checking in with the details my company had made I found out I had a suite. The room was split into 3, a sitting room with a TV, a dining table and a mini bar, through double doors into the bed room with en suite. I had never stayed in such a fancy room before. I had a quite look around, dumped my stuff and headed to the NY office for the first of an afternoon of meetings. I got to the building about 30 minutes before the first meeting, giving me time to meet the CEO and go over what bids and proposals we would discuss. I had never met the CEO before, from what I heard around the office is that he is a charismatic guy but someone you don’t want to get on the wrong side of. I made sure to keep my wits about me. I sat waiting in one of the conference rooms, I’d lay out the proposals and all the information that was relevant to the meeting, the table had a fresh jug of water in the middle. I’d made sure there was tea and coffee and some mint biscuits if the meeting started to go on. About 10 minutes before the meeting was scheduled the CEO, Mr Black walked into the room. He was in his late 40’s, about 6ft, with a muscle build, he looked like a runner. His hair was silver and swept to the side in a professional style, and he wore a well fitted black pinstripe suit with an expensive crisp white shirt, but no tie. He was stylish yet not too uptight looking, he had a familiar quality to him; “Mr Black, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said standing and reaching my hand out to shake his. “Please, call me Stew. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you John.” He sat and began to look through the paper work I had lay out on the table. We briefly discussed the proposal bid and went over our line of presentation and how I was there to fill in the information and numbers when needed. Stew started to pour out some water into the glasses, there was a knock on the door and an assistant introduced the investors, I went over to greet them as they entered, introducing Stew, as Mr Black to each of them, however each time he corrected me and invited them to call him Stew. We all sat and began to go through the meeting, after a while Stew had passed me my second glass of water and I realised the Jug was finished. I eventually offered to make Tea or Coffee if everyone wanted to take 5 minutes. We made our way through the rest of the afternoon and about 2 pots of coffee by the time we decided to call it a day for the meeting and pick up where we left off the following morning. Once we had tidied everything up in the conference room, myself and Stew were heading towards the elevators. “I want you take another look at a couple of these files again tonight, I want to make sure we’re prepared for tomorrow. I’ve some things I need to look into here, I’ll see you in the morning.” Stew headed off down the corridor before I had the chance to say anything. I headed back to my hotel and ordered room service, I had a lot to look over. After sitting for a few hours I headed for a piss and suddenly remembered I still had this cage on my cock. Shit, I forgot. I’d been so wrapped in work I forgot about going to a sex shop to find a way out of this. I quickly grabbed my phone and found a shop that was open till midnight. I threw on jeans and a top and headed out the door. I didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb in my suit. I got the subway downtown and within 20minutes I was making my way through the door. The shop was dimly light and the walls were dark with shelves filled with toy’s and fetish gear. There was a section for most things, Lube, toy’s, jockstraps, novelty gifts, clothing, rubber, leather. It was a big selection, I eventually found the chastity devices, there weren’t many but I seen the one that looked like mine, I studied the boxes and hoped I’d found a match. I had a bit more of a browse and then headed to the counter. The attendant was maybe mid-30’s, clean cut looking but had a silver necklace around his neck with a biohazard on it. He wasn’t as innocent as he looked, I thought. He took the box and scanned it, he was packing it into a brown bag when he stopped and looked at me. “These are a top seller, they’re the best in the market. Each one is unique.” I must have given him a wide-eyed look “You know each one of these comes with a different key?” He looked at me intently, he must have guessed I didn’t have a sub guy waiting for me to lock his cock up. “Oh, right. Good, great” I stammered, trying to act casual. “Listen, whoever put it on you will eventually take it off, save yourself the hassle and the 50 bucks and go with the flow. Or if you really can’t wait the ER are used to removing them by now. Just the awkward looks you’d probably rather avoid” “I, erm. The thing is, I’ve not heard anything from the guy who put it on me and I’m scared he might never take it off.” The guys face softened and he looked sympathetic. “Listen, give it a couple of weeks, if you don’t hear from the guy pop back in and see me and i’ll see if I can help out.” I didn’t tell him I was from out of town, I just smiled and thanked him. “Here if you’re struggling to get off while locked up. I have a suggestion.” I looked at him and for the first time really thought about being horny, what could I do? My sex drive had been pretty much destroyed after everything that had happened to me, but I really hadn’t thought what would happen when it crept back. As I was lost in thought the guy was packing stuff into the brown bag, “…so to recap; lube, poppers and a dildo, work your ass until your orgasm come from your ass. It’s intense but will help stave off the horn for a while. Oh and if that doesn’t work theres always a fat cock, sometimes you can’t beat the real thing.” I must have looked vacant, “Here, I’ve only charged you for the chastity device, the rest is on me” He smiled and swiped my now produced credit card. Luckily my brain kicked in quickly enough to check it wasn’t the company card! That could have been a big mistake. I left the shop and made my way back to the subway, it was a little after 10 and the bars were beginning to pick up. I found myself staring at the crotches of the men I was walking past. I could feel a heat rising from my balls. I felt uncomfortably horny, unable to get hard and feeling the pain of my ever eager cock against the cage. The subway was busy but I managed to find a seat, at the first stop the carriage started to fill up, by the second stop it was full. As people shuffled together to try make space I found my seated position was perfect level with the cyclist in front of me’s crotch. I could see the outline of his cock head and I found my mouth water. I’d broke out in a sweat and felt my pulse beginning to race. My stop arrived and I found myself casually touching the mans hip as I made my way through the crowd of people standing. I nearly let out a noise at the jolt to my cock at it’s reaction to me touching the man. I got back to my hotel room and took the box out of the brown bag and started to take it apart looking for instructions, It was a single sheet of paper with a basic diagram, showing how to put on the cage and how to secure it. There was an asterisk next to the word ‘key’. I turned over the page and found the tiny print. ‘ *If key lost, seek medical assistance ’ That was the only advice. I stripped off and studied the cage I had on and soon discovered the lock on mine was completely different to the one in the box. It had been swapped. i couldn’t even make an attempt to figure out the mechanism. I lay back in bed and again felt the rush of heat from my balls, I was horny at the prospect of having an orgasm. I eventually got up and gave into temptation. I had a long shower and thoroughly cleaned myself out. I emptied the lube, poppers and the 10in dildo from the brown bag. I found some generic porn on my phone and started to play with my ass, I took a hit of the popper and felt the warm rush to my cheeks. After about 5 minutes or so I had half the dildo in my ass and was really getting into fucking myself. I kept huffing on the poppers until the dildo was buried 10inches deep into me. I could feel my heart beat pounding in my ears and my ass was twitching at the pounding I was now giving it. I started to hear voices from last week flashback to me; “Rape the boy.” “Tear up his hole” “Breed that ass” “Want more cum boy?” “Tom you’re one lucky son of a bitch” I snapped back to reality with a jolt. My sex drive instantly gone. I pulled the dildo from my ass and thew it, the poppers and the lube back into the brown bag. I set my alarms and headed to sleep, trying to block anymore flashbacks from my mind. I’d scared myself when I remembered all the voices that had been around me, but what frightened me most wasn’t what they said but that it made me feel more horny…

