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PART 2 The first quarter came to an end and I got up to go get another drink real quick before the second quarter started. The two guys were still making out on the other end of the couch and as I walked around them I noticed that one guy had his hand in the other ones shorts. I just kind of smiled at their brazenness and went to get my drink. Upon returning I noticed that now both of them had a hand in the other's shorts and looked like both were hard and also seemed to be pretty well endowed from the bulges showing. The other two guys were paying more attention, I noticed, to watching that action more than the game on TV. I just sat down as the second quarter was starting and didn't turn that direction again as the game was close and whenever one team scored the other one did too, keeping it tied up. Halftime arrived with the score tied up at 21 each. A good tough game. I got up again to get another drink and see what my friend was up to. As I turned to go, I again noticed that both guys were stroking the others' cock in their shorts. Damn, they just don't stop. I went and got my drink and found my friend. She was really drunk by now and leaning heavily upon her girlfriend, When she noticed me she smiled and asked what I had been up to. I told her I was watching football on her TV and she seemed to have a couple of guy friends sitting on the other end of the couch deep in a lot of playing themselves. She just laughed. We chatted for a bit and I had another drink and talked to a couple of her other friends too. Then I told her I had better get back to the game as it was a good one. She laughed again and said, "Yeah, right, you just want to watch the closer game." I just laughed at here and got another drink and went to watch the second half. The second half kickoff was just reading as I got back. I noticed that now, though, one of the guys on the couch was now on the floor with the other guys cock out and sucking the hell out of him. I almost tripped when I saw that, but quickly just got to my seat to watch the game. I took a quick look over at the end of the couch to see if I had actually saw what I thought I did. Just as I looked the one doing the sucking came off of the cock for a quick breath, looked my way and smiled at me and stuck his tongue out at me. I just laughed. Damn, that guy's cock was big though. Had to be all of a good 9" long and big around as my glass. The third quarter got started and quickly turned into a defensive struggle with neither team able to keep up much of a drive. By the time the 3rd ended the score was still tied at 24 each. By now, with the booze I had been putting away, I had to pee badly. How much I had had hit me a little as I got up to go to the toilet. Strong Rum can kind of sneak up on you if you don't pay attention, like me. I was a little unsteady as I turned to go. I kind of noticed that now the two guys were half laying on the couch in a 69 position and both cocks seemed to be about the same size. Which means very large. I almost fell on them getting by but managed to stay upright and headed for the hallway. I pretty much staggered down the hall and almost missed the doorway and actually did bump into it pretty good. One of the other guys that had been sitting in a chair watching the game grabbed me from behind or I might have went down in a heap. He offered to help me get in the bathroom and I let him hold me up as I got to the stool. Then I had trouble unzipping my pants and again the guy helped by pushing my hands away and before I knew it had unzipped my shorts for me and then before I could say anything, had reached in an pulled my cock out and aimed it for me. I started to protest but it was as well he had done that for me as as soon as my cock was out and pointed I let loose with a ot of piss. I doubt if I would have gotten it out in time by myself so I just stood there with him doing the aiming for me till I was drained. I tried to find the words to thank him for his help, but couldn't think of anything other than just, thanks. About anything else I could think of to say might have come out wrong. LOL He just said, "Don't worry about it, I've had to help more than one guy do that before." He then laughed and tucked me back in. I know I was a little red in the face I was so embarrassed. I turned to go out and again the booze was still hitting me and I almost fell again I was so dizzy. My good Samaritan came to my salvation again and held me up or it might have been a very hard face plant for me. He just held onto me as we left the toilet and I was really dizzy by now. Instead of guiding me back to the living room, He pushed open another of the doors along the hall and almost had to carry me over to the bed where he had my turn around and gave me a little push anD I flopped onto the bed. He then grabbed my legs and turned me around and told me to just lay down for a while till some of that wore off. Then he reached down and took my shoes off and dropped them on the floor. I was so out of it I really wasn't registering what was going on and just laid there with my eyes closed and told myself to just rest a couple of minutes. I am fairly certain I passed out then, but not for very long. I woke up and was aware that I seemed to be naked as hell from the waist down. Now how the hell had that happened? I looked down and found that my shorts were definitely off and were in my own hand and then I felt the sensation of what seemed to be someone's mouth on my cock. I was hard as a rock and getting bj from someone, what the heck?

Sorry guys, too many details I'm trying to remember. Tom was gentle, leading me to the bathroom to make sure that the revulsion didn’t lead to something more explosive. The small little white room was a shock of white towel and bright light that dazed me almost immediately, the disorientation making me subject to a room that almost seemed to turn on its own. The big man however, took charge, urging me first onto the toilet like a child to purge the contents of my stomach while he ran the shower as hot as sin. By the time I was sure I was clean, I leaned between my legs to wipe myself and realized that even this normal act of cleansing was suddenly as stiflingly erotic as the steam in the claustrophobic bathroom. I’m convinced that without Tom’s guiding hand I would have stayed there for a good deal longer making sure my little ass was sparkling clean. Tom’s shower was probably going to be quicker however since I was passed into the sudden torrent of near boiling water and then directed to the shower shot he had hanging there. He asked me if I knew how to use it and then dumbly I acknowledged it and he left me there. The water was a rhythm on my skin that was playing hell with the drugs in my system. The long tube of spurting water, driven into my asshole was almost like being born it felt so wonderful and too, I can’t say how long I sat there rubbing that tiny shooting dildo up inside me over and over again. When Tom returned it was like the approach of some ghost out of the corner of your eye and with a barking laugh, he told me it was time to get out. He rubbed me dry and wrapped me up, hurrying me into the bedroom and under covers, wrapping me in his sheets as the sudden reversal from steaming hot to normal house left me shuddering. This is what most people call the “roll” when it comes to ecstasy, feelings like waves overtake you in troughs and peaks, a light scratch on your balls may feel like silk or a razor blade. And finally, just like that, it was time for him to unwrap his present. With the sheets pulled back he slid the moons of his ass back to my face, squatting over me. The first thing I noticed in my now mindless eagerness to eat his ass was that he was bitter. Not as in badly cleaned or stained, but something different, something that reminded me of the belches I usually got when coming up on ecstasy. I’m guessing that he had, while I was in the shower, added his own pills to the tight orifice I was now sucking at like a whore. It was not the best taste to my already queasy stomach but I lost the focus of nausea at some point and just became an invading muscle inside a ring of muskiness. He kept rocking as I ate his ass, his balls brushing against my forehead, leaving tracer hot paths of sensation and occasionally and impact as he rubbed his hand down his cock. Sometime in the depths of my depravity he finally climbed off of me and moved his body downward, now covered in sweat like mine was the tensile bounce of his cock perhaps hotter than the rest of him. Me? I was soft, my cock retreating like a turtle inside me, the perfect specter of a drug riddled bottom bitch now ready to be fucked. He would find my ass slack and loose from both the shower and the ecstasy, ready for spit shine bit of lube, ready for his cock. My legs went up, the curve of my ankles as his handhold and he ground that invading piece of meat up and down the furry crack of my ass. I blubbered as the head danced over my asshole, the edge almost snagging its way in. “I’m going to come inside you and make you my girl,” was all I got before the inevitable push. His cock was huge and intrusive suddenly, painful, but oh so wonderfully painful as the receptors in my brain fired back and forth between pain and pleasure. Despite my slackness, I swear I even felt a little tear as he pushed in but I could only blame myself for having played so long with the hot water invading my ass. I stood on the brink and crest of this whirlwind my body arching to both better receiving his cock but also to maintain some rigidity in limbs that were suddenly shaking hard from the endorphin dump. I felt a wetness as my body responded, pouring its own lubricant down and around his cock, mucus clinging, mingling and eventually joining with the seed he’d pump inside me. My face too was wet which came as a shock and I reached up, touching my cheeks now wet with tears. I was crying? I was getting fucked hard and my confused body was treating this as some sort of religious experience because it wasn’t sadness I felt, but an overwhelming joy of being an abject whore bottom for this man. I reached up to rub my wet palms on his pecks, attracted to the hardness that I found there as well as the knot hardness of his nipples. His face was agony and ecstasy, he grunted ready to punch his cock through my inner lining and supplant his come in place of my brain. And finally Tom came, dumping with foul grunt deep into my guts, collapsing on top of me with his hard cock still pulsing his seed upwards. I held him, never wanting this psychotic feeling of being an object to ever end and I was disappointed that it must. So when Tom finally rose from my shoulder and playfully bit me on my chin, he asked if I was ready to meet his roommate.

Most of you guys that follow me know I travel to Europe a lot for my job. This past year, I've been mostly traveling to Amsterdam. Being the raw bottom slut that I am, there's few places that are better for me. My company used to put me up in the north end of town. I had quite a few "regulars" in the noord. Noord AMS is very ethnic. Lots of Arabs and working class guys. But since early spring my company has been housing me in the south end of AMS. The hotel in Zuid Amsterdam is in a jewish, upper middle class area near the University and many of the highrise corporate offices. So, the guys are very, very different from the Noord guys. The other very nice thing is that the hotel in the south doesn't require a keycard for the lift. So, guys can come right to my door. Making anonymous encounters possible, where they aren't possible in the Noord area hotel. One one of my first stays at the hotel in the south I met a guy that had posted on Doublelist.com. He had posted that he was a 54 year old, married, newly bisexual guy. He's 6'4" (195cm) tall. Slender. He has a big, thick, dutch, uncut dick. 8" (20.5cm). He said he liked nsa blow jobs and occasionally likes to top. I replied to his ad. I told him where I would be staying. He told me that he worked 5 minutes away and could stop by on his way home from work. He also told me that he considered himself primarily straight. But that his wife now had a medical condition that made it painful for her to get fucked. He said she wouldn't let him fuck her in the ass. And that she'd always been lousy at sucking cock. So, a few years ago he had started to let guys blow him. And that he'd recently begun to fuck guys as well. I told him that that was exactly the type of guy I was turned on by and we arranged to meet in a few days when I was back in Amsterdam. The afternoon that I arrived I emailed him my room number. He replied back that he'd be there at 5:10pm. And sure enough, exactly at 5:10p there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and stood behind it. As I closed the door, there standing in front of me was this gorgeous, tall, muscular, sandy blond, blue eyed Dutch hunk of a man. I gave him a big grin and locked the door behind him. He immediately kicked off his shoes. Began to undo his belt and unzip. I quickly removed my glasses and watch. And followed him to the bed. He now had his pants and underwear kicked off and was sitting on the edge of the bed. His long, thick cock was already rock hard and standing straight up. I knelt between his legs and began to worship that Dutch monster cock. His cock was so rock solid, that it was more like an 18 year old boys cock, than a 54 year old man's. I asked him if he takes viagra to get this hard? "No. I'm just a horny fucker. Always have been." he replied with a smirk and a wink. After a few minutes of my sucking him, he leaned forward and began to rub my ass. I got up and removed my pants and shirt. I then climbed on the bed, on my hands and knees, with my ass facing him. He rubbed and fingered my hole. I had a bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table. He took that and lubed up my hole and his cock. I took a few hits of poppers as he slapped his engorged cock against my ass. As I continued to inhale poppers, he slowly pushed his huge mushroom cockhead into my hole and held it there to let me adjust to his thickness. Once he could feel my ass loosening up, he slowly pressed all the way up into me. I could feel his giant balls pressed against me. I took another huge hit of popper and he now began to fuck. He'd pull nearly all the way out of me, then slam back into me. I'd let out a grunt as his thrust would knock the air out of my lungs. I was moaning and groaning with every brutal thrust of his cock. "Whack!" he slapped me hard on the ass as he rode me. "Ya' like this, fag? Ya' like this big dick in ya'?" he said. I couldn't see him, but I could hear the sneer in his voice. "Fuck, yeah! I love your big, Dutch dick inside me. Fuck me." "Such a faggot, whore. Aren't you? "Yeah! Yeah!" was all I could say as he continued to knock the breath out of me with every thrust. His fucking got faster and if possible, even harder and deeper. I could tell he was really enjoying the ride. "Get up farther on the bed", he barked. He pulled out of me and slapped my ass. "Up in the middle of the bed". he growled again. I crawled up into the middle of the king sized bed, as he climbed onto it and crawled behind me. I sniffed some more poppers as he once again slammed up into me. "Cunt!" he said as he slid back into me. "Such a fuckin' cunt. Aren't you?" "Yes Sir!" I replied. "My cunt is yours to use and abuse." "Good fag." he said. "You know you're a no good cunt that's only good as a cum dump. Don't you?" "Yes Sir!", I again replied. Wham! Wham! Wham! His cock slammed into me, knocking the bed against the wall as he thrust. He reached under me with one of his hands and pinched my nipple as he fucked. "Ahhh...... Yesss....Oh, fuck me", I groaned. He quickened his pace and I could hear his breathing get faster and deeper. "Ahhhhhh.....FUCK!" he shouted as he slammed up into me as far as he could. I could feel his cock throb and his body shake as he unloaded his spunk deep into inside my second sphincter. It had taken about 10 minutes of heavy fucking for him to deposit inside me. He pulled out of me and collapsed onto his back, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. I also collapsed onto the bed, laying on my side, facing him. I stroked his smooth chest as his chest gasped for breath. "Holy Fuck! You've got a nice pussy". he said as he caught his breath. We laid there for several minutes, then he jumped up. "Can I shower? I don't want my wife to smell my cum and your ass on me." he said with a smirk. Without even waiting for an answer, he climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom to wash off all evidence of our fuck. Since early spring, this has been our weekly routine. A quick 10 or 15 minute fuck. He showers and heads home on his bicycle to his wife. Even though I'm missing some of my Arab and dock workers that were my regulars in Noord Amsterdam. This Dutch top has certainly been a fun replacement.

Part 27 I was being completely used and had no way to protest or stop what was happening, Tom had told me this was what he wanted and part of me felt like I had to trust him. The guy pounding my ass didn’t let up, he kept fucking me at the same hard brutal pace. The toy he had shoved in my ass felt like it was snaking its way deeper into me. If I wasn’t so high I’m sure I’d have blacked out. I was snapped back into the moment with a hard slap to my face, I obviously wasn’t focusing enough on the guy that was ramming his cock down my throat. I concentrated on opening my throat, tying to make the guy in front of me cum. One less person to fuck me was what I thought. “Suck my cock you pig! Hurry up and breed him Mick, I won’t last much longer in his throat” As if on cue I felt the guy in my ass, Mick, start to fuck my ass with long strokes. It didn’t take long, I felt his cock swell and the familiar feeling of ribbons of cum coating my now bruised hole. The guy in my mouth was quick to pull out and make his way to my hole, I barely felt a second of relief as he replaced Micks now spent cock with his own. This pattern repeated for at least another 10 guys, each one with different degrees of brutality. The last guy that buried his cock alongside the toy in my ass was hung and very thick. It felt like a second toy. No one had replaced the cock in my mouth. I was moaning heavily, and could feel the high wearing off. He leaned deeper into me and forced a bottle of poppers under my nose, I felt grateful for the relief. He kept holding the bottle under my nose, never moving it away. My head began to swim and my heartbeat was pounding in my ears. My hole was making a wet sloppy sound, I had been bred by at least 30 guys so far and it didn’t seem to be letting up. Just as the poppers were becoming too much I felt the cock inside me pulse and volley cum into the mix of loads already coating my insides. He took out his cock and although I still had the toy in my ass I felt the relief to no longer being double stuffed. “Nicely lubed up boy, now lets have some fun with that fuck hole” A sharp scratch at my neck and the rush through my veins let me know I was being slammed again. I knew what was coming but still couldn’t prepare for it. The guy at my ass worked his hand straight into my hole, he gripped the toy in my and slowly started to slide it out. I groaned out in a feral cry. He didn’t pull the toy out completely. He gripped the top of it and together he worked both it and his arm into my hole. I writhed in pain, unable to move still being strapped down. I has his arm up to his elbow inside me, and it was clutching onto a toy that was almost as thick. The drugs rushed into my system and I surprisingly felt relaxed. The feeling in my ass hurt but it felt good at the same time. The fist in my ass turned and pushed and punched my hole. It made me tingle, I have no other way to describe how it felt. Then without any warning both were remove and I felt a sudden feeling of emptiness. “Fuck boy, your hole is blooming. Look at that rose bud” I wasn’t sure what he meant, I felt a cock slide into me and then a feeling of warmth. I began to feel very full. This guy was pissing in me. I had never done any kind of waterspouts before. I guess I was enjoying myself.

