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I had just moved to Caswell where I had gotten a job at the new factory. They told me that I needed to get a physical examination before I could start work. I picked Dr. Ferguson’s name out of the phone book and when I called, his secretary, Mary, assured me that she could “squeeze” me into the doctor’s busy schedule. The waiting room looked kind of full, but promptly at 3 pm, Mary called my name. She also called out “Carlos Mendez” and showed the both of us into one of the examination rooms. She drew some blood from each of us and left the room. The doctor bustled in, saying, “Hi…I’m Dr. Ferguson. my apologies…my secretary overbooked my appointments today, so I’m having to see some of my patients two at a time. Why don’t you both get undressed?” The guy named Carlos was a super skinny Latino. He almost raced to get out of his clothes. A smile spread across his face as he watched me bare myself before him. Maybe he was gay like me. His body looked really nice. Just the kind I’m attracted to. His dick was half-hard and hung heavily between his legs. I couldn’t help but notice…right on the shaft…he had a scorpion tattoo! Fuck, that was HOT! I tore my eyes from his cock and looked up to find him grinning at me. He ran his tongue across his lips which made me blush. The doctor measured our weights, temperatures, blood pressures…all the usual stuff. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help myself and I kept sneaking admiring glances at Carlos’ impressive equipment. The doc spoke to me. “Jeremy, I’ll start with you, so hop up on the table.” He gave me the once over. While he was examining me, there was a knock on the door and Mary returned and handed some paperwork to the doctor. He read the material and turned to me. “So, Jeremy, I’ve got your test results. Your liver functions are fine and your STD screening shows all negative findings. That includes your HIV test. You are officially HIV-NEGATIVE.” He nodded towards Carlos. “Sorry we can’t say the same about Carlos here. As you can see from his colorful choice of tattoos, he tested HIV-positive several weeks ago. He hasn’t started taking medication yet, so his Viral Level is extremely high right now. As you can tell, that hasn’t affected his ability to achieve erections.” I turned and looked at Carlos. Indeed, he was sporting a hard-on, stiffly pointing toward the ceiling. Pre-cum was oozing from the tip. While the doctor finished my exam, I noticed Carlos making a phone call although I couldn’t make out his whispered conversation. Five minutes later there came another knock at the door. Mary stuck her head in and said, “Doctor, there’s a man out here that insists on speaking to you.” Dr. Ferguson shrugged his shoulders and said, “Will you gentlemen excuse me for a few minutes?” As soon as the door closed behind the doc, Carlos jumped up and came over, his stiff cock bobbing in front of him. He rubbed his hand across my chest and said, “Seeing you lying here all naked and everything, I got kinda turned on. And when I heard your test results, that got me real hard.” His hands roamed my flesh and soon I felt his fingers probing my sphincter. “As soon as I saw you…your tight little body…and heard that you were negative…well, I just knew that I was gonna get me summa that!” His head jerked toward the waiting room. “You hear that out there? That’s my cousin, Luis, causing a scene. That’ll give us some time. Come on, Baby! We’ve only got a few minutes. Pull your knees back for Carlos!” Everything was happening so fast. I blurted out, “But…!” He interrupted, “You think I’m hot, don’t you?” I responded, “Yeah, but…!” He added, “I saw you looking at my big dick. You want that dick, don’t you?” Any resistance was rapidly draining out of me. I weakly replied, “Yeah, but…!” Carlos wheedled, “Spread your legs for me, Baby! Let me take care of business!” I knew where this was headed but, without a second thought, I did as I was told. He said, “I ain’t gonna take long, Baby! I gotta 5-day load just waitin’ to get out! All for you, Baby!” He hopped up on the table and draped my legs over his shoulders. He spat once and smeared spit on his dick. Spat again and used his fingers to massage it into my hole. This was going way too fast. He lined up his cock with my hole and pushed with his hips. My sphincter was no match for him and he suddenly was a couple of inches deep inside me. He gave one more powerful thrust and I felt his balls squish up against mine. He was no gentle lover. He immediately began to fuck me at a furious pace! The room was filled with sharp slapping noises as his flesh banged into mine blended with the sounds of my incoherent moans. How had this all happened so FAST? Here I was, being bunny fucked by this hot Latino guy. I could tell from his ragged breathing that he was about to erupt in me…ready to flood my insides with toxic cum. And then it happened. His body locked against mine as spasms racked his frame. He cried out, “Yeah, bitch! Giving you my GIFT! You make sure you give my AIDS Babies a nice home!” After he had emptied himself into me, he clambered off the table and returned to his seat against the wall. I just lay there, stunned by the events and out of breath. Carlos said, “That was one hot fuck, Baby! I wonder if I knocked you up? Suddenly the door opened and Dr. Ferguson came back in. He strode over to the table and said, “Now…where were we? I think I was about to check your prostate gland.” He asked me to pull my legs back and apart, and as I did so, I could feel cum leaking from my ass. I turned beet red with embarrassment. Dr. Ferguson frowned and said, “That’s funny! I didn’t notice this before.” Carlos winked at me.

Chapter XXI We held each other close for a long time. If our friends found out they were being sacrificed because of us, we would have none left we were sure. Neither of us could understand the depravity of this. We had both succumbed to his huge poz cock once each, but had not converted. Now, he wanted us to give our asses to him, again and again, until we both were pozzed. We had to do something and fast, but what? We both agreed that that huge cock was the best fuck we had ever had, but POZ? Can we really go do that. We discussed it for an hour but at the end of that time all we had done was get ourselves all riled up and hot from the memory of how that cock had felt in our holes. My love was almost totally a top, but had taken it and admitted it had felt marvelous. I on the other hand had used toys and big ones at that, but his had been bigger and I, also, thought his cock was magnificent. Both of us were panting by this time with the talk and soon were in each others arms and making love together. We both almost raped the other, until we were completely spent and that was after doing it 4 times. Each time was more ardent than the one before it, until both of us just as we were both climaxing for the last time, yelled at each other, "OMG, DO ME, FUCK ME WITH YOUR HUGE COCK,...……...POZ MY ASS." We had both said this in unison and were shocked, and then looking into each others eyes, we nodded, knowing we could not keep having our friends being picked off, one by one, without trying to save them. We got out of bed, slowly, knowing what we had to do, but trying to prolong it at least a short time more. Turning on our computer, we opened our email and sent the message: We can't let you convert any more of our friends. We are ready to surrender to your will. POZ us and leave our friends alone, His email came back in only about 15 minutes. He told us we were being sensible now and by the way, look at the attachment and I will send details later for our MEETING. We opened the attachment to find, 6 clips. SIX, all of them friends of ours and each of them with cum leaking out of their holes and the message with them was that we had waited too long and he was really horny and had called some more of our friends up and this was the result. All of them had gaping red as hell holes, with cum and it looked like some red and pink tinges in the cum from we supposed was blood. He had not waited any longer and we were shocked, again, About an hour later another email from him came. He said he had been busy, with a LOL, and now was a little tired. Not tonight for you two, but be here at the bar, Friday night, and be prepared to stay the whole night. It will be a lot of fun.

It had been a few weeks since I had last been fucked, so decided to head to the local gay sauna to see if I could get laid there. After checking in, showering and having a wander around the rooms, there were a few guys who seemed interested. However, an Asian guy, maybe in his late 30’s, with a manbun and a beard really caught my attention, and he seemed keen to have some fun with me as well. Without speaking, we found a room that we could use, and started kissing each other. He was actually a great kisser, very passionate and really used his tongue well. He licked and played with my nipples as well, which really got me going. And I was happy to return the favour, as I love playing with guys’ nipples. It wasn’t long before I was sucking on his cock, getting it nice and wet. It was a nicely sized cock, about 6” and a nice thickness for me (I’m a bottom, but sometimes struggle taking bigger dicks, so an average sized one is often good for me). Then I got him on his back and knelt over him, rubbing his cock against my hole. Things were a bit dry down there though, so we quickly got up and applied some lube to my hole and his cock, before he got me on my knees and slid his bare dick into me. The addition of lube let him go into me until he was balls deep in one movement, and then he started fucking me. I really enjoyed him pummelling my ass, and I moaned a bit, even getting a couple of other guys coming in to watch for a few minutes. I started begging him to unload in my hole and give me his cum, and after a few minutes, he obliged, coating my insides with his load, and I made sure to squeeze my ass muscles to drain him completely. Once he finished cumming he stayed inside of me, reached around and jerked me off until I was cumming on the floor and in his hand, and only then did he pull out of me with a slight plop, as some of his cum followed. Luckily most of it managed to stay inside. After that, we kissed, thanked each other and I had a shower, got dressed and left, having got exactly what I had gone for - a load in my hole!

Damn good time at bookstore after work. Sucked a beautiful 8" cock on a moustached guy in suit, and raw dawged a 19 year old redneck who works on a road crew. He begged for my daddy load, and took my number once I dumped my load inside him.

I went to Peeps Too after work on Sunday to see if anyone was interested. About ten minutes after I got there, I was in the L side of a three-part gloryhole suite and saw a gorgeous, thick, curved, uncut dick come sliding through the hole. I sucked on him for about five minutes, then started dragging the tip of his dick across my ass. He didn't object, so I took a hit of poppers and pushed myself down. Did I mention he was thick? Because yeah, he was thick. Even with everything I did to prep for it, it hurt for the first minute or two, and then my "oh, hey, you're a slut" trigger kicked over and I started moaning. I was pressed against the hole holding my cheeks apart and feeling him rail my ass and guts. If he didn't punch through the second sphincter, he damn sure was knocking on that door. He unloaded in me, and so I turned around and cleaned him off with my mouth -- y'know, as you do -- and he finally pulled back, tucked himself away, and stepped out of the booth. I don't know if he said something to the next person in through the door, but about thirty seconds after I started sucking him, he started making fucking motions with his hips, so I took the hint and slid down to the pubes on him, too. Another load, another cleaning. The third guy to breed me had a smaller uncut cock, but he made up for it with stamina. He pounded me for somewhere between five and eight minutes before he started shooting. And yes, I cleaned him off too. The fourth load I took was from a gorgeous, slightly curved dick. He was probably the most vocal of the four, but I could be wrong, as I was in a fuck-haze by then. Cleaned, tucked away, and left. The fifth load was swallowed. A smaller cock, but a huge, sweet load, and I pulled his foreskin back to make sure I got every last drop. Had no luck at Peeps, but did feed my load to a cocksucker who kept gagging on my cock, and then tried to rather roughly finger my cum-filled ass. So yeah. Good night, a lot of loads, and this last week suddenly became just a little bit better.