Part 2 I had been taking loads from Trucker Daddy for a few months.. Still was testing neg, damn it.. On our last visit he let me know that his route had been changed and we would not be fucking anymore, or at least for a few months. I though all was lost when , I got a text from this this guy who said he and his friend were both poz and were heading out on trip to St. Louis and would be coming through my area and staying at the super 8, which by chance was just a mile from my house. I text and let them know to keep my posted when. The time was here. They were coming this way and be here, on a Tuesday. I was all ready for the visit. They arrived at the motel and text to let me know what room. When I arrived , wearing my shorts, t-shirt and had on my sexiest ass less jock strap. I knocked on door and first guy answered the door, and OMG.. He was about 6 feet tall , 195 and had a bio tatt on his arm. I went in and met the other guy, he was shorter , and stocky build with a mustache . He was so HOT. They were both in nothing but shorts. They both were already high and told me to strip and get on the bed for this night was all about them fucking my nasty cunt , whore ass and they were going to make good on it. As I took off my clothes the shorter guy was saying , OH YEAH ,, FUCKING NICE ASS. started rubbing his cock and walked over to me and said here bitch SUCK. I did as told , while the other guy was taking something out of a small bag and said he had just what my hole needed.. He took out a small shard and shoved it up my hole and pushed it in deep and hard. It hurt like hell but I being the submissive hungry whore I am , kept sucking the huge cock in my mouth and weakened for more cock. The larger guy now was lubing up my hole, and kept saying YEAH THIS BITCH IS HOT AND READY FOR BREEDING. The guys whose cock was in my mouth just saying yeah FUCK THAT ASS. When all of sudden with out any more prepping the larger guy shoved his uncut meat deep into me in one full force move. I gagged on the meat in my mouth as he continued to plow my hole as hard as he could. I was in pig slut heaven. The guy in my hole continued his pounding on my hole and kept saying how great it felt and he could not wait to fill my hole with his nasty dirty load. As he fucked my hole harder and harder I could feel his cock swelling bigger inside my tight hole, but my hole was enjoying it more than ever before. He fucked me for a solid 20 mins when he finally said oh yeah bitch ,,, POZZING THAT FUCKING CUNT ........... NOW. He blew his load in my hole and just kept on pushing it , to ensure his load was as deep in me as possible. The guy in my mouth was shoving his cock deeper in my throat and pulling my head closer into his pubic , so that I could barely breath. He then pulled his cock from my mouth and said , OK BITCH,,, my turn to poz up that hole. He flipped me onto my back and in one force move he shoved into me balls deep. Even though my hole had just been fucked this guy was much thicker, so it stretched the fuck out of me. But again I lay there and took the pounding fighting back the tears. As my top continued pounding and pounding , he kept telling me that his load would do the deed. He fucked longer and harder than anyone has ever fucked me before. While he was pounding my hole the other top got on top of me and forced me to eat his ass. This was so fucking hot, and only made my hole open up more. After I had eaten his ass for a few mins and then shoved his cock in my mouth, covered with cum and the juice from my ass, it was so good. He pulled my legs back and held them so the other guy could really get into my hole and do his deed. He started moaning and his cock was throbbing harder and harder, and then in one swift force and shoved in balls deep and erupted into me and it kept shooting rounds and rounds of hot toxic seed deep into my once neg hole. He soon pulled out and pushed his friend aside and replace that cock with his. I could taste the cum and that sweet poz load. Both men had now filled my hole with poz seed and were sitting beside me getting higher , when the first guy said , don't worry my little slut, we are here all night and so are you. I told them that I had to get home or boy friend would get worried.. They both laughed and said who cares, you are here and we are going to fuck this hole all night and when you leave in the morning , you WILL BE POZ.

