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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...............

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......

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?

I am a whore. I’ve always been a whore. I live for sucking cock and taking then raw up my ass. I live for cock and everything that comes out of cock. I was born for cock. I’ve been this way since I was a teenager. My dad caught me shoving things up my ass and decided he needed another hole to fuck besides Mom. I begged for his cock. Mom caught us fucking and freaked out. She divorced him so it was just the two of us. I didn’t care. I just wanted his cock as much as I could get it.
 
 I loved going to school with his loads inside me. I knew I was a hole. There was nothing I liked better than realizing his cum was dripping out of my hole midway through the morning. I didn’t care if anyone saw the wet spot on the ass of my pants. I wanted them to see it so they would know how much of a cum slut I was. Men realized that I was a cumdump at that point. A couple of times men smelled the cum on me and pulled me into stalls in bathrooms and bred another load into my cunt. In the mall, at school, in the park. But I didn’t care. I always wanted another load in my hole.I knew I could never say no to cock in my pussy. The only words I knew were “harder” and “breed me.” Dad loved it when I would come home with more cum in my hole than I’d left the house with.
 
 One day I came home from the mall with two extra loads in my pussy that weren’t there when I left (horny, fat dicked DILFs taking a break from their wives by breeding me in the bathroom) and Daddy showed me the profiles he had created on Scruff and Grindr for me. He told me that he was arranging for new men to use my pussy. I think he really got off on whoring out his own son, and I certainly wasn’t going to argue. More cock meant more cum in my cumdump. It just showed how much Daddy loved me and knew what I wanted. Daddy loaded the apps onto my phone so I could respond directly to the men who wanted to breed me.
 
 The handle was DaddysCumdumpWhore. He sure knew just how to describe me. 
 
 I was standing there naked in my room and saw his fat cock in his shorts. I leaned down and unbuttoned them and the cock that made me sprang and slapped me on the face. “You always want my cock in your pussy son?,” he leered at me, knowing I couldn’t say no. “First, better lick up the stranger cum that’s leaking out all over the floor. Don’t make a mess, you fucking whore.” I leaned down and, sure enough, drops of precious cum were leaking out of my ass. I licked them up off the tile, and immediately hopped on the bed and stuck my ass in the air. “Please Daddy?”
 
 Daddy leaned down and I could feel his beard on my cunt. He started licking my cummy hole and making me moan and push my ass back onto his sexy, bearded face. 
 
 “How many loads did you get at the mall, baby boy?” 
 
 “Just two daddy, one of them was really hairy, and had a really fat cock. I thought we were going to get caught, I was moaning so loud and begging him for his cum. Lucky that one bathroom where you fucked me the first time has a lock and only one toilet.”
 
 “I taught you well how to be a slut, son. Fuck baby, it tastes like he shot a two week load of sperm inside you.”
 
 Daddy leaned up and kissed me, giving me a nice thick load of sperm that, moments before had been inside my well bred cumdumpster. This was what I lived for. Daddy spit some of the cum out onto his hand and rubbed it over the head of his fat uncut dick and shoved it all the way inside me with one push. I moaned loudly and said “thank you Daddy! Fuck I love it when you ram it into me hard. Now breed me hard, use those strangers’ cum to lube up my cunt. I always need a hard fuck from you Daddy!”
 
 He was still ramming his dick up my ass when, 15 minutes later, the first guy responded to one of my online profiles,. Daddy stopped fucking me with his cock shoved all the way inside my cunt. I was in love with Daddy’s cock. He grabbed my phone off the bedside table and looked at it. “Fuck yeah, that will do.” He handed me the phone and there was a picture of a sexy boy my age, leering at the camera. He had a buzz cut, and a beard and his chest was really hairy for a 20 year old.
 
 I touched the button for the messages and read his:
 
 “Hey piggy, you look like you would be fun to breed. When can we get together so I can shove my cock up your ass?”
 
 Well. That was direct. Daddy read the message over my shoulder and laughed. “He doesn’t beat around the bush, does he son? Tell him you’re available in 15 minutes when your Dad finishes breeding your cunt.” He tossed the phone on the bed and started to ram my cunt really hard, heading for the finish line, while I begged him for his load. “Please cum in my pussy, Daddy! It needs your cum so badly. Fuck I love you Daddy! I need your load so much!!”
 
 “Fuck I love having such a whore for a son. Here you go piggy,” and with that he rammed his cock all the way inside me, hard, and I could feel his cock throbbing, squirting a huge load of the sperm that made me, up into my cunt.
 
 As soon as my Dad came in my ass, he collapsed on top of me and we spooned for a minute, but then he reminded me that I needed to respond to the hot hairy boy who wanted to breed me. I grabbed my phone and told the guy that my Dad has just freshly fucked a load into my ass and he could be next. All he had to do was send me his address.
 
 “Fuck dude! Your Dad fucked your hole? REALLY? SO fucking hot. Be here in 15 minutes!” He gave me his address. I shoved a buttplug up my ass, pulled on my jock and shorts, gave Daddy a kiss and jumped on my bike to head out.
 
 I got to the apartment building where Dean said he lived, locked up my bike and knocked on the door. The door opened and there he was. 20 years old, tall and lean and covered in body hair. He was wearing just a baseball cap and shorts and clearly no underwear. He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. 
 
 “You party, pig? I’m already kinda high. Let’s get you spun and see what happens.”
 
 “I’ve never done that before. What’s it like?”
 
 “Oh baby, we’re gonna get you fucked UP. Hey boys, the pig hasn’t partied before!"
 
 As we walked into the living room, I could see that he was talking to three other guys, all in their early 20s. All of them were sitting watching porn, stroking New Whore Story.pdf

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.

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 ?

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 !

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.