Ring of Fire: The flick of the lighter, the warm glass pipe between my lips, the smile on my BBC guide’s face as I inhaled the toxic smoke and held it deep in my lungs like he ordered was the first flame of the inferno to come - the Ring of Fire. My BBC guide - who still had not given me his name, so he remained an anonymous master of sexual predation and exploration - was tall, stocky, with a full beard and a GIGANTIC steel pipe snaking down the right leg of his jeans that even soft was fucking impressive. He had promised earlier in the night when I was getting ready to be a whore at the sex party in the VIP Speed Breeding area, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - AND IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL.” (What follows is the continuation of the Epilogue from the story SPEED BREEDING - https://breeding.zone/topic/42050-speed-breeding/) I was on my hands and knees at Malcolm X Park waiting for the crack pipe he was hitting. Within the short time he had been in charge of me, I had already licked his boots in an alley, sucked off some guy on the sidewalk, been fucked raw by a 10-inch homeless dude in Logan Circle Park, and now was getting ready for the Ring of Fire. He had brought me to this park for a reason and like Logan Circle; it was run down, and a place where the dirtiest deeds were done. The call had gone out that a Ring of Fire was going down and just before we entered this dark space, he had said, “A RING OF FIRE IS A BBC GANG RAPE SPECIAL. SOON THIS ALCOVE WILL BE BRIMMING WITH BROTHAS ALL LOOKING TO LIGHT THEIR PIPES UP AND STAND IN A CIRCLE - CREATING A RING OF FIRE AROUND THAT WHITE PUSSY ASS AS ONE AFTER ANOTHER DICK IT DOWN, NUTT UP, AND TAG OFF.” Men were shuffling behind and to the sides of me - unsure, waiting, watching. I followed the dancing flame in the BBC’s hand and leaned on his muscular thighs, my neck craned forward like a baby chick eager for its dinner. The BBC bouncer burned a good portion of the rock he was smoking, exhaled, coughed, then turned the pipe in his hand towards me and said, “Close your lips around the glass. It will be warm, but won’t burn you. You watched me so you know the basics. I’ll swirl the flame under the rock in the bowl and when the smoke starts up you inhale deep with your lungs and suck in as much as you can and hold it. You’ll want to cough - DONT. Not at first. Hold it. It’ll feel scratchy, rough, then it like - I don’t know - slides away. Once you feel that smooth rush, exhale as the smoke and rock have done their work.” My bouncer/guide to DC’s underworld was sitting on the stone bench in the dark alcove. I was naked and on my hands and knees as ordered. While he prepped more rock on his pipe for me to hit, I kept my head down with my tongue trying to bathe his Timberland boots. The one hit I had done on the pipe already had made my tongue feel numb, given me a nasty taste, and the smell in my nostrils was a mix of burnt plastic, something sickly sweet, with a tinge of dried piss, puke, and whatever else was caking the floor of the alcove where we were. My head was swirling and my body felt all tingly, not like the high I had from snorting the cocaine. A rough hand ran over the rump of my ass, a body scooted in, I started to turn my head to look - my eyes dizzy from the dancing flames now closing in. SLAP – “KEEP YOUR FUCKING EYES ON ME,” the BBC bouncer said, “ALL THAT MATTERS IS YOU WATCHING THIS DICK GROW IN MY PANTS, THAT YOU FOCUS ON THE PIPE AS I HOLD IT OUT FOR YOU, AND THAT YOU KEEP CLEANING MY BOOTS AS THESE NICCAS RAPE FUCK THAT ASS.” The to man behind me he said, “GO ON MAN, FUCK IT. AIN’T NOTHING TO WAIT FOR. PUNCH THAT PUSSY OPEN AND LOAD IT UP - THIS WHORE’S TRYING TO BE TURNED OUT!” I grunted at the initial thrust, then moaned in pleasure as the anonymous man started stroking my hole, pushing the homeless guy’s cum from earlier back in. Mumbling words of encouragement were spatted out in between the flashes of flame heating up the various pipes. The pipe was lowered down to my mouth again and I flinched as the heat seemed awful close. My BBG guide laughed, had me suck the pipe twice more hard, then kicked me backwards a little with his boots and watched as the next dick slammed my eager ass. These guys might be drugged out fuckers, but they were like the FBI Hostage Rescue Team who’s motto is speed, surprise, and violence of action. After the first two dicks knocked me up I bent down and forward, my head resting on the BBC’s Timberlands as I raised my ass up in the air. The next dick slammed my hole deep and I grunted in pain that quickly fled, replaced by the hot tingling of the crack and joy of a dick pounding my ass ring. Voices raised, entwined, swirled through the alcove like a distorted symphony. All that mattered was the crack pipe, the BBC guiding me, his boots, and my hole being used. I might have complained about the pain on my knees, or maybe the guys fucking me said something, I don’t remember. The bouncer got me focused and said, “STAND UP - KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME YOU FUCKING WHORE. YOU’VE DONE GOOD SO FAR AND HAVE TAKEN SOME REAL NASTY NICCA DICK. LOTS MORE TO GO, BUT I WANT TO SEE THEM REALLY DIG IN THEM GUTS. HERE - HIT THE PIPE AGAIN AND KEEP DOING IT...MORE...ONCE MORE...OK NOW STAY STANDING AND BEND OVER. I WANT YOU TO PUT THAT FUCKING FACE IN MY LAP AND START SLATHERING MY DICK THROUGH MY PANTS. MY SHIT’S HARD AS HELL ALREADY WATCHING THIS SHOW, SO I NEED A BETTER VIEW OF THESE NICCAS COATING THAT PUSSY AS THEY GANG RAPE YOU AND MAKE YOU ANOTHER CRIME STATISTIC FROM THE PARK.” The next guy slammed in, reached around, found my nipples and started twisting them as hard as he could. My BBC guide laughed, “Yeah, rape that hole man - rape it good for me!” There was a thick layer of smoke hanging in the air that I could see now as the flames and shadows danced against the alcove wall. I was entranced as I caught flashes of the guy’s shadow who was fucking me pressed against mine and when he came, the shadows stuttered and paused as his body twitched and his balls mixed his DNA in with all the other. He yanked his dick out, hot cum streamed down the back of my legs and I didn’t care. The smell of multiple nutts coming out of my ass was like unleashing a 50-gallon drum of sex pheromones on the waiting crowd. I bent over the bouncer’s lap and started slathering the dark firmness of his black pipe through the fabric of his pants as another dick pushed in me with ease and used me for their breeding pleasure. I shifted my head back and forth like I was lathering a cob of corn on a butter stick and then paused and wondered, what if his dick wasn’t really as big as it seemed? What if it was just a sock or something stuffed down there? The hidden secret swelled, he cuffed my head and snarled, “GET BACK TO WORK WHORE!” I’m used to guys being verbal - hell I’m verbal too - but about the only sounds in the alcove were the flicks of lighters or matches, the heavy huffs on crack pipes and stems, the smack of BBC flesh against my white cheeks, and the grunts as one after another anonymous man flooded my ass with cum. The majority of guys were average in size, or maybe I was just too high to realize the big ones were fucking me. My hole did sort of feel like I was turning inside out as those dicks beat it good. I felt suddenly really hot and dizzy and someone set a bottle of water in my hand that I thirstily drank. Much better. The next guy that drew my attention away from the BBC’s lap did not do so because of what I felt, but his smell. I mean, this guy’s musk cut through the odor created my multiple loads up my ass, a bunch of guys - some homeless, some not - and a whole shit load of crack being smoked in a fairly enclosed space, yet I could smell him. It wasn’t a bad thing though, as his smell was wild, feral, beastly. I paused, my nostrils flared, I would have turned my head to follow the trail of ripe rankness if the BBC had not slammed my head back down into his lap. My ass hole puckered out; my legs shook. Need and fear coursed through my body. The newcomer walked to the side left side of my BBC pimp daddy, and while someone else started dicking me, I could not help but let my eyes follow this new man. My head was still pressed firmly down, but my eyes took him all in. Like my BBC guide he was tall - very tall. His shirt was partially unbuttoned exposing a big furry belly poking through, splitting the lower part of the shirt. His hair was long and matted in dreads and as he held out a large hand with a couple baggies on it for my host, I saw his nails were long, sharp, with dirt caked around the edges. Another load was dropped in my hole, the new guy stepped out of sight, and I yelped as he slid a few fingers inside my cummy rectum and began clawing at my flesh getting ready to leave his mark. “GET YOUR HEAD UP. HIT THIS PIPE - COME ON NOW - YOU GOT SOME PRIME-A BULL DICK ABOUT TO RAPE THAT ASS AND I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THAT SHIT.” Then to whatever other guys were still around, which appeared to be several from the flickers of light and sounds he said, “WATCH AND LEARN NICCAS - WATCH AND LEARN.” I looked up, my lips puckered out eager for the pipe as the bouncer watched the new guy and paused feeding me the drugs. I then cried out in absolute pain as something large and wild burst through my outer ass ring. There was like a whoosh as all the air in the alcove seemed to vanish and everyone took a step closer, bathing me in flickering flames to watch this new man fuck me. My BBC guide laughed, set his pipe to my lips, and as he moved the flame in tight little circles and I eagerly inhaled the acrid smoke he said, “That’s Nathan. Like the hot dog. Nicca gives me a run for my money for sure. Glad he’s around today. He’ll fuck that ass out good, get it nice and open for me, and well if that dick don’t send you to the hospital, there’s hope for you and I yet.” A thick wiry bush of unscaped man hair scratched at my flesh as Nathan dogged my hole. He was by far the biggest dick that had fucked me yet and I had to have more. I arched my back, adjusted my footing as best I could; I grabbed my BBC guide’s thighs with my hands to brace myself and dropped my head so his hidden shaft got the full sloppy-toppy-drool effect. Nathan was yanking me back onto his dick with full force, driving himself deeper through my tunnels and opening me up for whatever gifts he had brought to this little party. The BBC beneath my mouth expanded and lengthened as for the first time my pimp egged someone on, “RAPE THAT ASS MAN - GET THAT SHIT OPEN FOR ME. THAT PUSSY BLEEDING YET FOR YOU? HELL YEAH NICCA BANG THAT HOLE! THAT’S WHAT A CRACK WHORE GETS - WHAT A CRACK WHORE NEEDS - WHAT A CRACK WHORE WANTS! THAT ASS IS HUNGRY FOR THAT DICK MAN SO SLAM IT IN THERE. DROP THAT NUTT MAN - DROP IT!” Nathan grunted and his cum burned my inner flesh like a wildfire. I didn’t want him to stop, but he did, and as he gently eased out of my now stretched and floppy hole, he slapped my ass twice and asked, “Ya’ll round for a bit? Yeah? Cool man. I’ll swing back through and hit it again in a few. Need to run up top and re-up.” Stay Tuned for Part 2 (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Part 2: Nathan grunted and his cum burned my inner flesh like a wildfire. I didn’t want him to stop, but he did, and as he gently eased out of my now stretched and floppy hole, he slapped my ass twice and asked, “Ya’ll round for a bit? Yeah? Cool man. I’ll swing back through and hit it again in a few. Need to run up top and re-up my stash.” My BBC guide had just urged Nathan to rape my ass with his raw, crack head dick. That was the theme of this freak down - what he called a Ring of Fire - all the nasty BBC in the park that needed to breed and bust some raw hole were welcome as they stood around me, smoking their drugs, as I got used like a whore. I could barely stand and after a fresh rock and a few lungs full of smoke, I dropped to the filthy floor of the alcove where someone else shoved a ready and willing dick into my wide-open ass. I just wanted to go to sleep, to enjoy the warm tingling of the crack, and not be bothered any more. That wasn’t happening. More dick was shoved in my tore up hole and more cum was injected inside me. I had to smile as I thought again about how I had been in DC less than a week and had already taken more stranger dick than many people get in a lifetime and how it felt so fucking freeing to just not give a fuck, let go, and fucking enjoy myself and let others enjoy me as they wanted. Long nails dug into my forearm as I was helped up. The bouncer set the pipe to my lips, “You need to stay fucked up,” he said as I automatically inhaled. I realized then the guy holding me up was Nathan. I started to turn and look to see who else was still there, but Nathan held me steady, the pipe filled my lungs and cleared my head while fucking my body up. Nathan then let go of my arm with a silent ‘please don’t fall down look’ on his face as he undid the few buttons still closed on his shirt, pulled it off, and gently leaned into me as he tied it around my waist. I looked down and realized someone had slid my t-shirt over my head, my shorts back on me - damn I didn’t remember that at all. I then looked at Nathan - bull Master fucker - and mouthed a silent ‘thank you’. I meant to say it, but my throat hurt, my windpipe constricted, and no sound came out. I winced and reached down and rubbed my thighs and knees - fuck they were cut up and jacked. I staggered and wobbled sideways, but Nathan was there and caught me. The BBC bouncer - my pimp and guide - was arguing with a couple guys off to the side as Nathan led me to the front of the alcove. It was a dark and cloudy day and now had started to rain - light but steady. I winced at the change in light. I leaned against Nathan as we followed the bouncer out of the park. I laughed thinking what a sight we must be. Me, all scraped up, my legs covered in anonymous cum, with this half-naked bull of a man holding me up as I staggered down the street after my BBC crack pimp. HA! We walked south then east into the Shaw neighborhood. Dupont was the gay mecca. East of 15th was Logan, which was iffy, but was slowly getting pockets of redevelopment and people moving into the area to redo the old houses. Shaw - well Shaw was a total no go. Bad shit went down in Shaw, so while part of my mind - a super tiny part - was screaming, ’NO DON’T FOLLOW - DON’T GO’ my cracked out high part and my super hungry asshole had to have more and I didn’t give a flying fuck. Now, one might think I would have realized earlier in the week I was a whore and slut - maybe getting fucked raw by the troll at the bar my first day in DC, or letting his friends use me, or the gang bang with the guys watching the game (which after the park was a pretty light weight fuck down), or letting the homeless guy fuck me in the alley, or even the Speed Breeding. Yet it was not until that moment as those two big men were escorting me into Shaw did I really say to myself, ‘Yeah, I’m a slut and a whore for dick - and cum!’ And that was OK - it was fucking FANTASTIC! A run down block of old, wood townhouses and vacant lots was our destination and my BBC pimp led us about ¾ of the way down the street where on the right, between two vacant lots, stood a pair of old, row houses. The one on the left was painted in a vibrant, eye burning, hue of blue. Even the boards that covered the windows and gaps under the partially fallen in porch were all the same color. The house on the right was painted white, with forest green trim. The small yard was enclosed behind a gray, wire metal fence, the lawn was cut, the house looked well maintained especially compared to others on the block. The bouncer walked up the brick steps, unlocked the outer, metal meshed door, unlocked the inner door, and stepped inside, closely followed by Nathan and I. The air inside was humid and stuffy, or maybe it was just all the crack coursing through me that made it feel that way. Speaking of, I needed the pipe, or my cocaine, something, and both BBC laughed when I started begging. Fuckers! I gasped as my BBC host gripped my throat, pulled me close, and blew his crack hit directly into my mouth. I latched on as tight as I could and he fed me again, then let me hit the pipe directly. I swooned, he laughed and asked, “So you think you ready to take care of my needs now?” I just nodded, and he shook his head as he gripped his dick. “THIS THAT ELEPHANT DICK - NO HORSE DICK HERE, LIKE I TOLD YOU, ONCE I DECIDE TO FUCK THAT PUSSY YOU WILL CRY, SCREAM, TRY TO RUN AND I WON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT CAUSE LIKE I SAID, THAT PUSSY ASS IS MINE NOW.” Before I could respond Nathan had reached around from my back, untied his shirt, yanked my shorts down, and with my pimp still gripping my throat, Nathan began forcing his dry dick back inside my ass. “Get him on the floor so I can fill that gut with my piss,” our host said. Once he had drained his tank, I was ordered back up, Nathan slithered out, then I was told to get my whore ass into the kitchen and make them a sandwich and some drinks. It took me a minute - one because I was high as fuck and two because I didn’t know where he kept shit - but as I was plating their food my pimp strolled in wearing nothing but a pair of badly stained, white underwear and holding the pipe with a big, fresh rock in the bowl. “I had to make sure you were obeying like a good servant and whore,” he said. “Get the fuck on your knees and slobber on this dick - through the fabric - don’t fucking touch it! The first time you will feel the skin is when it splits that whore pussy open!” Back in the living room the two BBC sat in easy chairs, chatting, eating, drinking, and every now and then, leaning forward to feed me some more crack. I was a naked, submissive, whore whose only purpose was to entertain and please them. While our host didn’t want me touching his dick, Nathan had no such compunction and was happy to have me slurp on his thick dick head and nurse out some precum. I even tilted his dick back and suckled on his Big Foot styled nut sac and edged down to that soft spot just underneath that was caked in man musk and rank. I could feel the anticipation build as I cleared the plates and glasses, as the two BBC got fidgety and their dicks grew and slobbered. I hit the crack pipe with such desperate need! Finally, our host stood up, pointed to the stairs through the archway to the hall and said, “Get your fucking whore ass up them steps. If you need to piss or something, do it now. Bathroom’s at the end of the hall. Then get on your knees on the floor beside the bed. You got 5 minutes - then shit gets real.” I scampered up those steps liked Sarah Palin himself was chasing me. The bathroom, like the rest of the place, was clean and well organized and tended. I sat on the toilet and prayed that I was still clean and ready to be fucked. I mean, I had not eaten in fuck - I couldn’t remember how long and even my piss was sparse, dark, and almost crusty. I quickly dabbed off. The floorboards creaked as I hustled into the bedroom and positioned myself on the floor at the end of the bed that was almost centered in the middle of the room and waited. My heart raced, I licked my lips, my hole spasmed. Heavy footsteps ascended the stairs. I didn’t dare to look and kept my face down and eyes glued on the wood boards. The bed creaked, shifted, a large, hot naked body settled on the corner of the bed. I could tell from the dirty fingernails on the hand that leaned down to grab my left wrist that it was Nathan. He guided me up, turned me around, and had me back up on his black horse dick. My hole tensed and tried to close, but Nathan drove through and as he rammed himself back into my ass he said, “Oh yeah, going to slather them bootie cakes.” Nathan took his time exploring every crack and crevice of my lower intestines and then he picked up his pace and added a few new ones of his own before he barebacked another load up my ass. “Jesus,” our host said from the doorway, “I thought you were planning to camp out in that ass, not rape the shitter. You good man? Ready to help me out?” Nathan just gave a loud HMMMM as he pushed his still hard dick deeper into my hole and grabbed both of my arms tight, pinning me solidly against his body. My BBC guide walked over, set a handful of supplies down on the night stand, prepped the pipe, and with Nathan’s dick still buried inside me held the pipe to my lips and made me hit the rock. The pipe had barely left my lips before I started trying to bounce up and down on Nathan’s black rod. “RIDE THAT DICK YOU FUCKING WHORE,” my BBC pimp said, “SHOW ME HOW HUNGRY THAT PUSSY IS, HOW OPEN THAT PUSSY IS, THAT YOU READY FOR SOME OF THIS THICK LOG SPLITTING YOU DEEP!” I opened my eyes to see him standing a few feet away, his hand inside his dirty, white briefs, sliding back and forth along his hardness that was angled now up and to the left and looked like it wrapped around his hip. Oh God I had to have that! I bounced up and down harder and he smiled, stopped stroking, relit the pipe, “COME ON NOW. SHOW ME WHAT A GOOD DOPED OUT WHORE YOU ARE. I THINK THAT’S SOME GOOD PUSSY YOU GOT THERE AND I’LL SOON SEE. FUCKING HORNED ME UP WATCHING ALL THOSE NICCAS GANG RAPE IT, BREED IT, FUCKING YOU MAKE YOU PREGNANT WITH THEIR DIRTY, HOMELESS, CRACKED OUT DICKS! READY FOR THAT PUSSY TO BLEED FOR ME? OPEN IT UP FOR MY BLACK SEED?” Another few hits of the pipe and Nathan stood us up, turned us around, and with his dick still in my ass fuck/crawled us up on the bed so I was lying flat with his big bull body on my back, holding me down. Once settled, he started pumping my ass again, forcing my hole open and fuck that felt so good. I then tried to look to my left as I felt a course rubbing on my skin. Nathan’s bull body blocked everything out, but my pimp’s voice - though muffled - was clear in meaning, “I’m tying you down. I told you fucking bitches and whores always try to run. They all think they can handle it, think their pussies can take this big ol-dick. But once I rip that ring open they tap out, crying and whining and screaming. You feeling that fire? That burning in your ass? Your fucking pussy just took a whole lotta niccas up in there so you better hope your shit ain’t too tight. Fuck I ain’t stopping once I get started. I already let your new landlord and employer know you won’t be around for a few days. Once I break a pussy’s walls down, I fuck until you are so sore, loose, and gaping you’re unable to walk and that the only thing in the world that matters are the pipes – the glass one and this fucking big black one.” I tried pulling my hands closer to my body, suddenly afraid, but the coarse rope just cut into my skin. My pimp was behind me now as ropes were secured around my ankles, my legs pressed together and tied down. His voice was more distant, but still clear as Nathan’s dick stiffened in my ass as our host said, “YOU WILL GET THAT PUSSY POUNDED FOR HOUR AFTER HOUR AND WHEN MY ROCK RUNS OUT, I WILL LEAVE YOU TIED UP, GO GET MORE, BRING SOME NICCAS BACK - LET THEM RAPE YOU BLOODY - THEN I WILL START ALL OVER. I TOLD YOU, I NEED A LIVE IN WHORE WHO KNOWS HOW TO TAKE CARE OF A MAN - A WHORE WHO I CAN SLAM THIS DICK IN. LIKE I ALSO TOLD YOU - AND YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING LISTENED BUT TOO LATE NOW YOU FUCKING WHORE, YOU WILL CRY, SCREAM, TRY TO RUN AND I WON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT. THAT PUSSY ASS IS MINE NOW.” The ropes shifted, cutting into my flesh. Nathan yanked his hard dick out and rolled off my back and I heard footsteps stomping down the stairs. The bed creaked, shifted, and a sweaty body covered mine. Two large hands reached down and as my BBC pimp blew his hot breath on my neck his hands separated my cheeks exposing my hole. I held my breath as a gigantic piece of man flesh was angled into my crack, set against my asshole, and then he forcefully pushed. “YOU’RE TOO big - stop no pull it out!” I screamed. My BBC guide’s laughter was the last thing I heard before I passed out. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

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.

Later today leaving San Francisco and Folsom Street was fantastic as I took my brother. He is in heaven and can't wait till next year.

Bred by an aggressive Italian daddy top in a hotel. He hit me up on grindr and within the first two or three messages, had established that he was going to fuck me deep and breed my hole. Fuck. I went to his hotel - his pics were old and he'd put on a bit weight, but he had me on my knees and my face in his crotch ten seconds after he'd closed the door. He fucked my face for half an hour or so, reminding me to worship his cock, every so often pushing all thick eight inches down my throat so I couldn't breathe. Fuck. Then he mounted me. Loved his dirty talk - called me a pussy, reminded me that my faggot ass was made for cock, made for cum. Fucked me for about an hour before breeding me with a huge load.

Yeah, go get tested. If he's u/d and religiously on his meds, you'll be ok. but drinking, partying drugs, random sex etc can change all that. No harm in getting tested and knowing for sure. Don't give up the fucking but know what's the status.

The only way to really be sure is to go to a clinic/doctor and get tested. Your partner is poz, so should the unlikely happen and you find yourself also HIV+, surely he can support you through that, give you advice on taking care of yourself and keeping track of meds and check ups. Nice to hear you have been seeing each other for a little while, the first steps are always fun, and personally, yeah in any r/ship, I totally throw caution to the wind and ditch the condoms, cause, let's be honest. Bareback sex is awesome. Hope for the best!

Yesterday I went completely cum hungry nuts. I had a ton of work to get done and unfortunately stress leads me to trying to self soothe through being relentlessly pounded and bred. I taped he front door latch open so that anyone could walk straight into my apartment after I buzzed them in the front door and I could be waiting ass up in bed. I started the morning at about 9 AM with a fucking sexy, bearded, white, bear from BBRT who came over and licked my hole so sweetly and hungrily. He had a great thick cock and pounded me doggy style and shot in my hole. I, naturally, turned around to suck him clean which he got very excited about. He got even more excited when after he had been fingering my cummy hole I took his fingers in my mouth and ate some of his load off of them. He said "we are gonna get along just fine." He shot in me 2 more times in very quick succession and we've agreed that we should keep this up as he lives just down the street. 3 already. Within about a half hour I was hit up on Grindr by a toned, young, black guy just a 4 minute walk from me. I put my jeans on and could feel my cummy ass through them the whole walk. Got to his place and he had a nice dick and fucked me doggy style on his couch. He shot very fast cause I was so slippery already. Loads - 4. Got back to my apartment and another younger black guy hit me up on BBRT and he was over in about a half hour. I was waiting for him ass up in bed and the first thing he did was eat some of the cum from my hole. He loved tasting all of them and his tongue honestly felt amazing. He pounded me doggy and shot in my hole. Loads - 5. I took a break to get a small amount of work done but I was not satisfied yet. I got on BBRT and requested an invite to a sex part for the evening in the western burbs. I would be driving 45 minutes to get as many anonymous loads as I could. 20 minutes before I had to leave a very handsome, clean cut white man hit me up on Grindr. I asked if he would be cool with a pump and dump because I had to leave soon. He rode his bike over and he had the thickest dick I have seen in a very long time. It felt so good and was a very different sensation from being filled with a longer or more average sized cock. I loved being stretched width wise. He shot in me, as promised, extremely quickly. Loads-6. I drove the 45 minutes to the sex party and was so excited and nervous. This married couple are pros at this. Great set up and sex space in their basement. I stripped down to my jock and got on one of the mattresses with my ass up and my face down and buried. I got fucked by 3 guys in the first 15 minutes, 2 shot in me for sure, possible a 3rd. I took a break and watched a while but then resumed my position. Definitely got loaded by at least 2 or maybe 3 more guys and even had a bit of double penetration which I love. After an hour of riding cocks I was exhausted and spent so called it a night. Final load count - 10-11 I finally squeezed all these loads out of my hole into the tub so that I could see how much I had collected. It was so much cum. I was amazed. I love how fucking warm the puddle was and I couldnt help but pick it up again and rub it all over my hole and ass, fingering some back in. I was in heaven. I finally called it a night and woke up today sore but still horny... Trying to be productive and stay off the apps but damn... My hole is so fucking hungry all the time.

Laying here on my bed with a fresh load in my ass. Got online as soon as my partner left for work, and quickly found an early 30s blatino cub that felt like breeding. Gave him the address and he found me ass up. I love ass up because of that first moment where their cock touches your ass — you don’t necessarily know how big it is before. Felt his cockhead on my hole and immediately hit the poppers. His cock was thick and long and he wasted no time going balls deep. Aggressive little fucker who got off spanking my ass and pulling my hair, telling me that it was his hole now. He threw a pretty good fuck for 20 min or so before dumping deep up my ass. He held me in place for a minute or so, telling me that he wanted me to soak up his seed. Then he took off and I got back online looking for more (and to type this). And I added him to my tally — he’s the 93rd guy and 149th load in me this year.

Did the Nud party at Club 80 last night, spent a good part of the night in a dark back corner, no idea who was fucking me and was lucky enough to score a few loads. Of the dozen or so cocks I took, I can only identify 2 of them, the rest were anon, I was head down, arse up and letting anyone have their way with me. It's so much fun being such a dirty whore.

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?

Chapter XX My love and I started talking almost at the same time. We were both aghast at what was happening, but we didn't want HIV. What were we to do? Our friends are being picked off one by one. We couldn't live with that, could we? We argued for an hour and then we heard a ping as another email came through. We rushed to check it out. It was another vid from the bar owner. His explanation came first telling us this was going to be live this time. Another of our friends had stopped at the bar an he had invited him in the back for 'special' treatment and he had accepted it after looking at the poz guys bulge in his tight pants. He told us to watch closely now and laughed. The camera then drew back and there was our friend on the bed naked. The poz guy was naked also and was hard as a rock an walking slowly towards our friend who could not take his eyes off of that huge cock, waving at him as he approached. Our friend had to lick his lips and was gulping some at the size of the cock he was going have in him soon. The bar owner climbed on the bed and raised our friends legs over his shoulders and started to rim his hole. Then he rammed his fingers in at the same time, grinding them in and around and dragging his nails against his insides on the out stroke. Our friend groaned as this went on, pain and pleasure combined building a need for release. Soon the poz guy pulled his fingers out, covered in blood, and before our friend could move he raised up and rammed his huge cock into him with one bone jarring thrust. He had turned the sound off, but we could tell our friend screamed. It had to have hurt like hell with what was almost like an arm being rammed clear into him all at once. Then the real fuck started. He was ramming as hard as possible, every in and out fast and hard. There was only one purpose in this, to poz his neg hole. We could only watch in morbid fascination to what was happening to our friend. The camera was catching it all. Then the poz guy reached out and got ahold of the camera and pointed it at our friends face as he continued to pound him relentlessly. Our friends pain was being replaced by rapture as his hole was destroyed but his pleasure increased and the pain faded to the background. This went on an on, for a good half an hour before we could see the poz guy starting to thrust evne more violently and then with one last thrust, he held still and was filling our buddy full of his poz cum. They laid still for a bit and then the bar owner got up and came away from the bed and turned his sound on long enough to say, "How many more of your friends are you two going to sacrifice to me before you come and get what you know deep down you want?:" With that the connection was broken. My love and I both sat and cried.

