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Part 19 Home Slice When we got back home I was surprised to see Marc still there. He was swimming naked I the pool and I asked Dante, “Can we take a quick swim?” He answered me with a question, “You want him talk with Marc?” I didn’t answer him at first, “Yes I did, but is nothing that is personal. I want to swim together with you.” Dante nodded ‘Yes’, and we headed out to the pool shedding off our clothes as we walked out the patio door. Marc was swimming with a coupe of the crew. They were all resting against the side as Dante and I jumped into the deep end of the pool. Marc was quick to ask, “Where did you two disappear to last night?” I answered him, “Do you remember Jeremy Preston?” Marc answered, “Vaguely.” I continued, “He turned 18 and was making a ‘select’ group of guys over to fuck him.” Dante added, “I arranged it so that only ‘positive’ minded guys would be there. You see, Jeremy outed Home Slice to his parents and his father threw him out. I wanted to really hurt the little douche bag, but he talked me out of it.” I then said, “We came up with a plan to turn him into a chemmed up, cum dump. I had the honor of giving him his first booty bump and poz load.” I explained exactly how in detail. I could see Marc getting turned on listening to what I said. As he played with his hardening cock the two crew swimming with him moved closer. We too that as our cue to head inside. We still needed to finish packing for our Hawaii trip. The three climbed out of the pool as one of the crew lay down on a lounge chair on his back. Marc climbed between his legs quickly sinking hours cock inside. The other crew member got in behind Marc sliding his chick into Marc’s ass. We walked into the house hearing moans as the Marc worked to fuck the ass he was inside while fucking himself on the cock inside his ass. We reached the bedroom and packed until we stared to crash. We decided to gab a quick bite to eat before we chimed into bed. When we got to the kitchen we found Marc and a coupe crew fucking in the TV room watching bareback porn. If my ass want still recovering from my gang bang I might have asked Dante to fuck me. We grabbed a coupe Pop Tarts and some orange juice before heading back to the bedroom. When we got into the bedroom I put my got down, dropped to my knees in front of Dante and swallowed his cock to the root. If I could give him my ass, I certainly could offer my mouth. He took my head in his hands to skull fuck me. I knew what to expect as he quickly made use of my throat. He was determined to deliver his cum directly down my throat. He stopped and quickly pulled his hard cock from my throat. He had me get on the bed on my back with my head hanging off the edge. I could tell that this position was going to be easier on me as he began to skull fuck me again. His cock slid easily in and out of my throat as he quickly made his use of this position. He didn’t hold back as I watched his balls tighten up, felt his cock thicken in my throat then, as he was about to ‘fire’, he pulled back so just the tip was in my mouth as he shot his load. While Dante was cumming the told me, “Hold it in your mouth.” I did as I was told while he pulled his cock from my mouth. He then grabbed my Pop Tarts and had me spit the cum in my mouth on them. Then had me jerk my hard cock and add my cum to his jizz on the Pop Tart. It didn’t take me long to cum a decent load to add did his. I always swallowed Dante's cum when I sucked him off, but this was going to be different. I took a bite and the combined ‘topping' made for an interesting addition to the cherry fling. I made sure to not waste any of the ‘special’ topping. It was actually tastey. This was the first time I ever tasted my own cum and made sure Dante know, “This is the first time I’ve ever tasted my own cum and I like it.” Dante then said, “Then we’ll have to be sure that your cum is never wasted.” We finished off our food and juice then climbed into bed for a nice nap. Dante We woke up really early Monday morning. We had plenty of time before we had to head to the airport. Our bags were packed and we were ready to go. Home Slice was eager to tell me that his ass was feeling better and he’d be ready to take my cock when we got Hawaii. He was excited about the trip we were taking, 10 days at Miguel’s beach front property. Miguel owns a number of places like this all over the world. Some of them in countries that don’t have extradition. He calls those ‘escape’ houses, and as his number one distributor I know there locations as well. The thing Home Slice didn’t know about our trip was that it served a second purpose. It was going to be our alibi. When I first met Home Slice, knew who is father was, a loud mouth, religious freak who was prejudice against gays and non-whites. When he find out that his own son was not only gay, but he was getting fucked by (on his own words) a niger, he was not just embarrass but enraged. I had been talking to Miguel (we always communicate on a coed phone and never openly about business, but in code) quite a bit about him and several time he offered to ‘solve’ the problem. I didn’t want to have Home Slice’s father killed until he threw his own son out I his ass and degraded him by reporting his truck stolen. After that fiasco I called Miguel and told him that the problem had escalated requiring a permanent solution. During our time I Hawaii, the bastard was going to be the victim of a random mugging. Miguel had a ‘special’ few that were tasked with jobs like this one. Each guy knew if he was caught he’d have to sacrifice his own life, and each killer he had was prepared to do just that knowing that his family would be provided financial security. I the time I’ve known Miguel it only happened once. The guy me sent missed the guy here was sent to kill and on the second try the killer had no way to get away clean. He only had one option he had was to kill the intended victim and then himself. His brother collected his body and he was given the finest funeral. After that his family (parents, brothers and sisters) all received large sums of money. They were told it was his life insurance. We went to the airport, bordered our flight and settled into our first class seats for the 4 hour flight to Honolulu. After being in the air for 90 minutes I told Home Slice to go to the rest room and wait for me to join him in about 5 minutes. Like an obedient boy he didn’t question me, and by the look on his face he had an idea of what I was thinking. I approached the bedroom he was waiting in, knocked on the door and then went inside. Once inside I found a half naked boy rubbing lube into his crack. I reminded him, “We need to do this quickly and quietly” as I popped open my fly getting my cock, then sliding it into his lubed hole. I could see him biting his lip in an attempt to keep from making a sound. I worked in quick, short strokes trying to deposit my load. I knew this really had him turned on when his ass clenched my cock and I felt him ready to cum. This helped me reach my own orgasms. As we both shot our loads, mine inside his ass and he, somehow, shot his into a plastic cup he had taken with him, reveled in the idea of being in the mile high club. I pulled out of his ass, tucked my wet cock back in my pants and zipped up my fly. Home Slice turned to face me with his cup of cum, placed it to his lips and downed the contents. I opened the door and made my exit heading back to my seat. Home Slice returned about 5 minutes later and we both fell asleep. We woke about 20 minutes before landing. Once we were on the ground we made our way to baggage claim where we were greeted by our limo driver. He collected our suite cases then drove us to Miguel's. It was a modest place, 4 bedroom, 4½ bath, pool or back and right on the beach. I quickly retrieved Miguel's vacation gift, enough Tina to get us through the trip. He even included some GHB. We were going to have a great time. Of course we did have a little ‘sight seeing’ to do on Thursday. That first day we hung out on the beach. It wasn’t a private beach, but it was secluded enough that Home Slice dared to lay out naked. What was a little strange was thus one suffer who seemed to be trying to hang around. I guessed him to be about the same age as Home Slice, 18-19. Home Slice The flight over was very exciting traveling in first class. The fuck I got in the bathroom was even more exciting. Now we’re laying on the beach and I’m totally naked. There was a small area that was back off the main beach where I thought I couldn’t be seen. Little did I know that a local surfer was hanging around and was able to see me, all of me. Dante noticed him and made me aware of his presence. That only turned be on more as I pulled my man in for a kiss. I made sure that he surfer saw the entire exchange. This must have turned on Dante when he grabbed me by the cock and dragged me inside. He already had a pipe packed and we smoked a bowl before he fucked me for a good 2 hours. When we are finally spent, we dressed and headed out for a nice dinner.

PART 2 I saw Lyle graduate. In a gray suit and navy tie under his cap and gown, he walked up to get his diploma and photograph taken. I smiled devilishly when I noticed that his gait was more bow-legged than usual. His sweet neg hole was likely still carrying the two poz loads from the hard cherry-busting fuck Poz9in and I gave him that morning in the janitor closet. Lyle smiled wide for the camera and moseyed back to his seat. That's when I left. Online, around Christmas time, I saw that Poz9in was in a chat room on the barebacker web site where we had, in June, hooked up for the sole purpose of making sure that Lyle's first fuck was done by my poz cock with toxic sperm shooting directly into his unprotected neg butthole. After that was accomplished, I didn't see Lyle again. I wondered if we had successfully seroconverted my handsome young jock. Internet searches told me that he was doing well in swimming, a champion in a state tournament, even! Go, Lyle. A photo of the blonde swimmer showed perfectly muscled body, a victorious smile under sparkling blue eyes, and a large bowl-shaped trophy that he was holding over his head Me: Hey, Poz9. It's been awhile. How was the rest of your summer after we hooked up with our virgin pollywog? Poz9 invited me to a private chat. I accepted. Poz9in: Yeah, man, fucking that cute virgin jock was fucking hot. I have a confession to make. But I think you'll like it. Me: Wow, Ok. What is it? Poz9in: Well… hell. Here goes… As you might have guessed, I'm a total perv. After having Lyle's tight hole around my cock, I knew that I'd have to find a way to get my cock inside him again. Me: God, yes! Tell me you nailed that hole again with your massive poz cock! Tell me everything! Poz9in: I became Lyle's stalker the moment I shot my high viral load into the dumb kid. I came back to the school around 2 and waited an hour for classes let out. When I spotted him, I followed him home from school. It didn't look like his parents were home, so I took a chance and rang the doorbell. He answered, surprised and nervous when he saw me standing on his front porch. He told me to come in. I asked if anyone else were home. He said no. I demanded that he show me the way to his bedroom. Me: Damn! Poz9in: Not knowing how much time I had, I pushed him onto his twin bed and closed the bedroom door. He was face down on the bed (perfect), so I forced his jeans and briefs down and pushed down my tracks again and mounted him for a good rape-style breeding. He took it well. I slipped into his hole and our cum from that morning's fuck felt like warm butter on my cock. I covered his mouth to prevent him from yelling and fucked him so hard he bled some. I didn't give him poppers because I didn't care. I just needed to get another high viral load into that sweet jock butt while I still had the chance. Me: Fuck yeah! Damn, did you do it? Did you give him a third poz load before his graduation ceremony? Poz9in: I absolutely blasted that neg hole with a load I spent all day building up just plotting about how I was going to poz up Lyle Cranston in his own bedroom. As I long-dicked and fucked in my fresh load of toxic sperm into his hole, I looked around and saw that his suit was all laid out on the bed, crumpled now from our fucking on it. A little blood and sperm smeared the gray wool slacks on the inside left thigh. The gown would cover it. We heard someone enter the front door of the house. I pulled out of Lyle and looked for an exit. Lyle got up, pulled up his jeans and led me to a back door where I escaped detection. Pretty stealth, eh? Me: Fuck that's amazing! You are a stealth perv! Poz9in: There's more. Me: Oh shit! What? Poz9in: Lyle went off to college in late August. And… I fucked him raw on average 5 times a week until he left town. Never a condom mentioned. I think he likes the sperm injection more than the invasion of mancock in his hole. Once, on the night before he left, he met me at a motel room where I used a lube gun to shoot his hole up with 16 loads from 11 of my adult arcade bookstore friends who agreed to help me after I showed them his yearbook photos. I made sure to group text all 11 to inform them once when I flooded Lyles' hole with their loads, and again to let them know that I was fucking their loads into Lyle's hole at that moment. Some were poz/some not so poz. As I worked up to unload my own fresh sperm up there, I took my time. All evening my phone blew up with my porn shop friends cheering me on. Since we weren't in his bedroom this time, I could fuck him longer, and possibly suck out a sweet load from him for once before he had to go home. Me: So Lyle, who was a virgin only two months ago, had 16 anonymous loads inside his butt when… please tell me you knocked him up with a 17th. Poz9in: I did shoot my 51st high viral load into Lyle that night. A proficient perv counts! I still don't know if he has gotten tested for HIV yet. Honestly, I don't really want this pozzing challenge to end. He always texts me when he is home alone and wanting me to come over. Even at Thanksgiving, I went over to his parent’s house at 2 a.m. and, without making too much noise, stuffed his butt with my cock. No mention of anything yet. We can keep trying. Christmas is coming. You were his first. Should we double team him again? Maybe blindfold him and find a couple random poz tops from the website to pose as us at first. I’d love to see some old leather daddies stake their claim on his hole. That'd be hot. Me: I'd love to see my hot boy unknowingly take random anonymous dick. Yeah, let's do it.

Not been here much. Been camping over the holiday, and dumping my load in so many sweet asses it's been a slice of heaven.

Part 20 Dante it was Wednesday, the third day of our vacating. The suffer continues to hang around. He continues to move closer to where we are on the beach. Home Slice keeps laying out naked in the hidden area we have next to the property. Home Slice fell asleep the second he laid down. We slammed up and fucked last night, all night long. We both needed it. With tomorrow being our one day to see the sights we planned a nice dinner and relaxing tonight. I told him that Thursday was the only day we were don’t the tourist thing. I had arranged a tour of Iolani Palace and Pearl Harbor to see the Arizona Memorial. We were also going to the National Cemetery on the Pacific at v Punch Bowl. The would keep us busy all day and have is visible in photos and give us ticket subs and other souvenirs. Home Slice I slept that morning away on the beach. I was starting to get a nice tan. I woke right on time for lunch. After lunch I was back on the beach. This time I noticed the surfer since he was now sitting on the beach about 10 feet in front of me. It was difficult not to notice him at this point as he say there before me. He had to be 5’8”, weighing 120-125, long black hair. He had a defined upper body from surfing and a flat stomach with a very slim waist. Dante was still inside and I wasn’t sure what this kid’s motive was for inching closer ever day. I was still good enough to pull my shorts off, apply sun screen to my entire body and lay back. I kept an eye on this guy until Dante joined me on the beach. He quietly asked me, “This dude bothering you?” I told him, “No, the thought of him right there turns me on.” My cock was at full mast as I pulled Dante in for a kiss. This had our voyeur watching us as Dante knowingly pumped my cock a few times before whispering to me, “Why don’t I fuck you when him sitting right in front of us.” I pulled Dante’s cock out and used some sun tan lotion to lube up. I laid on my side facing our ‘audience’ (who’s back was now to us) and guided Dante’s cock into my hungry ass. When we started to really fuck I couldn’t remain silent, then again neither could Dante. I knew he wanted the surfer dude to know what we are doing, hoping to scare him away. Once I began to moan the surfer’s eyes were intently watching me get fucked. I could see a decent tent growing in his board shorts and a noticeable wet spot forming. I almost expected him to pull his cock out and stroke it to our fucking. After Dante’s orgasm fling me with a nice load deep inside my ass the surfer finally spoke, “That was hot! Did you cum in his ass?” Being the exhibitionist I’ve become I was not put off by his comment or question. Neither was Dante, allowing me to answer, “Fuck yeah be came in my ass. I never refuse a load from him.” I could definitely see his cock since he shifted positions and his cock was sticking down next to his right leg. It was visible I the opening of his board shorts. He replied to me, “Brah, that’s how I like to fuck, never used a condom on my life. Then again, only fucked three times in my life.” After admitting that to us the seemed a little embarrassed. I attempted to distract him from his embarrassment by holding out my hand and introducing myself, “I’m Chris, but you can call me Home Slice and this is Dante.” He moved closer to us shaking my hand, “My name is Keanu.” Dante finally spoke, “Nice to meet you Keanu. Do you live around here?” Keanu got a sad look on his face when he answered, “I kind of live wherever I can find a place to crash. My ohana was killed when I was 16. I was in foster care until a year ago. Now I’m out on my own. Can’t find a job so I surf all day. Wish I could just get off this rock and start a new life. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to unload in you like this. When I see tourist on the beach I try and make friends hoping to get to know them just in case I find a way to leave Hawaii.” I saw the wheels spinning in Dante’s head as he whispered to me, “Talk the due up, see if he’d like to ‘join’ us for some recreational activities. I know he wants to fuck you, and I think you want to fuck him as much as I do.” I nodded my head ‘Yes’ as Dante pulled his shirts back on and told us, “I’m going back inside to get things ready for us to party tonight.” After Dante had left us it was time to ask the right questions and say the right things to lead Keanu where we were sure he wanted to go. I asked, “You’ve only fucked 3 time? Was that with a girlfriend?” He shook his head ‘No' and answered, “The first time was with a girl at the foster home I was staying in and the sex was awful. The next two times were a few months ago when haole was here from California. He gave me $50 to fuck him.” I replied, “Wow, sounds hot. Did you cum in his ass?” His cock was staining against his board shorts as he answered, “The first time he had me pull out, but the second time I fooled him into thinking I wasn’t going to cum again and when he wasn’t expecting it I shot inside him.” My questions continued, “So you’ve never been fucked?” Keanu was quick to answer, “Nah brah.” I had to push the line while Dante was getting ready a packed pipe, points and drinks rush G by asking, “You ever think about getting fucked?” The expression I his face and the way his cock was leaking face him away. He looked at me and didn’t have to answer. I finally reached out for his cock which give him the freedom to touch mine. As we sat there fondling each other he was the first to speak, “You guys party?” I simply nodded ‘Yes’ while maintaining eye contact with he cut suffer boy. He smiled at me, “I haven’t partied in months. The last time I partied was when I was when the haole I fucked. He had some stuff we smoked.” I moved to put my shorts back on breaking our mutual cock stroking and suggesting, “Grab your surf board, we can go inside and see what Dante is up to.” We quickly entered the house where I immediately stripped off my clothes to find a naked Dante waiting with the pipe ready saying, “I was wondering if you two were going to join me or fuck on the beach.” Keanu followed my lead and dropped his board shorts revealing a nice 7” cut Hawaiian cock. Dante took a big hit and handed he pipe to me. I passed it to Keanu who took a big hit before handing it back to me and I took my own hit. Dante gave us each some G as we passed the pipe began the three of us. Dante flashed me a thumbs up, thumbs down and one with his thumb sideways (top, bottom, vers). I indicated thumbs up then sideways (drinking to tell him Keanu head topped but I think he’ll go vers). He then signaled me to move in on him to get him to fuck me. As we continued to smoke I began to make my move I Keanu. I quickly sucked his cock into my throat, burying my nose in his pubes. He nearly dropped the pipe as I heard him moan softly and say, “Oh fuck, no one’s ever done that to me before.” I kept working his cock, getting it nice and wet as he attempted to have a hit from the pipe. Eventual Dante helped him with a shotgun that turned into a nice kiss. After the kids broke Keanu grabbed Dante’s cock giving it a few strokes. He surprised both of us when he bent over and attempted to suck Dante. We could tell he never tried sucking cock before. Dante asking him, “This your first time sucking cock dude.” While trying to keep as much of Dante's in his mouth he shook his head ‘Yes’. Dante pulled his cock out and pushed Keanu’s head toward my cock teeing him, “Home Slice’s cock would be better to start with then mine. You’ll have you’re you learn how to suck me later.” We were now in 69 as I continued to get Keanu’s cock wet enough to fuck me. Dante helped by applying a little lube to my hole. I dropped Keanu’s cock from my mouth, pulled him over so we were face to face and he did the rest quickly driving his raw cock balls deep inside me. He fucked fast and hard. It felt good, but he was going to need to learn how to top. And the best way to learn how to top was to bottom. But for right now we were going to let him have his moment as he pounded away. Dante gave him another shotgun which he did Keanu to that shotgun to me. When he finished filling my lungs the shotgun turned into a kiss. Our tongues explored each other's mouths as Keanu’s pace quickly changed. I could feel his cock get bigger in my ass as his breathing became ragged. He moaned out as he was approaching his orgasm. He slammed into me deeper then me had yet been as I felt his cock spasm in my hole. He pulled back and again slammed back in as he continued to fill me when his sperm. When he finally finished me collapsed on top of me trying to catch his breath.