Part 18 - Familiar Surroundings Lucy's plans had changed slightly so she was flying out to Barbados on the same day that Daniel and Jordan would fly in from Boston. The architects had flown out 4 days previously under strict guidelines and to have something ready for when they arrived. Lucy picked up her belongings at security and made her way to he clubhouse and catch up on some emails. The receptionist scanned her boarding pass, at the same time Callum was walking past when he heard the receptionist say thank you Mrs Salinger. He stopped dead in tracks and looked over and saw it was indeed Daniel's mother. "Mrs Salinger how lovely to see you again and welcome" he called walking over to her. Lucy turned and looked "Callum isn't it?". "Yes nice of you to remember" he turned to the receptionist "Mrs Salinger is VIP Sarah" she nodded and picked up the phone. "Oh and Callum, please call me Lucy" she said and thanked him. Callum smiled "Lucy, please may I escort you to the VIP lounge, where are you flying to today?" "Barbados back to the hotel" she replied. "Excellent Steve is rostered on the flight so you will be attentively looked after" he said smiling to her. Lucy had on numerous occasions flown with the airline but this was the first time she had really paid attention to the service in the clubhouse, she began noting things down that could be used in the new Salinger Club wing. It struck her that the reason why she paid more attention was more about the engaging personal service from Callum in the VIP section, the other thing was how much more relaxed she was just sitting there in the oversized armchair. All to quickly Callum approached to advise her flight was boarding, he took her hand baggage and escorted her through the airport and directly on to the plane skirting the priority queue. The cabin crew at the door noticed Callum approaching the door and Lucy was addressed and welcomed by name, Steve came forward and escorted her to the assigned seat. "Welcome on board Mrs Salinger, I trust Callum has looked after you so far" Steve asked. Lucy handed over her jacket "Steve please call me Lucy and yes he looked after me very well. How are you?" Steve smiled "I'm great thank you, are you meeting up with Danny and Jordan?". "Yes we are looking over designs for the expansion of the Salinger Barbados Retreat" she replied excitedly. Callum finished stowing the hand luggage "Really we could have stayed there forever, it is so lovely". Callum said his good bye as the tannoy announced boarding complete, Steve brought Lucy over some champagne and got her settled. The flight went by quickly as Lucy was reading over the architects notes they had sent her, she also spent some time sat at the bar area talking to Steve and going over the Club House wing ideas listening to ideas he had that she was jotting down quickly. Steve also said the name didn't sound or sit right and suggested 'Club By Salinger'. Lucy returned to her seat and read through the notes she made with Callum and also Steve's ideas. She tapped her pen several times on the note pad and wrote 'Concept - Club By Salinger', underneath she wrote 'food and beverage service, pool and beach service, lounge service', Lucy had already decided to keep housekeeping under the general hotel service. Next she wrote 'Club Managers', she glanced over at Steve who was engaging with other passengers as he checked they were secured for landing. She looked down again at her note pad and wrote 'Steve and Callum' she closed the note pad and glanced again at Steve, yes she thought to herself brilliant idea. Her eye was caught by the flickers of green coming in through the window as the plane crossed Barbados and banked over Bridgetown heading out to sea before turning on the final approach. Daniel and Jordan stepped in to the waiting limo and drove off towards the hotel, after 10 minutes Jordan tapped Daniel on the leg and pointed to the sky from his side of the limo and they watched Lucy's flight coming in to land. Daniel chuckled and told Jordan they would only get a short time to swim before she showed up. Lucy unbuckled her seat belt and Steve approached with her Jacket "Hope you had a good flight Lucy". "I did Steve, thank you. How long is your layover?" Lucy asked Steve. Steve retrieved her bag from the overhead hat bin "Only two nights Lucy". Lucy looked shocked "That's not long, Danny and Jordan arrived a while ago, come and stay at the Salinger Steve". Steve overwhelmed by her generosity said he would love to, Lucy told him to meet her at the Salinger limo but not to tell Daniel or Jordan he was coming to stay. Steve stood by the Salinger limo waiting for Lucy to appear, the driver ignored Steve as he was use to seeing airline crew standing in the VIP/Crew zone. Lucy appeared from customs and the driver walked over in her direction and took hold of her luggage, she warmly greeted the driver and informed him that Steve will be riding with them to the hotel. All luggage stowed away Lucy and Steve climbed in to the back of the limo for the drive to the hotel. "I hope you don't mind sharing a suite with Danny and Jordan?" she asked looking at Steve. Steve chuckled "Not at all I did last time I stayed with them, the suites are big enough". "You seem to enjoy your work Steve, just like Callum does" Lucy began to make some investigative conversation. Steve looked surprise "Well it's fine and it allows us to come to Barbados which we love". Lucy nodded "You never thought about moving here and settling down?". "Lucy it is so expensive to buy here and it would concern us about getting to the UK to visit family" Steve explained. Lucy nodded again "So if you had the chance to, what would make you say yes to giving everything up for Barbados?". Steve sighed "hmm, a good job to start, time to be together but importantly being able to get home to see family". "Family is the one and most important aspect of life" Lucy said agreeing with Steve. The limo pulled up to the Orchid Wing "I still can't get use to this" Steve said looking out the window. Lucy laughed and stepped out of the limo to be greeted by Daniel and Jordan she looked at them both and told them there was a guest in the limo. Daniel bent over to look in and screamed in surprise as Steve scurried out of the limo and hugged them both. "Hope you don't mind putting me up for two nights" Steve beamed at the both of them. Daniel cocked his head to one side "I guess we can put up with you" and laughed. "Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" Jordan asked. Steve grabbed his flight bag "I didn't know you would be here this week". Lucy went to meet the architects whilst the three boys headed down to the beach for a couple of hours. Cael was overwhelmed to see them plodding along the beach towards the bar, he prepared some fruit crushes and placed them on a table as they approached. Several swims later they all sat in a row looking out to sea. Steve sighed "God how I love it here" and got his phone out called Cael over "Would you mind taking a photo please Cael?". "Of course, say Bajan and smile" he chuckled as he took the photo. Jordan peeked and laughed then settled back in his chair "It certainly is beginning to feel like home here". Daniel looked at him "Happiest place on earth and great memories so far". Jordan looked back at Daniel "You really are happiest here aren't you?". "Yes but only with you" he leant in and gave Jordan a quick kiss. Steve tutted and punched Jordan "Enough you make me sick with all your gooey lovie dovie stuff" and laughed his socks off. "By the way Steve my mother really likes you and Callum" Daniel leaned forward to see Steve. Steve turned his head "Really?". "Yes, she said you treated her like royalty all the way here and Callum escorted her to the plane" Daniel replied. Steve smiled "She was lucky Callum recognised her at the airport". Daniel stood up "Right I guess we should get ready for dinner guys, mother has us in the Windward Palms at 7pm". They all stood and said good by to Cael as they headed back to the suite. Promptly at 7pm everyone arrived including Sofie who was catching up with Lucy, she gave Daniel and Jordan a kiss and told Jordan that she wanted to go through some comment cards with him in the morning so he could see how well the Butler on the Beach concept was going down. Steve seemed to fit in well and even spent most of dinner engaged in conversation with Lucy and Sofie, little did he realise they were assessing his suitability for part of Lucy's grand plan. Lucy and Sofie had already spoken earlier that day and it was agreed that Sofie would move on to take over the GM role at the new LA hotel, it worked in favour for them both as she would be living with her husband who was based in LA. Shortly after dinner Steve posted the photo to the Bajan group on whatsapp so everyone would know what they were missing out on, he put his phone down telling Daniel and Jordan he had sent the photo. Sage had walked in to the music lounge and saw Kit sitting at the usual spot, he casually walked over and said hello to Kit who was already ordering a drink for Sage. The timing could not have been more perfect as they did the small talk greeting chat Kit's phone buzzed and his eyes glanced down to see a message from the 'Bajan Group'. He opened the message with the phone on the bar top and laughed causing Sage to ask what happened. Kit shook his head "Oh some friends have reunited again" and showed Sage the photo. Sage looked carefully "Wow that is one fine beach, where is that?". "Barbados, we were there over a month ago hence the somewhat fading tan" Kit laughed. Sage laughed with him "So who are the three amigos". Kit innocently explained "This one is Danny and this is his now boyfriend Jordan and this one is Steve". "They look like a lot fun to be around" Sage replied with a big smile on his face. Kit chuckled "Oh Danny is the joker we have a long running thing going every time we see each other". "The err Jordan dude has some pretty neat ink work, do they live out there?" Sage asked with feigned interest. Kit put the phone away "No Danny and Steve are from the UK and Jordan well he is American and loved up with Danny". "Nice bunch of friends, never really known anyone from the UK must be cool having British friends" Sage sighed. Kit smiled "Well they are coming over for thanksgiving so maybe we could all meet up one evening". Sage pretended to look shocked "Sure would be nice, but this is only the second time we have met dude". Kit patted him on the shoulder "Got to admit Sage your a pretty decent guy to be around plus you like the music". Sage laughed "Thanks Kit, hope we can become friends if you have the room for another one". They shook hands and did a man hug before returning to their drinks and waiting for the bands to start, Sage could not keep the sinister smile off his face, after all he was so close to achieving his goal.

"I don't know if you've ever had the pleasure, but Blackie's hole is the sweetest I've ever tasted!" Alex said, giving Blackie's butt a playful squeeze. "Of course, the night is young and there's so much more to do! You're more than welcome to join us, Katt! Before you answer, you should know that I'm POZ, undetectable and strictly bareback!" "For me, the sweetest ass I've ever eaten is my husband's, but Blackie is a close second!" Katt said, stroking Alex's chest. "Trust me, pig, it fucks as good as it tastes! Like you, I'm POZ, undetectable and I've NEVER had a condom on or in me! Before we move onto other things, Blackie and I need to conduct some business! Let's go to the red zone!" He said, picking up his backpack. In the bedroom, Katt set the backpack on the bed and began taking out the merchandise while Blackie opened the top drawer of his dresser and took out an envelope with cash. There were 2 dozen bags of meth, a vial of G, a large bottle of Viagra and 2 dozen syringes in sealed packages. Blackie gathered up the merchandise, putting it in the dresser drawer and Katt took a large bag of meth from his backpack. "My cooker has outdone himself! Let's do a sample! Do we blow some clouds or bump it?" "Clouds will do for starters!" Blackie said, patting the bed. Alex and Katt sat on the bed, while Blackie loaded the glass cock. "Pig, show him that magic tongue of yours!" Sticking out his tongue, Alex wagged it teasingly and Katt pulled him in for a kiss. Alex thrust his tongue between Katt's parted lips and there was a faint taste of tequila as he explored Katt's mouth. Minutes later, Alex parted his lips and sucked Katt's tongue into his hungry mouth. Breaking the kiss, Katt moaned, "Mmmmm, pig! Blackie was right about you! I swear you could take my tonsils out with that tongue of yours! Long and talented and you kiss with piggy passion!" "Half the credit goes to you!" Alex said. "My piggy passion needs inspiration and you provided that! You've only had a sample of what my tongue can do and being a nasty pig, I take requests! Was that tequila I tasted in our kiss?" Katt squeezed Alex's thigh and said, "Yes, it was. I did some body shots with Javi before heading here! We have a piggy way for me to to body shots! He puts the lime between his upper leg and his crotch and he sprinkles the salt on his cock!"

30 year old cub contacted me last week asking if I wanted “a warm place to unload in?”. Here in the far exburbs of DC, this directness is rare, and from a thirty year old? We negotiated back and forth. He told me he hadnt been fucked in over a year. He wanted “anon” and by that he meant (after I pressed him on it) no foreplay, no muss no fuss just breeding. Yesterday the stars aligned and after texting and writing back and forth and back and forth and back and forth, I wound up at his side gate where he let me in. (oddly not anonymous, right?). I followed him into the basement rec room where he had a towel and to cum rags and a bottle of lube laid out. He pulled off his shorts, and got on all fours ass out. SNAP my clothes were off in a nano second and I had my finger at his hole. He said, “It is lubed. I used a toy to open it up for you.”. His bottle of silicone lube had barely enough left to coat my hard dick. I pressed to to his hole and slipped in. He sighed. I wiggled it about trying to make space, trying to get his ass to embrace it. I slid all the way balls deep. He groaned. With him face down, I looked around me at all the cosplay swords and shields and arcade games around us in the basement. This sweet little baby boy with a nice hairy ass wrapped completely around my dick . . .okay this counts as anon I decided. With only a few strokes in and out it make my head spin it feels so amazing. He says “breed me”, which I ignore and just keep going. Feeling absofuckinglutely fantastick . . . and I am in my own head enjoying my dick sliding in and out of him when I hear PEOPLE TALKING UPSTAIRS. He said something about a roommate? Whatever - the idea there are people up there with no idea we are down here practicing our faggotry . . . OMG I CAME HARD . . .and usually I like to stop moving my dick when I am coming usually in hopes the bottom can feel my dick pulse. But in him I could not stop pumping because it was still producing more and more cum each stroke squirting out more deep inside him. FUCK. he wanted no foreplay quick and that was five minutes. and HOT I dressed in a jiff and when he was walking me back out to the gate he said it mustve been a big load because it was leaking down his leg.

Since starting PrEP, I’ve been more open to have the kind of raunchy sex I’ve always fantasized about. My boy, on the other hand, decided that PrEP wasn’t for him anymore. While we started it together, he went off of it a few months ago when his last prescription ended. And that hasn’t stopped him from having risky sex, which is a huge turn on for both of us. Usually, we play together. A couple of times since he stopped PrEP, we hooked up with Charlie, a POZ guy off his meds. Charlie is a fuck buddy and mostly bottoms for us. My boy will suck him off while I rawfuck him with my PrEPed cock, filling him with cum which my boy eagerly licks out. My boy did bottom for Charlie once before he stopped PrEP, and I think he missed the thrill of riding that bare toxic dick. It might have been the excitement of taking Charlie’s POZ load that made him want to go off PrEP. Last weekend, Charlie invited me to a conversion party. He and two unmedicated buddies were going to rawfuck a bottom hungry to take POZ loads and convert. The plan was for him to take four loads, three POZ ones and mine the only NEG, sort of a cum-roulette. He asked that I not tell invite my boy about it since he wasn’t much into topping and would upset the one-out-of-four odds. I agreed and told my boy that I’d need to work on Saturday afternoon. My boy was a bit upset that I’d be away for part of the weekend, but told me he’d see if he could get up to some naughty fun of his own while I was ‘working.’ I knew he suspected that I’d be having some naughty fun myself. Friday evening, Charlie texted me to let me know that our bottom had flaked. I was disappointed. My boy and I were watching a movie on the sofa so I was cagey texting back and forth with Charlie. He told me to hold tight and might be able to organize another guy hungry for some fresh POZ cum. Not a minute later, my boy’s phone started dinging . He read a text then got up and went to the bathroom. He was in there a few minutes and came back sporting a bulge in his shorts and a little dark spot that looked like a dab of precum to me. He settled back next to me and nuzzled. My phone buzzed and Charlie let me know that we were on again after all, adding that the new bottom wanted to blindfolded so he didn’t know when he was full of POZ cock or not… The next morning, my boy and I slept in and lazed in bed. We fooled around a little making out until I started eating and fingering his hole. He moaned as I lined up my cock and slid inside him. I was horny thinking about the fun I was going to have with some cumdump’s ass that night and my boy’s eyes were tightly clenched, lost in his own fantasy. I asked him if he was thinking about Charlie’s big POZ cock and he started muttering, ‘Breed me!’, ‘…dirty seed…’, and ‘fill me up!’ I was only too happy to oblige with my PrEPed cum. I shot deep inside him and stayed there until my hardon went down. An hour or so passed quickly and I showered before heading out ‘to work.’ My boy kissed me at the door and told me to have fun ‘working.’ He said he might have a surprise for me when I got home. I hopped in the car and texted Charlie that I was on my way. He replied back to take my time as our bottom was running a little late. I got to Charlie’s and had a beer or two with him and the two POZ tops he’d invited. Both were mid-50s but looked older with wasted faces and sizable bellies. Both had stopped meds but years of treatment had left them both looking sick. One had was bald, in fact hairless nearly everywhere except a white mustache. The other was tanned all over having obviously sunbathed nude. They both also had massive cocks already plump with anticipation. The bottom texted Charlie that he was outside and Charlie escorted us to his bedroom. We clinked our bottles and jerked each other off a little while Charlie met the cumdump at the door and blindfolded him. I’m sure you’ve figured out already that my boy was the bottom hungry to take three POZ loads. Charlie winked at me, knowing that the other two tops didn’t know that they were about to knock up my own boy. Charlie pushed my boy to his knees and led his head to one of the top’s cocks. While my boy was slobbering on our dicks he whispered to me, ‘Keep your mouth shut. He doesn’t know that the only NEG guy here is his man…’ I nodded and grinned. I’ve shared my boy’s holes with guys before, but never toxic unmedicated tops. Seeing Charlie and the two POZ strangers manhandle my boy got me so hot. They used him rough, forcing his head onto their big cocks, force-fucking his mouth, spreading his cheeks apart and driving their fingers into his ass. The mustachioed guy with the biggest belly flopped my boy onto Charlie’s bed and went to town eating his ass. He pulled off with spit and my morning’s load all over his white mustache grunting, ‘This pig has been primed already. Fresh seed is leaking out!’ He pulled back and I watched my own cum ooze out of my boy’s ass. The tanned guy walked up shaking his big dick and slapped it against my boy’s crack. He used my seed to slide balls deep in one go. Mr. Mustache spread my boy’s cheeks wide so he could get in as deep as possible. Charlie smiled at me knowing I was loving the sight. ‘You like taking that raw dick, boy?’, the tanned guy asked. My boy moaned and begged for his cum. Charlie grabbed his phone and started recording my piggy boy rocking back and forth taking that dick. The tanned guy roared and shot his load as deep as it would go into my boy’s guts. He backed off and Mr. Mustache nodded to me that I should go next. Without a word, I slid into my boy. He felt so velvety smooth and wet. My cock was slimy with POZ cum as it rocketed back and forth. I was so hot I knew I could cum at any moment. I pulled out and Charlie took his turn next. Charlie grabbed my cock and smeared as much cum off as possible, lubing his own with it. He handed me his phone and I started recording. He slammed hard into my boy and pounded him until my boy’s knees gave out and he was flat on his belly. I kept the video going as he hammered my boy into the mattress. He screamed as he came, so happy to be breeding my boy with his charged seed. He pulled out and nudged me forward. I dipped my dick into my piggy boy now stretched out and leaking two POZ loads. His hole felt so much more open than I’d ever felt it, practically ruined. I wanted to last as long as I could, so after churning what looked like butter in and out of my boy’s ass, I pulled out and let Mr. Mustache take his turn. My boy laid flat on the mattress as he bravely took Mr. Mustache’s impressively thick cock. He had the biggest dick, so maybe that’s why he went last. I eased myself next to my boy on the bed and watched as that POZ stranger’s thick dick practically sucked my boy’s hole out from his boy. He would slowly pull nearly all the way out and them quickly slam back in. I knew he was about to get his nut. His pace quickened and he bred my boy deeply. Charlie flipped my boy onto his back and started kissing his mouth. The two strangers each held a leg up and I lined up with my boy’s ass. He was so stretched out and so wet with seed. I felt like I was dipping my PrEPed cock into him more than fucking him. Each time I slid in, my dick came out more and more smeared with POZ cum. Knowing that Charlie and my boy had willingly gone behind my back to get him Poz-bred made me so hard. I tried to last as long as I could, but after a few minutes of slow fucking, I fired off my load. My pubes were matted with more cum than I’d ever seen in real life and my balls were soaked. Mr. Mustche dropped to his knees and cleaned my cock off. He tongued my boy’s hole fingering as much cum into his gaping hole as possible. He worked four fingers in and out of my boy. He was practically fisting my boy, with his hard dick boucing up and down. Without a hand on it, he shot his own load. Of course, Mr. Mustache scooped it up and fingered it into his sloppy ass. Charlie handed him a buttplug and it plopped right into place. I knew that there was a chance that before his hole returned to normal, that the POZ seed seeping into his guts might have already taken effect. Charlie held up his finger to his mouth signaling us to stay quiet and ushered my boy out of the room. I heard Charlie thanking him for the use of his ass and told him to get dressed. He suggested he keep that plug in overnight and let as much of our cum stay in him as long as possible. My boy got dressed and left pretty quickly. The other two guys went to the living room and cracked open some more beers. Charlie checked to make sure I was okay and then suggested I take a quick shower and head home to check on my boy. I did just that and headed home a few minutes later, leaving my POZ buddies lounging around and talking about how hot that cumslut was and asking Charlie when they could use him again. By the time I got him, my boy had showered and changed. He smelled like fresh soap instead of sweat and cum. I wondered if he still had that plug in his hole. I tried sneaking up behind him in the kitchen, but he scooched away before I could press against his ass. I could see some bruises forming on his neck and legs where the guys had roughed him up. My boy ordered pizza and we ate it on the sofa watching another movie. I kept trying to sneak my hands down to his ass to see if he was still plugged or not, but he was squirmy and played coy. When we got ready for bed, instead of sleeping naked like we normally do, he went into the bathroom and came out in his gym shorts. I knew he must still ne absorbing all of those loads. I let him spoon me with his hand wrapped around my hard dick. We fell asleep like that, me hard thinking of him being willingly POZ-bred, and me having loved watching and participating. My boy was up before me and started making breakfast. He was naked in the kitchen, with his ass hanging out. As he leaned over the table, I could see how red and tender his hole looked. I pinned him down and lined my cock up. With nothing but spit, I pounded him into the table. He winced and grimaced saying that his hole must be out of practice. On the contrary, it felt loose and still wet inside. I bred him good adding my PrEPed seed to whatever POZ cum hadn’t already been absorbed into his guts. We ate naked with my cum leaking out of his ass and onto the chair. Of course, he bent over to lick it up when we were done eating. As I started doing the dishes, my phone buzzed. Charlie had sent the video clips to me with a message. ‘Hey stud! Look what me and my POZ buddies got up to last night. I knew exactly what I was looking it and played coy. Of course, I showed the videos to my boy, and he got so hard. I handed my phone to him and he watched as he laid on his back, legs in the air, right on the kitchen table, and I fucked another load into him. I knelt down and suckled his cock. I’d bob up and down and ask, ‘Hot cumslut right!’ Then I’d suck some more, ‘That lucky whore taking that POZ cum..’ Then back to sucking him again. ‘Think you’d ever be up for something like that?’ He roared and shot what might just have been his last NEG load ever deep down my throat.

I had a hot session last night. After my wife went to bed, I invited a hot fit guy over and met him in my truck camper. We got naked and hopped on the bed, which has limited headroom. I started to suck him for a bit but he wasn’t getting hard. I licked his balls and he put his legs further in the air to get me to lick his ass. I rimmed him for a bit until he flipped over to spread his ass wider. He obviously was into getting rimmed. I tongue fucked him a bit. He laid back down and I got on top and we passionately kissed. My hard dick was rubbing against his ass hole. He lubed me up with spit and I slowly entered him in one motion until I was balls deep. We kissed while I slowly fucked him. That felt so great. He was now rock hard and very thick. He wanted to fuck so moved me off of him and had me lay on my stomach. He spit lubed me and entered me roughly. It hurt but felt good at the same time. He fucked me in many different positions. The last position was on my hands and knees, but squatted low so he could get behind and still fit under the ceiling of the bed. He fucked me hard and fast and finally dumped a huge load in my ass. He remained plugged in for a few minutes to be sure I got every drop. He was sensitive and would jerk when I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles. He slowly pulled out and layed down. I asked if I could fuck him and he agreed. He laid face down and I climbed up and stuck my throbbing dick in his ass showing the same mercy he showed me. I fucked him for about a minute and blew my load up his ass. He got dressed and left. It was one of the hotter hookups I’ve had and I was still horny after. I still am and still have his load in my ass. My wife is out of town for most of the day, so I’m looking for more loads.

Part 1 I looked in the mirror after my shower. "Eh....not too bad," I thought to myself before dressing. I'm 48, 6' tall, 250 pounds of mostly muscle, and hairy all over. I remember as a teenager hating my fur, but now, as an adult male I can't imagine my body not being covered in thick, black fur. My son Kyle had been living with me since my divorce three years past when I told the ex I was gay. She seemingly couldn't accept my announcement and dramatically took off, leaving me with our kid, which was fine with me. Kyle and I have a great relationship and he's pretty accepting.....but in these times, gay doesn't mean for a 19 year old what it meant for me when I was his age. One night when he went out with his buddies, I decided a night at the baths was just what I needed, and the baths are the perfect place for barebackers like me. No one asks, no one tells, and no one gives a fuck. I had only to lube up my tool and enter any available hole. Just what I needed. I pulled up, entered, and immediately smelled the familiar odor of sweat, cum, and men. It's intoxicating....nothing quite like that heady scent to get my cock rock hard. As I walked around, there was a nice variety of men around to capture my attentions and stroke my desires. Some nice buff studs, college twinks, chubby bears, otters, you name it. I walked around, my dick ready to invade some tight, sweet hole and seed it deep with my cum. I could actually feel my prostate begging to dump my jizz in a willing slut. The night was a typical one for me; getting sucked off for a bit before moving on, grabbing some nice cocks, sucking some tongue, eating some tits, sniffing balls, rimming ass.....nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing out of the ordinary, that was, until I went to the back room. When I went through the chains hanging over the doorway I found quite a scene. About seven men were surrounding a young slut who was laying in a sling. The combination of the dim lighting and the hood enveloping his entire head (with the only openings being one for his mouth, and another for his nostrils) making the experience for the bottom and the tops very much anonymous. The young slut was getting rammed pretty hard by one of the men around him, and I couldn't help but watch and jerk my cock. Given the room he was in, and the sling he was in, I knew he was taking each cock bare. No rubbers for this little slutty boy. The sounds of sex were amazing, and the smell of that back room made pre-cum drool out of my cock slit.

