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Author’s note: I find adding tech to sex and drugs hot - so fuck it if you don’t. This is my first attempt at a story. Cody - manager of computer repair shop Rick - the actual owner of the shop...for tax purposes mostly Josh - hottest employee All guys explore their dark side at some point. It calls to us. Some don’t go very far, just the occasional wank off to some perverted shit online when they get a serious case of blue balls. I have a secret. Well actually, I have a lot of secrets, just most of them aren’t mine. We’ll get to that. My name is Cody and I run an out of the way computer repair shop called CompuTIM...and I’m a blackhat hacker. Not really a good idea to reveal to people who you are, but I just can’t keep this sweet fucking deal to myself anymore. It’s the absolute fucking best. The owner of the shop (Rick) is my bitch/slave. Depends on the day, mostly on how much I care. He probably shouldn’t have hired me, but hey, that’s how life is sometimes. He is still the legal shop owner on paper - for tax purposes and just in case shit heads south. He’s in one of the soundproofed back rooms now, bound and gagged on a sling - being fed a very slow drip of Tina through an IV. I’ve got a sensor setup that monitors his vitals and I’ve coded it so that when I’m not using him, he is kept teetering on the edge, feeling buzzed and craving more crystal. My team and I hooked the system up to an app so I can get him primed up whenever I need. I even took the time to hook in a massive nutrient reservoir to his IV, mostly so he doesn’t die when I forget about him. He’s 34 (ish - don’t really keep track) and a little gaunt from the years of my abuse, but he is kept muscled from his strict workout program and mostly Tina diet. He’s part of my benefits package and one of the primary reasons I’m able to hire such hot, fucking-twisted programmers and engineers. He’s there in case any of my guys get horny. Hell, when you’re willing to pay a high hourly rate and tack on an excellent ‘benefits’ package (sex/drugs/rock n’ roll), it’s easy to find the talent you need. Today has been a good day so far. I sit behind the counter and take a large hit off my T-vape. I look at it and smile to myself. One of my very first projects had been a vape pen mod that allowed for the convenient smoking of crystal anywhere vape pens went. All our customers thought my staff and I needed to go on nicotine patches, but we were all actually guilty of something much worse - keeping a nice Meth-charged buzz going. When one of us got a little too worked up, they would just take a break. Josh (one of my best employees) walks out of the back, adjusting his crotch, a look of relief apparent on his face. Good for him, he needed it. I was sad to have missed the action, but I knew I could watch it later. I’d spent some serious time and money on that particular backroom and the entire place was wired with high-def cameras. I decide to let the now relaxed and refreshed Josh take the frazzled, elderly woman that came in wailing “My cat photos are all gone…” while I head to the back. As the door is still closing behind me, I strip off my shirt to reveal a soft six pack. I walk into our locker room and head to my locker, taking off my belt and stripping off my jeans. I don’t wear underwear at work, so my thick 8” dick pops out and slaps against my stomach. I tense my muscles a little and look at myself in the massive mirror that spans the wall. I’m 5’10”. I have brown hair, green eyes, and I’ve got some decent muscle definition. My six pack is a little soft but I kind of like it better that way. I shove my clothes into the locker and it locks with a satisfying *CLICK*. I head into the hallway and over to the next room. I see Josh has left on RAMR. Earlier this year, my team helped me construct RAMR (Robotic Autonomous Mind-fucking Raper), a self-cleaning fuck/enema machine that can conceal itself when unused by lowering into the floor. Image recognition technology makes it pretty easy to automatically line up and remotely decimate the modern-day slave’s hole with just the tap of a button. All the employees have access to SlaveApp which allows control of things like speed, vibration, depth and width from any smartphone. There are some hardcore “fucker detection” safeguards in place that prevent one employee from unwantedly ramming another - one of my contributions to the project. Part of my HR work as a manager. RAMR is railing Rick. He’s being swung back far on his sling, tossed into the air, then gravity forces him down hard, all the way to the base of what looks to be a massive length. It is churning Josh’s poz cum and working it deep into the business owner’s hole. I can’t tell through the gag if he’s screaming or moaning. The display showed that Josh had left Rick’s T-level set at .4, so I was guessing moaning, but it didn’t really fucking matter. I open SlaveApp and deactivate RAMR. As it slides itself into the floor, Rick starts whimpering. Because he is still in pain or because he wants more? It doesn’t matter. I step up, and slam my entire 8” length into his sloppy hole. After constant abuse, Rick’s hole was destroyed. Hell, we’d all been hitting it for 2 or 3 years now. It was worthless to all but the thickest and longest cocks. With a 6” girth, I was gifted and his hole is perfect for me (and my staff) to drop a load in whenever we need to. Josh had left a huge charged load behind which acted as perfect lube for my own death stick. I slide my raw cock in and out of his used cunt and let out a moan. Fuck, it’s good to be me. I bury my dick over and over into his hot pussy, faster and faster and let out 1 - 2 - 3 shots in a huge load of charged-up cum deep in his hole. I continue to slowly work my dick in and out, not quite ready to go back to work, I pull out my phone, and start casting Josh’s session to the screen.

Part 79 - The Smell of Leather Joe and Kyle were packing up the last of the gear and dragging it down to the car. Jaime had called a few minutes earlier asking where they were. “Guess he’s almost as excited about a weekend with lots of hot guys in leather as I am” Joe said. He made sure he had the hotel info that Patrick had sent him and they drove over to Jaime’s place. The drive was long and unlike the spring break trip they didn’t stop at all of the rest stops, so they could save up as much cum as they could. Halfway through the trip Joe’s escort phone buzzed and he took a look at the message. “hey. bro been sick a couple days. last nite i woke up sweating. now have rash on chest, arms” said Blaine’s message. “congrats. u r prob in club now. wait a week n hit clinic” Joe replied. The Friday afternoon traffic in Chicago sucked but they finally got to the hotel. Joe and Kyle grabbed their bags and said “See you tomorrow” before they hopped out and let Jaime drive the car back to his parent’s house in the burbs. Joe and Kyle’s heads were rubber necking as they walked through the lobby and up to the desk to check in. They had never seen so many guys wearing leather gear in one place. Some were subtle but many weren't. Once they got to the room, they unpacked and showered. Joe started assembling the sling while Kyle rolled a few joints. Joe had texted Patrick once they got to the room and his phone buzzed just as he connected the last chain. Joe read the message and said to Kyle “Ready for a crazy weekend? We’re supposed to go to Patrick’s room and meet everyone.” “Do you want me to go or should I go scout out the hotel?” Kyle asked. “They may be my future co-workers, but if I fuck em, you should too” Joe replied. Joe hoped that first meeting would be a quick introduction and then right to sex, but decided to not assume anything and dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. They wandered up to the other hotel room, not knowing what to expect. Joe knew that Patrick and Raphi would be there but he had no idea how many others were sticking around for the weekend. Joe stood in front of the door for a few moments, took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened a few inches and then Patrick invited them in. Joe looked around and saw Raphi on his knees sucking a tall black muscle bear who seemed to be about 40. Next to them was a white guy about the same age that looked like an ex-jock with a shaved head and a bushy beard. Behind them was a muscled asian guy that seemed to be about Joe’s height and age. “Joe, you know Raphi. Above him is Evan, our VP of Sales. Next to him is my boss Micah. And hiding in back is Ken who will be working with you. He started in January after graduating early. There are two others that are here this weekend but they are partners and they said they won’t play around this weekend. Knowing Skyler, they’ll probably be in their room the whole weekend fucking each other. You might meet them at a couple social things I planned” Patrick said. “Sounds good. This is my boyfriend Kyle and we won’t be alone in our room all weekend, hehe. What is the plan for this weekend?” Joe asked. “We really don’t have a plan other than to have a good time. I told these guys that everyone should have taken a load from all the other guys by Monday, no questions asked. I know Raphi has a little head start since he’s had a few dicks in him every day this week. Now he just has to breed some ass to make up for all he’s taken” Patrick said. “Well, if anyone is interested, I have scheduled a few parties tomorrow in our room and anyone is welcome. One is for a friend of ours and the other is for a guy I met online that wants to be a cumdump for a couple hours” Joe explained. The smile he got out of Ken was the first sign that he wasn’t scared out of his mind with the thoughts of what might happen this weekend. Both Evan and Micah nodded and Raphi was still sucking on Evan’s dick. “How about we start with a quick fuck and then head out to dinner before we hit the bars tonight?” Patrick said. “I like that. How about we start with management on staff?” Evan replied. Kyle looked around and realized he was going to be left out, but quickly decided he would sample the cocksucking skills of each bottom while they got fucked. Joe and Kyle removed their clothes while everyone else took off what little clothing they still had on. Joe climbed on the bed next to Raphi and Ken then climbed on the other bed. Joe was on his back and Raphi and Ken opted for their knees. Kyle’s cock was already getting stiff as he stood between the two beds looking at the bottoms and saw the three tops all talking quietly to each other, choosing who they would fuck first. Patrick walked up to Joe and smiled. “Now its time for me to return the favor” he said. Evan approached Raphi and adjusted his position to be ass height. Micah took his place behind Ken, spreading his legs wider and then rubbing his cock over his hole. Kyle kneeled on the bed and slapped his cock over Raphi’s cheeks and then pressed it to his lips. A little bit of lube was applied and the three tops simultaneously pushed in. Raphi stared at the biohazard tattoo above Kyle’s cock as he sucked and was getting pounded from Evan’s thick rod. Joe was getting no mercy from Patrick who seemed intent on destroying his hole right away. Micah may have started out slow and easy on Ken, but turned out to be the vocal top. The room was soon filled with grunts and comments about the bottom’s hungry cunts. Having stuffed Raphi’s throat enough, Kyle needed a break and pulled out. He turned around and looked at Ken. His face was pressed to the bed with Micah’s hand on his shoulders. He chuckled and realized that Ken was not going to be his next cocksucker, but if he stood on the bed, Micah’s mouth would be at just the right height. He climbed on and straddled Ken’s body and looked down at Micah who looked up at him for a moment before realizing Kyle’s intent. Micah’s furled eyebrows told Kyle that he wasn’t used to being anyone’s cocksucker, but Kyle didn’t care. Micah wasn’t going to be his boss in a few months. A hand on the back of Micah’s head guided him forward and Kyle’s cock was soon pressed to his lips. He pushed harder and when those lips parted, Kyle started to fuck Micah’s mouth. Micah may now have been quieter, but he was still pounding Ken’s ass as hard as ever. Kyle had his hands on each side of Micah’s head and was drilling into his throat which unsettled his rhythm fucking Ken. Kyle could feel Micah trying to break free and after a few more minutes let go and pulled his cock out just as Micah let out a growl and slammed into Ken’s pussy, unleashing a huge load of cum inside. Micah looked at Kyle and said “Payback is gonna be a bitch” and then grinned at him. Evan had been drilling Raphi’s ass while he watched Micah, Kyle and Ken. He was holding off until either Patrick or Micah had shot. He never wanted to be the first top to unload, but Raphi was working his cock really well and it was a struggle not to shoot. He heard a grunt from Patrick and then slammed in hard two more times before his cock started pumping seed into Raphi’s hungry cunt. Patrick had jackhammered Joe’s hole from the start. It was a hard fuck that Joe wasn’t quite expecting from his future boss. His impression from the previous times that he had fucked Patrick was that he was mostly a bottom, but now he knew that might have been wrong. But now he felt the warmth as Patrick’s poz cock shot rope after rope of cum into his ass. He looked up and Patrick seemed to be lost in bliss with his eyes closed. A smile slowly grew on Patrick’s face and he slowly pulled is cock out of Joe’s hole, cum dripping down on to the floor. “OK, now it’s time to switch it up. I know at least a couple of you bottoms want to fuck management” Patrick said with a chuckle. Raphi, Ken and Joe climbed off the bed. Each was looking at the three management guys over trying to decide who to take. Ken and Raphi were spending too much time looking back and forth so Joe walked over to Evan and twisted his pierced nipple before turning him to the bed. “Oh fuck. Go easy, I don’t get fucked often” Evan said as he climbed on the bed, leaving his ass hanging over the edge. “Don’t worry, I’m a pro at opening up tight holes” Joe replied with a snicker. Ken and Raphi glanced at each other and swapped sides of the bed. Ken smiled as he walked up to Patrick, his cock pointing straight out and dripping precum. He put his hand around Patrick’s head and pulled him in for a short rough kiss and then pushed him to the bed next to Evan. Raphi was more hesitant as he approached Micah. He really didn’t feel comfortable fucking guys, much less a VP of his company. Micah laid down on the bed on his back and pulled up his muscular legs, exposing his hairy hole. Raphi kneeled down and stuffed his face between Micah’s ass cheeks. His tongue licked, probed and coated the hole with spit. His hand was stroking his cock, keeping it hard. After a few minutes he stood up and rubbed the head of his cock over the hole and started to push in. His body was shaking and his nerves were not helping his cock stay stiff. He pushed a finger into Micah’s pussy and then a second while stroking his cock again. Raphi quickly pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock in, finally getting inside. Kyle had been groping the other two pairs and noticed Raphi in a near panicked state. He walked over behind Raphi and reached around, first rubbing his chest while his cock humped Raphi’s ass. Kyle started pinching both of Raphi’s nipples which seemed to get the desired reaction. Raphi started to fuck Micah’s hole slowly, his cock now staying fully hard. Kyle twisted harder and Raphi’s thrusts got more energetic. Kyle adjusted his body and with the next outward thrust, he shoved his cock deep into Raphi’s cum filled hole. “Oh my god!” yelled out Raphi and he began to pump back and forth into Micah’s hole and on to Kyle’s pierced cock. His cock was leaking precum into Micah’s cunt and as it got sloppier, he fucked harder. He had no idea what Micah’s status was but his precum was coating every bit of flesh inside Micah’s hole and soon he would be flooding it with a two day load of virulent seed. He started to feel Kyle slamming into his ass which forced him into Micah even harder. He could feel his cock engorge and his balls were now aching and pulled tight. “FUUUCCCKKK!!!” screamed out Raphi as his cock pulsed and the cum seemed to shoot out with a force unlike any he had ever experienced. Raphi’s hole, too, was getting wetter as his orgasm was milking Kyle’s cum into his ass. Ken had started out gentle with Patrick, lubing his hole up with the bottle of lube he found on the bed and then slowly opening his pussy up with his cock. Now his body was rocking and driving his cock into Patrick and he was back in his normal “fuck zone.” When he saw Joe slam into Evan, he picked up the pace and was soon pounding his boss’s hole like Joe was doing to Evan. Any concerns about fucking his boss were long gone and he pulled Patrick up to his chest. He kept fucking but bit down on his shoulder and whispered in a ragged breath “Fuck, your hole feels so good. I hope we can fuck a lot more after this weekend.” Joe had started out slow with Evan, as well. His time escorting had gotten his cock into all types of guys, from virgin to those with decades of experience, extremely tight to very loose. Joe could tell that Evan had taken cock before, but he was still very tight. He briefly tongued Evan’s hole before using the lube on the table which he forced in with his finger. He did it a second time with two fingers and after twisting them around a few moments Evan squeezed his hole around Joe’s fingers. Joe knew he was ready and worked his cock inside. He loved watching his pale cock slowly sink inside Evan’s darker skinned hole. He built up speed as Evan got used to his cock but would jab his cock to spear Evan’s chute with his piercing and hopefully give a new way for his bug to invade Evan’s body. The bed was rocking as the four guys fucked into their bottoms. There were whimpers, grunts, moans and the occasional coherent word yelled out. Raphi was the first to shoot, followed by Kyle. Ken was enjoying Patrick’s hole but when Patrick started milking his cock with his ass muscles it didn’t take long before Ken pulled all the way out, slammed back in and unleashed his cum into his boss’s cunt. He growled with each shot that pumped inside, surprising just about everyone in the room. Joe was last, letting Ken finish and pull out. He liked having guys watch him fuck and he really wanted to impress this group. He hammered Evan until Evan was just yelling out “fuck fuck fuck” over and over. He slammed in, ground his hips against Evan’s ass and then let his balls pump their poison into Evan’s battered hole. He leaned over Evan’s back, his cock still firmly planted deep inside, and kissed Evan’s neck. As his cock softened, Joe pulled out and backed away. Ken leaned down and licked the cum dripping out of Patrick’s cunt and then moved over and did the same to Evan. He stood up and said “Damn, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done!” Raphi turned to Kyle and said “Thanks for the help. My ass is yours whenever you want it.” Joe walked up behind Ken and whispered “I want your ass and cock before we go home.” Patrick stood up, cum dripping down his leg. “Lets get cleaned up and meet down in the lobby in a half an hour and get some food. Dress casual or slutty casual. The work week is over.”