Apparently the "hooking up again soon" I mentioned was sooner than I thought. My (I guess) new fuckbuddy texted me this afternoon and told me to clean out and meet him after work. I keep an enema bulb in my gym bag, and I hadn't really eaten anything today, so I sluiced on my lunch break, my afternoon break, and right after work, then met him at Peeps. Damn, can that man fuck. I walked out of there with another huge load in my ass, and a "suggestion" that we hook up again Sunday evening.

Go to the local bathhouse. Got locker. Stripped. Poppers in my sock. Found my married buddy. He got a room. We messed around. Kissed. He stared fucking me with the door open guys would look in. One came in and I started sucking him. We went out to a dark hallway. Messed around. Guys would could by. Suck. Kiss lick moved to another areaa. He bent me over and fucked me. More guys watched. Back to his room. He dumped a load in me. We split. Went to watch some porn. Ran into a buddy that’s bred me a few times. We made out. He bent me Over and fuxked me. Went to the video room agian. This hot older otter was there. He stared jacking. He got hard. At least 9 and thick. We went to the dark hallway. I sucked him. Two guys came over and help. Buddy comes in and starts eating the guys ass. I turned around and slid his cock up and down my crack he said he didn’t fuck. We went to the big bed. One guy slid in my ass as I sucked my buddy and otter. Fucked for wbou 15 min. Otter blew a huge load on tom and my faces. Guy blew his load in my ass. Kept fucking. He was fingering my buddy He pulled out of me and slid in my buddy I sat on buddies cock and got another load out of him. Silver fox and I held buddies legs up and I blew all over toms hole. Left the bath. Blk buddy hit me up figured why not. He wanted ass up blindfolded. He slid his 9 thick cock in me and breed me. He left. 20 min later. A hairy muscle buddy hit me up. Went to his place. God his pits tasted amazing. He ate my ass and dumped a load in me. What a fun Friday.

The third part is here. * * * When I woke up the next morning, my ass felt very sore and very full. Then I remembered the butt plug Captain Clarkson had put up there when we were finished last night. I also remembered the order I was given concerning douching. I went immediately to the bathroom and followed my order. I then got my uniform out for my day's work. Whatever that was to be. Once dressed, I headed upstairs. Captain Clarkson was sitting at the kitchen counter drinking a cup of coffee. "You fill that uniform out pretty nice sailor," he said as I walked in. "Thank you sir..Uh, sir? Where do I eat meals?" "As my assistant, you will be with me for all meals. You will cook breakfast, and I have some one who fixes the rest of the meals. I have started breakfast already, since it is your first day." "Now for today's schedule. After you drive me to my office, you are to take this map and visit all the places I have marked. At each place you will introduce yourself as my new assistant. They will most likely have various papers that need to come to me. This will be the biggest and most boring part of your job while here. I promise though that there will be more exciting parts." After dropping the captain at his office, I began the marked rounds. For the most part they were typical sub commands found at any naval base. My favorite stop though had to be the small Marine detachment. I arrived just after their morning PT. The Captain in charge was in his office and to get there, I had to pass through the unit's shower room. My cock grew noticeably harder inside my uniform as I passed among the wet, freshly showered men. I had to fight not to stare at their cocks. When I got to the Captains office, I was ordered to shut the door. The Marine Captain was working on something, so I just stood in front of his desk. He finished momentarily and I noticed his eyes lingered momentarily on my crotch. "FC2 Sams, reporting sir. I am the CO's new assistant." I told him as ordered. "Is that right? Well, lets hope your as good as his last assistant, " the marine said with a wicked leer. Captain Marks as his nametag identified him then got up from his desk. He walked around his desk and approached me. His hand reached forward and grabbed my still half-hard cock. "Let's see how well you use this thing sailor," he said as he began unbuttoning my pants. Once he had my cock free of my uniform, he undid his own pants, exposing his own stiffening member. It looked to be about an average 6" in length and also average in width. None the less, it looked pretty tasty. "Suck my cock sailor!" he demanded. Needless to say I didn't have to be told twice. I got onto my knees immediately and swallowed his cock to the hilt, burying my nose into his pubic hair. I inhaled, taking in his smell. As always, my head began to spin and my instincts set me to work on his member. When I worked my way down to his balls, he began to moan. I then concentrated my energy on tonguing the entire underside of his balls. Then, Captain Marks grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head back and ordered me to lick his ass hole. He turned around and bent over his desk. I reached out and spread his ass cheeks, exposing his fuck hole. Again, I inhaled, taking in the musky odor coming from the crack of his ass and then dove right in. I started by snaking my tongue around the outside of his tight puckered hole. This seemed to drive him crazy. Soon, he was pushing his ass back and begging me to tongue fuck him. I obliged by curling my tongue and shoving it as far as I could up into him. He tasted as good as he smelled and I was enjoying every minute. I moved my hand to my cock and started to stroke it slowly as I gave this marine the best rim job I knew how to give. My own ass was twitching around the butt plug that I had been ordered to keep there at all times, causing it to push lightly on my prostate. "Fuck me, sailor. Give me that big rod and make sure you fuck me hard!" he ordered just as his ass was all lubed with my spit. I stood up and placed my cock at the entrance to his shit hole. When I did he reached behind, grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him, burying my cock deep into his ass with one movement. "Now fuck that ass hard and fast!" His insistence drove me wild and I couldn't help but do exactly what he said. I began fucking him so hard, we were moving his big metal desk slowly across the room. "Yeah, fuck that ass! Fuck it hard! Use that man pussy for all it's worth!" he yelled, making me worry about what could be heard outside the door. I didn't stop though, wanting to fill this guys ass with my load and at the pace he had set that wouldn't be long. In no time, I felt my balls draw up and prepare to launch their load. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum!" I said. "Oh yeah, fill my ass with that jizz!" With one final, massive stroke, I buried myself deep inside his ass and felt my cock shoot. I could feel his ass pulsing around my cock and knew that he was cumming at the same time. We both were letting out loud moans as we emptied our balls of cum. Once we were finished, we both just reached down and pulled up our pants. He reached into his out basket, grabbed an envelope, handed it to me and then said, "you know, I think your going to better that the last assistant." "Thank you sir," I said smiling. I then saluted and left the room. Walking back through the Marines, I noticed they were no more dressed than they had been when I came in and the majority of them were hard. I guess they had heard quite a bit. I also thought that this must be another hand picked unit. This was confirmed when several of the young marines began stroking themselves as I walked out and a few even grabbed my ass. I just smiled and walked out.

The second post is here. * * * It didn't take me long to unpack my things at Captain Calrkson's house on the base. When I was done, I began to look around the place. It was very nice by Navy housing standards. For the most part, the basement was its own apartment, with a small living area, bedroom and kitchenette. The rest of the basement was dedicated to a home gym set up (which explained the great body on the Captain.) Upstairs, were the main living areas. Like every other house, it had a kitchen, living room, dining room, bedroom and two bathrooms. I didn't go snooping however, because I didn't want anything to jeopardize this job. The base turned out to be unexciting at best. The only item of interest I found was that the head at the playing field contained a glory hole which by the look of the cum stains on the walls and the graffiti got plenty of action. I returned home about 1600, not wanting to be late for the Captain. There was a TV in my bedroom so I turned it on and began watching something AFRTS was rerunning and fell asleep. I awoke just after 1800 to the captain's voice from upstairs. "FC2 Sams, front and center!" I ran upstairs and stood at attention before Captain Clarkson. "Yes, Sir! What can I do for you sir?" "Come with me," he said heading for his bedroom. "Strip!" he commanded. "Yes, Sir!" I quickly shed my civvies as he opened one of his bureau drawers. In his hand he held a leather ball cock ring which he snapped around my cock. "You will wear some kind of cock ring at all times. Is that understood?" he said. "Yes, Sir!" "Good, now come with me." Yes, Sir." He led me into the bathroom. "You are to be clean at all times. That means you will shower every day and three times a day you will use this," he said handing me an enema kit. "You will start now," and he left the room. "Yes sir," I replied as he walked out. I filled the bag with warm water and douched thoroughly. When I was done, I returned to the bedroom to find Captain Clarkson completely naked. His body was even better than I imagined. His chest was about 48 inches and covered with just a nice mat of hair that ran down the center of his stomach to connect with the hair in his crotch. "Get over here, bend over and grab your ankles!" he ordered "Yes, Sir!" Once I was bent over, the captain began examining my ass. I could feel his fingers rubbing my tight puckered hole. Then, I felt his tongue push itself into me. My hole immediately relaxed to allow him to get in farther. My dick also responded, bobbing its way to attention. As he licked my ass, Capt. Clarkson reached between my legs and began pulling on my balls. He wrapped his fingers around them and tugged them hard, stretching them to the floor. He then twisted them making them hurt just a little and making me whimper a little in pain. The captain responded by twisting harder. "Sailor, I like men with low hanging balls," he explained, "and by the time your finished here, your balls will hang real low. Stand up!" "Yes, Sir" Grabbing my balls he led me back over to his drawer of toys. He pulled out a leather cord and began wrapping it around my ball sac. He wrapped it tight forcing my balls to hang at the very extreme of my scrotum. They hung stiffly below my cock when he was finished, aching from the pressure. "Now bend back over!" "Yes, Sir" I then felt his hands begin to rub lube onto my ass. The feeling was different after having my ass hole shaved earlier that day. He then, inserted a finger and began twisting it in my ass. "Good, you're nice and tight. We'll change that in the next three years though." Next, I felt him remove his finger and something else was pushed into my ass. It felt huge. I looked behind me to see this eight-inch dildo being shoved into me. My ass was on fire from not being loosened up first. The pain wasn't so bad though that there was no pleasure. My ass quickly opened up to accept the full length of the latex prick. "Move over to the bed," he ordered, "and don't let that dildo out of your ass!" Yes, Sir!" "Get on the bed on your hands and knees." "Yes, Sir!" Once there, Captain Clarkson began to fuck me hard with the dildo. "Yeah, I love to watch a guys ass get filled," he remarked. Next, he pulled out a bigger dildo from the nightstand and replaced the one in my ass with it. Again, my ass felt like it was on fire but it felt great. With this one he was fucking me in long slow strokes and soon, I was taking it with ease. The captain however had a surprise for me. From the nightstand, he pulled and ever larger dildo that was as thick as his wrist. I was told to keep the current dildo up my ass while he got this one ready. He reached under the bed and grabbed a tin of Crisco and began greasing up the dildo. When it was all greased up, he pulled the other dildo out of my fuck hole. I cried out as he pushed that monster at my hole. I felt like my ass was tearing. He stopped and let my ass get used to the new intrusion. As my ass relaxed, he inserted it further but again I cried out. "No please, sir, take it out it's too big," I begged. "Don't be such a pussy, sailor! Take it like a man!" he said and shoved it deeper into my tortured fuck hole. My ass screamed with pain and yet when I looked down, my cock was as hard as a rock. It seemed like an eon but finally, my ass relaxed and I began to enjoy the feeling of this giant latex cock being worked into my ass but just as I was getting into it, he stopped. "I think it's time for you to feel some real flesh in your ass," he said. I smiled thinking how good it would feel to have his cock in my ass. I was surprised however to feel his fingers begin pushing into my ass. I was even more shocked when I felt his hand slide easily into my bowels and my sphincter wrap around his wrist. Once inside, his fingers began massaging my bowels, sending electric sensations all through my body. I was flying with the feelings coursing through my body. "Oh God, Sir. I've never had this much in my ass before." I cried. "You like that sailor?" "Yes, Sir." "I like it too. I like to see a man's ass filled with my hand. I love the warm feel of your bung hole." Captain Clarkson fisted my ass for nearly 20 minutes before I begged him to stop. I just couldn't take it any more. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand from my fuck chute but instead of ending things, he replaced it with his cock. In one swift stroke his shove his nine-inch, monster thick cock into my hole. I was thankful that my ass was well stretched as I took him in. "Come on sailor, take your captains cock! Milk the cum out of it with your ass." "Yes, Sir!" I said. Smack! I felt his hand connect with the cheek of my ass. In response, my ass tightened around his shaft. Smack, smack! He spanked me again. "That's it tight that ass up for your captain." He continued to spank my ass as he fucked me harder and harder, impaling me on his giant rod. Each time he did, I would clamp my ass down around his cock. I was also bucking back to meet his every stroke, eager to have his cock as deep as I could get it. He fucked me like this for another half-hour. His stamina was unbelievable. I knew that I wasn't going to be walking right tomorrow but didn't care. This man was an animal and I wanted him to fuck me forever. "Unghhhhh!!! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!!!!!" he exclaimed and slammed his cock deep into my butt. I felt his cock jump inside me as it spewed his hot load of man cream inside me. With a final few strokes, he unloaded the last of his spunk into my ass and pulled it out. He then reached back into his nightstand and pulled out a butt plug and stuck it into my now empty hole. "I want you to keep that in there at all times, do you understand?" he said. "Yes, Sir" I gasped. "You will only take it out by my order or when douching. Also, nothing else will enter your ass without my strict authorization. Understand?" "Yes, Sir!" "Good, now grab your clothes and go to your room and remember, you don't cum unless tell you to!" he ordered. With that I got up and grabbed my clothes. Smack!!!!!!!! His hand connected with my already sore and red ass. "Goddam it sailor, how many times do you have to be told to say 'Yes, Sir' when you're given and order!" he growled. "Sorry sir", I said meekly and backed out of the room. My ass was so sore, but it also wanted more. I had never had my ass worked over so thoroughly before. I didn't see how it could get any better. Little did I know that it was going to get a lot better before I left this command. The end of Part II If you liked this story, please let me know. I am going to try to do a whole bunch of things with FC2 Sams and Captain Clarkson. One of which will involve Sams getting caught using the glory holes at the ball bark restroom. Little does he know that the captain has been secretly video-taping sailors there for the last year.