Cum makes the best lube

Chicago. It's like they don't sell condoms here

I had been waiting patiently for my sons 18th birthday. It was finally almost here. Two more days. Two more days till he would finally be of some use to me. Until now the pathetic little emo brat had been nothing but a burden. But in two days he would finally start fufilling some purpose and no longer be a total waste of his daddy's cum. Granted, I had only had to look after him for the last two years, but it was a hassell. I knocked his mother up when were 17. I tried to make her get an abortion, but her parents wouldn't let her. Some religious bullshit reason. When I was 18, I was sent to prison for 15 years for armed robbery trying to get money to take care of the "accident". So yea I blamed him for being incarerated. Prison changes you. I entered as a teenage punk and left a hardened ex-con. The first five years I was a prison bitch, owned by the toughest fucker in the joint. He claimed me the second day I was in there, raping me in the showers. For five years I gave up my pussy to him and anyone he sold me to. Then he got shanked in the yard. Another guy tried to claim me, but I was older, wiser, and stronger. I fought for myself this time, and earned some respect. Soon I had my own prison pussy, a scrawny little bitch. I owned him until I was released. When I got out, I was able to find a shitty job and managed to find a dump of a trailer to live in. That's when the bitch showed up on my steps with our kid and his suitcase. She just dumped him with me and took off with some bikers. I could have just kicked him out on the street, but he was my blood. And like I said, prison changes you. I had developed a taste of hot boy ass, and the power of owning it. So I took him in knowing he'd be legal in two years. Now the wait was almost over. The cumstain had no idea what his future was going to hold for him. I had been planning and preparing for this day. I had saved up and bought a state of the art digital camera, knowing it was an investment for what I was going to make off the boy. The morning of his birthday, he came out to the living room to find me sitting in my chair, smoking, wearing just a pair of dirty boxerbreifs, my chest and arms of prison tatoos on full display. He started to get some cereal in the kitchen, but I called him over. "Its your birthday son," I started. "I have a little present for you." I handed him a glass pipe with some crystals in it. Now, I know he's done drugs. I've smelled pot and alcohol on him many times. But I don't know what else he's done. I knew he knew what I had just handed him. "Go ahead son, you're a man now. Join Daddy in a smoke." He was a little hesitant, but I pushed it up to his lips and lit a lighter, melting the crystals. He took a big bit, coughing out a large white cloud. "Go ahead, take another one son." I encouraged him. He took another big hit, not coughing so much. I kept encouraging him to take more, and the dumb bitch didn't even realize I wasn't hitting it. After his 6th big hit, the pipe was empty and he flopped back on the couch. I knew he was flying, and I knew it was time for his real present. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, so it was really easy to rip his jeans and underwear off of him. "What the fuck Dad?" he started, but a couple hard slaps across his face silenced him. "Shut the fuck up boy!" I ordered him. "The free ride is over. From now on you're going to earn your existence!" His skinny,pale body was no match for my pumped up muscles. I had had him naked and on his stomach before he knew what hit him. Ripping off my shorts I lined up my hard 8 inch cock up to his hole, and spit a couple loogies on my dick for lube. Holding his shoulders down I forced my cock in his virgin hole as hard as I could. He howled as I breached his ass ring, pushing my mushroom head into him and continuing till I was buried to my balls. I felt a warm wetness surround my cock as his cherry was ripped apart. He thrashed and cried beneath me begging for me to stop. I just started fucking him hard and deep, loving the red that covered my dick everytime I pulled out. God damn it was nice to have some hot boy ass again! I was going to make him a great whore. I pulled all the way out, looking at his busted open pussy, red oozing out of it, and rammed back in to the hilt, causing more howling from the cunt. I just kept on pounding his new pussy over and over. Eventually he quieted down and actually started moaning, and soon was pushing his ass back on me. "That's right boy. Ride your daddy's cock. Feel good boy? That's the cock that made your worthless life bitch. But now you have a purpose! You're going to be my whore and make daddy lots of money!" He just moaned beneath me as I talked dirty to him. "That's right bitch, moan for me. I know your faggot ass loves it. This is why you were born! Now take my cum. Take your daddy's cum in your whore cunt!" I pumped my son full of my cum as his pussy milked me dry, sucking my sperm deep in his guts. When I finished breeding his new cunt, I unloaded with a torrent of piss, making him my urinal. "Don't worry about school, I said, pulling out of him as his ravaged hole leaked piss and cum, "you won't be going there anymore. You'll be too busy working for me!" I turned off the camera knowing I had something totally hot to sell on the internet.

Monday, Day 1 I waved goodbye to my wife as she drove off to spend two weeks with her sister at some spa. She does this quite often and I always end up enjoying myself when she does. First, just because it is healthy for couples to spend some time apart, but also because it lets me do some stuff I would rather she not know about. See, although I love my wife, and I consider myself straight, I have a secret: every now and then I login in to one of the gay sites, get out some lube and my poppers, strip down to a jock and search for guys to have phone sex with. I would edge myself for hours until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I know a lot of build up for something pretty tame but hey, we all have our quirks. Plus I figure it is the safest version of cheating on her I can do. I mean it isn’t like I am going to catch anything from my hand. After she left I went back inside the house and finished getting ready for work. Just as I was about to leave a kinky thought popped in my head and I ran upstairs. Stripping of my suit pants and boxer briefs I grabbed my jock from the drawer and slid into it. I love the way the black Bike jock framed my ass. My Polish, Irish mix looks great in black, the pale skin and dark black dense body hair just looks great. My cock gave a slight twitch at my kinky thought, but before I let it go too far I got dressed and headed out. All day while at work I felt that jock hugging my ass and the tight pouch pressing my cock and ball tight against my body. I ended up having to take a quick bathroom break more than once as I could feel the precum, which felt super slick, particularly when I was walking, dripping between my legs and over my ass. Finally the end of the day came and I started home from work. The constant stimulation all day made me really horny and all I could think about. I just wanted to get home strip down and find some guys for some phone edging. As I got home climbed out of my car, I saw my neighbor and waved hello. My wife and I are friendly enough with his husband and he, and we occasionally exchange invitations to parties. He and his husband moved in about three years ago and they are a sweet couple. As soon as I got inside I started ripping off my clothes off and throwing them everywhere. Fuck it, there was no one home but me to bitch, so I could do whatever I wanted. Stripped to my jock I made my way to the garage where we have a second fridge and (naturally) where I hide my poppers. I love the feel of walking around more or less naked. In addition, the garage just smells amazing. I felt a little self-conscious as I passed in front of several windows, but part of me was enough of an exhibitionist that I sort of liked the idea that I might be caught. In any event, when I reached the fridge I grabbed my Berlin XXX and, again a little self-conscious, I hesitated for only a moment before I twisted the cap and took a sniff, then another, and another, and yet another. A flush came over me so, of course, I took another deep breath. The slightly smell of the garage, gasoline and unfinished lumber, combined with my own body musk, overwhelmed me. By now the idea of being watched also made my cock twitch. Before I could change my mind I lay down on the dirty floor and started working my nipples. The popper rush flooded my senses, invoking a guttural moan. My hand wandered down, pulled aside the jock pouch, and took my cock to task. Seven uncut inches, possessing lots of foreskin, and dripping precum, stood straight up from my dense bush. With deep pleasure my hand began to jack myself. Each time I raised my arm I caught the scent of my pits, and a sense of deep satisfaction controlled me. This was what it was to be a man. I managed to grab the bottle and take another couple of hits, but never did I pause in pleasuring my cock. Fuck, it was so hot: mostly naked on the filthy garage floor, all the little manly smells, my ass on the cold concrete. Normally I would edge but I just wanted to shoot my load so bad,and after four more hits and I can’t help it: the sweat dripped off me as I fucked my hand. I ran my hand through my chest hair and start to lick the salty sweat mix. It tasted so good. I was getting closer and could feel myself reaching the point of no return. Just to push myself over the edge, I grabbed the bottle of poppers to take another hit when I heard a knock at the front door. Startled I immediately stop stroking, capped the bottle, shoved my dripping cock back in my jock strap, I cast about to hide the poppers, and settled on shoving them in the pouch next to my cock. Then, making my way to the front of the house, I grabbed some running shorts and a tank top from the laundry room, pulling them on within seconds, and opened the front door - a little sweaty, perhaps, but respectable. To my surprise, my my neighbor was standing on the stoop, dressed in some running gear. “Hey, I saw the wife leave and figured you might be lonely on your first day, so I figured to invite you out for a run with me and Tom. Gotta make sure you don’t end up with a Dad bod. Although looks like you might have already been working out. You look a bit flushed” I paniced a bit and without thinking just replied 'Sure', and asked what time he wanted to get together. "We usually run around 6:00 during the summer. We head from our development through the park at the end of the block, around the high school and then back. Takes about an hour and has a nice variation in terrain so you don’t get bored." I paused for a second, and without thinking shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The bottle move in my pouch and and involuntary 'Fuck' crossed my mind as it slid out of the leg of my shorts and hit the carpet. Thankfully if bounced behind the door and I don’t think he saw it. In any event, I confirmed I'd be over at 6:00 PM for a run and, upon closing the door, I fall against it, breathing heavily, completely relieved I had managed not to let on what I was doing. Then, taking a couple deep breathes to clear my lungs I headed upstairs to take a quick shower. Yeah, I know it's stupid to shower if one is going running, but I knew there was a ton of crap on my back that I had picked-up from the garage floor. Afterwards I got out of the shower, grabbed a fresh jock and clean running shorts, checked myself in the mirror and went downstairs for a light snack before heading over to the neighbors'. Monday Evening Having got myself squared away I put on my best face and headed next door, I love wearing running shorts. I tend to favor the short nylon kind, in black of course, with the built in underwear (I cut that part out seems superfluous since I always wear a jock) and my black under armour compression tank. Anyways I knocked on the door. Within seconds Tom's husband Mike opened the door. The two men are different as night and day. Tom is big and more built with dark hair somewhat like mine while Mike is a ginger with a slightly smaller build. The only thing they both have in common is the amount of body hair. Both are like me in that regard: all three of us have thick, dense chest hair and furry legs with dense pit hair. Mike was shirtless, but still wearing his dress trousers. “Hey, Tom said you were joining us. Come on in and take a seat. I just got home and need to change, but I'll be right down. If you want a drink or just to chat, Tom is out on the back deck.” I had never really been in their house before so just sort of walked in the general direction of the kitchen figuring their layout couldn’t be much different than mine. Tom was on the back deck drinking water and looking ready to go he was staring off into his yard, probably doing what I tend to do and imagine what little project to add next. I stepped out onto the patio and grabbed an offered water bottle from off the table. I did the usual look around thing and admired their backyard. A set of stairs led up to the second floor deck that must come off their bedroom. All in all it was a nice way to spend any evening. I unscrewed the water bottle and took a long drink and almost gagged, it had a weird taste to it and left a nasty after taste on my tongue. I sputtered a little and Tom turned around. “Whoops that one is for Mike not you, he like to add a special supplement to his to help him try and get bigger. But you might as well finish it off. I'll make Mike another. The other bottles don't have the supplements, so feel free to take one of those after you finish that one. But who knows? Maybe you will like the effects. He says it gives him lots of energy and that he can go for hours after just the one bottle.” Screwing up my face I figured what the hell and downed it quickly so as not to taste it that much. I then grabbed the other bottle and cracked it open take a big drink and getting the flavor out. Damn, I had no idea what he added to the water, but I could definitely feel the additives kicking in. I suddenly had lots of energy and was positively antsy to go for a run. Mike came down dressed in blue running gear to match mine and we were ready to go. Tom re-explained the course to me and we were off. I kept paces with them and after ten minutes a good sweat was dripping off my body. I seemed hyper aware of the way the compression tank was slightly rubbing my nipples. My cock started getting hard and I was glad I was wearing my jock. We had cleared the park and were circling around the high school heading back when they started picking up the pace. First Mike took the lead, then Tom. I found myself working hard to keep up and was doing a god job until we got back into the wooded area near the park. Sweat was really dripping off me now as I followed them through the woods, branches brushing my skin that seemed hyper aware, a steady dripping of precum leaking out of my cock. I could feel the precum as it joined the stream of sweat running down my legs. I was afraid I would lose them when we finally broke free and were back in the development heading back to their place. We reached the steps and I mostly collapsed panting like a dog, sweat plastering my body hair to me. Tom and Mike chuckled and went inside inviting me to come on in. I hesitated remarking "I'm covered with sweat." Mike laughed answering "So are we. Stop being stupid and take a load off your feet." “We are just gonna go grab a cool shower, there is another one in the guest room if you want to do the same and I am sure I can find some short for you to throw on. How about you stay for dinner, we are grilling tonight and well Mike makes the most amazing meat.” With that, Tom smiled at Mike, who blushed, and ran upstairs. With an offer like that how could I refuse? I made my way with them upstairs to the guest room where I found the second bath. Stripping off my sweaty clothes I prepared to get in the shower. I started by rubbing the soap first all over my chest and pits. Fuck, it felt good. My skin was still tingling from whatever was in that water. My cock was rock hard, so I almost involuntarily began a one-handed slow jack of my cock, as my other hand played with my soapy balls, and also tickled the area behind them, which naturally caused me gasp in pleasure. I began to wander and let my finger slide further right against my hole, making small circles around my hole. Involuntarily I found myself gasping lightly. Fuck, it was amazing. Lubing myself with some soap, I began playing with my hole in earnest. I was surprised with what ease my finger slid into my hole - first one, then a second, and finally a third. Forgetting my cock, I went to town on my hole, plunging my fingers in and out. I found mself struggling not to openly groan. Then - well, holy shit: a fourth finger slid into my hole. It felt amazing. Maneuvring carefully, I lay down on the floor of the tub and threw my legs up really pounding my hole. A knock on the door brought me out of my stupor. “You okay in there, neighbor?” asked Tom's somewhat muffled voice. Startled and very embarrassed about my actions I stammered out that I was fine just had a cramp and would be out in a second. Quickly washing up I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist to go out into the main room. I looked around and my running gear was gone but nothing was there to replace it. Assuming they had laid out clothing for me somewhere, I stepped into the hallway and approached the master bedroom, looking for my hosts. While I didn't see any clothing set aside for me, nor did I see my hosts, but I did see Mike’s blue jock cast on the floor. In any event I assumed it was his. On impulse I went over grabbed it and sniffed it. Fuck that smelled great, I rubbed my face all over it breathing deep. Hearing footsteps coming from right outside the door I panicked and tucked it under my towel. It was Mike. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You need some clothing. Just grab whatever you find out of the drawers on the right. Tom’s stuff should fit you.” With those instructions, he walked back down the hall. I'm not sure why I did so, but I slipped on his used jock. It was super tight on my butt, still it felt great. Checking out Tom's drawers, I found some basketball shorts and a tank appeared to be the right size, so I pulled the clothing on and went downstairs to hang out and wait for dinner.

I had been talking to this guy on-line for a couple of weeks. He'd responded to my craigslist ad. I said I was a non-passable white crossdresser, kind of a guy in a skirt type, looking to give a bj. I had a blurry pic of me in a short leather skirt and thigh high stockings. He said he loved my pic and wanted to fuck my lips, but I saw a pic of his cock and thought no way, that black monster is way too big. In our chats, he asked if I liked "BB", I foolishly said yes, thinking that was Big Black (since he was a big black guy). He asked if I'd try a blindfold, I said cool. So after he promised he'd take it easy on me, and telling him there was no way I could deep throat a cock that big, he invited me over to his place. I put on that black leather mini skirt, thigh high fishnet stockings, a tight white blouse, and pumps. Although not passable, guys I gave head to in this outfit always wanted my ass, but I just did oral. Mark answered the side door after I parked in his garage, as he wanted to be discreet. He got me a drink, and after some small talk, he just whipped out his massive cock. It had to be 7 or 8 inches, soft. I got on my knees, and got to work. At this point, I could take it all in my mouth, but he was starting to stiffen up, so I placed my hand on the base of his shaft. He said I was being a good slut, but to drop the hand. I did as I was told. Mark then said he had the blindfold, and not seeing might help. It did make sense to me at the time, so he put it on. He said I was taking it much deeper without seeing, so it was working. Mark asked how my knees were feeling, I said they were OK, but he offered to guide me to the bedroom where things were a little softer. Mark was being very kind, so I let him guide me to the other room. Mark had me kneel, and said I could lean forward, as there was a little bench. What a nice guy. As I have my arms on the bench, sucking on that huge cock in the dark, all of the sudden, my arms and legs are grabbed. Mark pulls his cock out and starts laughing. It feels like there are restraints on the bench for my wrists, and ankles on the floor. There are other men laughing too. What the fuck is going on I ask. Mark asks if I'm ready for my bareback breeding. I say no way! He says I agreed to bareback, and there was no turning back now. My panties are cut off and my ass quickly lubed. I started to scream, right when they gagged me. The first cock in my ass felt like it was as big as a thermos! I was crying while they laughed. The fucking of my virgin ass continued for what seemed like forever then stopped. Oh god! I had a man cumming in my ass! Once he pulled out, I could feel his cum running down my leg, but I thought at least it was over. Boy was I wrong. Mark sad that I was just fucked by Justin, a skinny white guy with a 6 inch cock. That was 6 inches??? Oh shit.... So for what felt like hours I was fucked by several men, and cocks kept getting a little bigger, and hurting less for some reason. I was starting to like the feeling... Finally Mark said it was his turn. His huge cock slid in without too much problems, but it went REAL deep. He was fucking me slowly at first then asked if I was worried about AIDS. I shook my head yes. He said I was a silly little cunt, he was HIV poz and I never asked! OH SHIT! I tried to buck him off and push him out, this just made him piston fuck me harder. He buried his cock deep and said his dirty seed was going in my ass now, and I could feel it hot in my guts. For the next 2 days, I was kept bound, and every now and then fucked. The guys would tell me how sweet my ass was, and how hard it was to get a guy willing to take poz loads. I was far from willing, but Mark had told them I was going to act surprised. Then I was punched a couple of times in the head until I passed out. I woke up in my car, on the other side of town. Cum and blood on my legs, in my girl clothes, in the parking lot of a shopping center. The house where it happened was abandoned that day, with an eviction notice over a month old on the door. The e-mail account closed. So I was set up, and raped. Now I'm waiting to find out if they lied about being poz, or if I'm infected too.....