This work of fiction is dedicated to Lisa a Canadian peninsula, 1937 I was never told why exactly our people came to this land. Some say it was to escape the Civil War that many feared would last forever and we'd never know peace. Others say it was to start a religion that ultimately failed to take hold. We were a region without faith -- possibly because of the abominations that inhabited the lush valley in the middle of the island. The soil was rich, black and crops grew well but no one dared to raise livestock because the abominations would snatch them up for food. They were giants, near sixty feet tall. Some of them had two eyes and some just had one. It was said that one should never look into their eyes because they would steal your soul. I'd heard the tale that my own father had wandered too close to the valley in a stupor. Some say he'd been hypnotized, but my own Mama told me he had simply 'taken to drink' and just disappeared during a blizzard. . No one would go near the valley out of fear and also because of the stench from their waste. My mother sold her canned vegetables and berries in town along with her handmade quilts and such. Near her shop was old Mrs. Silven who sold jewelry and was known as an oracle. She could predict things. She's the one who warned my mother to keep a close eye on me. "He's a boy, Hannah. Boys are daring and foolhardy and this one.." she pointed a gnarled finger at me and looked into my straw-colored eyes "..this one is drawn to the valley." Mama thought her a kook, but still kept a close watch on me. I was strangely drawn to the valley. The smell was no worse that some others I had smelled. I'd never seen one of the giants before and really wanted to at least catch a glimpse. Mama believed in God who was some giant man in the sky that I'd never seen. There were giant men here who could be seen -- why were they were not worthy of worship? That's the other thing...there were only male giants on the island. No females. According to the old woman, the added stench in the air was from the rotting bodies of giants who were succumbing to sickness. "They harpoon each other in their backsides which causes them to take sick and die. It comes from the unnatural acts. Sinning against nature brought about their plaque." Mama and the old witch thought they'd all be gone from the valley in a year's time. I hoped not. I was older now and had found ways to sneak off every chance I got. I smoked hand-rolled cigarettes on my walks to the valley. I could hear them at times, but still hadn't see one. One Summer, Mama took to her bed with a sickness of her own. Her heart had always been weak and she went through bad spells. I tended her shop and her garden and made her meals. The rest of my time was spent in the valley. There was an ice cold creek running through the bottom and rumor had it there was a little waterfall somewhere nearby. I pretended to be in search of that, but I wanted to see the giants, see them committing unnatural acts with each other. What I finally found though was a giant's corpse. He had died lying down on crushed trees and boulders. He hadn't been dead long and only had a slight, sweet smell of rot. I saw a raggedy coyote approach the body and sniff it carefully. I wanted to chase it away. If only I'd brought my rifle. And then a giant hand reached down and snatched away the unlucky predator. Standing nearby was a living giant who had been waiting by the body, using it for bait to attract food. At least they weren't cannibals, as had been rumored. The living giant smelled worse than the dead one. He had moss growing between his enormous toes and actual toadstools on his toenails . And then he finally saw me. Was I done for? I'd bring my rifle and hunt game for this GOD. I told Him as much with my mind, He was naked of course. He reached down and grasped me lightly with one hand. I could look down at the tops of trees when he lift me up to his face. He looked right at me with eyes the size of large crates. I didn't care if He took my soul with the stare. I wasn't using it for much anyway. He stuck out an enormous red, pointed tongue and licked my chest. It was softer and not nearly as rough as one might imagine. It was a test as well as a taste. If He ate me, I believe it would only be painful for a second, maybe less. He smiled with a mouth full of jagged teeth that were mostly rotted. I inhaled the vile smell of his breath as if it were holy incense. Hot and humid. He then set me down at His feet. I bowed my head and vowed my allegiance to Him for eternity. And then he made water which washed me completely as it shot me right on my scalp. I understood I was being baptized. It strangely didn't have much of a smell. Or else my sense of smell had been deadened by His other odors. He turned and left, making a new path through the ruined brush and downed trees. I was unable to move for a minute or more. Maybe many minutes more. I was new. I took a short swim in the creek even though it was washing away some of the holy Man Water away. Mama could smell anything, weak heart or not. And old Mrs. Silven was tending to her and she'd know what I'd done. She was part Indian and knew all about root doctorin', herbs, teas and such. I'd avoid her as much as possible. She'd sense my recent conversion and worry Mama's poor heart. I took the long way home so my clothes could dry some. I was barefoot - so at least I didn't have socks or shoes to worry about. It was a hot Summer day and I was nearly dry as when I left from the homestead. No Mrs. Silven when I got home, but Mama was callin' for me. "Boy -- bring me a cold wet cloth for my head. I must be almost mended because I no longer feelin' chilly. You been swimming? I smell the water." "Yes, M'am. I went for a dip in the pond out back." "Careful of snapper turtles -- they'll bite the toes clean off your feet. Did you tend the garden?" I hadn't. "Not yet. Let me fetch you that wet cloth first." I fetched a cloth and soaked it in the cold well water, wrung it out and brought it back to put across her forehead. "You want some Supper, Ma?" "No. Mrs. Silven brought over a concoction made from plants and the web of some special spider. It made me feel stronger but my appetite id completely gone. I'll be able to get up tomorrow." "Good. I might be going out to camp with Luke and Jim tonight. Will you be fine here without me?" "Yes. Have fun. But come here." She took my hand. "You're a man now, Joseph. I know you crave adventure and new things. Please have a care about the bad things in this world. You've strayed from the Lord and I can't make you come back. But know I pray for you always." "I'll tend to the garden now, Mama." She sighed heavily as I left her room. I checked the garden for weeds and grubs. It was thriving in the hot sun and regular rainfall. Was I just imagining it -- or were the gourds getting bigger and riper as I stood near them? The tomatoes too. No. I'd been blessed. That's why the valley was so lush and verdant -- God, Gods lived there. I hadn't strayed from the Lord, Mama. I'd found Him/Them. The strawberries were huge. Getting bigger, redder before my eyes. Thank you for this abundance, Giant Gods. I went back inside to tell Mama that the berries and tomatoes were nearly ready to harvest. "'Tis not possible, Joseph. It's too early." I took her hand to spread my blessed powers to her heart. " "You'll soon be well enough to check for yourself." and she suddenly gasped. "Yes. I want to see. Now. I am feeling perfect." I helped her up and we out to the garden while she she was still her nightgown. "I'll be! 'Tis a miracle!" "I was going to eat some bread with cured ham before I left. Want to join me?" "I do! I surely do!" I prepared us some plates of crusty bread and chunks of ham. Cheese would have been good too, but the price was too dear just now. Mama ate everything on her plate. She had her color back. I helped her to the chair where she liked to read by the light of a kerosene lamp. "It might get colder tonight, Son. Take some matchsticks from the kitchen and build a fire if you have to. This hot spell can't last forever. Take one of Grandmother Tarsie's old blankets too. Just please be careful." I wouldn't just be careful, Mama -- I'd be cared for. I packed my rucksack and headed to town first. I stopped behind Jim's papa's shop and purchased some moonshine he brewed. I knew my own father took to drink and it killed him eventually. But I hankered for some tonight. I was immortal now. I wore shoes this time. I'd be mindful of my God's droppings by just smelling for them. I made it down to the creek just as the sun had set. I found where the previous giant had made a path. Did He want me to follow it? I chose a spot to build a bonfire. I gathered some kindling from nearby. Summer storms had dropped many limbs, thin branches and sticks. Those plus some dry, dead brush made starting a bonfire fairly easy. It grew brighter and larger than I'd thought. This would draw Them to me. I sat near the luxurious warmth of the flames and drank some of the moonshine. I wasn't hard on my tongue or my throat - but it hit my belly like a grenade. I fought to breathe. I smoked my last cigarette and took another sip. Maybe They were fearful of fire. Maybe They were all deep in slumber. I drank more and wished I'd brought another cigarette. The sounds. They were coming this way. I heard trees falling under The weight of Their heavy, strong feet came crashing toward the fire. I'd see all of them at last. There were six or seven of Them. Standing near me - plus two more on the other side of the creek. I knelt down in plain sight, praying, sending them my mental promises of devotion and servitude. They didn't talk exactly -- it sounded like barks and hoots. I think the giant I'd met earlier was the one who picked me up and started passing me around to the others. Their hands were rough and Their long, nails tore my clothes to shreds. Each of them drank in my soul through Their eyes (two of Them only had one eye). I was happy to feed them. Their voices became murmurs. I was put down again and They each started to pleasuring Themselves with Their hands. I got undressed completely and stood naked before them . I knew seed would rain down on me. I had so many cuts on my body from Their nails. I was willing to sacrifice as much blood as I had in me to Them. It didn't take long for a large puddle of holy sperm to land on me. It was heavy and knocked me to the ground. It smelled wonderful. More kept falling and splattering on my prostate body. I just couldn't believe how much weight each drop carried. One of the spurts nearly put out the fire. There was white/gray/milky puddles all around me. My open wounds were exposed to it and it must have gotten deep inside me; it felt like the force of life itself. I sat down and rubbed Their goo with my hands. I swear as I held a pool of it in my pal close to the flames, I could see thousands of tiny baby minnows wiggling around. I used a finger to coat it well and buggered my own back-end hole with it. Why? It felt like it's something They wanted me to do. My Gods were watching me. I needed to sit now. I settled down into a puddle of Their living liquid. The fire was keeping it comfortably warm. I opened the rucksack and dug out the mason jar full of moonshine and drank some lethal gulps. It further warmed me. They were still around me. I knew somehow They wanted to protect me as I slept. Maybe They'd watch the fire in case it spread out of control. I s'pose it was possible They didn't want me wash off Their fertile gift in the creek. I wouldn't dare. I let the fire dry it to a crust as I slowly drank myself to a dreamless slumber. I woke to the sound of thunder. It usually rained much later in the morning. I felt the first drop fall. My clothes were but shreds now. I'd walk home and just tell Mama the others had pranked me. What I hated most was that the rain was starting to wash Their seed off of me. it was becoming lumpy paste as it slid off. I took shelter in an old, rotting barn to wait out the heaviest of the downpour. One of my wounds was still somewhat opened. But the rest had scabbed over nicely with no sign of infection. It occurred to me that I could heal myself -- but what of the virus within me? I'd welcome it and its devastation. None of my Gods last night seemed ill. The rain was lighter now. I finished the moonshine as the sun came up. Mama always said that when the sun shone while it rained - the devil's daughter was getting married. Such nonsense. All of my gift from the Giants had washed away and I was soaking wet by the time I made it home. I hurried inside and the house was quiet as a tomb. I cracked Mama's door a bit and saw that she was sleeping soundly. Her breathing was much better and I knew she's be up soon. I got dressed in all new clothes Mama had made for me and put on my old pair of shoes. No sooner did I go to the kitchen to start a fire in the stove than Mama walked in with her dressing gown on. "When did you get back, Son?" "Just now. I changed to go run the shop for you." "It's Sunday, Joseph. The Lord's day. Where's your new shoes?" "I was pranked by the boys and Luke hid them somewhere. I was going to go look for them after tending the garden." "You do the gardening now while I make us some breakfast. The shoes can wait." I couldn't believe how many ripe tomatoes were ready to be picked. I filled my arms with ten of them and went back inside. "Look, Mama!" "Lord be! It's an early harvest! Let me chop a few and we'll have them with eggs and sausage. Also toast if you want." "I'm not too hungry right now." "But you always love breakfast. Let me touch your forehead. Oh no! You've got a fever! You took in too much night air and got caught in the cold rain. It's just a little sickening is all. I'll brew tea." I left her to busy with the kettle and fled the house. I knew I could be dying. I was a smaller, weaker man than They were. Perhaps I was being claimed for the same eternity They shared. I stopped to spill what little was in my stomach. My fever was climbing still higher. I would not have much time before weakness would take my legs from beneath me. I'd be well soon. They would heal me -- unless I had the same sickness they had. But perhaps because I was a mere mortal, I could be healed. Perhaps I would become one of Them. I sat on the creek bank. The rains had made the water level rise. It sparkled and begged to be tasted. My fever was spiking. I called to Them, prayed to Them. I lay back on the soft mud and closed my eyes. I felt Them coming before hearing the trees breaking. They were in a hurry. My salvation had arrived. Amen. END

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Yesterday. Big Poz black top at his place. Been going there for over 7 years...2 or 3 times a week. Sometime we kiss, sometimes we cuddle, sometime I suck his cock, sometimes he rims my ass....but always he slides that beautiful piece of meat deep in my ass and loads me full of his hot seed. There are other fuckbuds and one offs....but this remains the best. He is likely the one who pozzed me years ago. He remains my best fuck bud.

So hot.... more

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

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

Lol if you post it they will cum. I like that. I was thinking phouse. Hoping to take some daddy dick

Steers had one of the most beautiful penises I've ever seen on a man.

I love the bleeding cunt, though I would tear it differently. My favorite part was actually the forceful deflowering/defilement. It was pleasantly rapey, as a good virgin breaking (story) should be.

Just want to say thank you to everyone. It finally happened! I took EQP's idea about holding my bf's dick and aiming it into the toilet while he pees. I basically told him that I wanted him to tell me anytime he had to pee so I could hold his dick for him. I didn't drink any down yet, but I got to take a two golden showers and I loved it. My first golden shower was in the middle of the night on Friday night. He said he could tell how turned on I am and asked me what was on my mind. We'd just finished having sex and I was really vulnerable so I admitted that I've been having strong fantasies about being a toilet for him and wanted to wear his pee. So a few minutes later he took me to the bathroom and I got in the tub and he peed all over me. Then yesterday before he had to leave I asked him to pee on my clothes and in my hair. It felt so good not to wash it off but after a while it started to itch so I took a shower. But my pants and undies are all dried out and they're making my room stink. I love it so much!