Epilogue - A Ring of Fire: A black hand snatched the wad of cash - my tips from the Speed Breeding and anonymous dick/cum I had taken - then he took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black bouncer/guard I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” Before I replied I gave him and up/down once over look and my ass shivered in anticipation. He was tall, stocky, with a full beard and a GIGANTIC steel pipe snaking down the right leg of his jeans that even soft was fucking impressive. Garrett patted me on the shoulder and laughed, “I’ll see you at home - good job tonight.” My black escort called out behind him, “Don’t wait up.” I smiled at his boldness, bent over to pick up my shorts, shirt, and full bottle of cocaine Garrett had left for me and yelped as two, calloused fingers started violating my hole as his other hand pressed down on my back. “How many loads you take in that ass tonight,” he asked? I ignored the question as I snorted some powder, wiped my nose, and started to push back, riding those digits. He chuckled, “Fucking bitch - you’re in heat huh? Like I told you, YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN.” He growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - and IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. Now that pussy ass is mine. You ain’t ready yet and frankly never will be until I get done fucking is the first time.” All that talk just made me want it and want it now and I started moaning and riding his fingers harder even as he tried adding a third and turning his hand from vertical to horizontal to cut me up and stretch me out. The sharp pain was joyous and I pushed back on it. He started slicing and dicing my wet hole as he continued, “I’M TELLING YOU NOW. YOU AIN’T READY, BUT I’LL GET YOU CLOSER AND AFTER YOU’VE SHOWN ME YOU CAN BE A REAL WHORE AND SLUT FOR GOOD BLACK DICK - NOT THESE PANTY ASS WHITE DING A LINGS THAT SNUCK THROUGH HERE TONIGHT - BUT REAL NICCA DICK - WHEN I THINK THAT PUSSY IS SET, YOU WILL CRY, SCREAM, TRY TO RUN AND I WON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT CAUSE LIKE I SAID, THAT PUSSY ASS IS MINE NOW. SO QUIT DICKIN AROUND, GATHER YOUR SHIT AND COME ON.” Damn it! What do you call it when a bottom is left hanging like that? Tops get blue balls but what do bottoms get? Blue asshole? I followed him out of the warehouse and had to hustle to keep up. He quickly crossed the street and entered a short alley that cut the block in half and ran between a little neighborhood grocery store and an old bar that only seemed to be open for the daytime drunks. He stopped, turned fast for such a big guy, put his hand around my throat and shoved me against the brick wall, “Hold my fucking lighter for me, then once I start hitting my pipe I want you to get on your hands and knees and lick my boots.” I paused, “What if someone comes by?” I garbled. He just shook his head, “Like I give a shit. They can either watch the show or join in.” Then, with only the glow from his lighter as I tried to hold it steady, he reached down, rolled up cuff of his jeans and extracted a silver case from the top of his Timberlands. I watched as he deftly removed a glass pipe that had a stem about 3 inches long with a gum drop sized bowl on the end. He then stuffed a wadded up piece of Chore Boy metal cleaning pad that he had pre-balled and burned a bit to get the orange coloring off into the bowl. Next he tapped a big yellowish rock out of a little baggy, set it on top of the metal wadding, latched the case close and slid it back into his boot top. He took the lighter, kicked me, “Get on your fucking knees - wait - take them shorts off so I see that ass - there you go - now get on your knees and clean them boots.” I started slurping on his Timberlands as the BBC flicked his lighter, got the rock melting, then inhaled. I reached up to stroke that long dick I was so eager to taste and feel and got knocked up side the head as he coughed out a toxic cloud, “FUCK THAT SHIT OFF. KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS TO YOURSELF AND THAT TONGUE ON MY BOOTS. YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO SERVE A REAL MAN - THAT STARTS BY OBEYING AND KEEPS GOING BY YOU ATTENDING TO MY NEEDS. RIGHT NOW - MY NEED IS YOU TO BATHE MY TIMBS WITH THAT TONGUE. LATER - MY NEED WILL BE TO BREED YOU SO DEEP YOU’LL GET FLUID IN YOUR LUNGS - NUTT PNEUMONIA.” Having finished up the rock, he reached down with his calloused hands, patted me on the head, took his metal case back out of his boot, set the pipe back inside, tucked it back in and said, “Get up. Get your shorts on. Come on.” About a block away as we headed east we paused at the corner. We stood by the vacant building for about 5 minutes - him tweaking and me snorting coke from my bottle. A few cars were on 14th Street, but it was not until one slowed, then circled round the block and came down the side street that he moved. He eased out to the edge of the sidewalk, the car stopped, window rolled down, the black guy inside leaned over and he and my bouncer escort exchanged words. The car then backed up away from the lit corner and turned it’s lights off. I followed along and the driver got out, walked to the passenger side, and leaned against the door as we approached. My BBC bouncer pulled the wad of my cash tips from his pocket, peeled off a $10, handed it to the guy, who smiled, unbuckled his pants, and dropped them to the pavement. “Suck his dick,” I was ordered. I looked from one guy to the other and while I wanted to get fucked, got on my knees, grabbed the guy’s hips and started slurping. I didn’t care if someone might walk by - which given the location and time of night was unlikely and the fact that my BBC bouncer was standing behind me watching. “SUCK THAT DICK YOU WHORE - SUCK IT!” the car’s driver said as he started pumping my throat. I did for a bit, but my B.I.C. (Bottom In Charge) role took over and I pulled back, looked up, and breathlessly asked, “Want to fuck me?” That got me a hard boot to the back as a silent ‘shut up’ from my BBC guide, and as the driver did not respond I shrugged, and focused on working my mouth hole instead. The driver’s hands grabbed the back of my head and he started thrusting, pumping, and filled my mouth with a pint of man cum. Satisfied I had sucked him dry he let go of my head, I leaned back, he zipped up, walked around the front of the car, got in, and drove off. I got off the sidewalk and the BBC bouncer said, “You still need to learn. A man’s needs is not always about getting pussy - well it is - but sometimes a nicca just wants a quick blow job or BJ. You need to learn about the niccas here. Take the dick however they offer it. If they are in their car, they are usually just looking for a quick blow job before heading home. If you need more, you need to offer a little something - a little cash but also offering to take it unwrapped is good - they like whore pussy they can pop and drop a nutt in. Now, you’re gonna have to do better if you want me to fuck that ass.” Damn! I had to hustle again to catch up as he headed back to the corner at 14th. “Hey, I never got your name,” I said as I got up to him. He paused, looked at me and said, “No, you didn’t.” Fuck that was hot! Here I was following some anonymous BBC, taking anonymous loads on the street because he said so, all because I was a dick hungry cock hound. I was busy snorting from my bottle when he did a quick step across the street ahead of an oncoming car. I had to wait for the car to pass then practically run to catch up. We turned east on P Street and a block up, crossed over to Logan Circle Park. Tall, wiry bushes had turned what was once a broad walkway into the small park into nothing more than a slim, game trail. Another example of DC’s failed government back at the time. Shadows moved off to the sides - sounds of sex could be heard, voices low, bodies smacking together, and as we got to the middle of the park I could see a small group of men standing under the statute of Commander John Logan astride his horse, looking forlornly over the rundown park. “Stay here,” my BBC guide said. Bits of light randomly shone from the streetlamps that circled the park. Any lamps within the park were long broken, but there was enough light to make out the basics. It was also starting to approach morning, yet a dark and overcast one. Fitting for the dark places I was being taken in DC’s underbelly. I looked down at the remnants of an old park bench, which now was nothing more than a metal leg/end piece bolted to cracked concrete and a few bits of rotten wood. I took my bottle out, snorted some coke, and watched as my guide eased up to the group, shook some hands, then turned his back to me as he did his business. Was he finding me more dick? “Are they going to fuck me?” I asked as he came back to where I was standing. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back down the path a couple of steps and quietly said, “No. Something else to learn if you are going to chase street dick is that it’s almost always best to catch guys who are alone. Sitting alone, walking alone, driving alone. Those dudes up there? They’re here for business - slinging dope, rock, needles, whatever. Now, they don’t bother folks who come here to fuck around they just don’t want to be bothered and if you had gone up to ask them if they wanted to fuck you’d get beat down. True - I know some of those niccas would roll up in that ass another place - another time - but this is their business time.” I looked crestfallen and swayed a bit as I snorted some more coke. “Easy there pussy boy,” my BBC bouncer said as he steadied me. “I want you fucked up, not dropped out, cause I’ll leave your ass where it falls. Don’t worry. I came here to get as much rock as they could offer with that nice wad of cash of yours. When I fuck you, I want to be lit as that makes me horny as shit and I want you lit too. You’ll see - the pipe will make you climb my dick like a pro – at least for the second round. You’ll be lucky to stay conscious for the first one. I also got someone here for you to see to see how good of a whore you are and then - then if you do my man right, we’ll see about what comes next.” Well that perked me right up and in my excitement I ran right into the back of my BBC guide who had stopped in the middle of the trail, seemed to orient himself, then pushed through a small gap in the bushes on the left side of the path. Lucky for me he was tall and created a darker shadow to follow. He only went about 5-feet before he stopped, and asked, “How’s it going Russell?” I stepped up beside my guide into a small space that had been beat out in the middle of a bunch of the tall bushes. There was a black guy who was clearly homeless sitting on the ground, smoking a hand rolled cigarette, his face highlighted by the cast from a little fire burning in coffee can. My BBC guide pulled out my stack of tips that he had left, peeled off a $5, tossed it on the ground and said, “I brought you some white ass. Got a fresh boy here who’s trying to learn to be a good street whore and I know with how things are, you don’t get pussy like you used to. Figured you could use some.” The homeless man groaned as he stood up, looked at me, “You trying to take some dick boy?” he asked. I looked from him to my BBC bouncer and back. Yeah I had taken the guy on the street corner up from Garrett’s house who was begging for money, but that was really my only experience with homeless dick and somehow this seemed - ‘worse’. “Yes,” I said. He huffed liked he didn’t believe me. I dropped my shorts, turned, “Come on, stick it in me,” I said. He laughed, “What? You think I lay up around here with a hard dick just waiting for pussy to stumble on by? You got to work my shit first. Nice ass though. You gonna let me bust one in it? Want me to wipe my dick off a bit before you start sucking it? No? Jesus man, think you may have a real freak whore here.” I got on my knees, careful not to tip over the coffee can fire pit and although the dick he pulled out of his pants was crusted, ripe, and smelled like an outhouse, I gobbled that stink stick down. My BBC guardian stood behind us watching and smoking a fresh rock on his pipe as I worked the flesh pipe in my mouth, got it hard, turned around, and let him push it into my ass. “I WANT YOUR CUM IN ME RUSSELL, FUCK IT - FUCK ME GOOD - YEAH JUST LIKE THAT,” I said as the filthy 10-incher pushed in and out of my hole. “CREAM MY WHITE PUSSY MAN, PU T THAT LOAD IN, FUCK IT HARDER, GO ON, HARDER, PLEASE – CUM IN ME…” A few minutes of me talking dirty later, Russell was close, “YOU A NASTY ONE AIN’T YA? HOT DAMN THAT’S GOOD ASS - READY FOR THIS CUM IN THAT ASS? DON’T PULL AWAY NOW - I’M JUST ABOUT THERE - JUST ABOUT THERE - HERE YOU GO - FILLING THAT WHITE ASSHOLE UP - FILLING YOU UP WITH MY DARK ROAST. PUMPING THAT PUSSY FULL WITH MY BIG LOAD.” Russell kept jamming my hole as squirt after squirt was added to the cum remnants already inside me. Finally spent, he yanked his dick out, ordered me to clean it off, and once done, plopped back down on the ground and tossed some more bits of paper and refuse in his coffee can fire, fanning the little flames to life. My BBC guide tucked his pipe back into his boot top, led the way out through the bramble path, and before we cleared the brush he stopped, turned, grabbed me by throat and pulled me close. His beard tickled my face as the wisps of crack smoke from his lungs tickled my nose, “Reach down and touch my fucking dick,” he ordered. I would have gasped in wonder if his hand had been looser. All I could do was gurgle a bit. “Seeing that shit made my dick rock hard. FUCK! If it was later at night I would take your ass right here - let you bleed out in the bushes as I rape that pussy to death - maybe another night,” he warned. I shook with anticipation. He let go, we cleared the brush line, he stopped, looked around like he was getting his bearings, then smiled, “I got the perfect place to go next. Spot be hopping 24/7.” We headed zig-zag north a few blocks, then cut to the west, back over to 14th Street, then further north, and cut west again to 15th. At W Street we turned left and immediately veered right off the sidewalk onto a paved path. My BBC guide had been laser focused on our destination and had barely said two words to me. He seemed like he was jonesing for his pipe – about as bad as I was in need of his - and when I pulled out my bottle of coke to snort some he snatched it from me, stuffed it in his pocket and said, “No. No more. You need to do this next part without flashing that damn bottle to the fucking world. Safer that way, plus I need you ready for the pipe.” He now paused, looked around, there were a few passing the intersection a block over on 16th, but otherwise the streets were quiet. “This is Malcolm X Park,” he explained with a wave to the dark, unlit, path. “The park runs oh several blocks up the hill. The white folks call it Meridian Hill Park. Trying to white wash it like everything else in this city. For now, it’s still the place to go for 24/7 freak shit. Drugs, street trade, just niccas looking to hang and smoke, get a blow job, fuck some ass or pussy. Once we walk through them posts there you stick close. If you with me, no one will fuck with you - well they will - but you know, they won’t try to rob or hurt you or shit. About half way up is a spot I know. Used to be a pump house or something for the fountain that is cut back deep into a wall. I know we’ll find the freak shit there that I want – them rough street trade niccas that will gang rape that pussy good and get it ready for me.” I suddenly got nervous and touched his arm, “Won’t we get busted or arrested or something?” I asked. He laughed, “ Fuck no! The cops know better than to go in there even in the day. Neighbors too. They all stay out, that is of course unless they scoping. This is where shit goes down and oh, right about now, we’ll run into the dudes who have gotten off the night shift, or have been at the after parties and too fucked up to go home, or are fucked up enough to get down on the DL, or guys like me who can come here and get what I want by force if need be and no one saying shit. Hell, I think the cops and the city like leaving it like this. Rundown, overgrown, lights all broken and shit. Cheaper, but keeps the wild shit in a central spot. Otherwise you’d have brothas and the Latinos, and the Maryland boys spread out from Adams Morgan, to Logan Circle, to Capitol Hill trying to find some little spot to get into just a minute of innocent trouble.” Sure didn’t sound like anything innocent happened in this place. Like Logan Circle’s park, this one was overgrown, strewn with trash, lights were busted, and as I gazed up the multi-tiered fountain and steps that cascaded down the hillside, I thought this would be a fucking awesome Halloween haunt. Only it wasn’t All Hallows Eve - it was a hazy morning in the nation’s capital, yet I still hoped for some demons to spawn inside my living flesh. “Wait here,” my BBC guide said as we got about halfway up the Hill and angled off to the right into a thicket of hollies that opened before stone archway. Flickers of lighters and matches were like Polaroid snapshots of the men milling about inside. Two guys passed me heading back the way we came. The looks they gave me were a mix of curiosity and a warning like I was treading on ground where I didn’t belong. A few seconds later the bouncer rejoined me, wrapped his hand tight around my throat and put his face close to mine again, “It’s time. Time to get that ass fucked good. My buddies say the spot’s jumping this morning with limited options, so that means you’re gonna get all the fucking nicca dick and nutt you can handle. Here’s how this is playing out. You and I are going in there and off to the back and side is a stone bench. I’m gonna sit back, kick out my feet, hit my rock, and watch the fucking show. You - you are gonna get naked, get on your fucking hands and knees and lick my boots again. Then - then you are going to experience a RING OF FIRE.” “What is a RING OF FIRE?” I asked. Fingers squeezed tighter to cut off any other questions. “A RING OF FIRE IS A BBC GANG RAPE SPECIAL. THE CALL HAS GONE OUT TO EVERY FUCKING CRACK HEAD IN THE PARK - THAT’S WHERE THOSE GUYS WENT OFF TOO. SOON THIS ALCOVE WILL BE BRIMMING WITH BROTHAS ALL LOOKING TO LIGHT THEIR PIPES UP AND STAND IN A CIRCLE - CREATING A RING OF FIRE AROUND THAT WHITE PUSSY ASS AS ONE AFTER ANOTHER DICK IT DOWN, NUTT UP, AND TAG OFF. YOU MENTIONED YOU TOOK A FEW DICKS THE OTHER NIGHT AT SOME GUY’S HOUSE WITH HIM AND HIS HOMIES WATCHING THE GAME. THAT’S LIGHT WEIGHT SHIT. YOU IN THE RING NOW WITH HEAVY WEIGHT ROCK STARS. COME ON. WHILE WE WAIT, YOU NEED TO GET READY AND THE FIRST FLAME TO GET LIT IN THIS RING WILL BE YOU - TIME FOR YOU TO BECOME A CRACKHEAD WHORE! TIME FOR YOU TO GET BURNED BY THE RING OF FIRE SO THEN IT WILL BE MY TURN AS MY SEED NEEDS TO COME OUT AND BURN THAT ASS!” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