Part 1: Ryan and the Scally Lads "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jared asked, absentmindedly brushing his blond hair out of his face. "Yes. Definitely.” Ryan tried to not roll his eyes. “Come on... aren't you even a little bit curious?" Jared looked at the the building in front of them. They were in a part of Manchester he hadn’t been to before. It was dark, and the object of their interest was in the basement of an old building that hadn’t served its original purpose (probably some kind of industrial space) in decades. There was a sign but the name was generic enough that neither he nor Ryan would have known what it was — a gay “sauna” — except for the ad they had seen in a magazine in one of the bars on Canal Street. "No. I've got a pretty good idea what goes on in there. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to be a slag. Don't you want to save yourself for someone special?" Ryan knew exactly who that "special" person for him was in Jared's mind: Jared. He and his friend were both Mormon, had been raised in the same ward (congregation), and — around the time they hit puberty — had felt drawn together. For Ryan, it was simply because they had something in common... they were both gay in a church that didn't look on that very favourably. For Jared, it was more. He believed they were "destined" to be together. Ryan had tried to let his friend down easy. Jared just wasn't his type. Even now when they had been bar hopping on Canal Street, Jared dressed like he was on a church outing. He wouldn't even drink alcohol. With his thin and hairless body he was the picture of a typical twink. He was cute but didn’t do anything for Ryan sexually. Ryan had always been attracted to rougher guys. Council estate lads who would shock his middle class Tory parents back home in Essex (if he ever told them he was gay). Crass, tough, and a bit scary. That's what got him hard. But, no matter what Ryan did or said, Jared didn't want to hear it. "I stopped believing in soulmates around the same time that I stopped calling myself a Mormon.". Ryan said. It wasn’t the first time he had said that (or something similar) to Jared but his friend still looked hurt at his words. "I'm going in. You coming?" "No. I don't think so. I'll wait for you over on Canal Street for awhile... in case you change your mind." "I won't." "Just... just be careful. Ok? Be safe. I've heard guys don't always wear condoms in places like this." It was good advice, Ryan decided. He didn't want to get sick. He was on the rowing team for the university and knew his tight body was his best feature. Well... tight body, dark hair, blue eyes... and a butt to die for. He had not yet done anything other than sucking a cock or getting sucked... but he had watched enough porn to know that he was a bottom. Which was, of course, another reason he knew there was no future for him and Jared... what were two bottoms supposed to do together? But no. He had not yet surrendered his ass. Tonight, however, he was determined to change that. Tonight, he would lose his virginity. "I’ll be safe. And thanks." He gave Jared a friendly hug, walked down the steps, and into the building. Jared waited where he stood for a couple minutes, ignoring the leering look some drunk gave him, before turning around and walking back to Canal Street and the bars. Inside, Ryan paid his admission and passed through a turnstile. He wasn’t sure what to expect... but the somewhat generic locker room wasn’t it. Still, he guessed it made sense. He knew guys walked around with nothing on but a towel ... so they needed to secure their clothes somewhere. He was pleased when he saw a couple other guys checking him out as he got undressed. They weren't his type ... but it made him hopeful he wouldn’t just be ignored. He wrapped the towel he had been given around his waist and set off to explore. Despite his bravado with Jared, and his sincere desire to have "real sex", he was nervous. How would he know a guy was interested? How would they know he wanted to get fucked? Should he tell them he was a virgin? He started with a walkthrough of the bathhouse to see what it was like... and to give himself time to calm down. There was a jacuzzi and a steam room, then showers, then a TV room. Steps led down to a short tunnel and then back up to several areas with different types of booths. Then another tunnel that led back over to the entrance from the locker room. Then, as he was turning a corner, he ran face first into a man coming in from the lockers. The man smelled like he had been working hard all day and hadn’t showered before coming to the sauna. Not dirty, just a little sweaty. He was about Ryan's age — maybe a year or two older. About 6 feet tall and lean. He had close cropped ginger hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken sometime. There was a tattoo on his hip but the towel covered almost all it it so it wasn’t clear what it was. Not a “pretty boy”... but incredibly sexy in Ryan's eyes. Ryan's dick was hard instantly. "Oi! Watch where you going, boy." "I'm so sorry. My fault. I wasn’t looking where i was going.". Ryan stammered. Two other men stepped out of the locker room, glancing at Ryan before turning to the man he had run into. "What's all this noise, you ginger cunt?" It was more banter than an actual insult. The man who spoke had 'dirty blond' hair and blue eyes. Unlike every other man Ryan had seen so far, he was wearing a pair of shiny black trackies instead of a towel and expensive looking trainers on his feet. His upper body, however, was bare. He wasn’t fat, not even remotely, but he had just a hint of a belly. Still muscled though. Just the kind of muscles you get from hard work not working out. The ginger man sneered at his two friends. "This little bitch ran into me. I think he wanted to see what a real man feels like." Ryan blushed and tried to stammer out another apology. "I think you're onto something there Scotty. Look how hard his little dick is." Ryan didn’t think his dick was "little" (it was about 5 1/2 inches) but he was hard as a rock. "Yeah. What fag boi wouldn’t be hard at the thought of this?" Scotty groped himself through the towel. Fuck! He was hung. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off what looked to be eight inches... and not yet fully hard. He just stood and stared. "You know what we have here lads?" The third man spoke for the first time. He was a bit shorter than the other two, maybe 5’ 10”, but was the most muscular of them. His hair was dark like Ryan's but his eyes were brown. "I think you've found a virgin." The ginger smiled and seemed, suddenly, to be friendly. He put his arm around Ryan's shoulder.. Ryan couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a deep breath of the man's musk and sweat. He smelled soooo good. "Is that true, boi? Are you hiding a cherry under that towel?" "Well... kinda. I mean I've sucked a guy off before." "Thats just foreplay." The guy in the trackies laughed. "If you've never had a dick in your ass, you're a virgin." Unsure what to say, Ryan just nodded. "That's shameful!". The ginger man said with mock seriousness. "I can't believe some guy hasn't claimed that prize yet. A fine piece of ass like you.” He turned to his friends and winked. “I think we should help him out lads." The other two nodded and agreed. Not even trying to hide their smiles. "You want that, boi? You want me to fix that ‘cherry problem’ of yours?" Ryan looked at the three studs who now had circled him. Like sharks. Hungry sharks. Hungry — and very sexy — sharks. He took another whiff of the ginger man’s musk... he smelled like walking sex. A wet dream come true. "Please...?" was the only word he could form. "Good boi.". The third man, the muscular one with dark hair, smiled. "I'm Troy. This... " he gestured vaguely at the guy in track pants. "... is Connor. And you probably figured out that this ginger fucker’s name is Scotty." "I'm ... I'm Ryan." He couldn’t believe his luck at meeting up with these three chavs. Or scallies as they called them here in Manchester. "Where you from, Ryan?". Connor asked as the three lads led him deep into the sauna... back to one of the areas with booths he had walked by earlier. "Essex." "Oh. We've got a posh boi here lads. Best be on good behaviour." "No. No. Really... just be yourselves. I ... um... I like it." "Just yanking your chain, boi. Relax. You here at Uni then?" Ryan nodded, delighted as they seemed to ease him into their little group. "I never had much use for school myself.” Connor said. “Too many bullshit rules.” "Enough chatter.” Scotty interrupted. “The only thing Ryan here needs to worry about right now is my popping his cherry and setting him free." Ryan blushed but his cock strained even harder under his towel. Troy opened a booth door and gestured for Ryan to enter. The booth was filled wall to wall with a large mattress (if that was the right word.... more of a big cushion or pad) which was elevated enough that they had to climb in. It was large but still a little cramped when the four of them were all in and the door closed. It hadn’t occurred to Ryan until that moment that there would be witnesses to his deflowering. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought but didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of these guys and ruin his chance. Troy surprised him by pulling him in for a kiss. His mouth tasted of cigarettes and beer. Ryan wasn’t crazy about smoking ... but was too turned on to care. Troy lay down to the mattress, pulling Ryan down on top of him... which served to raise his ass up a bit. Scotty pulled the university student's towel off. The ginger man leaned over on top of Ryan so he could whisper in his ear. "You've got a lovely arse here, Ry. I'm gonna love WRECKING it." Ryan looked up nervously. "Ignore him. He just likes messing with you." Connor assured him. "But... well... he IS big. Especially for your first time. I do have something that can help though..." He pulled out a small brown bottle from a pocket on his trackies. "I don’t think I want to do any drugs..." "Oh its not like that. Just poppers. They just help you relax." "I'm not sure..." "Connor is right.". Troy said beneath him. "They really will help. Just give them a quick try. If you don't like them, no harm done... right?" Ryan nodded reluctantly. He reached for the bottle but Connor shook his head. "You’d better let me hold them. The last thing you want to do is spill them down your nose. Here, just take a big sniff..." A moment later and Ryan felt warm. Like he was blushing. And then just a little woozy. But he barely noticed as Scotty buried his face in his crack and started licking his hole. "Oh. My. Fuck!". Ryan moaned. The bottle was back under his nose. "Sniff." Connor said. Ryan didn't argue. ---- Jared looked out the window of the bar. He didn't really expect Ryan to give up or come to his senses so quickly, but he hoped he would. They were perfect for each other. It was so obvious to him. He couldn't understand why Ryan didn't see it. He hoped that, by letting Ryan "sow his wild oats", he would get this nonsense out of his system and be ready to settle down as boyfriends. He took another sip of his diet cola and decided to give Ryan a bit longer to come find him. ---- Ryan was in heaven. Scotty’s tongue, and the occasional finger, was still buried in his ass and Troy’s lips were still locked with his. The poppers had left him so horny he could scream. Connor lifted his head up. “I’m feeling left out, Essex boy. Why don’t you use your mouth on this?” He pulled his trackies down with one hand, just far enough to free his dick, and with the other hand pulled Ryan’s face into his crotch. Ryan opened his mouth and swallowed the cock. It wasn’t quite as long or thick as Scotty’s but it was still the biggest he had ever had in his mouth. He couldn’t help but gag a bit. Troy had the poppers now and placed them next to his nose. “Sniff, Ryan.” Ryan obeyed. Scotty had gotten a bit more aggressive with his fingers now... but the poppers helped him handle that as well. Troy had told him that Scotty needed to stretch his hole so he could enjoy his first fuck more. Ryan just wished the ginger was more careful with his fingernails... he was feeling a bit scraped up. Then... the tongue and fingers were withdrawn. “You ready? You ready for me to pop that cherry and make you the slut you were born to be?” Ryan pulled his mouth off of Connor’s cock but Troy held him tightly enough from below that he couldn’t really turn around to look at Scotty. “Fuck me!” “Bossy little bitch, aren’t ya.” Scotty sneered. He started running his cock up and down along Ryan’s ass. “Um. You’re going to use a condom, right?” Ryan pointed to the container on the wall that held condoms and lube. “Of course, boy. The lads and I always play safe.” Ryan couldn’t tell if Scotty was being sarcastic or if that was just the way he always talked. “You shouldn’t use those condoms though.” Troy told him. “There are guys who will tamper with them. We always bring our own...so we know what condition they are in.” “Oh cool. Thank you guys.” Ryan still couldn’t turn around but he could hear the condom being opened and rolled on Scotty’s cock. “Here. Give me your hand.” Scotty ordered. Ryan reached his hand back and Scotty placed his fingers around the big — no, massive — cock that was about to penetrate him. He could feel the johnny firmly in place. He felt some cold gel applied to his hole and pushed in with a couple fingers. There was a slight tingling sensation. “Lube with a numbing effect.” Scotty told him. “Will make your first time easier.” Ryan smiled nervously. “I’m really glad my first time is with you. You making this so perfect. Thank you.” “No worries.” Connor replied. “Maybe a boy like you knows, deep down, that he needs what we have to give him.” Ryan didn’t understand but didn’t have time to think about it as he felt the invader pressing against his hole. Scotty slapped his ass. “Don’t tighten up.” “Just relax and push down on his cock.” Troy said below him. “Better fill his mouth with that dick of yours, Connor.” Scott ordered. “I think he’s going to be a loud one.” Ryan didn’t resist as Connor’s cock filled his mouth again. And he tried to push back as Troy had suggested. But it hurt. Oh fuck! It hurt. Troy held the poppers under his nose again. He sniffed deep. Scotty slapped his ass again. Harder. Much harder. Startling him. But, apparently, it was enough to make his hole spasm open... as he found Scotty had managed to push the thick head of his uncut cock in. It felt like someone had shoved a cricket bat up his ass. He tried to cry out... but with Connor’s dick in his mouth it just sounded like moans. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Scotty grunted. “Your cherry will always be mine.” “You’re doing good.” Troy assured him. “Now push back and let him get more inside.” Ryan’s eyes were watering with the pain but he did as instructed. He had done it. He had a cock in his ass. And now, despite the pain, he wanted more. Scotty was not patient but it still took several minutes before that big cock bottomed out inside him. Before he finally felt Scotty’s heavy balls slapping his ass. Scotty slowly pulled back until just the head was inside. Then back again balls deep. Out. And in. After a few minutes of this action, Scotty pulled all the way out. Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands behind him, doing something. He had a moment of panic... was Scotty taking the condom off? He reached back but could still feel the condom there. “Don’t worry, slut. The condom was just sliding a bit... so I’m pulling it on me tighter. “ And then the cock was back in. Thrusting in. And sliding out. A few minutes later and Scotty pulled out again. He rubbed some more lube in Ryan’s hole. Connor leaned over Ryan, looking at his friend’s cock with a smile. “You’d better pull the condom REALLY tight. Make sure it stays on.” Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands stretching the condom tight behind him. After a moment Scotty groaned slightly. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.” Connor said with a smile. As the cock went in, Ryan decided the extra lube was really helping. This felt amazing. Better than it had just a moment or two earlier. Still, he reached back, trying to be subtle. The cock was deep in his hole but he could still feel the base of the condom so he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m starting to think you don’t trust me, boi.” “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.” “Shhh.” Connor said. “Just get that mouth back on my cock.” Ryan did but couldn’t really focus on it. Connor, however, seemed content to just let it sit there for now. Scotty’s thrusts were getting stronger. More erratic. The cock seeming to swell up even more inside him. Every man knows what that means. Instinctively, Ryan started pushing back harder. Into the fuck. And was rewarded. “Yeah. You’re pushing me over the edge! Here it cums, you slut.” Scotty kept thrusting as he came before finally collapsing on Ryan’s back. His breath escaping in ragged bursts. After a few moments he pulled himself out of the hole and sat up. Connor withdrew his cock from Ryan’s mouth and Troy released his hold, allowing the student to sit up slightly and look around. Scotty had already wrapped his towel around his waist and was throwing the used condom in a small trash can in the corner. Ryan could just see the tip of the tattoo under the towel and again wondered what it was. Scotty smirked. “Looks like I may have used too much lube. It’s dripping out of you.” Connor moved behind him. “Yeah, man. That is a lot of ‘lube’. It would be a shame to let that go to waste.” He started rubbing his cock against Ryan’s hole. It took the student a moment to realise what Connor wanted. “Um. I don’t know. I’m a little sore.” “Oh come on.” Troy frowned. “We’ve helped you lose your cherry. Surely you wouldn’t hold out on us, would you? Besides, neither of our cocks is as big as what you’ve already taken. You’ll be fine.” “You both want to fuck me?” “Well not at the same time. I don’t think you’re ready for that. Yet.” Troy winked up at him. Ryan had to admit the cock rubbing against his hole was feeling good. “You have more condoms, right?” “Oh, yeah. Lots more. Just like the last one.” “Let’s do it.” Ryan thought Connor’s grunt as he slipped into his no-longer-virgin ass was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. Connor’s style was so different than Scotty’s had been. Where Scotty had thrust deliberately in and out, Connor’s were more like a rabbit fuck. Short but very fast thrusts. He didn’t want to insult the guys again, so he didn’t let himself reach around to feel for the condom. He had heard Connor opening it and say he had put it on. Why would he lie? Meanwhile, Troy kept kissing him, rubbing his nipples and dick, and giving him the poppers. Scotty was sitting in the corner watching them all while playing with his now soft cock. Connor reached the point of no return much quicker than Scotty had. “Fuck yeah. You little slut. Your fucking tight hole is going make me shoot.” Ryan realised he liked when they talked dirty to him. It was like he was in one of the pornos he watched online. “Yeah. Do it. Fuck me like a slut.” “Damn. That was so fucking hot to watch.” Scotty said a couple minutes later as Connor pulled out of Ryan. “Yeah, you dirty fucker.” Connor bantered with the redhead. “I know you get off on watching me fuck. You just wish it was your ass I was pegging.” “In your dreams.” Scotty sneered. “Looks like I used too much lube as well. Look at it flowing out of him now.” It was strange, Ryan couldn’t remember Connor adding more lube. He didn’t worry too much about it though. It was Troy’s turn. Troy’s style was completely different from the other two fucks. If Ryan had to describe it, he would say it was gentle. Almost romantic. It took Troy much longer to cum that the first two but he did eventually collapse on Ryan’s back after his cock spasmed deep inside him. “Damn.” He said as he pulled out. “It looks like we all used a little much ‘lube’. Your hole is a mess. Looks like you might have bled a little as well.” Ryan sat up and felt his ass. “Really?” “Don’t worry, it sometimes happens. Especially your first time. It will heal up in a day or two. Nothing to worry about.” Ryan nodded. His ass really was a mess. Whatever lube they had used was running out of his (now far less tight) hole and down his ballsack. “That was fun, slut.” Scotty said. “Welcome to the club.” “The club?” “Yeah. The former virgin club I mean.” Scotty sneered at him. It was a bit scary. But very sexy. “I doubt this will be the last time you get fucked. Will it?” “No. I liked it. I really liked it.” “Fuck yeah you did.” Connor added, pulling his trackies up. “You’ve worn the three of us out.” He opened the door. There were a few men outside listening to the action who looked in the opening door. Their hungry looks made Ryan blush. “Hope to catch you soon for a repeat.” Troy smiled. “We need to make sure that hole is well and truly broken in.” After they left, Ryan pulled the door closed but there was no latch. He should go, he told himself. If he knew Jared, he was still in a bar waiting for him. But he was so drained. He needed to rest for a few minutes first. He flipped the light switch off, laid down on his belly (his butthole was pretty sore now), and closed his eyes. Just for a minute he told himself... right before he fell asleep. He woke with a start as he felt someone move on top of him. “What the fu...” “Shhh, boy.” A stranger’s voice said to him. “I saw you in here with your juicy ass in the air and I could see what you want.” A hard cock pressed against his hole. He was so sore... but it felt so good. He pushed back and let it enter him. The stranger didn’t feel very fit or toned but, in the darkness, Ryan could ignore that. The stranger used him hard. Both of them grunting in exertion, thrusting together. Until the stranger came and pulled out. “Thanks.” Was all the stranger said as he got off Ryan and climbed out of the booth. In the light from the corridor, Ryan had saw him for the first time. The stranger looked to be about 60 with a flabby belly and a saggy ass. That was the moment he realised that had never seen the stranger put on, or take off, a condom. Had the old man just fucked him bare? Ryan was ashamed. He felt... dirty. Truly slutty. And not in a good way. He hurried out of the booth himself. He didn’t even stop to shower on the way to the lockers. Five minutes later he was out the door and back on the street. He didn’t think he could face Jared right now. He headed home telling himself he would talk to his friend tomorrow. He hurried into his apartment and to the toilet. Trying to push out anything inside him. But he didn’t see anything but more lube like Scotty, Connor, and Troy left behind. He breathed a sigh of relief. His phone rang. Jared. Not tonight he decided. He would talk to Jared tomorrow. He turned his phone off and took a shower. —— It was past closing time. Jared shivered in the cold night air outside the bars as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. He never should have let Ryan go into that place. He had been gone for hours and now wasn’t answering his phone. There was only one thing to do. He would have to go in and find his friend and get him out of there. NEXT: Jared and the jock

I have been a trucker for quite a while, often making the run from Montréal to Chicago. My favourite place to stop in Gary, Indiana. There is a chain truck stop there that is right across from a small porn shop with private booths. I go there to watch a porn. Frequently I'll get down on my knees and suck a dick. I sometimes call my wife and family after while in my sleeper, I can feel and taste the semen from the guy I sucked in my mouth as I converse with my family. It seems so nasty to have it in my mouth as I talk to them. Last month was a turning point of sorts. I was walking out of the place back to the truck stop when I was stopped by another guy who was also leaving. He was a few steps behind me and asked “Got a light?” Pausing, I passed him my lighter. “I have seen you here before” he commented, unsure how to respond. He did, however, know how to keep me on the hook as he remarked "Whatever you are looking for, I would love to help you find it.” I stammered “I can't let the others see me talking to you here. Watch where I go and later come to my truck. The driver's door will be unlocked. Just act as though you are the driver of it. Okay?” He nodded and I turned and walked. I was so nervous. Mixture of emotions churning inside me. This had become more personal and the anonymity was gone. My cock and butt both were tingling at the same time. I didn’t look back as I walked across the street then through the parking lot to my truck. I opened to door and jumped into the cab. I pulled the curtains shut and sat on the bunk. A long long period passed when finally I herd the door latch and then the door opened. His blond head appeared first as he climbed up into the cab. He sat on the seat while I sat glued to the bunk, virtually speechless, even as I recognized the nice tight young body in the cab of my truck with me. “So, do you know why I'm here” he asked as he dropped onto his knees, shuffling across the three foot gap between the seat and the bunk. “I'm here to fuck with a big burly trucker, 'cause I fuckin' love fucking around with married guys.” My cock was like a flag pole. This young guy was a little slut and there I was with him. He popped my cock out and started sucking. He put a hand up and pushed me back so I was laying on the bunk. He was sucking me and then propped one of my legs up on a shelf. I felt his finger probe my asshole. Oh this felt good. I was very close to cumin' when he stopped, got this his feet and returned to the seat. “Do you like that?” he asked. “Oh fuck yeah. It feels great,” I replied. He then pointed to the picture in my cab asking “Is that your family?” I replied it was. He smiled saying it made him hot to see the family the people that trusted me to be faithful when I was out on the road. Then he got to his feet and shoved his erect cock in my face. “So, what do you want more? To be faithful to your family or to fuck around with me?” I grabbed his hips and put my mouth around his mushroom headed dick. I sucked him slowly but eagerly. Fuck he tasted good. I reached between his legs and poked my finger into his butt hole. It felt warm, wet and slimy. I popped his cock out of my mouth and looked up. He looked down at me “Relax, it's cum - from guys who fucked me earlier today. Yeah, I know I'm a slut. You should probably tell me to leave because I want to make you like me.” It was like I was hearing a rattlesnake warning but I became willing to dangle myself in its strike zone. My cock was throbbing as he told me to turn around. I was in a trance of lust as I complied. Turning around and getting on all fours on my bunk. I felt his mouth and tongue on my asshole. He was eating me, tonguing my ass, fingering me deeper and deeper. I felt him rise and he was obviously fumbling with something. Next, the picture of my family was floating down toward the bunk as he obviously threw it in front of me. At the same time, his cock started rubbing at my asshole. "Take a good look at them. You're not going to be able to stop fucking her. You're not going to be a good father if you take me in your hole, and you’ll be worse when you get home 'cause you know what you're going to do to your wife. Right?” My cock grew harder and was throbbing like never before. He knew I was super horned-up. “Tell me what you’ll do to your wife, even 'though you've let me fuck you.” I couldn’t deny what I was thinking any longer. "I’m going to continue fucking her, even though I have been fucked like this.” His cock slipped into my ass. It felt so good. He started pumping me faster and faster. Then my phone rang. He stopped “Answer it. I'll be quiet," he promised. I reached for the phone and answered it on speaker. He continued to fuck me slowly. “Hi, Honey, how are you?” the voice on the other end asked. “I'm great” I replied. I continued conversing as the guy steadily pumped my asshole. I could feel his cock swelling inside me. He bent down and whispered into my ear “If you really love her, hang up and I'll stop. If you tell her you love her I will cum into you - with all the risks of my unprotected slut-cock blowing its load in your hole.” It was like I reached a corner. I realized what I was looking for in the porn shop - a reason to never stop going there. “I love you babe. I miss you, and can't wait to see you,” I said to my wife as his steaming hot cum flowed deep inside of me. He reached down and hit the hang-up up button on my phone. "Tonight is your first night as a slut” he said just as the phone began to ring. I got dressed and went with him back to the porno shop as my phone continued to ring away. That night I didn’t just suck a couple of cocks: I pushed my ass to the hole and took all the fuckers I could. It occurred to me that I was not just delivering a load from Montreal to Chicago. I could be bringing a hot load back from my long hauls ... deep inside me.

