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I have been visiting the book store pretty frequently lately but ultimately striking out each time, until yesterday. I arrived, found a booth put a few bucks in the machine and then waited. A few minutes went by when I heard the chime of the front door to the store, followed by telltale signs of a new visitor by the sound of approaching boots. I always leave the door cracked so anyone can watch or come in as they please, but the footsteps continued past my booth and into the one next to mine, adjoined by a single glory hole. This is one of my favorite parts of the GH experience; the first few seconds determine a lot about whoever is in the booth, and ultimately whether or not I'm about to get lucky. Anyways as luck would have it he turned his channel to a hardcore video and proceeded to whip out and stick a decently sized half-hard cock through the hole. I immediately got to work slowly getting it wet and hard before picking up a nice pace. All hard, probably 6.5", medium thick and uncut (my favorite). Less than a minute in he starts thrusting back and forth and then withdraws. I whisper through the hole "hey, come over here". "ok" I hear back. Perfect. While he's packing up I face the back wall presenting my bare ass so he knows where and what I want. He comes in and is immediately groping and feeling my ass up. I reached back and start stroking his already hard cock, with each stroke pulling it a little closer to my ass until it's finally firmly pressed up against my hole. I start moaning and grinding before finally thrust back and sink onto the full length of his cock in one motion. He takes the queue and starts fucking my hole, getting in deep and hard just like I needed it. After a couple of minutes I feel him tense up and drive it all the way in so I reached back and grabbed his balls and started massaging them - I love doing this, makes your top cum so much harder. He lost it, cumming really hard and filling me up for the first time in ages. As soon as he leaves, a thick cut cock appears through the hole so I did what I do best and got to work again. I barely had time to get it hard before suddenly my door swung open. This is another defining moment part of the GH experience - when they realize a booth is occupied they either freak and shut the door, or come in. Well this guy did the latter; after shutting the door he immediately unbuckles an whips out a thin, long, uncut cock, grabs my head and guides my mouth over as I continue to jerk the GH cock. I hear thin cock take a hit of poppers (I really hate those things. Makes cum taste awful), then pull me up and shove his half-hard cock into my waiting sloppy hole. He lasted about a minute before adding to the mess and leaving. GH cock had been neglected so I returned to sucking him hard until he unloaded in my mouth. Oh well. Moments after he left his booth, I heard someone from an adjacent booth open the door and put a few bills into their machine, followed by a smaller (average) cut cock. I got work work yet again, but sucking smaller cocks through the GH is always a little difficult. I kept up it up until he was rock hard, then he started thrusting. I stopped and invited him over, but he just stuck his cock back through again so I kept sucking until he started thrusting again. I figured what the hell, flipped around and easily buried his hole cock in my hole through the GH. That was apparently what he wanted because he immediately started fucking my sloppy hole. I clenched down and pushed back as hard as I could and it wasn't long before I heard a loud groan followed by his withdrawal. So yeah, it's been dry as hell here for awhile but maybe things are on the uptick and I can keep finding nice anon fun around here.

Went to Walgreens for some items and when I got to the cashier he was a nerdy little guy. I had just left the gym so i was wearing a tank and gym shorts. He was cruising me hard. After i checked out i went to toilet. He followed me in and pumped a quickie in my hole.

Yesterday i went out to my favorite cruisy park near my place before noon. Recently this place has had presence of cops which has slowed down the amount of cruisers. I am walking when i see this super hot early/mid 30s really hot guy walking in the same direction as me. Since he was walking a bit faster, i was following him in a few minutes. He walked to a path that slopes downward through the mangroves into the water. It’s barely off the main path and is low enough that guys (including me numerous times) go down there to fuck/suck. The stud turns around and now that I am close I am thinking there is no way this guy is cruising here. He’s too hot for this place. We both start t mutually grab our crotches and he is grabbing a big outline of a big dick. With the recent police activity around here, I am nervous as fuck that he’s a cop. I finally ask if he’s a cop, he says no and asks if I am one. I say no and he leans into me with his meat touching my leg. Quickly I start sucking him and I was right. Nice big cock on this dude. I suggest we walk further down and he agrees. Once we move down, i start sucking again this time with my pants lowered so he can see my hairy firm ass. He immediately starts rubbing it and asks if I am looking to get fucked. “HELL YEAH” I say. He bends me over, spits on his cock and goes balls deep on the first thrust. He pounds away no building up the pace, he giving it to me all. He told he me he loved my hot tight ass and I was going to make him cum. I told him not to pull out and blow his load in me. Within a minute or so he is filling my ass. After he pulled out we went our separate ways after I thanked him for his seed. As I leaving another guy starts walking toward me and heads to the pavilion. Another great place to fuck/suck. This guy is young too (surprise for this place, usually attracts older married guys) but not nearly as hot as the previous one. He’s sitting on the bench and I sit down next to him i see his raging hard on through his gym shorts. He pulls it and I grab hold and start stroking it. He stands up and I am in perfect position to suck him so I take his cock in my mouth and slowly suck it. He is boner is fully red with attention. I told him his cock would feel so good in my ass. He asked you want me to fuck you? HELL YEAH i say. He said bend over the picnic table and as I do I say don’t pull out, give me your load. He asks “are you positive?”. I mumbled and before I could finish he was ramming into me. Like the first guy, this one had stamina and proceeded to fuck me good for a few minutes before blowing his load in my ass. He held on tightly after he came to make sure I got every drop. When he pulled out, his cock was covered in cum from him and the guy that had loaded me 10 minutes before. (I didnt mention the other guy to him). I said let me take care of that and i cleaned him up nicely. At this point my ass is dripping from these two young dudes loads. As I get in my car to leave I get a text message from one of semi-regular redneck straight fuck buds. It reads Afternoon. Soon i am off to meet him and get another load.

Motel 6 can be so much fun. Usually very sleazy; sets just the right mood. I check in at least once a month. Nice, it's only a few blocks from my house. Can go back and forth as needed. This one has parking right in front of door. A few months back was waiting for cock to arrive. Had door ajar, and I was in the ass up position on the bed, face in the pillow. Maintenance guy opens door and asks if everything is OK. I freak. I just say yeah everything is Ok and he just responds back that door shouldn't be left open. He stands there for a few seconds and then asks, "is that ass available for anyone?" I just say, yes sir!! Ended up with a 8 inch beer can thick cock in me. He left a nice load as lube for the next guy. Now when I check in, I walk around looking for him. Just nod and he comes by in a few minutes. This way I know my hole is nicely stretched out and prelubed for all takers. Usually start around 10 in the morning, get that married lunch crowd. Things slow down during afternoon, then the married ones stop by on the way home from work. Great way to spend the day!! Have done other hotels; Motel 6 just has that sleeze factor, those hard beds, and thin towels ?