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

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

I hadn’t been to the local ABS in about two months. I was especially horned up this particular morning so I decided to clean out properly, grab my lube, poppers and put on my jockstrap. I like to go to this one during the lunch hour because it’s near a major city and lots of hot business men tend to be there. On this day it was different. I paid my 10 bucks and went into the booth alley. The booth on the far end was open but the screen was dead. This booth had a gloryhole so I decided to step in and see what was on the other side. I saw a man mid forties stroking a nice thick cut cock. I motioned him in and he put his cock through the hole. I took a deep hit of my poppers and sucked his cock for a few minutes. It was buzzing heaven slurping on his cock tasting his precum on a headful of poppers. He pulled his cock from the hole and motioned mine in. I let him suck my cock for a few minutes until I noticed someone...I had left the door to my booth open and I noticed over my shoulder an older gentleman beartype body watching me. I waved him into the booth and he entered and shut and locked the door. He began to play with my ass and snap my jockstraps onto my ass hard. He whispered in my ear that he wanted me to back my ass up on the hole and let the other guy fuck me while I suck his cock. I didn’t answer him verbally but I did as asked. I grabbed my lube and put a smear of it on my asshole and fingered it in. I backed up on the gloryhole and felt his big cock slowly enter me and stretch me out. It was intense pain for a few seconds but several deep hits of the poppers made it feel so good. My booth companion then took out his cock which to my surprise and delight was pierced with a Prince Albert. He had a thick cock probably 7 inches. In the 20 years I’ve been having sex with men, I’ve never come across a pierced cock before. He pushed his cock in my mouth and the metal rubbed against my molars as he began to fuck my mouth. He leaned over me to feel the other guys cock fucking me and said he wanted to see me fuck the cum out of him. I began to back my ass up on the hole and really start milking his cock. He had so much precum while I was sucking him I can only imagine how much he had already leaked into me. After about five minutes of fucking, I could tell both guys were getting close to cumming by the sounds of their moans and comments they made about breeding me. I could feel the guy fucking my stiffen and shoot a lot of cum in my ass. Immediately a bunch dripped down my balls while he was fucking his load into me through the gloryhole. As the guy I was sucking realized I had just been bred he stiffened and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me balls deep to swallow his load. He pumped at least 5 thick ropes down my throat. He zipped up and left pretty quickly. Meanwhile the guy who had just bred me motioned my cock into the hole. I put it in and he sucked my cock for a few minutes I had 4 fingers up my cummy ass while I blew my load down his throat. Good day at the ABS!

24 year old chub straight lad negative I have gone off woman and now I know that my palace is to serve cock I want my ass to be turned inside out and And forced To be a dirty slag cum dump , i want to be daddy’s whore , boy pussy fucked hard and being whored out being brutally raped by top after top left there Crying and screaming blood and cum gaping out a batterd pussy ,but it’s all about the tops pleasure, genie young lad looking for fun weather that’s vinlla sex or a daddy taking me in to the wold or gangbangs hung tops bath houses yes I know all the risk and I know what I want and and that’s my pussy being used by any cock that what’s me , I know there’s some infected baby’s out there I can’t get rid of but that’s fine I don’t agree with a abortion ??I just really want a baby inside my negative tight boy pussy , it’s my body and also it’s what I was put on this earth for well not me my mouth and ass is put here to take raw cock,to not say no to a breading and to worship the hot guys who can and want to fertilise me Hope I can bend over and be put in my place soon