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

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

6. JP I woke up as the sunrise crossed from subtle to direct and intense. I woke up early enough during the week that it was sometimes hard to sleep in on the weekends. As I shifted position, a boy pressed his head against my chest. From the innate sense mammals have for their mates, I could tell that the boy was not Cal nor was the boy Jon. Slowly, it came back to me. Jon had brought a new boy over, a boy for us to play with, and with luck, infect. But somehow, it had gone a bit off the rails. The boy was adorable, and his hungry hole had drained us all dry. However, when it turned into a second and then a third load that he milked out of us, there was more than just physical attraction. He looked up at me. "Morning," he said. I leaned in and kissed him. I could taste the other two men in my family. "Morning," I finally replied as I broke off the kiss. My leg was pressed against his groin, and I could feel that he had sprouted morning wood. He pressed it even harder against, still horny from the night before. Behind him, Jon opened his eyes. Cal had gotten up earlier; if I had to guess, his hole had been hungry when he woke up. He would have hit the pipe, then tried to find some random guy to breed his hole. He required a pretty steady diet of sperm to stay satisfied, and even with the two of us, we couldn't always keep up. He would return soon enough, sweaty, disheveled, tweaking, and dripping sperm. Hopefully, by then, some more of the guests would have arrived, and he'd be able to get even more loads from them. "Good morning," Jon said. He leaned in, over Seth's head and kissed me. Then he leaned down and kissed Seth's head. "Hungry boy," he murmured. "Oh?" I asked. "His hole is trying to swallow my dick," Jon said. "You need to get fucked?" I asked Seth. "Please," he said. I reached down and grabbed his butt cheek, pulling it apart and exposing Seth's well-used hole for Jon's raw cock. "Fill me up," he continued. "Careful what you ask for," I said. My fingertips brushed against Jon's dick. It was soft and warm on the outside, but that masked the rigid, stiff core. His shaft was still slippery with the sweat, spit, lube, and cum that had accumulated over the course of the evening and into the small hours of the night. There was a soft gasp from Seth; Jon had penetrated the boy and the fuck had begun. "Mmmmmm," Jon moaned. More of his shaft slid past my fingers. Jon was always horny in the morning. It was the perfect time for Seth to be gifted with another thick and potent load of sperm. "Fucking hot." "Can you feel the cum up there?" I asked. Jon smiled. "Hell yeah," he said. "So much god damned sperm in this boy." "You're a lucky boy," I told Seth. "I know I am," Seth said. He moaned as Jon pushed his dick a bit further. It was a moan of pleasure; I wondered if he'd feel the same pleasure when being fucked at the end of our weekend together. "Your dick. So damn hard. And so fucking deep." "And so completely raw," Jon whispered into his ear, just loud enough for me to hear it over the sounds of the two men fucking. "Raw. And safe," Seth replied. "Fucking perfect." My dick twitched. The night before, Jon and I had replaced most of the poor boy's PReP with harmless and ineffective sugar pills. The occasional live ammunition would make it even worse for Seth; it would help ferment a drug-resistant strain even as he thought it was protecting him. All I needed to do now was to habituate him to skipping doses as well. "Taking it all boy?" I asked. "I am. Every raw inch of it." I leaned in and kissed him. I pressed my tongue into him and forced myself onto him. He accepted me willingly, even sucking me deeper. It was easy to lose myself into the kiss, even more so knowing my husband was fucking him. It was the same feeling we had with Cal. A fourth would be an interesting addition to our small family. "He's gonna cum in me, isn't he?" "Yeah," I said, then kissed him again. We got lost, taking several minutes to remember to breathe, much less continue to talk. "Cum deep in your guts," I said. "That's what I want," Seth replied. Another kiss, another five minutes of intimate pleasure. "His load in my ass." I wrapped my arm around Seth's head, and leaned in to kiss Jon. He was a bit flushed, his face red. He always looked that way, right before he reached orgasm. "Breed him," I whispered to my husband. "That's my plan," Jon said. "Fill him with my cum." I whispered in his ear, this time softly so that only Jon could hear me. "Your hot poz cum," I said. "You know it." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close, crushing Seth between us. The young man moaned; Jon's cock was being forced even deeper into his body, and he was loving every second of it. "Fucking cumming," Jon grunted, as his body spasmed in uncontrollable pleasure. "Breed him," I grunted. I had kept my hand on Seth's ass; now it was time to hold him tight. My grip was tight enough to keep him from squirming away. It was his destiny to get loaded up by a bunch of poz men, and it would be a pity for him to miss another one of Jon's massive morning loads. "Fill him up." "Fuuuck yeah," Jon grunted. He had hit the point where the only thing that mattered was his dick and the pleasure it was getting from shooting its load into Seth's asshole. "Fuuuuck," he grunted again. Each one was indicated another eruption of pleasure for Jon, and another spurt of hot, thick cum into Seth. "You're cumming in me," Seth moaned. His voice was a bit weak; I wondered just how intense it was for him. "Fucking fill me up with your hot daddy cum." "Take it, boy," Jon said. "Fucking take every drop." Seth had called him Daddy, and that had gotten Jon's dick throbbing even more. Two more spurts landed in Seth before the boy had even had a chance to breathe. "Fucking breeding you, my boy." "Please, Daddy," Seth said, embracing his desires and dreams, and allowing himself the pleasure of being properly fucked by a real man: hard and intense, raw and unprotected, dangerous and euphoric. "Breed me." "Oh, damn," Jon grunted, then sighed in exhaustion. His pace was slowing down, but Seth had gotten a fresh morning load of cum in his ass. "Fucking intense," he said, then kissed me again. There was sweat on his lips, and I could sense the heat rising from his body. "Fucking good boy." "Fucking hard Daddy," Seth said. He nibbled on one of my nipples, and my dick throbbed. Watching my husband fuck a young boy had reminded me of my own morning wood. "Both daddies," he said. Behind him, Jon slowly pulled his dick from Seth's hole. He then rolled onto his side, his arms and legs spread trying to cool down. "You ok?" I asked. "Fine. Just tired." "You got a workout," I said. "As did you," I said to Seth. He smiled and kissed me. "Happy boy?" "Yeah. But hungry. Daddy dick is filling, but it just leaves you wanting more." "Careful there, boy," Jon said. He was still breathing heavily. "Can I get some food?" Seth asked. "Sure," I said. "You know where the kitchen is, right?" "Yep." He climbed to his knees with surprising dexterity, especially for one freshly fucked, and literally not even out of bed yet. "Take what you need. And come back and let me fuck you," I said. I grabbed my cock and felt how hard it was. Seth paused for a second stepping off the bed. He reached back and grabbed his ass, pulling it aside for me to admire his asshole. There was a smear of white spooge against a light spray of hair. My dick throbbed. "Will do, Sir," Seth said. My dick dripped when I heard him call me Sir. I looked over and saw Jon staring at my cock. He looked up and waited for Seth to step out of the room. "I saw that," he said. He rolled over next to me. "You liked him calling you Sir," he said. He reached down, and ran his finger over the tip of my dick, lubricated by my pre-cum. "Really liked it," he said, and then licked his fingers clean. "Or Daddy," I said. Jon reached down and continued to stroke my dick. It was still hard, and even the light stimulation from Jon caused another drop of cum to form. "Yeah," Jon said, and trailed off for a second. He continued to gently fondle my stiff staff. "Daddy." He leaned up against me and nibbled my ear. I turned towards him and we kissed. "Big daddy dick," he said, running his finger along the length of my shaft. "Poz daddy dick," he mumbled, before I stuck my tongue back in his mouth. "Charged up poz dick," I said. "My man need a recharge?" I asked. I was looking forward to getting my dick into Seth again, but there was more than enough cum in my heavy balls to make all the men in my life happy. "Yeah," Jon said. "You gonna shoot that infected spooge into my raw hole?" The dirty talk, so explicit about the virus we both carried, was turning me on. "Hell yeah. Re-charge my drug-free husband?" "Re-charge, yes. Drug-free, hopefully not," Jon said. Memories of the night before came back to me. I remembered dumping out Seth's PReP. I remembered Jon saying he was going to stop taking his HIV meds. I remembered being hard as a rock at the implications of what we were doing. "Wait. You're gonna take meds today?" I asked. "Of course not," Jon said. "Seth deserves our most potent fluids." He rolled over and opened the bed table drawer. I smiled. "But drug free?" he said as he produced a glass pipe and a torch. "Not if I can do anything about it." With his free hand, a bottle of poppers also appeared. "Wanna start the party?" "Only if I can breed your raw hole," I said. I already knew the answer to the question. "Fuck yeah," Jon said. He sat up in bed, and held the glass pipe up to the window, examining how much was still left in the bowl. "More than enough for us," he said. He lit the torch and held it under the bowl, expertly rolling it and pulling the flame. It was only a few seconds before the first tendrils of white smoke leaked out. "This is going to be fun," he said. He wrapped his lips around the stem, and inhaled deeply. I could see the bowl empty. He paused for a second, and it refilled. He emptied it several more times; I was too distracted by his ass to count them properly. "Fuck," he grunted, and a small cloud escaped from his mouth. Then he leaned in, and pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled, forcing the thick cloud into my lungs. I gasped, but managed to get most of the cloud. We continued to kiss, exhaling and inhaling the cloud between us. Jon pressed his body against me. His cock was still semi-hard from fucking Seth. It felt good to feel him against me, especially as my cock slipped between his legs, and eagerly sought out his hole. "Fuck," I said. "I want to get inside you." "I want you in me," Jon said. "Fucking me." "Breeding you," I said. "Recharging me," Jon mumbled. The tina was just hitting my brain, and my dick was throbbing. "Repozing you," I said. I reached over for the pipe; Jon handed it over. It was still lightly smoking, so I put it in my mouth. Jon held the torch under it, and within a second or two, my lungs were sucking in the thick clouds. "Mmmmmm," I muttered, waiting for the bowl to re-fill. "Help you pass it on to Seth," he said, dreamily. I could tell the tina was hitting him as well. It was a good feeling; our thoughts were getting sleazier and sleazier, and our bodies aroused and ready to follow those thoughts to their logical conclusion. But yet, I didn't want us to get too high yet. The entire weekend stretched out before us, a weekend full of partying and playing and pozzing. I nodded, and Jon killed the torch. I handed the still-warm pipe to Jon, who managed a still respectable hit. We kissed again, and swapped the cloud back and forth. "This is nice," he finally said. "I'm still going to fuck you," I replied. I exhaled the last of the cloud, and it slowly drifted down, and then off the bed. "Still going to fuck you hard." "And raw," Jon said. I rolled him over onto his back, and maneuvered myself between his legs. Instinctively, he grabbed his ankles, and spread his legs wide. I just let my dick follow the path outlined by Jon's muscular, hairy thighs. It led directly to his hole and I let my cockhead rest there for a second. "Re-charge you with my cum." Jon reached down and felt my dick, carefully positioning it so it could slide into his hole. "Your poz cum," he said. "Fucking potent poz cum." I tensed my thighs, just enough to push my dick an inch or two forward. It was all the force that I needed. My dickhead slid easily into Jon's hole, and the two of us moaned softly as my shaft slid into his tight, warm, raw hole. "I'm inside you." "Fucking me," Jon said. I leaned in, pushed a few more inches of my dick into him, and then kissed him. "Fucking me with that fat daddy cock," Jon said, when I finally let him catch his breath. He stared at me, his brilliant green eyes flashing in the morning sun. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," I replied. It was all too easy to love a man who took my cock like Jon did, and then would return the favor with even more intensity and passion. "Love the way my pozcock feels in your hole." "Last night," Jon began. I knew what he was going to talk about. "Your numbers." I was right. "Yeah?" I asked. I had just gotten blood work back. My viral load was high and my T-cell count was low. It was not a good combination. "Are you?" He paused for a moment, hesitating. "You know. Go for it." "Full-blown?