One of my favorite places is a certain Bear bar in St. Louis near I-64. If you’ve been to St, Louis, you probably know the place. My favorite thing about it is that it really pulls in the truckers! Whenever I’m there and I spy a rig or two parked under the nearby overpass, I know it’s gonna be a good night. Truckers aren’t hard to spot. They don’t dress “hot”...they simply ARE hot...and authentically themselves. Also, the hat. The hat is a giveaway. On this particular Saturday night, there was a Tyson truck in the lot. I get my usual Rolling Rock and make a game of wandering around trying to spot him. After scopng out the place and not finding him, I get little smile of realization on my face. So I setltle down on a stool within eye shot of the entrance. Minutes later in he walks, Tyson hat and all, followed closely by another random dude - and they immediately go separate directions. I think I may have actually chuckled at how obvious it was to me. ”Tyson” was a real fireplug: Shorter, stocky, and bearded. Just my speed. He gets an MGD at the bar, leans up against the back wall, and downs half the bottle in just over a minute. I amble over casually and take my place along side him. He catches me checking him out and I give my crotch a tug. “Looks like you’re having a good night”, I say with a knowing grin. “How many loads you gotten so far?” I ask matter-of-factly. “That was just my first”, he replied flatly, finishing his beer. “Ready for seconds?”, I asked with a sneer. He turned and looked me in the eye. “You POZ?”, he asked, “Mmmm-hmmm”, I replied. “Let’s do it”, he said. With that he walked towards the door with me right behind. Damn I do love truckers! No words were spoken as we cross the parking lot. Tyson unlocks his truck and we both climb in. He strips down quickly (which is saying something in such a confined space) and gets into the sleeper. I follow suit. Tyson was HAIRY AS FUCK. Total beast mode. With a short, fat, hard cock that we both would completely ignore. He wasted no time going down on my cock and gave me what I refer to as a “utility suck”: Getting my cock good and hard for the sole purpose of fucking. And he did a damn fine job of it. In no time, I was fuck-ready. And so was he...the pig was face down/ass up and prelubed with the first guys cum. His hairy ass punctuated by a beautiful pink, wet, mancunt. I spit on my cock as he poppered up. And I slid into him in one long motion. Now, I wouldn’t say Tyson was loose...but let’s say that pussy had seen plenty of use. He didn’t blink as my fat seven incher bottomed out inside him. Seeing that there was no need to start things slow, I immediately got my full fuck on. Pounding his furry bubble butt nice and steady. After a bit he shifted around and went legs up, his feet finding very conveniently located stirrups attached to the ceiling. (How I do love a shameless fuckhole bottom) ”Pound a load in me fucker!” He ordered. Who am I to say no? I ram myself into his cunt with fury. ”Oh, hell yeah! You gonna....you gonna POZ me up, fucker?”, he stammered out hopefully. “Yep, I’m gonna paint your guts with my dirty seed!” I croak out. He hums with pleasure...I think due to equal parts ass fucking as the prospect of getting charged cum. ”Do it, fucker...Breed my faggot cunt!” ”Beg for it!”, I spit back, barely holding off from cumming. “Let me hear you BEG for it!” ”Please...please...breed me....POZ me...please!” The look in his eyes was real. I could see the cumhunger. A hunger that can never be satisfied. I fuckin’ lost my shit, I gave him one final thrust and howled as I pumped him full of my dirty seed. I stayed inside him a good while. Grinding my Gift into his guts. We eventually lay on his rack together and bask in the cumjoy. He snuggles into me for just a moment. I fingered his wet boypussy...Feeling the mixture of my load with the one that came before me. “You up for a few more charged loads tonight? I know several guys here. If you wait here, I can send em to you.” I swear, his eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. I cleaned up with a towel he had on hand, dressed, and headed back to the bar. In minutes I sent out his next fuck. And another after that. Soon enough, those fuckers were lining up dick for him. I was there til just before 2am. All night, I saw a steady tide of men crossing back and forth across that parking lot. Truckers...Gotta love ‘em.

For the last 2 days I've been sucking dick at Peepland Sex Store here in Las Vegas. Yesterday was one of the best days I've had in that video arcade in a long time. Part of the reason for such success for me was that I arrive there at 12:30pm. Just in time for the "lunch hour rush". Normally, on weekdays from noon to about 2pm, this video arcade is quite busy with a lot of married, str8 guys that stop by the xxx store to get a quick blowjob during their lunch break. It's actually all a blur, so I couldn't even tell you about each of them individually. I do remember a heavy set latino guy that had a big, fat, uncut dick that fed me the first load. There was a really, really old guy that came in and I completely brushed him off when he entered the arcade and smiled at me. But as I was pulling on booth doors, I opened a door to find this old guy in a booth, stroking on one of the biggest, thickest, slabs of man-meat that I've seen in a long time. I went in his booth and gladly sucked on the old guy for about 15 minutes, before he finally gave me a nice load. There were some young guys, older guys, heavy set guys and buff guys. Between 12:30p and 2pm I had sucked off and swallowed 7 loads. There were so many guys there during that time that all 12 booths in the arcade were all in action. There was enough dick for all of us cocksuckers to get our fill. But at 2pm, as usual, the crowd disappeared. The str8 guys were all back at work, and us faggot cocksuckers were now in competition for the few guys that were coming in for a bj. Anytime a new guy would enter the arcade, we cocksuckers were all over the new guy like flies on shit. I did manage to get two more loads between 2p and 3pm. By 3pm, I had tired of the cockblockers that were making it impossible to even get to a booth door of any new guy that would come in. So, I called it a "very successful day" and headed home. After such a good day, the day before, I decided to head there again. But, I couldn't get to Peepland until about 4pm. It was rather quiet. The cocksucking cockblockers were there. And competition for the few cocks that were there to be sucked was fierce. The first guy I sucked showed up in his Jiffy Lube work shirt and pants. He did smell of grease. I entered his booth to find him stroking his cock, watching a video of a black girl getting fucked by 2 white guys. I knelt between his legs and took him into my mouth. He moaned softly as I wrapped my lips around his swollen cockhead. It didn't take me long to get him off. I'm sure I only sucked on him for about 3 or 4 minutes before he filled his sweet load in my mouth. Literally the nanosecond that he came, he pushed my head of his cock. He stood, pulled up his pants and was out the booth before I could stand up. I pulled myself together and headed back out into the arcade to find more dick. Most of the few occupied booths were locked. I went into an empty booth and put in my dollar and watched some sex video. A few guys peeked into the booth, but would not come in. Either I didn't appeal to them, or they were cocksuckers, like me. When my dollar ran out and the video ended, I again went out into the arcade. A very tall, young black kid came in. He smiled at me. I was thrilled. There's nothing in the world I love more, than black guys. I went into a booth and left the door open. I quickly inserted a dollar as he followed me into the booth. He felt up my chest and leaned down to kiss me. We made out for a bit, which is quite odd behavior at an xxx store video booth. But I was enjoying this sexy young black man. I reached down and felt his already rock hard cock through his pants. He did the same to me. I began to undo his zipper when he stopped me. "Whoah........... I just like to suck. I'm not wanting to get sucked", he said. I laughed and said, "Wouldn't you know it? We're both looking for the same thing". He gave me another kiss then he exited my booth. I dropped another dollar into the machine and sat down to watch a bit more video. A few minutes later, a guy peeked into my booth and then came in and locked the door. He was a white guy in his late 40's. Masculine, muscular and very handsome. I reached for his crotch and felt a nice bulge. He quickly unzipped and pulled out a soft, but large, thick cock, covered with a very ample foreskin. I sucked on his foreskin and licked it with my tongue. He loved it. Finally, as I felt him harden, I pushed the foreskin back and sucked on his mushroom cockhead. He fully hardened very quickly. I'd suck and suck and suck on him. I'd feel his cock swell and throb. I'd taste beads of precum at his piss slit. He'd be panting and moaning, telling me he's going to cum. But, he just couldn't cum. "Sorry, bud. I've never been able to cum with a guy, except with a couple." I came up off his cock and asked. "Do you play with male couples or male/female couples?" "I'm straight. I do like to play with couples. And I like the guys to suck me too. But, I can't cum without a female around. Don't know why?" he said. "Damn! I'm so horny. I thought I could cum like this. But, you're the 3rd guy I've had suck me in these booths today. I just can't cum." "Jack off into my mouth, dude." I said to him. I began to lick his balls and he took his own cock into his hands and began to stroke. I'd alternate between sucking on his balls. Then sucking on his cockhead as he stroked. That seemed to be doing the trick. He was panting and moaning till he finally groaned out, "I'm cumming!" I wrapped my lips around his cockhead as he filled my mouth with his hot load. He thanked me as he pulled himself together and left my booth. As he left my booth another guy peeked his head in my booth. He was a very tall, thin guy with white hair. Attractive, wearing black slacks, white shirt and a solid black tie. Here in Las Vegas that look tells me instantly that he's a limo driver. He just peeked in, but closed the door and left. Obviously not interested in me. I put another dollar in and watched more movie. Finally after 4 or 5 minutes, the tall limo driver came back into my booth. He locked the door behind him and opened his pants. He pulled out an already partly hard cock. It was long. Probably about 7"s long. But a very slim cock. I took his cock into my mouth and he came to full hardness in an instant. Even though his cock was pensil thin, it was actually fun to suck. I was sucking his 7"s all the way to the back of my throat and milking his cockhead with the back of my throat. I tickled his balls as I sucked up and down his narrow shaft. He was either in a very big hurry or he was just super horny, but I only sucked him for about 2 minutes before he shot a nice big, sweet load into my mouth. Without saying a word, he zipped up and was out my booth. I was done. I needed to get home. So I wiped my mouth and also exited the booths and store. Sure enough, his black limo was pulling out of the video store's parking lot. Well, it's time to go back to work tomorrow. So, my afternoons at the video arcade are finished for awhile. But, it sure was fun.