Please let me know what you think. I'll continue if the interest is there.... When it comes to sex, some people get lucky where they grew up. I consider myself pretty lucky. I’m not sure at what age I found the deep attraction to older, manly men but when it hit, it hit hard. Sure, I tried women, enjoyed it to be honest, but somewhere deep inside of me was this virulent need to be on my knees with a cock freshly pulled out of my ass, crushing my nose against a hairy groin as a load slides slickly down my throat. At some point in my youth I found it, our local glory hole and would revisit it often through my formative years. The well-liked well-rounded guy who had no problem with meeting women also had a deep seated need to be taken and then broken. This was further cemented by a stint in the Army, finding a new outlet in anal sex, both giving and receiving from the various trans hookers who end up flocking around European military bases. The ones with the biggest cocks always seemed to be my favorite and as time went on I was less of a top and more of a willing bottom. Despite these risky acts though I had never taken a load bare and it wasn’t until I went home on leave that I eventually found not only wanted, but some positive surprises as well. It was fall and approaching winter when I came home to visit my folks. They were proud of their warrior son returning and as they had always been permissive anyway, a night out wasn’t unheard of nor unexpected but that had to wait to see the long stream of family and friends who welcomes me back. Two days home on a month long furlough didn’t seem like much and to be honest, the plane back had my schedule all out of whack anyway. So when I finally went out, it wasn’t to a bar or some local scene, it was to the old tried and true glory hole, readily available with no youth curfew to hold me back. I cruised in at dusk and was kind of disappointed to see it was fairly empty. The sandy lot just on backside of this beach bathroom of lust was a few families packing up to go home from a long day of sun and surf, so I sat on the end of the boardwalk, smoked a few cigarettes and waited for it to darken enough to hide any sin. Bored now and frantic, I must have peaked my head into that old grimy bathroom a hundred times to make the glory hole was there and that the familiar messages and dried stains of someone’s momentary joy were still on the walls around it. They were and impatiently I went back again and again. Finally on the last trip, what I said was to be my last, I heard the deep rumbling of diesel pulling up and parking somewhere in the lot. With little though, I slid into the stall, dropped my drawers and waited. My cock, even without stimulation was already starting to get hard in anticipation and while it wouldn’t win much beyond the average prize in length, it was meaty, thick, and curved enough and starting to thicken. My stall closed and me comfortably bare-assed, I waited and was rewarded by the echoing sounds of footsteps, scratchy with sands in the bare walls of the concrete block bathroom. He, whoever he was at this point, turned into the bathroom and thankfully slid into the right stall. Just in case though, I didn’t immediately wave my finger in the hole, I somewhat shifted my head so if he was really pissing or planning to play. My cramped neck glance at the whole showed, well, nothing. I caught a glimpse of someone fumbling, and I could see his leg covered in denim but nothing more. “Just a pisser,” I thought and moved to return to a more comfortable position but then he turned, displaying a mostly soft but nicely hung cock with a pearl of piss or pre-cum dangling from the tip, wreathed in dark black pubic hair. He was showing me the goods and liking what I saw, I waved my finger in the hole. He was fast enough lining it up and pushing it through that the dab of moisture on his tip brushed my finger tip which I stuck in my mouth without thinking. He was in a hurry and so was I and without much thought I swallowed all I could reach. It was going to be thick and long when I got it fully hard and that pleased me to no end. This anonymous cock in my mouth was delicious, warm and soft with that allure of musk that you can smell as well as taste. If I didn’t miss my mark, he would have gagged me if the wall hadn’t been in the way but all told, he was probably a good 8 inches and thicker than I was. I worshipped the best I could in my cramped quarters like a man deprived of drink, not just of cock. It was wonderful having one in my mouth again and my own cock was waving in the air while I tried physically to push my head through the wall. And then, he pulled his cock out almost as it was completely hard. I was, for a moment, completely irrationally sad and angry, deprived as I was. And then I was stunned as I heard the zipper come up, his belt rattled as he secured it, and then the scrape of his feet on the concrete floor. Had I failed some test? The doors in this place aren’t the best and to be honest, my stall didn’t have a lock. This mystery man clearly knew this because he rounded the small wall and slid my door open. My shock went up further as I rejected the thought of seeing him. This wasn’t how it was done, this wasn’t what happened, the anonymity gone in a flash as this man looked at me and said, “Come on boy, let’s go to my truck.” I guess when he spoke I finally got a good look at him. He was 40, in good shape, with dark brown hair and a body that seemed fairly average but with the ripcord arms of someone who was used to manual labor. He was good looking but damnit, this just totally fucked with my night. I guess he saw my shock and he gave me a grin, “You know you want to suck it, now come on boy.” And then he turned to leave. Without knowing why at that point, though years later I do know why, I followed him out across the parking lot, climbed into the truck on the passenger side and unwittingly interviewed for a part I was to play pretty seriously for the next month I was home.

Just took 3 loads in a public toilet.

New breeder in my life. We've been on each other's radar for a good while but never managed a meet. He works weird hours and he travels alot. He is handsome and cute. Turns out he was in the year above me in school and grew up right next to me too!! Anyway he fucked me sore for hours until actually painful towards the end but he gave me two loads. Fun and uninhibited. He had a nice ass to rim as well.

When I was a boy, wandering through a sex club, a stud waved me into his booth. He indicated his interest in my oral services by pushing my head down. I knelt immediately. After about 15 seconds of sucking with no reaction from him, he suddenly gripped my head in both hands and started ejaculating into my mouth. He remained silent and impassive while he held my head immobile and made sure I swallowed all of his seed. Then, he let go and walked away. It wasn't that I was such an expert at fellatio or that he was a premature ejaculator. He had already been inside a lot of guys that afternoon and was on the edge when he entered me. He didn't need my mouth for stimulation. He just wanted to put his load in me, and he made sure that I didn't know it was coming and couldn't refuse it. His use of force and deception to inseminate me enthralls me to this day. I am grateful for the compliment he paid me by choosing me when he needed to breed. He is a god to me.

Just been fucked raw by my fav Poz top at Steamworks in Toronto. He leaves my room. Still horny I check my phone. Two messages. One from my bf at home. Will I be home soon? He is hungry for dinner and horny to fuck me. One message from a top who is here at Steamworks who saw my ad on bbrt. He says he is wandering the halls and if I am interested he to look for him. He decribes himself. Mid 40s, 5’9”, 180, wearing a red jockstrap, socks and Doc Martin boots. He is a top. My ad describes myself as an older Poz bottom, 66, looking for a younger top for raw action. He is a little older than I am usually attracted to but decide to keep my eyes open for him. I leave my room, get a bottle of water and am walking around. Near one of the dark rooms I see him coming out. We recognize each other. He approaches, grabs my nipples, and kisses me deep and long. We continue to make out and grope each other in the hallway. He is rock hard stays that way. He invites me back to his room. My towel drops as we get into his room and we continue to kiss. He gets on the bed and I join him. He is a great kisser but I am intrigued by his hard package. I go down and find a nice thick 8 “ cock and a large set of balls....all tied up with a cock ring. I suck his cock and lick his balls for 10 minutes then move back up to his nipples and arm pits. We kiss some more. We never speak. I run my hands over his smooth body. Down his legs, rub his Doc’s. And then suck him some more. He never removes his jockstrap, just moves it to one side. We repeat this 3 or 4 times....kissing , until he pushes my head down to his always rock hard cock. Repeat the scene again. He is a great kisser, has a cock I want in my ass but he appears content to be sucked. I notice 4 or 5 condoms on the table....hmm....I whisper in his ear .....fuck me.....we kiss some more and I suck some more....then he stands up....so do I ....I continue to kiss him. He turns me around. Pushes me down to my knees on the bed, he lubes my ass.....things are looking good. He rips open a condom, slides it on his still rock hard 8” and begins to push it into my ass....I wish now I had brought the poppers.....he fucks me for 10 minutes. We take a break....we kiss and hug...he pushes me down to suck him again. I rip off the condom and take his cock deep down my throat. We continue the kissing and sucking for another 20minutes....it is great. He is a great kisser, has a great hard body , great nipples to suck on and a great cock. I whisper again I want to be fucked....but ad the word raw. We stand. He pushes me to my knees on the bed. I watch him in the mirror...more lube but no condom. He slides in and fucks me raw for 10 to 15 minutes. Then stops. Pulls out. Want to kiss and have me suck him some more. I am tired and hungry. I thank him and leave. Not sure if he came or not but he was still rock hard. I leave his room .i don’t always get what I want or need, Do I go home and have dinner and sex with my always hot bf, or continue to cruise and look for another raw cock to fuck me? i decide that as I got a load from my favourite top, I will go home, eat, and have a hot session with my bf. Hopefully add his load to the one already in my ass. I pass my fav top sitting outside the dark room looking exhausted. We kiss and talk about meeting again this weekend. I leave knowing I am going home to my lover, with tentative plans to meet my fav top bud again this weekend.?

One of my favourite tops wants to meet up but my bf is home. We agree to meet at Steamworks in Toronto. I text him when I am settled in my room. A few minutes later he knocks on my door. He is as hot as ever. Late 20s, beautiful smile, firm well toned light brown body and a huge cock that has been in my as too many times to remember. I go down on his cock and it rapidly hardens in my mouth. I find the lube and poppers, get on my hands and knees on the bed, and watch in the mirrors as he lubes his now hard 9”. He fingers my ass to get it ready then positions the tip of his thick cock at the entrance to my ass. I take a hit of poppers and he gently gets the head of his cock in my ass. He waits as he always does while my ass gets accustomed to his man meat then slowly slides all the way in until his balls are hitting my ass cheeks. He begins to fuck me slowly. After a few minutes he takes a hit of poppers and speeds up his thrusts. I take the poppers and have a long hit of them. He moans slightly. He seems to get harder and goes deeper. I tell him how I have missed his cock in my ass ....he fucks me faster and makes some guttural sounds that I recognize as a sign that he will be cumming soon. I watch him in the mirrors. He continues to fuck me until he goes as deep as he can then stops balls deep inside me and release his huge Poz load. I collapse on the bed beneath him as we both collect our breath and thoughts. He pulls out. I want to suck him clean to taste his cum and my ass juices but know have sensitive his cock is at this moment. We chat, talk about our boyfriends, jobs, life in general. We agree to meet again at my place or at Steamworks in the next few days. He leaves. Still horny I pick up my phone and check for messages. One from my boyfriend at home....one from a top I have never met but he is here at Steamworks.....hmm?

Great night last night. 21 yr old ripped young hung black man hit me up for a blowjob. He came over and i sucked his load out. big bent cock. wicked curve. beautiful though. perfect body. Then a regular came over. he too is a hung black man - 28. he's my favorite. He fucked me deep and hard and blew his load in my ass from behind. then we fucked for an hour with his cum as lube. i sucked out the second beautiful load. delicious tasting cum. can't wait to see him again. He loves fucking me.

Hey guys. I think I'm focusing on developing new stories. Not every story needs to be a multi-chapter event. It's also hard to pick up a story months or even years later. There would inevitably be a disconnect in the narrative. Thanks for understanding.

Blame her after another night of blueballing and desparate the next morning I am messaging any and all tops online. Responding even to ones listed as poz or undetecable. Finally, one top close by is ready and willing and he is undetectable. Blame her that all it took was 1 message that he was available and had topped other closeted married guys. Blame her that he was using my throat like an ass, getting his hard poz shaft deep down and moaning. Blame her that he was so hard and thick and wanted my neg ass. Blame her that I slowly pushed myself down on him without hesitation. Blame her that he notices that I am responding to his thrusts with a hole flexing and milking him. Blame her that he grabbed my hips and made me his neg bitch. Praise her that when he started grunting and orgasming his poz cum I pushed down hard getting all his undetectable seed deep in me.

Sorry my dudes! Since I last posted I’ve moved to a new state and have started graduate school. I don’t have much time to do anything other than school work. But I’ll try to get back to The Intern as soon as I can. But rest assured, I have some things in mind. ?

Part 3 My last night in Berlin was the best! I went to Scheune which is becoming a new favorite of mine. After buying a beer and checking my coat, I headed downstairs to the play area. I knew I wanted to be an exhibitionist and get as many loads as possible, so I headed over to the sling area. Next to the sling, there was a wall with a grid of metal over it. I started to undress taking off my jeans while holding onto the metal. There was a heavyset German guy who was watching me while rubbing the bulge in his pants. From the look he was giving me I knew he wanted some ass and to unload. He had that look of hunger. I turned to make sure that he would have a clear view of my ass and my jockstrap while I stripped off the remainder of my clothes. He moved closer to me so I pulled out his dick and was stroking the stubby thickness of it. He put a hand on my ass and started rubbing and squeezing it while fingering my hole. I leaned forward. In the meantime a few other guys have been attracted to the action and were standing behind him in a semi circle. Between the crowd and my available ass, this guy didn’t need any more prompting. He bent me over and thrust his dick dick inside of me. It felt so good to know that I was being used in front of this crowd of men. He shoved and grunted with an urgency to unload. It didn’t take him long but once he was done immediately a member of the audience jumped on my ass and took his place. For the next half hour all of the 6-8 guys in the semi circle took their turns in my hole. Each one unloaded in me till they were all spent and I was left standing while cum dripped down my leg out of my hole. I felt like such a well used cumdump. It was incredibly satisfying and I was grateful for all of their loads.

I was at Burning Man 2018 in the download camp at 7:15 & F. A dark military style tent filled with hot musky men. I was sucking all the cock that came near me. Eager to suck a thick one I got up off my knees and bent over and took a 9” uncut shaft down my throat. It was glorious. There I was bent over naked in a dark tent with about 20 guys with a hot hard uncut cock in my throat. Then, without warning a hand came and lubed up my hole. Without even thinking about it I raised my ass and allowed the anonymous cock to penetrate me. Cock in my throat and an unseen mysterious cock in my ass. Pumping hard. Thrusting me so that both cocks are deep in my guts. After about 6-7 minutes he began to grunt. The thrusting and grunting in time with his thick member deep in my guts. Then... heat filled my bowels. He groaned and thrust in deep. A few little pumps and slowly pulled out. His hot seed running down my taint and the inside of my leg into my boot. I grunted with the other cock in my mouth. I didn’t even stop. He walked away. I never even saw his shadowy profile but his DNA is deep inside me. I took eight loads that night. I walked back to my tent at sunrise with a hole, and boot, filled with Burner cum!