Thought this might be a topic worthy of discussion, and maybe informative for some? I understand that some guys are into strong body smells, even like "ripe," and that's totally cool if that's what they like. I'm not talking about purposeful cultivation of "manly" smells, but just general hygiene. I like going to the local ABS and am often floored by the smells that greet me through a glory hole. Personally, I like a clean ass hole if i'm going to rim or (rarely) fuck, so I'm really careful about douching when i'm going to bottom, unless a top tells me he likes it otherwise. My biggest, and most common shock, is with breath. I am amazed at the number of guys who haven't discovered stuff like tooth brushes or even simple stuff like mouth wash with real anti bacterial or even breath mints. Personally, i am really careful about dental hygiene, it's just me. I floss daily, brush, and always use an antibacterial mouth wash before i hook up. I even have a shower water flosser, and highly recommend them for stuff a tooth brush or string floss doesn't catch. You might be surprised at the extra layer of cleaning you get, my dentist noticed how much healthier my gums are since using one daily. Okay, im a critical care nurse, so I'm into promoting health, but what i am getting at here is to be aware of how you smell. If it's on purpose, more power to you, but i have turned away from guys who's breath was so bad that it smelled like something had died in their mouth... not sticking my cock in a sarcophagus lol. Not talking about penis breath either, fresh cum on the breath can be kinda hot i think, I'm talking about the smell of death or rotting lol. anyone else run into this?

There seems to be a growing nihilist mindset in the gay community, and this is the root cause. I'm trying to fight it, but I don't know how to change this mentality.

When you copy/paste from a word processor into the forum, you should see a new clickable area appear at the bottom of the post that offers the option to remove formatting from the post. Try looking for that, and tell us what happens.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): boy or whatever the top wants. Your cell number (for texts and voice calls? message me on here or A4A (Orionboy1) A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Tampa FL 33614 Times you're generally not available: Flexible schedule Age: 30 Height: 5'10" Weight:160 Ethnicity: white sub bottom boy, waxed smooth hole, Always have fresh poppers.

Met up with a straight guy recently. He wanted to try "torturing" a guys hole. Just wanted to fuck, no lube, just spit, no warm-up, just to purposfully hurt. I've only bottomed twice before this... But there was a catch.... I had to agree to 10min, AND I had to have someone else tie me up first and then he would come in. So anyway, it went like this.... I had a friend come tie me up, friend agreed to come back in 30 min, straight guy wallked in, laughed at me, forced it in with only a little spit. I literally freaked out, he just laughed and kept forcing it in me. He came, and he left. My friend came over after, untied me and took this pic..... zoom in under the hole to see the damage.

Wow that’s really hot. I’d love that to happen to me.

I was at both Hillside and The Woods about 9 to 10 years ago. Back then, it was as if Steamworks had been transplanted to northeast Pennsylvania. A practical note: wear comfortable hiking boots and bring the Deep Woods Off or Cutter BackwoodsInsect Repellent.

Last night, and it caused me to join this site finally. Well, that and Iast nights encounter made me realize my poppers had gone a bit stale so I was lurking on here to maybe see if there is a better brand then JJ platinum, Im hearing good things about JJ extreme black label. He came over for the second time this week, he is 14 years older than me and 6"2 230lbs. Im so glad he hit me up on Grindr last Sunday, he loves using me as his fuck toy, I love getting bred by him too, I sometimes but dont always feel a guy cum inside me, with him though I felt the warm squirts both times he has blasted inside me. All I can think of at this point is I want MORE!

It is possible that psychological factors having little or nothing to do with your actual sexual orientation may lie behind the discongruity in your sexual preference. You make no mention of whether you also have sexual relations with women - the inference being that you do not. There is not enough information for us to speculate on whether some psychological process related to past experience is pushing you to act in a way contrary to your normal inclination, or whether you are simply more attacted to men than you thought, or perhaps wish to believe. Like you, I find women beautiful and would likely choose a woman if I decided upon a relationship, but for my sexual appetite, I like men. I don’t feel confused by this, and if pressed for a label, I call myself Bi. When you accept that you need answer to no one but yourself for your own sexuality, you will find greater peace.

Hot story! I have done similar things myself! ? BF is completely oblivious to it.

I couldn't agree more! Trying to hook on apps is so much work. I get replies from interested tops saying "try to find some more tops to come over" or "let me know when you have your first load in you". Trying to arrange a group of guys rarely happens. Any guy or guys that are at a cruisy park, book store, restroom are ready for action now. And the thrill of being watched is very hot for me. I get publicly fucked at my favorite park a few times a week. And always bb.