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "Full-blown." I could tell he was being careful not to put any emotion into it. He wanted this to be my decision. But it was hard for him to hide the way he was stroking his dick. Surprisingly, for a man who had both just shot his load and just hit the crystal, his cock was getting hard. "AIDS," he said. "I don't know," I said. I pressed my dick deep into him. My cockhead twitched, and a few drops of pre-cum landed in his gut. "It's scary. But also, exciting." "Yeah," Jon said. He smiled again, pulled me close, and kissed me. It was close and familiar, the product of years of fucking and loving. "You know, not matter what, I'm here for you. No matter what you choose." "And your ass?" "Will always welcome your cock. You know. I took your cock neg. I took your cock poz. And I'll take your cock with full-blown AIDS as well." "Fuck," I grunted, shoving my cock deep into my husband's ass. "I love you." "I love you too. I want you to cum in me." Jon wrapped his legs around me, and pulled himself onto my cock. A bolt of sexual energy ricocheted out of my dick, across my body, and landed in my brain. "Fucking give me your AIDS load," he grunted into my ear. "You want it?" I moaned. "You want my AIDS cum?" I asked. I was pounding my dick into him relentlessly. I don't know why I even thought the question. I had past the point of no return, and there was no way I could stop myself. Jon, of course, was hungry for my dirty, infected poz load. "Breed me," he said. "Fucking breed me with that AIDS dick. Fill me with your foul and toxic cum." He tightened his legs around me and held me fast. He was holding me tightly enough that it was hard for me to even move, much less pull out far enough that even a drop of my deadly poz cum would drip out of his hole. "Make me your poz bro. Your infected husband." My dick was throbbing. These were some of the darkest and most depraved fantasies that we had, the ones where we would infect each other, spread it to our friends, and gift it to utter strangers. These were the fantasies that Cal had help us make real and the same fantasies that crystal made more intense and arousing. "Fuck," I grunted. "Your hole is hungry for it." "Give it to me," Jon moaned. "Fucking breed me. Knock me up. Give me your disease." I leaned in, and we kissed. I was dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into Jon's hole. Several years ago, the two of us had hooked up with a doctor. Tweaked out on crystal, the three of us had started talking about pozzing. He had told us about his patients, how the men would tell him first about playing around with tina. Then the men had told him about barebacking when they were high. Finally, he would tell each of them that they were poz. We smoked another bowl together, sharing stories of partying and barebacking. Finally, Jon had asked the doctor if pre-cum was enough. The doctor had taken samples of each of our pre-cum and showed us under an old microscope just how many sperm were there. "Enough to get a girl pregnant," the doctor had said. "Or infect a twink," he had also added. Ever since, Jon and I had treasured these longer moments of exchange. It allowed us to build and strengthen the fluid bond between us, without the pressures and aftermath of a release. Even so, invariably the resulting orgasms were the biggest and most intense we shared. "Mmmmmm," I moaned. "You want to share another hit?" I asked. Jon smiled. He knew exactly how another hit from the glass pipe would impact our love-making. The talk would get dirtier and we would push each other to greater extremes. I couldn't help but wonder about Seth. The young man had taken multiple loads from all three of us last night, and then, Jon and I had destroyed the only thing that was protecting him from us. Both things had been ideas cooked up in previous tweaked-out party sessions. What would we think up this evening? "Yeah," Jon said, jolting me back to reality. He reached over and grabbed the pipe and torch. We sat up a bit, making it easier for him to heat up the bowl. It quickly started smoking, and he stuck the stem of the pipe in his mouth. As he inhaled and tasted the familiar smoke, he closed his eyes and smiled. "Fuck, this is nice. You inside me," he said between breaths draining the bowl. "My poz cock," I murmured, as he continued to suck down gulps of clouds. Finally, he nodded, and I took the pipe from him. It was still warm, so I took a few quick hits. "Maybe my AIDS dick," I said as I adjusted the torch. The drugs were filling my lungs, and just beginning to hit my brain. The crystal was amplifying the HIV already lodged there, and sending signals directly to my cock. It was all-consuming; all I wanted to do was breed. I kissed Jon, and we swapped spit and clouds, letting all of the drug fill our body. The warmth was spreading outward from my cock and only re-enforcing my erection. "Fuck," I moaned. My dick stiffened. "I want to breed you," I grunted. "Do it," Jon replied. "Breed me hard." "I want to breed Cal." "Do it, man," Jon replied to me. "Breed him deep." I shoved my dick deep into Jon's raw hole. "I want to breed Seth," I said. I said it on auto-pilot, but I suddenly realized that I had meant it all. I wanted to breed my husband, of course. And, clearly, I wanted to breed our young boy. But I also wanted to breed this brand-new boy as well, and I wanted to breed him in the same breath as these critical men. "You wanna breed Seth?" Jon arched his brow at me, but then smiled. "One rule." It was my turn to look quizzical, but Jon continued. "One rule. As raw as possible," he said, smiling. My cock twitched, and more pre-cum dripped into Jon's hole. "Of course," I said, and kissed him again. It was hard to imagine life without Jon. It was horribly trite, but he wasn't just my husband, but also my best friend, closest confidant, and indispensable therapist. He usually knew what I needed long before I realized it. "You need another hit," he said. "A big one," he continued. "Before you breed Seth with that thick, hard cock of yours." "Poz cock," I mumbled, as I picked up the pipe and fumbled with the torch. "More than that," Jon said. "Fucking AIDS cock." Between my arousal and the crystal, my head was spinning and my dick was throbbing. It seemed all I could think about was spreading my seed and my virus. I wanted Jon to get it; I wanted Cal to get it; and, of course, I wanted Seth to get it. Nevertheless, I still managed to get the torch lit, and melted the tina. I stuck the pipe in my mouth and inhaled. "Big hit for me, my love. And a bigger hit for Seth." I inhaled slow and deep, letting the potent drug fill my lungs and seep into my bloodstream. I savored the hit. Before the day was done I would introduce Seth to these pleasures of crystal. I wondered how far the drug would push him and what dark fantasies would be uncovered. "That's it," Jon said. His voice was gentle, yet firm. It was impossible for me to deny him anything, even when it was a drug-fueled sexually depraved fantasy. Or maybe, especially when it was a party and play sexual fantasy. "Get tweaked for me. And get Seth tweaked for all of us." I paused a second, lowering the torch to avoid burning the tina. "And plant some toxic seed in that fertile ass," I said. I stuck the pipe back in my mouth, and inhaled a thick cloud. "Fuck," I grunted, and dutifully inhaled another cloud. I was able to do a third before my lungs filled up. "But not before I plant one inside of you," I said. I held the hit for at least a minute. I put the pipe to the side, and gently slow-fucked Jon's hole with my cock. Even as early into the party as I was then, I was still utterly tweaked, and the additional hit would only make it worse. "Re-infect me, my poisoned man," Jon said. He squeezed his ass around my shaft. I was trying to hold off, but I was getting pushed closer to the edge. "I know you've got plenty of loads up there," Jon said. "Fuuuck," I moaned, exhaling the thick cloud. It took a second before I could see Jon again. It was a bigger hit than I should have done, but I was beyond caring about that. I needed to share my gift. "I'm getting close." Last time I had partied like this, I had cum at least five times before I lost count. There would be plenty for both Jon and Seth. "Cum in me," Jon grunted, squeezing my dick. I grunted. "Fucking breed me with your poz cock," he continued. "Infect me with your AIDS cum," he said, as he pulled me down into a kiss. His tongue pressed into my mouth, and I lost it. "Fuuuuck," I grunted again, as my balls churned. "Oh god. So fucking hot. Gonna cum in you. Fill you up with my poz cum." I was on autopilot, more observing my body going through its darkest impulses. There was nothing I could do to keep from cumming. "Do it," Jon said. "Fucking re-infect you with my poz cum?" I asked in reply. "You want it?" I knew the answer, but it was far sweeter to hear it from him. "Fucking breed me. Fucking infect me with your AIDS cum." "Oh fuck," I grunted, and slammed my dick into my husband. This was how we stayed connected. We exchanged fluids as often as possible, and we had always embraced the deadly consequences. My balls clenched, and my cockhead tingled. I was on edge. I pushed my dick all the way into Jon and held it. "I'm cumming," I muttered before I lost all capability for rational thought. "FUUUUCK," I grunted, as a jet of pozcum rocketed down the length of my shaft, directly into Jon's receptive hole. "FUUUUUCK," I grunted again when a second spurt shot out. My cum was thick and hot. It burnt as it travelled the length of my dick, but it only reminded me of the potency of my seed. My dick was a loaded gun, my balls were endless magazines, and I was shooting right into my husband. I slammed my cock back into his wet hole, feeling the slimy fluid I had already injected squish around, and felt the force of the third spurt into his raw asshole. "Fuck, your cum burns," Jon said. He smiled. "I hope that means you're shooting proper AIDS spunk." That comment got him another thick load of cum. Jon tightened his ass around my shaft, clenched his fists, and closed his eyes. With over eight inches of my dick buried inside his body, we were completely connected. I felt the struggle of his body, wanting simultaneously to reject my deadly, diseased gift of virus-soaked semen and accept my loving, purifying gift of marriage. Jon struggled for several seconds, his ass writhing on my cock, before his need took over. He relaxed, his ass released, and I felt him accept my loving and deadly seed. "Take it, my man," I said, as more of my juice dripped into him. "Get every drop," I continued. "Fucking intense," Jon said. My dick was still lodged deep in him, still dripping cum. But the initial intensity of the orgasm had passed and I could enjoy the long release. "I think you're full-blown," he said. "At least the way your cum burns." I smiled. I closed my eyes, and imagined myself in a few years, following this path. The virus would have left marks on my body. My cheeks were hollow, my frame was a bit gaunt, but I still had the muscles and the hair. However, my cock felt bigger. Stronger even, and so much more potent and powerful, compared to today. In my vision, it thrust in and out of Jon. It pounded Cal relentlessly. And slammed deep into Seth; the young man now had a beautiful biohazard tattoo emblazoned on his flat stomach. "Oh fuck," I moaned. My dick surged, and two more spurts of cum drained from the bottom of my balls into Jon. I would need a bit of a respite before I was going to be able to cum again. But that would be later. For now, I stroked in and out as I worked the thick toxic paste into Jon's guts. "Wow," Jon said, his eyes distant. He clenched his fists again, and this time, his entire body shook, not just his ass. "Wow," he grunted again, as he struggled to maintain control. His ass held onto my dick like a lifeline. For a moment I was scared, worried that it was a reaction to the drugs we had done, not the cum I had just injected into him. But then, just as before, he relaxed and his ass sucked in my dick, accepting every poisoned drop of my seed. "Wow," he said again. "Those were, uh." Jon didn't finish the sentence quite yet. He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me tight against his chest, and kissed me. I thought for a second, I could taste my cum in his mouth. But then I lost myself in the post-orgasmic bliss. We made out for maybe seconds, maybe hours, before Jon finally broke it off. "I love you," he said. "And that cum. You need to share those dregs of your infected balls with Seth." "I will," I said. I shifted slightly; it was just enough stimulation to realize that my dick had finally gotten semi-soft, and it started to fall out of Jon. "When does the party start?" I asked. I reached over and grabbed Jon's cock. His was soft and small; the crystal had hit him much differently than it had affected me. Jon carefully rolled over. Unfortunately, it meant that my dick fell out but he ensured that every drop of my spooge stayed inside him. "Jesse should be over shortly. Thought Seth would enjoy a massage before the gang bang." "And get his hole penetrated by Jesse's unmedicated dick?" I asked. My own dick was twitching, thinking about another load of infected cum landing in Seth. Even though I knew this was the crystal thinking for me, it was still felt undeniably real to me. "Among other things," Jon said. He smiled. "This the time for us to introduce him to partying?" I asked. "Hell yeah it is," Jon said. "I thought you would never ask." We kissed again. "Maybe a booty bump. And you can fuck it into him?" I kissed him again. My dick was throbbing. "You want to message Jesse? Tell him what the plan is?" "Sure." I rolled over and grabbed my phone. I found Jesse one page down in my messages; it had been a quick conversation about helping poz some boy Jesse had found. I pounded out a quick message. "You and me. We're gonna help Seth get his first booty bump. And more high viral load cum."