PART 3 of Speed Breeding: All I knew about what was going to happen was when C.O. - a local, thug pimp who ran young twink guys on the street - dropped me off at Garrett’s house and told me, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” Garrett and his two homeless BBC buddies had spent the night keeping me filled with cocaine, Garrett’s troll dick, and raw BBC. Garrett said I needed to be fully trained and prepared for Friday night’s sex party where I would be one of two featured bottoms for the VIPs in the Speed Breeding booths. I would be naked and for $20, the tops - ANY top - could fuck me raw and cum in my ass - no questions asked. This was about 20 years ago when there was no PREP, no sex sites promoting BB fucking, and when safe sex and the AIDS-scare meant that raw fucking was a totally underground, taboo activity. Thus the appeal for these men. No awkward discussions on status. No demands at the last minute to wear a condom. No concern about some bitchy queen making a scene at the bar the next time they had a drink about them not playing safe. While I had never done anything like that before, I knew I wanted to and needed to - bad! So far, anything Garrett had thrown at me I had done and taken from his homeless buddies, to the panhandler up on the corner, to Garrett breeding me raw in the bar with his ugly old troll dick minutes after I met him. OK, so I was high on cocaine - coke - for most of it. But fuck it. Time to live a little. I had recently tested POZ and again - 20 years ago - that meant I probably had on a couple of good years left if that. I planned to go out in a blaze of glory and fucking enjoy life for once. Garrett had broken off from the triple tag play twice during the evening as his regular sweater queen butt buddies showed up apparently needing some troll dick too. Garrett laughed when he came back downstairs to my new basement apartment in his townhouse and slid right back up my ass, “You ever taken a dick right after it’s been up someone else’s ass?” he asked, “Wait until Speed Breeding, that’ll be the least freakiest part of it. Much of the ‘sex’ party is mostly posers walking around with a little grabbing, stroking, and sucking. It’s mostly watching and the tease of real sex. A few guys fuck in the corners for sure, but most folks are still too up tight to go all out so that’s where the Speed Breeding comes in. I need to ensure my guests don’t leave with blue balls.” I awoke sometime Wednesday morning much like the morning before in the midst of a tangle of homeless BBC man flesh and like the pig I was becoming reached back and guided a bruiser shaft into my ass. “Fucking cunt,” my guest said as he slid in my ass and began pumping, which awoke his buddy and soon two more loads were inside me. While they took turns using the shower and bathroom and gathering their shit up, I snorted a few lines of coke off a plate Garrett had left and tip toed up the stairs, pausing at the door to the first floor in case Garrett had company. I peeked around the kitchen and saw it was just him. Yeah the morning light only made his haggard, troll features more pronounced but as a thank you I calmly walked in, he turned, and I presented my cummy hole for inspection. “God damn,” Garrett said as he slid in me, BBC nutt sprinkling the linoleum beneath our feet, “You trying to wear my dick down to a nub? I literally cannot bust a load now no matter how much I try. Here, have some coffee. But, with the party on Friday you need to just do liquids for the next two days. No food. It’s important that you are ‘clean’ during the party if you know what I mean. While a cummy hole is one thing….” I smiled, “No worries. I understand. I’m not hungry anyways.” Garrett laughed, slid out of my hole, and as I kneeled and licked his shaft clean he sighed. Once done he handed me a fresh plate, “Good thing I got enough coke to kill an elephant. Fuck - for a newbie you can put that shit down and have a tolerance that most men would envy - and an ass too.” Well I was up, wired, and with our guests gone I followed Garrett up to the third floor of his town house, which served as his extended office. It looked like it had originally been a couple of bedrooms, but he had opened the walls, and the room was filled with boxes, shelves, papers, and God knew what. He adjusted his dick in his boxers as he sat at an old, oak desk, his coffee cup making a fresh ring of moisture on the wood, “As you can see. I told you I need the help.” Thanks to the plentiful cocaine, time flew and while I’m not sure we really did much that first day, it did make me realize there was clearly much more to Garrett than what one might initially see - both as a person and a business man. A deep voice bellowed from downstairs, “WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT MAN?” It was C.O., the pimp. Garrett looked at his watch and said, “I believe you have plans tonight? C.O. may be rough around the edges, but he will protect you, so no matter how new, scary, or whatever the situation may appear, just know he will bring you back home safe and sound.” Home. Part of me had not been sure I would ever have that again, but within a few days I had found one, and new friends. Speaking of, C.O. bellowed again and I laughed, “GET THAT FUCKING WHITE BUSSY DOWN HERE! YOU KNOW PLAYIN COY AND SHIT AIN’T HOPPIN. WHERE’S DAT WHORE? MY NICCAS WAITING ON THAT TWEAKER ASS BUT FIRST I NEED ME A TASTE SO I CAN PUNISH SOME GUTS! I GOTZ SOME MILK FOR THEM TASTEE-OS, DOES A BOOTY GOOD!” Oh yeah, I liked him! Garrett stayed in his office as I went downstairs to greet our guest. C.O. was standing on the lower landing, looking up, and seemed to enjoy the peaks of flesh my running shorts created as I came down the stairs. I stopped a few steps above him so I could look him in the eye, “YOU READY TO GET SOME MANDINGO DICK ALL UP THEM GUTS?” he asked, “READY TO LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS IT TO CLIMB UP IN THAT BUSSY AND BEAT IT DEEP?” C.O. got his answer a minute later as I lay on my back on the sheets still moist and stanking from the homeless BBC tag team and begged him to ‘fuck my white cunt’. I stuffed a few bags of coke in my short’s pocket and we as drove to meet up with his friends C.O. blew some smoke out the driver’s side window, grabbed the bulge in his pants and said, “WHEN WE GET IN THE JOINT I WANT YOU TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. I’LL SET YOU UP IN THE FRONT ROOM. IF A NICCA SLAPS YOU - SAY THANK YOU. IF HE SPITS ON YOU - SAY THANK YOU. IF HE PINS YOU DOWN AND RIPS THAT CUNT RAW AS HE TALKS SMACK - SAY THANK YOU - NOTHING ELSE. WHORE’S DON’T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO YOU HEAR ME? YOU UNDERSTAND? WE AIN’T PLAYIN HERE. THESE NICCAS MAY START OUT ONE OFF AND A BIT EASY BUT TRUST - AS THE GAME GOES ON, ADRENALINE PUMPS, DRUGS AND DRINK LOOSEN THE BROTHAS UP - SHIT’S GOING TO GET BUCK WILD.” Well, the night was far more that I could have ever imagined and rare that someone can honestly and truly say they were gang raped. Any resistance my ass had was broken. Any instinct to resist, push back, run, tap out, was fucked out me. It is amazing what one can endure and now when I hear tops speak about a bottom that said they couldn’t take a 8-inch dick I laugh - they have no fucking idea how to be a true bottom - a true slut - a true whore for cum and dick and even if you have to pay for the experience, it makes your future life as a bottom so fucking much better! C.O. drove me home several hours later. He double parked, eased me out of the passenger’s seat, and held me up as we walked down the driveway between the two townhouses to the back yard gate and the entrance to my basement apartment. I fumbled with the keys - my mind and body beyond my control right then. Next thing I knew I was face down in the small patch of grass in Garrett’s backyard as C.O. drove his elongated black dick into my well-used ass. “FUCKING WHORE CUNT. LOVE THAT WHITE PINK PUSSY. YOU BEST BE LEAVING YOUR DOOR UNLOCKED AT NIGHT OTHERWISE I WOULD HATE TO HAVE TO BREAK MY MAN’S SHIT UP TO GET IN AND TAKE WHAT I NEED. NOW THAT I KNOW YOU A TRUE FREAK SLUT, MAYBE WILL SEND A FEW GUYS OVER ON THE REGULAR, OFFER SOME OFF-THE-MENU SIDE SNATCH FOR THOSE CUSTOMERS WHO WANT SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE OFF THE STREET GRID.” Garrett was waiting in my apartment when I was plopped on the bed. Had he heard us in the yard? Had the neighbors? Garrett shoved a couple pills in my mouth and held up a glass to make me drink like I was an invalid and then I was out. “Drink this,” a distant voice said. Once, twice maybe? I rolled over and moaned. Jesus fuck my body was sore. I swiped a hand across my face - fuck I stank too - or it was the sheets - or all of the above. I eased to an upright position and on the small table by the bed was a pitcher of orange juice, slightly melted ice cubes in a glass, and a plate of cocaine - fat, long lines of snow white - fitting as it was an old troll/dwarf who left them for me. I tried to snort the coke first but my throat was so dry I just gagged and coughed and huffed half of it right back out. A glass of juice later I was better, and then a few lines, more juice, and I was raring to go. I got off the bed, threw on a t-shirt and shorts and slowly made my way upstairs. Garrett was not on the first floor, it was daylight out, and the clock said 2:00 p.m. There was more coke in the kitchen and I needed it. Wiping my nose I slowly took step after step up to the third floor and found Garrett behind his desk. He smiled, “And on the third day Christ arose,” he said. I squinted my eyes in question, “Ok, it’s been two days, You’re early. But still.” It was Friday? I had been out like what 30+ hours? A fucking ton of coke later and I was wired and raring to bend over for a donkey dick - literally. Garrett led me to the warehouse where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” In response I tried to snap the finger off that he had wedged in my hole, then bent over, opened up like a summer flower, and waited for him to put his stinger in me to fill me with his nectar. Yeah, Speed Breeding was going to be fucking fun! Stay tuned for part 4. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. 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I don't really write that often (or ever before, to be specific), so let me know what you guys think. +++ I probably should've been more careful. I've lived with my uncle for a while now, having moved there when my dad was sent off to prison. My mom had died not long after I was born, which left me being sent to the closest relatives I had. Turned out that was my uncle Eric. He was a good guy, but these days, he was pretty busy. The auto shop he worked at had acquired a contract with a major local rental company and handled most of their repairs. Today, like most days, he was off working at the shop, probably late into the evening. I was used to that. What I wasn't used to was having dad back home. When I was a kid a ten year sentence sounded like an eternity. In reality, time passes quickly, and he's been nothing but an absolute dick since he'd gotten out. Eric had tried to get him a job at the shop, but that quickly went south, since dad didn't take kindly to being ordered around. Prison hadn't done him any favors in that department, and my uncle said he was a surly bastard before that. I don't remember too much of him from before, really, but he sure as hell hadn't gotten nicer. Seeing as Eric was gone all day as usual, I guess I'd assumed dad would be out, too. He was supposed to be headed to follow up on a few job opportunities today, and Eric had dropped him off in town in the morning. I had stayed home, as usual, and when the gardener had come around during mid-day, we did our usual thing. Mitch was the first (and only) guy I'd fucked. He'd been my uncle's gardener for years, and given all the work he did around the house, he had a muscular, rugged frame. He was a local guy, about fifteen or so years older than me. There were more days than I could count where I'd spent the afternoon sitting at the window, watching him haul his sweaty shirt off his body to reveal that bearish physique, hairy body dripping with sweat. I was a teenager the first time he caught me trying to get a peek at his dick, and after pleading with him not to tell my uncle Eric, I managed to convince him to let me have a good look. A good look turned into a blow job (which apparently, I was a natural at), and before long, we had a steady routine with him going out, doing the yard work, then coming inside and stripping down, lowing his hairy, beefy body on top of me to fuck my face and throat. Admittedly, that was easier said than done; he had a meaty seven inch cock, and it had taken some getting used to when he'd thrust it down my throat in the throes of a good skullfuck. Of course, it didn't take too long for him to go further south and have a go at my hole. That truly had been an undertaking, but once he was balls deep in me, I couldn't get enough of it. We only got worse then, even getting me to convince my uncle that the yard needed more upkeep. Every time he came over now, he spent more time pounding me than out in the yard. That's what we were up to today, with him up on top of me, groaning with delight. "Jesus, Mason, I can feel your pussy pulling me in," he panted, sweat dripping down from his brow onto my chest. I could feel the entire bed rocking with his thrusts, my body bouncing back and forth with it as well. I kept an ear out for the sound of my uncle's bike pulling up, as that was usually our cue to pack up and get decent, though at this point in the day, I figured there was little chance that would happen. Imagine my surprise, then, when the sensation of Mitch's shaft pumping in and out of me was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open. Mitch fell off of me in a surprised heap, and behind him was my dad, his face looking bewildered. I wasn't really sure how to react; after all, I was naked, with my hole exposed right then and there. "The FUCK is this, boy?" his voice snarled out, and I could hear Mitch scrambling to his feet, stuttering as he gathered up his clothes. He didn't even take the condom off before pulling his underwear on. For his part, my dad glanced over at him, scoffed a bit, then turned back to me, ignoring the other man in the room while he stared me down. "You got me out looking for jobs when apparently we've a perfectly good whore on our hands right here," he said, and I found myself stammering, not even sure how to respond. Mitch was bright red, his clothes barely hanging on as he bolted out of the door. I could hear the door slam downstairs, my heart racing as dad stood there, leering. "Well? Anything to say?" "D-Dad, I swear, it's not like that," I stammer, and he leers at me, grinning now. "Well, I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be now," he says, latching the door shut. I made a move to get off the bed, but he quickly shouted, "Stay right as you are, boy. I didn't tell you to get dressed." I froze, my heart hammering away. I could smell the booze on him from here; clearly, he'd gone out and gotten drunk instead of going to get a job as he'd said. He made his way over to the bed, shrugging off his coat as he did. "I'm gonna see about getting in touch with a couple of my buddies to find some men looking for some tight pussy to fuck. You're gonna do what they ask, they're gonna pay me, and that's that. You understand?" "Dad, I --" I started, but the look he gave me was enough to convince me otherwise. I could see his jaw twitch, and I paled, for once wishing my uncle would get home early. Dad seemed satisfied by my silence, then continued. "On that note, it's been too damn long since I got a chance to breed some hole. Given that you're all ready to go, I'm gonna be your first John," he said, then reached down to pull off his shirt. I had avoided him since he'd gotten back, and so I had yet to see what he looked like shirtless. His torso was covered in varous tattoos, some of them there from when I was a kid, but others entirely new. The one that stood out the most was the one right above his groin: a biohazard symbol, much cleaner and newer than the ones around it. I was no fool; I knew exactly what that meant. Apparently, the look on my face said it too, as a predatory grin spread across dad's face once he looked up from taking his jeans off. "Looks like I don't need to explain the next part." Now fully naked, I found myself trying to crawl away from him, his massive form dwarfing mine. I'd inherited his beefy build, sure, but given how much younger I was and the fact that he'd been lifting weights longer than I'd been alive, he was an absolute beast of a bear, barrel-chested with a beefy gut and thick limbs. I felt one hand reach and grab at my leg while the other pinned me down, the weight seeming impossibly huge as I felt him force my leg up to my chest. "It's gonna hurt, boy, but you might as well start getting used to it," he said, roughly folding me up with his weight as his hand slammed down over my lips, muffling my protests. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the terrible reality of the situation setting in. I struggled, but all I could really do was wriggle around under him, flexing and whimpering helplessly. Meanwhile, I could feel his hairy body rubbing against me, his cock slapping up against my beefy ass. I could feel it pulsing, growing thicker with every second. He rubbed it back and forth down my crack, sighing some as he threw his head back. "Can't wait to hear what the guys say when I tell them I've found a pussy for us to use," he said, and even as I struggled, he moved his hardening shaft back, letting it slide downward until the head was right at the still-open entrance to my hole. There was no warning, no preparation. He didn't even lube it up before pushing forward and sliding into me. Luckily for me, Mitch had lubed up before fucking me, but even then, given how much bigger my dad was, it was impossible not to cry out into his hand, my hole burning. "Holy shit, that's tight," he chuckled, whistling a bit to himself. I could see him grinning even with the tears blurring my vision, and as my hole tightened in protest, he increased the pressure, forcing it deeper and deeper, splitting me in two. I gasped out in agony, his hand only tightening. When that hairy groin finally pressed up against my ass, I felt like he was punching me in the gut with it, my belly aching from the feeling of it pressing in. He held it there for a brief moment, savoring the first hole he'd fucked in months. "See, there you go, relax," he said, chuckling to himself. It still hurt like hell, but indeed, now that he had no more cock to force in me, my body was forced to adjust, slowly relaxing around his thick girth. He pulled back, the burning coming back some, though not nearly as horribly as the pain of him forcing in. Still, it was by no means pleasant as he rammed back and forth into me. my hole losing the bit of relaxation it had attained before. The bed rocked loudly, his hips slapping against mine as he bore down on me from above, his face looming over mine, sneering as he ruthlessly thrusted away. "That's right, slut, you know what's coming to you, you know what this means..." He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes and enjoying my hole. "I've knocked up every bitch I've ever fucked, Mason, and now I'm gonna knock you up, too," he grunted, then panted out in erratic, short bursts, his thrusts growing frenzied and brutal. I could feel my hole get wet, stinging now, and with a snarl, he rammed his cock in deep. I knew he was cumming, and I could do little more than whimper in response. After what felt like a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of me, still panting. My hole ached, though I was glad it was seemingly over with, as his hand left my mouth. I remained limp underneath him, resigned to it now that his load was oozing out of my ass. What was the point? I knew what that tattoo meant, and what was no doubt in store for me next. Even as he rolled over onto the bed beside me, reaching down beside it to fish his phone out of his pants, I remained there, a bit scared to even try getting up without permission. Dad looked through his phone for a bit, then grinned, putting it aside. "Alright, cunt, my friend will be here in a bit... Now, turn around and get on all fours. You're ready for your second dose of daddy's venom..."

A couple of weeks ago, I developed a skin rash, no doubt because I’d been cycling my ass off trying to get in the best shape of my life before the cruise and the swimwear modeling stint. So while I looked good, my skin was in need of a little care and feeding. When oral antibiotics didn’t work, I needed to check in to the hospital just for the night so they could do IV drugs. It was no big deal. They even gave me the celebrity suite all to myself with a huge walk in shower. It might as well be the Four Seasons. I didn’t even bother to get into a hospital gown. Just slipped off my clothes down to my boxers, let them plug me in, and turned on some ball games. I must have dozed off because when I woke up there was someone checking my IVs. Once the haze lifted, I noticed he was stunning. Ridiculously hot. Porn star hot. And underneath those hospital sweats, it looked like he had a body to match. When he realized I was awake, he said, “I’m your night nurse. Just checking to see how it’s going.” Then he proceeded to take my vitals. I was so glad there was a blanket over me so he couldn’t see the tent creeping up in my boxers. He smiled and left and I wished to god my right hand wasn’t stuck with an IV so I could jack off right there. But I tried to settle and get back to the TV. I was about to doze off when the door opened and he walked back in with some juice. “What’s that,” I asked? “Your doctor wanted to boost the meds with this. It’ll make you a little drowsy so don’t be surprised if you nod off.” “No worries” as I gulped it down and he took off. About ten minutes later, things started to get a little wonky. I wasn’t able to see the tv that clearly so I turned it off. I figured this was the “drowsy” part so I just laid back and let it wash over me as I went into this dream-state. Or at least I thought it was a dream. Next thing I know, my nurse is standing at the end of the bed with a big smile on his face. I look around and the curtains were drawn and the door locked. I also noticed that both my hands were tied to the bed. As I glanced back to his face, he said, “if you’re good and quiet, there won’t need to be a gag. Besides, they are used to screams on this floor all night long.” I had no idea what he meant, although I admit I wasn’t sure this was even real so I didn’t say a word. Then I saw him pull up a syringe, walk over and put it into my IV. As he depressed the plunger, he said I should take some deep breaths and just relax. I felt the warm tingle go up my arm and then up into my throat and my tongue started to tingle. I felt short of breath so I let out a cough, which worried me and I got anxious. “That’s completely normal. Here, try some more juice.” As I drank it, I felt that tingle move down my body and my pelvis start to surge up as my asshole began to throb and kagel. I went from dreamy to alert to horned out of my mind. As I lay there, strapped to the bed, I watched him pull the IV out and put a band-aid on. Then he proceeded to pull my covers down and look at my tight, ripped, lean body. He seemed to nod in approval as he muttered, “They are going to love this.” I watched as he picked up my boxer shorts and noticed I was flaccid, which made no sense since all I could think about was pulling my dick and coming. Next thing I know, he’s got another syringe and points it towards my cock. “You might want to look the other way, but I promise, it’ll be painless.” He lied. I felt a sharp prick as I watched, completely shocked and horrified, as he stuck the needle in my penis. It was over in seconds and I could feel more tingling happening there. He cradled my cock in his hand for a second and looked up at me and chuckled. My eyes must have been like saucers. Then I noticed my cock was growing in his hand and growing and growing. He treated it like a newborn pup, just before he put it in his mouth. He took it out and said “mmm, salty pre-cum, then leaned over and put his tongue in my mouth.” I tasted it as well. And my mouth and tongue went crazy for his as my pelvis began thrusting up and down begging for attention. I was about to vibrate out of the bed when there was a slight knock on the door. He turned and smiled and said, “Just wait. You’re gonna be very happy tonight.” He unlocked the door and in walked two more guys in hospital sweats, just as hot as he was. One looked older, grey haired, very masculine…the other was Latino with warm buttery skin and this wry grin on his face. They took one look at me and said to my nurse, “Damn, you hit the jackpot.” At this point, I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I admit every fantasy imaginable ran through my mind. I watched as all three guys wrapped a tourniquet around their arms and pulled out orange pointed syringes like the one that went into my IV. They were so relaxed as they each punctured the skin, drew back this swirling rush of red blood, then proceeded to count down, 3, 2, 1 push. As they each pulled out their needle and ripped off their armbands, I saw my nurse let out a little cough. He smiled and said “I gave myself a little extra…just to make sure tonight is special with this one.” The others laughed and then they turned and looked at me. I felt like carrion in the desert about to be eaten by vultures. What happened next was even harder to describe as they proceeded to take off their sweats, revealing these muscular, perfect bodies…and fully erect large penises. The latin guy’s was hooded, which I love, literally leaking pre-cum. They then walked over, took off my boxers and proceeded to start sucking my cock, fingering my hole, touching my body and kissing me. It felt like an electric current was running through my body. My nurse was the first to climb on the bed, lift my legs, and thrust his cock in me. I assume it was due to all his pre-cum because my ass was already wet. He had no problem getting inside when he moaned in pleasure before starting to build rhythm. The other two were touching each other and playing with their asses and cocks while they watched as my nurse start to build up steam. “What do you say I plant some seed for you guys?” “Hell yeah, let’s load him up.” I watched as his face began to turn flush, his rhythm increased, as he thrust it into me. Then he let out this grunt sound and practically tore my second backdoor open as I could feel him ejaculating into my cavity. I even felt the vein on his cock throbbing, as he kept ejaculating. He lay on top of me for a second, covered in sweat, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. Then he pulled his cock out, jumped off the bed, walked over and fed it to me. It was literally dripping in cum. The other two proceeded to laugh and I heard the word “flip?” I assumed it was to see who would fuck me next but instead, they untied me, put me on all fours horizontally and as one guy shoved his cock down my throat, the other guy mounted me from behind. They were laughing and moaning and I could hear the sloppy sound of cum being churned in and out of my hole. Next thing I hear is “you ready?” “Let’s do it.” They both sped up their motions and, amazingly, I felt a gush of cum down my throat and in my ass simultaneously. I was in heaven. They proceeded to put me in every position possible in the room. They even got me in the shower where I was able to feel their amazing skin and touch their bodies all over. Suddenly they pushed me down. I thought I was supposed to suck them all off but they held my head back as they each began to pee on me. I admit, I was so whacked out, I even opened my mouth and drank some of it. Sounds disgusting now but in the moment, it made me even hornier. Their tee smelled odd, making me think that I must have gotten even higher off of it. Before the sun came up, I had been used in every hole and every position by every guy and then showered off, put back in my boxers and laid back in bed. I was blissed-out with a huge grin on my face as I watched them get their scrubs back on and walk out. My nurse came over, put in a new IV and hooked me up to the machine. He pulled out another needle and put it in my IV fluid and said, “Here, this’ll help you sleep it off until mid-afternoon. Oh, I’ll let your doc know you’re going to need to stay another night to get more IV meds.” All I could do was smile and nod as I watched him walk out of the room and my eyes slowly closed. I woke up with the sun blazing through my window. In walked my day nurse, Leilani, from the day before. She took one look at me and said, “you must have had quite a night. You’ve slept all morning. Didn’t even wake up for your vitals.” Groggily I said, “Oh, I dreamt all night. Lots of tossing and turning. “ She seemed a little confused but just nodded as she walked out. All I could think of was how long before the Night Shift?