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I've got a daddy friend who breeds me pretty regularly, and he occasionally brings a buddy along to load me up too. Last night he texted me at like 2am and said he and a friend were outside my apartment, drunk, and horny. I'd never met his friend before, but I let them both in and they took turns fucking me while I sucked and slobbered on the other one's cock. After rough fucking me awhile they both shot their loads in my ass and then took off again, leaving me alone to jerk off and finger my cum sloppy hole.

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The Trainee (Part 3) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** When Shane entered my office he looked frantic. “Excuse me Sir. Do you have the time…? I need to address something to you” he started. I looked up and nodded bad-tempered. “What is it?” I asked. He turned around and closed the door, before approaching my desk, his whole body shivering as he started several times to speak, but couldn’t form a word. I let him take his time and wondered what happened while he was on his break. “I… I can’t… I…. the guys…. I can’t…. I want to….” he mumbled incoherently. “Calm down boy and take a deep breath and then say what you want to say” I ordered him. He took some deep breaths and then said he wanted to quit. Wow! I hadn’t even started working on him and he wanted to escape already? No way! “May I ask you about your reasons? Was shelving too demanding for your skills?” I asked seriously. “No… it is not that. I am… I was…. those guys…. they sexually harassed me….” he spit it out. “Sexual harassment… that is a strong accusation!” I exclaimed. "Tell me what happened." He opened by telling me everybody was whispering about him, and that when he was on his break no one wanted to sit with him at the table. This was a nice story, but there was nothing about sexual harassment in it. Then he told me about the events in the restroom. “Slowly… slowly… you are going ahead of yourself. Show me exactly what happened” I demanded and got up from my chair, walked around my desk and stood close in front of him. I focused on his eyes and looked at him aggressively. Of course he felt unpleasant by my strong appearance. “Show me what happened… don’t summarize the events. You make serious allegations boy. I will decide whether you were harassed or not. Now show me exactly what happened!” I thundered. “This one guy offended me, by calling me a faggot” he blathered. “Okay… faggot. What happened next? Make it real, so I can absorb the whole situation fag!” I ordered. The poor lad experienced the whole degrading situation all over again. “Then one of the two guys hit me” he said. I gave him a strong push with both of my hands and he stumbled backwards. “No… not a push. He hit me in my face!” he exclaimed. “Why didn’t you says that… come back in front of me” and after he moved back to his old spot I slapped his face softly, more like a friendly slap on his cheek. “NO… he really slapped me hard across my face. I hit the wall behi…..” *SLAP* He didn’t know what hit him, but he almost sailed against the back of my office wall and slumbered down finally. He tried to catch his breath and looked at me stunned. “Like that?” I asked with an indifferent look at him. The poor boy held his right cheek and almost cried when he begged me to stop, exclaiming “Do I really have to go through this again?” I explained to him, that if he wanted my opinion, I had to ‘know’ what happened back there. Not just to be told about it. “They asked me then," his voice dropping to a near whisper "if I would suck – cock.” By this point he was staring at the floor in abject humiliation. “So faggot do you? Do you suck cock?” I snickered. “I told them no, but they would not believe it. Instead they forced me to admit it!” "How did the two guys force such a confession out of you?" I asked. "They slapped me, forcefully," he replied. Whereupon received another blow from my hand. “Then one of them, I think his name was Jon, said something about respecting his dick and then… then," now sobbing "I had to touch his junk through his jeans and try to find his glans and lick it.” His eyes were closed as he wept, as if again reliving the horror. When he opened his eyes he saw my bulge straight next to his face. While he was sobbing and crying I had taken my place and demanded him to repeat each and every grip he made. “Oh Gaaaaawd….” he continued wailing, but raised his hands and started to give me a nice massage and realized my cock was hard already. “Lick my cock faggot – let’s keep it real… show me some respect and lick my dick” I grinned while poor Shane started kissing and licking my dickhead through my slacks. For at least a minute he was nursing my dickhead through my pants and kept on massaging it, so I asked if something else happened then. He stopped drooling over my penis and just answered, that both guys left the toilette after that incident, but pressured him again; then he resumed nibbling on my dick. For another ten seconds he continued his act, before realizing he was still degrading himself. He added the thing that happened to him while he ended his break also. With a shocked expression on his face his movements stopped abruptly. “I am sorry…. “ he stared at the wet spot he caused to my pants, because of his spit. He didn’t know he had sucked already some of my precum through the fabric. “Never mind that… get up and let’s sit down on the couch and talk about the things, that happened really….” I suggested. Without helping him up I walked slowly to the couch and turned to him, so he could see me adjusting my cock to a more comfortable position. “SIT!” Shane didn’t even get up yet. His movements were slowly. Obviously the whole situation had worn him totally out. In fact a minute passed before he reached the couch, silently taking a set on the end opposite to my position. From time to time he sobbed desperately. “Let’s start it this way. It was all your fault Shane.” The silence was absolute. “My fault… my fault? I didn’t do anything. I was attacked by those two guys, without giving them any reasons to pick on me” he bawled. “There was no sexual harassment going on Shane. Keep in mind, you are the newest player on the team. The other guys don’t know where you stand. You need to find your place in the pack and I admit, they probably over exceeded things a little bit," (which, I thought to myself, they actually did not), "but you simply could have showed a little bit more resistance. Why didn’t you Shane?” “I was afraid they would beat me up” he admitted. “And that’s why you are in so much trouble now” I told him. “Still I am sure, that nothing worse would have happened…” I continued. “But their cocks were hard. They wanted to rape me….” he interfered. “Now it is already RAPE… interesting Shane. No – their cocks were hard because they got power over you. You are young but you will realize in years to come, that power is a great aphrodisiac. And if you get stimulated, while being bossy it is not a gay thing and it is not rape. It was simply a demonstration to illustrate your position in the pack. But don’t despair. This isn't irreversible. You simply must stand your ground and react in a proper way.” I smiled like a wolf at him, but he took it as a friendly gesture. Continuing I suggested “The next time someone passes out at you, for example making a gesture or something – it is all about the right signal to answer this impudence.” He looked at me with big puppy eyes but didn’t have a clue. “I studied psychology for several semesters," (another of my lies), "and I know about those things. For example – some guy passes you like the one in the stock, with the poking tongue against his cheek…. use a simple form of his gesture and reply