Note from Toon: This is my very first attempt at science fiction. I'm one of those rare nerds who never got into Star Wars or Star Trek.When I was 15, one of my sisters gave me a collection of Ray Bradbury stories. I liked most of them. I could never compete with his writing skills, but this work of fiction is dedicated to him. For Ray PART ONE Greenville, Mississippi 1961 I was in my senior year of high school and just hoping to scrape by (by the skin of my teeth) and get a diploma. It had been a year of distractions. Mama had one of major nervous spells and was now in that ugly brick institution next to the woods. Daddy owned a hardware store downtown and was there almost always. I sometimes worked there, but he wanted me to focus on my studies so I could get into Ol' Miss. I'd already gotten my rejection letter, but hadn't told anyone. My other distraction was Carl -- my best friend since kindergarten. At thirteen, we'd started "messing around". It started with us just comparing our dicks - when soft and when stiff. It then progressed to yanking off together, followed by us yanking each other off. Just last year we started sucking each other's wangs. I liked it way to much. Just this past December, he'd corn-holed me in his tree house. It didn't hurt so bad and we both enjoyed it a lot. He always asked before he came if he could unload inside of me and I always said "Fill 'er up!" He taught me to smoke and could always sneak some of his daddy's booze up to the tree house. He was my favorite distraction in so many ways. The newest distraction, however, was Vena - our new maid. She came in every day but Thursday when Daddy and I went out to eat burgers and fries. She wasn't one to tell on me, but she was a religious woman and would look at me and say "Mm Hmm". She was a very pleasant, round black woman who made the best fried chicken you've ever had in your whole life. Wonderful desserts as well. I adored her despite her long, shameful looks at me after Carl and had been off on some adventure together. She liked it when I would sit in the kitchen with her and just talk about the world. We'd smoke cigarettes and chat away while the radio played her station. If she was in a really good mood, Vena and I would have afternoon cocktails in front of the TV so she watch her stories. She liked Daddy too because he paid her very well -- more then even some of his workers down at the hardware store, and her daughters were always welcome in our house. She'd usually have only one drink while I always had two or three. She also liked it when my 'girlfriend' came over to study. Becky and I had really never done much together except kiss. I played dumb and never took any of her hints about going further. Carl had a fake girlfriend too, One night, she stayed later than usual because Dad would be kept down at the store 'doing the books'. I didn't need a babysitter but I guess she had found something in my room and wanted to talk about it. "I tell ya somethin', Andrew...if ya'll want to keep secrets in your room then you best learn to clean it your own self." She'd found my rejection letter from Ol' Miss. "I take it your daddy don't know 'bout this?" "No." "You need to tell him." "I will." "Let's go sit on the porch...it's a nice evening and this house is gettin' stuffy." That's when we saw it. It was a rainbow of puke colors twisting in the sky. "Looks like the Northern Lights - but they shouldn't even be visible from here." "What cause that?" "It's got a name, but I don't remember it. (bad student, remember?) Supposed to be caused by the magnetic poles." But the colors didn't seem right. The photographs I'd seen in science books made the lights look very pretty. This, however, was particularly ugly. It seemed very close as well...like you could almost touch it. And then it changed -- you see thousands of thin strands twisting apart from the light. "It look like cobwebs, don't it?" It did. It seemed like they were raining down on the dense woods just outside town. "Maybe we should go inside. I smell something funny." "Oh that just Mr. Larry from next door. He was out sprayin' his bushes with a damn gas mask on. I ain't never seen nobody spray as much chemicals as that man." It was starting to make me sick so I told Vena I was going inside." "OK. There's some pie left. Your daddy should be home before too long." Vena made the best lemon creme pie I'd ever had. "There's over a half a pie left. Take it home to your family." "I just maybe might eat it all on the bus ride home, Andrew!" If Vena wasn't so wonderful, I might miss Mama a lot more. I walked over to the bar and made a pitcher of martinis. Vena arched an eyebrow. "You ain't but barely 18, boy - no need to start all that so soon. Don't be in a hurry to be a grownup - you gonna have to be one for the rest of your life." "It's for Daddy. I'm going to tell him about the letter when he gets home." "Mm Hmm. You do that. See ya'll in the morning." "Good night, Vena." She gave me a quick hug "Good luck, Baby." I decided to have a quick drink myself before he got home. I watched the night sky through the window, The lights were all but gone and I was relieved. I called Carl's house from the kitchen phone. "Hello?" "Evening, Mrs. Holland, is Carl there?" "Nope. He's out somewhere. I thought he was with you." "No," "Well, he should be home soon. I'll tell him you called. Good night, Andrew." So I just sat at the bar and had a cigarette and sipped a martini. And then another. I guess I always knew I'd be a smoker and a drinker when I grew up. I'd just be smart about it. Another hour passed and another pitcher was made. My drinking with Carl had built up a tolerance in me I guess. I saw his lights come up the driveway. I could tell by the way he slammed the car door that he was not in a great mood. Maybe I'd show him the letter tomorrow. He blustered in the front door. Yep - he was unhappy already. "Hi, Daddy. I made you a drink. Figured you might need one." "Goddamn right I do. Shit day." He was getting used to Mama not being around because he would never say swears in front of her. It occurred to me that she might never come home. "I might need you to come back to the store and help keep an eye on things. Some fucker has been stealing!" He was scratching the back of his neck furiously. "I can do that." "On top of it all, I got some kind of bug bite on my head and on my neck." "Mosquitoes? So early?" "Hell -they never leave. It was that or a spider. Power went off for a few minutes too. Did it go out here?" "No - but there was a weird magnetic storm over the woods tonight. Maybe a solar flare or something." "Take a look at the back of my neck, would ya?" I l did...it looked like a tiny blackhead is all. "Looks like a small bite is all. I don't think it was a mosquito though. It's not hardly red." "Christ. You been smokin'?" "Yeah." "Well, You're not a kid anymore. Your growth sure as hell can't be stunted now, I suppose." Dad drank fast and I poured him another. He never liked olives or lemon twists or cocktail onions in his drinks. I loved olives. I them poured one for myself. He shook his head. "I guess that Carl showed you how to drink too. Kid's bad news, Andy. I told you that from the start." "But aren't you glad I'm not hiding it?" "I s'pose. I need you to do me a favor, Son." "Sure." "I need you visit your mother tomorrow. It's been too long. It's been too long since she seen you." "I've written her, sent cards -- she never wrote back. She has never called neither. I know they're allowed to use the phone if they want to." "But you miss her, right?" I shrugged. "You only get one mother, Andrew. It might do her a world of good to see you." I knew better than to mention he hadn't been to see her in months. "Vena left you two pork chops, green beans and mashed potatoes in the fridge. I can warm it up for you." "Don't bother -- I'll just drink my dinner tonight. We got any of them spicy nuts left?" It got to be near 10 o'clock and Daddy had already gone to bed nearly an hour ago. I stayed up in case Carl called, but the drinks had made me tired. I lingered a bit and watched the TV news a little before finally going upstairs. Damn Carl. Where could he be so late on a Thursday night? Who was he with? As I passed by Daddy's room, I heard him groan. He was prone to nightmares sometimes. But no. I could hear his bed springs sing out and the unmistakable sound of him yanking off. I knew everybody did it. But I'd never heard him do it. So weird. He was really, really enjoying himself. I left quickly and went to brush my teeth. Both me and Vena and a few other people thought he was screwing Miss Leibert from the the bank. I remember Vena saying "He a right handsome man - if he was to have an affair with that cheap-ass woman, I wouldn't even be surprised." I guess he was getting all he needed from his right hand now. PART TWO Mom's car had pretty much become mine now. I gave myself permission to skip school that Friday morning. Vena was surprised to find me still in bed when she arrived. "What in the hell, boy?" "Leave me be, Vena. I'm goin' to visit Mama this morning." She sucked her teeth and thought a minute. "You sure you ready for that? It been awhile." "Yeah. It's no big deal. Last time I was there, she didn't seem to know who I was." "Your daddy know 'bout this?" "He's the one making me go." "Get up and get ready. I'll make you some breakfast and then I got to go to the grocery." I didn't bother with a shower because I just didn't care about what any of those nut house people thought of how I looked like. I just put on the smoke-soaked clothes from yesterday. I got downstairs to keep Vena company while she cooked. "Did you even bother to comb your damn hair? Wash your face?" "No. Why bother?" "Ain't got no time for this horse shit, Andrew. I got a bunch of bug bites waitin' for the bus last night." "Look - you can take my car to the market. I'll just wait til you get back." That cheered her right up. She put some pancakes down in front of me with a glass of milk and a glass of pineapple juice.I gave her my keys and she started to walk out. "Oh I almost forgot. My youngest drew a picture for you." She pulled it from her purse. It looked like a worm with teeth and legs. She'd written 'FoR AndREw' at the top. "She knows how to spell already?" "Oh she's a smart one. Knew all her letters by three. She impresses the hell out those ladies at the preschool." "Is it a bug?" "I don't never ask her what somethin' is - I just tell her it good. It's to build her seff esteem." "I like it. I'll draw something for her too." "That'd be real sweet. I should be back in an hour. I got to pick up some dry cleanin' for your daddy first." As soon as she left, I dumped the breakfast in the trash and went over to make myself a coke with whiskey in it. Wasn't no way I was gonna visit that place without a drink or two in me. No sooner had I made the drink and lit a cigarette than I heard a knock on the patio door that led to the back yard. I somehow knew it was Carl. I mean, who else? It was. I held the smoke in my mouth and opened the sliding glass door. Was I mad at him? He never called. I guess we'd never put a label on what we were to each other, but I needed him. Lousy cur. "I guess you decided to skip too." "No," I answered coldly,"I'm going to visit my mother in a little while." "Oh. Come outside for a minute. I got somethin' to show you." We'd played this game before. He'd say just those words and it usually meant he was going to show me is his big, hard wang and then I'd suck it or let him fuck me with it. Not today, pal. I wasn't in the mood. "Nah. Vena will be back soon." "No she won't. I just saw her drive away while I was walking over. She acted like she didn't see me. I guess that nigra don't like me." "No. You don't use that word around me....ever. I've gotta go. Have fun." "Wait! What's wrong?" "Did your mom tell you I called?" "No. I haven't been home all night." "Why? With who?" "I went to the woods. Alone. I thought I'd see what was going on with where those lights led to. I thought it was a UFO or something." "You did that for the whole night?" He so full of shit. "Yeah. It was magical." His arms and face were pocked with the same bites my daddy had. "How?" "I got to show you. You can leave if you want, but I still got to do this..." And then popped out his fat red dick and started yanking off right there on the patio. I couldn't help but watch. He was so much bigger than I was. "Sure you don't want to get down here and help out?" "Nah. I'm good." And then he shot his wad. And - it was jet black. Like ink. The hell? "What...what happened?" There was a black/dark brown puddle of it right there on the brick patio, "I don't know, Andy. I've beat my pud six times since midnight. If your bedroom was on the first floor, I would have come in the window and fucked your ass 'til morning." "Maybe you need to go see a doctor, Carl." "Hell no. I've never felt so good. I don't even think I'll ever need sleep again -- that's how good I feel." "But that's abnormal, Carl. Your sperm is black. It's toxic." "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just wait til it happens to you. You'll see." And then he left. I'd have to clean that wet stain up later. I wanted another drink. What was going on? Bugs and masturbation? What was the connection? And the lights? I felt queasy. I went back inside and found that all the ice had melted. It was watery now. I took a few long sips and then added some more whisky. Had another cigarette. I was thinking about all the weirdness that had happened since last night. Vena was home. Thank the Lord she didn't arrive while Carl was here. I rushed to help her with the bags. She could smell the whisky. "I swear, boy. I ain't in no mood for your nonsense. People are drivin' crazy today. You best go now and get off the streets before it gets too nuts." She realized what she'd said. "Sorry. I didn't mean..." "Don't worry about it." "You do like yourself a drink don't you. Don't turn into my husband or I slap the mouth off your face." "I'm going now. I just want to get this over with." She shook her head and watched me leave. There was something up alright. So much careless driving and loud honking. I couldn't wait to get out of town and onto to the two-lane highway. I wasn't looking forward to this. Not all. And then I was there. Ugh. There was plenty of parking space because nobody came here unless they had to. First thing you notice about Klaussen Hospital is the strong smell of ammonia and pee. It would be a long time before I ever came back. Vena's sister worked here somewhere but I think it was in the kitchen. I signed in at the desk. "Oh. The nurse from Diane's floor is right here -- let me fetch her. A plump nurse with a blonde beehive came out and smiled. "You came on a good day. She likes sitting outside these days. It gives her color and helps her sleep better. She'll be happy to see you. I'm Nancy." Whatever. I followed her out to 'the garden' where I saw her right away. Her eyes were closed and she was soaking up the late morning sun. Nancy had the attendant bring another chair so I could sit across from her. I sat and she opened her eyes. "Hi, Mama." "Yes, yes. Absolutely." She just grinned at me like an idiot. "How are you feeling?" "Perfect! I remember you. Henry?" That was her brother's name. "No. I'm Andrew. I'm your son." "Hush now, Henry. Will you read to me? Play your records for me?" "Sorry. No." I left. The attendant opened the door for me. I just left and drove home. "That was fast." Vena saw me come in. "She was so out of it, she didn't know who I was." "Go rest, baby. I'll bring you a snack later. They drug them pretty heavy there. Don't let it fret you none. I put clean sheets on your bed." I remember falling asleep to the memory of Carl's dick spurting that black goo. It was well past five when Vena finally woke me up with a sandwich and a cold bottle of coke. She stroked my hair lovingly. "It'll all be OK, baby. There's part of your mama who loves you deep inside somewhere." You eat up and come downstairs and keep me company." The sandwich was peanut butter and marshmallow fluff. My favorite. She was also baking a chocolate cake -- I could smell it from here. I sat at my desk and drew a picture for Poppy - Vena's four year old daughter. I was pretty good at drawing.Best in my class. I drew a beautiful woman sitting on a picnic blanket with flowers all around around her. I signed it and wrote 'For Poppy With Love' at the top. I put my shoes on and headed downstairs with the drawing, my plate and most of the coke left in the bottle. Vena was singing one of her gospel songs. She had a perfect voice. I stopped at the bar and topped off the coke with more whisky. "Thank you, Vena." I meant that for so many reasons. "Come sit with me for a spell. Tell me all about it." We smoked and shared my spiked Coke. "I hate that place. I hate everything about it. I'm never going back." "Hush that now. She jus' a little sick is all. She'll get better and move back." I could tell even she didn't believe that. "Carl has called three time today. I don't like that boy." "He's okay, really. My best friend." "Mm Hmm. I think your daddy want to cook out this weekend - can you go out and make sure the grill is clean?" "Yeah." It was still light out. Would I call Carl back? Maybe. I was getting curious." And then I saw that not only had the puddle of his spunk, dried --but it was moving. The hell? I got on my knees and looked closer. Tiny, tiny little bugs. Aphids? No. They were worm-like with scorpion tails and pincers on the head. They were scattering fast. I jumped away and went back inside. Holy fuck! I do believe the world was ending. Carl's weird black sperm had turned into actual bugs. I brought the whole bottle of whiskey to the kitchen. "What? You look like you seen a ghost." I could breathe again. "Have you seen weird things lately, Vena?" "Like what?" "Bugs?" "Little, black, shiny things? Yeah I saw a bunch of them when I was changing your daddy's sheets. I'm a tell him he need to call the exterminator." A man's nut was changing into bugs now. "There's an infestation of some sort. I saw them out back." "Mm Hmm. It's somethin' new. I find new weeds in my garden near ev'ry day. Things I ain't never seen before." The oven timer went off. Vena took the beautiful cake out of the oven. It was looking perfect - just like everything else she baked. "It got to cool first before I can frost it, Don't touch it boy. We need to talk, Andrew. Your Daddy is gonna be late tonight. He done got hisself a date, That lady from the florist store. Ain't none of my bizness what a man do, but he wanted me to tell you. I think he jus tjhink he wanted me to tell you. What you thinkin' 'bout?" "I guess he's lonely. Mama ain't never coming home." "Well - I told him all what you said 'bout your visit. He my boss, Andrew. I wasn't tryin' to tell on you. Want me to stay late. We can play cards and look at TV. I'll make that cheese popcorn you like." "No. Just give Poppy this." I handed her the drawing. "Dear Lord! She gonna love this! You got talents, boy! You did this all on you own?" "Yeah. I like drawing." "This lady look kinda like your Mama in those pictures I seen hangin' in the living room." "It's Paula Prentiss." "You put in shading and ev'rything. She gonna be in love you more than she already is." She got up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the forehead. "You so sweet." The phone rang. "I'll get it, Vena. It's probably Carl." She nodded and started to go mix her frosting. "Hey Buddy!" (Carl) "Hi." "My folks are goin' to a party tonight. Want to come over and watch 'Nightmare Theater' with me?" Carl and his bug-filled sperm. Could I handle that? "What time?" "Sometime after supper. Come when it gets dark out." "OK. Want me to bring booze?" "Nah. I got everything. Bring your sleeping bag and your toothbrush." "See you tonight." CLICK. No sooner had I hung up the phone when it rang again. It was Becky. "Where were you today? We had a pep assembly and a pop quiz in Chemistry." "Pep assembly? For what? I thought everything was over for the year." "Silly! The basketball team is in the run for the regional championship." "Oh. Who cares." "Oh, you're in a fine mood." "I went to see my mama today." "Oh. Is she not better yet?" Idiot "So I guess you don't want to go see that new Vincent Price movie tonight." No "Well - I'll go with Mitch Montgomery I guess. A girl can't go by herself to a movie on Saturday night." Fine with me "Okay. Bye." CLICK I'd forgotten to ask if she'd gotten any bug bites recently. Maybe it didn't affect women the same way it did men. Vena seemed the same. I went back out to the kitchen where Vena was frosting the cake. It looked like something out of Good Housekeeping magazine. "I added some orange zest to the icing...make it a little extra special. Who called? Was it Becky?" "Yeah," I answered. "Something goin' on with you two? I don't hardly never see her these days." I shrugged. I poured myself some more whisky into what was left of my already spiked coke. Vena pretended she didn't notice. "Oh Lord - it look we gonna have a storm coming through tonight." "You can take the car, Vena. I'll just walk over to Carl's. He lives close." "I swear -- you is the sweetest boy ever." "Not really. But thank you. No sense in getting rained on or getting more bug bites." "Oh, they fine now. Healed right up already. Don't even itch none." I turned on the TV to see the local news. Hurricane season had just begun and the last one did a number on our roof. Rain was likely but they said it wasn't due until close to midnight. Less than an inch. I went to report to Vena what the weatherman said. "Yeah - they sayin' the same thing on the radio. I had to change the station because they was playin' that same commercial for the used car place over and over." "Daddy always says not to ever do business with a place that advertises too much -- they have to make back that money somewhere." "He right. Smart man. You gettin' hungry, child? Or is your stomach too full of whiskey? I think that's why you ain't had an appetite lately. Too much drinkin'." "Yeah. And I'll probably have supper over at Carl's. They eat late. Make something for yourself though. Daddy didn't eat those pork chops last night." "Nah. Since I got the car, Ima go pick up pizzas from that new place. Girls are having a sleepover with they friends tonight. I ain't gonna get no sleep tonight. It OK that I can't bring the car back 'til Monday mornin? Maybe I best leave it." "No. It's fine." PART THREE It's not too often that I had the whole house to myself for the night. If Daddy started seeing some woman, I guess I'd have more of these nights. " I cut myself a big slice of the cake and ate most of it in three bites. SO good! Mama would make me another cake. I had to face facts. (I'd have no idea that right as I ate the last cake crumbs off my plate, my mama was getting raped right there on the hospital grounds. We wouldn't find out until weeks later.) I was pretending to be grown man with my own house as I sat at the bar and poured whisky into a fresh coke. I smoked two or three cigarettes while playing the radio on a rock and roll station -- louder than I'd ever play it around Vena or Daddy. I sat and thought about what Becky and Mitch might probably be doing right now. I hope he was giving her what she needed, Unless he had bitten by the weird bugs -- then God only knows what she was getting. Not my problem now. I still had Carl to deal with. Why was I so eager to see him again? He was poisonous now. Why did it turn me on a little? I got my sleeping bag from the closet under the stairs. I then went up to grab my toothbrush....and a new bottle of Listerine. It was dark out and ol' Larry from next door still spraying his roses and cussing up a storm. I wonder if he saw the little alien bugs already. He wasn't wearing a mask tonight. It was probably kinda late for him anyway - his hair was falling out in chunks already. He then started cussing at me. "Tell your father to use a smaller watt bulb in his porch light. It's attracting every bug in the county here. And why the hell don't your maid wear a goddamn uniform. We got standards in this neighborhood. You know how it looks with her wearing whatever she wants? Like she's a friend or something?" "Fuck off, old man." He was shocked into complete silence. All I heard as I walked away was some thunder in the distance. I didn't care if he told my daddy. I hadn't got but a block and a half when one of them landed on the back of my arm. An alien bug had bit into my and I immediately slapped it with the palm of my other hand. Nothing. It was gone. But I felt the bite...a tiny little sting that didn't feel hardly hurt. Well - it was bound to happen eventually. I guess there was nothing left to fear now. It was only the one bite so far and I was almost to Carl's house. He was sitting on his front steps. "We best stay out here for a spell -- they're running late and fighting about it." I could tell from just the light from the street lamp that he had dark circles under his eyes. "Have you slept at all, Carl?" "Yeah -- well, I tried. Had some very horny dreams about you." "I'm worried about you, You remember you blowing your wad on my patio this morning?" "Yeah. And you wouldn't help me with it." "Remember how it was black? It dried up and turned into bugs. hundreds of tiny little black bugs." "SO?" "So it worries me." "Why? Those little bugs mature fast and are biting everybody. Think they won't get to you too? "I got bit on the way over here. Am I gonna end up like you? - unable to sleep and beating my meat all day?" "Just one bite? I don't know. I got bit about fifty times the other night and maybe that's why it happened so fast. I actually think they burrow into you fast as a bullet. Who cares?" "I care." "Don't care and don't worry. These things came from outer space for a reason for a reason Andy...ever think it's to help us evolve?" "What does it do to women? Vena got bit the same night you did and she's entirely normal. Maybe even a little nicer than usual." "I guess they need men only." "It's still weird. Everything is weird now. I think I broke up with Becky. She's out with Mitch Holland. And my dad is on a date right now." "Yeah. I blew off Janet too. She's got big tits and will find some other dude fast. I just want you. And I'm pretty sure you just want me." His folks were still fighting. "But is it a disease? If they're from outer space, they might be hostile." "And you can do WHAT about it?" "Nothing, I guess. I can't fix my sick mama or my shitty grades or my anything." "It will all change soon. I promise." Just then, Mrs. Tollis came huffing out of the front door, leaving a trail of perfume, gin and hostility. She was wearing a really expensive dress and jewelry was clinking everywhere. Mr. Tollis followed, in a much better mood. "How are you, Andrew? Haven't seen you for awhile. Excited about graduation?" Mrs. Tollis honked the car horn and seemed really eager to leave. "Shit and goddamn. Gotta go." They practically burned rubber leaving the driveway. "Well," Carl stood up, "Let's go inside and have some cocktails." We went in. "Mama is having an affair with one of Daddy's bosses. A divorce is coming." "Yeah. I think one's on its way my way too. Let's have a drink." "Would he really divorce your mama while she's in the nut house?" "She's never coming home, Carl. She's gone for good." "Here, I made us screwdrivers. Heavy on the 'screw'." I wasn't sure what he meant until I tasted it....mostly vodka with just a little orange juice. Perfect. Carl went over and put his new Ricky Nelson album on the record player. I preferred Del Shannon, but this wasn't so bad. "You got any peanuts or pretzels? I'm craving some salt right now." "Already made us some popcorn and added lots of butter and tons of salt." He fetched it and brought it back to the living room. I loved how ridiculously salty it was. Maybe the little bug inside of me was making me crave sodium. Whatever. "They like salt and sugar." Carl was possibly reading my thoughts all the sudden. "Maybe not. My supper was a giant piece of cake. And that was before my bug bite." And then he just stood me up and planted a big ol' kiss on my mouth. He was grinding his hard crotch against me. "We got time before the movie starts....wanna fool around a little?" I did. I really did. I mean, I would have black semen myself someday soon. I'd be shooting out my own bugs soon enough. I had always craved his dick anyway. We'd never kissed like this before though...it was nice. Perfect. I could have lasted much longer except I was unzipping his pants to free that gorgeous pecker of his. I Just got right down on my knees and sucked him like it's the only thing in the world that mattered. I took him deeper and deeper -- I wanted it to tickle my lungs. Carl was into as well, holding the back of my head and humping away. "Yeah...yeah, Andy. I want to unload down your fucking throat." And then he did -- while "Hello Mary Lou" was blaring in the background. I suddenly felt the need to shoot my own wad. Badly! I just stood up and pulled out my pecker. I'd barely touched it when I shot. It was still white and watery, but Carl caught most of it in his hand. I'd never felt so good. He slurped up my spunk and licked his fingers. "Wow." "I know. You feel really good, right? It get's even better." I wanted to kiss again, but I guess the moment had passed. "Whoa! Look! It's started again!" He was looking out the window at those weird lights that were back again. "Let's go out and look. It's almost directly over us this time. Cool!" We stepped out into the night. The storm was closer too -- those ugly lights were all blotched from the clouds. It started to rain and the wind picked up. This could get real weird, real fast. We stood out in his front yard and looked at the bizarre light show above us. And then there was lightning on top of everything else. "We should go inside, Carl. You're not even wearing shoes." I was pretty afraid of lightning. Nearly phobic. Catching pneumonia too. I had been raised to be afraid of almost everything - back when my parents still cared. "Two more minutes." I decided to go stand on the porch and wait until he was drenched. There were about half a dozen of the little bugs crawling on my skin and clothes. I wiped them away even though they really couldn't do too much more damage to me than they already had. I still got bit. I felt it. Suddenly, a blinding, bright white bolt of lightning struck across the street. I mean, you could feel the heat from it. "Carl!! Come back inside, shit head!" "OK. OK." He stepped up onto the porch with bugs crawling all over him. Gross. I wiped off as many as I could from his body. "They crawled down my collar too. No bites yet. There must be no room in me for any more if them. Tickles." We went inside and settled into the living room. You should change clothes -- you're soaking wet. Towel off and change." He padded upstairs and I quickly made us both drinks and grabbed the popcorn. His folks' bar was nicer than ours. Nightmare Theater wouldn't start for another twenty minutes - if the power didn't go out. It seemed to have passed already...leaving just a steady rain. Weird lights were gone too. My guess was the whole state was infested by now. So be it. I was powerless to do anything, to fix anything. Carl came back, dry but naked. I guess I had to be OK with that. He was way more comfortable with his body than I was. I remember a time when my parents used to bring me to church every Sunday...even though I had no idea what the minister was babbling about. I just doodled on the church program and pretended to sing the hymns. We'd get home and Mama would make waffles. "You polished off all the popcorn already?" I avoided looking at his groin. "Yeah. Sorry." "We got chips if you want 'em." "Nah. Sit and have a drink with me." "Perfect. Got an extra cigarette?" "Yeah. Here." I lit it for him like a husband would light his wife's cigarette. "Hell, Andy -- this drink is too weak! Let me re-make a batch." He took away our glasses and dumped them in the little sink. He made a fresh pitcher --'heavy on the screw'. We sat and smoked and imbibed. He would sometimes tug at his prick, but not too obviously. I used to make fun of that song'Earth Angel', but ya know -- I'd love to sing it you right now." "Go ahead." "I can't sing - you know that." Yep. He couldn't carry a tune to save his life. But it was a sweet thing to say (Earth angel - will you be mine?). "Nightmare Theater is about to start...do you know what they're showing?" "Bride of the Monster." Ugh. Ed Wood. "Again? That is a total shit movie." "But Bela Lugosi was hilarious. and that big, bald guy." "Let's just sit here and talk. And get shit-faced." "Cool. I like that idea. Have you told your old man about not getting into college, yet?" "Nah. I doubt he's too interested in that anymore. I'm going to work for him I guess...the rest of my life." "Think he'd hire me too?" "Probably. Hell, I could probably demand it." We were kissing again. I might probably like kissing more than fucking and sucking. His tongue was stretching so far it was touching my molars. Glorious. He pulled away first. "I've got a great idea." He always did. "Let's hear it." "Let's finish our screwdrivers, go out back to the tree house and listen to my new transistor radio. I've got a camping lantern out there too." "And your sleeping bag?" "Forget it. We'll share yours." Fine with me. We'd done that before. "Drink up. I can hardly wait." He was openly stroking his big, hard wang. I just drank up and lit another smoke. I was also very erect just then. "The record ended. Don't have you anything....'blacker'?" "The Marvelettes? Is that colored enough for you?" I hated that word but didn't say anything. "Chubby Checker?" "Just pick one." He picked Chubby Checker. "Is this what Vena listens to?" "She likes blues and gospel mostly." We drank and smoked. I was drunk. I might have even bent down to kiss his dick once or twice. "Let's go out now!" "It's raining. Hard. Is your tree house roof going to hold?" "Who cares? We'll get wet. Just take off your clothes and leave them in here." I did just that and we banged our boners against each others for a few hot, amusing seconds. "Let's go!" At least Carl was still sober enough to grab my sleeping bag and smokes before we headed out. I watched his wet ass bob in front of me to the tree where his little hideaway was. Same ladder made from planks nailed into the tree. Same smell too. God, we hadn't been up here for awhile. He turned on the battery-powered lantern. Some of those bugs were scuttling around. I didn't care anymore. I was one of them now. I had already accepted it. "Where's the radio?" "Here." It was in the sketchy shadows. "Any station you want?" "Whatever you listen to when you wank off." "Yeah?" He was so goddamn erect and his pecker was making dancing shadows everywhere. I just lied down and put my legs up into the air. He wasted no time. He was all the way inside of me before I even felt a twinge of discomfort. "Go as deep as you can, Carl! Make me hurt!" He obliged. twisting and tilting and heaving until he shot that inky, black load deep up my intestines. More bugs. I welcomed them. We fell asleep in each other's arms as a second wave of the storm passed above our naked bodies. I loved the idea of my alien space bugs mingling with his. Maybe we'd create a whole new version of them. END