Part 4 It was the mid nineties and I had recently turned 30. I was enjoying life - I had a nice place to live, a job I enjoyed and I had built up a circle of good friends. I was, however, also feeling a bit bored. I was tired of always doing the right thing and was feeling a bit rebellious. None of my friends knew that I had recently started fucking without a condom and that I was really getting off on the risk. I loved fucking without a condom and was doing it more and more. I was more cautious about being fucked bare, but I had recently let a black lad fuck me bareback in a public toilet and cum in my arse. I was a bit more careful for a while after that but I had enjoyed it too much and I knew it wouldn't be long before I let someone else cum in me. One evening in the early summer I was out with a friend in a pizza restaurant in central London when I saw someone I knew at a table across the way. Gary had been at school with my older brother and had always been a bit of a bad boy. He had been in trouble a few times and had something of a reputation. My strict family didn't approve of my brother being friends with him but my brother always stood up for him. Shortly after he had left school, Gary's girlfriend had got pregnant and they had got married and moved away. I recognised Gary straight away - though I had not seen him for quite a few years. He was with his wife and two children and from their conversation I learned that they were spending a week on holiday in London. Gary didn't recognise me - and of course there was no reason why he should. I remembered him, however, not least because I had always fancied him. He was stocky, blond with a fit arse and what always looked like a sizeable package in the front of his trousers. The next day I was back in central London. It was late afternoon and I was feeling horny so I decided to check out the toilets at Marble Arch which at that time were usually pretty active. I had enjoyed a number of horny experiences in there and this particular afternoon I hooked up with someone almost as soon as I got there. I ended up in a cubicle sucking the guy's cock and after a while he asked if he could fuck me. I bent over the toilet and he lubed up my arse and then rolled on a condom and began to fuck me. He fucked me quite well and as he fucked me I saw the shadow of someone looking over from the next cubicle. The way these toilets were laid out it was possible to stand up on the toilet and look over to watch the action in the next cubicle. I liked being watched but as I looked up this time I realised the guy watching over the wall was Gary. The fact that Gary was watching me getting fucked up the arse in a public toilet really turned me on. The guy fucking me was close now and it was not too long before he filled the condom in my arse and pulled out. When he left I looked up and motioned to Gary to come and join me. I didn't really think that he would but his head disappeared immediately and seconds later he was in the cubicle with me. I sat down on the toilet as Gary unzipped his jeans. I had always thought Gary had a big cock and when he pulled it out I was not disappointed. His cock was long and thick and I wasted no time in taking it into my mouth. He closed his eyes and sighed as I sucked him and after a while I sensed he was getting close. I wasn't sure how far Gary would want to go but I decided there was only one way to find out. I stood up and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He nodded and I turned round and bent over the toilet, more turned on than I had been in a long time. I was still lubed up from the previous guy and I knew instinctively that Gary was going to fuck me without a condom. Sure enough I felt the head of his bare cock pushing into my arse. I reached round and pulled my cheeks apart and soon he was right up me. He gave me a moment to get used to his cock and then he began to fuck me. He was a brilliant fuck - he started off slowly and then built up and soon he was fucking me hard up the arse. He took hold of my hips and began to fuck me really hard and after about ten or twelve more thrusts he pushed his big cock right up me and held it there and I knew he was cumming deep in my arse. I had never imagined for a moment when I saw Gary the night before with his wife and kids that less than 24 hours later I would be bent over a toilet taking his bare cock up my arse and I shot a massive load as he pumped his cum into me. He pulled out of me and mopped his brow with his T shirt. He grinned at me and then pulled up his pants and trousers and left the cubicle. I was really turned on by the whole situation - especially as he had no idea that I knew who he was. I had let another guy fuck me bareback and cum in my arse and enjoyed every minute of it. I knew I would only be a matter of time before I did it again. I also knew that there might be consequences from the choices I was starting to make but as I walked along Bayswater Road in the sunshine somehow I didn't care. I had a nice squelchy feeling in my arse and as I walked along I pushed and let some of Gary's cum slide out into my underpants. Over the summer I started fucking more regularly without using condoms - if the guy I was with didn't mention condoms I was happy to fuck without them. One afternoon I was in Glasgow visiting family and I decided to visit a park in the north of the city that I frequented in my student days. At that time the park had a very active public toilet and a very dense area of bushes and trees where a lot of cruising went on during the day. I was not surprised to find the toilet closed but I decided to check out the wooded area at the top of the park. As I walked up the hill a young blond lad passed me on a bike. He was wearing a sports top and shorts and looked no more than eighteen or nineteen. When I got to the cruising area I didn't see anyone at first and then I saw the young blond lad. We cruised each other and soon he was down sucking my cock. I sucked him for a while and then turned him round and licked his arse. After a while I stood up and rubbed the head of my cock over his arsehole. He didn't resist and I lubed him up and pulled his cheeks apart. Until recently I would have used a condom but I had no intention of using one this time and I pushed my cock right up him and began to fuck. I knew we were taking a risk fucking in the park in the middle of the afternoon so I fucked him quickly up against a tree and shot my load right up his unprotected arse. When I pulled out he bent down to pull up his pants and some cum slid out of his hole. I was now starting to initiate unprotected sex and I was surprised at how many guys were up for it, despite the safe sex message being so dominant. Of course some guys didn't want to and just said so but I was often surprised at some of the guys who said yes. Around this time I had a threesome with a couple I met in a bar in north London. I liked them both - John was tall and thin and Mark was a few years younger, a bit chunkier and had an amazingly fit arse. I went home with them and they both fucked me - they had made it clear they always used condoms and I knew there would be no point in asking if they wanted to do it bare. I enjoyed the experience - the best bit for me was getting to lick Mark's fit arse when he squatted over my face as I was on my back being fucked by his boyfriend- but I was starting to get bored with protected sex and found I was beginning to enjoy it less. A couple of weeks later I ran into Mark in town one Saturday afternoon. He was on his own as John was at work. We went for a drink and then I asked him if he wanted to come back to my flat. He was up for it and soon we were back at my flat. I found Mark really attractive and was really turned on as we kissed, sucked and rimmed each other. Mark wanted to fuck me again and asked me if I had a condom. I said yes but he could fuck me without a condom if he wanted and his eyes lit up. "Fuck yeah!" he said. I lubed myself up and Mark pushed his cock up me and began to fuck me. I enjoyed him fucking me when we had the threesome but this time both he and I were much more into it. He was quite vocal this time, telling me how good it felt fucking my arse and how he was going to shoot his load right up me. I told him to go for it and he began to fuck me harder, After a while he groaned and told me was cumming in my arse and I actually felt his load pumping in to me. "That was fucking ace!" he said as he pulled out and flopped down on the bed beside me. I took hold of my cock and began to wank but stopped me and told me to wait. We laid together for a while and then he leaned forward and kissed me. Soon he was down sucking my cock and just as I was thinking it doesn't get any better than this he asked if I wanted to fuck him. He knelt up on the bed and I pushed my tongue up his fit arse. His arse was quite smooth but he had a lovely tight hairy arse hole. I could hardly believe I was going to get the chance to fuck Mark without a condom but he took my bare cock up his arse happily and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him and shooting my load right up him. Mark and I met up a few more times for some horny unprotected sex with his boyfriend none the wiser. I had my next experience with a guy I thought was totally straight shortly after that. I was in Germany staying with some straight friends and when I got there one of my friends said her cousin had asked to stay for a few days at short notice. She had explained that I was in the spare room but he was quite happy to sleep on a mattress on the floor of the study. Tomas arrived the second night I was there. He was from what had formerly been East Germany worked in a large factory in the north East of the country. At this time the wall had only been down for about six years and everything was changing - and there was a lot of uncertainty. I liked Tomas a lot - he was friendly and had a great sense of humour and we got on very well. He was dark haired, quite small and very muscly and - I thought - very straight. He was married with two young sons and he proudly showed us pictures of them. Despite this, I did get a bit of a vibe from him but I assumed I was mistaken and didn't think any more of it. The next day I was out and about in town and I got back to my friends' flat in the afternoon. My friends were both at work and Tomas arrived back shortly after I did. He made us some tea and we chatted for a while. His English was very good and he was really easy to talk to. He was asking me about my life and I was getting a feeling again that he was interested in me but I told myself that I must be misreading the situation. I had been in town all morning and decided to go for a shower. When I came out of the shower, Tomas had made me another drink and he brought it to me in my room. I was only wearing a towel and I knew that I was not mistaken - he was definitely checking me out. I was getting a bit of a semi now and when he said he should go and let me get dressed I said he could stay if he liked...... I dropped my towel and stood in front of him. He looked at me and I nodded. He reached out and touched my cock and soon I was fully hard and he lent forward and took my cock in his mouth. He sucked me really well and I could easily have let him suck me until I unloaded in his mouth but Tomas had other ideas. He stood up and kissed me and then he whispered "Will you fuck me?" Of course I said yes and without another word he turned round, pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over. I was a taken a little by surprise by the directness of this but he had a really fit, chunky arse and I couldn't wait to fuck him. I had some condoms and lube in the side pocket of my bag and I unzipped it and took out the lube. I left the condoms where they were. I pushed my cock against his hole and it slid up him surprisingly easily. He gave a satisfied little grunt and said "Fuck me." I enjoyed every minute of the fuck. Tomas moaned softly as I began to fuck him a bit harder and he reached round and pulled me tight against him as I began to really fuck him. Soon I was getting close and I told him I was going to cum. He moaned "Oh yes....yes....please". I hadn't cum for quite few days and I knew I was going to shoot a big load up him. He hadn't mentioned condoms and seemed quite happy to take my load up his unprotected arse. When I pulled out he turned round and kissed me again. "Thank you," he said, We all went out for a meal that night and I didn't get much chance to talk to Tomas on his own. When we got back to the flat it was quite late and my friends said they were going off to bed. Tomas said he felt like getting some air and asked me if I wanted to come for a walk with him. I thought this might be a bit obvious, but nobody seemed to think anything about it and soon Tomas and I were out in the cool night air. We chatted as we walked and he told me a little about his life. He told me it had been very difficult growing up in East Germany and being attracted to men. He said he loved his wife and his children and his life, but sometimes he needed to do it with a man. He asked if I could understand that and I said yes of course. He told me how much he had enjoyed me fucking him and asked if I had enjoyed it too. I said I fucking loved it and he grinned. Soon we were making our way into a nearby park. The park was deserted and we soon found a quiet spot in a wooded area. I was horny even though I had cum heavily earlier in the day. Tomas sucked my cock for a while and before long his pants were down again and he was leaning against a tree as I fucked him from behind and shot another load into his arse. The next day we fucked again when my friends went to work and then we went out for lunch together and then walked in the park. Tomas told me more about his life growing up in East Germany and told me about the park where men cruised for sex and where he was fucked for the first time. He told me when he was eighteen he had loved a married guy and they had met in secret in the park for a year and then one night the guy didn't show up. Tomas didn't know his surname or where he lived. He had searched for him for two years but never found out what happened to him. He said that was the worst time. He said the best time was a couple of years after he was married he was sent by his employers to work in another factory and was put up in a hostel with other workers from out of town. He was sharing with an older married guy and an eighteen year old apprentice. During the first week the older guy caught Tomas checking him out and made him suck his cock. He must have said something to the eighteen year old because the next night Tomas was presented with two cocks to suck. He said they both used his mouth and his arse for the next three weeks and he loved it. Tomas was due to leave the following day and I asked him if he would stay in touch. He was silent for a while and then said he would like to - but he didn't think it would be a good idea. He had his life to lead and didn't think it would be a good idea to complicate things. He asked if I understood and seemed anxious to reassure me that was the only reason he didn't want to stay in touch so I said yes of course I understand. That night we all had a meal together and as the following day was Saturday they all had a few drinks and then we went to bed. I was just dropping off to sleep when the door to my room opened quietly and Tomas came softly in wearing just a T shirt and pants and climbed into bed with me. He kissed me and then we just laid there with our arms round each other until Tomas started playing with my cock. I really didn't think I could manage another session but soon he had sucked me to full hardness and then he turned round and pulled my cock towards his arse. I pulled his pants down at the back and eased my cock into his arse. I fucked him slowly, kissing his neck and playing with his cock and after a while I shot another load into his arse. I liked Tomas a lot. I never saw him again, but I thought about him often. My next encounter with a straight guy was about a year later when one of my neighbours invited me to a drinks party she was hosting one Sunday afternoon. I enjoyed the party - the food was excellent - but as I didn't really know anyone I decided I probably wouldn't stay long. It was mostly my neighbour's family and colleagues from her work. It was quite pleasant though and I chatted to quite a few people before I decided to make a move. Just then one of the guys in the group I was talking to made a remark about gays which I didn't really like. It wasn't actually that bad and I had certainly heard worse but I decided not to let it pass and when I got the chance to talk to him on his own I told him I was gay and that I didn't really appreciate his remark. He took it really well and said he had not meant anything by the comment at all and was sorry he had offended me. I said no worries and we shook hands. I had learned that his name was Lee and he was my neighbour's brother in law. He was on his own at the party - his wife had not been able to come as one of their children was not very well. I thought he was a typical straight guy - skin head, tattoos and a bit of a beer belly - but not unattractive in a thirty something straight man kind of way. I said I was going now and he said he would come out for a cigarette and we went out together. To my surprise he asked if he could speak to me somewhere quiet. I said yes and suggested he come to my flat which was just two doors away. I wasn't expecting him to actually come in but he followed me up the stairs and into my flat. He apologised again and I said really its fine but then he said "Look, the truth is....I've....err...done it with a few blokes myself." I wasn't sure what to say. "Yeah, I....err....I enjoy it" he continued and then added "Now and then." He looked at me meaningfully and I could see where this was heading now. I looked at him. He was actually not unattractive - he was wearing an England T shirt, trackie bottoms and trainers and I could see what looked like a fair sized cock in his trackies. I decided to help him out and I nodded to the bulge in his trackies "So, do you want me to help you out with that?" He nodded and I moved towards him, pulled his trackies and pants down and took his cock into my mouth. He groaned and began to push his cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled his cock out my mouth. "You do that well," he said "Do you lick arse too?" Turned on by his directness I nodded and he turned round and bent over. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. His hole was a bit funky but I enjoyed licking it and I could tell he was enjoying it too by the way he was pulling his cheeks apart and pushing his arse back on to my tongue. "That's fucking good" he said. "It gets me fucking horny." Then he said "You can do it if you want." I had no idea what he meant - and seeing this he said "You can put it up my arse." I certainly hadn't been expecting that but I wasn't going to turn down the chance to fuck him. I quickly fetched some lube from the bedroom. He was still bent over, his arse in the air when I came back in and I rubbed some lube into his hole and lined up my cock. Then he turned round "Have you got a rubber?" he asked. I said I didn't have any left and he was silent for a moment. Then he shrugged and turned round again, pushing his arse out. I pushed my cock slowly up his arse and he groaned. I stopped for a moment and then pushed right up him and began to fuck. His arse was incredibly tight and I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew my load. I fucked him slowly at first and then began to fuck him harder. As I fucked him I could hear the sound of voices from my neighbour's garden through the open window and I thought how horny it was to be fucking this straight guy up the arse just a few feet away from so many of his family. I was getting close now and I thought he might ask me to pull out but he didn't and soon I was cumming right up his arse. I shot what felt like a massive load into him and when I had finished cumming I pulled out. He pulled up his pants and said "I'd better go" and seconds later he was out of the flat. It was a strange encounter but actually quite horny and I was turned on by the fact that nobody at the party would realise he now had a big load of cum in his arse. Part 5 to follow

Hadn’t had a real good chance to play since I bred the tatted twinkish guy earlier in the week, so I decided to knock off work a bit early and drive over to Crew Club in DC for CumUnion. It’s actually a decent place, IMO, having been once before. I got there right at 9pm and the crowd was decent, but hadn’t picked up just yet. I stripped to my jock and headed for the dark area. Ok - side rant: the dark areas aren’t nearly big enough at most bath houses and sex clubs I’ve visited. I go for cock, manpussy, and cum. I don’t wanna know what they look like, just that their hole is clean (or cummy ??) or cock is hard and inside me. Also, don’t go to the dark room if you’re picky - I get sorting out tops and bottoms, but beyond that, PU-LEEZE! Rant over, now back to our regularly scheduled programming. I get into the dark room and suck a few guys, but no one wants to top me... ok, fine. Then I faintly make out what appears to be a piercing on another cock. I go over to cop a feel and sure enough - metal all over his cock. I suck on it for a bit hoping to convince him to fuck me. I have a 0ga reverse Prince Albert, but have never been fucked by a pierced cock. Alas, it was not to be. Turns out the guy (who was super cute) is mostly a bottom due to a physical issue that prevents him from having an erection. Such a shame for a hot young guy like him. I eventually moved around and a small framed bottom with a well used hole backed up to my hard cock. Oh, well, why not? I proceed to fuck him for several minutes before pulling out and taking a break. I head back to the room and lay down, ass up, light on as dim as it would go without being out. After several minutes, a nice black cock shows up and I suck him hard and then he fucks my hole for a bit. Not ready to cum yet, he pulls out and goes on his way. His cock is replaced by another that turns out to be the bf of the pierces guy. Pierced guy watches his companion fuck me for a while and he eventually came in my ass (at least I think he did - it was nice and wet a little later when I checked). I cruised around a bit longer and then checked Grindr. A nice fat BBC guy hits me up. He agrees to meet me at my hotel room and I check out for night and walk back ton the hotel, meet the guy, and then suck him hard and he fucks a nice load in my hole. Waking up this morning, I hit up a guy I chatted with before I went to sleep. He is still interested. I head out and stop at the apartment building he gives me the address to in the suburbs. I go to what turns out to be an empty apartment and, following his direction, strip down completely. He comes in a few minutes later with me already on my knees. He unzips to reveal a huge THICK BBC ???. I sick him for several minutes, then he bends me over and I hit the Double Scorpio poppers hard and he impalas me with his huge cock, stretching my hole nicely. He fucks me good for several minutes then says he’s about to cum. I beg him to breed my pussy and he blows a huge two-day load in my hole. My pussy was leaking cum as I got dressed. He and I confirm this will NOT be the last time he breeds me. All afternoon and evening, his cum is leaking from my pussy and I keep thinking about how fantastic his cock felt. When I finally get back to my hotel, I squirted a handful of cum from my pussy and use it to jack off and licked my hand and fingers. ??? Cant wait to get some more of thatvery fine cock!

Washington Plaza is perfect. Also Mason and Rook if you want something a bit more high-end.

Always try to suck it out of my ass. No worries if it's dirty.

PART 9 I don’t think even one minute passed before the door began to open. I barely had my shorts up and started to panic to make sure I was covered at the same time I looked at the door. What i saw a guy maybe 40ish around 6 feet. He was a little bolder and didnt wait for me to nod back. He just slid through the crack and shut the door and locked it. In the glow of the gay porn on the screen, I was able to see him better. Yeah a little taller than me, so at least six feet and thin. He had on sweat pants and sandals and a T-shirt. There was already a sizable bulge in those sweats. He approached me and his hand went into my still unbuttoned shorts, but he bypassed my cock. Instead, his hand dipped down and I felt a finger slide into my ass crack and run across my hole. His hand slid out of my pants just as quickly and he motioned me up. As soon as I stood, he slipped my shorts down and began to turn me around away from him. And I just let it happen, half out of surprise and half because i was still horny and this guy was pretty hot. I slipped a leg out of my shorts and spread wider, as I braved myself with my hands. I could hear him tugging his sweats down and heard him spit, managing to look back in time to see him using it as lube to stroke with. Again he spat into his hand and rubbed it on his cock. And his cock was... it was huge. Like at least 8.5 inches and thick with a nice big cut head. It was magnificent. It was obvious that like the first guy, he wasn’t going to use a condom. His cock slick with spit I felt him use one hand to grab an ass cheek to spread me open a little, as he used his other to guide his cock to my already fucked and cummed in hole. I felt him push against my barely puckered hole and it gave easily. It hadn’t even had time to close up from the last cock and with the cum coating my hole, he was able to work his giant cock into me. I don’t know if it would have worked otherwise. Later as time went on, I would take bigger cocks but this guy was hung and as an 18 year old almost virgin still, this thing was just massive. And I was taking it. I was almost naked bent over in a bookstore booth, gay porn blaring away, while a guy I hadn’t exchanged a single word with was almost 8 inches into me and continuing to fuck deeper and deeper. And with the first guys cum and my hole already relaxed from getting fucked a few minutes before, I was taking it and loving every second. There was no pain or discomfort. He was working my hole harder and harder and we were not being quiet. Besides him basically knocking my breath out every time he rammed home, I couldn’t keep myself balanced and my hands kept knocking against the thin plywood wall I was supporting myself against. And he was grunting and breathing fast. And then finally to make It competely obvious, he was finally balls deep and now every time he drove into me there was that slap as his pelvis met my ass cheeks. And I was so lost in the fuck and his cock sliding into my prostate that I didn’t care. I didn’t care that It was sleazy and dirty. The smell of sex and cum made me feel drunk. And I didn’t need to know who was fucking me. All that mattered was that he was hot and had a fucking amazing cock and he was in me raw. And I had already kind of figured it out, all these guys here are looking for cock. I gave in and enjoyed every second and didn’t care that everyone there would know I was getting fucked right there in the booth. Eyes closed and head down I took it until I felt his hands grip tighter and felt his pounding increase even more til finally he rammed deep and erupted. Spurt after spurt of cum coated my guts as I pushed back to make sure I was getting it all. He grinded into me as he stayed deep while his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me, as he obviously was trying to put every drop into me. Spent and satisfied that he had put all his cum inside me, he slowly pulled out. Without a word he pulled up his sweat pants and straightened his shirt up. Looking down, he adjusted his still softening rod and covered it with his shirt. I meanwhile was wobbly legged and was trying get my one leg through my shorts so I could pull them back up. Mr Sweatpants paused by the door to give me a second to get the shorts up and then just as quietly as he had slid in, he popped back out after cracking open the door and then shut it behind him. I noticed it wAs darker and realized I had let the video machine run out of credits. I don’t think even twenty minutes had elapsed and I had gotten fucked twice. And had no idea who they were or if i could even recognize them if I saw them. And I hadn’t asked either one if they were clean. I mean who knows, Tim looks healthy and he has it. But then the thought that hit almost right away was did it matter? Would I have stopped those guys if they were did have HIV? If I saw Mr Sweatpants giant cock and knew he was HIV positive, could I or would I want to say no to it? I knew why I didn’t ask. It didn’t matter. I was taking them raw no matter what the risk. It just felt too good. As all this wet through my head in about 30 seconds, I stood to walk out, figuring enough was enough for tonight and I had not been very discreet and didn’t want trouble. As my hand touched the doorknob, it twisted in my hand and the door opened up a crack as another stranger met my stare. Maybe I wasn’t leaving quite as soon as I thought as we gave each other a quick look over. A mutual nod and I was backing toward the bench of the booth as a new stranger entered the small cubicle with me and shut and locked the door.

went to glorious health club last night in dc for the hummer party. great place for sleazy barebacking in dark corners and public slings. was in the slings a lot and bent over waiting for anon cock in the center exhibition area. lost count of how many loads I got, but cum was running down my legs when I left. oink!

god has blessed you with a massive cock . its the only thing that matters, it makes you a god to bottoms n u should be proud n arrogant n sadistic to use your tools properly for your pleasure only . large cocks all deserve to be worshipped n cum in holes constantly

STORY-TIME: (only for those with more than 15 seconds to spare) I'm a 'reformed monogamist'; yes so it COULD have been possible, for me, maybe. However, part of my reason to stay monogamous (at the beginning) was 'the fear of catching something' especially when HIV was the big bad wolf... But reality was, even with my first BF of 9 years: while I was loyal and faithful, HE tried to hit up and even leave me and BE WITH my handsome best (non-sexual) friend. My best friend would have been a catch in West Hollywood, with his big cock and popular reputation. Not that my double-crossing BF then could have EVER tamed him or even had a chance in hell. There are simply too many hot new boys in town wanting that legendary Peter inside of them. (Bottom-line: eventually my BF and I split up. Ugly at first but now we are still friends, him still jealous and being a snippy bitch in Hollywood. And for good measure I hooked up with my best friend and took his popular champ-cock RAW and bragged about it to my rejected ex) My next BF after that too had a chip on his shoulder. A failed Hollywood wanna-be I followed him to the guts of the deep south, BIG MISTAKE! But BIG COCK, you know how it is! But once back on his home-turf where he was one of the most popular guys in town, he started acting like a rooster in charge of his hen... always accusing me of cheating while he planned 'business trips' with tricks from LA to meet him in Florida. Even caught him in the act as he boldly turned the situation around and viciously accused me of 'stalking me like a psycho'... (His father was a chronic womanizer who cheated on his mother with vigorous abandon, so you get the picture. I still like crazy Irish/Italians though. My ex and I became friends again later on) Which brings us to the larger picture: In 'traditional relationships' it is the man, the self-perceived 'alpha', who reserves the right of INFIDELITY for HIMSELF but IF she or the 'beta' does it - WATCH OUT - he/she/it better not dare. HE (the alpha, leading male) assumes HE can have a mistress (or in the gay world - tricks) but 'the lesser one' would be a whore, a tramp, one who has no right to question. Society and religion has spelled it out: "It is OK for the man to have so many wives, concubines, slave bitches and whatnot but SHE better not have BEEN WITH A MAN YET or she is going to get the ax... mind-frames from the bronze age, cobbled together righteousness like Henry VIII when he tired of a brood mare and wanted to trade up to the newer model... We all have basic mind-frames like that, as we slowly come to terms where we fit in as teenagers, gay or straight, possibly scripting PERFECT relationships, having expectations or accepting CONVENTIONALITY or discarding all that and go straight to being a gay tramp. My observation: in the gay world the popular ones get all the action, and the homely ones watch them jealously and call the successful hunters WHORES, SLUTS, TRAMPS and cock-block them from naive novices to the scene who eye the MAN-CANDY on the dance-floor with catty, bitter comments : "OH stay away from him. He gets around, I bet he has EVERY disease in the world!" I tried monogamy and that shit didn't work for me. It may work for some, in gay or straight relationships, but often it is all just a show for the outside world! My present effort at a relationship is a HYBRID SOLUTION: I was the former 'circuit boy' with an (undeserved/but eagerly accepted) slut reputation and he was the much younger nerdy-type who carried a 'secret'. The players in art school or the strippers in West Hollywood had pozzed him and he didn't know. He got deadly-sick while with me, fresh out of college, pretty bad! Almost killed him! Well and that's how I find out he preggered me. Well now I'm part of the brotherhood too! His looks (and weight) took a beating from the ordeal as it takes a long time to recuperate. NO SEX! It didn't even cross my mind! I caught him cheating (to validate himself he would explain later), discussing RAW SEX with strangers on apps! (conventional wisdom is BLOW UP and KICK HIM OUT) But no, realizing how monogamy often turns the ASEXUAL MONOTONY my man and I struck a deal. We stayed together, are now married and very loyal but SEX IS A SPORT!!! SKIN-ON-SKIN CONTACT SPORT! NO FEAR, NO LOATHING, NO HYPOCRISY, NO STRINGS ATTACHED! We hunt, cruise, sext and strategically plan alone and together, like a pack of wolves, or hunting buddies, scoring this buck and that one, a thrill-ride taken as often as the hard-on desires! And I love to watch him take pipe or breeding a player/trick/cum-dumpster. But don't expect to be there or be involved every time. He likewise basks in the glory of my candid slut-reportsand lives vicariously through me on days when I casually mention "OH, I had a lucky day! Was with THREE GUYS and took loads from all!" The deal we have was also this: "WE have licence to breed, fuck and do as opportunity knocks! And BAREBACK is expected. Everything else is bogus!"