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...

A week agi, Friday night after I git three loads, the guy who fucked me more rimmed me too. He licked my hole full with loads. I also like to rimm, sometimes when I am top, I rimmed the hole I am going to fuck.

4. Cal "Oh, hell yeah. You know how I get when you parTy. Get that mouth over here and let me fuck that throat." His screen name was Str8HeadHunter. I'm not sure if I ever knew his name, despite sucking him off every week or so. From his sex-addled mumbling as I worshipped his tool, I had managed to figure out he was actually married, and from the casual family photographs he didn't bother to hide, I managed to figure out he had two kids, a boy and a girl. But that didn't matter to us. All that mattered was how perfectly his cock fit in my throat. And how hungry I was for his fertile and potent dad-cum. "Yes sir," I wrote back. I looked to my left. The glass pipe was on the side table right where I had left it a few minutes ago. I had woken up an hour earlier, nestled between JP and the new boy, Seth. I had turned over and buried my face in JP's chest hair, but I was already awake. After fifteen minutes, I gave up, and gently removed myself from the mound of three other men. As I squeezed my way out, they pulled closer, an animal reaction programmed deep in their brains. I made my way to the living room, grabbing my phone and a party kit on the way. Nestled in Jon's favorite easy chair, the leather was warm against my naked skin. I turned on the lamp; it provided just enough light to carefully load the glass pipe. Jon had mentioned he had found a new dealer. The merchandise looked good, long, clear shards of crystal. There was no way I could resist, but I still took the time to melt the crystal properly before taking the first hit. I inhaled deeply, letting the thick clouds fill my lungs. "Fuck," I mumbled, careful not to exhale too much. The purity of the drugs was remarkable; there was barely any taste, and the smell was as perfect as it had ever been. It was reflected in the drug's effects as well; even the medium size hit I had done was hitting me hard. My hole was starting to vibrate, and I was craving the taste of cock. I held the rest of the hit as long as I could. As I held the hit, I managed to log into a few sex apps. It would be several hours before the first of the guests for Seth's orgy would be arriving. I needed dick now, and couldn't imagine waiting that long. Of course, the drugs were not helping. As I scrolled through the listing of near-by men, I exhaled, then took another long, slow hit. I was starting to spin out sleazy fantasies of each man I saw, how they would want to use my holes for their pleasure. If I was lucky, one of them would want to make it a reality. The pickings were slim at first, but then right around six, they started to pick up. A few minutes later, my old stand-by, Str8HeadHunter logged in. He cut straight to the chase, "Hey cocksucker. You looking?" I took another big hit from the glass pipe and messaged him. "Yeah," I texted. "I am." As I exhaled the hit, I pressed "send." It was too late to back out of my impending rendezvous with Josh or back down from my rapidly growing tweak. A few seconds later, he replied. "Fuck yeah," he said. "My place." I scrambled out of the leather chair. I still needed to pull on clothes. I padded quietly through the bedroom, still chatting with Josh, pulling on a jockstrap, an old pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Right as I was putting on the shoes, I got another text. "Good cocksucker. Can't wait to hear you gag." I had been wondering if I should take the pipe with me. But the message put any debate to rest. It wasn't the first time I had serviced Josh, and I could tell when he was on the fuck-path. The morning's goal was to get him off; I was just the cocksucker that would do it. I slipped the slim case into my pockets; in addition to the pipe and the torch, it had a small baggie with at least another gram of tina. As long as my asshole was dripping sperm, Jon and JP wouldn't mind me coming back later than expected. "On my way," I wrote back. Everything seemed to be going slower, as the crystal really kicked in. It seemed to take forever to get to the door, and then the wait for the elevator seemed endless. Of course, my sex-fogged brain couldn't think of anything other than the universe conspiring against me and denying my chance to suck some dick. I was able to keep it together enough to get out of the apartment building and into the bright, late summer morning. I put on sunglasses; they would help. I wouldn't have to make eye contact with people. Josh's place was only a few blocks away. I walked as fast as I dared, trying not to attract attention to myself. I wanted to do another hit from the pipe, but that would have to wait. If I did a good job, Josh would want me to do another hit or three. He loved to watch me debase myself. When the tina kicked in, I would do almost anything for a taste of cock. At the base of his apartment, I found his buzzer. Apartment 511. At the top floor; I was glad that there was an elevator. "I'm here," I said when the buzzer connected. "Good cocksucker," he said. "Come on up here. And then go down on me." He laughed, but still pressed the button to let me in. The elevator took forever again, then I had to walk down the long, open hallway to his apartment. If I looked to the left, there were the nondescript doors; along the right, the passage was open to the weather. I could look down and see the sidewalk below. A couple was walking by, but they never looked up, much less focused on the tweaker chasing after dick on the balcony far above. I wandered down to the far door. It was closed so I rang the doorbell. It was louder than I expected; I thought the entire building could hear it. There were a few agonizing seconds, as I wondered if I had come to the wrong door. Or if Josh had changed his mind. My mouth was watering; I could almost taste his dick in my mouth. I wanted it pressing into me, forcing its way into my throat, and pumping me full of his thick white semen. It was probably just a few seconds before Josh opened the door. He was wearing a pair of old grey cut-off sweatpants. The outline of his cockhead was obvious. There was a momentary smile, but then as he looked me over, it disappeared into a much more serious expression. He had opened the wooden door, but paused. He made no move to open the screen door still separating us. "What's the first rule, cocksucker?" he said. My stomach twisted. He had a long set of rules. In my haste to get here, I had only remembered the pleasures of servicing his cock, not the responsibilities that also came with it. I remembered my catechism. "The first rule is that faggots don't deserve clothes." "And?" Josh asked. He let his eyes trail down my body. Not that I needed any extra hints about what I was supposed to be doing. I pulled off my shirt, folded it neatly, and put it on the ground next to me. "I'm sorry," I said. I undid my shorts and let them drop to the ground. My dick was straining against my jock strap. I glanced down the hallway. Luckily, it was still empty. I knelt down, and extracted the party pouch from a pocket, then folded the shorts as well. When I looked up, my head was exactly level with Josh's crotch. His cock was also utterly constrained by his clothing, eager for the kind of attention that only I could give him. "Good faggot," he said, and pushed open the screen door, finally allowing me to enter his lair. I stepped in from the hallway, carefully taking my clothes in with me. "You remember the second rule?" "Yes," I said. "Faggots take the loads." I took off my old tennis shoes. I hadn't bothered with socks. I was following Josh. He was going to his study. There was a large TV, for him to watch straight porn, and a leather couch, for him to get sucked off on. "Good sir?" I asked. I was only wearing the jock strap now. Josh stopped right in the door to the den, turned, and gave me a disdainful look. "Don't care about your cock, faggot," he said, laughing and stroked his crotch. "What's the third rule, cocksucker?" he asked. There was an unspoken threat: not knowing the answer would bar my way into his sanctum, and deny me the pleasure of his sperm. "Cocksuckers suck, unless spoken to." I swallowed. I remembered the last time. I didn't speak for a day afterwards; he had me spend an agonizing hour on my back, my head hanging over the edge of his desk, as he nonchalantly fucked my throat into oblivion. He would stop every so often, make me hit the pipe, and gargle some lube. "Good faggot," he said. He stepped back into the room, expertly navigating himself to the couch, and falling backwards into its embrace. "God," he continued. "I need this." He pulled down his sweat pants, letting his dick spring free. I gulped. He was already fully erect. That meant there would be no acclimation period for me; we would go from zero to all eight inches immediately. "Well?" he asked, as his cock swayed back and forth slowly. "What are you waiting for?" I gulped again. Luckily, his cock wasn't super thick. But it was thick enough and definitely long enough. Not to mention when fully aroused, it was as stiff as a steel rod. I was conflicted. My tina-addled brain couldn't stand the thought of not getting his cock. My more realistic body had an innate sense of what Josh's cock could do to me. I slowly knelt down between his legs. I was soon on my knees, almost naked, with his erect cock right in front of me. I had been defeated by the power of his cock. "Go ahead," Josh said. "Give it a lick." I leaned in and ran my tongue along the length of his dick, starting at the base where his engorged balls rested, working my length along the warm, smooth shaft, up to the bullet-like cockhead. There was a drop of pre-cum at the tip, that I eagerly licked up. "Fuck," he continued. "That was what I was fucking talking about. Cocksucker licking my shaft." I wondered if he talked that way with his wife or children. I took the head into my mouth, savoring another drop of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. "Although, not so fast. I want to enjoy this." I looked up at him. He was smiling, a familiar, evil smile. "When was the last time you got a load?" he asked. "Thursday night," I said. Josh liked to begin our cocksucking sessions with a brief interrogation. Except for one small, crucial detail, he knew just about everything about my life: I was the boy for two men. I still slept around a lot. I barebacked. I had partied in front of him too many times to count. I no longer bothered even attempting to lie or embellish. "Who was it? Where?" I looked down to see another drop of pre-cum form at the tip of his dick. He noticed it too. "Go ahead. I know you want it." I leaned in, and ran my tongue over the salty, delicious pearl of fluid. "I was in Phoenix for work. It was another guy at the hotel. Found him online and I went down to his room and sucked him off." "Yeah?" Josh asked. "Yeah," I continued. The tina was surging through my veins and hitting me hard. It was easy to continue, to tell him every sordid detail of the night. "He said his wife never sucked him off." When I mentioned the wife, Josh unconsciously crossed his arms and began to play with his wedding ring. I forced myself to stay focused on his face, even as barely a foot away, his cock slowly swung with his every breath. "Lucky you were there to take care of him." "May I?" I asked, indicating the slim black case I had carried from my shorts to the study. Josh smiled. He knew exactly what it contained. "Of course, faggot. Did you swallow his load?" I nodded, as I took the pipe and torch from the case. "Yeah," I said, checking the bowl. The crystal had solidified into the familiar white flower. I lit the torch and held it under the bowl, watching the crystal disappear and the bowl begin to fill with white smoke. "Of course, I did," I said, then stuck the stem of the pipe in my mouth. I inhaled slowly and deeply, pausing to let the bowl re-fill with the clouds. "Nice," Josh said, as my lungs filled up with the crystal. "Big hit for me, cocksucker." I was going to get as tweaked as possible, regardless of what Josh said. But his easy-going, yet insistent command made it easier to inhale deeply. I had hoped to delay the inevitable, but it was no use. The all-encompassing and powerful hunger was consuming me. I needed more crystal. I needed more dick. I needed more cum. "He asked me if I would swallow his load," I said, as I finally pulled the pipe out of my mouth. I was careful not to lose too much of the intoxicating clouds. "That's it?" Josh asked. "Didn't know he could have asked for so much more from you, huh?" I nodded in agreement. Although Josh had never wanted to fuck me, I had told him many times about my anal exploits. "How was his load? Taste good?" I didn't immediately answer his question. I wanted to savor the clouds in my chest and let them soak into my bloodstream. While I was waiting to exhale, I leaned in and sucked on his dickhead for as long as I could. Finally, I exhaled, and a thick cloud of the crystal blocked my vision for a second. "Big. Thick. Almost sweet," I said. I licked my lips, remembering his load and anticipating one soon to come. "Nice. Must have been a happy cocksucker." "Yeah," I said. "But then he got all weird. After he came." "Weird? How? What happened?" "Oh, he just started saying how gross that was, that he couldn't believe I swallowed his load, what a dirty faggot I was, how gross it was." I remembered one of his quotes distinctly. "I'd never respect my wife if she did that." "What was his name?" Josh asked me. "I can't remember." I blushed. I wasn't even sure if I had ever known his name. Surprisingly, I wasn't even stoned when I did it. "Well, he does have a bit of a point, you know," Josh said. I put down the torch and pipe, careful not to burn the floor. "It's pretty nasty to suck a guy off and then swallow his jizz without even knowing his name." He put his arm on the back of my head and