Hey guys! Another D and daddy update for y’all. I haven’t had sex since my last post when I took all of those loads. Daddy has been out of town and d and I have conflicting work schedules. However last night, I was invited to stay the night with d. I gladly accepted. D is about 6’2 White, about 150, blonde hair blue eyes. He has a huge cock as well. Anyways, he’s in the closet (daddy knows we fuck around but he doesn’t know that anyone knows he likes my hole so much.) I’m not very masc looking or acting. I’m not totally fem but not totally masc either. Anyway d has me over cause he wanted to fuck me all night. I came over and met daddy. (For the first time to d’s knowledge.) we hung out a bit until around 10:30ish. We were both “really tired.” And went to D’s room. Usually d and I have some sort of foreplay prior to fucking but boy this guy was horny. As soon as we got to the room I was pushed on my knees and my ass was propped up. He pulled my shorts down so my hole was showing and he ate my hole like it was his last meal. He spit on his cock and thrusted into me. I’m a bit of a moaner but daddy was awake so d had my mouth covered with his hand. I felt his cock shoot in my hole and he slid out of my hole. He came in me 4 times after that in various positions. He finally passed out around 1:30. I went downstairs to get a drink of water, knowing and hoping daddy was down there. And he was. “Hey boy.” Daddy said. “Hey.” I replied. We chat for a bit. Daddy is as tall as d, he’s only in his 40s but already has Anderson Cooper like hair. It drives me insane. Every time I see him I want to be his little slut. I took daddy by the belt into his bedroom. He started kissing me and feeling on my ass. I’m rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. Daddy pushes me on my back and takes my shorts off. My legs are straight in the air like the whore I am and I’m guiding an unlubed cock into my hole. “Fuck my son got you real wet. “ “I want you to make me flood daddy.” I said. This is the first time I’ve called me daddy to his face. He rips off his shirt and places his hands on the back of my neck and begins to fuck me as hard as he can. “You like daddy’s cock huh?” “Yes daddy.” Calling him daddy makes him animalistic. He wants to cum in me almost as much as I want it. “You want daddy to give you his babies boy? “ “yes please daddy.” “Please cum inside me” I beg as he groans and let’s his cock spray my guts. He pulls his cock from my hole and he’s still hard. His cock is covered in cum. I happily clean him off. “Your such a good boy for daddy. “ “I’ll be the best for you daddy.” He pulls me up to my feet and bends me over. My back is arched. And he’s got a hold of my hair and his cock is buried deep inside my pussy. He pumps me for about 10 minutes and gives me another load. He doesn’t pull out though. He waits a second and turns me around. I’m on my back. His rock hard baby maker is still stretching my hole. He’s kissing my neck and telling me how much he loves daddy’s little slut. “Pleas give me another load daddy. Please. “ I beg. “You want another one boy?” “Really bad sir. “ he starts slamming into my hole again. “Oh fuck daddy cum inside me.” “Fuck baby I’m gonna shoot. “ “yeah shoot deep inside me daddy. Fuck yeah daddy.” He empties his balls in me completely. He kisses me and I’m off to Ds room. I don’t even bother putting my clothes on. I’m just in my jock. D is still sleeping. I climb in bed with him and start rubbing my ass against his boxer covered cock. This wakes him up. He takes his cock and traces my hole. “Oh fuck man. My cum flooded your hole didn’t it? “ he says with a confident grin. “Yes.” I reply. I take his cock and insert it into my cum sloppy pussy and push back on his strokes. “I’m getting close d, cum inside me.” “Fuck yeah bro, your hole feels amazing. “ d keeps fucking until both of us end up cunning. Him adding another load to my hole, and me spraying all over his sheets. He wraps his hand around my waist and fall asleep. We wake up the next morning and daddy has cooked breakfast. I borrow a pair of shorts from d. As im leaving daddy says “hey kid, I just wanna say, I bet d and I are both happy you found your way to our family. “

My back ihas been bothering me so I looked for someone who could give me a real massage, specifically to work the knots out of the muscles in my lower back. I found a masseuse, and after talking to him for a few minutes, I got the impression he knew exactly how to work my back, so I went over to his place, knocked at the door, which he answered wearing only a jock strap and a tee shirt. He was about 30, was rather hot looking, and had a swimmer's build. I could also detect the outline of a nice size dick in his jock pouch. Welcoming me to his place, he asked me to lay on my stomach on his bed, explaining he had ordered a new massage table and it had not yet arrived. Of course I agreed, undressed, and lay face down on his bed. Applying some warm oil on my back, he went to work, finding every knot in my back. His treatment was somewhat painful, but I knew my back would feel much, much better the next day. Throughout the massage, although I couldn't actually see him, I got the impression he had shed his clothing, so I wasn't terribly surprised when I felt his hard dick slide across my body. Nor was I surprised my dick was also rock hard. I thought of a sexual encounter as an extra treat. By this time he had massaged every muscle in my back, so he began applying oil to my butt cheeks, a generous quantity of which oozed between my cheeks, pooling in the cleft of my hole. When he instructed me to spread my legs widely, I complied quite willingly, and to my pleasure his finger slid into my hole very easily. Then a second finger, and then he began working my prostate, all the while his hard dick rubbed against my leg. I couldn't help but think to myself "I'd love to get a fuck from him." He lay on top of me, uring me to relax as the head of his dick pressed against my hole. I couldn't tell whether or not he was wearing a condom, but I knew I wasn't on PrEP. Still I didn't object when his dick slid ever so gently into my hole, for which I was grateful as his cock was both long and thick. Before long he was balls-deep, fucking me in short strokes. I was in heaven as his strokes got longer, and when I began clamping down his his cock when he was at full depth, he muttered "Stop, man, I don't want to cum in you." To myself, however, I replied "I I don't care," and clamped down full bore. Still he pulled-out and blasted a load any porn star would be proud to pump out. When he had finished wiping his cum off of my ass, I turned and got the shock of my life: his chest bore a large tattoo of a BIO HAZARD symbol.

I got fucked and filled by so many guys over Pride weekend at Manifest that I lost count!

It was late and I was drunk and horny as I past an adult video store. I decided that since I struck out at the bar I could at least get my cock drained by some fag in a video booth, hey a mouth is a mouth, right?!? I find an empty booth and lock the door or at least I tried locking the door. No time to waste, I really wanted to bust my nut before going home so I put money in the video machine and pulled out my cock and went to work hoping someone would peek through the hole and ask to suck it. It took a few minutes until I hear some guy telling me I had a really nice cock and how hot it was to watch me stroke. He said he was ready to leave but offered me a little bottle of poppers.......I had never tried poppers but he said it would make my orgasm more intense....... so I took them and tried a few sniffs and started feeling more horny and felt my cock start throbbing. I figured if a little felt good then move would feel better and inhaled very deeply in both nostrils and had to reach above the video monitor to hold the wall so I wouldn't fall over. I couldn't take my eyes off the video of some chick getting fucked from behind by a guy with a big black cock and I moaned as I stroked even faster. I was so wrapped up in this scene that I never heard the door open and some guy coming in until I suddenly feel a hand reaching over my hand and squeezing my cock as his other hand guided the poppers bottle under my nose as he wispers in my ear to breathe in and enjoy the feeling. I was still drunk and really caught in the rush of the poppers so much that I just let it happen. He then removed my hand from my cock and replaced it with his as he guided my hand to his bulging cock and got my started on rubbing it through his pants. He guided the poppers under my nose again and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and I held it tighter and started enjoying the feel of stroking him. I finally turned around to see he was a black guy with a very hard and big cock. He tells me he can tell I'm super excited and I should follow him to a larger booth and I was about to say no when he really pumped my cock and pushed the poppers back under my nose and I just gave in and inhaled deeply and next thing I know is he is leading me to another booth and everyone is looking at me and smiling when I realize he is still holding my cock as we are walking through the hallway. We get into a larger booth and he asked me if I like the way the poppers make me feel and I just smile and he says he wants to make me feel even better before I blow my load and go home and pulled out a pipe and said I didn't have to but it would feel way better than the poppers and held it up for me and I took it as he flicked the lighter saying to inhale deeply and hold it until he says to exhale. It seemed like an eternity but when I blew out the smoke I got the most intense head rush could barely see or hear anything except how fucking great I felt an then realized why as I was coming down. I looked an saw 2 more guys in the booth with us and they were holding my hands and pumping their cocks through them as the first guy was sucking and stroking my cock. I thought I would lose it right then. One of the other guys asks if I liked how his friend was sucking my cock and if it looks as hot as it feels and I could only moan. Then he said I've gone this far and maybe I should try sucking a cock just to see what it's like and as much as I tried not to let him know how hot that sounded, I let out another moan and he said..... don't think about it as he placed the pipe back in my mouth and this time I needed no encouragement, I quickly inhale deeply and pump the cocks in my hands faster until I lost track of time and what I was doing and when I started gaining control again, they are pushing me to my knees and telling me how much I will love sucking my first cock and pushed my head onto the first guys cock and I couldn't believe how much I wanted to suck it. They kept pushing the poppers under my nose again and again and again and again until it felt like they were touching every part of my body and I was losing control of everything and not even caring. They pulled me away from my cock sucking long enough to kiss me and blow smoke into my mouth and then give me the pipe again and sent my mind into the stratosphere. I feel my face being fucked by this big beautiful black cock and suddenly feel an intense heat inside me and I moan very loudly as this intense heat triggered my cock to explode and I heard one of the guys behind me groaning and grabbing my hips and pumping his load of cum into my now more than willing ass and before I could process what was really happening, the black guy started filling my mouth with his cum and then splashed the last few spurts on my face. I couldn't believe it!!!!!! I hated to admit it but i was in heaven. Just when I thought it was all over, the third guy asked if I wanted more and all I could say was: yes, but get me fucked up again and when you're finished, leave the door open when go...............

Atlanta is gonna be home to me sooner rather than later. The number of loads I took during Atlanta Pride Weekend was amazing. It's rare for a Black Bear Bottom to leave a sex party with a sore hole, more often or not I am expected to top; limp dick or not. Not Atlanta and not at Manifest. I got 3 loads on Friday, from the same guy. And Saturday I lost count; my only issue is the best stroke of the night insisted on a condom. With a cock as big as his and as rare as it is for me to get fucked; I had to allow him up my generally latex free hole. I enjoyed him as well as the 8 others that fucked me, some more than others. But I will be back probably for a Cumunion event.

smoking - either me fucking/getting fucked while smoking, better if the other lad is a smoker too poz conversion/verbal pozzing incest/yng/taboo eating juicy holes scat/piss/pigplay

"As he rose from his chair, I took Greg's hand in mine, kissing it while I led him to the bedroom. 'Our bed awaits! Lube and maximum impact are on the night stand! Having you here makes me feel like a kid on Christmas morning! Would it be okay if I unwrap you?' 'Only if you let me return the favor! Given our no expectations agreement, this isn't something I thought we'd be discussing, but it's something you should know. I have obscene overhang! Quite a few guys have told me my cock is ugly. Things got so bad, I actually considered going for a circumcision!' Just the phrase obscene overhang kicked my mind into overdrive, but I thought it best to keep my piggy desires to myself for the time being. 'As far as I'm concerned, there's no such thing as an ugly cock! Nothing is uglier than bad attitude and those guys are the ugly ones! Raise your arms so I can take your shirt off!' Greg complied and I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head, revealing lush, tight curls where I hoped to wallow at some point. Equally inviting were his nipples and I took the opportunity to briefly flick my tongue over them. 'My turn, arms up!' Once my shirt was off, Greg buried his face in my chest for a few seconds. 'Honestly, I was attracted to you from our first private chat, but your magnificent fur is like the cherry on a sundae!' 'Since we're both wearing sandals, let's just kick them off!' We did just that"

Adult book stores with gloryholes used to be the places to go for anon sex, still a few good ones around but a lot went away. Maybe with the demise of craigslist they will once more be the place to cum to. Hope there will be more to cum of this great story.

Part 21 - The Day Before Thanksgiving Boarding the flight to LA the group had six seats together in upper class as Daniel, Jordan, Lucy, David, Steve and Callum took their seats on the flight to LA. Steve noticing one seat near them at the very front was empty couldn't help but glance at the anxiousness of the cabin crew by the door, this usually meant someone very famous travelling. Callum had also noticed the goings on at the door, but he could see passengers still boarding in economy. Daniel looked up at them from his seat "What are you two doing?". Callum looked back at Daniel "Someone famous is travelling today, cabin crew look anxious, it's always a tell tell sign". "Oooh who do you think it is?" Daniel said standing up and Callum shrugged his shoulders. Suddenly the flow of passengers boarding stopped and the curtain was drawn between upper class and the back of the plane. The airline escort appeared at the door and headed towards them followed by Sam. Mumblings became evident as the other passengers gasped at seeing who boarded the plane and their eyes followed him as he walked towards the front of the plane. Sam saw the surprises on their faces and was smiling at them as he approached Callum's seat, the now short hop to his own seat took longer as he had to hug all six of the group. Jordan was first to ask "We didn't know you were going to LA this morning?". "I have a studio session in a couple of days plus I am spending thanksgiving with Nicky and Kit" Sam replied. Jordan laughed "That is where we are all going". Sam smiled "I know, Nicky and Kit invited me over to join you all on Thursday, hope you don't mind me gate crashing". Jordan now back in his seat "Sam of course not, after all we hope you consider us all as friends". For Sam a flight like this would usually involve numerous interruptions by other passengers wanting a selfie or autograph, he was happy to oblige in most cases except when he wanted sleep. Today he would only get interrupted when the group went up to the bar to sit and chat, the rest of the flight his friends made sure no one could intrude. It was only after 7 hours in to the flight that the group finally settled down and caught a few hours nap before lunch was served an hour before their arrival. The aircraft flew to the north of LA and out over the pacific getting lower and lower as it did so, finally it banked to the left and lined up on the glide path for the final approach. Jordan looked out of the window and clearly visible was Huntington Beach and Newport, the last time he saw this view was when he left Sage and LA for good, he had hoped never to see this place again but the memories flooded back. The aircraft came to a stop at the gate and the group were whisked away by a fleet of limo's to the VIP arrival centre to clear immigration and await their baggage. Sam was staying at the Wilshire Beverly Hills and said he would see them all tomorrow as he climbed in to his limo. Within 30 minutes they were leaving LAX and heading up towards Beverly Hills and Coldwater Canyon. Callum had never to been to LA and this was Daniel's third visit so they listened intently as Jordan pointed out some of the buildings and landmarks. They passed Paramount studios and began their drive through Beverly Hills before starting up hill to the exclusive communities of Coldwater Canyon. By the time they arrived Patrick and Lee were already there sitting out by the pool, Steve hardly got through the door before the children came running up and dragged him off to the pool since he had become their pool buddy on his frequent but short trips. Daniel and Jordan settled in and unpacked before joining the now very busy house, full of noise from laughter, talking and splashing in the pool. By 5pm the children were picked up as they had a sleepover at a friends house which left just the adults sitting outside on the terrace, Daniel was busy making up a bowl of salad in the kitchen on the opposite side of the house. Kit was pouring drinks for everyone from the wet bar by the pool before he called over to the group. "I am waiting for a friend who will join us for an hour before we head out if anyone else is interested" he said. Jordan looked over "Where are you off to?". "An open mic bar off Rodeo for new bands, pretty awesome place if you like country rock" he replied placing a drink on the table. "Sounds interesting will see if Danny fancies it unless the jetlag hits in" Jordan laughed. Sage drove up through Coldwater Canyon he had no idea how things would pan out so he would play it by ear, there was no doubt that one person would not be happy to see him. He didn't worry about that as he could put on his best show to win them all over. He pulled up to the gated community, the security guard checked Nicky and Kit's list and opened the gates, Sage drove along the row of hidden mansions until he found the number of the one he was looking for. The gates stood open so he drove in and parked at the front of the imposing building and got out of the car, walking over to the front door he pushed the button. "Figured some of you might be washed out from the time difference" Kit chuckled and heard the door bell. Daniel shouted from the kitchen "Do you want me to get that?". "Yes please" Kit shouted back at Daniel. "So what is this friends name and is he someone else famous?" Callum asked from the pool side. "Oh, reckon you might fancy him he is muscled beyond belief, his name is Sage" Kit replied again. "What?" Jordan sat bolt upright with a horrified look on his face. Daniel opened the door "Hello". Sage looked, smiled and pointed a finger "Oh hang on your err... Daniel isn't it?". Daniel laughed "Yes, but who are you?". Sage laughed "Sorry, I'm Kit's plus one were heading off to band night later" he replied evading giving his name out. "Oh right yes I just heard Kit mumbling something about it but couldn't quite hear everything". Sage smiled "Oh Daniel can I ask you a favour, I got some bottles in the trunk and need a hand if you don't mind". Daniel smiled at his charming manner being completely taken in "Of course". They strode across the driveway towards Sage's car. Jordan jumped out of his chair quickly followed by Patrick and Lee who understood what was going on. Kit stood there holding his drink. David suddenly remembered where he heard the name Sage from and jumped up following Lee. "What is going?" Kit asked loudly. David looked back "Sage is the ex Jordan ran away from". "Oh fuck" Kit dropped his drink and went running. The commotion on the pool terrace was bodies scrambling to their feet and running through the lounge and round the side of the house shouting Daniel's name as they ran. Sage opened the trunk door and Daniel looked on rather discombobulated at the empty trunk, the dull pain and force stunned Daniel before he fell head first in to the trunk, he felt dizzy as his body was being pushed and forced in to the trunk, disorientated and dazed he saw the light disappear and a loud clunk as the trunk door closed. Sage jumped in the driver seat and turned the ignition key as the engine roared in to life. Jordan flew out of the front door as the car tyres screeched spinning madly and Sage drove out of the driveway at top speed. Daniel panicked punching hard at the roof of the trunk continuously. Jordan sunk to his knees his head in his hands screaming 'No, No' as the back of the car sped out of the gates. Nicky had already called the police and was now calling the gated security guard to stop the car, Kit opened up the garage door and got his Ferrari out shouting to Jordan to get in. Nicky ran back in the house and came out throwing a set of keys at Patrick take the BMW and follow them, Lee and David got in and set off in pursuit. Everything happened in minutes and Sage could not believe his luck at getting the biggest prize so easily. Lucy had tears rolling down her face sobbing whilst Nicky comforted her, Callum was crying in the arms of Steve who just looked on unsure what had just happened. Sage sped through the community turning on to the entry road, he saw the gates firmly closed with the guard standing there, he knew he couldn't stop and with that he pressed his foot down harder on the accelerator. The guard went to pull his gun out but was to slow, he jumped out of the way as the car ploughed in to the gates with a tremendous crashing and clanging sound as they fell free of their hinges spinning to the ground behind the car. The guard got to his feet and saw a Ferrari coming down fast, he managed to pull one of the gates out of the road to let the car pass. He ran back to the booth and got the cctv camera picking up the cars arrival to get the registration plate. The BMW 4x4 screeched to a halt at the gate. "Are you okay?" Patrick called out of the window. "Yes I'm fine, I have just given the registration to LAPD they are on it" he called over to Patrick. The BMW pulled away whilst David sent a text to Jordan asking where they got to and followed them as Jordan gave directions. Sage turned off down a dirt track to hide for a while as he suspected they would be following him, with the car shielded from the road he got out and sensing they were alone he went around to the trunk.