This four-part story from Usenet's alt.sex.stories.gay, posted in 1999, still gets me hard. It was a shame that it was locked away in Google Groups. Bringing it out into the light of the web seemed like a good idea. The original post is viewable here. * * * Finally after six years at sea, I finally was going to get shore duty and with luck, my detailer friend had set me up with a good shore billet. To be honest I was doubtful. "Personal assistant" to the commanding officer of some little assed base that no one had ever heard of before in Alaska. Hell, I was hoping to go someplace where I might find a little action. This base was in a town of 1100 and half of those were Navy but Keith said to trust him. Since he had showed me the best time I have ever had when I was in DC, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I arrived on the base and went immediately to the CO to report in. I went into the command center and found the office. I was dressed in my Cracker Jack Dress Blues that were just a bit too tight. As a result, the crotch of my pants left little to the imagination. My cock and low hanging balls were outlined perfectly with the dark material. As I approached the CO's secretary's desk, her eyes widened as they went passed my crotch. I laughed to myself, thinking, too bad baby, that thing is for men only. "FC2 Sams reporting to see Capt. Clarkson." I said in my most military, macho voice. "One moment," she said, staring at my crotch. "FC2 Sams to see you sir, " she announced through the intercom. "Send him in," came the reply. She motioned to the door and I could feel her eyes on my ass as I walked away, a grin on my face. "Close the door," the Capt. said as I entered the room. He was standing behind his desk with his hands behind his back. My new commanding officer was one hot fucking officer. He stood an impressive 6' 5" tall, with black hair (just starting to gray at the temples) and green eyes. His body looked well buffed beneath his uniform and his handsome face was like something out of a GQ magazine. I closed the door and approached his desk. As I approached, it seemed as if he was checking me out. "FC2 Sams reporting for duty, sir!" I said saluting. "At ease," Captain Clarkson said with a twinkle in his eye. "Strip!" "Pardon me, sir," I asked dumbfounded? "I said strip, sailor," he commanded. "Are you deaf or something." "No sir I said," pulling my jumper over my head. "Keith was right, you are one hot sailor," he commented as he came from behind his desk. "I hope you're obedient as well." As I began taking off my pants, his hand reach out and pinched my nipple, making it stand out hard and erect. "These are the duties you will perform while you're here:" he announced as he began running his hands over my chest and back. "Number one, you will be available 24 hours a day. Because of this you will not be in a duty section. Number two, you do not question anything I ask. Number three, after every order you will answer with, 'yes sir' and nothing else. Number four, you will perform all sexual acts I ask of you. Number five, you will not cum unless I give you permission. That means you will not beat off or have sex with another man unless I say so. Are these orders understood?" "Yes sir, " I responded standing there with a raging hardon silently thanking Keith for this duty assignment. "Bend over," Capt. Clarkson ordered. "Yes sir, " came my immediate reply. I felt his hands spread the cheeks of my ass. Then, I felt his thumb rub my puckered ass. "I hope you like things up your ass, because you're going to find it filled quite often," he said as he continued to inspect my naked body. "We're going to have to get rid of a little of this hair though. I like my boys smooth. With that he grabbed my cock and led be to a door in the back of his office. Inside the door was the captain's own private head, complete with shower. "Bend over the sink," he commanded and I complied. Whack!!!! His hand slapped my ass. "What did I tell you to do when I gave you an order!" he demanded. "To say 'yes Sir, ' Sir" I answered. "So why didn't you?" he asked giving my ass another spank. "Sorry sir, it won't happen again." I assured him. "Good!" he said and grabbed an electric clipper. I felt him start to remove the little hair I had around my ass hole with the clippers. When he finished he ordered me to turn around. "Yes Sir!" I answered and immediately complied. He then took the clippers to the area around my cock and balls plus the little bit of hair that ran up to my navel. Once he had it clipped, he put shaving cream around my incredibly stiff cock and shaved the little bit of hair that was left. The cool sensation I felt around my prick when he was done was unbelievable. I felt so dirty and horny that I almost came without touching my cock. "That's better." Captain Clarkson said. "Now let's see what kind of talents you have." With that, he began to undo his belt. I looked down to see that his cock was beginning to get hard and tent his uniform pants. As he unzipped his pants, his cock sprang free. The captain wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock was huge. It was uncut and nine inches long and very thick. It was sticking straight out and I could just see the purple head pushing its way out of his foreskin. At the slit, a drop of pre-cum was just beginning to form. "Get on your knees, sailor!" came the order. "Now suck that cock and don't even think about touching yours." "Yes Sir," I answered, licking my lips in anticipation. I started by going after that drop of pre-cum with my tongue. It had a strong musky taste. My head began to spin as I inhaled his very masculine smell. I dove my mouth onto his shaft and worked my tongue into the foreskin around the head of his cock. The area inside around the head of his cock had that same musky taste of his pre-cum. As I licked my tongue around the head of his cock, savoring this taste treat, Captain Clarkson put his hands on either side of my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I opened my throat and let it slide down. "Yeah, Sams, you have one fucking hot mouth!" I reached up and grabbed his balls, which were just as impressive as his cock. They hung down at least three inches and they felt like two eggs inside his scrotum. They were also shaved to my delight. He still had pubic hair but his balls were smooth and absolutely hairless. I grabbed them and pulled them down towards the floor. The captain responded by moaning. I pulled my mouth off his cock and licked the crease between his balls and his legs. I loved the way he tasted. The salty, sweaty musk his crotch gave off was driving me crazy. Next, I began to tongue his smooth balls. "Fuck yeah sailor, suck those balls!" "Yes Sir!" I responded and sucked one of them into my mouth. I rolled it around with my tongue and was rewarded with another moan. I tried to get the other one into my mouth at the same time but they were too big. "God what a load of cum these things must produce," I thought to myself. After I had given his balls a good bath, I returned to his cock. I began to slowly work my mouth up and down his big tool. I was giving it the best head I knew how. It must have been too much for him though because he put his hand behind my head and began to fuck my face. In and out of my mouth and down my throat, he drove his cock. My head was spinning with the sensation of having this monster prick being forced down my throat. "Yeah, suck that dick you fucking sea whore!" he said. "Yeah, you like having your face fucked don't you? You want my cream in your mouth don't you?" My mouth was full so I couldn't answer. Instead, I just started working my tongue harder around his prick and started fondling his balls with my hands. Soon, he was fucking my mouth faster and I felt his balls pull up in preparation for releasing their load. When his cock let loose with the first blast of his jizz, it hit the back of my throat so hard it gagged me. I didn't care though. I wanted every drop of my captains hot man juice. He pulled his cock out so that just the head of it was in my mouth and let me savor every blast of his sweet tasting cum. I pulled the foreskin away from the head so that I could swallow every drop. Captain Clarkson shuddered as his orgasm subsided. "Fuck sailor, you have a great mouth." As his cock slipped from my mouth, he looked down and frowned. "I thought I told you that you could only cum if I gave you permission," he bellowed. I looked down and saw that I had blown my load all over the floor between his legs and I hadn't even touched myself. "Get down and lick it up sailor!" he ordered. "Yes Sir!" I answered bending down to lick up my own spunk from the floor. Bent over with my ass in the air, the captain spanked my ass each time I reached my tongue out for another wad of my goo. "Now I hope this is thelast time you disobey one of my orders." Once the floor was cleaned of my load, I was ordered to get dressed. "As my personal assistant you are at my disposal always, therefore, you will live in my house." He through me a set of keys. "Your room is in the basement. Go and unpack your things and then you can have the rest of the day to explore the base. But be back by 1800. I am going to need you this evening." My cock got hard just thinking about this evening as I headed to the captains quarters. It must have been really obvious too because I sure got a lot of stares. I didn't care though. This was going to be one great duty rotation.

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Part 27 - The Gymnast & The Thug Andre sat on the deck contemplating his bottle of water and watching it change as clouds obscured the sunlight that late Sunday afternoon. He was not in the mood for poolside chilling, Ben and Jacob were beginning to really enjoy each other's company. He felt a little rejected as he sat alone. Jake was towelling himself having finished swimming, he rubbed his face dry and caught sight of Andre. He asked Marco if he knew what was wrong with Andre but he shrugged and peered over to see him. Marco suggested that it may be a little jealousy nodding to Ben and Jacob, but also Ben was going away tomorrow for over 2 weeks. Jake hadn't thought about that and also how it would affect his brother. Jake threw his towel on the bed and walked over to the decking. "Andre what's up?" "Eh, oh hi Jake, nothing." "Come on Andre tell me what's wrong?" "Ben is going tomorrow and I have hardly had 5 minutes with him over the weekend." "Have you talked to him?" "No, he is way busy with Jacob. You know he is totally infatuated with your brother." "Do you not think it is just a chase to see how far he will go?" "He confided in me that if Jacob becomes serious he would like to see where things went." "What about Zack, do you like him?" "Hell yes, he is so my type. But I think Zack just thought of it as a quickie." "Call him and ask him on a date, do it properly as you have nothing to loose Andre." Jacob was keenly aware of the time and that he would need to go home soon, he decided to join Ben for his afternoon workout and would leave after that. Ben was sat on the bench on the gym cooling down, this had been the best week ever he loved having Jake around but just wish he could really crack the last barrier that was holding him back. Would the time away revert Jacob back to his old way, he also knew that before things went further he would have to tell him everything. He watched Jacob continuing with the weights, if his mind was not on the competition it could spell disaster so did he need to get it all out on the table now. But what if he rejected Ben surely he would be in a worse frame of mind. He completely missed Jacob finishing and sitting down besides him. "Your a long way off." "Yeah, thinking about the competition next week." "I hope you do well at it.." "I have a few things I need to get off my mind, it will either help or make it worse." "Do you want me to leave?" "No, they mostly concern you anyway. But I need to know that I can trust you." "Whatever goes on between us is our business not anyone elses." "You asked about my tattoo a few days ago?" "Yeah not sure what the 'F' is but I know what the other bit means." "You do?" "I am not completely stupid." "Yes, does that bother you?" "No, can't say it does. Straight people know about it as well." "I think you are away past being straight. The 'F' is the family, Fabian's family." "I noticed Jake had one as well." "Does he know you know?" "No, please don't tell him though, I want him to tell me in his own time." "Of course. The other thing on my mind is where does that leave us?" "Us?" "Yes, that is if you think there is an us?" "I like you in a way I have never liked anyone before." "So will you be here when I return?" "Do you mean wait for you?" "Yes. "Well the time will allow me to figure things out, everything has been happening so quick. And it depends if you want me to wait for you." "I would, I mean where else am I going to find me a Jacob who is edgy and rough, its your ruggedness I like so much." Jacob laughed and put his arm around Ben's shoulder. The relief on Ben's face was evident that it had gone well, he stood up and grabbed Jacob's hand and gave him a quick kiss before he said swimming time. Jacob pulled Ben back in to his arms as his face moved quickly towards Ben, their lips met and both sets of lips parted the first very real intimate kiss was happening between them. Fabian and Paul had been chatting a long time on the decking whilst everyone was down at the pool. They had both reached the same conclusion, it was one of ensuring security in the family plus Fabian had wanted to take more of a back seat role. Marco and Jake arrived from the pool still wet and sat down with Fabian and Paul, Andre arrived carrying a tray of drinks and left 4 at the table before heading down the pool to join the others. Fabian and Paul looked at each other nodding to Jake, he looked at the both of them. "What is going on with you two Fabian?" "Paul you tell him." "No you tell him Fabian. Alright, only I thought you might like to do it." "Tell me what Fabian?" "So Paul and I have been discussing you and your job." "I haven't started it yet, hope your not sacking me before I have even stepped foot in the building?" "Heavens no Jake. I think you know by now that Paul and I own a few companies and I want to take more of back seat in GloTech." "Oh." "Paul and I have agreed that we would like you to take over my role at GloTech, effectively you will co-run the company with Paul." "Wow, this is quite big." "Paul and I will train you for the first 6 months and if you are happy in the role I will transfer 10% of my holding stock to you." "I don't know what to say guys." "I will gradually transfer more and more stock until you have my 50% holding and become a full partner with Paul." Jake sat and starred he was stunned at this news, it took Marco poking him in his side to bring him back to planet earth. Paul began telling Jake that the stock holding means he would receive profit share and a salary as part owner. This would provide him a nice amount to comfortably live from. He still sat there trying to calculate everything going on. Jake didn't know what to say apart from the fact he was nervous about taking on such a responsibility. The sun was getting lower in the sky as they carried on talking. Jake broached the subject of Jacob and Ben indicating his concern over his brother as Ben would be away for two weeks, and that it couldn't have come at a worse time. He felt Jacob was beginning to come out of his shell and getting closer to Ben, but the separation may reverse things. "Do you think Ben and Jacob are suited Fabian?" "Well Paul, Marco and I have seen some of the train wrecks Ben has jumped in to bed with, believe me Jacob is much better." "Train wrecks, surely they couldn't have been that bad?" "Hmmm, Ben likes a rough diamond, they are both similar ages and for once I think this may work out as long as he doesn't rush." "So this competition he is doing is he allowed to have family there?" "Of course, any one can go. What are you thinking Jake?" "What if Marco, Jacob and I went over to watch?" "I think that would make him incredibly happy. Just you three though?" "Oh no, you two should come as well." "No not us, why don't you take Andre and Zack and I think your cousin Zack would appreciate it." "Andre and Zack hmmm, well Zack does still have an interest in gymnastics, though I think nowadays it's more candy spotting." "Marco, why don't you speak to Andrew and get the flights booked, I think the 5 five of you going is a great idea." "Are you sure your not coming?" "What and miss the chance for Paul and I to have some alone time. But don't tell Ben, let it be a surprise for him." "It won't put him off when realises we are there?" "He will show off more. But this is purely between us, after the next Olympics and Commonwealth games he is throwing the towel in." "Why?" "He has been at it for 10 years, he is exhausted from all the competitions and training." There was clanging and loud voices from next door, the gate burst open and Spencer came rushing through towards Fabian. He spoke few words '20 gone on the market with Luxury Home Move.', he sat down and grabbed Fabian's drink and took a gulp. Fabian was on the phone to Brad within minutes 'Buy number 20'. Jake just looked at them weirdly before asking what was going on, Marco explained that this house is number 16 and spencer is number 18 so the house next door has just come on the market. Fabian's phone rang and he picked it up asking Brad what the news was, Fabian listened as he repeated 4.2 then told Brad to buy it at any cost and close it today. There was a lot of hustle and bustle going and Jake finally caught up and asked why number 20 was so important. Fabian explained that number 20 was an architectural gem in the road, six bedrooms with open plan living areas with lots of garden and privacy. Marco rubbed Jake's head and gave him a kiss "That was nice, what was it for?" "Because I can and I love you Jake." "I would have you show me how much right here but it might embarrass everyone." Paul started throwing money on the table letting them know he wanted front seats, they were laughing at how much Jake had come out of his shell. Jacob and Ben were still playing around in the pool, Spencer was watching before he let out a 'Oh yes.' everyone turned to look down towards the pool. Jacob had Ben pinned so the side of the pool as they were locked in a very long deep kiss. Fabian held Paul's hand and tapped Jake on the shoulder. "I think it looks like we could have another romance growing right before our eyes Jake." "I can't believe that is my brother, maybe that is why he never held down a girlfriend." "Some people just need to see things with better perspective. Do you think you might dip in and try him out Jake?" "Paul, that is deplorable and unthinkable to screw with my brother. £10,000 and you got a deal though." Paul did not hesitate as he held out his hand and said Jake had a deal but they had to do it by the pool. Jake just gawped at Paul and took his hand. Jokes started flying around about 6 fingers and webbed feet causing more eruptions around the table, the fun was halted as Brad appeared round the corner of the house and walked up to the decking. "Jake you know your brother is trying to suck the life out of Ben." "Yes we saw Brad." "I had half a mind to jump in and join them. Fabian there was already 3 bids in for the house." "Give me some good news Brad." "You got it, had to go to 5.5 but it's off the market and I told them we will close tomorrow." "Excellent, Andre fetch some champagne we need to celebrate." Jacob and Ben joined them on the decking trying to find out what was going on, Jacob took a glass of champagne, Ben sat sulking as he had to stick to water. Jacob was having one of the best days ever and really didn't want Ben to leave or go back to his home. Fabian and Jake persuaded him to stay the night as it was Ben's last night for a few weeks. That evening Jacob sat down for dinner with the entire family, everyone loved Jacob and took to him as he still had that edginess, a quality many in the family adored in him. Ben had finished packing whilst Jacob looked on from his propped up position on bed in his underwear. Ben sighed and said that was it, all done. Jacob patted the bed for him to join him, Ben slid up the bed next to him. Jacob put his arm around Ben's shoulder and pulled him close to his face until their lips met and parted as they kissed. Slowly Ben moved his hand down along Jacob's body until he reached his underwear. Placing his thumb under the band he slowly pushed them down to reveal Jacob's seven inch hard drooling cock, he caressed his balls causing Jacobs head to drop back on to the pillow. Ben kissed his neck and with slow deliberate movement headed towards his left nipple, Jacob stroked Ben's head has he ventured further down until he met the stiffness of Jacob's aroused state. He flinched and sighed as he felt the warm wetness of Ben's tongue gliding up his shaft towards the head. He cried out 'oh fuck.' as Ben's mouth closed around the head, his tongue expertly circling and teasing the piss slit. Jacob wriggled and grabbed Ben's shoulders, he felt incredible, never had he been in such an aroused state of mind and body. He could feel his balls tingling with anticipation and desire to let go and release their contents, he closed his eyes and quietly moaned 'Oh Ben'. Ben's mouth slurped off his cock and began kissing his body as he moved up towards his face again. Their kiss took on even more urgent desire, arms wrapped around each other trying to fight to get closer to each other. Ben reached down and began stroking Jacob's cock, he could feel it pulsing in his hand and that Jacob would not be able to hold back any longer, he took Jacob's hand and placed it on his cock as their mouths met again. Jacob began to moan in to Ben's mouth as his breaths got shorter, he lot out one last moan as Ben's felt the warm liquid firing up his chest. The excitement caused Ben to orgasm shooting volleys of seed on Jacob's chest. Both breathing heavily and looking at each other Ben asked if he was okay, Jacob smiled a smile Ben had never seen before, it resembled a cross between freedom and satisfaction. He kissed Ben as they lay arm in arm falling asleep together. Monday started off grey gloomy both outside and inside the house. Jacob was standing in the entrance hall with Ben, it was 6am but most of the house was up to say goodbye and good luck to Ben. Andre was gave Ben a kiss and hug telling him not to worry about Jacob as he would mind out for him. JP was waiting to outside to drive Ben to the airport where he would meet up with the rest of the team and coaches before flying to Munich. Ben asked Jacob to walk him out to the car, they kissed one last time before Jacob told him to go win, he got in the car and waved as it pulled off down the drive and out on to the road. Jake came outside to meet Jacob. "Okay bro?" "Yeah, I think so. Am gonna miss him." "We all will Jacob. Paul has given you the day off work today so you are spending it here with me." "Cheers Jakey. Are you going to work out?" "Oh yes, I got to get some muscle to handle Ben and Andre when they are playing up, they have taken me down way to many times." "Yeah me to, then maybe we can take them down instead of them always getting us." "Now that is a good plan."

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I was right. My results showed I had gono and clamydia for which I received antiobiotics. All better now! Back to barebacking!

Got a response from a younger hunky son on grdr. He was horny and wanted daddy seed. I went to his hotel and was rock hard in an instant. He was 5'8 165 br/br hairy chest and moustache and beard. He was a beautiful cub guy and I was so turned on. He met me at the door with only his shorts on. OMG that beautiful hairy body and handsome face. "Hi DAD" he said with a big grin. What a smile. We were both hard and started to kiss. Great kisser too. It gets me so fucking horned up with a hot tongue dancing around on mine. We dropped out clothes and worked our way to the bed. I pushed him down and was on him sucking his dick and his nipples and kissing him. He was moaning and groaning in pure pleasure. I turned him over and his ass cheeks looked so hot. I pushed my face in there and rim his hole and played with his ass for awhile. He was writhing in pleasure. My dick was dripping and I got on top of him and slid my cock between his ass cheeks. Rubbing my cock against his hole so wet with my spit. I pushed inside and hit home. I fucked and fucked and fucked. It felt so good inside him. I shot my load deep inside but kept fucking and fucking and shot a second one. We fucked for a couple hours and I ended up giving him 4 loads that night. We kissed and sucked and fucked. At the end he got on top and coaxed my dick up his ass. He used my cock good and jacked off a huge load. I told him i wanted to see him again but he said he lived down south and wasn't sure when he would return. Damn, just my luck..oh well at least I shared some cum with him and left him loaded. I still get hard when thinking about him.

Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.

Flirt I was a faithful husband in a monogamous marriage of three years. My husband was a god among men: handsome, strong, successful, and a great partner in every way. But when I let my mind wander, it wandered down the same path. What likely started off as a desire to see raw fucking had morphed over the years into a fetish for bug chasing. And such dominated my fantasies (as well as my porn searches). I was not on any hookup apps but was popular on other social media. Periodically, I received messages from strangers wanting to meet me or chat me up. I generally declined their messages., but for a reason still unknown to me, one such message didn’t go ignored. The sender’s name was Travis. A brief skim of his profile revealed he was cute (though skinnier than I preferred). He worked as an EMT and lived in the suburbs. His life looked decidedly less – refined? desirable?-- than ours, with a cheap and dirty looking apartment compared to our city condo, a pickup truck to our luxury SUV, a mutt to our Labrador. He initially messaged in response to a photo I posted from the gym, complimenting me on my form. I thanked him, and followed him back. Minor chit chat ensued between Travis and me periodically for the weeks after. And then one Saturday afternoon, our exchange took a turn: Out of nowhere, he sent a photo. It was a selfie from neck down, revealing a skinny torso giving way to what I can only describe as a perfect dick. Thick, long, and beautiful, with a mushroom head that I immediately craved. I was mesmerized and told him so. I wanted to see and know more about Travis suddenly – not just chatter, but substance. His dick had penetrated me through my phone. In the coming weeks, through online conversation, we got to know one another through words, photos and videos. I learned that Travis only fucks bare, which I found so hot. Condoms, he said, were a turn-off. I learned he had followed me online for a while, intuitively knew that I was a bottom who would want his dick. He was a master of words that struck at my core of sexuality: I needed raw penetration and I needed cum. Ultimately, our chats led to the inevitable question: would this be just an online flirtation, or could we meet up in person to consummate our passion. For him, there were no reasons not to get together. He wanted to breed me, and I wanted to be bred. End of story. On my end, all I saw were reasons why this could never happen. I was married (happily, I might add), and my husband would never let a third like Travis into our relationship or allow any open-ness for me to experience this tryst. And if I were to cheat, which I never had, I couldn’t do it raw despite all of our banter and my fantastical desires for Travis’s cum. Travis pressed for a secret get-together. He described how it could go down: I find you in a bathroom, where you drop to your knees. You pull out my big soft dick. You take my cock in your mouth and it grows to rock hard. I pull you to your feet and take you into a stall, bend you over and slide my wet hard cock, drenched in precum, into your amazing hole. Then you milk my load out of me. I loved every detail of this fantasy and tell him so. I told him how I wanted his load in me so badly. I told him what a god he was, how my hole was made for penetration by his perfect wood. But conflicted and faithful, I said I couldn’t. Travis said I was wasting his time by chatting with no future. Our online conversations were likely coming to an end, and that our fantasies were going to be thwarted by reality. But then, unexpectedly, my husband had to leave town for the weekend. Drunk My husband and I were rarely apart, so his weekend away was somewhat momentous. I went out drinking with friends, who treated the event almost like a bachelor party. Midnight rolled around after a long day of boozing, and I decided to call it a night. In the cab home, I instinctively opened my phone and messaged Travis. He was always on my mind. “Hey stud.” “Sup?” was his nonchalant response. “My husband’s out of town this weekend.” A statement that dropped like a rock into a still pond, with ripples reverberating forever into the distance. “I have to come over. Now.” Travis said. I guess I knew I’d invited this response, but it was just so… real. Did I really just open myself up to having an affair with one drunken text? “Like, now now? For real?” I responded. “Yes. Send me your address. I can leave right away.” My stomach churned with excitement and fear as I typed out our address and told him to text me when he arrived so I could guide him into our building. I panicked. What was about to happen? I didn’t know Travis beyond smut talk. It was already late at night. What was I thinking? I decided to jump in the shower to sober up a bit and to prepare for whatever was about to happen. Time was limited if he was already on his way. Fuck My phone buzzed: He was downstairs. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I said aloud to myself. I was literally shaking as I walked to the elevator. I looked at my reflection in the doors as they slid shut. I’d opted for my go-to outfit at home: a jock strap, mesh shorts, a tank, and sneakers. I thought the lighting did right by my muscles, and I smirked at myself. The door opened into the garage level, and there he was in real life. Travis. He was not my type, but he was also everything I hoped him to be. He was tall and lanky, with a mop of sandy-blond hair and a mustache. He wore baggier jeans than I would wear, and his t-shirt had a stretched out collar. He was pale and wore a bright gold chain. For a fleeting moment I thought of my husband, tan, muscular, and perfect, some five hundred miles away for work as the warm summer air blew through our parking garage. “Sup, Eric.” He stated as he boarded the elevator and put his hand on my shoulder with a grin. The doors closed. His hand made its way down my back. He squeezed my ass. Once inside our apartment, he pushed me to my knees. Even though I could surely overpower him, I was powerless: he was in command. Just like in the fantasy he’d sent earlier, I unlocked his soft dick from his jeans and began working it with my mouth. Looking up, I could tell by his facial expressions he was pleased. “Damn boy, I didn’t think this would ever actually happen. Thought you were catfishing me. Yanking my chain.” I didn’t think it would ever actually happen either, I though, as his dick grew. A salty taste gradually took over my mouth; I knew he was pre-cumming a lot. My head bobbed back and forth, occasionally taking a break to suck on his balls or to lick his shaft up and down. His dick was as glorious as I’d thought via photos and videos. Perfect really, and now pulsing thanks to my oral pleasures. Finally, he pulled his cock from me and said “get up” And I did. “I want to fuck you in your bed.” He said with a grin. He liked the symbolism of fucking in my marital bed. I led him to the Master bedroom, turned, and he pushed me down onto the mattress. “Take your clothes off.” He commanded, but then seeing the jock strap said “Leave that on.” Spreading my legs wide, he positioned himself next to the bed and removed his clothing. He then stroked his glorious dick a few times and began aligning his dick with my hole. No lube, just pre-cum and spit. He pressed. It burned. His perfect mushroom head plodded inside me. My longstanding fantasies arose with Travis’s raw entry. I thought about how personal it was to be fucked bare, how there could be no further closeness to be had. I thought of how vulnerable it was to take another man’s bare cock and to accept their load, with whatever that load carried with it. I then thought of the dudes who begged to be pozzed in the videos I’d watched, and the dom tops who boldly proclaimed they were pozzing their subjects. My hard-on raged. “Are you….?” I trailed off. “Fuck that feels good. I’m… I’m not on PrEP. Are you…” It wasn’t my sexiest banter. I felt his dick drive slowly deeper within my tight ass. He diverted his eyes from his dick entering my hole to my face. “I’m not either.” And he grinned wider, pulling out slightly then pushing back inside me. He began these mini-thrusts with his hips. Slowly but surely, plunging his cock getting deeper and deeper. “That’s hot.” I exclaimed. “It’s too late for me to be on that shit. And too late for you now dude.” “Huh?” I half-asked, delighting in the rhythmic fuck. “What do you mean?” “Dude, you’re mine now. It’s just you and me. My raw dick. Inside your pretty ass. Soon my bare, poz cock is gonna be dumping an unmedicated load in you. I’m marking you forever tonight, Eric.” I arched my back and my eyes rolled back as I felt the ecstasy of our hairy balls finally hitting each other as his dick reached my prostrate. His words were processing in slow motion. “Fuuccckkk” I moaned as he pulled out a bit. “You like my poz dick in you?” he said, just as I’d heard many porn stars say before. Red flags were going up in my brain, but “Fuck yeah” escaped my lips. “I knew you would. I knew you were meant to be my slut.” Travis exclaimed as he increased the vigor of his thrusts. “Fuck your ass feels so good. I’m so fucking ready to take you as mine.” I heard and felt his slim thighs and his full balls slamming against mine as his rhythm grew even more. I clenched my sphincter muscles around his dick, hoping to milk it soon. My tender hole could not take much more of a pounding. My dick was leaking precum all over my stomach. I looked up at Travis, who’s grin had given way to an intense grimace as though he wanted to destroy me with his forward thrusts. His skinny torso was glistening with sweat. His chain bounced back and forth as he pounded me hard. He began grunting loudly – I worried my neighbors would hear. “UNH – UNH – UNH – UNH – FUCK I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNG CUM!!! UNH!!! UNH!!! UNH!!!!!! OH YEAHHHH!!!!!!” He screamed, as a toxic eruption took place deep in my guts. I was rock hard and my dick was throbbing as my fuck hole was now lubricated with Travis’s unmedicated being. I stroked furiously, thinking to myself how hot it was that I’d just taken a load from this stud with the perfect dick I’d worshiped from afar for weeks. He resumed slowly pulsing his dick out and in my ass, fucking his POZ jizz deeper into my chute, he wanted to make sure it would take hold. I gripped my dick harder and kept stroking. “You’re mine now, bitch. I’ve marked you like a dog pissing on a tree. You have my DNA in you forever. Your purpose from here out is to worship my cum, to worship me, and to become mine in every way. Lick my pits you fucking bitch. He leaned down and let me lick his sweaty armpits. My tough meandered down to his nipples. My balls tingled, signaling it was time for me to erupt too. “Fuuucckk!” I screamed, and a fountain of neg spunk erupted over my torso.

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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….

We worked in a pizza shop together. I was a manager, he was a delivery driver. We often closed the store together. I was 18, he was 27. Wally was always hitting on me, making suggestive comments, complementing my tight ass, muscular legs, the things he'd love to do to me. I blew them off, I had lots of girlfriends, I was a handsome athlete in high school. But that year I began to get drunk after work a lot. My friends were away at school. I started going to top less bars with the older guys from work. I'd get drunk and worked up. Id get home and jerk off 4 or 5 times before I could go to sleep. One night, Wally was my ride home. He said he was hungry, could we go back to the shop to get a bite? I had keys, we could, we did. When we went to the kitchen he told me all that dancing made me horny how bout you? Yes, I said. Wally said I could easily be a dancer. I was flattered, and drunk, and horny. He said, here, get up on this table, dance for me. He turned on the radio. I began to dance. Your so hot he said. I'll bet you'd look good in a thong. I said, pulling my shorts down, how bout these? I was wearing my Jim Palmer underwear and my cock was straining against the fabric. Wally reached up and began rubbing my bulge. Yeah! He said. SO SEXYBABY. He took out some money and said, yeah baby dance for me. Dance for uncle wally. He rubbed my cock through my bikini briefs, he caressed my ass. As I turned around he stuffed money in my briefs...His fingers brushed my cock. My eyes rolled into my head, I came hard. Wally pulled his fingers out and liked them clean. Mmmmmm he said, so sweet, so tasty. Sit down a minute, let me clean you up. Wally pulled my briefs down as my soaked cock sprang up and smacked my body. He handed me my briefs and told me to clean them off and rubbed them on my lips. He lowered his head th o my cock and sucked me deep. His tongue cleaned me off as his hands slid under my shirt and tweaked my nipples. I moaned and moaned. I came in his mouth again. Wally then kissed me, he shared my cum with me as we kissed. We made out hungrily. I'd never been SO HORNY. He said, come down here, and pulled me to the floor. His shorts were off. I saw his cock for the first time. The light coming in from the skylight in the kitchen illuminated his cock in the light of the night. HE pulled me on top of him and he began tongue in my ass and stroking me. As I lay there moaning on top of him, I began to need his cock. It was so big, and black and shiny. I began to stoke it and lick the head. Wally tongued me deep. He said, yeah baby, enjoy my big black cock....I moaned, I licked, I slobber ed up and down it. I loved the velvety feel, the taste of his precum, the smell of his cock and sweaty balls. I was in heaven. I gagged myself on that big black cock. I jacked it as hard as I could. My ass felt so good with his tongue and fingers going in and out. I came again in a shudder and moaning around his cock. He took my sperms and fingered me with it. And then he rolled away from me and got on his knees. I faced him and we made out. HE pinched my nipples and I stroked him. He told me to ride him and laid down. In a trance I lowered myself over him. His hands pinching my nipples, he encouraged me to go slow, breathe and push myself down when I was ready. I rubbed back and forth on his head until it slipped in, I gasped sharply and Wally grabbed my hips. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly as Wally forced me all the way down on his big black cock. I moaned and groaned and sat there. What a sensation, Wally caressed my cock and I shot cum all over his chest. He moaned. Yeah baby, your my little hot white boy now. He scooped ip my cum and fed it to me. You love that taste don't you baby? Mmmmmmm yes Wally. He pinched my nipples and said, fuck me faggot! Make me cum with that hot white ass! I began to go up and down, he spanked me, I picked up speed. I bounced, he said things to me that turned me on. He yelled as he came and smashed me down on his cock and held me there. I could feel his big black dick pulsing inside of me. He asked me if I was ok after awhile. Yes I said as his cock flopped out of my hole. Wally told me I was his now. He drove me home, I blew him in the driveway as he fingered my cum filled ass. I drank his load and kissed him goodnight. I woke up sore and sticky but felt so good. I called Wally for a ride to work after I cleaned up....

Busy week. Took 25 loads total. Craving more

Do the rules of this forum permit another writer to continue the original authors work?

I don't know how anybody keeps an accurate count. I find it impossible. I can barely keep track of cocks much less loads. Last year I was getting fucked by an anonymous top at the bathhouse. He had a fairly large cock and it stung a little so I assumed he was wearing a condom, wah, but I took it and the fucking. He got off and walked away. I took a piss break and the cum started pouring out of me. It was crazy. He shot a huge wad in my hole and the whole time I thought he was wearing a condom. If he had shot a smaller load I would never have known.

The fourth, and final, part is here. * * * After I had worked for the captain for two weeks, I had pretty much gotten into a routine. Each day, I made my rounds through the base, including the Marine detachment and then would run errands the rest of the day for the Captain. At night, he would sometimes work, calling various commands as well as politicos. When he finished his work, he would take me to the bedroom and have his way with me. That usually amounted to finding different ways in which he could abuse by ass hole. It always included me getting fisted since as the Captain was fond of telling me, "I love to see my hand buried in a man's ass!" I still couldn't believe what was happening. Keith had really set me up to have a great shore rotation. Although if you had told me a year ago that I would be having my ass fisted nightly, I would have told you to go to hell. I never thought I could have it done to me and now my ass started twitching in anticipation at about 1900 every night. It was the beginning of my second week when I was doing my morning rounds. As usual, I timed my arrival at the Marine Detachment for when they would be getting out of the showers. Since my first time, I had not had a repeat of my first meeting with Capt. Marks. Therefore, I was surprised to find him naked when I came that day. His six-inch cock was standing at half-mast in front of him as he stood in the middle of the Marine's locker room. "My men didn't get a real good work out today so I told them that they could get a little more exercise with you. I'm sure you don't mind, do you Sams?" he said with an evil grin. With that, I felt several hands grab me and begin removing my uniform. I just stood there smiling and watching the cocks on the marines around me begin to rise to the occasion. Just as they were finishing removing the last of my clothes, I saw Capt. Marks and Captain Clarkson enter Marks' office and close the door. Then, I was pushed to my knees and presented with two gorgeous hunks of man meat. The two cocks in front of me belonged to two of my favorite Marines. One of them was a 6' 3" black man with the most incredible body of his detachment. His cock was about 8 inches long and relatively thin. The other one was even larger and was attached to a very young Puerto Rican boy with the most beautiful eyes. Unable to decide which to go for first, I chose to try and suck them both at the same time. Since they were both so big, I could only fit the heads of them into my mouth. With my hands though, I reached up and started to massage both men's balls. Behind me, another Marine was removing the butt plug Capt. Clarkson insisted I keep in my ass at all times. It was quickly replaced though with a hard prick. I bent myself forward so that the guy in my ass could get better penetration. With a cock in my ass, I decided to give the Black and Latino cocks in my face some individualized attention. I started with the Black marine's cock. Swallowing it until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I held his cock in my throat and flexed my throat muscles. He seemed to like this cause I heard him moan. Next, I tried the same trick with the even larger Latin Prick. I looked up when I had his entire shaft down my throat and saw that he and the Black man were having tongue wars. I returned my attention to their cocks. Behind me, my ass was being filled with a new prick since the first guy had apparently cum. At the moment I didn't care though. I wanted to swallow these two men's loads so I started to really work. Switching between the two, I mouth fucked them as best I could. My reward came all to quickly as they both shot their loads deep down my throat. After I had swallowed the last drops of cum from their cocks, I looked around me. There were about 15 of the detachment of 30 marines standing around stroking hard pricks. The rest of the men were engaged in other areas of the locker room. Most of them seemed to be engaged in either fucking or being fucked. My own ass was getting slammed hard. By the sound of it, the man fucking me was about to deposit his load deep in my bowels. I flexed my sphincter muscle to help him along. It worked too because he let out a load yell as his cock spewed its load into me. When his orgasm finished, I was led over to a bench where two marines had laid down on in such a way that their cocks were touching. I quickly realized that what I was expected to do was to squat over both cocks and get fucked by both of them at the same time. Another new experience! I had seen this done in a porno once so I was really excited to try it. Reaching between my legs, I grabbed both cocks and held them together. I then eased my ass hold down to meet both cocks. I was surprised at how easily I got them both in. I was even more surprised at how good it felt. As I rode these two cocks, the Marines standing around were shouting encouragement. I opened my eyes and watched them beat off as I moved in a steady rhythm. While I got fucked by these men's two cocks, several of the surrounding marines shot their loads from fisting their pricks. When they did, they maneuvered themselves so that their cum would land on me or the men who were fucking me. When they did, I would reach down and scoop up their cum with my fingers and put it into my mouth. After I had done this several times, another Marine began doing the same and then he would kiss me and share the cum with me. I have no idea how long I rode these two men's pricks but I do know that they both came simultaneously. When the finished cumming, two more marines were quick to take their places. This time though, I was to take two huge black cocks whose girth together was thicker than my wrist. My ass felt like it was going to split as I sat on their cocks. Just as I was getting into a rhythm though, I was pushed forward and one of the men's cocks came out. I was now laying chest to chest with on of the men. The other man then got behind me and started to re-insert his rod. Now he was in control and he had no interest in being nice. He started ramming his cock as hard as he could into me, raping my ass. With each stroke in, he would push the other guys cock into my prostate. The sensation was more than I could take and I quickly began shooting my load. The feeling must have been pretty good for the guy beneath me too because he began to breathe harder. I knew he was getting close. As his orgasm built and mine subsided, I plunged my tongue into his mouth and began kissing him as deep as I could. He responded to my tongue with his own and quickly, he was moaning and kissing me as he unloaded his load of cum into my well-fucked ass. "Attention on Deck!" As quickly as we could, we all came to attention. Marines with cocks at all stages of erection froze into place. "Captain Clarkson and the Marine Captain, walked forward and began inspecting everyone's pricks. "Who hasn't cum yet?" Capt. Clarkson asked. Movement in the room told me that several hands had been raised. "OK, you marines are invited to my house tonight where you will be allowed to finish what you started today. Captain Marks, you of course will be there too," Clarkson said. "In addition, I want you and you and you to be there also." I looked to see whom he had singled out. One of the men he picked was a guy I noticed getting fucked earlier and the other two men had the largest dicks in the company. One of them was the Puerto Rican boy that I had sucked off first. Damn, I couldn't wait until tonight.