Part 5 I didn't get up to much at work for quite a long time after that. I did get to fuck the HR guy a few more times though before he left to take up another job. I enjoyed every minute of fucking him - it was office sex at its horniest - he would pull his pants down below his arse and bend over a desk in a quiet corner of the office and I would fuck him bb from behind until I shot my load up his arse. It was also quite risky, although we only did it when we were fairly sure there was no one around, it was quite a big building and you could never be absolutely sure. Somehow this just made it more horny though and I missed our sessions when he left. I was also bored now and knew it was time to start looking for my next career opportunity. My next sexual encounter at work was about a year later when I was up in the West Midlands for work. I had to organise a project with another company and it took a lot of time and patience to get the project off the ground. My main contact with the other company was a guy called Daniel. He was about 30, quite small and slim with dark blond hair. I got on well with him - we shared a similar sense of humour and a similar sense of frustration with the way the project was going. We worked together quite intensively for about a week and finally we got there about 6pm on the day of our deadline. We were in a different part of the building to where we normally worked and I asked Dan where the toilet was. He said he would show me as he needed to go himself and he led me through the back office and down some stairs. We went into the toilet and pissed together at the urinal. I didn't really think anything was going to happen although we had flirted with each other a little and had talked about maybe going for a drink together when the project was finished. It soon became obvious that we had both finished pissing but neither of us moved. It was Dan who flashed his cock first and soon we were wanking together. We ended up in the cubicle and soon Dan was sucking my cock and I had my hand down the back of his pants, fingering his arsehole. He sucked me for a while and then he stood up. "I'd love to fuck you," I whispered. He shook his head, "Not here." he said. We arranged that he would come to my hotel which was nearby once he had finished up a few things at work and I went back there and had a shower. About half an hour later Daniel arrived in my room. He was obviously horny and he had my cock out of my pants and in his mouth almost as soon as he was in the door. He sucked me really well but I didn't want to cum too soon so I stopped him and pulled him up. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down along with his pants. I sucked his cock for a while and then turned him round and he bent over. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his arse and he moaned. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to rub the head of my cock against his wet arse hole and he moaned again. "I want to fuck you," I said. He nodded and then got up, reached into the pocket of his jacket and produced a condom. I took it without enthusiasm and he looked at me and asked if I had a problem using a condom. I said to be honest I prefer to fuck without one and he looked doubtful. "I don't know," he said "I don't normally...." his voice trailed off. I really wanted to fuck him - he had a really fit arse and I would have used the condom if he had really insisted. However I had learned that a surprisingly high number of "safe only" guys will fuck without a condom when they're really horny rather than miss out on a fuck and I decided to see if Dan was one of them. "It's ok," I said, "we don't have to fuck." He looked disappointed and hesitated for a moment before saying maybe we could do it without a condom for a little while. I said as long as he was ok with that and he nodded. I said I would pull out when he wanted me to and he nodded again. Soon he was kneeling up on the bed and I was pushing my bare cock into his tight arse. He groaned as I pushed right up him and began to fuck. I really enjoyed fucking him and I knew he was enjoying it too as I began to fuck him harder. I kept expecting he would ask me to pull out but he didn't and so I kept fucking him and soon I was getting close to cumming. I told him I was close but he didn't say anything and I kept fucking him. I was getting really close now and I told him I was about to cum. He didn't say anything. "Do you want me to pull out?" I asked and he shook his head. I thrust my cock up his arse a few more times and then I began to cum. As it happened, I hadn't cum for several days and I shot a really big load into his arse. When I had finished cumming I pulled out and he lay back on the bed. After a while he said "I'd better go." and reached for his pants and trousers and began to get dressed. Just as he was buttoning his shirt up his phone went and he answered it. I heard a male voice and Dan said he was just leaving work and wouldn't be long. "Boyfriend?" I asked and he nodded. A few months after this I was staying in a hotel in a town in the south of England for a conference and I woke up really early and couldn't get back to sleep. I went online but nothing was happening and then about 7am I got a message from a guy who was up for a quick fuck on his way to work and was quite happy to go bareback. He was in his early thirties, dark haired and quite stocky. I really liked his pictures (especially the one he sent of his hairy arse) and he seemed to like mine so we arranged that he would come to my hotel. I jumped in the shower and then went down to let him in. He was just as fit as his pictures suggested and was wearing a British Gas uniform which turned me on even more. He didn't have much time so he sucked my cock for a while and then pulled his pants down and bent over the bed. I pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck him, his bright blue shirt pushed up his back, his white pants at his knees and his dark blue trousers at his ankles. His arse was very tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I lasted longer than I thought I would but soon I was shooting my load deep into his arse. I sucked him off and he came in my mouth and then he pulled his pants and trousers up and went off to work in his van. I was really turned on by the fact that he would be visiting customers all morning with my cum deep in his arse. Shortly after this my friend Rudi told me he was visiting a company to carry out a three day audit and he usually arrived before the staff in the morning, just as the young Polish cleaner was finishing his work. On the third morning Rudi decided to go in a bit earlier and got chatting to the cleaner. One thing led to another and they ended up in a back room with with the cleaner bent over with his pants down and Rudi fucking him bareback from behind and shooting a big load up his arse. Towards the end of last summer I was feeling even more bored and frustrated at work. In addition, they were sending me all over the place and I was tired of it. I was looking for a new opportunity but I knew that would take time. One afternoon I was in a really bad mood. I'd had a rotten day at work and decided to leave early. I was driving along the M4 back into London and stopped for a coffee at the service station. I wanted some distraction and went on line and to my surprise got messaged almost immediately. The guy who messaged me had a really nice big cock but he wasn't really my type - but he made it clear he was just looking for someone to fuck - no questions asked - and in the mood I was in that suited me just fine. He gave me directions to a unit on an industrial state on the edge of West London. He then said that another guy might join him if I was up for that. I said yeah, even though I had no idea what the other guy was going to be like. I didn't really care - I just needed to be fucked. I found the place and the guy let me into a small office. It was quite a smart modern office and seemed to be some kind of design company. There was no one else around and he shut the door and turned to me. He wasn't actually bad looking - he was quite stocky with a shaved head and was probably in his mid forties. He didn't waste any time though and soon had his cock out. It was, if anything, even bigger than it looked in the pictures he sent me and I wasted no time in taking it into my mouth. He let me suck him for a while and then told me he was ready to fuck. I pulled my trousers and pants down and bent over the desk and soon he was pushing his big bare cock right up my arse. I felt as if I was being split in two - I hadn't been fucked for a while and certainly not by anything this big. He began to fuck me as soon as his cock was up me and I gripped on to the desk and enjoyed one of the hardest fucks I had had in a long time. I was enjoying the fuck so much I had forgotten he had said that someone else might join us until I heard the door open behind us. I heard someone laughing and turned my head to see a young black guy who looked in his early twenties coming towards us. The guy with the shaved head kept fucking me as the black guy pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees and began to play with his cock. When it was fully hard he came towards me and pushed his cock into my mouth. I was really turned on now and even more so when, after a while, they changed places and the black guy pushed his cock up my arse and the shaven headed guy pushed the cock that had just been up my arse into my mouth. They spit roasted me until the black guy shot his load up my arse and pulled out and the shaven headed guy took over. I motioned to the black guy and he laughed and pushed his cock into my mouth. Before long the shaven headed guy had added his load to the black guy's and pulled out. I pulled up my pants and trousers and without a word the shaven headed guy held the door open. Soon I was back out in the sunshine with two loads of random cum in my arse. I had been well and truly used and I loved it. However I was also still very horny.... I knew my luck was in when, just as I got home, I got messaged by a guy I've met up with a few times asking me if I was up for a quick after work fuck. I really like this guy - he's in his mid thirties, a high flyer with some city law firm and always looked really smart and professional. He's also a right dirty fucker! He's got a partner but that doesn't stop him calling round now and then on his way home from work. He likes nothing more than having me suck his cock, lick his sweaty arse and then bend over to let him fuck me bareback and cum deep in my arse. He asked me if I was up for it and I said absolutely - if he didn't mind the fact that I already had two loads up me. He didn't mind - in fact it seemed to turn him on even more. When he arrived, he didn't waste any time - he told me to pull my pants down and bend over. I did as he asked and he began to feel my arse. "Fuck that's horny!" he said " I can feel the cum in your arse". I moaned as he unzipped his smart work trousers and within seconds his hard cock was pushing up my arse. He fucked me right there in the living room and before too long he shot his cum deep into my arse. He grinned, high fived me, stuffed his cock back into his pants and then left. I had now been fucked and loaded three times but I was still horny. I had a shower and something to eat and then decided I wanted more action so I drove up to Hampstead Heath. It was a warm summer evening and as soon as I got there I knew it was going to be busy. I made my way down to the fuck tree and, sure enough, there was lots going on with quite a few fit guys bent over the tree being fucked. I was still feeling really horny and I knew I wasn't in the mood to hold back. I watched the action for a while and soon I was bent over sucking the cock of a tall thin guy with glasses. I sucked him for a while and then he pushed his hand down the back of my pants. I pulled my pants down and turned my arse towards him and soon I was being fucked again. We were just beside the tree and he moved me round and bent me over the tree as he began to fuck me. I had fucked many guys over the fuck tree but I had never actually bent over it myself - until now. I had thought about it many times but had always pulled back from just bending over and letting anyone who wanted to fuck me just do it. The guy who was fucking me shot his load quite quickly and pulled out. I knew the sensible thing to do would be to get up at this point but I didn't want to. I stayed bent over and after a while I felt someone stepping up behind me. I didn't look round - I just bent forward as the guy pushed his cock into my arse and began to fuck. I was really turned on now - it could be anyone fucking me - I didn't know and I didn't want to know - I didn't care. I stayed bent over and let three more guys fuck me and load me up. I was getting sore now and it was getting a bit quiet around the tree so I stood up. I bent over to pull my pants up and as I did, I noticed a young lad with glasses who looked no more than 18 or 19 standing nearby. He moved hesitatingly towards me and then stopped. I pulled my pants down again and bent over the tree,. Nothing happened for a while and then he moved in behind me and I felt his cock pushing against my arse. I reached round and pulled my cheeks apart and he pushed his cock up my arse. After just about ten or twelve thrusts he groaned loudly and I knew I was about to get yet another load pumped up my unprotected arse. I shot my load against the tree as he shot his cum into my arse. My arse was gaping and cum was running down my legs as I pulled my pants up and made my way slowly back up towards the main path. The next day I was back at my desk looking smart and professional as ever. No one had any idea that my arse was wrecked and I had had to get up several times during the night to push more cum out of my arse. Part 6 to follow

I'd luv to see "All-American Guy-next-door" Mason Wyler make a comeback... something about his seduction by the dark-side is a huge turn-on for me!

I was prep and trained being a bottom and then went to a party / smoking tina - 9 Bear type guys had me !

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

I was in this situation on numerous occasions over the 13 years with my ex. I was not only his fuckhole I was the fuckhole for whatever tops he wanted to fuck me and I had no say. I was tied in the sling at the backrooms and was only let out after he considered I had enough cock. He would invite groups of tops over to bang me sometimes blindfolded - other times I was allowed to watch. He would tie me to the cross in our playroom so I could watch him fuck other bottoms and he always caged me in group situations so I learned to concentrate on nothing but my tops and their pleasure. I would not call it rape though as I always loved the fucking and breeding I got. I loved Friday afternoons knowing that over the weekend I would get fucked at least 20 times.

Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.

I love fucking and getting fucked through a gloryhole. The CumUnion parties at Steamworks in Chicago always seem to have a lot of bottoms with their asses backed up to the gh. It's so hot sliding my dick into a totally anonymous cum oozing hole.

Wednesday Work I got to work and sat in my chair and loaded up the project for the day. My hand idle scratches my chest. Grabbing a bottle of water I began sipping it through the morning. The bitter taste was now welcome and delicious now. I loved swallowing it, before I knew it the first bottle was finished and empty. Gathering all my fortitude I buckled down and focused on the task at hand. Luckily everything was routine and while I was distracted I as able to get through all I needed to get through before lunch time came. My cock was hard and tenting my dress pants. Fuck I was horned up. Since I hadn’t brought any lunch I figured I would head out and grab a bite from one of the nearby cafes. I grabbed by keys and hopped in my car heading out for food. My ass gave a twitch against my suit pants and I moaned. As if of its own accord I was back at the porn shop. Before I knew what I was doing I was out of the car and walking through the door. The Cashier was back behind the counter and smiled at me. “Hey buddy how is everything working out for ya?” “Pretty good thanks, can I get some change for the back?” I asked as I handed him a 20 Smiling with a wink he handed me back my change and I went to the back room. There seemed to be a lot of guys back there , apparently I wasn’t the only one going for a lunch time wank. I usually just go into the first booth I see open but none were open until I got about halfway back. Ducking in quick I fed 5$ into the machine and started up some porn. Opening my fly I reached in and pulled out my cock, moaning as a drop of precum leaked out the front. My other hand rubbed all over my chest rubbing my nipples through my dress shirt. Sweat started to break out on my forehead and I got worried. In order not to get my shirt all wet I took it off and hung it on the hook. Fuck it was hot in here. My hand scratched my furry chest pinching my nipples. Lifting my arms I sniffed my pit and my tongue stretched out licking the sweat. Fuck it tasted so good, another moan left my lips my cock now slick with precum a I was jacking it. The porn on the screen showed a fuck hot guy in a sling getting pounded by a big hairy fucker. My ass twitched and spasmed as I watch the huge cock pound into the guy in the slings hole. His body arched and glistened. Smooth and pale, covered in tattoos and pierced nipples. Just as I was getting close I heard the door to my booth open and turned around in a panic. Holy fuck how had I forgot to lock it. Standing there was the cashier smiling at me. Moving quickly he moved into the booth with me and closed the door locking it. Wondering what he was going to do I stood there stock still. Coming to me he grabbed my hands off my cock and bent my right arm behind my head. Burying his face in my sweaty pit I felt his tongue make a long flat hot swipe, licking the salty mix. Grabbing my chin roughly he turned my head and stared into my eyes. My mouth hung open, I had never done anything with a guy physically before. Taking advantage of my pose his spit at my, landing most of it in my mouth. I taste my sweat and his spit and swallowed. Nodding with a knowing smile he sank to a squat and took my cock in his mouth. HOLY FUCK my wife never gave head this was amazing. My back arched in began thrusting into him. In no time I had built back to where I was, sweat dripping from me I began to shudder and spasm. My body rocked by another amazing orgasm, 8 shots of cum erupted from my cock into the cashier’s mouth. Finally it stopped and I stood there feeling drained. The cashier stood up and stepped right next to me and pulled me close. His hands grabbed my hair and bent my head slightly back, his mouth hovered over mine, barely touching. My mouth breathing escaping form my open mouth. Still staring into my eyes he open his mouth and let my cum drip into me. My eyes were wide as saucers as e spit my load back into me. Once he has it all out his hand came up and closed my mouth. “Swallow”……….and I did

Tuesday Evening I got out of my car and looked at my cellphone, 5pm, I had an hour before I had to be over at Tom and Mike’s for another run. As I walked up my front steps I noticed a 6 bottles of water on the front steps with a note, “ In case you wanted needed some more”. A smile crept over my face as I bent down and grabbed it, the butt plug shifting in my ass sending little waves of pleasure through my body. I walked in dropped my bag and I grabbed the water and carried it into the kitchen putting it into the fridge to chill….I debated half a second before I grabbed one and drank half of it. The bitter strange flavor seemed strong but I didn’t care. With only an hour to spare I got y purchases from the front hall and made my way upstairs. As soon as I was in the bedroom I stripped down to my stolen jock. My hand reached around and felt where the plug was locked firmly in my ass. I started to pull it out and gasp at the amount of pain that hit me. Fuck that isn’t good, I guess I was so hot at the porn shop I didn’t notice, or maybe it was the poppers. Thinking that might help I went to my bed stand and grabbed my bottle, taking 4 hits I felt the warmth and horniness sweep over me. I reached back again and started pulling on the butt plug. This time I got it to move and could feel it working out of my ass. Fuck it started to feel good, a moan escaped my lips as I felt my ass stretching. Slowly I pulled careful not to hurt myself, sweat broke out on my body. A little bit more and it would clear the fat part and I could go take a shower and get dressed. Just before I thought it was going to give I heard a shout from downstairs. It was Tom “ Hey neighbor! Your dor was open and I thought I would come by and make sure you got the water and ceck you were coming tonight” Startled by the voice my hand let go of the butt plug and it snapped back into my tight hole. Stars danced in front of my eyes and I groaned loudly. “Yup, I be there in a bit, just wanted to hop in the shower and rinse off the day.” “OK, I’ll just wait down here for ya then and we can head over together.” Fuck I thought with Tom waiting I didn’t have time for this. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…..well guess this will be interesting. I stripped off the jock and hopped in my shower, the whole time I was in there I was desperately trying to get the plug out of my ass. Finally worrying that Tom would think something was wrong I got out dried off and went to get dress. I stepped back into Mike’s jock and a pair of compression shorts under my usual running shorts. Figured I had seen people wear them like this and this way in case the damn fucking butt plug decided to pop out the compression shorts would help hold it in place. I made my way down the stairs and saw Tom sitting on my couch dressed all in green this time, his blonde fur sticking out of his tank top, his hand resting behind his head the flashing his furry pits. Fuck my nostrils dilated and I swear I could smell something, it made my cock twitch and my ass spasm around the plug. When he looked over and smiled at me I think I even blushed a little. “Here I also wanted to bring you this.” He held out a flash drive to me, I looked at it puzzled “ It is a relaxing programs. Mike used to have a hard time sleeping when he started taking the supplements of his so I whipped up this in order to help him relax. Worked like a charm. Just add it to you play list after the run tonight and you will be sleeping like a baby in no time.” I nodded my thanks and set it down on the coffee table and followed Tom, out the door and over to his place, My cock was hard and straining against the pouch of the stolen jock, kept firmly in place, each step shifting the plug in my hole mad me leak a little. Fuck how was I going to get through this run.