A Pearl of Wisdom. (Pearls are hard, too.)

I grew up in a very small town. In High School I had gone on a few dates with boys, kissed one or two, and jerked one off, but nothing more. I had figured out I was gay, but didn't even know if I was a top or a bottom. That started to change within two weeks of starting college. During Orientation, I met a really cute guy named Joe. We had the same major, lots in common, and he was gorgeous. He was nearly six feet tall, sandy blond hair, strong nordic cheekbones, and a sleek taught body from years of being on the high school regional swim team, which he was now joining in college too. We were both inexperienced when it came to sex, which we both realized the first time we managed to get a dorm room alone for the night. We sloppily kissed and rolled around on the bed, but didn't know how to suck cock yet, and certainly no anal. Essentially, we were both virgins. The fact that we were both eighteen meant we could cum quickly and stay hard enough to cum again mere minutes later. A few weeks into our first semester, I went to his first swim meet. I was proud of him for being out to all of his teammates and coach. The match was great and I loved watching all of the Juniors and Seniors in their skimpy speedos, soaking wet and clinging to every inch of what little they covered. And on top of that, they won! Afterwards, he introduced me to his coach and some of the guys on the team. His coach, who insisted everyone call him by his first name, Tony, told us he was having a celebratory party that weekend. Tony was beautiful. He could have been a lumber jack if he wasn't a college swim coach. He had red hair, turning ever so slightly salt-and-pepper at the temples and thinning on top, sideburns, and a bushy mustache. While most of the boys he coached were pale and slim, he was tan and beefy. His shoulders were broad, pulling the buttons of his tight polo shirt open, revealing a few tufts of chest hair. Needless to say, I was watering at the mouth!I was excited to go and hang out with such a hot group of guys, and such a hot coach! Saturday rolled around, and Joe and I managed to get an hour together in my dorm room before leaving to drive to Tony's house for the party. After maneuvering into an awkward sixty-nine position, I managed to get the head of his uncut cock in my mouth for about thirty seconds before he filled my mouth with his salty cum. I put my hands on the back of Joe's head and tried to aim his lips to my cock, but he seemed to miss my cues. He licked at my dick, while jerking my dick so hard it was starting to hurt, but I shot off anyway, all over his face. I reeled around and licked my jizz off of Joe's chiseled face. He squirmed and pulled away, sort of grossed out by the thought of eating cum. He grabbed his briefs off of the floor and used them to mop his face off as I chuckled, saying, "You'll get used to that if we keep this up. You might even learn to like the taste." He laughed and suggested we get ready to go or we would be late. We pulled our clothing on, but he decided to skip the underwear and chucked it into my laundry hamper. We showed up at Tony's house only a few minutes late and must have been the last people to arrive as the driveway and street in front of the house was packed with cars. All of the lights were on and we could hear music all the way from the street. We rang the bell, and a few seconds later, Tony met us at the door. He was wearing a thin linen shirt, unbuttoned at the front and practically see-through. As my eyes dropped from his burly chest down to his fuzzy belly button, and then lower to a massive bulge in his tight shorts, my jaw dropped and Tony smirked as Joe slapped me across the belly saying "Dude, quit checking out my Coach!" I didn't know if either one thought it was funny or not. Tony ushered us inside saying "I want you to meet my parter, Charlie." Woah! I had no clue Tony was gay! His house was huge and we wandered through a few rooms and out onto a backyard deck before finding Charlie. He had a tray full of red cups, and he was passing out cocktails to the older team mates. Charlie was younger than Tony, but older than all of the guys on the team. He looked like he might have been Latin, or maybe Greek, with dark curly hair, dark eyes, and a great tan, a bit shorter than me, but in great shape, with a toned chest clearly visible under a tight t-shirt. He started to offer me and Joe a drink, and Tony stopped him, saying "I'm not sure these guys are of age...." Charlie smiled slyly saying, "Right. Wouldn't want to corrupt your students." With that, some of the guys close enough to hear started laughing. Charlie laughed too, and then went to go get us some fruit punch instead. I looked around and realized that there were no girls there. I figured that Tony would have invited his team members' girlfriends too, but I guess not. The teammates there seemed to know each other pretty well and didn't seem lonely without their girlfriends at all. As we continued to scope out the scene, I saw the massive pool in the backyard. It must have been at least a quarter of an Olympic-sized pool. With the sun starting to go down, the lights under the water turned on. Charlie put his hand on my shoulder as he handed me some punch and asked "Hey, you wanna go for a swim?" I replied "Sure, but I didn't bring a suit." “No problem,” said Charlie. You're wearing underwear right? That'll do.” “Well, I'm not. We, er, got distracted on the way over...” grinned Joe. Tony Put his big bear arm around Joe and smiled, saying "No worries, man. I'm sure I've got something you can borrow. My size might be a big big on you, but it'll do in a pinch. Come with me." “Okay. Dive in, guys, don't wait for us!” said Joe as Tony ushered him away. Charlie started "First one in's a rotten..." "EGG!" some of the guys standing around shouted. Charlie and the rest of the guys started peeling off their shirts and dropping their shorts. One or two of the swim team guys were nude, but I figured, what the hell. If they're not embarrassed why should I be? I stripped down to my white Calvins and dove in. We all splashed around, laughing and horse-playing as I met some of the guys who I had been ogling around campus and at the swim meet. There must have been ten guys there, along with Charlie. The way they were teasing each other made me think some of them might be gay or might even be boyfriends. I got confused when I saw Dan kissing Mike and then Mike kissing Andrew. If Dan and Mike were dating, why would he kiss Andrew? I couldn't help but spring a woody. My hard-on got even harder when I saw Mike kiss Charlie and Andrew kiss Dan. I thought 'Where's Joe? He's missing all of the fun' while all around me, guys were making out with each other and pulling each other's bathing suits or underwear down. Charlie sidled up to me and smiled as he put his hands on my chest, sliding down to my cock, pulling my briefs down and wrapping his hand around my dick. “Whoah, we should stop this,” I weakly protested. I desperately wanted to kiss Charlie, but didn't want to upset Joe. “What about Joe,” I asked. “What about Joe,” Charlie said. All the while, Charlie was milking my dick under the water. By this time, we had two or three guys surrounding us, rubbing their hands all over our bodies. Dan leaned in close, still jerking my dick, and whispered, “What do you think Tony is doing with Joe right now?” I looked around and didn't see either of them and thought 'Maybe I should go inside and check on Joe' but before I could try to pull away from the group, I was shooting a load into the pool. “Finished so soon?” Charlie asked. Andrew shouted, “I bet he's got another load or two!” With that, two boys hoisted me, nude and hard, onto the edge of the pool. Mike pushed my shoulders back until I was on my back. He then got up and aimed his massive dick into my mouth. I gagged immediately, but he just kept shoving it in. He took a break as I caught my breath. Next to me, Andrew was starting to fuck Dan. I couldn't help but notice that Andrew's dick was sliding into Dan's ass without a condom. I had never seen even in a video gay sex without a condom. Dan was moaning like it felt really good. Then, I saw Charlie standing in the water. He smiled at me and started to lift my legs as he stroked his dick. He leaned over me and kissed me hard. As he mashed his wet lips against mine, I felt his cock poking at my virgin hole. I was okay with him fucking me, but worried about protection. “What about a condom?” I asked. “Listen kid. I don't have anything you couldn't catch from any of the guys here. Don't worry about it...” I figured, whatever. If it was going to be my first time, I wanted to feel what it was really like. Charlie was gentler than I expected and took his time working his tool into me. He pumped away as I felt my back rubbing back and forth against the wet concrete beneath me. It never hurt and I swear I could feel his heart beating through my hole. Charlie picked up his pace as the guys around were cheering us on. He slammed into me a few more times and then held still. I didn't know it then, but he was cumming in my hole. He pulled out as the guys were cheering and clapping. I was grinning, happy to no longer be a virgin, but sort of sad that my first time hadn't been with Joe. I knew Joe and Tony must have been able to hear the commotion from inside even over the booming music. Andrew pulled out of Dan and asked me if I was ready for another round. I said, “Well, maybe later, but I want to check on Joe first and make sure he's okay.” Charlie slapped his softening cock against my legs and laughed. “I bet I know where to find them,” he snickered as he climbed out of the water and helped me up. I stumbled to my feet as Charlie took my hand. Mike handed me a towel. I dried off a bit, noticing then what must have been Charlie's cum dripping out of my hole and onto my thighs. The guys kept on playing together as Charlie led me inside. In the kitchen, he gave me a glass of water. I didn't hear anything in the house except for the bass of the music from outside. Charlie leaned in and kissed me. “Tony sure knows how to pick 'em” he said. “He didn't pick me. I'm not on the team,” I replied. “Joe's on the team.” “You'll both be on the team if tonight goes the way it should. And once you're on this team, you're on it for life.” Charlie mussed my hair and smacked my bare ass. “Let's go upstairs...” To be continued......

There was a LGBT Pride festival this weekend, so my husband and I and one of our friends went to the parade. Naturally, these festivals usually have after parties, so of course we ended up at the club. At first it was very empty, but as there were two dollar drinks on sale so of course I had to have several. The evening opened with a long island iced tea, but one turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into four. Oh, and four quickly turned into seven. Needless to say I was drunk as fuck. The morning before we left the hotel my husband had fucked me, breeding my hole nice and deep, and as I expected the day would be fun, I definitely didn't want to prematurely loose his load. I also needed to advertise myself, so before leaving for the parade I slid on a cock ring. Naturally I also skipped underwear, which left my cock printed through the front of my shorts. I knew it was visible but I wanted everyone to see it, especially one of the hairy daddies with whom I'm in heat, and who I expected to be at the parade. Being drunk at a gay bar made me feel extra slutty, and when my friend and my husband was pre-occupied, I decided it was time to walk around and look to see what action I can get into. A couple of guys were seemingly interested, but not enough to follow through. I walked through two rooms, each containing a sling, but no one was waiting to fuck. I figured I'd circle back later to see if the activity picked-up. A few rounds later I found myself increasingly impatient: there was still nothing going on in the slings, and I really, really wanted to fuck. Fortunately two doorways down the hall I found a door which was open. The man inside the room was in his 50s. Sensing he wanted to play really really badly, I stepped up to the doorway and made introductory small small talk, graduating to asking if he wanted to play. "Hell, yes," he replied, gesturing for me to enter his room. By the time the door was closed I was on my knees, taking his cock into my hungry mouth. He moaned and pushed it deep down my throat. His cock, which was about six and a half inches, cut, was just the right size. When he offered his poppers I accepted gratefully, taking a couple deep hits and holding them in my lungs for as long as I could, heart beating ever faster as he became more aggressive in pumping into my mouth. Several minutes into our session he withdrew from my mouth, and bent over, offering me his ass. As I rimmed his hole he took several deep hits of poppers, with the consequence his hole opened up quite nicely, enabling me to push my tongue deep inside, at which point I could taste the cum from another man. Asking him about the load, he replied he had been fucked earlier by two guys, and each had blown his load inside. I continued working his ass for several minutes, lost in the spell of his hole (and the poppers). Getting to my feet, I aligned my cock, and abruptly shoved my cock into his ass. He grunted in genuine discomfort, but I wasn't going to stop, so I recommended he take some additional hits of poppers, which he did. To further distract him from the pain I reached under his body, found his tits and worked his nipples, fucking his used hole hard. Apparently the pain was diminishing 'cause his at this point he was only whimpering, and at one level that was good as I could easily have continued fucking him until I came, but I also wanted to be fucked, so I withdrew, took some huffs and aligned my ass so his cock could slide right in. He banged me like a two bit whore, and I was in heaven, especially when he announced "I'm gonna cum" only for his cock to pulsate, and a warm, slick wetness to fill my hole. He had definitely bred me. Pulling out, he went to work on my cock as we both huffed the poppers. Apparently I shot a big load, as with my third volley of cum he began gagging, and tears were streaming down his face. But I didn’t care. He had used my ass and now I was using his throat. He swallowed my sperm and then made to kiss me, but really wasn't interested in prolonging the session. Instead I simply pulled-up my pants and left. When I met my husband and our friend I was still high on poppers. Upon getting back to the hotel, my husband smelling the cum, started to feel my hole, knowing that I was bred, he wanted to fuck. He made me bend over and drop my shorts, then ruggedly pushed Into my hole. "No more poppers for you," he said, adding "I want your hole wrapped around my cock." Our friend was standing on the sidelines, watching us, so I gestured for him to join us. He presented his cock for me to suck. I took his cock into my mouth and he must have been really horny as, within two minutes he announced he was about to cum. I gestured for him to slip into my ass, and he did so, cumming quickly. All the while my husband was feeling me his cock. After our friend came, my husband he he changed places, and my husband drumped his load into my hole. This was the best Pride ever.

So I told you guys I would update y’all on my situation with this. So here it is. Let’s call the older guy daddy, and his son will be “D” After all all this was said and done. I dropped his son off and went home for awhile. Daddy texted me after I got home and said “he’ll be gone all night. Come over.” So I did . (My load count at this point is 2) I knock in the door and daddy is already in boxers hard as rock. He pulls me into a kiss before I’m even in the house. His hands are exploring my body and he makes his way to my ass. He picks me up and takes me to the couch and whispers “i missed that hole. “ “it’s only been a few hours. “ I said. His index finger finds its way into my cum sloppy hole. I felt his cock grow even harder than it was. “You let d breed you boy?” “Yes sir. He was my first” daddy pushed me on my back and plunged his cock into my hole. He fucked my hole hard and fast. “who fucks you better babe?” He moans. “You do sir.” I say. “Fuck yeah I do, here it cums.” He slams hard into me and I feel his cock pulsate as he shoots another big load into me (giving me my 3rd of the night.) A mix of his and his sons load runs out of my hole and passed my jock. He kisses me and I head out. As I’m driving home I get a Grindr message. It reads: “in town. Want some hole. You game?” I respond with a hell yeah, and I’m on my way to a hotel room. I walk in and see this professional looking dude. Dressed in a suit, and I noticed a ring in his finger. We chat for awhile and he tells me how he’s in town for some meeting. How his wife is cheating on him and he hasn’t had pussy in months. I pulls out a hard 7 inch cock and I suck him hard and sloppy. “Can I fuck you?” He asks. “Please.” I respond. “I don’t have a condom. Do you?” “Nope.” I say while mounting his raw throbbing cock. He smirks and says “ fuck a condom.” I start pushing back against strokes and he tells me how wet and tight my pussy is. “Fuck bud, my wife isn’t even this tight. “ “Can I cum in you?” He asks. I don’t give a response, but soon after he groans and says “fuck im about to.” I pick up on his breathing and as soon as I feel his cock twitch I slide my hole all the way down to the base of his cock. I’m practically sitting on his ballsack making sure his nut is as deep in my guts as possible. He smiles and laughs and says “wow you didn’t even let me take my suit off.” His cock is still hard inside me. And he kisses me. He tells me that he can last all night and that I’m not going anywhere. He fucks another quick load into me bringing my total count to 5. At this point he calls it a night. We exchange numbers and I’m on my way. I’m sitting in the parking of lot of this hotel and I notice a few guys are going in and out of a public bathroom just across the street. It’s dark and dimly lit. I’m still hard as fuck and my hole is still craving cum. I figure I would go check it out. I walk in and there’s 6 urinals and 5 stalls. All the urinals are taken up but nobody is using them to take a piss. I get into moods when I’m horny where I don’t give a fuck about who it is, I just want to be bred. I get pretty bold as well. I went into a stall, leaving the door wide open and I took off my shorts. My jock was soaked with Precum and cum that escaped my hole. I position myself on the toilet with my legs in the air and my hole available for the taking. The bathroom isn’t super bright. So you can’t really tell who’s who u I’m theyre up close. I immediately have two takers. One is a chubby hairy bear who steps up and plunges his kinda small but super thick cock in me. He must’ve liked how prelubed I was because he came within a few seconds. (My 6th load.) He pulled his soft cock out of my hole and zipped up. I hear a familiar voice say my name and step forward. I look up to see my government teacher with his hard cock peeking through the zipper of his pants. I’m at a loss for words. I live in a small town but I never imagined. He has his hard cock in his hand and he’s lining it up with my hole. His really thick and lengthy. I’d say a good 9 inches. He felt amazing. He asks me how many loads were in me and if he could give me his. He’s so far up my hole and I’m in absolute Cumslut heaven. He’s so loud and verbal. I’m sure people walking by could hear him beating my pussy up. “Fuck yeah take my load.” He roars as he cums. I pulled his asscheeks into me so I can savor the (7th) load and his girth. I’ve always found him stunning. He looked at me with his blue eyes and smiled. “I’m here every other day after 6. I want you again. “ I just smiled back and let him go home to his wife. I gather myself a bit and go to find my shorts when I notice a cock slide under the stall. I’m not sure what this dude is wanting but I know what I want. I mounted the cock, and there was no resistance. This random stranger who I didn’t know, didn’t know what he looked like, was gonna give me my 8th load of the night. And boy did he. He pulsated so much in my pussy. It was probably the biggest load I’ve ever gotten. Couldn’t tell with all the loads already in me. He pulled his cum covered dick out of my cummy hole and I put my shorts on. You’d think after 8 fucking loads in your ass you’d be tired and sore. Hell. Fucking. No. I was still raging but it was late. I figured I would go to the woods and at least play with my own hole. As I’m pulling up I notice this bad boy looking type guy. Leather jacket, smoking a cigarette, leaning on his car by himself. I park a few spots away from him and he ended up coming to my car and asking what I was up to. He’s tugging at his cock while asking so all I do is pulled down my shorts, open my door and show him my hole. He drops his jeans to the ground and sticks his hard cock in my hole. This attracted a small crowd of 2 or 3 guys. He pumps his babies in me giving me my 9th load and leaves. I’m in nothing but a t shirt and jock, and I notice this guy has my shorts in his hands, I run to try and get them back but he leaves in his car. I’m too horny to care too much. I just focus on the next guy who’s at my car jerking his cock. “can I have a turn with your hole?” “Fuck yeah.” I’m pushed up against my car and yet another stranger is pumping me raw. He fucks hard for 10 minutes and I feel my untouched cock getting ready to unleash. “You’re gonna make me shoot, keep fucking me.” “Yeah? You want my fucking load?” “Please.” “Fuck yeah I’m gonna dump in you. Ah fuck I’m dumping in you. Oh shit. I just flooded your pussy, man. “ I beg him to stay inside me. I can usually cum handsfree but he stopped fucking right before I came so I had to jack while his cock was still in me. He pulled out and zipped up and walked away. I drove home in just my jock and a t shirt. With 10 loads of cum flooding out of me and onto my seat. I fucking love being a cumdump.