guided me back to his dick. I opened my mouth and allowed his shaft to enter. "But that's why I love a faggot like you. Always know I'm gonna get off fucking your throat." He pulled on the back of my head, forcing his cock into my throat. I stifled a gag. "And I never have to lie to my wife." He forced his dick into my throat, until my nose was pressed against his carefully trimmed pubes. I inhaled deeply one last time, before his shaft blocked off my airway. I could smell a bit of soap, a bit of sweat, a bit of masculinity. My own dick twitched as did my asshole. I was hungry, starving even, and this was just the appetizer. "Fuck," he grunted, and pushed his cock deeper into my throat. "Taking it all." My head was impaled on his cock, and there was no way I could say anything without gagging on his cock. Nor could I even nod; his dick was a stiff pole running through my mouth and throat. I finally settled for giving him a thumbs-up signal. With his free hand, he grabbed my other arm, holding it closely. "Oh fuck," he grunted again. His dick was throbbing, and I could feel his he was dripping a steady stream of precum into my throat. "Fucking favorite cocksucker." He said it like he was praising a pet for a particularly clever trick. "Just all the way down," he said. I tilted my head upwards a bit. It was just enough to make the path from my lips to my throat a bit straighter and it was also enough to allow almost another full inch of Josh's dick to slide into my body. "Mmmph," I grunted. His shaven balls were pressed up against my chin. They were dense and warm, and I almost believed I felt the cum churning in them. My toes curled in anticipation; Josh was going to feed me every drop of his fertile seed and I was going to swallow every precious drop. "Remember the third rule," Josh said. "Don't try to speak. I don't want to hear your faggot voice. I just want to feel that wet cocksucker throat." He pressed down on the back of my head, forcing my face into his crotch. Even if his penis hadn't been buried several inches deep in my throat, I still wouldn't have been able to breath. My nose pressed against his pubes and the base of his flat stomach and was completely blocked off. But this was not the first time I had found myself in this situation nor was it even the first time it had happened with Josh. I closed my eyes, and focused on the dickhead lodged in my throat. It was dripping pre-cum and if my throat could bring this kind of pleasure to Josh's manhood, I wasn't sure if any level of discomfort mattered to me. I was here to worship him, and that meant that my first priority was to make him feel good. My needs were more than fulfilled by serving him. The tina was hitting me hard; warm waves of sleazy futures were washing over me. Worse than that, I had let Josh get into my head. The last time I had gotten tweaked and had a dom top get into my head, I had been literally and figuratively speechless for several days. He had fucked my throat for six hours, stopping only to make me gargle some lube, hit the pipe, or a bit of both. "Fuck yeah, cocksucker," Josh was mumbling. I looked up for a second; he was staring at me, but his eyes were focused somewhere else. His expression was a smile mixed with intense concentration. "Worship that goddamn dick, faggot," he continued. He released his grip on my head; I used the opportunity to pull off, so I just had his dickhead in my mouth. I gulped in air, trying to find an equilibrium between my burning throat and dire need for oxygen. "Don't stop," he said, and reached for a vape pen. He pressed the button and inhaled. Compared to the tina hit he had just made me do, it was a puny effort. Even so, enough of the vape escaped that I could tell he was getting stoned. I was hardly in a position to object; he had seen me smoking crystal meth. "Uh-huh," he said, putting away the vape pen and putting his hand back on my head. He pressed down, forcing his cock against the back of my throat. I struggled not to gag. That would have been hard with just his dickhead pressing against my tonsils. With his shaft fully in my throat, it was impossible. I jerked off his shaft; I did it quickly enough that he didn't have a chance to hold me in place. "Come on cocksucker. You know what you have to do. Don't let a bit of gagging stop you." I nodded and took a few deep breaths to re-center myself. "Do a hit for me," he said, pointing towards the glass pipe resting next to my leg. "You sure?" I asked. I was already tweaked, and wanted to ride the high a bit longer. The new crystal was amazing; another hit was going to launch me into outer space. "Yeah," he said. "And don't make it a pussy hit, either." I nodded. I had to take the smallest hit I dared. If that hit didn't pass muster, I'd have to do a second hit and that hit would have to be absolutely massive. "Wanna watch you debase yourself on my cock," he continued. I reached down and grabbed the pipe and torch. I heated the bowl, forcing myself to watch the drugs melt and smoke. My mind was running off in so many ways, it was hard to concentrate. I wanted to get back to Josh's cock. I wanted to feel it dripping in my mouth and pounding my throat. But it was important to please Josh first. I stuck the stem in my mouth, and began to inhale slowly but steadily, making sure the bowl was always filled with the clouds. I wanted to make this a hit that Josh would be proud of, even as I knew what it would likely do to me. Control was so difficult when I was high. Inhibitions were lowered, and taboos disappeared. I did things that I had never planned on doing when I was tweaked. Even worse, the most depraved things seemed so natural when I was high. They seemed like the right thing to do. My lungs filled up, slowly and steadily. I could feel the drugs enter my body. Even before I had exhaled, the hit was affecting me. I was going to stop before it was too late. I wanted to stop before I went too far. But instead, the clouds called out to me. The clouds reminded me that anything was possible. I took another deep breath directly from the cock-like stem of the glass pipe. This time it was going to be OK. I wasn't going to lick up cum from the floor in a video booth. I wasn't going to venture into the ghetto and let some cracked-out hung thug fuck me. I wasn't going to suck off some random stranger for 3 hours. It was going to be ok. Before I realized it, I had done the biggest hit of the morning. "Fuck, that's what I'm talking about," Josh said. Finally, I pulled the pipe from my lips. I looked at it; from what I thought was a nearly full bowl, there didn't seem to be much left. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, and I had forgotten how much I had started with. But yet, my hands were shaking, in the way I associated with a deep tina high. Maybe I had smoked the entire bowl. I didn't care. I put down the pipe and torch and, still holding the hit in my lungs, went back down on Josh's beautiful dick. "Yeah," Josh moaned, as his dick slid smoothly into my throat. He put his hand back on my head, insistently pulling me down on his shaft. Another inch penetrated my throat, and I could no longer breathe. I swallowed, forced myself to focus, and relaxed my throat. I felt his thick cockhead press deeper into me, choking me. But somehow, despite the very real physical discomfort, I was enjoying this. With one arm, I reached up to play with Josh's nipple. With the other hand, I reached down and started to jerk my own cock. Even though I had become crystal-limp, I still couldn't help but jerk myself off. "Fuck yeah," Josh murmured, "My very own tweaked out cocksucker." He pressed down, so that the entire length of his cock forced itself into my throat, but then immediately released all the pressure. "Show me that cloud, cocksucker," he said. I pulled off and exhaled. The hit was bigger than I had expected, and it engulfed the two of us. I leaned forward. The cloud was obscuring my view, but luckily, I felt his cock press against my lips. I opened my mouth and let him enter me. "Oh damn," he grunted. "Just fucking worship my dick." More of his dick slipped into my mouth. I welcomed it. Josh deserved to feel this kind of pleasure. When his dickhead pressed against the back of my throat, I didn't hesitate at all. I let the engorged shaft slide deep into my throat. Before long, my nose was pressed up against Josh's pubes, and I was deep-throating his manhood like the hungry cocksucker that I was. "That's it," josh murmured. He did another hit from the vape pen as I continued to suck him off. About then, I sort of lost track of time. Everything seemed so easy and perfect. All I had to do was stay on my knees and suck him off. I did it with pleasure and enthusiasm; sucking dick was what I had been put on this earth to do. I remember pausing for a second for him to pour a bit of lube on his cock, and for us to share a hit from the brown bottle. Then what might have been hours of dick-worship, and another popper break. We repeated the deep throating session, this time enhanced by the warmth of the poppers. Finally, I looked up. Josh was staring at me, his cock still hard as a rock. "Fuck, cocksucker. You keep that up, you're gonna fucking drown in my load." I smiled. A bead of pre-cum slowly formed on his piss slit. I licked it clean, savoring the salty, funky masculinity of his fluids. "God damn. You gonna swallow my load, faggot?" I nodded, and licked his cock again. He responded by grabbing my head, holding it in place. I expected him to force me down on his shaft, but first he deftly grabbed the bottle of poppers, opened, and held the bottle under my nose. "Big hit for me, cocksucker," he said. Of course, with his dick lodged in my throat, and him holding one of my nostrils closed with a finger, I had no option but to inhale as much as I could. The first of the poppers hit me even as I was inhaling more. It was going to be an intense high. He pulled the bottle away, and did a big hit of his own. "Fuck, this is going to be good." He screwed the cap on the poppers, put them down, and put both hands on my head. I went all the way down on his shaft, and he held me in place. I knew how he liked to cum. He liked to pound my throat, and he was beginning the assault. It built quickly, as the poppers hit him, and he was slamming his dick into my mouth and throat. Luckily, the poppers were hitting me just as hard, otherwise I would have been gagging. "Fuuuuck," he grunted. I felt the tension growing in his shaft. It was the first sign. Then, there was the tightening of his balls. That was the second sign. I took a big gasp of air, right before Josh slammed the full length of his cock into my throat. That was the third sign. A few seconds later, his dick spasmed, and I knew he had just shot the first volley of his load in my throat. "Fuuuuck," he grunted again. This time, he pulled his dick partway out. I could taste the first few bitter drops of semen on the back of my tongue. "Fuuuuck," he repeated. He pulled his cock out; just the dickhead remained in my mouth. The cum was still flowing, now salty but no longer bitter. It was almost sweet, and I lapped up every drop, frantically trying not let any of his precious fluid go to waste. "Every fucking drop of it, cocksucker," Josh grunted, reminding me of just how important my job was. I didn't need the reminder. There was no way I was going to voluntarily give up the chance to drink his cum straight from the tap. With only his dickhead in my mouth, it was easier to talk. Not simple, but at least easier than when the entire shaft was thrust in my mouth. "Yes Sir," I managed to say. "Right on, faggot." He shoved his dick back into my throat, coating it with his thick white cum. It dripped down, and landed directly in my guts. It was a weird feeling; I was momentarily overcome with panic when a bit blocked my windpipe and I couldn't breathe. I had barely gagged when he was face-fucking me, but now I might choke on his spooge. "Goddamn cocksucker. What are you trying to do? Milk me fucking dry?" Despite his protests, the rhythmic spurts of sperm kept on shooting from his dick. I was in cumpig heaven, and swallowed every single drop. "Yes, Sir," I said. The tina had gotten properly into my cocksucker head; I was using "Sir" with him. "Good faggot," he said. However, he started to ease his cock out of my throat and back into my mouth. He wasn't quite as hard, and the cum was now more of a slow trickle than the explosive spurts a few moments ago. "Fucking good faggot," Josh said. "Taking all of my dirty spunk." "Um hmm!" I grunted, trying to swallow another mouthful of his cum. He pulled his dick out of my mouth, and wiped it against my face. "Look good with my sperm on you," Josh laughed. "You gonna wear it home for me?" "Yes," I said. "Yes Sir, I will." "Fucking dirty cocksucker," Josh said. He wiped his dick against my face once more, then pulled it back. I recognized the action. It was his way of telling me my job here was done. My ass twitched, thinking about the way he had just used me. I stood up slowly, the tina and poppers making my head spin momentarily. I stepped back into the hall. Josh was a few seconds behind me, having pulled his sweat pants back on. I had stepped into my shorts, slipping the party gear into one of the pockets. I reached for my face, about to wipe off the spooge, when Josh muttered. "Whoa there cocksucker. You wear a man's semen proudly." I looked away. What I had said in the heat of poppered-up passion seemed less wise in even a few minutes later. "Yes, Sir," I said, and pulled on my shirt. At least the sunglasses would mask the biggest glob, right at the corner of my eye. "And by the way, cocksucker," he started. "Yes, Sir?" I nearly called him Josh. Fully dressed, we would have been two old college buddies. But regardless of our outward similarity, he was still the man, I was still the cocksucker. "Next time you forget the first rule, you won't be getting your clothes back at the end." "Yes, Sir," I said. I stepped into my shoes, licked the last of his cum off my lips, and headed out the door.