with sticking out your tongue…. no not like that, you are not eight years old anymore… No, more like putting the tip against your upper lip… yeah – better… you could even move your tongue around a bit, following your upper lip…. no, just the upper lip,” I advised him. He was really not too bright after asking me if this would really help. “This is all non verbal Shane, he gave you a signal and you expressed your position with your gesture” I replied, adding “Well it will certainly do the trick. He won’t do anything bad” I said thinking to myself 'At least not then and there'. In fact I thought it likely if the other guy found a cozy place behind some pallets or in a toilet stall Shane could prove his fast tongue while sucking on yet another dick. "In any event, Shane, you need to know all the signals and the proper ways to react to them… for example the guy that grabbed his bulge in front of you - that was a pure sign of dominance… the proper way to react would have been to pass him and then simply grab one of your ass cheeks and pull them a bit apart. If it bothers you a lot you could also pull both ass cheeks apart – this way you return a strong signal from your side.” He looked at me puzzled. “Yeah – you would express that you are a fa… fantastic associate who doesn’t need to put up with this and that he should simply look for a place and shove it up the ass. " "I see," Shame commented, "that would be a strong signal indeed. Maybe he would then leave me alone.” “Believe me – if you do this I am sure he won’t bother you again for a while” I snickered, again thinking to myself 'At least not as long until his balls have not recharged'. “There are plenty of other situations and we can analyze them when they happen” I added with a warm smile but cold eyes. "Besides, there will be always occasions like this and it would happen in your life over and over again. You simply need to adjust your responses properly for the occasion," I explained in a soothing voice, adding “Listen, I am really sorry, that the whole thing is pushing you to the edge, but I really think this way all a lack of misunderstanding” “It would be a terrible loss for us, if you would leave us now – if you feel uncomfortable in the employee rest room, there's another rest room we don't use right now, but which I can make available to you. It's in an unused section of the warehouse. There you would have the time to relax and you wouldn’t be bothered by some noises or so. And no one would hear you too,“ I offered adding “I am sure we can work this out if you are just willing to take each and every dick… or Jon or Brian as a new challenge. Let's work these things really deep into your system and I am sure you will grow in person, but you will also help other guys additionally to grow.” 'In their pants' I thought to myself. “So… what’s it gonna be?” I asked, conveying a look that said 'Take it or leave it'. “Can I see the other restroom?” he asked in a subdued voice. I rose, and instructed him to follow me. My bulge was still evident to anyone who looked, Shane and I left the office, encountering a couple of my employees. I'm sure a they noticed the wet spot on my pants, Shane followed me through the store, somehow looking utterly defeated. Looking to give him some encouragement I advised “You've made the right decision, Shane. I will help you grow into something totally new. Just follow my orders… Shane looked back and saw Jon massaging his cock openly through his pants forming the word ‘FAG’. Timidly he reached back and pulled one of his ass-cheeks apart only to see Jon nod in approval. What had he done?

PART 12 As my breathing returned to normalcy and my heart rate slowly came down a little from my fuck high, the guilt started to come back. Three times now. Three loads of hiv cum I have in me now, in less than a week. What was I doing? Why? And even the answer to those questions left me troubled. I did it cuz it felt so good. I did it because after the times when sex had felt wrong or incomplete, it had all of a sudden been all consuming, the hottest experience of my life. Tom was like some sex god that brought out this need. I couldn’t stop thinking of the intense sense that I needed to get fucked - that I desperately needed to get fucked. And the only part I didn’t get is why I had also discovered how much I didn’t just want bareback sex, I wanted Tom to cum in me. He had offered to pull out even. I had asked him not to, even when I knew he was HIV positive. As Tom lay next to me, I think he sensed some kind of battle going on in my head. “What’s my sexy boy thinking about? He has a serious look all of a sudden,” he said gently. What did I say? I tried to think of some way to gloss over it all. Or joke. But then I just thought maybe he was the one guy I could actually talk to about it. “Tom, I don’t know... it’s just, well, until a week ago I was very careful when having sex. But when I met you it just happened so fast. I just ... it’s feels so good when you fuck me, but I am scared about HIV. Like every time, it just feels so good and I get so carried away and want you to cum in me. And...” I fumbled off. He was silent for a moment and then he looked at me and again in a gentle voice said, “So yeah, it has been a big week for you. Lots of firsts. This is a little complicated because I don’t want to tell you what to do here. But I do have some observations. I have been actively gay for many many years and have been with many bottoms. There are 'types' of bottoms. You are the type I call a total bottom, the kind of bottom who cums just from getting fucked. Total bottoms don’t just want to get fucked, they to get fucked. Now, I don’t normally meet guys your age anymore, so I didn't consider your relative inexperience, but then you weren’t completely inexperienced either. Last night and today, knowing I'm HIV positive, you came here. I didn’t chase you down. You came here presumably because the sex felt so good you needed more. For some people, the risk of HIV or living with it is worth it, because the need is so important.” I just nodded as he continued, “Another observation sexy boy, I gave you the choice. I offered to pull out. But you didn’t want me to. Why? Same thing: the need. I can see you fighting it and some guys fight it harder than others. But from my observation, most guys who start taking it bareback don’t stop, finding bareback sex addictive. For example, how would you answer these two questions? Can you imagine going back to using condoms and never feeling what we feel when we are having raw sex like we just did? And can you imagine never having the sensation and knowledge that another mans cum is coating your guts?” The last part Tom said in an exceptionally low and sexy voice. I was already getting hard again. He was so good at pushing my boundaries. I knew it would continue to cause me guilt and that it would take a while to come to terms with - if I ever could, but still what he had said, so much made sense even right then. I hadn’t been able to stay away for even a week. And I did it knowingly and even asked for his cum. And the part that made me braver and feel gulltier at the same time was this, I already wanted him to fuck me again. And I was totally already thinking of his cum shooting into me again. HIV loadnumber four, it would be. I looked down and the talk had had an effect on him too. I didn’t know fully what I wanted to say and knew at some point I would want to talk some more about it, but in the meantime I had something on my mind. And the need totally was overpowering the risk. “Tom, can you... will you cum in me again? Please?” I whispered. Tom just grinned and then leaned into mine and kissed me. I felt his hard cock poking into my torso, and knew I wouldn’t have to wait long to get what I needed.