Tony and Charlie's bedroom already reeked of mansex, and with the rest of the swim team standing there waiting to fuck my boyfriend Joe, I knew it was about to get a lot more intense. I looked down at my boyfriend's ass and saw ropes of cum seeping out. His hole was red and puffy. Charlie took my hand and guided my fingers. “Rub that cum in, boy. It'll help sooth his guts, and it'll keep him nice and slippery for the rest of the team.” Tony was smiling, standing with his hands on his hips, his dick already hard again, bouncing slightly. “The boy asked 'Who's next?'” Tony roughly turned by boy over so he was on his back, knees up to his chest. I asked him, “Is the team going to fuck him bare too?” “Hell, yeah. That's what he came he for.” I had no clue what he was talking about. Out of the ten or so guys standing there, the most senior swimmers were Mike, Dan, and Andrew. Mike had shoved his fat dick in my mouth earlier as Charlie was tricking me into taking his dick raw. He strutted up to me and said. “I think it'll be your boyfriend's job to finish what you started earlier. But first, get me wet for him. Wouldn't want to tear him up, at least not until everyone's had a go, right?” I knew he had a point. I wanted my boy to enjoy this as much as possible. I knelt and slobbered all over his dick as Mike grabbed the back of my head and forced his manhood all the way to the back of my throat. He pulled out, taking my hand and wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. “Put it in his hole.” I guided his slimy cock into my boy's dripping hole. He grunted as Mike slammed in without any hint of compassion or concern for my boy's pleasure. “Fuck. I've been waiting to tag this boy's hole again since Spring tryouts!” Again, I thought? Had my boyfriend already been fucked by these guys, even before we met? Mike hammered away at his target, picking up the pace. I watched as his hips slammed forward over and over again, finally shooting his wad into my Joe's eager hole. Andrew was next up. He flipped my boyfriend over onto his knees and started fingering my boy's hole. I couldn't believe the flood of cum that rushed out. He wiped some on his hard dick and fingered the rest back into my boyfriend's hole. “Wanna watch this up close?” he asked me. He instructed me to lay on my back under my boyfriend, with my chin right under his balls. “Spread his cheeks for me.” I followed orders, my face only inches away as Andrew entered my boyfriend. He was much more gentle than Mike had been, and took his time. My boyfriend must have liked his style. He started moaning. Only then did he realize my dick was right in front of his face. He was moaning too much to give me a proper blowjob, but that was okay as I would have cum in a second. After a few minutes, Andrew said, “Here it cums!” He thrust in, balls deep. I was amazed that I could literally see his balls churn and see the cum flow up his cock and into my Joe's willing ass. He stayed there for a minute before withdrawing. Dan stepped up next. His dick was shorter than the other guys, but still an impressive six inches or so, and it must have been as thick as a beer bottle. “I usually go last,” he chuckled. “I need a few dicks to loosen up a boy's hole for me first. And lots of lube.” With the rest of the team standing in a semicircle, all jacking, Dan pulled my boy onto his side. He laid down next to him, almost like they were spooning. “It's okay Joe. Just back onto it.” By this time, Joe was loose enough to take him all the way. After laying there taking Dan's thrusts, it was like he came to life. He maneuvered Dan onto his back and started riding his cock. “Damn,” Dan shouted, “I think he may be a bit loose for me!” He ordered me to crouch in front and shove some fingers in there. My cock was drooling precum, so I used a bit to lube up my fingers and managed to get three into my boy's hole, gliding next to Dan's dick as he ravaged Joe. I saw more of that familiar pink foam on my hand, knowing that Joe had to be bleeding a bit inside. With the added tightness, it didn't take Dan long to add his spooge to the rest. He lifted Joe up so just the tip of his wide cock was in Joe's ass. I watched as cum oozed out from Joe's hole and down Dan's dick. “Clean up that mess, boy,” shouted Tony. The coach forced my head onto Dan's cock. I tasted cum, cum, and more cum, mixed with the taste of ass and blood. After that, it was a free for all. I watched as my boyfriend took at least seven more cocks, some long and skinny, some thick and curved. The only thing they had in common was that they all fucked my boy's hole bare. By the end, my boy was on the floor in the middle of the room, soaked with sweat, cum all over his crotch. Tony said, “Now it's your turn boy.” For a moment, I thought they all wanted a turn at my hole. The look on my face must have shown my anxiety. “No. Let your boyfriend finally cum. We want you to sit on his cock. And guess what's going to lube your hole, boy?” I knew all of those guys' cum was going to go in my hole. I knew Joe was desperately in need of release after all that. I went down on my hands and knees, my ass upturned and ready. Joe was still on his back, with has ass drooling buckets of cum. Charlie and Tony mopped up the mess with their tongues and hands, witping and spitting it onto Joe's dick. Tony worked his fingers into Joe's hole, releasing a ******* of jizz. He pressed his fingers into my ass, working as much cum into my raw hole as possible. When Joe had recovered enough to get to his knees, the guys carried him over to me. Joe leaned on my back, too tired to move, but still desperate to fuck. Mike and Andrew spread my cheeks. Dan and Charlie guided Joe's dick to my hole as Tony lined up behind Joe. Joe moaned, and I knew Tony was fucking him again. As Tony thrust into Joe, Joe moved involuntarily forward as his cock entered me. He was like a ragdoll as Tony pummeled his sore, loose hole. “Fuck, I love it sloppy,” jeered Tony. Joe couldn't hold off long and I felt him shooting his load into my hole, mixing his seed with that of the entire team. We all collapsed onto the floor and laid in a sweaty pile. When Joe and I had come to our senses, the team was gone. Charlie and Tony were laying in the bed. We were both sticky, covered with cum and sweat, but didn't they didn't want us to shower. They got up, helped us to dress, and led us downstairs. Tony called us a cab, as we were both to exhausted and fucked up to drive. He whispered to us as we got in the cab, “Make sure you don't wash your holes tonight, boys. We worked hard to get you both full of cum, and you'd better stay that way all night.” In the ride back to campus, Joe confessed to me that he had let some of the team fuck him at Tryouts. He also confessed that he had taken their dicks raw and let them cum in him. He explained that he wanted to be part of the team. “What about disease,” I asked him, realizing what a hypocrite I was, sitting there with my ass oozing cum just like his. “Um yeah. About that. A few weeks after Tryouts, I got sick. Real sick. Don't be surprised if you get real sick in a week or so. They call it the fuck flu.” To be continued?

A few years ago I was invited to join some friends on a trip to Munich for a long weekend in December. There were six of us - my friend Michael and his partner, another couple in their mid 30s, Ben and Paul, and another friend of Michael's I hadn't met. For reasons which will become obvious I've changed all the names in this story...... I liked Michael very much - he'd been a good friend for many years and I liked his partner too. The other couple I knew but less well, Paul had been friends with Michael for a long time and I had met him and his partner Ben quite a few times and liked them both. We flew out to Munich on the Friday morning and checked out the Christmas markets in the afternoon. We were all staying until Monday except Paul who had to fly home on Sunday due to work commitments. We had a good time and I enjoyed the company very much. I had been busy at work and was working long hours so I had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to having a break. I was also feeling very horny. I knew, however, that this particular group of friends didn't really approve of things like cruising and saunas or sex clubs and also had very strong views on monogamy and on safe sex. I had often heard them talking about it and talking very disapprovingly about the amount of barebacking going on. I had every intention, however, of getting some time to myself and going in search of some horny bareback sex. On the Saturday night we all went out for a meal and later on that night I went off to a large park I had heard was a good cruising ground. I found it easily and had a wander round. It was a beautiful night but it was very cold and there were not many people around. I tried cruising a young lad who looked to be in his late 20s and was dressed in jeans and a puffer jacket but he didn't seem to be interested. A few older guys were cruising but nothing much was happening. Even though I wasn't getting any action, I enjoyed walking around very much. I passed the young lad a few more times with the same result and just as I was on the point of giving up and going back to my hotel, he passed me again and started cruising me. I assumed he had been looking for someone nearer his own age but had concluded that I would have to do. I didn't care and soon his jeans and pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He had a fair sized cock and I enjoyed sucking it very much. He didn't object when I turned him round and soon my tongue was up his arse. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his arsehole. Again he didn't object so I began to push the head of my cock into his hole. He groaned and, reaching into his pocket, handed me a small packet. I thought it was going to be a condom but it was a small sachet of lube. I lubed him up and pushed my cock slowly right up his arse. Soon he was leaning against a tree, his puffer jacket hitched up and his jeans and pants at his knees as I fucked him bareback. His arse was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I hadn't cum for several days and before too long I was shooting what felt like a massive load right up his arse. I was feeling much more relaxed and chilled now and we all went out for lunch on Sunday and then Ben went with Paul to the airport for his flight home. The other three were going out for the evening and would not be back until late- they had obtained tickets for some high brow concert outside Munich and were really excited about it. Ben and I arranged to go out for something to eat and found a really good Italian restaurant. I was getting to know Ben a bit better now and I really liked him. A few things he said suggested he was actually more relaxed about some things than the others and he sank quite a few pints of beer in the course of the evening. After we had finished our meal it was still quite early and Ben suggested going for a drink in a nearby gay bar. The bar was nice and modern with good music and friendly bar staff and it was just starting to get busy when we got there. When I went downstairs to the toilet, I discovered there was a darkroom down there too. I took a quick piss and then had a look in the darkroom. Quite a few guys were in there - a young blond twink was down on his knees sucking two older guys and a fit looking black guy was being fucked hard in a corner, I watched for a while and then went back upstairs. A little later Ben went to the toilet. He came back a little while later and said "There's a darkroom down there too." I nodded and Ben grinned. The blond twink was now at the bar and after a while he disappeared again. A little later Ben finished his drink and asked me if I fancied checking out the darkroom. The darkroom was a bit busier now - and there was quite a lot of sucking and fucking going on. The blond twink was bent over being fucked and a few other guys were watching and wanking. As we watched they guy fucking the twink thrust hard up his arse a few times and then pulled out. He took off a condom and threw it on the floor. The twink stayed bent over and a dark haired guy stepped up. He pulled the twink's cheeks apart, lined up his cock and pushed right up him bareback. Ben's eyes lit up and he said "Fuck!" as we moved in closer to watch the action. The dark haired guy was fucking the twink hard up against the wall now and Ben said "Fuck....I'd love to...." I said "Go on, if you want to." He looked at me. "I won't tell anyone." I said. Ben hesitated for a moment and then he moved over to the twink. I watched as Ben pulled his jeans and pants down to his knees and began to wank as he watched the twink being fucked. The twink turned round a little and bent forward, taking Ben's cock into his mouth. Ben and the dark haired guy spit roasted the twink for a while and then the dark haired guy thrust hard up his arse a few times and pushed his cock right up him and held it there and I knew he was cumming deep in the twink's arse. When he pulled out the twink turned round and pushed his arse towards Ben. Ben didn't hesitate - he pushed his bare cock right up the twink's arse and began to fuck him. I hadn't expected that at all and I soon had my cock out wanking as I watched Ben fucking the twink bareback. Ben fucked him for a while and after a while I could tell he was getting close. I watched as Ben threw his head back and pushed right up the twink, obviously blowing his load right up him. When Ben pulled out, I took his place. I was really horny from watching Ben and it wasn't long before I added my cum to the loads the twink already had up him. Ben was a bit quiet when we went back up to the bar but then we got talking to a group of German guys and he livened up again. We got talking to two guys in their mid 30s who were a couple who lived in Munich. One of them was tall and quite thin and the other small and chunky. I went to the toilet and when I came back Ben was chatting to them. I had noticed that Ben was flirting with them, and was clearly enjoying being off the leash for the evening. A little later I went to the bar for some more drinks. The bar was busy and it took me a while to get served. I looked over and saw that Ben was now standing closer to them and chunky guy had his hand on Ben's arse. When I got back the two German guys were just finishing their drinks and shortly after that they left. I couldn't see if they had left the bar or if they had gone downstairs, but I suspected the latter. After a short time Ben put his drink down and said casually "I think I might go check out the darkroom again..." I guessed that he was going to join the other two guys and sensed that he probably would be less inhibited if I wasn't there so I said "No problem, I'll see you later," I waited a while and then made my way back down to the darkroom. It didn't take me long to find Ben and as I had thought, he was with the two German guys. Ben and the taller guy were standing with their trousers and pants down and the chunky guy was down sucking on first one cock and then the other as Ben and the taller guy kissed each other. I watched for a while and then the German guy stood up and Ben got down and started sucking the other two. It was all very horny but it soon got even hornier. Ben was now bent over sucking the chunky guy, his fit arse in the air as the taller guy went round behind him. I saw him taking out a small packet and he began to rub some lube into Ben's arse. This was getting interesting... I didn't think there was any way Ben would get fucked without a condom, but he didn't even look round as the tall guy began to push his bare cock against his arsehole. I watched as the guy pushed his cock right up Ben's arse. He gave Ben a moment to get used to his cock and then began to fuck him. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched Ben being fucked bareback. I had never thought that Ben would cheat on his boyfriend - and certainly not that he would do it without a condom. The tall guy was fucking him hard now and I could tell that Ben was loving every minute of it. I watched them fuck for a while and then the guy thrust up Ben's arse a few more times and I knew he was cumming in Ben's arse. The chunky guy pulled out of Ben's mouth and moved round behind him. His cock was much bigger than the tall guy's and I watched and wanked as Ben reached round and pulled his cheeks apart to help the guy get his big bare cock up his arse. The chunky guy fucked Ben hard and fast and I could hear Ben groaning as the chunky guy took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder. It wasn't long before he too shot his load up Ben's unprotected, cheating arse and I shot my load on to the floor of the darkroom I was back upstairs by the time Ben returned from the darkroom looking flushed. I asked him if he had fun and he grinned and nodded He had no idea I knew just how much fun he actually had.......

I have always been mostly a top, but in the last 2-3 years I have started to discovering how good it is also to bottom. And also, I have always been attracted by black boys. One day, looking around in internet for a fuck buddy, I came across this black boy living in Milan. I send him a message, and I got his reply... he wanted to meet! That was good enough for me, so I picked-up my car drove to Milan, (about 60 km from where I live) to meet him. He was originally from Senegal, about 36, which makes him three years older than am I. We talked a little bit, and we drank something, but I want him to show me his assets, so I asked "When did you fuck last time?" "About 20 days ago, and I am quite horny." I had no time to think an answer or do something. As soon as he finished his words, he took my right hand and put it on his jeans and then start to kiss me. I feel something very big behind the pants, but I was concentrating on kissing him. Then we started to disrobe, and finally I was all naked and only his underwear was keeping me away from his cock. Wow! When I looked down, his underwear was almost exploding for the big meat hidden within. It looked as if his cock was trying to break through his shorts, which were soaked with his pre-cum. I slid-down the last barrier, and started to give him the blowjob he deserved. As I pumped his big black monster with my mouth, it seemed (if possible) that it was growing even bigger! Finally, after almost loosing my breath and dislocating my jaw to suck him, I stop and said to him.... "I am sorry, but I am not a good bottom and I have started to take cocks only recently. I do not think I can take it all." He replied that it was not a problem, that I could continue with the blowjob, that for him it was good enough. So I went back at his black dick, that was oozing more and more pre-cum. And then, it happen... I do not know why, but while I was sucking I feel a little drop of piss mixed with his pre-cum. That was my "no return" moment. I lost all my fears, I became a slut and stopped sucking because I knew I wanted his dick in me. Not realizing the decision I had reached, the guy began an apology for the piss, but I didn't give him time to finish his words. I mounted his cock, and began to work it against my hole, rubbing my ass cheeks against his hard meat. Realizing, at this point, that we were 'on the same page', so to speak, he pushed me down on the floor and started to caress my hole with his monster, which still oozed huge drops of pre-cum, and he grunted "Are you ready to feel my black love?" And then he pushed against my hole. The tip of his cock went in, but it was extremely painful. Even so he didn't stop, and he grunted "I have no condoms here honey, and more than that I want to make you pregnant with my seed". His words make me forgot the pain, and his dick was sliding in more and more. The pain was going away, and I started to feel pleasure in his fucking. Unluckily he did not last long, probably because he hadn't had sex for some time. After a few hard thursts, I started to feel my hole becoming hotter and hotter, and at the same moment he collapsed on me. He had cum. Wow! That was a hot fuck !

This weekend I attended the October CumUnion in Indianapolis, one that I will remember as "Bigcockapalooza" because the whole damn weekend long I got fucked by one big cock after another. I'll remember no. 3 particularly, because he speared me with all eight thick inches of it in one single strong thrust. But that fuck was only the third of 20, so there would be plenty to come. The great big cockhead, the long, long nine-inch session, the ram-it-home guy... and all of these before the main event even got underway. But there were plans. I had agreed to hook up with breedingzone member @FelchingPisser and let him have full use of me. In fact, I even gave him the Deed to my body, made out in his name(see below), for the duration of the weekend - I was his to do with as he pleased. And, he pleased. If you haven't had the privilege of being bred by him, he has fearsome endowment, but more importantly, mad skills in using it, and unbelievable stamina. Over the course of four hours, he fucked me five different times, ending with a full breeding. I don't want to exaggerate the experience, and I don't want to gush - but I feel the need to express the remarkable nature of some of what I experienced while servicing him. Our first coupling was more of a get-reacquainted fuck, reminding each other of what we felt like, stretching me to accommodate him, remembering good angles, and so on, just a teaser of things to cum before he went out to sample the other offerings at the bathhouse. I can't relate his thoughts at that point, but I felt a shiver of excitement that I would be responsible for pleasuring him later. I have signs that I post in my room when I go to the bathhouse - they read: "Cunt for your Cock", "Fuck the Slut", and "Go For It - You Don't Have To Ask, That's What He's For". As other men came in and fucked me, I looked up at the first sign (which hangs right over me, with an arrow pointing down) and more than usually, I began to think of myself as a cunt, a pussy, a focal point for men to enjoy themselves. I wanted to be that thing. When FelchingPisser returned, he intended to take me in the sling, but by the time we got to the sling room, someone else had occupied it. So we returned to my room for a second round there. What happened then has never happened to me before - he penetrated me so deeply, so intensely, rode my prostate so precisely, and - well, I don't know whether I forgot to breathe, or held too long on the edge, or exactly what happened, but for an instant I actually blacked out from the intensity (no, I hadn't taken any kind of drugs) and when I came to I was completely disoriented with a massive cock reaming out my ass. In a way, it was the purest fuck I have ever experienced, because the only thing I was sure of was that I was being fucked, and fucked completely. Later, we did end up at the sling, a first for me because no one had ever fucked me in a sling before. Again, unbelievably intense (really, you have to see his erect cock to fully appreciate the effect), especially when he decided to jackhammer my prostate. By the time we took a break, I could barely stand. In hindsight, I realize now that I take the vast majority of the cock I take on my belly - I hadn't realized how sensitive I am to assaults while I'm on my back. In a sling, you can't leverage your hips the way you can on a bed; you're far more vulnerable to a Top's whims. I'm definitely going to have to do more sling-work. I am much obliged to FelchingPisser for the tutorial. The fourth encounter, as I expected, took place in the steam room. He had enjoyed me there the last time we had met at CumUnion, so I was sure he would want me there again because of the likelihood that others would join in. What I hadn't expected what for him to say, "I brought my friend - he's bigger than I am." I barely had time to think Bigger than you? How is that even possib- before a massive, curved anaconda touched my anus and then slithered all the way up, balls deep. There's something about steamroom serial fucking, the way several guys will go at an ass sort of brutally, then all clear out at once, leaving you weak-kneed and hole-gaping, that never fails to leave me feeling like breeding genitalia. A cunt on two legs. When I stumble out of the steamroom shortly after, and I see the eyes watching me shower off, with those odd little smiles, I know that they know. They know what I am. I had a little time to think about what I was as my time at the bathhouse drew short that night. More than 15 men had penetrated my body with their cocks since I arrived for the weekend. More than two dozen men had done to men what men do to women, and most of them had left their semen inside me. I still held all of it. Anyone could insert his finger into my ass and feel the proof that there is no difference whatsoever between my male ass and a woman's cunt. There are men who would never, ever allow themselves to be used that way. Those men will always be able to say that they have never surrendered their masculinity to the pleasure of another male. I can never say that again. There are some men who have no problem maintaining their masculinity even in the face of this, but for me, I can't turn my mind away from the image of my ass taking cock in the most submissive way, not as a man, but as a cunt. The final fucking of the night underscored that fact for me. FelchingPisser and his enormous friend came to my room not long before I was going to have to leave. It was time for them to nut, and they were going to nut in me. A small entourage tagged along behind them, and without wasting any time, they began to breed me. I say "breed" not in a metaphoric sense, but in the actual sense of animal reproductive breeding - their rutting was animal, and so was mine. They penetrated as deeply as physically possible, pushed as hard as possible, thrust as rapidly as possible, to get their cum as far inside my cunt as possible. The sounds of liquids turning into froth seemed extra loud to my ears. They slapped my ass again and again, the watchers, cheered them on, cocks exited and entered in turns, and when it was at last over, the final thing I remember was an exquisite sensation of cum dripping, drop by drop, off the lip of my cunt. @FelchingPisser, Sir, it was a rare honor and privilege to serve you. My experience with you reshapes my state of mind, and will help me better service other Tops. Thank you. My ass is yours always. . *** Now you can read FelchingPisser’s own sizzling account of the same evening on his own blog. Check it out at http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/?m=1***