Tuesday Work I arrived and work and tucked in behind my desk and started going about all the mundane tasks of my day. Every now and then though thoughts of my actions over the last 2 hours would pop in my head and I could feel my cock twitch against the rough sweat and cum soaked fabric of the stolen jock. The tight pouch holding my furry balls and cock close to my body, the coarse fibers rubbing ever so slightly as I shifted in my chair. Needless to say my mind wander a bit and but I got through it all. That is until lunch time came. I had run down to the local deli and just grabbed a salad and what not to eat at my desk. Might slight distraction had put me not technically behind but I tend to be an over achiever so anything less than above average make me feel like a failure. So sitting at my desk and realize I didn’t grab a drink to go with my lunch. Meh fuck it I had the water bottle I figured it wouldn’t be anything I couldn’t handle, beside I knew I wasn’t at home so I was sure I could control any urges that came along. I grabbed the water bottle from my bag and took a long swallow, it tasted bitter but it was kind of growing on me. That was how my lunch went until I realized I had drunk the whole bottle instead of just the half bottle I had meant to drink. The warm feeling swept over me and I tried to ignore it and just get back to work. I felt a sweat break out over me and worried I might get my jacket dirty so got up and draped it over the back of my chair. The pouch rubbing my cock and balls caused me to pause and enjoy the feeling. I sat back down and went back to work, it was now worse than in the morning. My thoughts kept thinking of how good it had feel to play with my hole and the taste of the jock and cum in my mouth. My tongue licked my lips and tasted the sweat forming on my upper lip and I moaned. My eyes flitted to the door to my office and back to my work. A thought popped in my head…..it was still during the lunch hour…..most of the staff was still out….it isn’t like I’ve never jerked off in my office before but that was just a quick tug behind my desk after a long day. Without knowing how I had done it I was already at my door turning the lock. In a daze I turned around and glanced around my office, my gaze hooded and hungry. My eyes fell on the water bottle, empty and sitting in the trash. I quickly unbuckled and pull down my pants and underwear leaving the jock on I grabbed the bottle and kneeled on the floor. I position my ass right over the bottle cap and rocked down on it. Fuck it felt amazing. Even though I couldn’t get it that far in just the cap popping in and out of my hole turn me on. I was bouncing on it and rubbing the rough crusted jock against me. I quickly pulled it aside and started jerking. Twisting my nipples while bouncing I felt the orgasm cumming on me quickly, and before I knew it cum erupted, I shot 5 times and sagged back on my heels, my full weight settled on the bottle and with a surprise yelp it slipped into me. I saw stars and my breathing quickened. I pants as I adjusted to the invasion. Looking down I could see the cum splattered all over my floor. Instantly I was on my hands, my tongue licking the dirty rough carpet sucking up all my jizz. The water bottle popped out and hit the floor just as I finished licking up the last drops of my cum. I quickly rearranged myself sorted my office out and went back to work all the happier. My thought still drifted but I was able to make it through the end of the work day and head home. As I was driving home a thought occurred to me and I made now necessary detour. Parking in the stores lot I got out and walked in….

Monday Dinner Dinner was soon served and I dug in. Somehow that jog had made me extremely hungry. I tucked in like it was my last meal. “So, Tom mentioned you drank my water by mistake before the run. How did you like the supplements?” I blushed slightly thinking about what had happened in the shower and nodded. “Seems like they work pretty well, definitely made me run a bit faster, and sweat a ton more than usual." “Yeah Tom loves when I use 'em, saying we get a much better workout. Only issue is they tend to make you fucking horny as all hell so we usually fuck like rabbits when we get home.” I nearly choked on the wine I was sipping, sputtering and trying to catch my breath. Tom gave Mike an unspoken reprimand, although it was accompanied with a smile. “ It is true something about all that sweat on my man and of course how hungry those things make his hole, just makes me want to fuck his brains out. I'm actually getting hard just thinking about it. Want some more wine?” Without waiting for my response Tom half stood to top me off. I couldn’t help but look and see his half hard cock outlined in the shorts he was wearing. My eye glued to his bulge I watched it give a noticeable twitch before he sat back down. Mike leaned in close to my ears asking me if I liked the view. So caught off guard was I that I dropped my fork and gave a startled yelp. Before thinking about it I reached down to pick it up and felt the borrowed shorts slip down a bit. I heard a slight chuckle from Mike as I straightened up and resumed eating our meal. The conversation went back to a more normal topic after that: lawn care and what not, which movies are out. So, the rest of dinner passed with no more surprises and I was about to go home when Mike asked if I wanted to accompany them the next day for another run. “Ill even make you some of my supplements to use. In fact, here, take these two bottles I already prepared. I usually take one at night again and then one in the morning and the third just before I go for a run. Since you are just starting it I would wait and just take one in the morning.” "Thanks," I said as I left, extending my goodbyes to Tom and Mike. On the way home I thought about the two water bottle and my shower earlier, and as I walked into the house I thought about Mike’s instructions and said to myself 'Fuck it. I can handle whatever he is doing', and before I could think twice I downed one of the bottles. The same bitter taste assaulted my tongue and I grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge to get rid of it. Fuck that tasted good. Then I remembered my earlier plans and my cock got hard. Remembering hot it was before I walked into the garage. It was night and the only light was from the security flood lights form Tom and Mike’s house. Stripping off the borrowed clothing, I stood there in Mike’s sweat blue jock. Suddenly a rush of sweat broke out over my body and my hands moved on their own, twisting and pulling my nipples, rubbing the front of the jock. On instinct I stepped out of the jock and poured some poppers into the pouch, bringing it to my nose it smelled amazing, fresh sweat and poppers, fuck my cock was rock hard. I lay on the floor and started to work my hand up and down the shaft. Leaving the jock draped across my face the smell of seat and poppers making me moan. My left hand drifted and move towards my ass. Sweat started pouring from my body and I took another hit from the popper bottle, and another, and another six hits and I was moaning. The smells and sensations, the dirt and grit digging into my back my finger inched toward my hole and I surrendered to the feelings. Plunging three fingers in, I moaned and writhed in pleasure. The jock slipped in my mouth and I taste the balls sweat. Sucking on it like a baby I drank his the salt mix. My finger moved furiously in my ass, again a fourth was added with little resists. Fuck I wanted more, looking around the garage I was in a haze, my eye fell on my wife’s tennis racket and a sick thought entered my mind. Not caring I grabbed it and slathering it with the precum leaking form my as and the worked it in. Fuck it felt great. I ended up with my feet on the window sill to get the angle right and started fucking my ass with her racket, moaning and jerking my cock, sweat dripping down me I started to get closer and closer. Fuck this felt so good I never wanted to stop, my hand became a blur and all thought of edging left my mind as the orgasm came upon me. Volleys of cum shot from my cock, landing on my face and chest, eight shots in total. My body went slack, the jock covering my face was spotted with my cum and before I knew it I was shoving it in my mouth adding the taste my own jizz to the mélange of sweat and ass. Shuddering I remove the tennis racket from my ass and dragged myself out of the garage and upstairs. I got in the shower to rinse of and felt my sore ass, sticking a finger in my hole I hissed in combined pleasure and pain as I thought to myself 'Damn I hope I haven't done any damage'. Exhausted I dragged myself to bed and fell dead asleep until the alarm clock went off.

Sorry for the delay in posting the next and final chapter... Here you go. Can't wait to hear your thoughts... I stood there watching as my boyfriend bounced up and down on Jean's huge hard cock. He was grunting with pleasure as he lowered himself hard against Jean's crotch and pulled himself off, again and again. Jean was guiding him by tweaking hard on my boy's nipples. They were moaning back and forth in French, and I couldn't understand a word. My boy threw his head back and rode Jean's cock and then raised himself up and pulled off. He opened his eyes and saw me standing there dumbstruck. He walked over to me as his hard cock bounced up and down. He wrapped his arms around me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. “Please. I want this. I NEED this!” His hands worked down to my pants, and he unzipped, allowing my now-hard cock to plop out. “We NEED this.” He drew me to where Jean was laying, milking his hard slimy raw dick. It wasn't until my boy pushed my face down into Jean's crotch and I smelled my boy's ass juices that I even realized they had been fucking bare. There was a bit of foamy cum puddled at the base of his cock; It must have been my morning's load having worked its way out with Jean's fucking. I knew it was totally wrong, and maybe a bit dangerous to be playing with this guy who had just lost his lover to AIDS. But it felt so good to be sharing this incredible experience with my boyfriend that I decided to just go with it. My boy wriggled my pants down and Jean pulled my shirt over my head, forcing my tongue to bathe his huge sweaty balls. I ran my hands all over his burly furry chest until my fingers came in contact with his over-sized nipples. He must have been into clamps or something they were so big. My boy pushed me forward until I could chew on Jean's nipples. “Plus sévère! Harder!,” Jean shouted as he forced my face into his chest. My boy was spreading my cheeks. I was always a top with him, and he never paid any attention to my ass at all. It felt great as he pulled my cheeks apart and dove his tongue into my hole. When Jean had had enough of my nipple play, he shoved my face down to his crotch. I swallowed his stick uncut member as deeply as I could, lapping my own cum off his pubes. My boy inserted a finger or two and started loosening my ass up just the way I usually loosened his. I was groaning as Jean held my face down on his dick. He pulled me up again and yanked my legs so that they were alongside him and my ass was an inch over his drooling cock. Jean shouted something in French to my boy that must have been “Put it in his hole!” My boy eased my ass lower until Jean's cock was right at my asshole. My boy was egging me on, encouraging me to take this stranger's bare cock in my ass. “You gonna take his dick? Gonna take his raw load? Gonna milk that cock until he cums?” My head spun, and I saw stars as Jean lurched forward until the head of his cock was splitting me in two. My boy lowered his face to my ass so that he could drool on and lick Jean's cock as it disappeared into my gut. Jean fucked me hard for a few minutes until my legs started to give out. I leaned forward and Jean grabbed my head, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel my face burning as his stubble ground into my sensitive skin. I heard my boy's phone snap as he must have been taking photos of my ass full of raw French cock. He kept snapping as he came up behind me and eased his dick up against my hole. I realized he meant to fuck me alongside Jean! I knew there was no was to protest but I let out a muffled groan into Jean's mouth as my boy speared my ass. They double-fucked me until I was crying in pain. My boy came first, jamming his dick as far into me as it would go. The extra wetness in my ass helped the pain and he then plopped out as Jean jack-hammered into me until he too lost his load, breeding me deep. I pulled off of Jean and collapsed onto the rug. My boy snapped a few pics of their cum running out of my ass and onto the priceless rug. Jean scooped me up, naked in his arms as he kissed my boy hard. “So glad you two were able to make it today. I was afraid you might, how do you say, chicken out.” I figured out that my boyfriend had planned the whole thing. He had wanted me to take this guy's load and had planned the whole weekend just so it would seem like chance. As their loads leaked out of my slack hole, Jean carried me up the stairs and through a gallery into a bedroom. I heard the sound of machines clicking and beeping. There, in a huge canopy bed, hooked up to machines, was a shadow of a man close to death. I knew at once that this must be Jean's lover. I had thought that he was dead, but I realized that Jean had never actually said so, only that his lover had AIDS. Jean laid me down next to his sleeping lover and crawled on top of me. My boyfriend climbed into the bed on the other side and removed the man's oxygen mask and kissed him gently. The man woke up and Jean caressed him and unbuttoned his pyjamas. Together, they pulled down the sheets and Jean swallowed the man's cock. It felt tender and beautiful to be so close to such an intimate moment between lovers running out of time. My boy kissed gently down the man's gaunt frame and joined Jean lapping at his lover's hardening dick. He was at death's door but had no problem getting hard. It was one thing to get double-fucked by this dying man's lover and my boyfriend, but I felt really strange, and very horny, watching these two tongue-bathe a diseased AIDS cock. When the man was fully hard and oozing precum, my boy lapped up a pearl of clear juice and crawled over to me, feeding it to me. I realized that I had toxic precum in my mouth and nearly fainted. I was reeling as my boy swiped some of the man's juice and began rubbing it into his own ass. Jean helped my boy straddle the dying man's body and aimed his lover's bare cock into my boyfriend's quivering ass. It was the third dick my boyfriend had taken that day, and it slipped in easily. My boy lowered himself all the way onto his dick and moaned with pleasure. I heard the machines beeping faster and faster as the old man's heartbeat quickened. My boyfriend leaned forward to kiss the dying man, now gulping for breath without his oxygen. Jean crawled up behind my boyfriends's ass and licked up and down his crack. Jean fisted his cock to full hardness and slipped in into my boyfriend's ass. My boyfriend whimpered as he took those two cocks. I was mesmerized knowing he had an old man's POZ cock bare in his hole. Jean was crying out as he fucked my boy harder and harder, pumping his hips into my boy's body. He went in balls deep and let his load go, filling my boy's ass with his seed. The old man gasped as he too lost his POZ load. They were a sweaty pile of arms and legs, tangled in the sheets. They separated as I came to my senses. I had just watched my boy knowingly take a POZ load. Jean spoke in French as my boy replaced the man's mask and the machines whirred back to normal. My boy nodded. Jean turned to me and said, “Thank you for allowing that to happen. Both of you two will carry on our line for years to come.” I didn't fully comprehend until later that Jean was also POZ. He had also been fucked by the rent boys who had been fucking his lover. I wound up taking his load again once after I had figured it out what had happened and why we were really there. After all, my boy had two POZ loads simmering in his hole and I wanted to even the score. Driving back to our hotel that night, we both had toxic loads leaking out of our asses. My boy explained to me that Jean and his lover were actually his clients, and that taking their loads meant a great deal of money for his firm and for us as well. My boy explained to me that Jean was on meds and I was likely not going to catch anything from him. My boy had not wanted to expose me to any real risk of becoming POZ. He had taken that role for himself as the old man likely had a very high viral load. He asked if we should go on PEP medication, and we decided against it. We would let nature run its course, just as it had for Jean and his lover.

Part 2... I rose early, before my boy got up, and packed a small bag with our bathing suits, our toothbrushes, and not much else, and stuffed it into my briefcase, hoping to make a discreet exit mid-day. I got to work and made sure all of the loose ends were tied up so we could leave when Jack was ready, and head home to pick up my boy. To my surprise, just before noon, my boy walked through my door. He was wearing short tight jeans and a net t-shirt, completely out of place in a buttoned-up business office. “Jack picked me up on his way into the office this morning. I've been, erm, entertaining the stud in the mailroom for a while. Hope we weren't too noisy...” He reached his hand into the cuff of his shorts, and I knew he was fingering his hole, no doubt wet with yet another man's cum. “Ready to go?” So much for a discreet exit... I picked up my briefcase and followed my cumslut boy out of the office. All of the prudish secretaries looked at us both. I was embarrassed but turned on knowing they all knew my dirty little secret now... Jack was waiting by his fancy SUV, still in suit and tie. “Mind if your boy rides in front?” “Front or back, I'm sure he'll be happy to ride anywhere.” I threw my briefcase in the back as my boy climbed in the front. I sat in the back, watching as my boss rested his man-paw in my boy's crotch as he started the care and drove us on our way. I dozed on and off as we made our way out of the city. I awoke an hour later, not surprised to see my boy leaning across the truck and gulping down my boss's cock. I'll never know how Jack managed to keep us on the road. Jack's breathing became more and more shallow and I knew he was close. My boy's head kept bouncing up and down, faster and faster until Jack's hand forced it all the way down onto his cock, grunting and filling my boy's mouth with his seed. “We're off to a good start,” he chuckled as my boy sat back up, licking the slime off his face. A short while later, we arrived at Jack's sprawling oceanfront house. Chet and Sam must have already arrived as there were two tiny sports cars in the driveway. We parked the truck as Jack's buddies both came outside to meet us, both wearing slim tight square-cut bathing suits that left little to the imagination. Chet and Sam were both Jack's age, late 40s or early 50s, and both in peak condition. Chet was shorter that Sam, and in great shape. He looked slightly asian, tan with dark hair and brown eyes. Sam was taller and beefier with a wide brown mustache. He could have been the Marlboro man. I couldn't help but notice that both had red plus signs tattooed beneath their navels. I sprung wood realizing that they both must be POZ. “Nice tatts,” I remarked. My boy was so high on lust that he couldn't even speak. “So what have you brought us this time,” Chet asked as he drunk my boy's body in with his eyes. Sam liked what he saw, licked his lips, and started pulling my boy's t-shirt over his head. Jack smiled, and introduced us to each other and led us inside. As soon as the door was closed, the guys were all over my boy, and I sprung a hard-on simply watching. It was almost as if I was invisible. Chet and Jack pulled my boys shorts down. There in the foyer, Chet swallowed my boy's cock as Sam started tonguing and fingering his hole. “Are you still neg?” Sam asked as he stood up and aimed his cock at my boy's quivering pucker. “Not if you can help it.” Chet led my boy over to the wall and helped his buddy line up his cock, ready to fuck my boy. Jack put his paws on my shoulders and slid up behind me. “You okay with this, man?” At that point, what could I say? I knew what we were getting ourselves into before getting in the car. I nodded. I could feel my mouth going dry as I watch Sam spit on his cock and slide it forcefully into my boy's bare hole. I shared my boy's hole with friends before, some bare, and I'm sure some of them were POZ. I thought that the blond hunk in the truck last night was POZ from the way he described his HOT load, but didn't know if my boy knew that when he was breeding him. Until now, I'd never witnessed him knowingly taking POZ cock. And he was loving it, bucking around. I saw Jack pull off his shirt and saw for the first time that he had a tattoo too. His was a red minus. He saw me looking. “We all had these done in college together. Chet and Sam have had theirs... altered, shall we say, since then...” He grabbed my hand and led it tracing down his pecs and abs and over below his navel, circling it around his tattoo and then down to his cock. I jerked him a bit before lowering myself to my knees and swallowing his manhood, a cock that had seeded my boy's hole the night before. I've always been proud of my oral abilities and swallowed Jack down without a gag. “Ummm. Nice. You're almost as talented as your boy here. Sure am glad you're here.” Jack ran his fingers through my hair before lifting me up. “That's nice, but you're missing the show. You gotta watch this.” He turned me around to see Sam hammering his cock away at my boy's bare hole. He pulled away and Chet took his place, slamming in deeply and driving away. Chet fucked my boy as Sam and Jack jerked each other. Chet was leaning forward, kissing my boy's ear and neck as my boy did all he could to keep upright against the wall. “Deeper. I need it deeper. I need your POZ cock DEEPER!” Chet pulled out and took my boy's hand, leading him into the living room. Chet waved his hand over the sofa. It was nice white leather, conveniently already covered with a beach towel. “We're prepared. Wouldn't want to stain the upholstery. Sit down guys. We're going to play PASS THE CUMSLUT.” The sofa easily fit Chet, Sam, Jack, and me, our thighs pressing against each other. My boy climbed onto Chet's lap and sat right down on his cock. He bounced up and down a few times before pulling off and sitting on Sam's dick. My boy's cock was boucing all over, drooling clear sap. Jack leaned over and took his cock in his mouth, sucking all of his sweet juices into his mouth and then spitting it onto his fingers and then working them up his own ass. My boy pulled up off of Sam and sat right down on Jack's cock. Jack had his hands all over my boy's tight body and then his bouncing cock. As my boy fucked up and down, his dick was fucking Jack's hand, bringing him close to orgasm. “Fuck yeah, boy, give me that load!” My boy came in spurts all over his chest and Jack's hand. My boy pulled off and Jack spun him around and licked up what might be one of my boy's last NEG loads. Jack fingering my boy's load into his own hole as he watched the sex happening around him. My boy moved down the line, and finally showed me some attention. Facing me, he rode my cock for a minute or so, before whispering in my ear. “Sorry, but I need their loads. They've got something you can't give me... yet...” My boy kissed me hard as he pulled up and went back to the front of the line, sitting on Chet's lap again. Jack continued to jerk off, working his ass with his cummy fingers. Chet was close, and it was only a few thrusts before he was shooting his toxic load into my boy's ass. Dutifully, my boy pulled off and cleaned off Chet's dick, licking and slobbering all over his crotch, tracing the red plus sign with one hand as he fingered his puffy used hole with the other. He then moved onto Sam, facing him as he mounted his monster cock. Sam lasted longer than Chet had before adding his own dirty load to my boy's hole. Like Chet, my boy cleaned and worshipped his POZ cock, paying special attention to his tattoo before climbing onto Jack's dick. “Help a boy out,” Jack grunted at me. I stood up not knowing how to help. “He's already too loose for me. Fuck him with me!” I squatted between Jack's thighs and aimed my drooling dick at my boy's hole. I clumsily worked my dick inside next to Jack's. I could feel the guy's POZ cumloads dripping down my cock and onto my balls. The thought of my boy willingly taking all of that toxic cum sent shockwaves through my body, and I came alongside Jack's cock. The added lube sent Jack over the edge as well and he sent a bucketload of spooge deep inside my boy's hole. Four loads in my boy, half of them POZ, and it wasn't even dinner time. We cleaned up, saw the rest of the house, and headed upstairs for a brief nap. When I woke up, the clock read 6:00. The mattress beside me was cold and my boy was gone. I stumbled downstairs and out onto the deck, appreciating the ocean view before hearing grunting and splashing. I found everyone in the hot tub, my boy's ass full of Chet's POZ cock and his mouth full of Sam's. I knew it was going to be a long night. To be continued...