I guess if you would call it that lol...my cuzin used to "make me" suck his cock when I was 5/6....he was 13....and my first time getting fucked I was 11 by a guy that used to live in the apts we used to live at...he was 37 ….hurt like fuck the first several times but after a couple months I got used to it and omg fuck it felt amazing....especially feeling his cock pulse in my ass when he was squirting his load up my boy pussy hehe

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.

PART 3 Dean was focused on the laptop in front of him and quickly said “OK, there we go. Two more ads, one on Craig’s list, and one on BBRT. That should find us more more hot cocks to rape these two cumdumps. What do you say, faggots? You ready for some more randos to use your pussies? Here’s the ad: “Five guys, 18-30, partying together, three vers, two sloppy, loaded up bottom cumdumpsters, looking for other nasty pigs 18-40 to party some more, breed these dirty little fags, treat them like the whores they are. We’re into most nasty stuff, piss and fist to the head of the line. Send pics and come join us to get nasty.” Chris and I looked at each other and both got a shit-eating grin on our faces. I had four loads of sperm in my hole and Chris had 7. I needed to catch up. I needed to get more loads than Chris or at least catch up to him. I couldn’t let him outdo me when it came to getting my cunt loaded up. Dean posted the two ads on CL and BBRT but I also changed my Scruff and Growlr ads to show myself being more of a slut, debasing myself for loads. No load refused. I laid my phone on he bed next to me so I could respond to the messages quickly. I knew that my compact 18 year old hairy ass would quickly find some takers who wanted to breed me and once they were here they’d probably wanna breed Chris as well. Everyone wins. And I’d never tried piss before, so I wanted to see what that was about. As soon as the ads posted we started to get responses. Dean just smiled and I could tell he was just going to say yes and not give Chris or I any say in who came over to rape us. That was just fine with me. I’m a whore. I don’t get to pick and choose who shoves their cock in me. My cunt simply exists to let any cock use it and dump loads in it. The sooner that’s clear to the men fucking me, the better. I’m pretty sure Dean and Eric understood just how much of a whore I was. I know Chris did. He was lying on the bed next to me, sucking Eric’s cock lazily, trying to bring it back to life (I later found out they had all taken Cialis so they wouldn’t have a problem getting hard from the crystal). Eric was shoving his cock down Chris’ throat, making him deep throat it and moaning. “You nasty little faggot. You just want me to get hard again so I can rape you some more. Your fucking cunt is insatiable. I wonder if we can beat your record 22 loads in a weekend. You think, baby?” Chris looked up at Eric and smiled. “Whatever my Daddy wants, my Daddy gets. My cunt just lives to serve cock." Chris totally got me. Jose had gone into the other room, and Dean motioned me onto the floor. “Here, pig. Put this in your cunt so none of that sperm leaks out. You too, whore.” He handed me a fat buttplug and tossed an identical one to Chris. Eric grabbed it out of the air and made his lover turn around. He scooped up some of the cum that was leaking out of Chris’ ass and used it to lube up the plug and then shove it in with one push. Chris yelped. “FUCK, baby! That plug feels GOOD in my pussy. Don’t wanna waste any of that nice jizz.” Chris grabbed the plug out of my hand and motioned for me to turn around. Then he did the same thing, scooping up the jizz and lubing up the plug. “Here is comes, faggot.” With that he shoved the plug all the way inside me. My cunt was split open and it felt SO fucking good. I knew I was going to have to get some plugs of my own. This one was nice and fat and filled my cunt up, but only succeeded in making me more desperate for cock inside me. Dean grabbed his cock, which was half hard, and then my head and shoved it down my throat. His cock was nice and fat and fit down my throat really well, but I was hoping that he would get it hard enough to fuck me some more. My whole body was thinking about my need for cock in my ass. It was almost like I was just a hole. A receptacle for cocks. “That’s a good boy. Just nurse on my cock for a while so I can sort through these boys who wanna come over and pull a train on your fagdumps.” Eric got up and sat down next to Dean, and Chris followed him, kneeling on the floor in front of his boyfriend, so we could both suck on their cocks. “What do you think of this one,” Dean said. Eric smiled and said “fuck yeah, look at that cock. I wanna see him split them both open.” Dean laughed and said “not sure that will happen, they’re both pretty sloppy right now.” They both laughed. Jose came back into the room, holding a small bag. He said “I think we need to take this party to the next level. You ready, piggies?” They all laughed and said “fuck yeah!” Dean looked at me, pulled my mouth off his cock and said “you ever slammed before Justin? You ready for us to turn you into a HOLE?” I already felt like a total hole, so I wondered how much more I could feel, but I knew that I needed more cock, so I just grinned and said “fuck yeah. As long as it means more cum in my pussy, then I want it.” “Good,”Dean said. “We probably weren’t going to give you a choice anyway. But I had a feeling you wouldn’t say no. You’re a nasty little piggy. I can’t wait to teach you all about the depths of depravity." I still wasn’t entirely sure what they were talking about, but I didn’t care. I went back to sucking on Dean’s cock. Jose sat between Eric and Dean on the sofa, and I Chris and I took turns sucking on his cock as well. I was dying to get his load in my cunt as well instead of just in my mouth. Dean shut his laptop at the same time I heard my phone buzz. I grabbed it and saw a text from Daddy. “How you doing baby boy? You being a good whore for those boys?” I texted him back. “Fuck yes, Daddy! Thank you! I have five loads in me now and some more guys are coming over to breed me and the other bottom. They got me high and I feel amazing. I feel like a hole. Just a fucking cum hole. I hope you’re proud of me. I never said no” I waited a moment and the reply came “That’s my boy. Daddy raised you right. You enjoy those cocks and loads and when you come home, Daddy will have a surprise for you.” Dean looked over at me and said “who you chatting with, piggy?” “Just my Dad,” I said. “You should invite him over so he can watch his own son get gang raped by strangers. That’s what he wanted isn’t it?” Dean grinned and stroked his cock while he played with his hairy chest. “Really? I dunno if he’d wanna come over.” I turned back to the phone and texted him with the address. Then I saw that there were Growlr and Scruff messages and since I was just a cumdump, I handed the phone to Dean so he could answer them. “Here you answer the messages on my phone. I don’t get to choose who breeds me, all I know is I need cock inside me and I need it soon.” The rest of the boys laughed out loud and Eric grabbed the phone from Dean. “My turn.” He swiped quickly through the messages and showed a couple of the guys to Dean. After a few minutes I could feel my cunt throbbing from desire and the buttplug that was deep inside me, opening up my hole for the cock raping to come. Then I heard the doorbell ring. Dean smiled and kissed me and Chris in turn. “OK, piggies. It’s showtime. Dumpsters on the bed. Ass up, face down.” Eric went to answer the door and I could hear him talking to two men. All I heard was “Yeah, we both just need a cunt to unload in. Sounds like your tweaked out bottoms are pretty greedy.” Eric laughed and said “You have no idea.” Eric walked back into the bedroom with two new guys in tow who both quickly removed their clothes. Both of them were tall, muscled college age guys, kind of “bro” in their look but with a nasty, pierced, pervy edge. One them was covered in thick blonde hair and had a beard, the other one was more smooth and had a dark beard. Yum. They both sported nice fat cocks, which I knew were going to feel amazing raping my cumdump. They introduced themselves as Josh and Dan. They pulled out pipes and started smoking and Jose said “we were just about to slam when you got here…..” Both of them smiled and Dan said “fuck dude, go ahead. I love breeding a cumdump that’s slammed up and begging for dick like a whore. Can I put my cock inside his pussy before you slam him?” Jose laughed and said “sure, dude.” Then I pulled my legs over my shoulders and presented my cunt to the assembled cocks for raping. I gave a gentle push and the plug popped out of me and I could feel sperm dripping down my legs. Jose pulled out five syringes and told Chris and I to lie on our backs. He and Eric put straps around our arms while Dean began to do himself. “You’re going to feel a little prick,” Eric said to me. “For the last time tonight, judging by the cocks in this room,” Dean laughed. I felt the needle pierce my skin. Eric walked me through what was going to happen. “You’re going to feel a rush. Just ride it out. You may cough a lot. Just go with it. We’re here. You’ll be fine.” Josh put his pipe down (but not before giving me yet another shotgun) and started to jerk his hard cock. “You ready to get raped, faggot? I’m gonna fucking knock your cunt up.” He got on the bed and shoved his cock in my about to be slammed up cumdump. He held it there, and Dan leaned over to give Josh a shotgun, which he then passed to me. While I was taking the smoke in, I watched Eric pull the plunger back and it registered red, and then he pushed the clear, thick liquid into my vein. He reached up and removed the strap from my arm and I felt the rush. I was suddenly very hot and began to cough. I had never felt so horny before in my life. Dan reached over and passed me another shotgun and said “Let’s get this faggot SPUN and RAPED.” I laid back on the bed and caught my breath. “Guys I really need you all inside me. Maybe at the same time. I gotta get your loads. I need them. Please fucking fuck me! You can do whatever you want to me, just give me your fucking cocks!” Josh was already inside me and started to pound my pussy hard before I even stopped coughing. I knew I was in for a long night, and I couldn’t wait. If things worked out well, Daddy would come over and see me serving my true purpose. Being gang raped by complete strangers and loving every minute of it.