I believe you may be referring to JJ's Clubhouse bar. I visited the bar a few times and always had a lot of fun that began in the bar and ultimately ended with a few men going back to my hotel room for a good old fashioned gang bang into the wee hours of the morning. As for the truckers and the overpass, they certainly were there at one of the corners of the property. Oh, yes; JJ's was a place to go and no doubt still is.

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Great night at Steamworks. I got bred by 8 guys and then went back to my hotel. Still a horny pig I hooked up with a native African stud with dreds who destroyed me with his huge cock and filled me with a 5 day load

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The wrong beard.. Went to a place by me called clubhouse - 1st time there. It was lunch time. You can take your clothes off and wander around. After securing my stuff in the locker I went into the hallway which is dark as hell, started getting grouped and felt a guy with a beard press up against me told me to meet him in his room.. I was lost in that place but they have rooms in the back you can rent there was three of them open so I went to the first and peeked in to see a bear fucking a twink, walked up to the next and a big burley dude with cock out all greased up told me to come in.. I went over shakin not knowing what to expect he closed the door told me to get on the table. Started kissing my neck and fingering my hole with his finger and what seemed like a Ton of lard. He hopped on the table and mounted me from behind. I swear I thought of those cartoon porns where the big beast mounts an ass and plows him. I think he was a fighter or wrestler. He stuck it in first a sting and than a wave of pleasure as he gained his rythum.. he was sweating like crazy and grunting when he let out a big “fuck yea” this monster unloaded in me for what seemed like 10 minutes of cum spurting into my fuck hole... he got off and sat on the chair putting a towel over his face - he seemed exhausted... I thanked him and he grunted something as I stepped out... as I walked out the room legs shaken and cum dripping down my inner thighs I looked at another bearded man who said “fuck there you are, been waiting for you” he grabbed my hand and led me into his room. That’s when I realized I fucked the wrong man and my ass was in for another pounding..

Had a hot 3 way with two top dads. After some kissing and sucking, Dad 1 was the first inside my ass. Kind of hurt but in a hot way as he gave me a hard, deep missionary fuck with his nice 8 inch cock while I continued to suck Dad 2. After battering my hole for a bit, Dad 1 unloaded in me (and I shot my load too). A little more making out followed, and then I rode Dad 2's slightly smaller cock for a bit. He was very turned on, so it didn't take him long to add a huge load to my hole. Got back on Dad 1's re-energized cock for a little bit before he laid me down and felched some of the cum from my hole. Real hot encounter--I love getting fucked by men old enough to be my father.

The Restroom A delicate flower. Exquisite. Innocent. Ripe. He is looking at me, a gentle boy, soft as goose down, naïve. He shivers a little, eyes wide, deep, dark. I brush his black unkempt hair from his forehead. “Monsieur,” he whispers, a voice like honey. “Yes, boy,” I reply. He doesn’t understand my English. I touch my finger to his lips. He kisses it. Little playful kisses, a game. He grins, a beautiful smile, joyful. He giggles. “Monsieur,” he repeats, and I melt. I kiss his hair. A hint of grease, a tinge of shampoo. Flowers, soap, exotic fruit. He is a smoker, I can tell from his scent. “You’ve never kissed a man, have you?” I tease. He doesn’t understand. I laugh. He laughs too. I lean forward, hold his chin and kiss him. A soft kiss. Mint, beer. His mouth is eager. He groans. Shivers. I hug him, his denim jacket damp. He feels warm, and I kiss his head again. Outside, on the motorway that leads to Paris, the traffic rumbles. Cars and trucks crossing the country, transit, movement. In the restroom it is cold, water drips, scents of piss and disinfectant. My hands are on his back. They travel down. I squeeze his ass. “Oh, goodness,” I mutter. He whimpers. I cup his crotch. He’s big, I can tell. And rock hard. “Show me,” I whisper. “Show me your cock. Take it out and show me.” My tone is flat, firm. He shakes his head, confused. There is Gypsy in him, a darkness. I unzip his fly. He is nervous now. He glances at the door. His anxiety excites me. I am a hunter, and he is my prey. He stands still. Obedient. Frozen. I inch my finger into his fly. It is warm, a little damp. He hisses. I pull on the elastic. His pubic hair is thick and wiry, warm to touch. “Show me,” I repeat. I nod reassuringly. He squirms, a grimace of a nervous smile. His eyes plead, burning with lust, tormented with shame. He squints, then with a final groan he pulls out his cock. I grin. I am lucky. His cock is beautiful. Hard, too hard. So hard it is purple and vascular, uncut, dripping pearls of precum. His cock scents the air, making my mouth water. “Good boy,” I say softly. The Room He came with me. Followed me like a lost puppy. We are in my room now, in my room by the side of the motorway, a bland room. It is private, the door locked, no-one can see, no-one can hear. This is the room where his life will change, the room where our destinies will merge. He trusts me, adores me. I am older than him, a father figure. I want him, and I want to own him, to make him mine. He is undressed now, down to his underpants. Vulnerable and shaking, his skin white, his body a little soft, like a cherub. He hugs himself nervously, his large teen cock tenting in his red briefs. He tries to hide it with both hands. “It’s OK,” I murmur. He shakes his head, and suddenly hugs me. Now it is my turn to gasp and tremble. I almost feel bad, I almost relent. I almost want to extinguish my anger. I toy with making him leave now, leave before I change his life. “It’s ok,” I repeat. I take off my shirt. I am muscular and strong, an older man who works out. He looks at me, he is hungry. I can see it in his eyes. “Tattoo,” he says. I guess the word is the same in French. He runs his fingers over my chest. “Scorpion,” he grins. I laugh. “Yes, a scorpion,” I say nodding. He makes a grimace of approval. “Good,” he says in thickly accented English. “Yes, good,” I say. “Maybe. But they bite.” He shakes his head, confused. My Cock, Harbinger “Look,” I tell him. I drop my trousers, I unhook my massive cock from my briefs. I am conscious I haven’t showered. Yet the thought of the boy’s virgin lips on my ripe cock head excites me. It will be part of his defilement, part of the fall. His eyes widen. My cock is so hard. I flex it, I want to impress him. “Your first taste of cock,” I say, more to myself. He is looking at me like a kitten. I press down on his shoulders, and he collapses to his knees, my cock pressed to his sweet nose. He breathes in, intoxicated, drunk on my scent. I motion for him to stick out his tongue. He shakes his head, his mouth slack. I rub my uncut cock head on his lips. He makes a low growl. A little trail of precum glistens like lip balm. I cry out in sweet joy as his mouth opens and he takes most of my cock. He splutters and gurgles. My toxic seed awakens in my balls. Soon, my beauties. Soon. The Bed He is lying face down on the hotel bed, an offering, a sacrificial lamb. My French, Gypsy boy. His ass is soft, plump, hairless, white. I caress it, it’s beautiful, warm. I encourage him to hold open his cheeks, exposing the prettiest hole, forcing him to co-operate in his own degradation. He is exposed, his most private place on view, his balls hanging. I lower myself to lick him, man tongue on teen-hole, a heavenly tang, a taste of heaven. He is groaning, arching, a young virgin bitch in heat. He gasps into the pillow. I dare to introduce my finger, marvelling at the warm, tight sensation. I need to be inside him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur, my cockhead pressed to his pink hole. Purple flesh on white skin. He is squirming, trying to reach behind him. I take his hand in mine. “Relax,” I hiss. I hold a bottle of poppers to his nose. “Breathe.” He cries out, but my cock slides inside without mercy, gripped by velvet. I cannot hide my cruelty, my mask falls. I laugh, mockery in my tone. He cannot tell, he is in a trance, the trance of an 18-year-old with a big cock up his ass for the first time. I force more poppers into his sweet nose. He is open now, loose and damp. Conception I am close, my cock raw, swollen and dangerous. I fuck so hard that the bed is creaking. He sweats and writhes, his boy’s face screwed up, contorted in sweet agony. He laughs and groans. “It’s time,” I hiss, I feel my cum swirling, an ache that delights. I cannot hold it. “Fuck!!!” I scream, my seed shooting out of me, deep inside him. Potent seed. Bad seed. He turns round to kiss me, the face of an angel, eyes sparkling with life and bliss. It is done. I pull out, and my seed drips out, milky and alive. I lean forward and lick the foam. It is done.