Wow, the followup is just as good as Part I. Lyle's a lucky boy to be naive and enjoy the breeding without even realizing the consequences.

Sorry that I misjudged your intent.

I like this story. I hope there is more to cum

12. I used lip gloss as lube

I'm also a bottom but it's kinda annoying that even when the issue has to do with guys with big cocks who like to fuck, bottoms think the issue relates to them. We already know that most bottoms who bareback are obsessed with cum and getting their hole bred. But this question is for guys with big cocks who like to fuck. Bottoms: Control yourself!

My husband loves to fuck my hole after it is sloppy with cum... so to celebrate his birthday we are on a weeklong trip to Toronto and Montreal. Last night, we went to Steamworks Toronto for their black out party. I was in the sling in my room with a blindfold on... 4 loads in and tally marks and graffiti all over my body... fucking hot! Let's see if we can add to it this weekend in Montreal!

Was feeling slutty on Tuesday night so I went out to my regular ABS -- Peeps Too -- after work. I did get to worship a perfect cock for about a half-hour, got a huge load down my throat from another cock, and then got fucked (with a condom, damn it) by a top who -- when he was getting ready to come -- stripped it off, turned to another glory hole, and gave a different cocksucker his load. I believe the initials are SMH. I went to our other local ABS -- Mr. Peeps -- and managed to get another cock in my mouth raw for a bit, then he wanted to fuck me ... again, with a condom. Ugh. He couldn't stay hard, and wanted me to suck him with a condom, so I pulled away and stood there while he fidgeted and then left. The next guy who walked by looked at me and said "ugh, no fucking way. Just leave," then walked out of the booth; however, the next guy looked through the hole and asked me to get a room with him. He looked familiar, and when I came out of my room I saw that he was a top I'd played with the last time I was there. I went to the corner booth and fed the machine, and then he came in and locked the door and told me to strip. Yes sir! I got down to my shorts and he yanked me to him so I could chew and play with his nipples, then told me to strip the rest of the way. Once I did, he turned me around and shoved his cock into me and started fucking. Every now and then he'd pull out, spin me around, and have me worship his nipples, lick his neck, or -- as he put it -- get his cock wet. We went through some different positions, half of which made us laugh when we would trip over each other or slam into the chair or wall, but he finally pushed me flat onto the floor and dumped a huge load in me, then pulled me up and told me to kiss him. I alternated between kissing him and playing with his nipples, and the whole time he was stroking me and telling me I wasn't allowed to come. He wound up leaving an ENORMOUS hickey on my neck and told me he was marking me, then turned me around and dumped a second load in my ass. We got dressed, and this time around exchanged names and phone numbers. He said he'd text me the next time he was feeling horny, or I should text him the next time I've got the time to be slutty, because he wants to try for three. I kept his loads in as long as I could, but they eventually oozed out and between my shorts and my towel, it was a puddle more than twice the size he had me leaving on my kitchen floor the last time. I took video of it, but it didn't come out the way I expected. (Then, too, I didn't like the way my ass looked. Body positivity, eh?) But yeah, we're hooking up again soon, I can feel it.

For me the bigger the cock, the better. Always up for a good bare challenge

My favorite position to be in with a fat dislocated in my cunt! ❤️??

Hi guys, It's been a few weeks now that I have discovered the Bunker in Paris and every time I go again, I enjoy it more and more. I got very much into this whole thing at the Cumunion in SF last September, but that's another story. Every Sunday pm, it's super crowded at Bunker. I'd easily guess around 100 guys there. And most of it is BB... I have been a few times as top, but last time was the first time as a bottom. My goal is to become a no load refused cum slut, and I think I made a big step forward.... Last time, I had cleaned out my ass. And my goal was to get loaded anonymously at the glory holes. I did not want to see the guys. Just being a hole. It didn't quite turn out as I planned. The first glory hole cabin that I found, I pulled down my pants and pushed my ass against the hole, waiting for someone to come in. I felt some hands on my ass, but unfortunately nobody wanted to fuck. So I continued my way. Passed by the darkroom where lots of guys were fucking, and then I found the glory hole walls... The tops go up a few stairs so that the hole is just at the height of the bottom's mouth while he is standing. The bottom's side is completely open so that people can watch the slutty boys how they suck the anonymous cocks. Three holes are on that wall, and I was lucky that the middle one was free. I went there, looked through the hole, and saw the first guy stroke his cock. I put my finger through the hole to give him a sign that I am ready to take it. And he pushed it through straight away. It was a pretty big cock, thick as well. I couldn't take it all the way. But it tasted super manly. I could smell the sweat from his pubes. And so I started being a good bottom and serving his cock. I played with his balls as I took his cock, licked his shaft, took it as deep as possible and let him do some fuck movements into my throat. After a good 10 minutes, he moved away and was immediately replaced by another cock. Bit smaller, but just as tasty. It tasted a mix of lube and cum, and I am sure that he has been fucking a hole before he gave me his cock. I cleaned up as a good bottom, sucked him for another 10 minutes, hearing him moan. Then I noticed that the tops can look over the wall and see the bottoms work on their cocks. I didn't want to see him. I too much enjoyed this cock and just being focused on it without knowing who is the guy I am actually sucking. The only thing I started noticing at one moment was that I could get a glimpse of the silhouette of the guys as they withdrew their cocks, and I can tell you it were guys I'd normally not even touch. Mostly daddy types, not always in shape... But now I totally didn't care. I was just a hole for cock and I wanted to be a no load refused slut... This hole thing continued for a while. One daddy after the other pushed their cock through. Then came number 6. He was a quite small cock, but I was there to serve anyone. So I took it in my mouth straight away. And damn, after 30 seconds he blew his load inside me. I swallowed it straight away. I finally got rewarded with a load of sperm inside me of a guy I don't know. This made me so horny. And probably not even a sexy guy that I liked... Inspired by this load, I continued until cock 9. While I was busy with cock number 8, I felt some hands on my ass. I forgot that the whole area was open and anyone could see me. As I felt the hand, I pushed out my ass a bit to show the top that I was willing. He spit on my ass and pushed his cock straight inside me. I wasn't lubed or anything, not even fucked before, so I struggled a bit. But he basically didn't care. He fucked me for 5 minutes while I sucked cock number 8. I had no chance to turn around to the see top's face. I just touched his cock at one moment to confirm that it was raw inside me. And it was. Gosh... I was in heaven... Truly used... Then he pulled out from my ass, I reached out to my hole still with cock 8 in my mouth. Damn, my hole was wet! There was this slimy feeling, and as I was holding my wet fingers under my nose I knew that this guy blew his load inside me... Number 8 must have seen all that from his top position above the wall and shot his load inside my mouth. I wanted more, but it was quite late already at that moment and the place started to empty out. I got another cock through the glory hole, but none in my ass. I definitely have to go back to continue on my journey!

I spent this weekend loading up as much as I could. My total: 7anal, 4 oral. I hooked up with a friend that whored me out to his friends. Nothing like having a collar on, being a cum dump for guys I don't know.

Just met up with a guy from Breedingzone--not gonna say who--but I got pissed on, we swapped bugs, and now I have CUM DUMP written on my ass. Who's next?

Pride SF BBC in my bedroom my legs are now wet after his cum bubbled out

Hey m8, cheers for the follow..

Tasty guest. Would love to suck his balls!

Chapter 2 - ( a bottle of red and I'm ready to write, please excuse the grammar) I messaged him back and asked him to come up. It seemed like ages as I waited skilling the rest of my scotch, it burned as it travelled down my throat, a shover ran through my body from the strong alcohol and the anticipation. A knock sounded at the door. Opening it, I found myself looking on heaven or maybe hell on earth. Tall, handsome, rough. He smelt good. I could never understand why guys liked stench. I like men who smelt like clean men. I could smell him but also the faint waft of Hugo Boss. His jeans hugged his waist and his black shirt opened slightly at the neck too show off his curly dark chest hair. His pictures didn't do him justice. This man was hot. He was the man of whom I had been dreaming. But then I noticed something that gave me pause. Behind my dream man stood a muscled black guy. Don't get me wrong - the black guy was also fucking hot, but I hadn't arranged for two guys. I was expecting only my breeder. The black stud was an unknown. "Hey mate, I'm Patrick or Seeder69. This is Carl. I was hanging out with him at the pub and thought your hole would enjoy his cock too. Mind if we come in?" he asked, taking my assent as an obvious forgone conclusion - which, in truth, it really was. I couldn't control myself. Stepping aside I ushered them in. "I'm sorry, guys, I know this flat isn't much. I got use of it from a mate. I do have some scotch, however. Do you want a drink?" "Why do you have some shots with us," suggested Carl, his voice deep and husky. It made me leak. "I think you are going to need to be loose if you plan to take both of us on." Following his suggestion I set up three shot glasses. We slammed them down and enjoy the warm glow of a good single malt. Patrick removed his shirt, showing off his muscles chest. His jeans were next. The corded muscles of his arms and legs clearly advertised someone who not only worked hard at the gym but had a physical job. His body was massive. There he stood, perfection, in his jockstrap. A massive bulge obscenely tenting the material and a wet patch marking the zenith of his organ. It pulse and did a little jerk as he looked at me, a smile on his face as he noted I was still wearing my boxers. We couldn't have been more different. My pale slim and hairless chest, and although I wasn't a slouch in the cock department and filled out my undies nicely, the truth was my cock simply didn't compare to the monster clearly contained within his briefs. I dropped to my knee and shuffled forward in front of him. "Can I suck you?" " Only after another shot. I like my boys messy." I leaned forward and smelled his crotch. Clean, manly but with that hint of sweat and musk. He grabbed my head and ruffled my hair as he pressed my face into his groin. "Oh baby, I'm going to break you tonight, you are going to walking well tomorrow." Did I want this, I could feel my cock leaking in my undies. He was everything I dreamed of, perhaps honestly more than I could actually handle. And then there was the fact that he was poz. And that was without even considering his mate Carl.

Part 15; The new twink and I hopped into a cab, driving towards his new life. Remember my mate Phil who entered this story at part 3. I messaged him; 'Hey Phil. I've got a new one. Just your type too. You free to come on over and give him your nasty filthy fully blown load?' We arrived at mine, and as we got out the cab Phil messaged back. Hell yes, he was game, and would be over later. We entered the garage directly instead of accessing it the usual way via the house, and locking it behind I motioned the new boy to the back, where my Dungeon is... 'OMG, a sling, I have always wanted to lie in one whilst having FUN'. 'Well, hop in'. I immediately restrained his wrists and ankles! I saw the mixing bowl that my newly charged twink had emptied the 17+ loads out of his cunt as I had instructed ... HOT! I went to find him. He was relaxing on the couch, watching some TV, naked, sitting on a towel as his was obviously leaking cum. I got him a set of my German Army Boots ... 'Hey, put these on, and come with me to the Dungeon. I picked up a sexy twink at the Sauna'. My newly charged up poz pig looked concerned ... 'Don't worry, he's not here to replace you. In fact, I reckon you'd make great brothers'. And off we went to the garage. What a beautiful sight, to see another twink accepting his destiny, as he lay there in the sling. I said to him ... 'This is your brother. I infected him about 1 month ago. He got his results today. My newest poz piggy. Now, earlier you took my strain in it's pure form, and soon you will be mutating it to make it your own. Now you are going to get my strain again, BUT, in an already mutated form via your brother, so, you are getting me .... TWICE, in one evening'. I looked at my newly charged up poz pig ... 'Go on, FUCK your brother, let's become a close knit toxic viral trinity; The Father and his two boys'. My newly charged up bottom poz pig found his inner 'Deviant Top', and stuck his very infectious Dick up his brothers cunt, grabbing onto the chains of the sling, growling and snarling like his old Man would do (he's already picked up some very good habits from me, it seems). Watching my two Beautiful Boys bonding like this was oh so super sexy. One newly infected, and one on the way, and both ultimately connecting with their Dad on a permanent level! It was also very sexy to see my newly charged up boy still sporting the sign 'Poz-Faggot' that I wrote on his chest earlier. As they fucked I prepared a special treat for the newest boy ... I attached a catheter to a syringe, and closed of the catheter with a clip, so anything I would put in the syringe would not leak out. I then scooped the 60ml syringe into the bowel of 17+ loads of cum, attached the plunger, and propped it up against a wall, ready for use. Looking up I saw my two sons fucking, but now both kissing passionately also, as my newly charged up boy hips rocked back and forth as he ground in his filthy weapon into his brothers sweet beautiful neg cunt. Fuck, I had to join in! I pulled my jeans and pants down, spat on my fully blown Dick, and entered my boy as he fucked his brother. It was obviously fate for me to have these two boys as my sons, as we immediately entered into a natural rocking rhythm as the three of us fucked in a lustful toxic Dad son uni'son'. Suddenly my newly charged boy started making cumming noises, yelling and grunting. I felt his cunt grip and massage my nasty Dad Dick. Fuck it. I started to let go of my very own lethal death juice, spraying inside my sons guts. We all lay there, spent ... Dad and his two boys! ... ??

Part 14; I went to the spa pool area to begin my search of crix man. Bingo on my first look. There he was trying his charms on a mid twenties looking guy who clearly wasn't interested. 'Hey. Yes, you, dry yourself up, you are coming with me'. He was so startled he just did as he was told. He followed me to our private room. I opened the door and motioned him in. I took the dildo out of the new twinks ASS. 'We both feel a bit mean that you didn't get to finger his cunt earlier. So, go for it mate'. He went to take a step forward, then moved back, as though this was some kind of trap. I nodded towards the twink and gave the green light face. He moved forward again, kneeling between the twinks legs. He slowly inserting his middle and index fingers. His face relaxed into a greedy lust, quickly followed by his ring and small fingers now also inside the twinks cunt. That's right, crix man had 4 fingers inside upto his knuckles and was being rough with his jabbing, no lube, and unkempt sharp nails. I noticed that his now hard Dick was oozing, and it certainly did not look like pre cum. 'What's that coming out of your Dick?' 'Oh yes, um, I guess I have gone and caught Gonnorhoea again. It started a few days ago, and haven't gotten around to going to the clinic'. A lifeboat for my death-seed. My new twink would not forgive his Dad if I didn't get that pus inside him! 'Get yer Dick in him mate'. 'You got a condom to hand?' 'He doesn't use them anymore, do you boy!?' 'No Dad' 'But it isn't just the Gonnorhoea. I am also poz, have been off long term medication for several months now'. 'Did you hear all that boy?' 'Yes Dad'. 'You want him to wear a rubber boy?' 'PLEASE NO Dad'. 'You heard him. And I want to see you smear that disgusting pus on his cunt'. He took his 4 fingers out, and milked his perineum, forcing more thick and creamy yellow infectious pus to ooze from his slit. Holding mid shaft he as instructed smeared his flowing pus all over my new twinks sweet pink and until recently 'innocent' cunt. 'Beautiful. Now FUCK him!' This wasted looking crix beast climbed between the restrained twinks legs, and sunk his multi infectious shaft in deep. My new twink let out a huge moan of ecstasy. I took his blindfold off... 'Is this what you have been looking for?' 'Yes Dad. Oh Fuck Yes.' I removed his restraints, and like a natural he wrapped his legs around crix Man's back. I sat back and watched them fuck, locked in an intense animalisitc grip. Having watched for a while, stroking my Hard Dick, I said... 'Get on all 4's boy'. 'Yes Dad'. They released their grip, and he did as he was told. I knelt before his face, shoving in my Dick. Crix man held onto the twinks hips, and plunged back in, fucking at a steady pace. We looked at each other. His face was pale and sunken which enhanced his bushy mustache. His eyes were glazed. We exchanged a look that only a certain group of people could understand. He then began to quicken his fucking pace, and his breathing was becoming erratic. I knew he couldn't hold much longer. 'Go on mate, breed his cunt with your filthy poison'. That was all he needed to hear, and with that he commenced high powered piston fucking, and was soon screaming 'Haaaaaaaaaaail', as he grunted demonically, unleashing his own unique mixture of nasty life changing pathogens. He fell on top of my twink, spent, and continued to slowly rock his hips, grinding in his death-juice. He stood up, and commanded that his shaft be licked clean. My new boy did as he was told. Crix man looked at his cleaned up Dick... 'You've done a good job, but, you've missed a bit'... And with that he milked his perineum bringing more pus to ooze out, which was soon lapped up by my eager boy. And then he disappeared into the maze as quickly as I brought him into my private den. I looked down at my new twink, who looked up at me with a satisfied piggy expression as he semi fisted himself with 4 fingers upto his knuckles... 'Right, you are coming home with me, Let's get dressed and go. No need to shower. Let everything take'.