PART 8 As if the adrenaline from the sex wasn’t enough, hearing him tell me he was poz just pushed it further. “Get on your back”, Steven ordered. I immediately complied and instinctively pulled my legs up, so that my now twice fucked hole was exposed. “Oh.... oh fuck yeah.look at that crummy boyhole. Your first time here and already leaking cum out of your little hole. There is nothing sexier on earth than a fresh young stud discovering he is a cumdump. And fuck yeah, you are the sexiest one ever. You hole is so hungry, isn’t it?”, he whispered. “I need it so bad!” I almost cried out. And I did need it. Being in that sleazy place and in that tiny room, the stink of cum and men and sex, this amazingly sexy older guy about to fuck me. I was in a place where it was all horny sexy gay men, fucking and sucking, showing off their sexy bodies and beautiful cocks... everyone there for one purpose, to relish every moment of being free to have any kind of hot man sex they want, a focus on cock and cum and holes. Men worshipping men. And here i was, 18 and in a little over an hour, i’d Been completely seduced by it all. And so when Steven asked if I needed it, I can’t tell you how much that in that moment, the only thing on earth that mattered was having him inside me. Shooting sperm deep into my guts. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock, before lining it up with my hole. Our eyes were locked as he slowly worked his Cock head past my ring, til he pushed thru and half his cock slid in me and my eyes rolled back. After a brief pause to make sure I was ok, he continued working his cock, slowly beginning to slide in and out. As my hole opened up for him, he began to fuck me harder, he was still not all the way in. He was much more aggressive than the first two and didn’t say much of anything, just groans and grunts. Since he went from 0-60, I was just trying to catch breath, as he was fucking it out of me. He was really pounding me now, sliding almost all the way out and then deep into me. It jabbed and hurt in that good way bottoms will understand. Finally, as I was practically hyperventilating, he started to mutter thru cleanched teeth., “ oh fuck, here it comes. Fucking here it comes. Fucking big load. Big load. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Gonna shoot. Gonna shoot. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!!!!!!””, the last part much louder as he drove deep and began to spurt blast after blast of hot poz cum into me. I clenched down on his cock, wanting to milk it all out of him, wanting every single drop of his precious seed. My legs were wrapped around him pulling him in. I could feel his cock pulse as he tried to make sure I had all of his semen inside me. Slowly he withdrew and I tried to clamp my hole shut. I didn’t want it leaking out. I had three loads of cum in me now, all hiv positive. I was in Stevens room, having just had his cock flop out of my hole a minute prior and already I was thinking that I still had my key, but my towel was gone. And walking nude thru the halls back to my room might attract another hot Top. Another. Because even though my hole was now pretty raw, I still wanted another. I kissed Steven and then rolled off the bed and stood up on very wobbly legs. “Thank you so much Steven. And... and if you see me here again, please take me back to your room again and do all of this over,” I said with an embarrassed grin. “Oh Chris I can’t wait to fuck you again. And I get the feeling you aren’t done yet tonight either. You have the hottest ass ever. And now it has my cum in it,” he replied. I slipped open the door and completely nude, started my walk down the hall.

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Staying in a hotel in the centre of Glasgow this weekend and just hooked up with a fit mid 30s guy. He'd been drinking with colleagues since he finished work and wanted to hook up before he went home to his boyfriend. He said he just wanted to suck and maybe fuck as long as it was with a condom. When he got here he was hotter than his pictures and still in his smart work shirt and trousers. He was down on my cock almost as soon as he got here and sucked me incredibly well. I've had a very long day and was tempted just to let him suck me until I shot my load in his mouth but I pulled him up, got his trousers and pants off and started sucking him off. I sucked him for a while then turned him round. Soon he was kneeling on the bed in just his shirt and socks and my tongue was deep in his hairy arse hole. I rimmed him for a while and he was clearly into it. He didn't say anything when I rubbed some lube into his arse and didn't mention condoms when I pushed my cock slowly up his arse. I fucked him bb with him kneeling on the bed giving little grunts of satisfaction as I fucked him from behind. He was a great fuck with a nice tight, hairy arsehole. I shot a massive load into him and when I pulled out he grinned, pulled on his pants, trousers and shoes and said he'd better get off home. He's on his way back to his boyfriend now, a nice big load of cum in his arse.