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

PART 13 Tom broke off the kiss and looked down at me. “You sexy little stud. I am so lucky you walked by my door. I am gonna keep that little boyhole so happy. And so full,” he whispered. I just nodded up at him. He grabbed me a little rougher than normal and flipped me over grunting “I want to see my cock going in and out of my boy's hole.” He was stroking his already hard cock. Instinctively, I arched my back and went ass up and head down, completely offering my already fucked and cum slick cunt up to him. My legs were spread and my hole was totally exposed, as he started sliding his cock up and down my crack, teasing me. Then he gripped the base of his massive cock and began running tiny circles over my rosebud with his cockhead. It was driving me crazy and i was bucking back to try to get it inside me. Finally, so hungry and teased I couldn’t take it, emotion took over and I practically cried out for it, “Please fuck me!” And with that I felt the pressure increase and my hole began to open up and accept Tom’s beautiful penis. He went slow but steady, and it was a little hard to take but the cum he had already shot into me slickened it up. The fullness increased and I fell into ecstasy again. He was going slow but fucking me with deeper and longer strokes. It felt incredible and I pushed out my hole to try to get even More of him inside me. “My cock looks so fucking hot going in and out if you Chris. Your tight little boy butt. It’s like magic just pulling the cum out of me. I can’t help it. You are gonna make me shoot again. Is that what you want?” he asked in that whisper-moan of his that drove me crazy. “I want it! I want it please!”, I practically yelled. The strokes were longer even, all the way until the point where his head alone was wrapped around my ring and then all the way in balls deep, slowly and steadily. “You want to take another poz load, sexy boy? Is that it? You need that special cum inside your hole, don’t you? Don't you? Deep in your little boy hole,” he grunted. And I lost it. The lust overpowered me and I found myself answering him, “Fuck yes I need it. I fucking need it in me. Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me.” Who knows how many times I repeated the last part. He sped up and he was driving deep. It hurt but I didn’t care. The sharp pain of his cock stabbing my guts almost made it feel even better. And then he drove extra deep and his HIV positive sperm erupted into my eager and begging hole. And I had begged. He had asked me and I had begged him to do it. And I wanted it. At that moment all that mattered was that I was his bottom and he had just shared his sperm with me. Given me his seed. He collapsed on top of me. “Please stay in me," I whimpered. “My baby boy already addicted to man cum in his hungry little boy hole. My sexy baby boy,” as I felt him throb inside me as he tried to milk every drop of cum into me that he could. And my mind flashed quickly HIV load number four now. But instead of fear, I was thinking of load number five, which I knew I would need. And need soon. The hunger was just growing. The need to get fucked. And to be bred.