The Trainee (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Shane went to work and gave 100 %. No matter what was asked of him, he seemed to be highly motivated and since he wanted to impression he smiled to everyone, trying to be polite and helpful. Certainly his speed slowed down, whenever he had to pull up his pants or to pull down the blouse. Every time he bent down to pick up something from a pallet, the cleft between his ass-cheeks became clearly visible. Of course he received some rude comments, mostly from older women or mothers with children. Every time a female hissed the word ‘Pervert’ at him, he wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. One woman asked him, why he was so scantily dressed, commenting she didn’t want to see his behind exposed to her or her two kids and thought it was also not appropriate for him to wear a women’s blouse. Shane explained the store didn't have a uniform in his size, so the clothing he was wearing was the best that was available, but the ady didn’t accept his excuse and complained about Shane’s appearance at our service point. I was called to the information desk and had a conversation with this woman. Of course I apologized for those circumstances, because that’s my job – to be professional. But truth was: I did not care what she was thinking. We went further away from the service point, so my other employees wouldn’t hear me. Shane was standing in quite a distance holding a cornflakes box in his hand, mashing it up involuntarily. He could see us, but was too far away to understand a word I was saying. “We offered him a uniform, fitting his body measures, but he declined. But we are an open minded store in a liberate town, we do not interfere with our staff member’s ways to express their own lifestyle. Shane chose a daring way to dress himself, but he wears the required uniform, even if it is one or two sizes too small. She didn’t look very happy about that answer, nagging about that her children would go blind, if they had to look one more time at this perverted guy. “Well… Shane is a good worker and as long as he wears the uniform, even if it is too tight, we don’t mix up with his personal opinions about his sexual orientation or his intentions about exploring new aspects in his life… as Shania for example.” She opened her eyes real wide and stormed right out of the store without saying another word. Guess she thought her kids would turn deaf, if they’d have to listen to me for one more minute. Shane looked like he was going to get fired in any second, when I walked up to him with a grim look on my face. He let his head hang down, but I only grabbed him tight on his nape and told him, that he shouldn’t worry too much about it. He did nothing wrong and made an excellent job. I pinched his left nipple playfully through the soft fabric of his blouse and told him to move his ass for our customers. There were those nagging housewives on one side, but on the other hand there were plenty of guys, who really enjoyed Shane’s effort. Some observed him working hard from a safe distance. Others asked him for help because they couldn’t find certain things. Yeah – right! By the way, those things were somehow ALWAYS on the lowest shelves. So he spent most of the time squatting down, searching for the stuff the customer’s requested. Once he found an item he stayed in his crouched position and handed the stuff to the guy asking for it. He was looking up like a puppy in need for a treat, but strangely enough, most of the items were wrong and he had to keep looking for the right articles. Sometimes he was held down by a resting hand on his head playing with his hair for example, while the guy would read the description on the back of the package, only to tell him he was looking for something else. This happened not forcefully. The males just wanted to prolong their horny games and get the chance to touch the twink for a couple of times. Then I observed something interesting. Two guys worked together – filming the lad obviously. While Shane crouched in front of a bulging guy, his friend was standing right behind Shane’s back and recorded the whole situation with his cell phone. Shane’s exposed butt was clearly shown in the picture, and the guy in front of him, groped his cock through his pants very noticeable. The boy lowered his eyes in embarrassment. He played with his junk also from time to time in public, but not when someone was clearly watching him. He didn’t even realize, the second mate was recording the whole scenery. It looked like an intro to a cheap porn movie. Besides that, I couldn’t count how many times Shane bumped into other guys crotches with his face. He simply turned his head and wanted to ask the guys something or hand the article to them and found his face smashed to some male’s genitalia - even if, of course, the man was wearing pants. The strange thing for him was, the men never seemed to bother. They didn’t move back or say anything about it. They just stood there, making it totally uncomfortable for the boy to escape. Although it was not his fault, he apologized with a shy smile. This made most guys go crazy. I could see it in their eyes. They wanted to fuck this faggot badly. After several hours of work, Shane was released to do his break. In the break room he tried to do his best to socialize with other guys. But the females just whispered at the other table and, shen Shane asked to take a seat the guys abruptly went back to work. So Shane sat there all alone, staring out of the window, killing time until his break to be over. Before going back to his work the boy went to the bathroom to take a piss and wash his hands. Entering the bathroom, he saw two of the guys who had split the break room when Shane tried to introduce himself. “Well, look who is here. Are you sure you chose the right toilet?” one of his associates said. “Come on guys, don’t be like that. This is my first day….” “Listen faggot. I don’t care about the store politics. I don’t care about political correctness… I just want to tell you – if you ever touch my ass, or look at me or make advances towards me… I will beat you to a pulp you fucking homo….” the other one growled. “I am not a fag man, I have a girlfriend….” Shane tried to defend himself. The guy with the nameplate ‘Jon’ gave him such a slap to his face, that he landed dazed between two urinals. “Are you calling me a liar, faggot?” he asked agitated. Both guys moved towards him and Shane tried to get up, but had no chance. Another slap hit his face. “What is it faggot… you calling me a liar?” he repeated himself. Both guys clenched their firsts and Shane was highly scared of being beaten up in this toilet. “No…. no…. you are not a liar” the boy mumbled. “So what…?” Jon growled. “I… I am… a faggot” he whispered. “You owe me 10 dollars Brian” Jon laughed loudly. “I told you – he is a fucking homo and I don’t care what you heard about him before. Look at him, how he focuses his gaze at us, how he stares at our bulges – do you like what you see?” Shane had no choice, since both guys towering above him, to notice the crotches in front of him. “Why don’t you pay some respect to me and my buddy and let’s say – give us a kiss on our superior cock lumps.” Jon suggested to Shane and winked at Brian. “It is okay… there is nothing wrong about it faggot. Just give each of us a quick kiss on our bulges and we are off to work. No harm done….” Jon grinned evilly. Shane felt like he had no other choice. He was scared to death, to get his face beaten and so he straightened up a bit and gave a quick smooch to Jon’s covered dick and then in light speed he did the same thing to Brian’s bulge. “Are you kidding me?” Jon snarled dangerously. “You didn’t even hit my cock you low life…do it the right way or else….” “I thought you queers are able to detect if a guy is carrying his cock to the left or to the right side – now… Go on… Continue…. check out my junk and if you got it right, give me a nice and friendly kiss on my cockhead…. HURRY UP NOW!” Jon slapped Shane lightly on his head. Brian was satisfied obviously, because he stepped back a little bit, which gave Jon had more room now to expand himself in front of poor Shane. The lad raised his shaking hands up to Jon’s crotch and started massaging the guy’s cock area. “You know Brian, my dad once told me, faggots are quite good substitutes, if your girl is not around… they are quite good cock suckers.” Jon explained to his friend casually. “Are you a good cock sucker boy?” he wanted to know. “No… no” Shane looked up and shook his head. “My dad told me, they are also drinking your piss if you need to relieve yourself. Hell – they even lick your asshole!” he exclaimed. Shane sobbed softly while he made out Jon’s hardening cock. “Yeah… you got it – no kiss my cockhead through my jeans. Show me how much you respect me! Lick over my pants before sucking my cock through the fabric.” Shane tried to look for sympathy in Brian’s eyes but he could see no compassion. And so he stuck out his tongue out and licked this totally stranger his jeans in the front. He heard some clicking and saw Brian and Jon were both taking pictures on their cell phones. “Do you want us to help you, do some practice on your cock sucking then…” Jon asked in a calm but threatening tone. Shane looked up to both guys with begging eyes and whispered ‘Pleaaaaase’ softly, in order to make them stop. “No need to beg faggot. I will spread the word around, that you are willing to give head for associates in need…..like the whore…. what was her fucking name again?” Jon looked at his pal. “Mindy….” he replied. “Yeah fuck… the whore was good in cock sucking, but she always refused to suck ass…. good that we have at least this opportunity now… right – faggot?” Jon asked more rhetorically. “But aren’t you a fag also, if you give your cock to a faggot?” Brian asked his mate. “Not if you are using him as a hole. If you don’t suck another guy or take cock up your ass, it is not a homo thing. This is just stress relief if a true cunt is not available.” Jon stated. “Let’s go back to work Jon… we are already late” Brian suggested to his friend. Jon stepped back a bit and gave Shane another hard slap to his face, to which Shane yelped out and held his hand against his cheek. “Don’t fuck with me faggot. If you tell anyone about our little agreement, I promise – you will be sorry. Got that freak?” he asked sternly. Shane couldn’t help but nod. Once those bullies left the bathroom he started to cry. He couldn’t continue working at this place. He was not safe here anymore. In his mind the idea formed to find me and to tell me about him quitting the job. He didn’t want give any reasons. He would just quit and leave this place and he would be safe. Once Shane walked back into the store another associate he never saw before passed him and pointed at him. Then he poked his tongue against the inner side of his right cheek, mimicking the international sign for ‘sucking cock’ and grabbed his bulge obscenely. Rumors started to spread already. Shane was out of his mind because of his anxiety.

... forever

Woke I awoke Saturday morning with a splitting headache and a dry mouth. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Travis sleeping soundly by my side, and the clouds in my mind cleared quickly: My ass was sore. This man, who’s not my husband, fucked me last night. Bare. To completion. And he’s HIV+. Fuck--what have I done, I thought. I began to sweat, as the gravity of my fuckup hit me. And then my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I rolled over to look and saw it was my husband Brad calling. “Hey baby!” I answered with a somewhat hoarse tone. “Hah – hey lover” he said, “you sound rough. How was your night on the town with our boys?” “Oh, it was pretty fun I guess,” I responded half-heartedly. “Not too eventful.” And then I felt my jock strap snapped from behind and Travis’s hands on my ass. I clinched my gluten as an attempt to indicate the touch wasn't welcome. He inched his naked body closer to mine anyway. I’d awoken the big dicked, skinny stranger with this phone call, and it was apparent he wasn’t going to make chatting with Brad easy. Travis parted my ass cheeks with his hands as I tried to ignore him and pay attention to Brad, and then Travis inserted his first finger. As he began his single finger fuck of my tight hole, the fact that his poz spunk was still buried in me was on the forefront of my mind. And then a second finger slid in alongside the first. I grimaced. And then a third finger made its way inside me. In any other situation I would have yelped in pain, but I remained silent for Brad. “What you up to today?” Brad asked, as Travis began assaulting my fuck chute with his callused fingers. He worked my hole, shoving his digits in and out, twisting them with each entry. Occasionally I felt his finger nails scraping against my tender anus wall. It was all I could do not to make an audible response to the act. And yet, my dick began to harden. “Not totally sure. Probably just laying low. How about you –- are the meetings going well?” I asked as I felt Travis’s whiskers on my neck, kissing me, sucking on my jugular. I would certainly have a hickey from this. I lost track of the conversation as I was focused on not reacting to the man molesting me from behind. As Brad began going over the list of colleagues who were getting on his nerves, Travis withdrew his fingers. I then felt his dick being guided up and down my ass crack, leaving a slimy trail of precum. “Fuck no, surely he’s not gonna try to fuck me now?” I thought to myself as I tried to move away toward the edge of the bed. But as Brad continued the monologue against his coworkers, the tip of Travis’s monster cock found my hole. Travis’s arm wrapped around me to hold me close, and I had no option but to grit my teeth and accept the entry of his big dick. Travis wasn’t in the moment for romance or to be gentle: he wanted to mark his bitch. He wanted me to get caught. He wanted to claim me as his own. He wanted to emasculate Brad. He slammed his mostly dry cock deep in me. I winced and fought the urge to scream. It hurt like hell. He withdrew most of his shaft from me and then thrust forward into my body again. And again. And again. Brad then started talking about recent discussions with his family about summer vacation plans. I was successfully masking the intrusion into our marriage by remaining quiet, with occasional banter to keep the conversation going (things like “oh wow,” and “that’s great”). Travis pulled my hair as his fuck pace increased. He wanted to cum in me before Brad hung up the phone. I instinctively ground my ass backwards into him, enabling his dick to go deeper and deeper inside me. My own dick was now throbbing and was leaking precum onto our sheets. Brad took hold of my cock and began stroking it in rhythm with his pounding of my hole. My breath was becoming short. Travis was close. I was getting close. Travis picked up his pace. Brad began to wonder about the change in my breathing. “Everything ok there?” “Yeah” I said, thinking quickly and seeing the dog bed in the corner, “Molly and I are playing tug of war with her chewey. Sorry lover, go on.” Brad continued speaking, until finally Travis slammed his body into mine and let out a guttural sound. “unnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh.” Another batch of his poz dna had been injected deep inside me. “Oh fuck” I said, and then recovered “Brad, I gotta take Molly out now. Can I call you back later babe?” “ummm – ok? Sure. " He said, unsure of what was happening on my end of the phone. " Have a great day lover and call me back later!” Brad said as we ended the call. With his dick still pulsing out poison sperm into my ass, Travis jerked my dick until I began spurting my neg cum onto the sheets. “Your pussy of a husband will never fuck you again, slut. Mark my words, slut. You’re mine.”

Partyandtakeloads7, As stated above, I just have a ton on my plate right now, especially with it being such a bad flu season. Between a house move, the lawsuit from my car accident, and just heavy workload at work, I’ve been slowly chipping away at an update, but it’s taking a long time. The way way I see it, I can either post what I have as being “good enough” or wait to post it until it’s polished to the point of what I want, and what I think everyone reading have come to expect. I promise, as soon as it’s done, I will post it. This chapter is growing into a large one, and has a lot of stuff to cover to set it up for the following chapters. I want to make sure I get everything right so that the story doesn’t become confusing due to an error I made. All I ask is that you please be patient for me.

Poz talk makes my ass even needier

Sharing load's together is outstanding. Gang bang'd and raunchy pigs until it's all inside.