Part 3 We went into his bedroom, and I laid down on the bed. I had never felt so sexy or wanted by another person in my life. I had been with my fair share of women to this point so I was no stranger to sex in general. But this was different. I was so relaxed and ready for anything. Now I’m sure many of you are calling bullshit. That there is no way this was my first experience, but it’s totally true. I remember is so vividly just like it was yesterday. At this point in my life I had soooo much pent up gay sexual energy that I was at a point where I would do just about anything for the feeling being with a man was giving me. Which in hindsight probably wasn’t the smartest thing but I was so aroused and blinded by passion I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. I had only been chatting with this guy for a few week. He could have been a totally psycho for all I knew, but I was too far gone to care so i basically convinced myself that this was going to be a one time only thing and that I should open to anything. I guess being on here telling you all my story you can see how well that went. Anyway, back to the fun... As I laid on the bed he again said that I needed to trust him, and again I blindly did. He pulled a blindfold out of the Rubbermaid bin and put it on me. He handed me the poppers, told me to lie down on the bed face down and relax. He pulled my hips up a bit and place some pillows under the so my has was pointing up in the air. I could feel the cool air on my asshole as he pulled my legs apart. I hit the poppers again and Inwas flying. I heard him rummaging around in the bin. He can to the head of the bed, gently grabbed my wrists and told me don’t freak out. He was very gentle during our entire encounter never making me feel rushed and always reminded me to tell him to stop if I didn’t like what he as doing. He secured my wrists together with a set of soft restraints, I was so high on poppers that I didn’t even think twice. I then felt home tie the restraints to a rope and heard it pull tight agains the headboard. I hit the poppers and drifted into a sex starved haze. Next he put a ball gag in my mouth and tightened It behind my head. He started rubbing his hands all over my naked, vulnerable body. He reached under my hips and gave my cock a few firm strokes, commenting on how much pre-cum was leaking out. He move to my cunt and began to finger it, first on them two fingers slid in easily. When he pushed in a third I pulled away a bit as my hole had never need stretched like that before and he withdrew. Continuing down my body to my legs and feet massaging me which only made my cock even harder. Again I heard him taking something out of the bin. He spread my legs wide and secured them with a restraint on each ankle. When I tried to move a little I felt a bar keeping my legs spread wide. I hit the poppers and and felt my hole warm up and twitch. He slowly ran his hands all over my body stopping at my ass to smack it, harder each time. I was groaning with pleasure. I never knew that the pain, though only a light swat could feel so good. He told me don’t worry he wouldn’t leave any marks for my wife to find. This went on for a few minutes until I felt something else hit my ass like a soft piece of leather. He asked me if I liked it and I moaned yeah. He brought the strap to my nose and said to take a deep sniff of the leather, the smell was amazing, he said you’ll learn to love that smell and the feeling of it on your body. My spanking came. After a few minutes of this I was writhing in the bed not knowing what to do with myself. He laughed and said I think your ready. I felt him move between my legs and rub more and more lube on and in my ass. I could hear him masturbating and felt him slapping his ever hardening cock on my ass cheeks and quivering hole. He told me to take a few really deep hits of the poppers and get ready, and that I could tell him to stop anytime if it hurt too much. He fingered me a few time and then pressed the head of his cock against my swollen lips and told me to push my hole out like I was taking a shit. I did and the head of his cock popped right into my hole. Now his cock, which I realize I haven’t described to this point, wasn’t anything over the top. It was about 6 inches uncut with an average thickness, but I was really pretty and perfectly shaped. He started to rock back and forth his cock moving in deeper and deep each time. I was hitting the poppers pretty hard by this point (this was definitely the start of me becoming a poppers piggy) so my ass felt amazing and I knew I wanted more. I was quietly moaning and enjoying every inch of it. When he finally bottomed out he stopped and held it inside me moving his hips in a circular motion. He asked me how it felt and I just grunted, he laughed a sweet laugh and said he was really glad I was enjoying myself. He started to fuck me slowly at first but he eventually broke into a stride and was pounding my hole firmly. I could hear the sound of my wet ass taking his cock and it only made me harder. This went on for another ten or so minutes and I began to feel a strange sensation deep in my ass. It was this building feeling that surged through cock with his every stroke. I was shaking and started to push back on his cock meeting each thrust. I was getting dizzy and my vision was blurry to the point I thought I was going to black out, but then it started to happen. My hole throbbed and pushed this intense feeling into my balls which then shot up through my cock like a bolt of lightning. I aches my back feeling my hole squeeze hard on his cock. We both started grunting like two animals in heat rutting. With his final massive thrust he groaned that he was cunning and I felt his cum pulse into me which pushed me over the edge, and I shot what I think was the biggest load in my life, spasm after spasm of cum forced into pillow under my hips. His slow stroking while his cock dumped every drop of him into me. I may blacked out for a moment and we just stay like that with his full weight collapsed on top of me while his cock rest tightly in my warm hole. After a few minutes he kissed my back and pulled out. I could feel his cum leak out of me as he did. He put his fingers in my hole pull out some of the cum and fed it to me, which I greedily lapped up. He then reached under my hips pulled as much of my cm back as he could and put it in his mouth, Came around the bed, removed the gag, and kissed me deeply for what seemed like an eternity. When he was done he remove the blindfold started deep into my eyes and asked me if I like it. I told him yes and we began to kiss again. He removed the restraints, I rolled over and he laid down beside. I put my arm over his chest, my thigh over his cock and nuzzled into his neck. We both knew I was hooked. We spent the rest of the afternoon making love, him showing me how to ride and suck a cock the right way, each of use shoot a few more kids until we colllapsed into a heap and fell asleep in each other’s arms. He imparted many lessons about how men should have sex and awakened something inside me that had been yearning to get out my entire life. Over the next year we spent many afternoons together and were lucky enough to have one overnight while my wife was out of town. He eventually moved to Houston to be closer to the airline hub and we lost touch. I will never forget that day (and those that followed) or exactly what his room looked and smelled like, as well as his musk and the smell of sex that permeated the room. I would love to go back and relive that day, but we all know you can never go home again. The End.

Smelly raunchy ripe daddy's and hippies. Love to fuck bare and sniff some pits, ass, feet and balls.

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 got to have some experiences early on, but I wouldn't say I was molested. My family was very open about sex do I was able to try things out around 11. I'm still experimenting with my piggy/puppy side.

7 loads spread out over three days at San Diego Comic-Con

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