SPEED BREEDING: Garrett was a self-proclaimed ‘ugly old troll’ but he had a fucking killer dick. His dick was long, thicker than a beer can - I know, I measured it several times and every time I stood in awe –his dick had numerous weird bumps and humps on it like some Medieval fairy tale, and spewed unmedicated POZ cum like an Arabian Stallion. I first met Garrett about 20 years ago at my very first “Sunday Funday” at one of the local gay bars. I don’t really do the whole gay scene, but the friends I was living with after just moving to town the day before took me with them as they were regulars and it was the place to see and be seen on a Sunday afternoon after all the queens had left church. We had not been on the patio of the bar for 5 minutes before my friend tapped me on the arm and held his drink forth like a royal scepter to point at a man sitting just in the shadows of the patio roof, “See him? That one? DON’T EVER talk to him. We NEVER speak with him.” He then proceeded to give the financial review and resume summary of all the ‘DC power queens’ in attendance - those he expected me to bow to, kiss their fucking hand, and pretend like I gave a fuck about their Martha Stewart Living chintz condo. I was at the bar, trying to get drink refills for my two friends and I to no avail. I had moved further and further down the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention and was literally leaning up on the bar on my forearms practically yelling at the jerk and was about to give up when someone squeezed my right arm, “Let me,” he said. It was Garrett. I shrugged, he said one word, “THOMAS!” and the bartender could not turn and pay attention to him fast enough. I was in awe. As Thomas was busy preparing my order I gave Garrett my thanks, “It’s nothing,” he said, “Thomas shows up at my door about four nights a week after the bar closes begging for my dick and load up his ass so the boy knows what’s at stake.” I blanched a bit at his bluntness, turned to see who else might have heard, then Garrett set his hand on my arm again, “I know what your friends over there say and think about me. I know what they all say and think about me. Ask me if I give a flying fuck! Half these fucking queens are ankles up on my bed at least once during the week as I fuck the shit out of them so here’s to you!” Wow - and I instinctively glanced down at his crotch and saw a fucking GIANT bulge straining his summer whites. Garrett’s hand was back on my arm, “You trying to get fucked?” I didn’t know what to say to that either. He spoke up again, “THOMAS! Double shots - Tequila - NOW!” The bartender bobbed his head, stopped the drink he was mixing, and poured four shots of Tequila in front of us. I’m more of a beer guy, but figured what the hell. I matched Garrett shot for shot and was soon stumbling through the crowd as I followed him to a door at the back marked NO ENTRY. He turned the lock, we stepped in, “YOU’RE NEW IN TOWN RIGHT?” GARRETT ASKED, “ I KNOW I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THAT ASS. PULL THOSE FUCKING SHORTS DOWN.” I obeyed without question, but once the pain of his raw cock ripping my hole open took the edge off the liquor I begged him to pull out and put a condom on. He just laughed, stuck a bottle under my nose and said, “Sniff this powder,” then kept fucking me. Before I knew it Garrett was rubbing my head like I was a pound puppy, “That’s some good ass boy. Just loaded you up. Here’s my number. Any time you need some good dick you just call.” The door opened and closed and I was alone. I tried to pull myself together, but felt pretty fucked up so when I left the stock room we had been in. I stumbled down the stairs, out to the curb, and caught a cab back to my friends’ place. I was together enough to call the bar from a pay phone, to have them paged, and to let them know I had come home and crashed and was not feeling well. I deflected their questions the next day and really did not think much about what had happened until I found the crumpled up paper in my pocket with the number. I called it. Garrett picked up on the second ring. There was no preamble, “Yeah I remember you. You need some more dick huh? Stop at the liquor store on your way. I need a bottle of Vodka.” Just over an hour and two shots of vodka later I was bent over in Garrett's hallway as he bred me with his massive, deformed, raw dick. With my pants still down around my ankles and his cum dripping from my hole, he led me to his bedroom pushed me onto the bed, undressed me, shoved some coke in front of my nose for me to snort, then handed me a bottle of poppers as he eased back up my cummy ass and started exploring. The coke made me high as fuck and one load was not enough. Two was not enough. Unlike my friends - and their friends - who I knew were prudes and would have had some snide comment, Garrett just smiled, patted me on the arm and said, “No worries. I know just who to call.” Less than 20 minutes later there was a horse dick sized BBC plowing my ass raw as Garrett sat quietly in the living room watching his TV. Once done, with BBC cum odor still filling the air, Garrett smiled, “Feel better? I’m sure you do. I always do after he fucks me. Yes, yes, I know I have a big dick, but as you know, sometimes there’s just nothing that feels better than a big black man fucking the hell out of you. OK. What are you doing Friday night?” I was fucked silly right then and could barely form two words, but Garrett went on, “Look. I throw a party one Friday a month at a parking garage over on P Street. It’s a sex party. Everyone thinks it’s Dean’s, which it is, but he’s the front man really. I own the garage, but that is neither here nor there.” (Not until a couple years later at the reading of his will would I come to realize yes he owned that property, which was bought by Whole Foods, as well as a majority of the club where I first met him, and a bunch of other shit in town that no one ever knew about). “The party attracts several hundred people over the course of the night, but a select bunch are invited into the VIP area. You can make some good cash if you help me. All I need is for you to offer that thick white ass to whoever wants to fuck and breed it - no questions asked. I will give you all the coke you need, it will be totally anonymous - your queenie friends and the fucking royal court will never know you are there let alone part of my Speed Breeding set up. You like? Speed Breeding? One of my guys manages it, but it’s my idea. There are two, maybe three bottoms - total cum dumps - who will have their ass up in a curtained off area. For $20, any top gets 5 minutes to fuck and cum if he can. The more cum you take, the more tips you get, the more money you make. You got a fucking hungry ass and you can still call me anytime you need some raw dick, but I’d really love to set you up for the Speed Breeding. I think you would be fucking perfect - what do you say?” HELL - I WAS DRUGGED UP, MY HOLE WAS FUCKED OUT, AND MY GUTS FILLED WITH CUM - WHAT DID HE THINK I WOULD SAY? Stay tuned for part 2. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. 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Imagine you are gay and conscripted at the age of 18 for National Service. Being gay, you are assigned to 2 camps. Camp G (for Gay) and Camp BB. Upon reporting into Camp BB, all the recruits, whether top or bottoms, are all stripped, lined up in rows in a dark barrack with only slow fan circulating, and chained down in either doggy position or suspended on slings, with their raw asses exposed. Then come the senior soldiers and those of higher ranks. The all pick a bottom or share a bottom and there they strip down naked, even their cocks are naked. Cannot wear condoms, except as a cock ring to reinforce the top's erection. With a choice of no lube, saliva or vaseline as lubes for their cocks and bottom's asses, the tops begin penetrating and tearing the hymen of all the recruits, be they tops or bottoms or virgins. Reason, to be a better top, you must experience good sex a bottom in order to deliver that level of quality and satisfaction when you fuck your future bottoms. Recruits are not to raise a single complain but embrace the raw cocks that penetrate and breed their asses over and over again. No, the bottoms cannot beg for the tops to put on condoms or apply lubricant or not cum and breed their assholes. They can only moan and try their best to enjoy their tops' raw penetration and pounding. No, the bottoms cannot ask about the HIV status of their tops. So what if the top is poz? You still have to be fucked raw and bred. Bareback is the way.. Bareback is the only way in this Camp BB. Recruits with Bigger cocks will then be given the choice to be trained into professional raw fuckers or join the bottoms soldiers. During National Bareback Service, horny Tops and Bottoms gather in the Dark Barrack to sweat it out from Friday night till Sunday afternoon as the bottoms try their very best to handle the assaults of the Raw Tops. And the Top soldiers are obliged to exercise to keep their bodies muscular or stocky muscular, and maintain at least 80% full erections of their raw penises during the National Bareback Service. Tops give (big hard thick cocks), Bottoms receive the raw cocks and the cumloads (poz or not). Bottoms' asses that turn sore during these National Bareback Services cannot stop but continue to receive the raw fuckings to the best of their abilities. Likewise for Tops. No, tireness is not an excuse to stop. And even if your cock is sore from fucking raw intensely, you still have to continue on. Remember Tops, there are always hungry itchy bottom asses that crave for another hard raw cock to penetrate, screw and breed them. And remember Bottoms, there are always horny Tops in search for raw holes to relieve the itchiness on their cocks.

Ever since I realized being bred feels so good, I’ve been horny as hell 24/7. I’ve mentioned it before but I’m 19. I’ve been taking loads in my ass since I was 12. As soon as I turned 18 I set my eyes on older guys. I don’t know why I’m just attracted to them. Guys my age play games. Older guys just want my young hole wrapped around their raw cocks. I constantly have Grindr, scruff, and Adam4Adam open just in case someone wants to cum inside me. I get a message from a blank profile one day saying “come over Michael.” This kind of threw me off a bit. I don’t care for my names and I don’t care to give mine out. But he sent me an address and I headed over like the slut I am. I pulled up to a familiar looking house. I’m greeted by a hot daddy. About 6’3, salt and pepper hair, and brown eyes. He too looks familiar to me. I’m greeted with a hug, and I feel his hard cock against me. I’m already wicked hard and he invites me in. I’m talking to him for awhile, waiting for him to guide me to his cock when he finally kisses me. We make out for a long time and I have his shirt unbuttoned exposing his hairy chest. He has his hands in me shorts snapping my jock. I climb down from the couch and unzip his pants. I start deep throating his musky cock and licking his sweaty balls. He pulls me on the couch and eats my ass for a bit. Then he guides me to sit on his cock. It goes in with some thrusts and he holds it there for awhile telling me how tight I am I start to ride his cock while he kisses me. He moans “slow down” followed by an almost whispered “im about to cum. “ this is what I came for. I make sure not to slow down. And he grunts like an animal as he holds my ass down on his cock. He left a huge load in my ass, when I pulled off it began to drip on his cock so I cleaned it up. We chat for awhile as we put our clothes back on and I head home soon after. I was home for about 2 hours and was still craving cum. I mentioned in one of my posts that I used to be my town’s quarter back’s cumdump so I hit him up. “You want my hole?” I texted. It had been about a year or two since we’ve fucked. He responded quick with a “yeah come pick me up. “ as I’m driving to the house where I’ve always picked him up at, that being his dad’s house. I realize as I get closer this was the house I was just at. And that’s why everything was so familiar. His dad just came inside me and he was about to fuck his dad’s load deeper into me. I text him when I pull up. Wondering if his dad knows about us. (We used to be friends in middle school as well.) QB gets in my car and we go to the spot where everyone goes in town to bust a nut or two. It starts the same way as it did with his dad. We move to the backseat of my car and I’m on my back trying to keep his dad’s cum from spilling out of my hole. He sees how wet I am and says “I hope it’s another guys load.” I think to myself “you have no idea.” He pounds me long and hard and shoots a big load in me as well. (Load size must run in the family. ) I’m driving him back to his dad’s and just making conversation. I get a message from his dad as we pull saying “who’s cock is bigger ;)” I respond with something snarky like “not yours.” And we chat for a bit. He makes it vital that I not tell his son that he emptied his balls in me. I’m headed back tonight to have my hole flooded by daddy again

I think we should honour the great and horny gay cartoonists on here, such as Tom of Finland, who said if he didn't have an erection while he was drawing, there was something wrong. I love The Hun too, and Matt's bodybuilders. And the great Greasetank! Any other ideas?

That's right, very unhealthy, and hot!

That's interesting. I don't think I've noticed that in my own experiences. Personally, I like hooking up with other married guys, especially if they still enjoy an active sex life with their wives are are open to sharing details about it.

I’m a top, in my experience most married guys like to be fucked

Don't forget other icons such as Etienne, Josman and currently Patrick Fillion and his team at ClassComics! And there are others like Julius, Stephen, Ulf. Too many...

Age, assuming one was alert and smart enough to pay attention, does bring experience and knowledge. It often falls in the category of "if I knew then what I know now...." [By the way, Fuckboy20, according to his profile, hasn't been online for over 2 years. But your advice and observations are wise and well put.]

Since I live in Las Vegas, we get a lot of married, str8 guys that are here in Vegas for conventions and trade shows without their wives or significant others. And of course they want to try things while in Sin City alone that they don't get the chance to do when they're home. There have been a couple of times that I've had cocks in my mouth when the str8 guy will get a call from his wife or the gay guy will get a call from his husband or boyfriend, while I continue to suck on their dicks. The last guy this happened with was a str8 guy. I was sucking his cock when his wife called. I could tell that that somehow made him even hornier. He was sitting on an overstuffed chair in his hotel room. He even lifted his legs and had me lick his ass. all the while chatting with his wife and briefly chatting with his young daughter. As soon as he hung up he shot a giant load into my mouth. Very HOT!

Hey, newbie here after making some connections, social sexual or other based in London but travel a lot come say hi sleazekink kik and sc

#nolimitstwinkslut .... Public toilets are sooooo hot .... the older generation we re-call even better times when there were so many dirty sleazy public toilet blocks about where one had at all times spontaneous and FaBBulous SEX... one was already hard once one stepped into those sleazy toilet blocks which had a very distinguished scent/smell ... what a shame they are gone !

Authors note: Usually I write from the bottoms perspective but I think I'm going to try from the top today. Hi. My name is Chris and I'm a gay 45 year old white male. For years I hid my sexuality until I just couldn't take it any longer. I was married with a kid but I craved cock. Getting cock was much easier than I realized. I would frequent the adult bookstore cruising for cock. I tried to play safe and found myself in a relationship with what I thought was a great guy. How wrong I was. He was very abusive so I started fucking around on him. I didn't play safe anymore and I loved it. One day this cute kid comes into the restaurant looking for a job. Immediately my cock twitched wanting to fuck this kid but I really wasn't sure if he was gay or not. The main manager hired the kid and I set out trying to fuck him. I flirted with him but in front of the ladies he played straight. Eventually he started hanging out at my place to get away from his parents. One evening at my place he confessed that he was gay and he wanted me to introduce him to the lifestyle. I said yes and started by just letting him suck my cock and balls. I didn't want to rush him into getting fucked yet. His mouth felt amazing. Josh was definitely born to suck cock. Although he would come over quite often and suck my cock I still felt the desire to be fucked myself. So I played around with other men to satisfy my desires. I always got fucked bareback because it just felt better. Then one night at work I get a phone call from one of the guys that fucked me. He told me he just tested poz and I needed to get tested myself. I freaked out. I went the next day and got tested. And yes I tested poz. And now I had a new mission. Josh is going to get fucked bareback by me whether he wants to or not.

Part 2: I planned my attack on Josh on a Monday night after work. I brought some anal beads and lube from home. After closing I took him to the back and had him strip. I told him tonight was the night I was going to pop his cherry. I told him to bend over as I lubed up the anal beads. I first put a finger up his ass to loosen him up and to scratch inside his ass. He said it hurt but I didn't care. After removing my finger I noticed some blood. Perfect. Then I inserted the anal beads and fucked him rough with them to make sure he was loose and bleeding more. Josh cried out a couple of times but I didn't care. After several minutes of preparing his ass I removed the anal beads and to my satisfaction it was red and brown. I threw the anal beads down and slid my cock right up his ass in one plunge. Josh jumped which I was anticipating so I grabbed him by the hips and forcefully brought him back onto my cock. My cock is 7 inches and on the thick side so I knew his ass would know I was there. After a few minutes the little bitch started to relax and was fucking himself on my cock. Not my fault he didn't ask for a condom. After several minutes of him fucking my cock I was ready to cum. I grabbed him by the hips and started fucking him faster. In no time I shot several huge squirts inside his ass. I pulled out and saw his blood on my cock. Mission accomplished. We both left satisfied and I guess I made the bitch sore because he missed the next three days of work saying he was sick. Little does he know about sick is. Unfortunately the anal beads and lube were left at the restaurant and so I lost my job because of that. I don't care. Breeding and pozzing that bitch was worth it.

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.

Did anyone say Robert Conrad from the Wild Wild West. The fact that he was shirtless and tied up a lot..... MMMMMMMM.

Part 2 "Ram that fucker man!" "Drill that boy hole!" "Fuck his pretty pussy!!" Everyone was yelling something in that room, watching that little boy cum dumpster take thick cock after thick cock. I knew that I would have to take my turn at that little pig slut, so I got closer to inspect my prey. Nice tight body, dusting of hair on his chest, nice thick cut cock, about seven inches, beautiful full balls and a hairy sack. My favorite part was his treasure trail which went down right into his thick pubes. I bent down and licked that little line of boy hair, tasting the mixture of sweat, spit, and his own pre cum. It was my turn to fuck his little hole, but before I did, I made sure to spit into his open mouth. He was panting like a bitch in heat and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to give him some spit before giving him my DNA. When the guy before me shot his load, I wasted no time getting in there. I love 'em young, and this kid was perfect. Beautiful ass with a light coating of hair, sweet boy taint, and a nice hairy crack. He already had some chest hair....yep, he was going to be a hairy fucker when he grew up, and he had the cutest little peace sign tattoo on his upper thigh. I love innocent boy cunt. His boy pussy was well used by the time I got to him - I guessed seven or more guys had already used this little slut, and I was going to be next. I entered him easily. His ass had been opened wide. I grunted as I plowed him, savoring every minute of that little boy twat. Sweat was pouring down my face, and my assault on his hole was punctuated by my comments to the slut: "I love fucking that little ass!" "Gonna give you my load deep in your boy hole!!" "Take my bare dick, little slut!!" "I'm gonna breed that hot hole of yours!!" "Take this bare cock you fucking whore!" I didn't even know what I was saying, but it was pouring out of my mouth. He must have liked the talk because he reached down to touch my hairy stomach and jerk his boy cock. I knew I was going to cum soon, so I picked up the pace and rammed him hard. He was moaning and groaning in pleasure, and FUUUUUUUUUCKK......I shot my jizz way up into his guts. His ass sucked it up like a vacuum. With a plop, my cock fell out of his hole. Totally spent, I decided to hit the road and go home. The next day I woke up hard at the thought of that kid I had violated the night before. Got out of bed, grabbed a smoke and went downstairs where my son was having breakfast. He looked tired, but not half as tired as I was! "How was your night, kiddo?" I asked "Fine....boring." He said as he lit up his own cig. We finished our breakfast and Kyle went up to take a shower. About 15 minutes later, I decided to get ready myself. Right before I went into the bathroom, I thought I heard a noise from Kyle's bedroom. I peeked in the crack of the door to make sure he was alright, and he was drying off, totally naked. I guess the noise was just the television, and I felt bad about looking at him, but I have to say that at 19 he has filled out quite nicely. I stood by the door and looked for just a minute. Nice coating of fur on his chest, treasure trail, thick pubes, and something I had never noticed before: a little peace sign tattoo on his thigh.