My name is Mikey – CHPT 4 - Time for Your Medicine: The taste of Harold’s cum that I fingered out of my ass was intoxicating. I kept sticking my finger in my bruised hole trying to find more, and realized how desperately I wanted Harold to fuck me again. Was sex always rough like that with men? As much as my guilt tried to overwhelm me, I knew I enjoyed it – fuck this was all so damn confusing. I rubbed the spot on my arm where Curtis had injected me with something earlier, and was not sure what to do, so thought maybe I should try to get some sleep. The constant low-level roar of the porn playing next door in the theater and not being able to get Harold out of my head, made that impossible. So, I got back up and took the ‘grand tour’ of Harold’s living quarters and realized he was as messy and filthy as the rest of Roxies seemed to be, so decided to tidy things up a bit. His pile of Army coveralls all seemed dirty and I was sniffing the last pair before adding them to the pile I had folded when I heard the padlocks begin unlocking on the door. I dropped the coveralls, anxiously hoping it was Harold coming back, then heard the locks on the inside being turned, and soon realized the footsteps I heard were Curtis’. “Well, well, well, I see you’re learning to be a good little wife already huh?” he said with a mix of amusement and what I thought was anger, “You ready for some more dick sissy?” Honestly I was, but did not want his, and took a step back towards the mattress on the floor as I said, “Hmm, no, I…don’t think I can. I…hurt pretty bad right now…and I…have not eaten in a long time. Can I get something to eat now?” Curtis dropped the backpack he was carrying, his eyes flaring with anger as he took two long strides and slapped me, knocking me onto mattress. “You will fucking eat when I tell you to eat, understand?” Curtis snarled, “For a sissy you are awful sassy. Maybe you will learn, but frankly I hope you don’t as I am going to fucking enjoy breaking you. Been far too long since I was able to tear someone apart from the inside out.” I rubbed my face where Curtis’ hand had connected and looked at him with a mix of fear, anger, disgust, and confusion. Curtis gave me a creepy smile and said in barely a whisper, “Don’t worry. That one won’t bruise, others will, but that little slap won’t. I know how to hit and not leave a mark. Now sit on the fucking edge of the bed and put your arm out and tell me your name.” I had to bite my tongue hard not to yell, “MY NAME IS MIKEY!” I held back, bowed my head and said, “I’m a sissy cunt.” “Again,” Curtis ordered. So I kept repeating, “I’m a sissy cunt, I’m a sissy cunt.” Curtis had kicked the backpack he had dropped over next to me, knelt in front of me, lifted my chin with his left hand and gave me that big fucking smile again as I repeated once more, “I’m a sissy cunt.” I had pleased him, and the rush of knowing that made me smile no matter how much I didn’t want to. Immediately Curtis’ smile disappeared and his right hand came up and slapped me even harder, knocking me on my side. “This ain’t about your fucking pleasure. Understand? Sit back up you cunt, and give me your arm,” Curtis spat out. My anger was rising again, but I obeyed, and watched as Curtis pulled two bottles of water out of his bag and set them to the side and then a black leather case, which he took his time unzipping. Curtis laid the case flat and there was a row of syringes on each side and two small glass bottles on each end. He grabbed a syringe, held it up in front of me as he filled it with a dark, yellow liquid from one of the bottles, then I watched as he tapped the syringe and pressed the end slightly so a small squirt shot out of the end. There was a sadistic gleam in his eyes as Curtis roughly grabbed my left arm, held it straight, with the edge of his right hand tapped a vein, then jabbed the syringe into it as I yelped and flinched, but Curtis had my arm locked in a vice grip and held me steady as gave me whatever had been in the bottle. When the syringe was empty he folded my arm, set the syringe in the leather case, dug around in his knapsack and brought out another syringe – one that appeared empty. I could not understand what he was doing as Curtis slowly inserted the needle into a vein in his own arm, but this time instead of injecting something, he pulled back a little on plunger and rivulets of blood followed. He was smiling again now, his entire face almost glowing as he pulled the needle out, licked his arm twice to remove any blood, then looked at me and cocked his head as if I could read his mind. Curtis kept smiling as he then grabbed my right arm and it dawned on me what he planned to do. No fucking way. I began to try to scramble back onto the mattress, but Curtis lifted a closed fist and raised his eyebrows as if asking, “Really, you really want to do that?” I started to shake and tremble and tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I watched in horror and fascination as Curtis slowly stuck the needle that had just been in his arm into mine, and emptied the barrel. When the plunger was all the way home and the barrel empty, Curtis gently removed the needle, bent forward and lovingly caressed the spot on my arm with his tongue before covering it in hot kisses. I didn’t understand why he had done that and was still shaking and too afraid to ask. Curtis tossed that syringe back into his backpack, stood up, pulled his pants down, and released his rock hard dick. I knew he wanted to fuck, so started to get up, but Curtis pushed me back down, knelt down on the floor with his pants still around his ankles, pulled me tight to him and gave me a long, wet kiss. His tongue explored my mouth and he began to nibble at my lips with his teeth, each bite a little harder than the last. “Do you feel it yet?” he asked, “Do you feel me? Do you feel your medicine? I’ve got another injection for you right here.” Curtis then slammed his closed fist into my chest sending me flat on my back and knocking the wind out of me a bit. He roughly reached out, flipped me over, spread my ass apart and buried his face in my hole, moaning and groaning as his mouth coated my ass crack and shredded ring with spit. My own dick was hard now, and I felt a little dizzy and disoriented. When I opened my eyes and looked at the crumpled up sheets or wall behind the mattress, the dizziness got worse, so I kept my eyes closed as Curtis continued to work my hole with his mouth. Waves of heat, cold, and nothingness seemed to circle through my body. I started to sort of phase out, must have been from that shot, and Curtis’ voice now seemed to come in bits and pieces. He had moved his body up over mine and was now grinding his long, thick, torpedo headed dick against my ass. “You want some more dick sissy cunt? I know you do. It’s all right, I know you can’t really think clearly right now, it’s alright sissy, I don’t want your mouth, JUST YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” With that Curtis punched his dick into my ass bringing me a moment of pain and clarity before the fog rolled back in. Curtis had his left arm around my neck to hold me in place and was whispering in my ear as he ground his dick around inside of me like a helicopter rotor, “FUCK YOU GOT A GOOD CUNT, GOD DAMN SISSY, THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE MADE FOR. YOU WERE MADE FOR PLEASING MEN. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO FUCK YOU - YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO CUM IN YOU – YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO TREAT YOU LIKE THE WORTHLESS SISSY CUNT YOU ARE – YOU WILL THANK THEM! FUCKING JAIL RIPE ASS! SHIT. YOU WILL BE A SISSY THAT CRAVES BLACK DICK, NEEDS BLACK DICK, AND I AM GOING TO USE YOU HARD EVERY DAY AND FILL YOU WITH MY CUM.” The harder Curtis fucked me, the tighter he squeezed my neck with his arm and the dizzier I got. I brought my hands up to try pull his arm away, but it was a half-hearted attempt. Something about feeling the muscles in his forearm flex and move as he tightened his grip, combined with his dick stretching my ass out, and his dirty talk made me surrender. So I just held on and let him ride me. I don’t know what happened next. When I could focus again I was still face down on the mattress, but Curtis was not on top of me. I reached back and felt a wetness on my back and ass and heard Curtis laugh, then say, “I glazed that ham inside and out with my own honey sauce. Fucking leave it there and get up. Time for some more medicine.” I rubbed my eyes, shook my head to clear it, and carefully scooted to the edge of the mattress and got up. Curtis was sitting in a chair, fully dressed, hidden in a cloud of smoke. He held out his hand, “Here, hit it, this is that laced kush I was telling you about. From now on you will be in a constant state of FUCKED-THE-HELL-UP. Anytime I see you I expect you to be high, drunk, doped out on your medicine, or all three, understand? Good sissy cunt, now you’re learning. I don’t need to hear your mouth unless I give you permission to speak. Just nod that little head of yours. Fuck, what you doing? You don’t smoke good shit like that. Let me guess, you ain’t never smoked before you met those two white trash fuckers? You got to savor this shit, let it flow through you, ease it out. This ain’t no fucking horse race. That’s it, feel that? Good. Come on.” Curtis stood up, crossed his arms in impatience, and started to mumble something while I looked for a place to put out the joint. I found an overflowing ashtray on a shelf, went to put it out, but Curtis stopped me, grabbed it back, and gripped it between his teeth as he roughly shoved me forward. I quickly scanned for something to put on, not sure what was happening, but realizing again how naked I was and how dirty I felt. Curtis turned the deadbolts in the door, opened the door and stood back for me to pass through. I was assaulted by the porn theater’s raucous sounds of some young girl being pummeled by two big dicks and cautiously took a step forward. I had lost track of time, so was not sure how long I had been in Harold’s room, but the theater now had a low haze of smoke drifting in gentle waves several feet off the floor and it felt tremendously hot in there. Curtis closed the door, gripped my left arm hard, and as he steered me towards the back of the theater I saw two guys who were sitting in the theater seats turn their heads, their hands pausing from jacking their dicks, as they watched my naked parade. I was led to a group of men who were sitting in a cluster of chairs over by the couch. Their voices died and all heads turned and stared as Curtis dragged me closer. Even with the heat, my body was covered in goose bumps and I held a hand over my dick, trying to give myself some sense of being covered up. “Jesus fucking Christ Curtis,” one of them said, “What the fuck have you done?” I looked around at the group, I guess there were seven or eight of them, all white and older like my dad’s age, scruffy, some had beards, most of them were smoking, and the smell of pot was especially strong coming from the guy Curtis stopped and made me stand by. “Well,” Curtis started, “I ain’t done nothing that didn’t need doing and you know better than to get up in my fucking shit. However, as a show of appreciation for your steady business you bunch of freaks, I figured I would let you share in my bounty – err booty.” This elicited a round laughs, “Hell yeahs,” and more. Curtis lit the joint he had me hit before, gave it to me again with a nod to hit it hard several times, he then ground it out on the floor and said, “You dirty fucks have an hour,” and then walked out the exit and shut the door, leaving me alone. Immediately multiple hands began grabbing at me, touching me, someone swore when they ran their hands in the cum Curtis had dribbled on my lower back when he pulled out, and in the dim, hazy light of the porn movie, I was pawed and fawned over as the pack of perverts tried to figure out what to do. I didn’t know what to do either. I did know that if I went back to the room Curtis would get angry, so I just stood there and tried to ignore what was happening. “Hey, you, fuck what’s wrong with you,” one of the men asked who was now standing in front of me, “Where you from, what’s your name, from that wad covering your hind side and dripping down your thighs it looks like Curtis fucked you right. Did he? You can tell us?” Another round of laughter and the group was now joined by the guys who had been sitting in the theater seats closer to the screen. One of them rammed a boney finger up my ass then exclaimed, “Fucking whore! This pussy is wet and open. Just what I needed.” He soon was gripping my waist and thrusting his dick into my open ass. Compared to Curtis, he was not that big, so it didn’t hurt. Egged on by some of the guys telling him to, “Breed that pussy. Fuck that cunt,” the guy fucking me was soon letting everyone know he was cumming in my ass. As soon as the first guy pulled out, there was another one sliding in who was fucking rougher and harder making me have to reach out and steady myself on some guy’s shoulder. Now one of them was standing in front of me ordering me to suck his dick and asked me, “Ever tasted pussy? This is what dick tastes like after fucking a pussy, lick my wife’s juices.” ICK…I opened my mouth and got pegged on both ends. Then I was shuffled over to the couch and made to bend forward and suck on a tiny little dick attached to a very fat guy, as someone else fucked me and told everyone how sloppy my hole was. I couldn’t tell who was fucking me and as soon as one stopped, another shoved his dick in me. It took the fat guy forever to cum in my mouth and when he did it was barely a dribble. He heaved himself off the couch and before another guy could take his place the guy fucking me told me to put my knees up on the couch, grab the back, and push my ass out. That’s how I was when Curtis came back to get me, ass up, being raw fucked by some unknown man. “Time’s up fellas,” Curtis’ voice cut through the chatter like a knife through butter. The guy who was fucking begging for just another minute as he was close to shooting again, but Curtis physically yanked him off me, I heard someone swear, chairs slide, then Curtis grabbed my arm and dragged me stumbling back to Harold’s room. Curtis slammed the door, bolted it, pushed me towards Harold’s mattress and said, “Stop right where you are. Were you a good sissy? Gave them all a good cunt? Did you take every dick and every load?” I didn’t say a word, Curtis chuckled, “Good. You may speak.” I then replied, “Yes, thank you,” and that made Curtis go, “MMMMHHHHHH.” The sound of Curtis unzipping his pants seemed impossibly loud, his big hands clamped onto my hips, his nails digging into my skin. He roughly pulled me back against his body and said, “You smell like a whore, you know that? All that white trash cum running down your legs. I bet you cannot even close that hole anymore huh. Just like a sissy cunt. Let me get up in there – OH FUCK YEAH THAT CUNT IS WET! ALL THAT WHITE TRASH NUTT UP IN THERE! MAKING IT HOT AND WET FOR ME! TELL ME HOW THEY FUCKED YOU. TELL ME HOW THOSE WHITE TRASH FUCKERS USED YOUR CUNT. TELL ME HOW YOU HATED THOSE TINY WHITE DICKS AND MISSED THIS BIG BLACK MONSTER FUCKING YOU!” I obeyed and told Curtis all he wanted to know. Every word spurned him on and as he slam fucked me in the middle of the floor, my ass made wet clapping and slurping sounds, which caused his dick to swell. Suddenly Curtis’ mood seemed to change and he started slapping my head and face yelling, ‘SHUT UP CUNT SHUT UP!” I didn’t know what I had done and stumbled forward a step or two trying to maintain my balance, which made Curtis even angrier. The hits came harder, the fucking rougher, and I was so confused, then suddenly Curtis stopped and I heard Harold say, “Mind if I cut in?” My ears were ringing, my head throbbing, and I think Curtis mumbled something back, but he released me, pulled his dick from my ass, and stepped away as he and Harold exchanged angry whispers. I was too afraid to turn around and stood where I was, my body shaking, until I was embraced by Harold who held me against him and said, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” I turned and stood on my tip toes as Harold leaned down and kissed me. Not hard and rough, just in a way that made me feel like he wanted me. His breath was an awful mix of cigarettes, liquor, pot, I don’t know what else, but I loved it and felt the heat of desire boil up inside me as I knew it was in him from the bulge now tenting his coveralls. Harold let me go, went over to his book shelf, grabbed the full ashtray, dumped it into a box on the floor, dropped the ashtray in a plastic bag, dug around, dropped a few more things in, grabbed a bottle of brown liquor sitting on the floor, wadded the sheets and blankets on his bed into a ball, tucked them under his arm and said, “Come on.” I followed Harold through the door into the bathroom that connected his room to Curtis’ office. He asked if I had to go, but I just looked at how dirty and messy I was, shook my head no and said, half asking, “But my clothes?” Harold just smiled and said, “You don’t need your clothes,” so I then followed him out the other door and into Curtis’ office. I was afraid I would see Curtis, but Harold said, “Don’t worry. He’s gone for the night. Home to the old lady.” Harold opened a small door in a back corner and said, “Follow me,” and he started climbing. There were metal rungs protruding from the cinder block wall and as I stepped in and looked up I saw Harold unlatch and push open a panel and then climb out onto the roof. Harold reached down and lifted me up through the hatch and onto the roof and I immediately jumped around and swore as the hot surface burned my bare feet. “Oh shit, sorry beautiful, my fucking bad. Here, stand on these.” Harold dropped the blankets, I quickly jumped on them, and stood naked in the hot, humid air. It was night out. I don’t know what time exactly, but the only real light was coming from the moon and the strip mall parking lot lights. I could see other stores, restaurants, and the interstate and could hear the rumble of trucks and cars and the sounds of life. There was a slight breeze, which felt so good, but then I remembered I was still naked and squatted down. Harold laughed, “Ain’t no one can fucking see you. Look. The side of the building is high enough that hell, you’d have to be climbing the dam light pole to see up here. I thought you might enjoy a little change of scenery, what do you think?” I looked around, smiled, and said, “Thank you. I do. This is great.” I then watched, hungry for this man, as Harold dug around in his bag, pulled out some stuff, lit a joint, hit it, then handed it to me before he unzipped, kicked his boots off, slid his overalls off, and wiggled his boots back on. When he was done, Harold put his fist on his hips and posed like a fucking super hero, and said, “Bow before your Mandingo Warrior God, serve the supreme black man,” making me choke and laugh and lose the smoke I had in my lungs. I hit the joint again as Harold had me step on his coveralls, he then stepped over to a blue tarp that was being held down by several concrete blocks, set the blocks aside, pulled the tarp back, took the blankets and laid them out on top of a mattress that had been under the tarp. “I like to sleep up here sometimes,” Harold explained, “I just need the space, you know?” I quickly stepped over to the mattress and sat down beside Harold. Fuck every time he smiled at me I wanted to melt. What was that? Harold pulled the liquor bottle out, a couple more joints, he offered me the bottle while he lit up, then he plopped back on the mattress, letting out a big sigh and a stream of smoke. This was my first chance to really get a good look at him naked, so I took it. I laid on my side and tentatively reached out to touch his torso, but stopped, not sure if I should. Harold took my hand, held it in his and set it on his stomach. The heat radiating from his body was hotter than the roof! Harold removed his hand, hit the joint again, put his arms back and up over his head stretching out like a big cat, a lion, a true king. I slowly ran my left hand up and down his stomach, over his chest, outlining all the various tattoos that marked his skin as well as various scars – large and small. The dog tags around his neck felt cold, even in the heat of the night. When I touched his side he chuckled. A little – ticklish – hmmm. Harold tilted his head back letting me have access to his neck and the angel wing tattoos that wrapped around it. I raised my left leg and laid it on top of his, my knee brushing his dick, which twitched and grew a little. Harold sighed again, rolled onto his stomach, and let me explore his back. I straddled his lower back and began to massage him, his muscles giving way under my fingers as he enjoyed his 420 and my touch. After a while Harold rolled back over, flicked what was left of his joint away, pulled me against his body with his left arm so I was half laying on his chest, and began to ask me questions about myself. I was reluctant to answer after all that happened, but I felt safe with him, so I told him everything about meeting Brett and Pa at the campground, and then ending up at Roxies, and Curtis, and the theater, everything – well almost everything as I left out the part about Curtis and his blood needle. I realized as I was telling him about the theater his long dick had swelled, the foreskin pulled back, the head was glistening with precum. I could not resist and scooted down a little so I could taste it, and lick it, which made Harold grab my head, “Swallow that shit.” I sucked him for a little bit, went back to lying on his chest, and it was Harold’s turn. He told me he was a mechanic in the Army, had done a few tours overseas, been shot up a bit, which explained the scars on his chest. He and Curtis had grown up together and while Curtis had gotten into the wild shit over there interrogating the terrorists, he was content fixing shit. When he paused I asked, “Are you gay?” This got a big laugh and Harold said, “Oh, nothing like that beautiful. Like I told you, I like a good boy pussy, and yours is well….well you can see what just talking about it does to me. I had a girl before I got shipped off, but I was different when I came back, so was she. Curtis has been good to me, took me in, gave a job, place to crash, and working here there’s always a willing mouth or ass if I need to bust. But honestly, those are just holes to nutt in. You beautiful are more than that, you are pussy. Look how you make my dick swell. Go ahead, touch it, stroke it, feel that big black shaft.” Harold’s dick was definitely longer and thicker than Curtis’ and I liked tugging on his foreskin. I was uncut too, which was unusual for guys my age and got me plenty of ridicule in the locker room. After several minutes of stroking his dick, I could not believe how big it looked. “Fuck, that’s like a fucking horse dick! I can’t believe I took the whole thing!” I said. Harold reached over into his bag, pulled out a bottle of baby oil and said, “Here, see what you can do with this.” I took the bottle, turned the cap, dribbled some baby oil on Harold’s chest and took my time rubbing it over his body, glistening him up from head to toe. I then squirted some onto his dick, making him sigh and his dick throb and pulse in my hand like a garden hose with a kink in it. Harold’s head was back, and his eyes closed, as he enjoyed the attention so he was surprised when I straddled his torso, reached behind me, made his dick even slicker, and guided it towards my ass. “You want me to fuck you? You want to ride my dick? It takes me a long time to cum in this position, but it stays fucking hard. Will you keep it in? Let me work that ass with my 3rd leg? Yeah – FUCK YEAH! Look at me, keep your eyes open. I want to see your face as you sit on it, feel it stretch you open. I’m a freak beautiful, so I’m up for ANYTHING, are you?” I just smiled as I grabbed Harold’s slick dick, tried to get a firm grip, and leaned forward so I could angle it into my waiting hole. Harold did not move. He let me guide it to my ass and when I was ready I pushed and felt it slip inside my ring. I only let the head go in, then pulled off, slid the head back in, pulled off, then did it again. After a few times of teasing his dick like that I knew Harold wanted more as his cock was literally quivering in my hand. The feeling of a hot man’s dick pulsing in my hand with every heart beat was un-fucking believable! I threw my head back and bounced up and down on his raw dick as hard and deep as I could. When my legs began to tire Harold started bucking his hips, thrusting into me, preparing my hole. I was surprised when my own orgasm overwhelmed me and as my dick spewed wildly across Harold’s chest, my ass clamped down like a vice and I tried to push off his dick as it suddenly hurt and I was too sensitive. Harold grabbed my waist, held me tight, and I leaned forward onto his chest letting him angle up into my ass walls, flesh smacking flesh. “Ready for that Louisiana cream pie beautiful?” Harold asked. “LET ME EMPTY THAT NUTT IN THAT PUSSY. TELL ME WHERE YOU WANT IT. UP IN THAT STOMACH? WANT THAT NUTT UP INSIDE YOU? THAT’S IT BEAUTIFUL, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT, OH GOD DAMN, TAKE THIS CUM, TAKE…..SHIT…” As Harold started to shoot I leaned back and bounced harder and deeper onto his dick. I had to have it and kept riding him until he finally made me stop. I laid against his chest and as I started to slide off to the side, he rolled our bodies so that his dick was still inside me. I felt embarrassed and guilty for some reason, and tried to hide my face against his chest. Harold said, “Don’t be shy beautiful,” and he slid his finger through the trail of cum leaking out of my ass, licked it, then gave me a taste, “That’s me and you – all that – just me and you – you like us?” What could I say? I had never felt to safe, so secure, so loved in all my life and wiggled and pushed my ass against his dick. Harold kissed my neck, my forehead, my lips, “You got my babies now you sissy cunt. I think that pussy is ready for the next step,” he said. Harold and I spent the rest of the night up on that roof, fucking, talking, loving. Right then I thought I knew what love was, and I relished it. Not just the feel of his body against mine, inside mine, but the feel of him in my soul. Wait, what did Harold mean about my pussy being ready for the next step? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 5: Glory Hole Beat Down **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