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

Yesterday it was a nice and hot day here at the beach. I was free from work so Decided to go to the nudebeach a couple of miles from here. It was early so I got one of the better spots in the dunes and started tanning. Half an hour later a younger straight couple came by and landed a couple meters furder from where I was. They couldn't see me half but I could see the spot were the guy was laying very clear. I would say that they where around 19 and both look very hot and sexy. The guy had short dark hair, a swimmersbody and a nice cock between hit leggs. The girl had long blond hair, firm tits and a slim body. Since I am gay she looked nice, but I was hot for him. After an hour I went for a swim and it was not to long after I was in the sea that the couple came and joined me. We started talking and they told me they where from germany. They told me they live at a trailerpark and loved to be naked all day. After our swim they came and lay with me. They asked me stuff about my hometown and why I was there alone. When I told them I have a daddy and that he was on holliday they where interested in my sexlife. I told them some things and I saw the guy getting hard. The girl told me that they dated a lot of couples and that they both are bi-sexual and loved to fool around with the samesex whet they dated couples. After a while her phone rang and she told us she was going for a walk while talking to the phone. When she was out of sight the guy (who introduced himself as Danny) came and sit close to me. He said that he was hard because of my stories and said that I had a nice big dick. He grabbed my dick and started stroking it. I was so horny that I took his dick in my mouth and I started sucking him. His cock tasted like sex and I loved it. After a couple of minutes he came down on my cock and sucked me like a pro. When my cock was rockhard and wet he lay in front of me and lined his hole in frond of my cock. I was surprised, but shoved it in his ass and by my surprise he was wet and open. I started fucking him hard and he whispered in my ear that I needed to be quick. I moaned and told him he had a nice lose and wet hole. Sloppy you mean he said and told me he loved baresex. That brpught me over the edge and I shoot my load deep in his willing hole. When I finished I pulled out and he sucked me clean. He gave me a note and told me to call him an hpur after they wpuld leave. After half an hour Sandy came back and told me they needed to go because she was meeting a friend in an other city and that danny needed to go to the gym. After 15 minutes I got so excited that I packed up my stuff and went home. On the way home I watched the nudes I took from Danny when we finished fucking and my cock was throbbing. Finally home I took a shower, cleaned my ass and put on some porn. When the hour was passed I picked up my phone and called Danny. He picked up the phone in a sec and moaned that he was licking up my sperm and wanted my adress. After 10 minutes he nocked on my door and there he was, tanktop, sweatpants and sneakers. When he came in he took down my sweatpants and started sucking my hard cock. I grabbed his head and fucked his mouth hard and deep. Then I turned around and he licked my ass, damn was I in heaven. We did some dirtytalk and he stoot up and shoved his hard 7 inch in my willing hole. He fucked me hard for a couple of minutes saying he loved fucking gayguys bareback. After speeding up his pace he breeded me deep and I felt his sperm shoot deed inside me. Damn was I in heaven again. We kissed like crazy and I led him to my bedroom. We took some beer and he begged me to fuck him hard all day. My cock was rockhard and he started telling me he loved cheating his girl and even lets his friends seduce his girl and let them fuck her. I grabbed him and rammed my barecock in his wet hole. I fucked him hard, dumped my load and continuing to fuck him. After 3 hours of fucking I dumped my 6th load of the day and collapsed beside him. His hole was dripping my cum and even I had a wt hole with 3 loads in it. He told me it was the hottest man on man sex he had ever had and that he loved all the cum in his ass. He didn't asked my status but only told me he loved the risk. He left after we took a shower and told me he would be back the next day till his holliday ends in about 4 weeks.. I am still rockhard writing this and he just left an hour ago with 2 loads in his ass.. Who knows I write down more stories to come. I hope my daddy will like him when he comes back next sunday..

Amazing...just what I expect from toon!

Way before Aids wasted people they were getting way too skinny by not eating on the days they were planning to go out that night and get fucked... which was EVERY NIGHT

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bareback, sweat, underarms, ffisting, rimming, piss and some scat play. anything goes...you name it . planning on a trip to europe in june 2019 for the abvoe and some pnp

I have long considered myself (correctly or not) to be a power-bottom, or at least, an exclusive bottom who’s always horny. I’m not a bad looking guy, at five foot eight and about a hundred and forty-five pounds. I’m no body builder, but I’m not exactly skinny either (I just wish I had more body hair). I’ve gotten my share of action, bit I never was able to hook up as often as I wanted to because I like to take a real pounding, but the walls of my apartment are paper thin. Unless the other guy had his own place it usually meant getting a motel, and that could get to be expensive after a while. Then, after several years with a local market research firm, and working my way up from interviewer to project manager, I could finally become a home-owner before I was thirty. It was a small place, kind of a fixer-upper, but it had two floors and was in a nice quiet suburb. All the houses in the area were practically identical except for the color. Mine was on the edge of a cul-de-sac and was painted slate gray. And I loved that it had the attached garage so I wouldn’t have to worry about brushing off the mid-western snow or rushing to haul my groceries through the yard in the rain. The previous owner kept the garage meticulously neat and had added built-in cabinets to keep the usual garage clutter out of sight. There was also a weird kind of closet that fit into the space under the stairwell on the other side of the wall inside the house (I said it was small…). It looked as if it was a bathroom at one time, but there was no toilet there now, just some exposed pipes. Since I’m always thinking about sex, I first thought It would be a good place to hide my porn stash and sex-toys on those times that mom stopped for a weekend visit and during the holidays. It would have made a very small bathroom, with barely enough room for a standing shower, but it was more than big enough for my collection of DVD’s and a couple of dildos. But then I got an even better idea. I remembered seeing an ad online from a guy who had built a glory-hole in a side door of his house. Men would text him that they were stopping by, or just ring his side doorbell at certain times of the day, and slip their dicks through the hole. They’d get a quickie blow-job, he’d get his daily protein allowance, and they’d never even see each other. I planned to do him one better. It only took me a quick trip to the hardware store and a long afternoon to make the modifications because the door was hollow and easy to cut. A couple of saw-horses, some thin vinyl upholstery, a few two-by-fours, para-cord, six-inch bolts, and a simple pulley-system later and I was finished. After I tested everything out to make sure it worked, I headed online. I ran an ad for an “insatiable power bottom” entertaining a session for the coming Saturday. I posted a fairly recent nude selfie and said that condoms were optional, but bareback was preferred. Replies with nude photos would get directions and details. I hit “upload” and waited for the replies to come in. Over the next couple of days, there were a half-dozen replies that seemed serious, with nude photos and detailed descriptions of what they wanted to do to me, so I gave them directions to my house, and told them to come through the garage entrance at seven p.m. I had just enough time after work to shower and get everything ready. I didn’t bother to get dressed or even dry off. Then, after making sure that any doors leading into my house were securely locked, I set up a small table in the garage with some condoms, lube, tissues, and a couple of my dildos. And I left a few bottles of water in a cooler nearby. Then I opened the closet door. I had cut a hole in the center of it, just a bit larger than my thirty-four inch waist. Inside the closet, I had rigged up the saw-horses and planks into a short bench with the end protruding a few inches through the hole in the door. I sat on the edge of the bench and reached through the hole for a pair of hook-and-loop wrist restraints that were dangling from two lengths of para-cord on the outside of the closet door. I wrapped them around my ankles and stuck my feet through the hole. Then I pulled it closed and bolted it shut from the inside. Each length of para-cord was threaded through a small hole that I had drilled in the door near each of the top corners, and then through a pulley suspended from the ceiling just inside the doorway. I lay back on the bench and scooted forward until I was near the edge, and the hole in the door was around my waist. Then I pulled each cord and secured them around hooks that I had screwed into the walls at my sides within reach of each hand. Now my legs were held up and spread, and my hole was open and exposed for my “guests” when they arrived. All I had to do was wait. I put my hands behind my head-on the pillow that I had brought from my bedroom-and felt my cock swell as I thought of the guys who had sent me photos. I hadn’t responded to everyone who had sent me a photo because some guys were into stuff I wasn’t like scat and painful stuff, and some guys were too young (I like Daddy-types), but they were still hot. The guys I did respond to were all over forty, but other than that they had little in common aside from describing themselves as “total top” and “insatiable”. That was all I needed. Aside from directions and instructions to just let themselves in through the small garage door, I told them little. I didn’t have to. They’d all seen my photo, and all wanted a piece of me, so I just laid out what was NOT allowed, told them that condoms would be available if they wanted, but that I didn’t care either way, and that they could go as many times as they wanted until nine O’clock. Just as I was thinking about one of the hot black Daddies who responded, I heard a knock on the garage door and my cock jumped. The knob turned with a click, and the door creaked open a bit, and as soon as I heard a baritone voice ask, “Hello?” I knew it was one of the two. I heard the door close, and just a couple of footstep across the floor when he said, “Ni-i-i-c-e!” I grinned and stroked my cock a bit then, because I was sure that he was one of the black guys, but then stopped because I knew I had to be on my back for a few hours and didn’t want to cum too soon. “This is better than I’d hoped for,” he said, and I felt his hand slide up the back of my thigh and down again. It felt a little dry, but not too rough, and I figured he was the younger stud—just forty-two and not too muscly, but at six foot three and with eight and a half un-cut inches he was fucking hot! I heard his belt buckle jangling, and heard him suck his finger before probing my hole with it. I hadn’t fully lubed myself, but I rubbed a little in my rosebud just in case no one else wanted to. I flexed my hole around his finger and clenched it, and I heard him chuckle. “Yeah… I love a nice tight white boy to cum in…” Then I heard him lube his cock and press the head against my hole. I pushed out to open for him and he chuckled again. “Hungry pussy, ain’t ya?” and he started to push in. Like a hot lead pipe he pushed his cock into me, not ramming it in, but not exactly slowly either. He just pushed in steadily and forcefully, his cock muscling my flesh out of its way so that it could get into me until I felt the wiry hairs on his balls scratching my ass. “Damn, that’s a nice pussy,” he grunted, and started to fuck. He thrust away like a machine in a strong steady rhythm. And from the sound of it, he hadn’t even dropped his pants. He was just fucking me through his open fly. That made my cock jump again. I tried not to stroke it, I just spread my pre-cum across the head because I wanted to see how long I could hold out before I came. And I could tell from the way the doorway was creaking that he had found the cabinet handles that I had screwed into it so that my “guests” would have a hand-hold. Then he paused in his fucking for a moment, and when he started again he said, “Yeah, you look hot like that, boy,” and I knew that he had finally seen my note, even though it was posted, for him, closer to chest-height. I had secured my old tablet computer in its book-style cover to the door (after clearing it of all files) next to a note that read, “If you want to have a look, open the cover.” The video app was linked to a small web-cam that I had mounted to the ceiling looking down on me. He had obviously opened the cover and was watching me being fucked. “Hands behind your head, just relaxing and taking this big black cock." I looked up into the camera and smiled. Although I still couldn’t see him, he picked up speed a little and seemed to fuck harder. “How long you been a cum-dump, boy?” he grunted as he thrust, and I heard him breathing heavier. “All my life,” I said with a smile, and I felt his cock twitch. Truth was, I took my first cock at sixteen, but I knew from that moment that I would never top again. “Awww, yeah!” he howled, and I could picture an ear-to-ear grin on the face from his picture. “Damn, if all you white boys don’t love takin Nigga’ cock…” and I felt his cockhead swell inside me. His thrusts got faster and drove deeper. “Always happy to give it up to a horny brotha,” I replied. “Fuck yeah! Take it, bitch!” He slammed his cock in me to the balls and ground his hips against me as I felt his thick black load blasting into me. He grunted and growled and the door shook as he blew volley after volley of jizz into my tight hole. “Whooo!” he howled, and pulled out of me with a pop. “Thanks, boy,” and he slapped my ass. I heard him grab some tissues and clean his cock. “Sure thing man. Just close the cover again before you go." He zipped his fly, and I heard the cover close again. “Lata,” he called, and the door closed again.

Unfortunately I couldn’t follow the posts here, because I had to work a lot, and either couldn’t write any. But my last nights were very busy, because I regularly met with my new fuckbuddy. Last Sunday down we had a kinky threesome I will want to write about it. But most of the nights he was here, sometimes we slept together. He had an enormous appetite (thank’s god) and he fucked me at least twice a night. And what is the most important he hates cum outside. So he still cummed always inside me. Yesterday he bred me twice before asleep. First we didn’t use any lubricant, at the second turn my hole was lubricated by his jism. Morning I got a new load. I felt his loads were leaking out of my hole. Tuesday is a national holiday in Hungary therefore Monday isn’t workday either, so we have a four days long weekend. And he declared he wanted to fuck all the weekend. So I am looking forward for many loads in my hole. He promised me to seek any other guy for thresome or groupsex.

I'm not sure why wanting to take cock and take loads from anyone has to prevent you from having a normal life. I think most of the guys of on here have normal lives in addition to being active barebackers and breeders

Well, damn...your ass/pussy/mancunt was a source of great pleasure. I really enjoyed the unique character of each time/place I defiled you . Here's the latest pic of my meat--the cock that taught you why I"m addicted to sling fucking...

Thanks, I actually meant to give you credit for the idea. I was so excited about what happened that I messed up a little. ? Either way I appreciate everyone's advice.

Last week I met up with this Hung Bahamian who is living here now. We've met up once before, and the first time was a good fuck except the condom he insisted on. He even put it on before I started sucking him. I've been avoiding a repeat for a while, and this last week he started hitting me up again. The size queen in me overrode the cumdump and I agreed to get together with him. One of the problems with getting together is he lives farther away. I picked him up downtown after his class, and brought him to my place. While we had been chatting online/text he had been talking about wanting a romantic relationship, us to sit and talk etc. etc. Well, I can say when we got home, I popped into the bathroom real quick, and by the time I was out he had is pants off and a nice sizeable lump growing. So much for the chat part ? Anyway, we start to kiss, and I'm groping his cock and its already rock hard. When I got to my knees and pulled it out of his underwear, I remembered what I liked about this guy. Beercan thick, uncut, and easily 8" (he advertises 9.5".) In short, it is a GREAT cock for sucking/fucking. I start to open my mouth, and expect that he's gonna stop me to put a condom on, but he lets me suck him raw (thankfully) and I thought maybe we'll have a good time after all. We make our way to the bed and I'm sucking him, he's making out with me and it feels good. He stops making out to ask me if I have unsafe sex and how often. I told him I have had it, and it had been a long while (4 days is a long while right). He comments something about 'not that I'm going to do it.' I figure, baby steps, we got the condom off for oral at least. He gets up and says he's gonna go grab a condom. The last time he had brought condoms, lube etc. with and I figured that was the case again. I hear a clunk and realize he might have gone to 'the box' for a condom. 'The box' is where I keep a few condoms in case of an emergency in that I need fucked more than the cum (never happens). It's decorative, with a hinged lid, and when it closes there are two small sharp pins that have been lined up with holes in the base. I accidentally closed the lid on a bareskin magnum before I went to pick him up, and forgot to discard of it. Anyhow, he comes back with a condom and his own lube, I mean seriously it is a full size tube of ID he must travel with all the time. Doing the math, he brought lube but went to my condom stash, plus him asking me about raw sex, and I figure he might want bare after all. I'm not going to push it though. He opens the condom (at this point I don't know which one he got) and he unrolls it a bit before putting it on pornstar style. I assume the position, he lubes his cock and my ass up and then shoves in. OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M IN COMPLETE PAIN! A few minutes of poppers and he's able to get in and fuck me good. Fucked me good and hard doggie, flipped me to my back to pound my hole, and every position in between. On the second or third time he had me on my back and was pounding me, I could feel his cock pushing against my second ring and it was a little hard to take. We're easily in this position for 10 minutes, and it feels like he's working up to cum. I'm massaging his balls with one hand, tweaking his nipples with my other hand and squeezing a message in morse code with my ass. He's still not cumming. I ask what I can do to make him cum and he says I'm doing it. No cum yet. Finally, one of us says they need a break (forget who) and he pulls out and lies on his back. The condom is still on, and he's stroking his cock. I make out with him, and notice he's pulled the condom back a little. I decide to sit on his cock, and before he's pulled the condom off I do this. He seems to enjoy it and he pounds me a little, I bounce on his cock some and this seems to be a good position to work to that cum goal. I start clenching my sphincter on the upstrokes, thinking maybe I'll get the rubber off him. Apparently, I did. After a couple minutes of raw fucking (wasn't sure at this point) he decides he wants me missionary, on my stomach. He pushes in fucks me a couple more minutes then starts grunting. A silent cummer! After he pulls out, he sticks his fingers deep in my hole, fishing around for the condom. I think it was in my second ring with as deep as he was going, but he finally finds it and pulls it out. When he goes to the washroom, I clean up around the bed and find the condom package. He took the condom that accidentally got pricked, and I must say I'm impressed it didn't break after what it went through! He fucks me again that night, but doesn't cum, and in the morning we fuck again, without condom. Now here's the thing, I haven't figured out if he knew the condom was pricked or not. Given the way he acts and talks, I can see him completely missing that detail, but possible he knew as well and was trying to go raw without admitting it. Will see if we get together again how it goes ?

That's the truth...in the South, vice is nice but incest is best. ??

Thousands. Mostly one-off but I guess a few repeats ?

Part 14 After Justin pulled out it was time for the each member of the group to take a turn at seeding the straight boy’s ass. All the while keeping him extremely high and filling his head with the idea that he would only be sexually satisfied by a cock in his ass. Jason knew he was getting fucked, his brain struggling with the conflict of disgust and the pleasure he was receiving. What he didn’t know was that each load given to him had that extra special ‘gift’. The figured to slowly expose him to the truth that they were not only turning him into a bareback bottom, but a pozzing his straight, neg ass (a double conversion). It was well into Saturday afternoon even they finally let him out of the sling to have a break, get some food in him before continuing his double conversion. Jason could feel humans coming down from the drugs and surprised the group by asking, “Think I can get another one of those slams before I start getting fucked again?” When Justin hard his brother’s request he looked him in the eye and asked, “Is my little bro starting to like getting fucked while high?” Jason couldn’t deny the transformation he was experiencing as he willingly climbed back into the sling, held out his arm and simply said, “Yes, slam me up and fuck me please.” If Jason was asking for a slam, the group figured he should get a double slam, one in each arm. That would send him higher then he’d been to that point. As Jason watched then apply the tourniquet to his right arm he felt the other arm being worked on. With a number of the group watching the administering of the double slam he knew not to question or resist. Both points were inserted almost simultaneously as they counted down “3-2-1” and both points are emptied together into Jason’s veins. The tourniquet on the right arm was removed first. Jason felt the familiar warmth into his chest followed by a strong cough. As his rush began the tourniquet on the left arm was removed. Jason was not prepare for the additional meth. He coughed out hard 4-5 times and could barely focus on anything going on around him as he drooled and attempted to speak. Some around him thought to hear him say “Oh fuck yeah” others thought he said “Oh fuck me”. Either way, Jason was again getting fucked as each and every member there dropped dirty load after dirty load inside Jason’s ass. By this point Jason was definitely enjoying getting fucked as he clearly was moaning in pleasure with every thrust have into him. A little over an hour later he started become more coherent and was clearly heard saying, “Come on, fuck that ass. Give me that cock of yours. I need you to fucking breed me.” David was fucking him at this point and figured now was as good of a time as any to let the formerly straight jock know what he was really getting. Looking down at Jason without breaking his fuck stride David asked, “Does our jock boy like getting fucked? You gonna take dick in your ass from now on? Is Jock boy through with female pussy? You ready to be our bareback bottom cum dump?” David punctuated each question with a hard and deep thrust. Jason would answer after each question, “Yes”. It’s was the last question that caught him a little bit by surprise when David asked, “Are you ready to get pregnant? Ready for my gift? You ready for another dirty load of cum? Ready for my high poz viral load?” Jason knew from the start that every guy who fucked him was fucking him bare. Hell that’s how he fucked the girls from school, of the girls he fucked thought he got her pregnant only for her to have her period a week later. But now he was the one getting fucked raw and hacking guys shoot their cum inside his body. Seeing a slight look of shock on his younger brother face Justin leaned in towards his brother telling him, “That’s right little bro, after we’re done with you this weekend you’re going to be just like the older bro, a cock craving gay bareback, HIV positive bottom. You’ll be laying in bed from now not just thinking about a cock in your ass, but a bare, raw cock that will eventually gives you exactly what you need besides a good fucking. It will give you the cum you truly want.” As much as the thought of being HIV positive upset Jason, he knew deep then that he was having the next sex in his young life. He looked up at David, who was getting close to delivering his toxic load, and said, “FUCK! Give me your dirty load. Get me fucking pregnant.” That was all David needed to hear as he slammed balls deep into Jason and emptied his balls into the new cum dump, bareback bottom.