Part 6 - Falling Victim He sat in the corner watching the crowd as he sipped on his bourbon and coke, carefully choosing the bar as he new it was Mario's favourite haunt. Sage put his drink down on the table spotting Mario standing by the bar, at 22 he was slender with short cropped dirty blond hair and tattoos adorned most of his upper torso. Mario had done three porn scenes with Jordan and Sage knew they had become kind of friends on a professional basis. This was his best hope for the moment of tracking Jordan down, plus he might get to knock the bitch up as he showed interest in him when they met once before. He was out to show Jordan he could destroy anything he touched or got close to. Mario spotted him sitting in the corner nursing his drink and made a beeline over to him. "Hi, Sage isn't it?" he smiled "I'm Mario one of Jordan's co-actors." Sage smirked "Yes I remember you, how could I forget you" he indicated for him to sit down. "Glad I caught up with you, have you seen Jordan only the studio are trying to get hold of him?" his eyes fixed on Sage's muscles. "I was just heading home hoping he is back, we had a little fight and he stormed off" he told Mario trying to look upset. Mario touched his arm "I am sure he will be back, do you mind if I ride with you I need to speak to him". Sage grabbed his hand "Not at all, come on it's a bit warm in here anyway". They left the bar and Sage drove home with Mario by his side, he asked why the studio wanted to get in touch. Mario replied that they want him for a couple of scenes with some new porn actors and were getting annoyed they couldn't contact him. They pulled up to the condo building basement and got in the lift up to the seventh floor. Sage opened the door to the apartment and let Mario enter first, locking the door as he closed it, his cock was already getting hard. He did a quick scan around calling out Jordan's name before telling Mario he didn't appear to be back yet. Sage took off his t-shirt revealing the bulging muscles as Mario stood there looking on enjoying the view, he new from Jordan telling him that sex with Sage was rough and intense. Mario liked a bit of wrestling but even he could see that Sage would destroy him. Sage was starring back at him and asked if he liked his muscles, he nodded and muttered the word wow as Sage moved towards him. He moved close enough telling Mario to touch them if he liked, Mario couldn't resist and complied immediately, squeezing the biceps and running his hands over them, he couldn't believe how rock hard they felt. Sage removed Mario's shirt as he continued roaming over the muscles, Sage grabbed him behind his neck and started to kiss him hard. Mario pushed away slightly "Sorry it's not going to happen I have a client in an hour" he said. "You like to get paid for having sex?" he responded, mocking Mario who was now being held tight in Sage's arms. Mario paused for a moment "Yes, I only do casual sex for money" he couldn't and somehow didn't want to escape those arms holding him. "That's okay I am going to pay you with one of the most memorable fucks you could ever wish for" he whispered in Mario's ear. Mario just couldn't help himself or deny the opportunity that presented itself on a platter, he kissed Sage and with a purpose and felt one hand cup low under his buttocks whilst the other clasped around his back. His body rose off the ground in a natural instinct Mario's legs wrapped themselves around his waist, he could feel Sage walking and opened his eyes whilst their lips still locked together his saw the lounge disappearing as they turned in to the hallway. Mario panicked knowing he was being taken to the bedroom, albeit he found Sage sexy this was not really suppose to happen. The hallway disappeared as they entered the bedroom, he saw the door closing behind them as Sage kicked it shut with his leg. The kissing intensified whilst he was still suspended in the air, he wanted to stop it desperately and get out but his arms wrapped themselves tighter around Sage's neck, his mouth full of his invading tongue as he slowly melted and succumbed. Mario felt his body lowering and unclasped his legs allowing him to stand up, one muscled arm kept Mario tight up to his body, he felt Sage's hand pulling his shorts and underwear down in a swift movement, Mario's instinct took over and went in to porn actor grabbing hold of Sage's now hard cock through his clothing, slowly he began pulling them down until they both stood naked. An evil grin appeared on Sage's face before he told Mario that he was going to get fucked like the whore he is. He grabbed Mario under the arms lifting him off the ground again and threw him with such force that he flew on to the bed, arms and legs flaying in the air as his back hit the bed. He had no time to recover as Sage had hold of his legs and twisted them around so quickly that his body followed until he was laying on his stomach. His legs were yanked back hard pulling him to the edge of the bed exposing his arse in the perfect position for breeding. Part of Mario was terrified at the brute force and dominance of Sage, the other part of him wanted to be fucked and abused by this wholesome stud. No time to think, no time to speak, no time to react as he felt the weight of Sage's body pinning him down on the bed. His body completely covered Mario, apart from the legs and arms sticking out from under Sage you would not have known someone was underneath. He tried to push his head up as far as it would go and muttered the word condom, Sage licked the side of Mario's face as he gasped feeling the cock positioning at the entrance to his hole with no protection. Sage licked the side of his face again and whispered he was his bitch and was about to be owned, Mario struggled underneath the weight of his body. He let out a loud gasp and cry as Sage pushed his cock hard and fast deep in to Mario's arse, he cried louder as the pain burnt through his arse as the cock tore it's way through with each rapid and hard deep thrust. Each one followed quickly leaving no time for his victim to adjust to the size or invasion, Mario buried his head against the sheet's and clawed at Sage's arms in protest. Every time he tried to let out a scream Sage would thrust in deeper then pound the arse weakening Mario's anal lining causing tears to open, he was gasping underneath Sage the groaning and moaning did nothing to calm the pain. Tears ran from the corner of his eyes as they stared ahead wide open from the pain that came in a relentless fashion. The clawing of the arms morphed in to a hold as his panic subsided, his eyes glazed over with a look of and completely forgetting that Sage wore no condom, his arse was now pushing up meeting the downward thrusts that were wrecking havoc inside him. Sage could feel his victim was now fucked into submission and moved to a more rhythmic fast motion, he felt his balls beginning to tingle as they slapped hard against Mario's arse. Sage moved his arm around the neck of Mario pulling his head closer to his as he was now ready to knock him up, Mario felt the cock inside him even more causing him to moan louder as it became even harder. The speed ramped up and Mario let out a loud gasped his arse felt like he was being stabbed from the inside, Sage reared up and thrusted down hard holding his hips up tight against Mario's arse. His cock jettisoning stream after stream of highly toxic venom inside his victim, his arm tightened around Mario's neck holding him as he roared loudly with each spasm shuddering through his body from the orgasm. His hips began piston fucking deeper in to Mario who was now moaning and gasping loudly mixed with cries of pain, he couldn't decide if it was pain or pleasure but he was intoxicated by his fucking. Sage's body began to relax and he licked the side of Mario's face again, this time he whispered the words 'You belong to me whore'. Mario turned his head and their mouths melted together in a deep kiss, Sage wriggled his arse grinding and mixing his seed deeper into Mario's arse, meticulously ensuring that it got in to every fissure that had opened up in his anal wall. Mario's head fell forward as he panted heavily, he could hear the squelching from deep in his arse he new what had just happened. Finally he felt the weight lift of his body as Sage got up and roughly extracted his cock, Mario let out a yelp and cry from the pain, he chuckled malevolently looking down at his blood covered cock. He strode over to Mario's pile of clothes and threw them at him indicating it was time for him to leave. His arse still burnt as he pulled his underwear and shorts on, then walked to the lounge to retrieve his shirt and trainers, before leaving the apartment he took a look towards the bedroom but Sage was already in the shower. He closed the door behind him as he left, it was a very uncomfortable walk to the bus stop, he felt like his arse has been turned inside out. He stood waiting for the bus back to downtown LA, cancelling his client as he knew he couldn't take any more cock tonight, the bus pulled up and he got on. As it pulled away he looked at the condo building, little did he realise then that this would become an all to familiar scene repeated time after time.

Part 5 - Perfect Company The steel drum band was playing heavenly calypso music by the pool bar, the terrace was busy as guests were laying fully clothed on the sunbeds soaking up the atmosphere. As he arrived at the pool bar he saw the group of ladies who were eyeing him up the previous day, it was only 7.45pm so he looked for an empty table away from the group but his luck had run out, he had to take a seat on a table next to them and ordered a soft drink. It didn't take long for the flirting to start as each one of the ladies tried to get Jordan's attention, just to play along he would occasionally look over and smile to satisfy them. Smiling to himself as he heard them giggling and whispering between themselves. Jordan's attention went elsewhere as he spotted Daniel walking from the hotel towards the pool bar, he ignored the ladies and watched as butterflies churned in his stomach. He vaguely heard one of the ladies talking to her friends and hearing the words 'I think that answers the question girls'. Daniel arrived at the pool bar and instantly spotted Jordan, he was definitely not hard to miss in all fairness. As he walked over he had a strange feeling that he was being watched, after all he was about to dine with probably the sexiest man in the resort, or ever met. He had seen Jordan engaging with the group of ladies from the hotel, this did unnerve him slightly thinking at best he might be bisexual. Jordan stood up as Daniel arrived by his side and gave him a big smile, he ordered a soft drink as he sat down. They chatted about the rest of their day and Daniel pointed out that Jordan had a hareem of ladies to choose from, this caused Jordan to laugh and shake his head. It was a very comfortable and easy flow between them as they shut the rest of the world out. The ladies clattered about noisily as they stood to head off dinner, as one past by she looked at them both said 'lovely' and quickly tottered off. They both looked and pointed to each other laughing, every time Jordan laughed and sat back his shirt tightened over his torso, Daniel still could not believe he was about to dine with Jordan. Everything about him Daniel seemed to love and was driving him wild, from the tattoos showing on the lower part of arms, the Bermuda shorts fitted perfectly and his short neatly trimmed beard defined his sexiness. Jordan completely charmed and almost swooning in his company, there was no badness inside him just a beautifully natured soul. They continued their bantering for a good half an hour mostly about which one of the ladies was interested in who. Daniel had tears running down his face from the laughter whilst Jordan was doubled over in pain from so much laughing, a few other guests would look over occasionally and the continuous laughter, eventually Jordan managed to compose himself. "Daniel, it has been way to long since someone made me laugh in this way" he said catching his breath. Daniel finished his sparkling water "I had almost forgotten how to. Ready to eat Jordan?" he asked. "Yes, main dining room afraid as I couldn't get booked in one of the speciality restaurants" he explained. "That's okay, I had a table booked already at the Windward Palm, let's go" Daniel and Jordan stood up and they smiled at each other. Jordan followed on and they walked together through the resort grounds and the short distance to the restaurant. There was a lot of hustle and bustle as Daniel arrived with Jordan, some staff checking their dress was in order which Jordan thought very strange but brushed it away. They were escorted to a quiet table on the balcony overlooking the ocean, a candle flickered as the silvery moonlight flooded across the table as they took their seats. Jordan grinned thinking this was such a perfect setting. "What's the big grin all about?" Daniel looked over at him. Jordan shrugged his shoulders "I don't know, it is just so perfect the ocean and moonlight, sort of thing you see in movies". Daniel laughed "You old romantic" he chided. "Hey not so old but romantic totally" an awkward silence fell between them as a waiter approached with the wine list. "Hope you don't mind Jordan but I asked them to go Bajan on us." Daniel said and paused waiting for Jordan's response. Jordan thanked the waiter before replying "Nothing ventured nothing gained" his eyes fixed on Daniel "I will be guided by you". "Great, how about red wine?" Daniel asked putting the wine list down on the table. "Yes that works for me. Do you always take control like this?" He asked smiling at Daniel. "No not usually, but I am celebrating taking control of my life again and to our friendship" he replied. As the waiter poured the wine Jordan raised his glass "To controlling our own destiny and friends" Daniel clinked Jordan's glass. "And what is your destiny Jordan?" Daniel tried to look nonchalant as he asked the question. Jordan smiled "I don't know yet, but my heart is telling me it may be closer than I think" he deliberately tried to not make eye contact. "Destiny can be very random" Daniel remarked looking out to sea "sometimes completely unsuspecting, but never to be brushed off". Jordan tried everything the waiters brought over, it was the first time he truly ate Bajan food and enjoying every minute of Daniel's company. Daniel finished off that last of his wine as the waiters cleared desert and poured coffee. He felt a little light headed from the wine and humidity but for once he was in a very happy place and completely content. Jordan looked intently at Daniel he loved the relaxed and happy look on his face. They were interrupted by a female voice behind them saying hello to Daniel as the Hollywood actress and her husband were leaving the restaurant. Daniel turned and said hello and asked if they were having a quiet romantic dinner noticing the lack of children. She laughed before replying that it was nice to have a romantic meal her eyes darting between him and Jordan. Daniel almost forgot his manners and stood up to introduce Jordan who also stood up a little lost for words, he held out his hand which the husband shook, but she kissed him on the cheek, now he was really all tongue tied. They chatted and Jordan couldn't resist telling her how much he loved her in Stepford Wives and Moulin Rouge. She pushed him gently laughing as she regaled some of the unusual things that happened on set, that was until the husband intervened after 5 minutes telling Jordan that she will keep you up until dawn if you let her. As they left the husband turned to Daniel and Jordan inviting them for dinner in a couple of nights. Jordan was gushing "Wow, wow, wow, she kissed me on the cheek" he garbled unable to really get his words out. Daniel was laughing "Don't be so star struck Jordan" mocking Jordan in the process. As the actress left she spoke to her husband and look back "I think Danny has finally got rid of loose eye?". He looked at her "Hmm he doesn't seem to be here" whispering to her "But one thing for sure, Jordan is all goo goo for Danny". She laughed "I remember you going goo goo on me" she leant in and kissed him "He is almost as sexy as you" patting his arm. They both sat and Jordan was eventually calming down, Daniel suggested a walk along the beach the long way back to the main hotel as it was such a nice evening. Jordan asked for the bill as the restaurant was not included in the inclusive plan, the waiter looked and smiled and said it was all taken care of. He looked over to Daniel and began to protest and said he should at least split the bill in half but Daniel would have none of it. They left by the stairs down to the beach, Daniel took his reefs off and stood in the water. Jordan followed his lead and they walked along the shoreline towards to the beach bar. They were the only two on the beach and apart from the water gently lapping on to the beach it was very tranquil with just a hint of calypso music wafting down from the pool terrace. As they neared the beach bar Daniel sat down on the sand with his feet in the water, Jordan sat beside him. "Have you finally got rid of your demons Daniel?" He tentatively asked. Daniel looked down at his feet in the water "You know I think I have and it was the right decision." Jordan smiled "Today has helped me a lot as well, I am way better off with them out of my life." Daniel turned to look at Jordan "You as well, thought it was just me" they both laughed looking at each other and no longer hiding sadness behind their eyes. "Daniel" Jordan began "do you mind if I ask you a question, but please don't be offended?". He looked at Jordan "Go on, and I promise not to be offended" he replied. He was about to ask but Jordan lost his bottle at the last minute and steered the question around if he minded him joining him for dinner with the actress and her husband. Not quite the question he thought Jordan was going to ask but said the invite was for both of them so he was expected. They both laid back looking up at the stars in a strange awkward silence for a few minutes, Daniel sat up and said it was time for him to go bed as the jetlag was still nagging at him a little. They both stood up and Jordan made a move to give Daniel a hug who was aiming more for a handshake, eventually he said 'oh okay', he breathed in as Jordan's arms closed around him in a friendly hug. Was it possible the hug lingered longer than necessary, Daniel felt Jordan's strong arms holding him close, he was melting as he smelled the cologne and felt the muscles up against his body. Quickly Daniel moved away as he was starting to tent in his shorts and thought it would be a pretty embarrassing situation if Jordan noticed that he was getting turned on. The both walked up to the pool terrace and the main hotel wing, Daniel said good night and that he would see him tomorrow on the beach. Jordan sat on the edge of his bed half naked and completely annoyed at himself, how the hell did he chicken out of asking the question. He had to know where he really stood and if he was gay, the pieces appeared to fit and he was really sure that Daniel sneaked glances at him on the beach during the day. Daniel was sat on the veranda when a piece of music sprung in to his head and he started singing the lyrics 'Love, love changes everything, says are longer, words mean more, love, love changes everything, pain is deeper than before, love will turn your world around, and that world will last forever' he stopped reciting the lyrics. He couldn't even fathom out how he remembered the words to the song, he was oblivious to how the words would interpret in the coming times ahead. He shook his head striped off naked and dived in the pool for a quick swim before bed.

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Part 40 　 We laid there wrapped in each others' arms until I heard someone knocking on the door. We then got up and went back downstairs to the kitchen. There was Randy and Tom at the door. They told Hank that the new guys were there now and waiting and was wondering if he was ready for their Sat. night conversion to start up. Hank turned to me, grabbed me and kissed me, and asked if I was coming over. I told him I wanted to take a shower and then see. He smiled and said, "I hope you hurry then, please, as I would love to have you there." I nodded and said, "I'll see after I get cleaned up first. It does sound like more fun, maybe. Go ahead and give 'em hell." He turned and they all headed over to Hank's then. I headed back upstairs and soon was taking a nice hot shower. The stream of water across my body felt wonderful after our lovemaking session. Then it hit me. Lovemaking session? Had it actually been that, it sure had seemed so at the time. Now with Hank not there, my same old doubts came back. What am I doing? What about the HIV? I had been totally straight and now, what? The whole week had me completely torn. Did I still want a woman, did I want only guys, did I really want this disease and if I didn't was it too late to try and get that PEP they had talked about? So many questions. As soon as I was alone, my thoughts were definitely confused. All this had happened so fast and I still wasn't sure if it was what I wanted. It felt magnificent during the sex and it was the best I had ever had. The fact that is was all with guys with a high viral load of HIV, made it hotter than hell but also about the scariest thing I could think of. I loved the sex, but the HIV? I still wasn't happy about that I guess, but what to do? I had been with quite a few women before but now only 3 guys, but it seemed almost like a lot more. All sex to me was great but these guys took me to new heights I had only dreamed about before. Could I even perform with a woman now? Shall I just forget that and stay with guys only? OMG, my mind was in a whirl. As I was sitting there in confusion and trying to sort my mind out, I could hear the sounds from next door again. They seemed to be getting under way now and I knew what was happening there. More neg. guys taking poz loads and hoping to convert, but is that what I wanted? I really did not want HIV, but the cock and sex were so intoxicating. I found myself heading downstairs and then over to Hank's. The kitchen door was open and I just walked on in. Then I realized I hadn't even stopped to put any clothes on and was still naked from my shower. I laughed at myself for being so lost in thought as to do that. As I walked into the livingroom, I stopped and gaped at the goings on. They were all in there on the floor. All 4 of the POZ guys were fucking the hell out of what I assumed were 4 NEG guys and there were two more guys sitting on the couch stroking their cocks. I had no idea if they were two more poz or neg guys. What a sight to see. The sounds of the guys fucking were loud as they slammed their cocks as hard, fast and deep as they could. The guys under them groaning and panting and one even almost screaming.

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I passed put on a fuck bench at the the Club Z in Seattle. Not sure how many guys fucked me. At one point I woke up with some random black guy pounding my hole and I couldn't remember if I started out with him fucking me. Then I passed out again. I hope every guy in the place had a go.