So I'm cumholin' at a motel - doing alright, three loads in so far - when in walk two younger Mexican guys. Well...one walks right in like he owns the place - the other hangs back a second before coming in. (Pro Tip: Duck tape is a MUST to cover the door mechanism so the door can just be pushed open) The assertive one (Alpha) strips down, the shy one (Beta) follows. I hit my knees to blow them hard. Thats when they start talking to each other in Spanish. I dont look it, but I speak fluent Spanish. So I understand everything they are saying. Turns out these guys are honest to goodness brothers. No lie. Brothers. Alpha assures Beta its all gonna be fine...that he's fucked "mariposas" (faggots) a bunch of times. But this was Beta's first time fucking a queer! (Maybe his first time fucking anyone) Alpha takes charge; tells his younger brother to lay back on the bed with his head on the pillows. I know the drill. I get on my knees to blow him while Alpha gets on his knees behind me, lubes his fat dong and shoves it in. He immediatly starts sawing into me. As he does, I'm blowing his younger brother. But everytime I look up at his face, the younger brother is focused on his older brother using my cunt. And his cock is getting harder and harder...and, I might add, much longer than his older brother. Soon enough, Alpha prompts a switch and Beta lines up behind me and slips into my sloppy hole. He hesitates to go deep so i back into him so that he has breached my inner ring. Funny...I believe he was surprised at the sensation. Yeah, in was definately his first faggot cunt. Alpha orders him to fuck me, but to not cum. They both get close several times as they trade off using my holes. But all the while, Beta's focus has been on his older brother. Seriously...its like he's looking past me...through me...like I'm not even there. So after awhile were taking a break - the brothers are laying side by side. I continue playing like i think they're buddies and chat them up in English. I comment to Alpha that "his buddy" was sure focused on him using my cunt earlier. I ask him if they ever fuck. Beta blushes. Alpha notices. I whisper to Alpha (loud enough for Beta to hear) "Your buddy's hungry for you...he wants you. He wants you to use him like you used me" Betas cock jumps upon hearing this. There is an instant palpable tension in the air. "Look at him... He wants you...he wants you to be his first..." "Es verdad?" (Is it true) Alpha asks his brother earnestly...his brother swallows hard and averts his eyes, but his cock answers...with a long slow leak of precum. Alphas cock is now also at full attention. Without a further word, the younger brother turns over flat on the bed...his smooth sweet ass on display. I part his cheeks to reveal his soft pink pussy. I watched as the older brother absently stroked his cock, transfixed as I squirt lube on his brother cunt. I had set the stage, so I stepped away from the bed...this is happening. Alpha lay down over his brother. "Lo quieres?" (You want it?) - asks the older one...in a breathy whisper right into his brothers ear. A quiet nod was his reply. And the older male slowly, lovingly entered his younger brother....claiming his virginity. A long sigh escaped Beta's mouth. A sigh of pleasure, of satisfaction...of a lifelong wish finally fulfilled. I am motionless. Transfixed. Watching from the corner. Not DARING to disturb this moment. And the older brother makes love to his younger brother for the first time. Slowly, gently. It is beautiful to watch. Time stood still as the older brother fucked his own flesh and blood with increasing urgency. Until there was no stopping, no turning back...until the family seed passed between them in a long suspended moment. The older brother kissed his younger brother on the neck repeatedly. They murmured something between them i could not make out. The younger brother turned onto his back. They exchanged soft kisses. The older brother used the back of his finger to wipe a tear from his brothers right cheek. They lay there in the glory...wallowing in the cumjoy. Holding on to each other and the magic of this moment. In time, the older brother went to clean up in the bathroom. The younger brother lay there..tears welling in his eyes and falling down his face. For he had finally been made whole. Wordlessly they both got dressed and left. We all three knew their lives had changed - that they had been changed - forever as they stepped out, silently, into the night.

was lucky enough to be introduced to the pleasures of a man's Raw cock inside my tight boy hole at the tender age of eight. uncle did me a great service teaching me early on what my hole was made for. He was 17 the first time. Then I learned how amazing a tight hole felt around my cock at 11.

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

Thanks, guys. I think I need to avoid him for the moment.

Video of mine. https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/barebacking-a-handsome-european-34270871 This tall and handsome european guy has one of the best asses I have ever fucked. Usually I'm not into guys taller than me but I couldn't let this ass go. This is one of several vids I took that night.

Part 5 　 I really had no idea what to say, really. I kind of turned my head a little as, sitting down, Hank's cock was sticking straight out at me tenting the hell out of his shorts. As I turned my head, I found I was looking directly at the dancer now and his cock seemed to be like a snake sticking up. He was in the process of taking off his jock completely and it almost made Hank's huge cock look small in comparison. Hank stepped back then and I stood up. I told him, "Looks like you guys are getting a little busy now, I better head over to my place." As I turned to go, I noticed a couple of the guys, on the other side of the room, were already naked and playing with each other's cocks. I turned back to Hank and noticed that the dancer was already on the couch with the other two guys and one of them had that huge cock in his mouth and the other guy seemed to have his mouth buried in his ass and I noticed that the dancer seemed to have a large biohazard tat on his back just above his ass crack. Hank said, "Really am sorry about that if it shocked you. We kind of meet up about every couple of weeks for a 'sometimes' sex party. Didn't mean to have it actually start while you were here though." He went on, "Looks like I'm the odd one out at the moment." and laughed. He then escorted me to the door. As he opened the door he said, "Thanks for not freaking out much, I really appreciate it." I said, "Don't think anything of it. No harm done." He said then, "WOW, you are so understanding and nice." I turned to go, when he grabbed me from behind in a huge hug. Again, he was thanking me and was just overwhelmed. I could feel his big cock against my ass and it was right in my crack. He held me close for a few seconds and then let go saying, "You are much nicer than about anyone I have met in a long time." I turned and couldn't help it as my eyes went down to his crotch for a second. He noticed and said, "sorry about that too. That dance was really hot and I am still thinking about it and it won't go down. Nice isn't it?" With that he reached down and dropped his shorts and it sprang up, hard and fat. I couldn't help looking again, and then noticed he had a biohazard tat just above his cock that I hadn't noticed before. He said, "I better get back in there if I want any fun. You take care and come over anytime you want to." I turned and went home to my place and was soon in bed and fast asleep.