My name is Mikey – CHPT 3 - Welcome to Harold’s World: I wanted Curtis to cum, so every time he slid his dick back inside me I said, “I’m a sissy cunt. I’m a sissy cunt, I’m a sissy cunt.” I truly didn’t believe that yet, I knew then I was still Mikey– but before Curtis was done with me I would believe it. Curtis seemed determined to make sure I understood all the ways he planned to break me as he fucked me hard on his desk. I didn’t realize then why he was saying those things as literally hours earlier I had been with my church group, had never been fucked, had never done drugs – shit how quickly things can change. While my mind fought and my emotions ran wild, my body responded to what Curtis was doing to me and my dick was the hardest it had ever been and drooled a stream of precum that ran down my side. After what seemed like an eternity, with my body laying now flat back on the desk, hole exposed, wedged by his sweaty body, Curtis prepared to cum, “That’s it sissy cunt, open right up, got you nice and wet, you like that? Feeling that long black dick? Come on, shake them walls, that’s it, feel that cunt twitching, begging for me, just begging for this long, black dick, just begging for….oh shit…..UGHHH…FUCK…I’M CUMMING IN YOU, I’M CUMMING……OOOHHHH…AHHHH……SAY YOUR NAME CUNT, SAY YOUR SAY NAME…SAY IT YOU FUCKING SISSY CUNT…..SAY……CUNT…GRRRR.” Curtis then dropped his head on my chest, his entire body shook, he grunted, moaned, trembled, spit ran from his mouth and he unloaded in my sore ass. He was breathing hard and heavy when suddenly loud clapping filled the room. CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. “What the fuck!” Curtis exclaimed as he pulled off me and withdrew his dick in one motion, making me drop off the end of the desk and cry out in surprise and pain as my knees hit the concrete. I looked up and Curtis’ dick was drooling spooge and ass funk and still looked pretty hard, then I noticed them. Two black guys were standing in the doorway to his office, one about my age, and one about Curtis’ age, and both of them were smiling and nodding. The older guy pointed at me with a key ring choked with keys and said, “Let me guess. New employee orientation?” and then let out a big howl of laughter. The younger guy now spoke up, “We knew something was up when the store wasn’t open yet and we saw the regulars all standing around outside looking stupid saying no one was home. So what’s this man? Don’t do me like that. You know my dick is like human crack. You said the shop was my hustle.” Curtis snarled, “Unless you’re becoming a bitch now nothing’s changed, now go unload the truck and this ain’t none of your business.” He then mumbled a few words more and walked towards the back of his office, opened a door, flipped on a switch to a bathroom, and soon a loud stream of piss began to fill the toilet. I was still on my knees when the younger guy walked over to me, held out his hand, I held out mine thinking he was going to help me up, he just shook it and said, “AJ,” then stepped back. The older guy stepped towards me, held out his big hand, and looking up I realized what a giant he seemed. He was taller and thicker than Curtis, had on black boots, the right one untied and laces dragging. His green coveralls/jumpsuit seemed one size too small, had some holes in it, the zipper looked broken half way up, and the American flag patch on his right chest was frayed and coming off. As I stood up I was able to better see the rest of him and was surprised at all the tattoos showing up his neck and the parts of his arms where the sleeves were rolled up. He also had couple big diamond stud earrings in each ear, a thick beard, but his head was shaved except for a wide stripe down the middle of his head – a low mohawk. I know my face showed my shock and curiosity as he held out his hand. “ Call me T2.” I didn’t understand and asked, “Tito, like Jackson?” This made him growl and AJ roar with laughter, “No, no. You know Mr. T – A-Team? I’m T2 – get it. Fuck don’t you watch cable? It’s a classic.” I still didn’t get it and by this point Curtis had walked back out and he and AJ both could not stop laughing. The big guy shrugged, sighed and said with a tinge of disgust “Fuck – Harold, my name’s Harold. Nice to meet you,” and held out his hand for me to shake. His hand felt hot, his grip was firm and he held my hand tight when he shook it, all the while using his middle finger to stroke my wrist and gave me a smile that made me melt. “I…I…” I knew I should introduce myself, good manners and all, but I couldn’t think straight as I looked into his dark, cool eyes. Curtis pulled Harold to the side, they both lit a blunt, and through the haze of smoke they spoke in quick, quiet whispers. Harold had his back partway to us, his left hand in his pocket, and I noticed a big wet mark running down his back and down his ass crack. AJ said, “Dude’s a freak. Grimey fucker never wears underwear and wears those same fucking coveralls every day. Shit. Never showers either. About gagged me out in the truck this morning. Stinky ass fucka.” AJ then focused back on me and started asking me questions and tried to finger my cummy ass, “Come on, want to stroke my dick? I’m as big as Curtis there and looks like you ready to get dug out good. Look, I’m already hard. Let me stick it in. Come on. Turn around.” Curtis turned and yelled at AJ, “Go open the fucking doors, let the folks in and empty the truck! No time for that shit and that dick is the only way you get to eat tonight so better not be wasting it.” AJ sighed, and stomped down the hall. I stayed where I was while Curtis and Harold exchanged a few more quiet words, Curtis then sat in his chair, smiled at me, hit his joint, and closed his eyes as the smoke escaped through his slightly parted lips. Harold walked over to me and I suddenly felt ashamed and self conscious of being naked with cum running out of my ass, but he didn’t seem fazed as he grabbed my left arm and guided me back down the hall past the video booths, wound his way through the displays in the sex store – making the first two customers who had just walked in stop and gape - and towards the far wall to a door with sign over it that said THEATER. I was really nervous now as I could hear AJ talking to people at the front of the store and telling them to wait a fucking minute while he got the register on and to keep their dicks in their pants. I didn’t want anyone else to see me, but Harold quickly unlocked the door to the theater, we went in, he flipped a few switches and the screen on the back wall sprang to life showing a video of an orgy of men and women fucking, sucking, and more than I could take in. This place had seen better days, that’s for sure and smelled even worse than the video booths. It was a mix of outhouse and cow barn, hot and steamy, there were a few rows of movie seats near the front, several chairs of various types and sizes scattered at the back, and an old couch along the far wall. The screen had some holes in it, the speakers sounded bad, but seeing a bunch of super sized dicks fucking and hearing all the dirty talk and moaning made me stop and stare and my hand automatically went to my hardening dick. Harold led me down the left wall, unlocked two padlocks and a deadbolt on another door and we entered what seemed like a storeroom. We wound our way through the piles of boxes as he pointed at a wood door that looked half off its hinges, “That’s the bathroom. Connects on the other side to Curtis’s office but I got to move some shit out of the way, usually don’t use that door. To the right he pointed to a mattress and pile of blankets on the floor, a book case with a big TV, piles of porno DVDs, wads of paper towels, a microwave, stained coffee maker, a small fridge, a couple books tossed in a corner with what looked like a month’s supply of green coveralls like he had on. “Welcome to my humble abode,” Harold said with a grand sweep of his arms and a low chuckle. “Make yourself comfortable. I got some weed and shit there on the floor if you want to roll something. Beer in the fridge. You don’t know how? No shit. Hmmm…” Harold starting digging around in a crumpled up shoe box by his bed and pulled out baggies of weed, papers, lighters, pipes, and other stuff and laid them out like he was making an alter. He then rolled a blunt, took a long drag, handed it to me, and guided me through a couple hits. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I don’t understand, I umm… Brett and his Pa, I umm… I.” I started to trembled a little and crossed my arms over my chest, everything flooding back in of what had happened. “Come here,” Harold said as he stood up, wrapped his big arms around me, pulled me tight against his musky body, and patted my back in assurance. “Curtis says you need to stay with us for a while. That guy you was with – well – anyways – you got some things to learn and for now we need to teach you and keep you safe.” He pointed to an army cot leaning in the corner, “You can have the bed here, I’ll sleep on that.” I felt bad, knowing I was putting him out and stammered, “Umm, this is your bed, I don’t want to kick you out – thanks – but I wouldn’t feel right.” Harold then grabbed my shoulders, pulled me tight against him again, and said in a voice filled with emotion, hunger, and danger as he pressed his body into mine making sure I felt the bulge of his dick straining through his overalls, “You wouldn’t mind being so close to me? Having me hold you like this, touch you, kiss you, fuck you?” I was speechless. I had lain in bed night after night dreaming of being with a man, and then it had happened with Brett and Pa and then Curtis, but never in any way I had imagined. It felt amazing, yet I still felt guilty and ashamed, and confused. I didn’t know what to say. Harold went on, “I know Curtis, and he can be a bit aggressive at first, but you have to trust him. He knows what he is doing. I’ll make you a promise though, I’ll never do anything you don’ t want – deal? Deal. Now I have a question for you. Can you help me out a little here? I think I got a problem.” Harold was giving me a sexy ass smile as he rubbed the long, hard bulge that ran down his left leg. My own dick was straining now, I nodded yes, Harold turned me around, the sounds of his zipper coming down mingled with the muffled moans and groans coming from the theater next door. “I ain’t got much time,” Harold whispered as he pulled me back against his body, stroking my nipples with one hand and running his other hand around my stomach and up and down my thighs, his massive dick curved down and nestled between my wet cheeks. “I promise next time I will take it slow and will make love to you and will show you how to take care of your man’s needs, and teach you things you never imagined. Right now, I just need to bust. You up for getting nailed by this ebony hammer? Will you let me fuck you like I need, like I want? Can you take it for me? Do you want my Hershey cum? You going to let me turn that ass into pussy?” Turn my ass into pussy? I flinched and tensed. I was a man – well maybe I couldn’t legally drink yet– but fuck, I was still a man and not a woman. Harold must have understood what I was thinking as he held me tighter, caressed my body, let his fingers rest gently on my hips as he said, “It’s a good thing, don’t be offended or get it wrong. I like it. Look, a lot of guys who have wives, girls, or just fuck chicks on the weekend LOVE boy pussy. Sometimes if they can’t get what they need at home they will dip in some ass and ass is good, but boy pussy is better. I know Curtis and he shoots some nasty heavy loads and he told me your boy pussy was the sweetest thing he had been up in in a long long time.” Harold pushed me forward towards the locked bathroom door until my face was only inches away. The weight of his body pressed against mine and the door squeaked, the wood groaned, as he pushed my body against the door. Instinctively I put my hands out, shoulder width, to brace myself, my heart raced, and my blood thumped in my ears like the sound of war drums. Harold gently spread my ass cheeks and let out a long whistle as he began tapping my wet hole with the head of his dick, “Damn! Your hole is shiny and wet. Fucking got to tell you. Cum makes the world’s best lube – remember that. You can tell I am a bit bigger than Curtis, right? It’s OK, I know you can take it, just do what I say. Now tilt your hips just a little, that’s right, push your ass back – yes – now push like you feel you have to take a shit.” That made me embarrassed for some reason and I tensed again. Harold continued, “It’s OK, that just pushes some of the cum that’s up there closer to the edge of your hole – HOLY FUCKING CHRIST LOOK AT THOSE GOBS OF NUTT – Curtis seeded you good, feel that? Feel how my dick is getting all slick from his cum? OK, now take a long deep breath, hold it – and let it out.” Harold forced the monster head of his dick into my wet hole as I exhaled and my chest clenched and I gasped. I cried out as he was definitely bigger than Curtis. My hands flailed against the door a bit as Harold hung onto my hips and shoved his dick a little deeper. “Please take it out, no, no, I can’t, please,” I begged. Harold just kept repeating, “It’s OK, it’s ok, trust me, you’ll see, it’s ok.” I was pressed tight against the door now standing on just my tip toes trying to run from the black log impaling my ass, my breaths coming in short little gasps. Every inch of dick Harold forced in me created lightning bolts of pain that was immediately followed by an avalanche of endorphins. My ass ring stretched, popped, stretched some more as Harold buried the rest of his dick inside my cum filled ass. As he got deeper, Harold cupped my ass in his strong hands and partially lifted me off the floor and higher up on the door. He jolted me once or twice getting his grip, burying himself further inside me. Once he was satisfied he said in a voice full of lust and assurance. “I am all the way in that pussy. You like how that feels? How I opened you right up? Took that hole as mine? Hmm…?” I could only gasp as Harold began bouncing me on his dick, using the door as leverage. I was trying not to make any noise as Harold picked up the rhythm, but he wanted to hear me, “It’s OK sissy cunt. Let Daddy know how good that big black dick feels up there. Tell your Daddy sissy. No one can hear. Louder, I fucking said LOUDER!” I started to beg, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” over and over. I knew being fucked felt good, but this was fucking amazing! I felt so – full – so, I don’t know, wanted. I didn’t want him to stop. “FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME DADDY!” Harold pulled me off the door and I threw my arms out in front of me to brace myself. He suddenly hit something inside me on the next thrust and I screamed in agony and cried, “NO, NO, NO, TAKE IT OUT!” I felt a rush of hotness and sharp pain and Harold pushed me back against the door and buried his dick as far as it would go, my body jerking from the hurt now radiating out, “It’s OK, it’s OK” he said, “I had to bust your second hole cherry as you were clamping down on me. You want Daddy to cum inside you? You want Daddy’s cum up in there? Tell me sissy, tell me sissy, you want that cunt fucked?” Harold now lifted me up, my upper body pressed against the door as he lifted me completely into the air with one arm under each thigh like a doll and began slam fucking my torn ass, my knees scraping up and down the rough wood surface. “PLEASE YOUR DADDY, FUCK THAT CUNT, PLEASE YOUR DADDY, GONNA FUCK THAT CUNT WIDE OPEN, GONNA FUCK IT WIDE…TAKE IT SISSY, TAKE IT SISSY, SHIT YEAY PUSSY BOY TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT!!!” Harold was slamming my upper body back and forth into the door as he drove deeper in my ass. His orgasm made his dick swell and spew and each thrust became wetter and wetter and yet he kept fucking. “I AIN’T DONE YET, NO, SHIT, FUCK, HERE IT GOES…AGAIN….FUCK…..” As Harold shot his second load in a row into me he pressed me against the door, his body heaving from the effort of the fuck and the intense orgasms. He held me like that for a while, my ass spasming around his dick in shock and destruction. Harold stepped back, let his arms down, and my feet touched the floor. My legs ached and I was wobbily, but Harold hugged me close while kissing my neck, slowly grinding his hips around, stretching me, coating me, working his thick loads in. “Whew!” Harold exclaimed, before letting go of my body and gently easing his dick out of my ass. A torrent of cum, blood, and ass juice splashed onto the floor and I spun around in fear, shock, and embarrassment. My ass guts were cramping, my hole was twitching and spasming, more started to dribble and run out of my ass and down my legs. “Oh God no, oh...oh.” I was a bit freaked, but Harold pulled me close to him, his still hard dick pressed between us, as he said, “SHH, it’s OK, it’s OK, that’s normal. Like I said, I busted your cherry – deep – so it’s OK, that just means I did my job right and you did yours.” I looked up into Harold’s face and saw that he meant what he said. “Does your ass hurt too bad?” he asked, “Does it feel likes its opening and closing? Yeah? Here turn around – shhh – trust me.” I turned around and yelped as Harold pushed his dick back in hard and deep. He explained, “Your body is in sort of shock. It’s trying to adjust to being fucked liked that. We’ll give it a minute, having my dick back inside you will help.” Harold held me tight as my guts and ass slowly stopped convulsing and what was a torrent out of my hole became sporadic drops. After Harold eased his dick out for the second time he asked, “Will you lick it clean for me?” I shook my head in disgust. He placed his hand on my shoulder, gave me a reassuring squeeze and said, “I would really like it if you can lick my dick clean. Please? This is a very special moment between two men, especially when you get your second hole cherry busted. That happens only once, and other guys may go that deep, make it sore, but you let me bust it, and that’s a special thing. Taste my dick. Taste my cum, taste what I have given you.” I gagged a little at first then thought about what Harold had said and at the same moment realized how much I wanted to please him and to have him back inside of me again, so I licked his dick clean. I got every fucking bit of juice and he even lifted his shaft up so I could lick off what had coated his hairy balls. Satisfied with his efforts, and mine, Harold zipped up his Army coveralls, gave me a big hug, smiled, gave me a deep long kiss that scratched my face up with his beard and said, “Well, welcome to Harold’s world. I hope you are going to enjoy your stay sissy.” As the padlocks snapped shut on the other side of the door I reached down and coated my finger in the juice from my freshly fucked ass, licked my finger clean and thought, yeah, being a sissy may not be so bad after all. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 4: Time for Your Medicine **This series contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**