Part 3: “YOU’RE TOO big - stop no pull it out!” I screamed. My BBC guide’s laughter was the last thing I heard before I passed out. He had warned me - repeatedly. He had told me I would cry, scream, and try to run. That’s why I was tied down like a hostage for this BBC with rough, coarse rope around my wrists and ankles, keeping me from crawling off the bed in in his house in the Shaw neighborhood and fleeing home. I still didn’t know his name - he was my BB guide, the bouncer from the sex party, and my pimp for the street and homeless dick he made me take and for slutting me out to the crackheads during the Ring of Fire. Now, the only ring burning was my ass - my ass, my rectum, and it felt like two feet of my lower intestines had all been scorched to death. His big hands closed tight around my throat cutting off my air as he brutally rammed his elephant penis deeper and split me wider, making me bleed like the crime victim I was. I gasped for air as my crackhead rapist told me again, “YOU WILL GET THAT PUSSY POUNDED FOR HOUR AFTER HOUR AND WHEN MY ROCK RUNS OUT, I WILL LEAVE YOU TIED UP, GO GET MORE, BRING SOME NICCAS BACK - LET THEM RAPE YOU BLOODY - THEN I WILL START ALL OVER. I TOLD YOU, I NEED A LIVE IN WHORE WHO KNOWS HOW TO TAKE CARE OF A MAN - A WHORE WHO I CAN SLAM THIS DICK IN.” I needed my bottle of cocaine, or more of the crack, and tried to ask for it, but his fingers entwined, cutting off all but the faintest sounds. He chuckled, “You awake now huh? I told you that you would be unconscious for the first round. You need that glass pipe? I know you do, but in a minute. Right now it’s all about me and how I’m breaking your pussy’s walls down. I’m gonna make sure you get fucked until you are so sore, loose, and gaping you’re unable to walk and that the only thing in the world that matters are the pipes – the glass one and this fucking big black one.” This must be what it feels like to get fisted I thought. I mean I had taken some big - no some HUGE - dicks since I followed this BBC into the dark streets of DC, but nothing like this. Even Nathan, the smelly bull of a man who had helped bring me back to his house, didn’t fully compare. He was big, but my rapist was far larger - dick and body! He was tall, stocky, rough and thuggish with a full beard and while he was smoking a cigarette when I first met him at the Speed Breeding sex party, crack was his drug of choice - and apparently was mine now too since he had taken my bottle of cocaine. “FEEL THAT? I’M SPLITTING THAT PUSSY OPEN DEEP, MAKING THAT HOLE LIKE THE FUCKING GRAND CANYON! MAKING IT GOOD AND BLOODY SO THAT PUSSY DON’T GET PREGNANT. WELL, IT WILL, BUT WITH...NO MATTER. MY MAN NATHAN’S BEEN OUT ON THE STREETS AND ROUND THE CORNER AT THE TRAP HOUSE. I GOT A ROOM FULL OF CRACK HIGH FUCKERS DOWN STAIRS WAITING TO USE THIS RAW PUSSY - WAITING TO FUCK YOU LIKE THE CRACK WHORE YOU ARE. YOU KNOW WHAT THE PRICE IS TO FUCK YOU? TO FUCK YOU RAW EVEN? A ROCK - A $5 ROCK OF CRACK. EVERY DIRTY, HOMELESS, DUDE IN THIS HALF THE CITY WILL BE SWINGING BY, STAINING MY SHEETS, AND MARKING THAT PUSSY WITH THEIR FILTH - ALL FOR A FUCKING MEASLY $5 ROCK. THAT’S THE KIND OF CRACK WHORE YOU ARE. BUT FIRST, THAT WHITE CRACK PUSSY ASS IS MINE - CHOKING YOU OUT BITCH BOY AS I RAPE THAT SHIT GOOD! CHOKING YOU OUT AS I SPLIT THAT PUSSY AND GIVE YOU MY ELEPHANT BABIES - OH FUCK YES! FEEL THEM BABY SWIMMERS? MY LIL’NICCA’S SWIM DEEP! BREEDING YOU RAW WHORE - FUCKING WHORE - BREEDING YOU!!” I came awake to a rattling sound, close to my left ear. I squinted, took a breath, opened my eyes and there was my BBC rapist, his elephant dick hanging south, floppy, wrinkled, dark, and ominous. He was bent over shaking a red FOLGERS coffee can back and forth. He smiled, “Hear them rocks? Look at this? All them horny fucks downstairs are willing to trade this high for a dip in that bloody pussy. Look? Tumbling rocks, round and round. Fuck that whore pussy was good and I cummed so deep in you I bet you swallowed some nutt the same time I shot it Right? Here - since you was so good, shift your head, hit this pipe, I want you lit as fuck like a God-damn lighthouse so that pussy eats those black dicks up! You are a worthless white crack whore made to serve you black superiors. You know it’s true. I felt that pussy worshipping my black dick, finally knowing it was being used the way it was supposed to.” My ass felt like hot coals had been stuffed inside me and it burned. I tried shifting, but the ropes tying me to the bed meant about the only thing I could do was shift my head from one side to the other. I welcomed the hot glass pipe, the acrid smoke of the crack as it scalded my lungs. “What’s that?” my rapist asked, “You gotta piss? Go ahead. A real trap house crack whore pisses where they lay. You think these guys care? Hell, I expect a few will add to it. Come on now, finish this rock off as you got guys waiting.” Once I exhaled my final hit, my BBC host quickly changed how my legs were tied and instead of having them closed together, he wound the rope around each ankle separately and tied them down to each corner of the bed so my body was staked out in a big X. My host hollered down to Nathan who I gathered was acting as door man. As foot steps sounded on the stairs, my BBC host pulled his dirty white underwear on, dragged a chair across the wood floor, sat down, placed the FOLGERS can by his foot, and lit a fresh rock. He smiled, “Time for the show. Oh don’t worry, Nathan’s got another can downstairs to collect the payment from anyone else who shows. Word will spread once these first couple of guys fuck you about the gang rape going down. Every smoka within a dozen blocks will be heading this way to get off. The rock is good, but as you know, makes you horny as shit and most of these guys have to suffer. Well now you are here to offer relief.” Voices sounded at the door, a couple men entered, someone asked if they could smoke, someone else asked if I was still alive, another man said he didn’t want to be identified later to the cops. Well my rapist assured them they could smoke all they wanted, yes I was alive and pussy ready, and well for the latter, he grabbed a pair of his well stained underwear out of the hamper and slid them over the top of my head so they covered my eyes and nose, leaving my mouth open for the pipe. They all laughed, he then set the glass pipe to my lips and told me to suck the crack smoke up. As I did he said to the assembled crowd, “See, just as promised. A crackhead whore ready for those dicks and that pussy is open and already on its period and I want to see some no mercy fucks and all that cum shoots inside the hole.” Crack smoke and the sounds of crackhead dick raping my ass filled the room as dirty, raw, anonymous dick took turns using me. The men were all shapes and sizes as were their dicks. I never saw a one of them, so don’t know if they were all BBC or what - didn’t matter - their dicks were raw and intent on breeding me. After the first couple of guys fucked and left, someone in the next group mentioned how the sheets were awful bloody. My host just laughed, blew out his pipe smoke, and told them, “Yeah, the whore tried to back out on promises made so I had to bust that cherry, teach him a lesson, make sure he learned to obey. I permanently damaged and rearranged that pussy for sure, just made it better for you niccas to use. So you going to keep asking questions or you here to fuck? There are no refunds. Jesus, maybe trying to arrange a Ring of Fire at home was a mistake. Do I need to drag this whore back up town?” I didn’t exactly remember it happening like that, but had little time to ponder a response before the next man mounted me. I tried keeping count but lost track after 2 - the crack made it so all my mind focused on was getting dicked. “How’s that hole feeling?” my BBC rapist asked, “Don’t start fading on me yet. You ain’t done. Here, hit the pipe, that’s it - hell yeah - you a fuckin rock star whore now working that pipe no handed. You know watching every nicca nutt drop just makes me horny and I can’t wait to tear that pussy up again. Ah, here comes an old smoke buddy. How’s it hangin man?” The guy who entered had a voice that was on the edge of being non-masculine and replied, “Good, good, all good. Folks down the way said you was whoring out some white ass. You know me; I’m always down for pounding a good ass especially when my woman won’t let me in her no more cause of all I’m carrying. Hell man - that pussy looks wet - how many niccas already been up in there? Really? You too? Shit! OK if I wipe it off. I like it dry and firm so I know the whore can feel me.” Someone’s hand began wiping my butt, my crack, my hole, my inner thighs with a towel. The latest guy then said, “Yo, you taken him to Union Station yet? You know those East side guys don’t come this way and bet they would enjoy some fresh twat. They’d mob that shit right.” All conversation ended then as the new man got on the bed, adjusted himself, and got to work. I grunted as he was pretty big, but it felt so fucking good. I tried lifting my hips up, but the ropes prevented it, so I just laid there and enjoyed the ride. Once he had finished, my BBC host followed the guy down the stairs. I could hear voices faintly coming from below and my hole twitched. I needed dick - and some more crack. I heard footsteps on the stairs, at least two men, someone sat in the chair - my rapist. “Well whore,” he said with a sigh like he had just gotten off a long day’s worth of work, “The cathouse is closed for the moment. Fuck that was a good run you fucking slut. Let the whore up.” I could tell it was Nathan untying the ropes on my wrists from his smell. Just like the crack, it was intoxicating and I could taste the foulness in the air. All the ropes loosened, I couldn’t move, my pimp knew what to do as he and Nathan began rubbing my limbs, “No worries. No worries at all. Just takes a minute to get all the blood flowing again, then you hit the pipe and you’ll be ready.” I doubted that. Seriously. I had just been gang raped - again - and I hurt. There was no fucking way! OK - spoiler - famous last words. I rolled over and with Nathan’s help sat up on the edge of the bed. I tore the dirty underwear off my face and my BBC host who was now sitting in the chair laughed and hit his pipe. The smoke swirled, I leaned forward and sniffed the rank air - I needed a hit. He set the pipe down, got down on one knee and with a screwdriver pried up one of the floor boards. He then eased up another, set them to the side, and smiled as he shook the Folgers can at me that had part of the stash of crack rock in it. The payment for my ass from the druggies. “No worries,” he said, “Nathan’s got the other can around, plenty to keep us twisted and going. This is just a little something for later for all my trouble.” His trouble? I did all the fucking work! I winced as I turned and saw the bloody, wet stained sheets, then the red, scrapes around my wrists and ankles. My host held out the pipe, swirled the flame as I sucked in the smoke, let me hit a few times more and noted, “This will ease any discomfort. I’ll get some ointment for those rope burns. In between sessions they’ll scab, peel, the skin will thicken up and toughen.” What did he mean in between sessions? I asked that question when he came back and kneeled on the floor in front of me. I got a good cuff to the head and he snarled, “You better learn now whore. You’ve become a gang rape pussy and every day I plan to tie you up on the bed, maybe at the park, or someplace else and let one nasty nicca after another fuck that ass to keep it good and open for me. I know you’d obey and probably do it anyways for these pipes I got, but I like that shit too - so it ain’t about you.” After some ointment was applied and gauze was wrapped around the rope marks, my host sat back in the chair and fed me the pipe again. Nathan was naked now, his dirty fingers jacking his long, hard dick. He paused long enough to hit the pipe, passed it back to my host who put in a fresh rock and the three of us quickly smoked it down. A new rock was being placed in the pipe when I stood up, eased in front of Nathan, he moved his hand, I reached back, grabbed his dick, and tried sitting on it. My hole was a little dry. Nathan reached his right hand between us and used his long fingernails to scratch my hole to get it wet. I pushed back; his dick filled my ring and kept going, and I pushed harder, “RAPE MY HOLE! PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK IT HARD - NOW - NOW! GIVE ME THAT BULL DICK!” I begged. Nathan laughed, held me in a bear hug and let me ride his BBC. He was enjoying it, “DIGGING YOUR DITCH OUT BITCH! FILLING THAT PUSSY UP - COME ON - RIDE THAT SHIT - RIDE IT IF YOU WANT THIS NUTT IN THAT WHORE ASS!” Our host had set the pipe down and was watching the show. His elephant dick was out and hanging down like a big trunk with a cold as snot dripped from the end. I met his eyes and smiled with a ‘let’s see what you got’ smirk so he would know I was up for any challenges. I could feel Nathan trying to pick up speed underneath me and his balls were riding high. Before he could release his bull seed I took advantage of his distraction, grabbed his hands, pried them apart, stood up and leaned forward pulling myself of his dick that was right at the edge of blowing his load. “WHERE THE FUCK YOU GOING?” he exclaimed. I turned, grabbed my BBC host’s dick and self-raped my hole by pushing it into me with no lube except the precum he was drooling and the wetness Nathan had created. The pain was fierce and I squatted back as deep as it would go on the initial thrust, which was not that far and before he could react I let go of his dick, turned, and pushed back onto Nathan’s who laughed. I bounced a few times and jumped back on our host. Nathan snarled, “RAPE THAT WHORE PUSSY!” My host stood up, pushing his dick deeper into my ass as he stepped forward, leaning me into Nathan. I reached down and grabbed Nathan’s big dick and held onto it as he kissed me, while my host began raping my hole. I was moaning and trying to scream from the pain of being split open again, but my rapist’s hands found my throat and squeezed tighter, tighter, and as he started slam fucking me with his elephant dick he bellowed, “FUCKING CRACK WHORE! TAKING MY BIG DICK - ALL THAT DIRTY NICCA CUM IN THERE - NOW YOU’RE GONNA GET IT GOOD. LIGHTS OUT WHORE! FUCKING LIGHTS OUT BITCH CUNT! YEAH TOO MUCH DICK AIN’T IT - I’LL BREAK THAT FUCKING WIND PIPE TO GET MY NUTT IF I HAVE TOO - LIGHTS…” Light flooded my eyes as I moaned. My BBC rapist was on my back now. He had me laid out on the bed, face down, as he held my hips and pounded my hole. Suddenly his body froze, he grunted, and I could feel his long dick ejaculating deep inside me. His black shaft twitched, pulsed, and skittered as it unloaded. He let out a big sigh, slid his body back, leaving a trail of elephant dick sperm as my open hole gaped in abandonment. “STAY THERE. NATHAN HERE’S GOING TO GET SLOPPY SECONDS. WHEN HE’S DONE, COME DOWN STAIRS. I’M HUNGRY AND YOU NEED TO FIX US SOMETHING.” Nathan wasted no time mounting me and took his time enjoying my wide open ass and telling me how his dirty dick was going to push more cum inside me. Once his carnal lust was sated, Nathan climbed off me, gave my ass a good slap, and left me on the bed. I reached back, touched my busted hole, felt the slithering man seed spilling out, coated my finger and licked it clean. Pure masculine essence! My host was right; it hurt to walk. Every step was like someone flicking a lighter inside my ass and guts. I eased down the stairs to find the two BBC sitting in the living room, crack pipes in hand, smiling at my tender-footed approach. I went over to my host to ask for a hit on the pipe and just got a smile and a negative nod along with jerk of his head towards the kitchen. A few minutes later I was back, handed off the plates with their sandwiches, and eased down onto the floor by my host’s feet. He tapped my shoulder, held the pipe so I could hit it, and I relaxed back against his legs. A few more hits and I was eyeing his elephant dick and looking at Nathan, wondering which one I could entice to stick it back in me. There was a knock - faint at first then firmer. “Get the door,” my host ordered. I got up, walked into the hall and before I opened the door paused, and thought maybe I should find some clothes first. The knock was louder now and a voice hollered from the living room, “GET THE FUCKING DOOR!” I eased the door open a crack, then wide enough to let the guy in. He nervously looked around, saw I was totally nude, his eyes got big then he smiled. He was white, 40s maybe and looked like a 1970s porn star or the Marlboro Man, with long greasy black hair combed straight back and a big thick mustache that hung down the sides of his mouth. His cheeks were sunk in, his skin pock marked, and he had dark circles under his eyes that made him look part Raccoon. My host stepped out wearing his dirty white underwear and asked, “Yeah?” The white guy hemmed, hawed, and his hand shook as he held out a big chunk of crack. A smile and a quick set of orders followed, “Just take it here, in the hall. And from now on, anyone else who comes knocking don’t bother me if all they want is pussy. You take their rock, then take their nutt. Fuck them right here in the hall like a real whore.” I was left in the hall with the white guy who quickly fumbled his dick out. What a let down, after having those two giant BBC up in me. But the guy got hard quick so I leaned forward, steadied myself against the wall, and let him stick his crusty dick in and give me a quick nutt. Through the evening I greeted the few other stragglers who showed up at the door like the crack whore I was. They plugged me right there in the front hall with raw pipe for a chunk of rock, which I then offered to my BBC host and Nathan. No matter what I did though, they both held off breeding me again and it was driving me crazy. I think they liked that though, seeing me desperate for dick. My host got up, locked the front door and turned off the light. He went upstairs, came down, and handed Nathan a pillow and blanket. I figured I was going to get to go home then, but when I said I should get my clothes and get going he laughed, and said, “Two things wrong with that statement. First, you’re a whore and that pussy needs the pipes and I got both right here. Second, Nathan there looks like he’s about ready for another go at it so spread that cunt open and let him fuck it. When it’s nice and full, then bring your white ass upstairs because I plan to rape the fuck out of you good and give you something to really put to sleep. Tomorrow’s another day in whoreville and I got a couple ideas. I know a couple guys hung about my size who’ve I’ve done some wild tag rape shit with. I also think my old smoke buddy had it right. I need to run you over to Union Station and let those niccas have a turn on that ass. Always good to have them owe me a favor.” I turned to go please Nathan who was standing by the couch, naked, stroking his big hard dick. My host stopped me, grabbing me from the back and jamming his dick head into my ass plugging my hole, “YOU’VE BEEN A GOOD CRACK WHORE TODAY PUSSY. I WANT THAT HOLE WET SO I CAN RAPE YOU GOOD. YOU PLAY WITH FIRE LITTLE BOY, YOU GET BURNED AND TODAY WAS JUST A LITTLE BLAZE - TOMORROW I’M GONNA DROP YOU INTO A FUCKING BONFIRE.” Stay Tuned for Part 4 - The Bonfire (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