By 12 you should know the smell, feel and taste of a man's dick and balls

"DAMN Right, pig!" leather daddy grunted in response to our hungry bottom pig's outburst of hunger. "Daddy's filling you up full again boi. Marking you as MINE!" Another hard thrust forward of Daddy's pelvis and he began to erupt inside the sub's already-cum-drenched guts. "OH FUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK!!! Breeding you bitch! Giving you another HOT load of Daddy's special potent cum! Take it pig! Fucking take it and LOVE it!!" I felt my just spent dick beginning to stir watching daddy's powerful body shudder and tremble as his nuts dumped another load of POZ toxic juices deep inside Trevor's hole - only the second load ever to enter that pig's cunt and both of them were POZ and unmedicated! So fucking nasty dirty and pervy! Just like everything with my - now, OUR - leather daddy is. "Yes, yes, daddy! Fuck me with your hard bare dick! Fill your sub boi's tight hairy hole with your tina cum! Make me yours! I want everything you and my pig bro have for me! Please, Sir! Give it all to me!!" Trevor sure the fuck seemed and sounded like he had crossed the line that daddy intended him to cross. There were still at least 2 or 3 things that we had to know he'd be willing to do before daddy's plan was complete. Well, at least the first part of his plan which was to convert the pig into an eager sub slut who craved raw cock and cum in his ass! And one of those things I was going to test him on now while he was beginning to feel the added double buzz of two loads of tina cum shooting into him. I took hold of his head and turned him back facing me and my rigid dick just fractions of an inch from his sexy full lips. He licked them sensually as he moaned with another thrust from daddy. "You said you wanted all my cock juices, pig. I've got more to give you. Do you want it?" "Fuck yeah!" daddy muttered as he knew what I was offering the pig bitch. "Fuck yeah bro!" Trevor cried. "All of it! Everything! GAWD! I can't get enough of yours and daddy's dicks and cum!" I pressed my cockhead against his lips which were already opening to welcome my shaft back inside his warm mouth. "Then take it, boi. You said you want it ALL, so that's what I'm giving you! Swallow it bitch. Swallow my fucking chem piss!" With that last word I again grabbed him tight by his thick sweaty curls of black hair and let my flow of hot tart tina piss begin filling up his mouth. "So damn fucking hot!" Daddy breathed out as he watched this part of Trevor's initiation begin. "Fill him up son. Give him that sweet tina piss and get him even hungrier than the little pig already is!" I felt Trevor's body tense up slightly when he heard me tell him to drink my piss, but as I held his head tight and daddy's cock was still buried in his ass, he had no choice but to drink and swallow. "Swallow it boi", Daddy commanded him, leaning his muscled frame down against Trevor's tight sweaty back. "Learn to love it just like you love cock and cum! Make Daddy proud of you and daddy and your bro will make sure you get everything you need tonight and all weekend! Drink his tina piss and let the chems fill your mind and blood, releasing yourself to the full pleasures of what a true sub bottom pig can have." Daddy's smooth sexy voice was so hypnotic and commanding, I felt Trevor relax his whole body and his throat as I felt and HEARD him begin to swallow my flow of golden juice. Then Daddy and I both heard it and locked eyes smiling at one another - we heard a small guttural moan of lust and need from the pig boi's throat as lust and tina took control over more of his mind. Then another moan, louder and longer as I felt his mouth begin to suck on my cock, eager to draw out more of my warm piss! "Fuck yeah, bro!" I said. "That's it fucker. Yeah, you're liking that piss now aren't you? Just like daddy said you would. Just like he and Tina taught me to enjoy it. So fucking sexy hearing you gulp it down! You can have it all weekend whenever you want!" Trevor mumbled around my pissing cock as he grabbed my hips to hold steady. My flow was beginning to come to an end and as I indicated this to daddy he smiled and whispered into Trevor's ear, "And if you like that piss going down your throat, pig, you're gonna fucking LOVE having chem piss flooding your pig pussy too. Just like Daddy's going to do NOW!!" And with that Daddy raised back up, grabbed Trevor's hips and begin to let loose. "AHHHHHHHHHHH yeah....feels so good pissing in you pig. Take it boi! Take daddy's hot chem piss and let it increase the pleasures of this weekend!" Trevor pulled his mouth off of my dick, a few last dribbles catching on his lower lip and chin, and turned around to face leather daddy. "GAWD YESSS, Daddy! Give it to me. Fill my ass and mouth with tina cum and tina piss! Make me a flying fucking nasty pig boi for my daddy and bro to use! I WANT it!!"