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

A couple of Saturdays ago I was hanging out with a fuck buddy. Watching porn, jacking and eating his ass..(tasty fucking ass btw) We decided to invite a third who also enjoyed having his ass rimmed and played with. When he got there he stripped down and let us have our way with him...I immediately started in on his pink hole while my buddy sucked his cock. As we sucked his cock and hole and kissed back and forth sharing his juices he told is that he had just come from getting fucked raw and that he had a load deep in his hole. We took turns sucking his dick and tongue fucking his hole. I was going as deep as I could with my tongue trying to find the buried prize. It must have been pushed in far cause I was only getting slight tastes of cum every now and then. I decided to work a nice sized glass dildo in and see what I can find. I got about 4 of the 8 inches in and kept pulling it out for all of us to taste. Still just a slight taste here and there. My buddy put the popper bottle under our guests nose and I started going all in with the glass dildo. We were all getting hot and sweaty sniffing poppers, sucking fingers, tongues and anything else put in our face. I pushed the dildo all the way in and left it...every once in a while tapping it so it would vibrate deep in his hole. My buddy was sucking on his cock while i was tapping the dildo and swapping spit, talking nasty to our new toy. He was worked up moaning and writhing around the bed when I moved down to pay more attention to his ass and work the dildo in and out. Before I could pull it out he pushed and out popped the dildo followed by a big juicy cum load. The nasty pig in me got so turned on I scooped it up and brought it to our mouths and we all licked and spit it into each others mouth. I went down to his hole to tongue any leftovers out of his now loose pink hole. While I had my tongue in his ass I looked up and saw my buddy and him both slobbering over the glass dildo, cleaning off any trace of cum on it. I love to rim a hole and consider myself quite talented at it....but this was the best I had ever had...I can’t wait till the next fuck date with my buddy to see if we can somehow top this...

Last Saturday night at the Fukdto bb sex party at Club120 in Toronto. Luv bubble butts immensely!!

Part 9 When Benji got home his mother asked how his friend was gong. Benji didn’t know until David told him as he stopped him off at his car that they sent a text to his mom telling hey that his friend was not feeling well and his parents were out of town and that he be home Sunday afternoon when his friend’s parents got home. She also thanked him for letting her know and that he was a good friend to take care of someone in that situation. It’s just been Benji and his mom since his father’s death when he was only 5. Probably explains the deep down daddy issue the teen unknowingly has hidden. His mother gave him a lot of freedom never really giving hima curfew as long as she knew where he was. Growing up like most boys he was raised in a heterosexual world. He thought his end all be all was to be with a woman. After what he experienced this past weekend, his entire view had changed. It felt natural to have another guy fuck and breed him. Be couldn’t imagine anything other than doing that he rest of his life. Benji attempted to do (what little) homework he had due Monday at school. He couldn’t get it out of his head the discovery he made about getting fucked. He was so very horny and finally his cock was responding with getting semi-hard. By the time he had finished dinner his dick was so hard he thought it could cut glass. He jerked of and experienced the strongest orgasm he’d ever had in his young life. He actually remained hard after he had finally sir his wad and jerked off again. He was able to cum 2 more times before he finally went soft. As he lay in bed drifting off to sleep his mind wondered to a dark place thinking about all the unprotected sex be had over the weekend. He had to admit to himself that he looked how all the men wanted to fuck him and the joy each one received from being able to cum inside him. Although be knew it wasn’t the brightest idea, he liked how it felt to him when someone’s cock throbbing inside his ass at its delivered a load of creamy cum. He was going to get that feeling again no matter the consequences. He drifted off to sleep and had some strange, vivid dreams. One is his dreams was about Andrew fucking him non-stop. He kept breeding Benji over and over again each time telling the teen that the was giving him a gift he’d never forget. Benji woke from that dream with cum in his shorts. He remembered a lot of the things that were said to him and that he said to the men who fucking and breeding him at the party. He got on his computer and looked up ‘gifting’, ‘knocked up’ and ‘impregnate’ as related to gay sex. He discovered a website called Breeding Zone and what he discovered shocked him, but the more he read it also incredibly turned him on. He started reading done if the stories and discovered that getting ‘knocked up’ or 'gifted' with HIV want the end, but a beginning. He realized that he was free to enjoy fucking the way it was meant to be done by men, raw and uninhibited. He did his best to get through the next few days as best he could. He was jerking off multiple times a day. As he made it through school on Wednesday he knew he was gong to see Arthur that afternoon. Secretly he hoped Arthur would fuck him, but we’re about a job so it might be all business. Once school ended Benji practically ran to his car and headed for Manhole Underground. He pulled up to a nice size club with a big parking lot. There was one car park near the backdoor. Benji parked his car next that single car and found the backdoor unlocked. As he walked through the door he was greeted by a smiling Arthur who gave him a hug and a kiss before telling him, “Make sure the back door is locked. The club during open until 6.” Benji made sure the door was locked. Arthur gave the twink a tour of his club showing him the bar area, the dance floor, the theater where he explained once sex shows were performed and the 6 private rooms where ‘couples' could go to fuck. After the tour Arthur asked if Benji, “What do you think of the place?” Benji admitted, “I don’t have much up compare it to, this is the first gay bar I’ve ever been inside. I think it’s very nice. But how can an 18 year old work at a bar, what would I do here?” Arthur explained, “Although you can’t drink, the state will allow someone 18 years old to work in a bar. While your leaning how to be a server we’ll have you bussing the tables, picking up empty drinks. From now until you graduate you’ll when Friday night 9 pm to Saturday 6 am, Saturday night 9 pm to Sunday 6 am. Of course you get one weekend off a month to attend our group party. The job pays $8 an hour plus tips. Most of the guys who work for new can take Home $200 to $300 I tips a night. There are a few ways you can earn extra money of you’re interested.” Benji was impressed with the potential money me could make working at the bar. The fact that he’d be around a number of hot guys was a bonus. Arthur told Benjis, “Let’s get you uniform.” As the two walked towards the back office to where the uniforms were kept, Athur went on, “A hot looking, young man like yourself will attract a lot of attention from a certain clientele that come to the bar. They would pay money to see you perform a live sex show. You’d be paid 25% of what is collected for that show. That includes what is collected from anyone who is in the theater and the cost paid by the person who requested the show. That potentially could be a $100 to $250.” Benji liked the idea of having sex with others watching and getting paid for the pleasure. He’d already had sex with others watching him, why not get paid for echoing exactly what he enjoyed, getting fucked. Arthur had one last thing to tell him before bent Benji his uniform, “There’s one more way to earn extra money, “You can also get paid by some of the men who got to this club the a private fuck session. Those private session are only done here at the bar in of our private rooms. You could earn another $200 to $500 for one private fuck session.” Arthur had Benji get naked so that he could get the new employee's measurements; waist, inseam, height, weight, etc. He then unlocked a locker, went through the various items stored within it and pulled out 2 of everything; 2 leather jocks, 2 leather vests, 2 pair leather chaps, 2 pair thick, white, athletic socks and a single pair black boots. Benji tried everything on and it for perfectly to the point it showed off his ass that Arthur commented, “Those look so damn good on your body you look very fuckable. You’re going to be very popular around here with a lot of our regulars. I wouldn’t bee surprised to see you have good money in tips, live shows and in private. Arthur then pulled a pipe and a small baggie of Tina. He loaded the pipe and lit the torch that was starting to heat the bowl. Benji watched in anticipation of getting high again. After Arthur took a big hit he handed the pipe to Benji. Arthur got on his knees behind his newest employee and began up eat his perfectly framed ass as Benji was heating the bowl. The teen’s ass opened up easily allowing Arthur to blow the smoke from the hit he had taken into Benji’s ass as he took a deep hit he his own. The combination of the smoke in his ass and lungs doubled the effect as Arthur proceeded to rim the twink. Between his moans of approval, Benji continued to hit the pipe before Arthur asked for it so he take a few hits of his own. After he had taken several in a row, he handed the pipe back to Benji suggesting, “Let’s move this onto the theater stage where I can show you the equipment.” Once in the stage Arthur practically attacked the more high and horny teen. A naked Arthur helped the teen into the sling on stage and rammed his cock deep inside Benji in one swift move. Once he had impaled the twink, he helped guide his feet into the stirrups as he derived a solid asspounding. Benji was finally getting the fucking be needed. He knew he was going to like working at the bar, he figured the best perk were going to be the drugs and fucking. And at the rate Arthur was now fucking him, he figured his ass was about to be filled.

2. Seth "I want to fall asleep with my dick in your hole," Jon said. I had felt each drop of his sperm shoot into my hole and I thought I had completely drained him. But his dick was still hard and very much lodged deep in my hole. It was a queer feeling, to be so comforted by another man so completely dominating me. I wondered if this was how girls felt, when a man was inside of them. "Me too," I said. "I like your arms around me." "Me too. Feel your body against me," Jon said. "Feel so relaxed. So safe here," I said. I could feel Jon's breaths slowing down, as he recovered from his orgasm. I pressed up against him, his cock still semi-hard in my hole, the last bits of his semen dripping into my body. "And you. You're inside me." Across from me, Cal and JP were cuddled up as well. Cal smiled at me before he rolled over to face JP. The two started whispering to each other. Despite them being only a few feet away, I couldn't hear what they were saying. It didn't matter. Jon was whispering into my ear. "You ok? With falling asleep like this?" "Yeah," I said. Jon relaxed and his body pressed up against me. In my gut, there was a pleasant warmth radiating out. It was the cum that these men had so carefully injected into me, and I treasured the sensation. However, just as I was about to fall asleep, the warmth disappeared, like it was blown out by a sudden gust of wind. It startled me, and I must have jerked my body. "Stay here boy," Jon whispered in my ear. "Stay on me, and just enjoy it. Enjoy my dick inside of you and the feeling of connection." He pulled me a bit closer. His arms, wrapped around me, were firm and muscular and it was easy to lose myself in the feeling of comfort and happiness. I closed my eyes again. Jon's dick was still hard inside of me and it was what I focused on as I fell asleep. "You think you need it?" JP said to me. I was in a bright room, somewhere in their apartment. I was naked and immediately realized that my cock was stubbornly, embarrassingly soft. I tried to look around, but I was trapped in my body, unable to move. I was dreaming, although it was still unclear if it was a dream or a nightmare. "Do you boy?" he asked again. Before I even realized what I was doing, my mouth said "Yes." I wanted the ability to control the dream, but my brain was not allowing me to. I had to let it play out. I had to find out what was at the end. "Not that it matters," JP said. I was scared, but also excited. I wanted to play with my dick, but when I tried to reach for it, I discovered I was bent over a bench, my hands handcuffed to eye hooks bolted into the thick wood. I knew it was a dream, but it felt so real. Even the unsteady timeline and complex causality seemed plausible, explained away by the very lacunae in my brain that no doubt caused them. A new man appeared in front of me. "This is Michael," a voice in my ear whispered. I tried to turn, but found it strangely difficult to move my head. "He's a friend of ours. And wants to try out your ass." "Of course," I managed to mumble. The scene tilted in ways that in the real world, gravity made difficult. But then it was back to normal, only with Michael's cock buried deep in my ass. It felt like I had tried to resist, but it had been futile. "How does that full-blown AIDS cock feel in your ass?" the unknown voice asked. All I could focus on was the hard dick sliding in and out of my hole. I knew it was Michael. He was fucking me raw, but it felt good that a man was pleasuring himself using my body. I knew that the strange man had just told me something, something that was crucially important for me to remember. Something that I absolutely needed to remember, but in the dense fog of a dream, I completely forgotten what it was. "Feel good?" the unknown voice asked me. All that really mattered was how good Michael's cock felt in me. "Fucking amazing," I said. It didn't matter what he had told me earlier. All that mattered was how it felt to have a man's cock in my hole. How it felt to have Michael's thick shaft in my hole. "Goddamn hard cock in my hole." There was something I was supposed to be scared about, something about the beautiful, masculine cock filling me up. But I lost it as soon as I tried to remember. It wasn't important. The only important thing was the raw cock pounding my hole. In the uncanny tilts and shifts of dreams, the geography of my body morphed. I was no longer tied down to the bench; I was on my back in the bed. The sun was setting, painting the bedroom in golden red tones. Michael was on top of me and his cock was still buried in my ass. The setting could have been romantic. "Fucking take my cock, bitch boy," Michael grunted. His cock slammed into my ass. I expected the familiar, comfortable feeling of a man's cock. But instead, it was a blinding explosion of pain. I yelped from the hurt. "Just take it faggot," Michael whispered in my ear, as he held me in place, prolonging my agony. "You'll be better for it. Not just a worthless faggot." "A better faggot," I replied, still struggling to understand why this was so agonizing. When Jon had been in me, it had felt so good. When Cal had bred me, it had been complete bliss. When JP had filled me with his seed, I had thought I had been in heaven. But Michael was torture. Even his pre-cum burnt. "No. Just a faggot. Not a better faggot," Michael said. He slammed his cock into me again, and I winced. "Take it, faggot. You were just begging me for my infected dick." "I want to be a better faggot." I heard the words. They were in my voice. But I couldn't believe that I had said it. All I wanted was for the torment to end. "You know how to do it, faggot," Michael said. "So easy." He had told me something. So easy to do, and I wanted it so badly. But it had also been utterly terrifying. It was something I had nightmares about for years; only now it was part of my most important dreams. "Cum in me," I said. It was what I wanted. The warm semen would lubricate my dry hole. It would help soothe the burning. I turned to JP, who suddenly had been next to me the entire time. He was staring at me, staring at me getting fucked, and was stroking his cock. "Do it boy," He said. "Do what he wants you to do. Do it for me." I looked back at Michael. "Please," I said. Michael's eyes glinted and he smiled. For a brief, perfect moment, I thought nothing was going to happen, and I would be spared any more pain. But then Michael slammed into me, and the bright, burning pillar of pain erupted into my hole. "Uggh," I grunted, as I jolted awake. I tried to remember the dream, before it flew away on diaphanous wings. I was getting fucked. The man was suggesting that I get infected with HIV. Someone else said it would be good, and that made me feel safe. Safe, despite the monstrosity of the suggestion. As I thought about it, my stomach clenched even while my dick throbbed. I reached down, and there was a drop of pre-cum. "You ok?" a voice asked. A soft beard rubbed against my neck, and warm lips nibbled on my ear. I was still in Jon's arms. His cock was still in me. "Yeah," I said, happy to have a familiar warmth next to me. I may have only met him in person a few hours earlier, but we had talked so much, I feel like we had been friends much longer. "Bad dream." "Oh?" Jon asked. An arm drifted down to my groin. He wrapped his hand around my cock, engulfing my own hand already there. "Doesn't seem all that bad to me." "Scary?" I offered. "And sexual." One hand was already resting on my hard cock. "Definitely sexual," Jon said. He reached between us, and found his own cock. "Here," Jon said. "Come here. Tell me about it." He gently pulled his dick out of my hole. It was still hard, even though we had been sleeping at least a few hours. "Still hard?" I murmured. "Yeah," he said. "But it needs a rest." He gently rolled me over so that I was facing him. Behind me, Cal's hand reached out, and rested on my butt. The two men were protecting me, making sure that I was never out of their reach, and could always avail myself of their personal space and the safety that came with it. "Now, tell me what you want about your dream." He kissed my forehead. His beard was a little scratchy, but it felt good against me. "Someone was fucking me. Fucking me hard. And." I paused for a second. I knew that Jon was HIV-positive. But he also bragged about how healthy he was. We had talked about it, but with him being undetectable and I was going to be on PrEP, it didn't matter much. "And," Jon asked me. One arm was wrapped around my back, holding me close to him. The other hand had found Cal's arm, and was guiding it towards my asshole. "I knew about him. Like he had AIDS." "Was he fucking you raw?" Between us, my cock was pressing hard against Jon's stomach. "Yeah," I said. Jon's cock was also pressing hard against my stomach. It seemed perverse, even downright evil to be getting an erection talking about this. But there was no mistaking that we were both hard. "How did you feel? When he was fucking you raw?" Jon asked. "A bit scared." "But you know, PrEP protects you even then." "Yeah," I said. "But, maybe, maybe sometimes I forget a dose." "Did you forget a dose in the dream?" Cal's hand had rested on my ass cheek; it was clear he had fallen back asleep. But Jon's finger had found my hole, and were gently tracing out the edges. It was still wet from sweat and spit and semen, and each stroke of Jon's finger sent chills down my spine. "I can't remember," I moaned. My cock was throbbing from the memories. "Did he cum in you?" "I don't know. It's...it's all slipping away." True to their reputation, the dream had slipped away; the details forgotten and only the purest emotions remained. "Do you want him to cum in you?" "No," I answered quickly. But then I thought about it. How hard his cock was. How it had felt sliding into me. How strong I was. As Jon said, the drugs I had taken would protect me from the dangers. "Yes," I countered. "Maybe," I continued, then gave up. "I don't know." "Yeah? You don't know?" "Well. In the dream. If he came in me," I began. I trailed off. Jon pulled me a little closer, and pressed the tip of his finger into me. I could trust him with anything. "If he came in me, good things would happen." Jon pushed his finger further up my asshole. "Really good things." "Better than the minor risks?" Jon asked me. "I wish I knew what they were. The good things. But yes. The good things were worth it." I found Jon's lips and gave him a long kiss. I was glad I had the dream with him. There was no one else in my life that could have understood it like him. And for you? Have the good outweighed the bad?" "For what?" "For being you know," I stumbled. "You know. Poz and all." He took a second before he answered and considered it carefully. "Yeah," he finally said. "If only for Jean-Paul. And Cal. They are worth everything. And more." Even in the darkness, I could feel him raise his head and look at the two men sleeping peacefully behind me. Instinctively, he knew where his men were. "We never had to be afraid. Never afraid that our love would end up hurting each other." "Oh," I said. I wasn't sure what else to say. I hadn't expected something quite so personal. "It's easier now. We were all undetectable the last time we were tested. You're on PrEP. Bareback fucking isn't a death sentence. Not like the way it was." I leaned in and kissed him. He was right. It no longer mattered that he was poz and I was not. We were both on drugs that would protect us. We didn't have to worry about anything, whether as simple as a kiss, or as complex as raw sex. "Yeah," I said. He pulled his finger out of my hole but kept on massaging it. I lay still for a few minutes and enjoyed the firmness of his cock against my stomach. "How long has it been?" I finally asked, breaking the late-night stillness. "Being poz?" he whispered back to me. "Yeah." "Gotta think. Over 15 years. At least. Yeah. 17, I think." "Do you know how? How you got it?" "Old fashioned way," he said. "Got fucked raw." "Did you know?" "I'm not sure I cared. It was a, well, a." He paused for a moment; I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or just searching for the perfect phrase. "A sleazy time of my life," he finally said. "And I got what I expected from it." "But," I asked. I felt like there was more to it than he had said. "No. No regrets." He pressed his finger back into my hole. I grunted in pleasure. "But no need for those worries now. We can be safe and raw at the same time." "Yeah," I said. I reached down and felt his cock between us. It was fat and hard, heavy and engorged. Right at the tip was a bead of pre-cum. I ran my finger through it. "Pre-cum," I whispered. "Poz pre-cum." "Yeah, boy. Feel my cock. You know what I'm thinking?" "Tell me," I said. "Getting back inside you. Feeling you so close to me. Feeling you so open to me. Sharing everything with you." The words were intense. As plain as they were, in the context of our discussion, they carried so much more meaning and intensity. They were dirty and even a bit nasty. "You want that?" he asked me. His finger was pressing against my asshole, daring me to answer anything other than the truth. "Yeah," I said. I still hadn't fully waken up yet, and my answer was directly from my body, not my brain. But my brain didn't mind; it was still remembering the intense sexual feelings from my dream. "Good," Jon said. He rolled me on to my stomach and dove behind me. "Really good," he said, as his tongue pressed up against my hole. "Fuck," he grunted as his tongue pressed into my hole. "I can taste my cum up there. And JP's." He swirled his tongue around a little, then paused. "And Cal's sperm." "Please, Jon," I mumbled semi-coherently into the pillow. Jon's tongue had put me over the edge. I wanted his dick back in me. "Give me a minute. And I'll give you my dick," Jon said, before diving back into my hole. He pressed his tongue back into me, pushing a wad of spit up there. "Mmmmm," I moaned, as he probed my hole with his tongue. As pleasurable as his fingers and tongue were, they were nothing compared to how his dick would feel, and I could barely tolerate any delay before Jon forced his dick back into me. Nevertheless, I forced myself to relax. I closed my eyes and focused on his tongue tracing out the edges of my hole. It wasn't the same as getting fucked but even so, it still felt amazing. It was calming, gentle, and slow. It would be long and easy, no urgency for either of us to get relief. It was a chance for both of us to learn more about the other, and I was glad that I was doing this with Jon. I knew there would be time later for me to explore this with JP and Cal. "That feels really good," I muttered. I wasn't quite falling asleep, but it was hard to stay awake. I had always known that the crossing between wakefulness and sleep was not always a straight line, but only then did I realize how many of the paths would detour into sex. It pushed me deeper into my trance-like state of sexual arousal. My dick was throbbing, but slowly, at the exact same pace as Jon's tongue was circling my hole. "Really good," I muttered again. "I know," Jon said. "For me too." His tongue returned to my hole. We continued for what might have been just seconds, but could have also been hours. I sort of lost track, as my mind drifted off, trying to remember my dreams and contemplating what Jon and I had discussed. What if I did forget a dose? Especially so early in my treatment? It was a dangerous, dark thought, and I tried to put it out of my head. "Will remember in the morning," I mumbled and repeated. "Remember in the morning," It was so faint I wasn't even sure if I heard it, or just felt the subtle changes in my breath. It quickly fell in rhythm with Jon's rim job. "Fuuuuck," Jon said, gently detaching his lips from my asshole. It had been a long, perfect kiss, and I knew he was ready for more. "I want to get inside you." "Do it, Jon," I muttered. This time I knew it was loud enough for Jon to hear because he climbed up between my legs and rested his cock on my wet crack. "Please." "Fuck, you are wet and ready," Jon whispered as he pressed into me. My hole put up the slightest resistance before opening up and welcoming his shaft into me. "So fucking hot," Jon continued. He had lowered himself on top of me and was resting on his arms. I could just barely feel his chest hair against my back. "Cum in me," I said. I had just asked an HIV-positive man to cum in me and my dick throbbed at the thought. "Please, Jon. Give me your load." Saying it so clearly was a revelation. I wanted to feel Jon so completely, and I wondered if his cum would feel different if he wasn't poz. Or if it would feel different if I wasn't taking PrEP. I could always forget a dose. It would be easy. But it would be so risky and dangerous. Yet it was a gift I could give these men. In repayment for the world they had opened up for me. "Fucking hot boy hole," Jon whispered into my ear. "Gonna breed you good," he continued. "Please, Jon," I grunted. My hole was hungry for hard cock and hot seed. There was little I would not do in order to get fucked and bred by Jon. The very least I was going to do was milk his shaft until he shot me full of his very special seed. My imagination had already started to spin out fantasies about far more intense activities that I would be utterly willing to do with Jon. "Of course, my boy," Jon said. He lowered himself on top of me, using his weight to push his dick deeper into me. It felt right for another man to be inside me, his raw cock scraping against my guts and dripping his pre-cum into me. In high school, I had been terrified of being gay. But now, in college, it was almost cool to be fucking another guy. However, this was different. It wasn't just about trends. It was about something permanent and eternal. It was about the ways two men could show their affection for one another. Not to mention showing off our erections. "I'm going to enjoy this fuck." With that, he relaxed on top of me. He was warm and heavy on top of me, enveloping and comforting me. I felt safe in his arms, and closed my eyes. I focused on the slow yet relentless thrusts of Jon's cock into my hole. I must have finally reached a point of cum-satiety that I although I wanted Jon to cum, I didn't need him to cum right that second. I could focus on the individual sensations of the fuck. The overall effect of Jon's fucking was calming. I found myself in a near-trance: not quite awake, not quite asleep, but entirely happy. Jon's arms were wrapped around me, his raw cock was deep inside me. He was dripping pre-cum into me, but I wasn't afraid. I was on drugs to protect me. He was on drugs that also protected me. The two of us were doing everything that we needed in order to defend ourselves. Together, we were safe. Nothing could hurt us. "I'm dripping inside of you, boy," Jon whispered in my ear. His voice was soft and gentle. "Dripping my poz cum inside of you." It didn't matter. The virus was defenseless against the chemical weapons we had deployed against it. Instead, it was just a matter of two men sharing the closeness that only bareback fucking could provide. "Give it to me," I murmured. It was late and I was sleepy from all the fucking over the course of the evening. It was a pleasant sleepiness, and I was sensitized to every breath and every heartbeat from Jon. I could even feel his dick throb in slow waves as more of his pre-cum dripped into me. "Give me your dick." "Give you my raw dick." "Drip your pre-cum into me," I mumbled. Something about how normal this all felt was affecting me. Although it was wonderfully normal and unremarkable, I was still in awe that Jon and JP, Cal and I had been so relaxed about sex. It was something fun, something we could share and enjoy. "I'm gonna fill you with my poz pre-cum," Jon continued. He whispered it in my ear, then gently sucked and nibbled on my ear lobe. It sent chills through my body. "Give me your pre-cum," I said. "And fill me with your jizz." "My poz jizz," Jon said. I had read stories about guys getting pozzed up. There was always a scene where the poz top would remind the bottom of the virus he carried. It had been so hot, but yet so dangerous. A quick fuck, a forgotten load, and my life would have been forever changed. But it didn't matter tonight. My body was protected and immune. "Fill me up. And fall asleep inside of me." "Of course, my boy," Jon said. He gave me a peck on the cheek, then rolled me over onto my side. He was lying behind me, spooned up with me, and his dick deep inside me. "Sleep," he said, as he wrapped a thick arm around me, pulling me in tight.