PART 11 I was huffing away on that brown bottle when Tom’s tongue started teasing my hole. Just the tip of his tongue, lightly licking and tapping my hole. Even when I pushed back, he pulled back, clearly letting me know who was in charge. However, as I was totally poppered-up, my hole demanded more attention. “Tom, please stop teasing me,” I cried out. But he just kept it up, teasing my hole, bringing me to ecstasy, but in a deliciously torturous way. “Keep hitting that bottle, baby boy,” was the only thing he paused to say. Minutes passed, my ass involuntarily bucking, frantic for more. But Tom continued teasing me, tickling and tapping on my hole, but never diving in and devouring it. And I kept it up with the poppers. And my cock was like steel. And I couldn’t take it. It was too much. All of the buildup that derived from having been awake much of the night, thinking about and dreaming of the sheer lust that the though of Tom brought out of me. The play room, the poppers, and most of all, the teasing rimming of my oh, so sensitive little boy hole. An all but atavistic part of my character made its presence known. It was my true self. My uninhibited totally man-drunk gay self, the primal part of me that needed man sex, absolutely needed it. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please fucking fuck me right now. I need you. I need you to fuck me, “ I gasped in a voice somewhere between a cry and a moan. I practically was crying. I had never wanted anything like I wanted to get fucked right then and there. Getting fucked was the only thing in the world that mattered. So much that I went on to add, “I don’t care if you don’t use a condom. You can cum in me. Just please please don’t... I can’t wait. I need it. I need it.” Tom was up in an instant and flipped me over on my back, while simultaneously pulling my ass right to the edge of the bed. I grabbed the pillows for my head like he had taught me, so I could sniff the poppers while he fucked me. I watched him squirt some lube on his palm and start to work his rock hard cock over. I thought the image to be incomparably beautiful. So manly looking and sexy - when his cock was all slick. I remember thinking how I would hate to see an ugly condom replace that gorgeous, greased-up flesh. Then I could feel his fingers working my hole, gently lubing me up. One of the amazing things about Tom, especially to an 18 year old high school kid, was that he never got too rough. By being forceful and pushing me and pushing me, but not hurting me, it always made me want to try more. I knew it might hurt a little but would always end up feeling great. Anyway, my hole now suitably lubed, and his giant cock glistening, it was his turn to speak. “Is my baby boy ready? Ready to feel my cock inside him? Ready to have his little hole fucked nice and deep?” Tom asked in a low voice. “I’m so ready. Please Tom!” I cried out. “If Chris really wants it all he needs to do is take three deep hits in each nostril. Then I can put this huge dick up Chris’s asshole, just like Chris needs me too,” Tom whispered in that sexy tone that made me melt. I hit that bottle and was in orbit when I felt his cock pushing against my hole. The poppers and, well, my eagerness made It a little easier this time, as he popped thru my ring. Neither of us spoke as he slowly worked his cock into me. Not even waiting to come down, I was hitting the poppers again. Soon I was being properly fucked as Tom’s cock was driving deeper and deeper. My eyes had remained locked on Tom’s. As he would push deeper, I would keep hitting the poppers, trying to accept all of his massive cock into my young hole. Finally breaking up the sound of my grunts and moans, he whispered “Chris, I want to ask you something. You said a few minutes ago that I could cum in you. Is it just because you think I like it or does my sexy boy like it too?” It wasn’t like I weighed my answer or the consequences or anything. I just told the truth. “I like it. I don’t know why but I think about it a lot. I just.... I just....” I couldn’t finish. “It scares you. Shhh....don’t be scared baby. You like it right? You like it that I don’t use a condom. That you can feel the heat of my skin. And most of all, that I will cum inside you. I think you love it, “ he whispered, his face a foot from mine. I was totally going off on poppers and had Tom’s giant cock slowly working in and out of me, with porn going off in the background, so my brain was losing the battle. “I do, I do love it. But I’m... I don’t know what... what about HIV?” I asked meekly. I already knew the answer. This was round three of raw sex with Tom. I had crossed that bridge, but was perfectly willing to encourage Tom to fan the flames. “My sexy boy, my amazing boy. Feel me inside you, both of us making each feel so good, bonded skin to skin. I want you so badly Chris. I want to share myself with you. All of me. I want to cum in you so badly, to fill you up with my sperm. So I’m in you forever. A part of you forever,” he said. And now he backed away from my face a little and started fucking me harder. “Four hits Chris. Four hits each side,” he grunted and I knew what he meant. A minute later and again he grunted, “Four hits each side sexy. Go on.” At this point he was pounding me. I was grunting and getting my breath knocked out as he drove balls deep over and over. “So close. So fucking close. Huge load baby. Huge load for you. It’s all yours if you ask for it. You know it’s worth it. You know you fucking need it. Just ask me. Just ask me for my cum,” he muttered as he pummeled my boy pussy. As if the the poppers and his cock weren't enough, his words broke me. “Fill me up. Fucking fill me up. Cum in me. Cum in me. I don’t care. I don’t care. It’s worth it. Just please do it. Give me your cum. I do. I need it. I need it,” I begged. And it was true. I begged. I begged an HIV positive man would ejaculate all the cum his balls contained into my hole. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah my sexy boy, my perfect little sexy bottom.... fuck yeah. Fucking close. Fucking close. Gonna shoot. Here it comes. Fuck yeah!!! Take that hot fucking sperm,” he cried out. I will admit to a flash of guilt at that moment but most of all, I was in bliss. Tom had collapsed on my body, his breath coming in heaves, my arms around him, his hard cock still inside my hole, still pulsating. Oh, and he had just flooded me with his cum. I never wanted the moment to end. Neither did Tom, as he was in no hurry to pull out. Nor did I want him to. And I most definitely didn't want a drop of his semen to leak out of my ass. I wanted to keep it in me. His sperm was somehow precious, and therefore needed to be treated with reverence. As the two of us lay there, lost in sweat, heat, cum and exertion, another thought recurred: I hoped Tom wanted me to stay. And then another very pragmatic thought crossed my mind: How many times could Tom fuck me in a day?