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Hey Men. I am 1happyhomo. Name sums it up, openly queer and loving life. Now in recovery from two and half years of using PReP, I am taking it raw----and have no chemical condom to protect me. Since most of the cock I have taken since going off PReP a month ago has been POZ, you much think I am a chaser. You would be fucking right! Pretty much a no limits bottom guy, like to fem up/cross dress at times. No stranger to recreation pharmaceuticals, I see life as a series of experiences and want as many as I can indulge in. Although I live in the homo-hating state of North Carolina, I have a large network of fellow fags and enjoy all things queer.

Part 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

Part two: So I get up and get dressed and take my sore ass home only to lay in bed and start putting my fingers in my ass while I jacked myself off; I even scooped up my cum and ate it and falling right to sleep. Oh the dreams I must have had that night I woke up with a raging hard on and thought about jacking off, but remembered I had to be at this rest area by noon and it was 9:30, so I get up do my chores and the scene from the day before kept coming back in my mind that just a day ago I was straight and liked girls, and in less than 24 hours I had sucked another guys cock, and a black one at that; swallowed his cum and got fucked by another guy without a condom, was I gay now? I didn’t feel gay; but my cock kept getting hard at the thought of me getting fucked like a girl and sucking off another man!! At 11:30 I bail and head to the park; scared that if I am not there on time this guy would show up at my parents’ house! So I am walking down the road to where I was told to go and found an old brick building off the road, there were several cars parked around, some guys were reading the paper, some were walking along the road by their cars, and some were empty. So I walk into the men’s room and sure enough the white guy is standing there next to the sink; Drop your shorts so I can see if you got underwear on, I start to look around and he yelled, NOW BITCH! I thought I was going to faint not knowing if anyone else was there, but I did what he said and showed him I didn’t have any underwear on. Take off your shorts and give them to me now bitch, then get in the cubicle. So I do it so he wouldn’t yell at me again, since I was no match for him since I was only 140 pounds at 5’11, I was called skinny Minnie in school, and hated confrontation. So I get in the stall and sit down,with only my sneaker on and the white guy comes in the stall with me and asks my name; so I tell him it was Chris, Dan is mine he stated, then he pulled down he pants and told me to get to work, I asked him if it was safe, at this point he grabs me by the throat and pushes me back against the wall and said you are a mans bitch now, you don’t ask, you just do; Understand you fucking bitch? All I could do was nod, as he let me go, he again told me to get to work, I grabbed his cock and started to suck on it. As I was sucking he gave me a bottle and told me that they call them poppers, like the one you had yesterday. So I inhale some and got a rush and started to work a little harder on sucking him, he said that is a good piggy bitch. The guy then pulls out this pipe and puts the lighter under it and starts to hit it a couple of times. He then told me it was my turn, well I don’t smoke, but is was to scared to tell him that; so he put the pipe to my lips and I inhale and started coughing really hard but within minutes I as so fucking high, I didn’t care who came in. I started sucking him for all it was worth but he pulled his cock from my mouth, opened the stall door and told me to go lean over the sink!! I walk over to the sink not caring who sees me and he tells me to spread em, sounded like a cop getting ready to search me. I look back and he is getting finger full of lube and dipping it into the same bag as yesterday and starts to push it up my horny as hell ass, I even found myself pushing back enjoying the feeling. I kept feeling higher and higher with every second, I was almost pleading with the guy to fuck me. He starts to laugh and told me I would be a pure cumdump in no time! He then lined his cock up and pushed in and I just laid my head on the sink submitting to another man who was now making me his bitch to breed and use, and I was loving it. Dan as now going to town tell me how tight of an ass I had and I would be well known in the park before the end of summer. I soon found out what he ment. Dan started to really slam his cock in my ass and I was now telling him how much I loved the feel of his cock and fuck me and use me anyway he wanted; again he laughed and said he planned on it. I hit the poppers again and was in overdrive pushing back, Dan asked me if I wanted his load pumping in me, OH GOD YEEEEEES!! FUCK ME PLEASE, cum in me, he then said I was about to get knocked up again with his babies, all I could do is beg him to impregnate me, put your babies in me, knock me up make me your bitch!!! I then felt that strange swelling and him breathing hard as he told me he was cuming in my piggy bitch ass and I would know it soon enough if I got knocked up!! All I could think of was carrying his baby in my belly and smiled as he pulled out knowing I was now a man’s property to use for their sexual pleasures! Dan told me to turn around and clean his cock off, I didn’t even think were his cock had been, I just got down on my knees and licked and sucked it clean. He then handed me my shorts and told me to put them on and to follow him, I of course did without worry………..