I’m a sucker for shaved heads, long beards, and tats.

It was the other way around for me. Went to visit grandparents and had to share a room with my uncle, dads youngest brother. I was 12, and he was 5 years older than me. Hot summer night and no a/c, window and curtains open for air circulation. He was snoring, and the moonlight lit his bed and I got curious. I lifted the sheet, and then the leg opening of his boxers. That was my first sight of an uncut cock. I got real close to get a better look. Suddenly, he quietly said "What are you doing"? I about jumped out of my skin. When my heart rate finally returned to normal, we talked, and he explained it was normal to be curious, then he said we should get to sleep. The next night I went to bed before him, this time I was naked under my sheet. Sometime later, uncle got in his bed. I pretended I was sleeping but peeked with one eye and saw he had his boxers on. After he fell asleep, I got out of my bed, and kneeling naked next to his bed, I again lifted the sheet, and slipped my hand in the leg of his boxers and wrapped my hand around his cock. It started to grow, then he woke up, pulled my hand away and said this had to stop and get in my bed and cover myself up. He sat on the side of his bed and was telling me that what I was doing was wrong, but his cock was now hard and sticking out of the fly of his boxers. I pulled the sheet off and sat facing him on the side of my bed and started playing with my cock. Again, he told me that this needs to stop, but I didn't. He got up and came at me like maybe he was going to hit me. Standing, the full length of his cock was now hanging out of the fly. He bent down and pulled my hands away from my cock and growled "What the hell is wrong with you"? I reached out and grasped his cock and he stood bolt upright like he was hit by lightening. But he did't pull away, he stood there and let me start to jack his cock. I was amazed at the foreskin and how wet and shiny the head was. I pulled the boxers down, and he stepped out of them, then he took my hand, had me stand and he pulled my close and hugged me. We only touched each other that night. The next morning while feeding the chickens, he stressed that we would never do anything like that again and to never talk of it. By the end of that summer on the farm, uncle and I were sucking each other off every night.

my bf's armpits and asshole after a day out in the sun gardening or whatever. Total sensory overload after he's fucked me (So i've got hot POZ UD cum in my ass) while hes jacking me with one hand and my face buried in his hairy, sweaty underarm and explode in an amazing orgasm. Must be the phermones in his sweat that turns me on so much.

I actually was. my old man was involved with NAMBLA and I was daddy's cumdump for years along with a couple uncles and my God father- and some other neighborhood dudes. mostly Marine buddies my dad drank with. When He died, My mom sent me to a boarding schools which was 90/10 boys. being on the small side I was the cumdump for the older Boys and a few staff members got my first taste of Pain Piss and farm sex there too. And.. i was and alter boy so I was taking Raw catholic priest cock till i hit puberty. -early. - then it was my turn to fuck. here it is 30 -odd year later, i'm not even 40 and i'm a fucking pig. and i'm hard thinking about it. I was scared and really fucked up back then but OINK.. I sure do miss the old days. -especially when I was a teenager and could just grab an man's crotch and get him to feed me.

I winked my hole and enjoyed the squishing of his cum when I heard him talking to someone outside. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I recognized his voice. Then the door opened and someone else stepped in. He didn’t say anything, but I heard his boots step up to my door, and then silence. He must have been reading the note. Then I heard his zipper open, and he said, “I already seen you kid, now I just want your hole.” I imagined he was one of the white guys—a Daddy, from the sound of his voice. I heard him spit on his cock, and as he shoved it in, I was kind of glad that he didn’t want to use a rubber. “Enjoy it, Daddy,” I said, and I think I felt his cock twitch a little when I called him “Daddy.” He grabbed my ankles and started to fuck. “Yeah…good that you know what you’re for, boy. Nice tight, slick boy-hole. That last guy lubed you up good for me.” It was clear he was a talker. Fine with me. “Yes he did. He left a big load in me for everyone else to use.” His cock twitched again. “You spread for Nigga cock a lot, boy?” As he asked me that, I heard the garage door open, and more footsteps. “This must be the place,” said a second voice. “Nice setup he’s got here.” My top was too focused to do more than glance at the new guy, if he even did that. “I’ll spread for anyone who needs a hole to cum in,” I replied, loud enough for the new guy to hear too. That time I was sure I felt his cock twitch. And my own cock was leaking a puddle of pre-cum on my belly. I scooped some up and started to jack myself. I started to flex my hole every few thrusts and heard him grunt each time I did. “Damn, boy! Got a four-day load I need to blow. You keep that up and you’re gonna get it soon…” His breathing was getting ragged and I could feel that he was sweating when his balls slapped against my ass. “That’s what I’m for, Daddy,” I replied. “I want to make sure you enjoy using me.” That pushed him over the edge. He slammed in to me balls-deep, and gripped my ankles so tightly that he was stopping the circulation. I actually felt his balls pull up when he blew because the hairs scraped against my ass. I could tell he was trembling from the force of the first few blasts, and from the sound of it he was grunting through tightly gritted teeth. And when his cock stopped pulsing, he huffed once and pulled out, and I heard him reach over for some tissues to wipe off his cock. Then he zipped up, and I heard him rustling the condom packets that I had separated and left on a silver (plastic and foil) tray. “I’m taking all your rubbers and throwing ‘em out, boy,” he said. “Nobody should have to use ‘em with you, and you know you don’t want ‘em to anyway.” “He’s all yours,” he said to the new guy, then slapped him on the shoulder and left. The next guy had stepped up to my hole before the garage door had even closed. His cock felt only semi-hard, and might not have slipped in as easily as it did if I hadn’t been so slick with cum. “Glad the line was short,” he said. “I gotta take a wicked piss.” By the time it registered with me what he’d said, I was already feeling his hot urine stream filling me. I was a bit in shock, and didn’t say anything. Neither did he, except to sigh loudly and moan, “Y-e-e-e-a-a-h-h…” Then I knew that he must be the guy I’d argued with online. Not really argue, but we had a lengthy discussion about what I was into and what was allowed and not allowed. Piss was never mentioned on either list. When he was finished, he just pulled out and left without another word, leaving me to decide how I felt about piss-play. My cock seemed to like it, at least, because it had started to swell the moment I felt his piss in me, and was harder than it had been all night. He’d heard my conversation with the last guy about “using me” and knowing “what I’m for”. So he used me. Maybe he didn’t use me for sex, or to cum in, but he used me. He needed to piss, and I was just a hole, so he used me.

I don't watch a lot of porn, but damn these photos remind me of what a bunch of hot dudes are out there. Thanks for sharing.

Part 4: Paying for My Decisions Maybe this will be a warning for some of you. It's taken me a couple of days to put into words what happened, because it's so crazy! So, you probably guessed that Sean came over. And yeah, he found me face-down, ass-up on my bed. It was just a few seconds (or maybe microseconds?) after I heard the door creak over. I felt that dreaded by desired thick cock probe my hole. And then a quick and unexpected jab. Oh fuck! I screamed in surprise. I didn't expect it so hard and quick. Then, he just held it in place. Despite only spending a short time with him the first time, he knew what I liked. That hot wet tongue went straight to my ear. The pain of the jab was replaced with the hot slurping sounds of his tongue in my ear. And, it was almost a reflex, when I yelped, "I wanna get aids!" Sean went to work on my ass. Oh my god, what an onslaught! What the hell was I thinking? After a minute or so of relentless pounding, he told me to thank him for getting aids. Okay, I would have said anything then because the pleasure was beyond describable. But, I was kinda surprised how much more turned on I got when I answered , "Thank you for A ---" ... ah fuck, he pounded me harder, "A --" .. I couldn't quite get it all out because of the rampage his massive cock was having on my hole. I finally made it out, and sounded like I was hiccuping as I replied "Thank you for AIDS!" He paused for a moment and demanded, "Say it again!" I couldn't help but to reply "Thank you for AIDS!" I was rewarded with another furious dicking. And then he stopped again. "How much do you want it?" he asked me. I didn't hesitate and didn't want him to pause any longer "I want it so fucking bad!" I nearly cried. "How much?" Sean said again, not seeming satisfied with the answer. I didn't know what he wanted to say. He clarified, "How much cash do you have right now?" Uggh . why was he pausing? He must have know how much I needed it. "LIke forty dollars, I think." I managed to guess. "Good, you're gonna give that to me," Sean insisted as he put his cock back into me. "Yes!" was my only answer. Sean was growing quite satisfied and I was more than excited as he pumped his cock deep into me. "You're such a whore, you are paying for aids," Sean said triumphantly. "Yes!" I was trying not to squeal in pleasure, "I'm paying you for aids!" I was in disbelief at what I was saying, but strangely turned on. Sean knew I would say or do anything for his dick. I was completely under his control now and he knew it. And I didn't care. His strokes were now quicker and stronger, He felt impossibly deep inside me; and I could tell from his breathing he was close to coming. "Ready for more aids cum?" Sean asked. There was only one clear answer, " Fuck yes! I wanna get aids!" Within a few seconds, he pounded me nearly into unconsciousness. I felt the erupting. I knew I was getting more aids cum and my dick turned into a faucet as I felt him fill unload deep inside me. Whether it was because of shock or pure exhaustion, I passed out. When I finally awoke a few hours later, I looked to my nightstand and saw my wallet opened and turned upside down. I grabbed it and looked it. Shit, I really paid for it.

We decided to take a mini-break and drank a couple glasses of water. We figured it would take our new buddy longer than anticipated to return - but maybe not because he was pretty enthusiastic to get back to sweaty, man sex. The hunger for the pipe would probably accelerate his timing, too. I mixed up some G cocktails and raised my arm to sniff my armpit. My own manscent was ripening and it turned me on. Scott and I made out and fucked and started to enjoy that warm, sweaty feeling of the G high taking off. We loaded another fat bowl and hit the pipe back and forth for a few minutes. Scott was starting to really feel good and backed his muscled ass onto my rock hard cock and started fucking himself on my dick. There's something really hot about a muscle power bottom that just takes cock when he wants/needs it. His sloppy hole was so warm and he kept squeezing the fuck out of my dick. I could tell I was leaking pre-cum because it felt so good. I shifted slightly to rearrange positions and began to feel the slightest urge to piss. I closed my eyes to concentrate and Scott knew exactly what he was about to get. He stayed really still and just whimpered a little and said "fill me up - give me your tina piss." After about 20 seconds, I could feel the piss flowing through my body and into Scott's. We both growled and I just kept pissing. Within seconds, Scott began wiggling his hole clearly getting one hell of a booty bump. He carefully rolled over on his back and we made eye contact. His pupils were enormous and I stuck my tongue down his throat with my softening cock still in his hole. My sweaty body draped over his and I gently collapsed on top of him. The musty smell of sweat, cum and piss surrounded us. I spit on his chest and right into his mouth which he loved. After a few minutes of deep passionate connection it was time for Scott to release my chem piss from his hole. I made him promise not to empty his bladder because I wanted his piss. While Scott was in the bathroom I hit the pipe a few times and decided to take a tina shard and stuck it up my ass. It burned like hell at first but slowly began to turn into a smoldering hunger. I started playing with my own hole like a true fuck pig. I had every intention of breeding our visitor but I knew I also wanted his beer can deep inside my ass. The laptop was nearby so decided to hunt for more cock online. I was fucking flying and we were still logged into BBRT and a4a. Since I was so fucked up I went right to the "Pros" ads because they have some huge cocks - and especially black dick. Some hot fuckers were online and I started unlocking our pics and chatting up a couple of them. One guy was 25, 6' 1" and 220 pounds of chocolate muscle. Packing an 11" cock and advertising $150. We'd never hired a hustler before but had fantasized about it and dirty talked it a time or two. Scott returned and saw the huge black dick on the screen and said - "fuck! i want thatt!" Obviously, both of our holes were hungry and I asked him if he wanted me to arrange it. It didn't take long to find out that he wasn't too far away .... and that he partied and barebacked and loved fucking white hole. We told him we were looking for now and wanted him to bring over that huge black cock....

While Scott was cleaning and licking every inch of that black cock, i knelt down to play with his sloppy hole. It was warm and wet and I stuck two fingers in to play with the cum and to keep his hole hungry - although I knew that wasn't going to be a problem since Nate's load was tina-charged. Nate told us to continue having fun and that he had some errands to run and would check back with us later. I certainly hoped so because I wanted that raw black dick inside me. He left us the with the pipe, the lighter and a baggie of meth. As the door shut, I struck the lighter so Scott could tear open the bag to load the pipe. We were both rock fucking hard and passing the pipe back and forth. VerbaI piggy talk as i fucked his muscle butt....all cummy and sloppy. We hit the pipe again and decided it was time to for a scenery change. We agreed that if we came across some hot fuckers we'd stay at the sex club and drain some cock for a bit. If not, we'd head back to Scott's and play some more and log in to bbrt/a4a/scruff to hunt for bareback dick. There wasn't much of interest in the club, at least not in present view. So, we decided to head out. We're back at Scott's both high as fuck and we had two hot studs back to back with big dicks that wanted to pump bareback (even though the profiles said safe). Scott thinks he had at least 5 loads in by that point so I asked him to sit on my face and let me munch. I sucked that throbbing hole and ate as much nut as I could. When you think about it, it's really fucking hot to eat stranger's loads out of your buddy's muscle ass. I shared the cum remnants on my tongue for him and we kissed deeply when there was another knock on the door. Paolo was a neighbor in Scott's building and we'd all played a couple times. Always safe, unfortunately and never fucked up on tina. He said he saw horny and saw us both online and figured we were together. He was barely in the doorway before we had his pants down. A really sexy fucker with a thick Brazilian accent and a thick Brazilian cock. He was quite horned up so we knew we had a decent chance of getting him to bareback one of us. Scott was performing his usual deep throat magic while I was laying back on the bed staring into his eyes and fingering my fuzzy hole. He kept licking his lips and eventually nudged his way onto the bed and grabbed me by the ankles to line his raw cock up to my hole. He teased the tip and it felt so hot and I knew he wanted to shove it deep and breed my ass. He overthought it, though, and pulled back and hopped to his jeans to get a rubber. Obviously, I was disappointed but I still wanted Paolo's pole. And he clearly wanted my hole. He pounded the shit out of me for three or four minutes before blasting. My God I was so envious of that fucking rubber. As he pulled out, I gently grabbed his cock and the rubber and said I'd take care of it and darted off to the bathroom. Scott escorted our Brazilian stud out and joined me in the bathroom. Of course I saved the rubber with Paolo's huge cum wad. I emptied it onto Scott's tongue and we passionately made out for a few minutes sharing that tasty DNA. We knew it was time to kick it up a notch. And we wanted Nate back - or at least some other huge black cock. Like clockwork, we hear a text alert on Scott's phone. It's Nate and he's dropping a buddy off in the neighborhood and was wondering if we were still 'up'. Scott jokingly said to swing by his place before dropping his buddy off. There was a couple seconds of silence on the other end while Nate was probably pondering .... and finally said, "ok cool, we can drop by for a minute." We scrambled for a minute or two to clean up the condo a bit - you know how it can be in a sketchy state. And before we knew it, another knock on the door.....

met a freaky guy about an hour ago in the rambles. ate his ass, fucked him, dropped a load.....sucked it out