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PART 4: I had not even been in DC for a week and here I was ready to be a gangbang-train run-slut whore-raw bottom for any dick that paid $20 at the city’s biggest sex party. If my friends could only see me now - HA! Garrett - my new landlord/employer/fuck buddy led me to the warehouse/parking garage he owned where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” Garrett’s ugly troll dick spewed thick sludge like a sewer pipe and I was tempted to ask if I could stay there in the alley to get fucked, but sighed when he insisted we go on in. The place seemed deserted, but as we walked towards the front, I saw people setting things up - running wires, stocking basic bars, dumping bags of ice into chests full of cans of beer, and more. Garrett explained as he gave me the grand tour, “These parties started out small. Some little basement up off Florida Ave, but after I bought this place, I offered to go in as a partner with the guy who does most of the organizing, and it didn’t take long to literally blow up. This is a warehouse/old parking garage, so lot’s of great spaces to use. We get all the DC queens, but guys come in from Virginia, down from Maryland and Baltimore, fuck we even have some die hards from Philly who come spend the weekend. There’s music, drinks, places to sit and chill and smoke or snort like that area with the couches - and this bed - one of my prize finds - gets a lot of action, but most of it is for show. You get a few die-hard sex hounds who enjoy fucking in front of everyone. Just like that tub over there by the bathroom - that’s for the piss pigs. This is the one night you can find the leather men from the Eagle, the sweater queens from JR’s, the dance queens from Southwest, the street trade from the Fire Place, the sleazy boys from the Green Lantern, all mingling in one place.” A few of the men setting up paused to look at us as we walked by. A couple smiled in a way I would come to learn meant they wanted some raw ass and were down for anything quick and dirty. Garrett clearly knew everyone, but was focused on the tour. I was impressed, even more so when he said, “I clear more money just from the door charge than most of the bars in Dupont do in two weeks. Add in the drinks and other ‘extras’ and that’s another four weeks easy.” I tried to quickly run the numbers in my head and while I did not know what total sales were for all those bars, I knew about what Garrett pulled in at the one where I met him where he was majority owner - damn! We walked up a ramp to an area where there was basically nothing and Garrett explained, “This is the ‘back room’. No lights get turned on up here. There’s a little ambient light from those top windows, but barely enough to see your hand in front of your face. For those guys who can’t loosen up to play around down below, they eventually find their way up here. I know more than one sweater queen who got more than he bargained for when he wandered into the wrong group of guys fresh from the Eagle up here.” I asked if he was worried about the cops raiding the place or anyone getting seriously hurt. “No, not really,” Garrett said. “I know all the cops around here and several of them will work security for the party when they are off duty. I also have a few other guys who wander around, keeping an eye on things, and if on the rare chance someone doesn’t like what is happening fuck this place is crawling with people so easy enough to step away.” My mouth must have been hanging open as I stared around at the ‘back room’, the stains on the floor, imaging all the cum and man sweat that would be shot in here soon. Then I asked, “If you have all this, then why would anyone pay for Speed Breeding? I mean, it sounds like there is plenty of ass here if people want it.” Garrett handed me the bottle of cocaine as he lit a cigarette and shook head, “Yeah, of course. But like I said, a lot of what happens is just looking, touching, a quick suck here and there. People come for the ‘possibility’ of the taboo - few actually have the balls to jump into the deep end. That’s why I have Speed Breeding. True, it’s a little extra cash, but for a lot of guys, all the drinking, teasing, and stimuli would leave them so frustrated they would never come back so I make sure they can get a release. Speaking of - get on your knees and suck my dick while I finish my smoke.” I was slobbering his dick, jacking mine, silently begging for him to shoot in my mouth. He flicked his cigarette butt against the wall, stepped back, I asked, “Can you cum?” He laughed and said, “Not yet. But I will - maybe. You know there’s going to lots of pretty young ass prancing around here tonight and I do so enjoy corrupting the innocent.” Back down on the main level we worked our way through the various areas being set up to the other end of the warehouse/parking garage. Garrett pointed back the way we had come, “Down at the end closer to 15th Street is where cars would enter and that side door is where everyone comes in. Always good to have a line out front as no one wants to go in someplace that’s dead. I also will have porn playing down there just off to the side so that as people come in they hear the sounds of sex. Make them think there is a lot going on. I first tried having the VIP area down there and the Speed Breeding, but works out better this way. Just up there - the end closer to the 14th Street - is the EXIT. This is the VIP area …” Garrett held the door open to what appeared to a couple of old offices. The windows had been covered with black paint. It was very dim and already smoky as the guys doing the set up were all smoking. The guys were all eye candy too and seemed to represent the various groups from a guy in chaps to a preppy guy and more. Through the next room was a door that led into a hall and on each side of the hall was another office. The windows facing into the hall had been painted black. There was a small bed in each room, stacks of paper towel rolls, a garbage can, a small ice chest, a chair, a small TV playing porn with a stack of porn videos beside it, an ashtray, a mirror for cocaine and a few straws, poppers, an assortment of bottles of lube - but clearly absent - no condoms. What I assumed was a closet was actually a toilet and hand basin. “These are the Speed Breeding rooms,” Garrett explained. “While folks may want sleazy, for $20 they expect more than a corner with a shower curtain hung up in front. The process is simple. I have a guy who sits at the hall door at the front there. He collects the money and the men walk into whatever room is free. There is no choosing - they get whatever ass is available - yours or C.O.’s boy. When you shut the door, there is a red bulb that turns on in the hallway and in the room and a timer starts. They get 5 minutes. When the timer runs out both lights go off. My guys will give them a few seconds to get dressed, but then they will open the door if the have to and send them on their way. They can do whatever they want for that 5 minutes - have you tell them a nursery rhyme for all I care, but the goal is to get them to have fun and let loose - literally.” I nodded, understanding. Garrett reminded me, “Remember it’s all about the taboo, the risk. Some guys may want it totally dark - some may want you to suck them first - but 5 minutes goes by awful fast. See that lit box under the red bulb? That’s an old flip timer my electrical guy installed in both rooms - got it from a bank or something. It will count down from 5 minutes so you can keep an eye on the time and speed things along if you need to. Here - let me show you.” Garrett closed the door, the red bulb went on casting a devilish glow, and the timer started to count down from 5:00 with a CLICK as the metallic number tabs turned and the gears whirred; 4:59 CLICK; 4:48 CLICK; 4:57 - fuck that was going to get annoying. Garrett pointed at the timer, “5 minutes to get your ass loaded. Most of the guys will blow in 30 seconds, but if you feel like a guy is not there, ease off, wait out the timer, tell him to circle back around and you will be happy to given him another 5 minutes - for another $20 of course. Be that naked, hungry cum dump I know you are and work those fucking dicks and get their loads. A few rules: If you need to let any of it out, use the toilet there but tell my guys you need a minute, leave the door open and make it quick; Same if you need to snort some lines, drink, or whatever; Don’t drink anything unless it’s from a can you opened and don’t let it sit around so no one slips anything into it - same with the cocaine; There’s a box by the door for TIPS right by the chair and whatever gets put in there is extra and for you only; See the walls here? They only go up to 7-feet so everything that goes on in here can be heard in the main VIP room - faintly - but it can be heard - so the sounds of fucking will get you more dick for sure; The first few hours may be a little slow but things will really start picking up by midnight and then it gets balls crazy from there until 4:00 AM when we have to ‘technically’ close; Don’t leave the room. I need you boys here the whole time; I will have a guy at the other end of the hall so when the men are done fucking, he guides them out that way as the next ones come in the front. They can leave if they want, or come back, or go back to the main event. With your ass I expect you will have a few repeats as I always get a couple perverts - like myself - that hits its early and then again later; and Finally, if you feel for any reason that something’s not right like the guy is too drunk, or gets rough - not play rough, but you know like want to hurt you rough, or anything at all you just holler and both my guys will be in here in seconds. The doors don’t lock. “Give me your keys to the house and anything else you got on you. OK, Any questions?” Garrett asked as he lit a cigarette and absently stroked his bulging troll dick through his pants. I stepped to the door, pulled it open slightly, the red light shut off, the timer whirred and clicked back to 5:00, I shut the door firmly, the red light came back on, CLICK, the timer started. I stepped over to Garrett, unzipped his pants, and started sucking his dick like my life depended on it. “OH JESUS,” he said as he guided my head with his left hand while holding his cigarette in his right. I had not swallowed his cum before and I wanted to taste it - to taste that dirty semen and to have his cum coating my throat for the rest of the night. “SWALLOW THAT FUCKING LOAD - SWALLOW IT ALL - GET EVERY DIRTY DROP - OH CHRIST!” Garrett proclaimed. A few more contractions of my mouth and I eased back, stood up, wiped the spittle and dick juice from the corners of my mouth, looked at the timer - 2:15 - then to Garrett and asked, “Feel better?” He just shook his head, sighed as he stuffed his dick back in his pants, “Ah the eagerness of youth,” he said as if that explained everything. His load was ashy, earthy, sour, and thick and I told myself I wanted more of that sometime too, but now time for business. I followed Garrett as he completed one last walk around. There was just under an hour before they would open the doors and start letting guys in. He introduced me to the host of the event, several of the guys who worked there, and then about 30 minutes out C.O.’s boy Kip showed up. There was just something about Kip. We didn’t click the first time I met him and not then either. I did smile though knowing I had pleased his pimp, C.O., and thinking about the BBC gangbang C.O. had taken me to and then him fucking me in Garrett’s backyard made me horny as hell and raring to go. I stepped away from the group, turned into a corner, did a huge snort out of the brown bottle and told Garrett I was going to go get ready. The music had cranked up, voices were louder, sounds of a party wound and weaved through the warehouse/parking garage to where I was near the VIP section. The big guy sitting out front collecting the $20 fee didn’t give me his name, but seemed nice enough, told me he would take care of me, and I could not help but eye the bulge in his crotch. The guy who sat at the back end looked like C.O. at first - rough, street looking dude - and in the dim light I could see he was tall, stocky, and the small glare from his smoke showed a full beard. As I approached he got off his stool, towering over me, set his cigarette in an ashtray placed on another stool beside him and said, “May I help you?” He then looked up the hall to the front and I turned and saw Kip leaning out of his room who then yelped and ducked back in. “I just wanted to introduce myself,” I said, “I’m helping Garrett out and….” He didn’t take my offered hand and just noted, “I know who you are.” I turned to go, paused, then sort of stumbled back a step right into the man. I innocently turned my head as I slid my shorts down and quietly said, “No one’s around yet. You want to fuck me?” OK, I am usually not - OK, I am NEVER, that bold, but between the cocaine, the nutt in my ass from earlier, the taste of Garrett’s second load in my mouth, the anticipation of what was to come, I needed my hole poked. His calloused black hand came around my throat, pulled me tight against his body, his denim jeans doing nothing to hide the steel pipe shaft snaking down his right thigh, “YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN BOY,” he growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - ASS OR PUSSY - EITHER ONE AND IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE, YOU’D BE SCREAMING YOUR REGRETS RIGHT NOW. BUT MY MAN’S BEEN GOOD TO ME AND MINE SO I’M NOT FUCKING WITH HIS SHIT. TONIGHT’S HIS BUSINESS AND YOU NEED TO DO YOUR PART AND I’LL DO MINE.” With a grunt he released me, sat back down on the stool, picked up his smoke, and smiled at me through the haze. I boldly reached out and ran my fingers up and down the dark outlines of his manhood and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle my business. But when the party’s over, I may need someone to walk me home.” With that invite hanging - along with his ginormous BBC - I went down the hall to my Speed Breeding room, got naked, sat on the bed, snorted a few lines of cocaine, jacked my dick, put some porn on and waited for my first John. I was lost in a movie when the light grew dimmer, the door closed, the red bulb turned on and the timer started - CLICK. The man was short, balding, paunchy, had on glasses, and leered at me with a snaggle toothed smile. I smiled back. I stood up, bent over the bed, and he said, “Oh no, no no. Kiss me.” What? I turned and looked at him. His physical looks didn’t really bother me - hell as a bottom the ‘ugliest’ tops were some of the best fucks - but this guy was effeminate too. It took me a second to remember the saying the guys in Texas used to blurt, “HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND A STRING OF PEARLS FELL OUT!” or some shit like that. I just was not into fem guys. Clearly I had discovered I had few limits, and a broad range of men I would let fuck me, but this? This was too much. CLICK - the fucking timer. I looked at him, the mirror full of coke, snorted some lines, stood up, and leaned down and kissed the little man as he touched my dick. I had to be the aggressor and slid my tongue between his small, dry cracked lips. He moaned - CLICK. I reached down to touch his dick, “No, no, no. Kiss me.” OK, whatever. Back to his mouth - CLICK. My tongue darted in his mouth. I reached up and held his head - CLICK. I flicked my tongue side to side and up and down - CLICK. He moaned. I added some spit - CLICK. I explored his teeth - CLICK. He pulled back and shook, shivered, and had a small convulsion. Fuck was he having a heart attack? A dark stain appeared on the front of his Khakis. Damn - he just blew his load! The man turned, yanked the door open, and scurried down the hall like a rabbit with a fox on its tail. The big black man - fuck I still didn’t know his name, calmly pushed the EXIT door open, the small man hurried through, then the door was shut. I waved for the black guy to come to the room as I furtively looked to the front and saw the guy who took the cash but no one else waiting. “What the fuck was that?” I asked. The black guy looked at my white skin, reached out and circled my pink nipple as he licked his lips. He smiled. I crossed my hands over my chest and said, “What? Now you want to fuck me?” He just shook his head and went back to his post. I snorted some more coke and waited. The door to my room was slightly further down the hall than Kip’s. I heard his door open, a man walk by who looked at me and smiled as he slicked his hair back and left. Kip’s door closed. OK, tonight was not off to a great start. I didn’t have to wait long for my first load: The next guy that came in was a little drunk for sure, but had a nice, thick uncut dick and like Garrett predicted, he cummed in my ass within about a minute of sticking it in. I had barely lubed my hole up before he got behind me, shoved, pumped, and spurted. A few more guys came through, each much like the last, nothing special to remember except hot nutt in my ass and not one of them asked about safe sex, or a condom, or status. The next guy though - fuck I had to stop and sort several lines of cocaine just to deal with him. Fucking high maintenance. He wanted more light, less light, not that video, did I have condoms, how many loads had I taken? What was my status? Did I know the importance of safe sex? I barely saw his dick before the timer stopped - thank God. When he left I motioned to the guy taking the money and told him, “I will not deal with that asshole again.” That’s all I had to say. More coke, more raw dick, more cum. The music seemed louder, the voices sharper, the shadows darker - damn I was fucked up. Sad though as I barely felt the fucks. I mean nothing against the guys at all, all seemed like nice dicks, but nothing so special that it cut through the high, made my ass ache after, or made me wish I was theirs to take home. That all changed when he walked in. HOLY SHIT! WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE? I had just finished using the closet toilet and wiped the man spooge out of my crack when I sat back on the bed, snorted some lines, and looked up. He walked in, shut the door, unbuttoned his pants and with them around his ankles turned around and stopped - it was one of my friends. One of the guys I had stayed with when I first came to DC. His eyes got wide - he mumbled and fumbled trying to pull his pants up. I stepped over to him, he stood up, I grabbed his dick and stroked and asked, “You trying to fuck or what?” So the backstory recap on why this was weird: The guy who just walked in - I will call him Mr. M - he and I were bar friends, pool table buddies. Nice guy. Big executive in a multinational company, but married and just ‘coming out’. Sort of. Mr. L - who would become his lover - was someone we all met the same night at the bar. He was new to the neighborhood, we asked him to play pool with us, he and Mr. M spent the night together and the rest was wedded bliss. Well things got weird when Mr. M asked me to let Mr. L have one of the spare rooms at my house. He was living in a bad place, had to get out ASAP. Sure, no problem. Well when Mr. L moved in we became friends, sort of best friends I thought. Mr. M seemed a little jealous at times and even once accused me (while at the bar drunk) of sleeping with his new lover Mr. L - which never happened. We were friends. Not my type. I was helping someone out in need, blah blah blah. Anyways, things were just always a little weird after that. Mr. M and Mr. L became a hot power couple, moved to DC, we kept in touch, when my life went to hell they invited me to stay with them but Mr. M always still seemed a little surly. Now here I was, buck-naked and Mr. M had his dick hanging out. They always said they were monogamous, but fuck - I didn’t give a shit. If he was here, he wanted to fuck. I spit in my hand, pressed Mr. M against the wall as I pushed back on his dick and rode his shaft for all I was worth. It took me close to 4 minutes, but he cummed in my ass then quickly wiped his dick off and left. HA! I watched Mr. M practically run out the back door. The black guy at the back looked at me - I looked up front and no one was watching - I stepped into the hall, bent over and spread my cheeks so he could see the fresh load of cum coating my ass pussy. I smiled and walked back into the room, his low growl echoing over the music and sounds of the party. The next few hours were a bit of a blur - too much cocaine. There was a guy who I thought must have been homeless from his stink but he had a huge dick that stretched me good, so I was happy. A couple jock Daddy types who seemed to enjoy fucking rough. Another dude who insisted I find a condom and finally I flung the door open and shoved him into the hall - end of that. Overall the night was OK - not great - but OK. Frankly I had a much better time at the BBC gangbang a few nights prior. Those men were ALL well hung. They fucked with no strings, no drama, and all they wanted was a raw hole to cum in. Drugs, drink, smoke, all on deck along with balls to the wall hardcore fucking. The VIPs at this sex party were just a bit too tame and vanilla for my tastes. Yeah I looked the vanilla part, and could play a JR’s ‘sweater queen’ on TV, but inside I was more of an Eagle slut, or BBC hood slut. I heard there was a bar called Bachelor’s Mill where the BBC went, but the BBC there were only into black holes – not pink ones. Sigh! Garrett was in the tiny doorway of the closet toilet. He handed me a wad of bills and smiled, “From your TIP box,” he said. I blushed, took the cash, not sure exactly where to put it so handed it back to him and said, “Can you…..” Another voice interrupted us as a black hand snatched the cash, took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black guy I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Fuck me this series is so fucking hot

I have cheated in every relationship. Love the thrill and excitement. Can't stay monogamous

Chemmed and turned into an insatiable slut at an Adult theater CD Slut Slammed at a XXX Theater I had fantasized about doing this for quite some time. I’d been in a few threesomes while partying but never a gangbang. So I finally planned to make it real and do it on a Saturday. I got a hold of some Tina (it was one big chunk of glass no shards or pieces). I prepared myself by cleaning inside and out. I got in the shower, shaved completely smooth. Then I smoked a couple hits of Tina and I was feeling horny, so I lubed up good, took a hit of poppers and took a 9” jelly dildo slowly into my ass. My sphincter muscles stretched open to accommodate its girth, impaling my ass till I bottomed out to its base, opening the second sphincter with the dildo’s fat head. Then being so horny, I started to fuck myself with the dildo stuck to the wall of the shower. I had to remind myself not to overdo it; the best was yet to come. So I got out of the shower, dried of and got dressed. (When I party with Tina I instantly become an insatiable bottom slut whose sole purpose is to be used for the sexual pleasure to all those around me. So when I dress in slutty feminine attire it makes me become submissive, lose all my inhibitions to use my sensuality to become a sexual plaything.) So I got dresses in a black garter belt, fishnet stockings, a corset (It makes my tits a noticeable “B” breasts), a skin tight very short little black dress and thong pink panties. I put my high heels into my bag. Then I put on my “male” clothes over my slutty clothes and wear slip-on shoes. I prepared a rig using 0.38 gram dose dissolved in 70 units of saline. (I once did 0.40, my largest slam I’ve done in the year I started using meth. That time I was so high that I could not stop my arms from shaking and felt a bit nauseas but it passed quickly. Then I immediately began sucking and riding any and every cock around.) This time I wanted not to shake and be able to walk in heels, so I thought. Then I drove the distance to one of the last large XXX Adult theaters left in the city that shows a variety of porn genres in various theaters all at the same time. I go inside paid the entrance fee, bought a bottle of water and enter the theater. It’s completely dark inside so I take a seat to let my eyes a just to the dark. Looking around I see a couple of guys on their knees sucking on guys cocks. After a few minutes I decided to “get in the proper” slutty mood while there’s a lot of sexual activity going on around me; before there’s a lull in the action. I quickly checked my watch; it was 4:15 PM. So I found a private place to administer the slam. I tie off the tourniquet, find a vein, register, and then push down the plunger, injecting the complete dose. Wow! I feel the high, coughed twice. I never cough! (Felt like I needed to but never did in the past) Then started to shake and my sight was blurry, slight ringing in my ears. This subsided and but I kept on the tourniquet, thinking that it would give me sufficient time to re-enter the theater, remove my male outer attire and change into my platform heels. But this was the strongest shit I’ve ever experienced in the past year since I’d been slamming. I needed to get back in the theater. I quickly entered the theater and sat down in one of the smaller theaters on the immediate right. I looked at what was on the screen, there was a woman getting fucked by a large cock. Realizing that I was in the straight porn theater and I needed to go to the theater on the other side showing trannie porn. I don't completely remember the details of what exactly happened next. I think that I undressed; I got my heels from my bag, removed my shoes and pants and placed it in my bag. So I got up with my jacket unzipped and open in the front. I tried to walk over to the other theater showing the “trannie” porn. I think I was about to make it to the bench area, at the rear of the main theater. But it was very difficult for me to walk wearing high heels. I looked at the movie on the screen it was showing a scene where a group of guys were bareback fucking a guy while he was deep-throating another guy's cock. They were gang banging him. In that instant I believe that the tourniquet came off my arm. Bam! I was overcome with an uncontrollable desire to strip down right then and there! I was so high, out of control and overcome by completely by lust. I needed a cock any cock right now! Not realizing that the top of my dress was not up, my “B” size tits were exposed as I tore off my jacket. I was in the spot light of the isle for all to see, dressed like a slut in a tight very short dress, garter belt, fish net stockings, high heels and tiny pink thong panties. I could barely walk, so I made a "bee-line" to the dark area in the back of the main theater to my immediate right. Little did I know that large number of guys throughout the theater that had witnessed me standing in the spot light, dressed like a slut, bare tits exposed, with long hair, looking completely like a horny single white female or trannie girl looking for sex. And now they all were headed to the dark area that I’d disappeared into to check out this horny half naked slut. I remember reaching the iron bars on the rear wall; my eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness there. I was bending over trying to feel for the sofa on the far wall to sit down and gather my things and find a nice cock to service. Being disoriented I had bent over, my very tight and short little black dress was riding up and presenting my pink thong panty covered round ass to the guys seated on the couch there in the darkness. I guess my presentation was more enough invitation to provoke immediate action. I do remember one big bear guy grabbing my hips, pulling me backwards toward him making me off balance. As I fell backwards toward the couch, other hands catching me and pulling me to the couch. At the same time my pantied ass either fell into or he trust his face and forced his tongue through my thong panties into my ass. That's all it took. I started to moan loudly from the pleasure I was feeling. I tried to reach back and pull my panties to the side to give him full access to lick my ass. He was quicker than me and pulled my panties down with the assistance of many eager hands, I was pick up, and spun around so I was now kneeing sideways on the sofa, head down supported by my elbows, legs spread, my ass sticking out over the end giving him full access to my ass. The guy was now deeply eating my hole, driving his tongue deeply into my now sloppy wet pussyass. I needed a cock in my mouth! I turned my head to the right and saw a guy who was stoking his now hard cock. I just motioned to the guy with my right hand for him to come closer, which he did and I just sucked his cock into my mouth and kept moaning from the sheer pleasure of being rimmed. I think the guy that was eating my ass quickly put on a condom and tried to penetrate my pussyass. I reached back with my left hand, grabbed his cock, and guided it into me. Gripping it tightly, making his cock rock hard, as I slowly let him penetrate my ass, while trying to say, “Easy, go slow it’s been quite a while since the last time I that was fucked.” muffled by the cock still partially in my mouth. (Which isn't entirely true, my ass is ALLWAYS tight when it is first penetrated.) But then when he hit bottom bottomed he started fucking me. For some reason I cannot recall why I could not continue to use my right hand to hold onto the base of the cock that was in my mouth to pull his cock down my throat, like I did when I waved him closer. I could not move my body either, because while I was being fucked in the ass, a guy who was sitting on the couch to my left was feeling up my shaved smooth body with his hands found my very noticeable breasts and started to play with the nipple. Then moments later another guy that was kneeling on the floor on my right side found my right nipple started to play with it, then immediately got underneath me and started sucking my right tit. When the guy on my left noticed my reaction he too got underneath me and started to suck my left tit. So they and an unknown amount of hands were all over feeling my shaved smooth body, my ass, and holding me in place. (What always happens when I party with Tina, is that my nipples become extremely sensitive, especially my left tit, when played with and sucked on. I get incredibly turned on! I’ll moan uncontrollably, my breath panting while my teeth chatter uncontrollably, giving me multiple waves of orgasmic pleasure. I start begging, “Please keep fuck me!”) With all of this sexual stimulation my ass was getting sloppy wet with mucus (spit, the best lube) just like a young pussy. As my pussyass opened wide, trying to thrust my ass backwards to take his cock deep down inside, filling me. Then tighten and grip his cock with my pussyass muscles, as he pulls out, milking his cock of come. So I was driven to deep-throat this guys cock without the use of using my hand to hold his shaft or moving my head or body to bob up and down, so I used suction to suck his cock down my throat till my nose and chin bottomed out on his pelvis! I know he enjoyed was enjoying it, because "He just kept repeating, "This is fucking awesome man!" "This is the fucking best blow job I've ever had in my life!" My mind was set to return this state of ecstasy they had put me in, I had to return the favor of sexually pleasure to all who were around me. I remember after the big bear of a guy who ate out my ass was first to fuck me, when he finished, the guy that I was sucking took his place and another cock was shoved into my open mouth, fucking deep down my open throat. I do remember the first three sets of cocks and that as each cock left my mouth another one would take its place. While hearing guys commenting on how great it was or wanting to take a turn at fucking me. It all became a blur to me; with some memories of some really big and thick cocks that I could not open my mouth wide enough, then feeling them stretching open my sloppy wet pussy ass and then fucking the shit out of me. And when someone came and pulled out of my pussyass I’d start to pled, “Don’t stop.””Please fuck me!” “Anyone please fuck my pussy!” When it came to a break; I really needed one. I spun my body around and sat my ass back on the sofa where it all had stated. I put my hand up to the guys that were still around me and said, “Sorry, but I need a break, catch my breath, drink some water and to clean up a little.” Some of the guys that were gathered around said they wanted to “hit that shit” again. I kind of felt a little like I was letting than down, that they were waiting and hadn’t got their turn. So I said, “I’m not going anywhere.” “I’m going to be here for quite a while.” “If you still want it just come and find me. I promise make it up to you until you’re fully satisfied!” I was exhausted, and feeling a little light headed, wet from sweat and sticky. I took a sip from the bottled water I retrieved for my bag, and then tried checked my watch to check the time. I say this because my vision was blurry I had the look at my watch about three times for me to focus and my brain to realize the time interval that had past. It was now a few minutes shy of 8:00 PM. I got was so high and was completely out of control with lust that for the past all most 4 hours I had been non-stop gangbanged, "Spit Roasted" by so many guys that I just can recall the beginning couple of guys that fucked my pussyass while I was sucking a cock, more like I was being fucked in the mouth. I remember feeling a bit nauseas and like I had to throw up but I could not since over that expanse of time the majority of all the semen I had swallowed, because it is a liquid had already passed through my stomach in the duodenum. I sipped some more water and the nausea passed. I cleaned up, brushed my hair, toweled dry. I gathered my clothes, with the help of some of the guys. Put my “male” outer wear on and wet to the bathroom and changed into a new outfit. When I went back to the theater, the one showing the trannie porn, I removed my outer wear, changed back into high heels. I sucked a few cocks then got up and walked around a bit. A guy came up said to me “That ass of yours is fucking great.” That he did it twice and was willing to do it again. Another guy noticed me and asked if we could get together next Saturday and do it all over again. I said why wait till next Saturday, why not now. We started in the back of the main theater but the rows of seats got in the way. So we went to the sofa in the other dark area. I didn’t leave until early Sunday morning. My pussyass still aches, but in a good way. tinapantybtm@gmail.com P.S. I'd like to try this again, but maybe in a more private setting that I could really let my inner slut completely out!