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

IV The elevator doors finally open. Theres a 6’1 190lb built blond clean cut military looking guy in grey gym cloths with his phone out. My heart skips a beat and my legs temporarily don’t work from being stunned by how masculine and sexy he is. I quickly notice he’s half hard dick is buldging though his grey gym shorts. His dick looks massive. Oh my god, i can barely move and take my eyes off his dick print. I look up and see his pump and wet red lips and piercing blue eyes. His arms are muscular and have thick blond hair. I finally find myself and step into the elevator. He’s looking passed me. Someone else is approaching and about to enter the elevator from behind me. I shuffle to the side to let them in. The blond, strangely, makes no attempt to get out and instead reaches his hand out to greet this new addition to the elevator. I finally catch get sight of the new addition. It’s another strikingly handsome guy. About 5’10, 170 lbs, dark features, dark hair, big brown eyes, he’s latin, Brazilian maybe. He’s also in gym shorts, tank top, and flip flops. He has tattoos all over his arms and is also very hairy with scruffy facial hair. The two of them shake hands. the bond says “hey, I’m Nick, nice to meet you.. good timing” the Brazilian introduces himself “Carlos here.” They shake hands and then stand next to each other. All three of us are standing side by side. I take a step forward and reach forward to hit floor 10. I know they can see my wet ass. I feel liquid dripping down my leg and know my ass and inner thighs are probably soaked through. So much cum dipping out.. I step back in line with them and notice they don’t hit any number. They must be on the same floor. Then I catch out of the corner of my eye Carlos has his right hand down the ass of Nicks loose shorts. Is he fingering his hole?! My dick jumps. G’damn they’re hot. Nick reaches up and starts rubbing the back of Carlos’s neck. I feel the blood rushing to both my dick and my face. I feel like I'm in a wet dream. I notice Carlos is starting to budge in his shorts also. I cant help but to look over at them. I want to see nicks lips and face again. I glance. Carlos is looking at my budge, and Nick makes eye contact with me. What the fuck is going on. Lust is in the air. I feel like we’re all in heat. I look down to confirm Carlos is fingering Nicks hole. Yep.. and they’re both getting fully hard. I reach down to adjust my dick to the side. My heart is pounding. I involuntarily lick my lips. As i adjust my dick Carlos reaches down and grabs my hand and my dick and gives it a squeeze. My mouth falls open and let out a low “ahh”. This is happening. Nick asks “what room are you in?” i respond “1016, you?” “1028.. come with us for a bit..” the elevator door chimes open on the 10th floor. Nick steps out. Carlos gives my dick/hand one more squeeze and holds my arm to pull me after them. As they slide the keycard into the lock I hear loud sniffing from under the door. What is that? We open the door and we’re greeted by a massive white husky dog. It hops up and puts its paws on Nicks chest and licks his neck. This dog is giant. Then it does the same to me. I grab its center body and rub his sides a bit while he’s licking me. The dog is awkwardly boned up from the excitement. While I’m rubbing / hugging the dog, Carlos reaches down to the dogs dick and squeezes it lightly, “woof” he says and the looks up at me and smiles. Strange behavior but I smile back at Carlos, mainly because he's so beautiful. I let the dog down. Nick and Carlos waste no time ripping his shirts off and revealing their muscular color contrasting bodies. Nick has nice blond chest hair and a quite a lot of fur down his happy trail. Carlos is not very hairy up top but his happy trail, legs, and arms are furry. They both have quite a few tattoos. Nothing too notable except both have similar paw print tattoos and sharp almost tribal patterns. Carlos grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard. His tongue feels amazing. Nick starts unbuttoning my pants at the same time. My pants fall to the floor. I know they’re wet from the jjizz and blood. Nick says “mm just as i thought, you’ve been taking loads, eh?” I am embarrassed but distracted by Carlos's mouth. Nick takes my dick in his mouth and at the same time pulls Carlos’s shorts down. Nick is servicing both of us. It’s all too amazing. Nick then gets up, goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm we towel. He wipes my legs and ass, cleaning me up a bit. “now you’re fuckabale again” he says. Carlos leads me to the bed, and forcefully pushes me face down onto it and barks “get on your hands and knees. Show me your hole” i feel like there’s nothing I can do but comply. When did I become so submissive? I raise my ass in the air. Carlos spits on my asshole and slides his finger in. He says to Nick “he’s still so slippery.. the pup is going to love this..” The pup? Nick climbs on the bed while Carlos is eating my ass. Nick puts his hard hairy dick in my face. He’s at least 8” and very thick. It has hair almost half way up its shaft and heavy large pink balls under it. Nick grabs the back of my head and jams it down my throat. I gag and spit all over his pubes. He starts to face fuck me and moan. After about 10 thrusts i push him out of my mouth. His dick glistens with my spit and I can see precum starting to emerge from the dickhole. He grabs his dick and jerks it a few times. The precum almost drips off and then he wipes it with his index finger and puts the finger in my mouth. It’s slick and salty. It’s all too much. My dick is also throbbing. Carlos is probing my ass and scratching at my prostate. Nick jams his dick back in my mouth. I try to suck and swallow more precum. Nick calls out “Duke.. come here, boy..” Nick tells Carlos “let him investigate” I’m confused but can barely think straight with Nicks dick sliding in an out of my mouth. I want to taste his load. Then I feel a cold wet sponge press up against my asshole. Then it breaths and a giant warm tongue licks from my hanging balls up and into my hole. It feels amazing. The dog is licking my hole? What the fuck is going on? I try to turn my head to see what’s happening at my ass and Nick grabs my head and continues to force fuck my mouth. Carlos asks nick “he’s definitely ready to fuck.. will he just get up on him or do i need to help?” Nick responds “get up here boy.." and reaches over me. He grabbed Dukes front paws and pulls him on top of me. Are they trying to get the dog to fuck me? It’s all happening so fast. Then I feel it. The dogs dick slides into my ass and he immediately starts thrusting. Its dick is swelling. I try to squirm away from the dog and Nick but thrusts harder. Im about to pass out. I feel the dick in my ass throb and swell. It’s shooting is load in me. Fuck. Carlos eggs it on “good boy.. that’s hot.. nut deep boy” The dog stops and pulses. It’s flooded my guts. I am so turned on and disgusted with myself at the same time. My dick is betraying me rational thinking, overpowering me with lust. I want this. With each pulse my dick edges closer to cumming. Then I feel Duke trying to dismount. His blood-filled knot is stuck in me. Duke pulls harder and successfully rips out of my ass. My hole gapes. I feel the cool air all the way in my stomach. Carlos says “Duke really loaded you good.” Carlos replaces Duke, sliding his fat uncut dick in with ease. He’s fucking the dogs load deeper into my body. I want him to. He is about to make me cum just by fucking. Then I feel Nick’s dick swell. He’s about to shoot in my mouth. He slides balls deep and holds it there for a second. I can smell my spit in his trimmed pubes and all the wetness on my face, against his body. He pulls out and then shoves balls deep into my throat again. The bottom of his dick starts to flex. He’s coming down my throat. Nick moans and grabs the back of my head harder. I am forced to swallow as fast as i can. It sets me over the edge and I involuntarily start to cum also. Carlos is fucking my prostate so hard I cant stop cumming. Its too powerful. Then I feel carlos start to speed up. He starts to growl and moan as he fucks full speed. He's also climaxing. He pushes me forward onto my stomach. Nicks dick falls out of my mouth. Carlos lays ontop of me while he continues to throb and come down from his climax. We’re all breathing heavily. Carloss dick slowly deflates. He slides out of my ass. I grab the used wet towel and wipe off. I look at the dog. It’s staring at me. It knows i wanted it’s seed. Nick tells me he’s here for a few days and that we should hang again. I write my number down and head to my hotel room. The last 12 hours have changed me forever.

Has anyone ever sucked off a family memb? My first time was when my daughter had just given birth to her second son. I was babysitting my grandson while her man was visiting them in the hospital. He came home. Grandson was asleep. We watched a Knick game, had a few beers. I fell asleep on couch. I woke up a little later. He is watching porn. His BBC is out and he’s stroking it. I just stare at it. He catches me staring. Asks me if I like sucking cock. I said that as a matter of fact, I enjoy it! He said come over here and work this dick! I’ve been sucking him two or three times a week for the last 6 years. He wants to fuck me. Should I let him?

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

1. Aiden I first saw Jay on a Friday night, early October. I was out at a club, standing by the side of the dance floor, watching the endless parade of bright young things. Tonight, it seemed a little more college boys, a little less desperate twenty-something actors. I didn't really care that much about the crowd. It was a mixed night, and I was already too busy defending myself against horny drunk girls, much less trying to separate the gay boys from the straight men. But first, I should probably back up and introduce myself. I'm Aiden. I'm fifty years old, and I've been in that other industry since I was twenty. We never call it anything other than "The Industry," if we even call it anything at all. Activists might call it "sex work" in an effort to give it legitimacy or make it seem more glamorous than it really is. But there is nothing glamorous about the life of a boy selling his body. In order to survive, you must become someone not quite human. You must become a creature who just enacts the core human emotions like empathy, love, and care. You can't survive with real emotions. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up and graduated. I'm no longer one of the boys. I'm a pimp, and now I get to own the boys. It's not an accident that we call it owning; it's about as close to slavery as it gets these days. It sounds cruel, but I believe it is better this way. It's easier on the boys in the long run if they understand that they are possessions, things to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. The entire process is easier for a bottom, of course. They already understand that they are just vessels for another man's pleasure. Yeah, I said man there. It's a straight boy's fantasy to be paid by women for sex. It. Does. Not. Happen. For men, the Industry is only about man on man, and the sooner a so-called straight boy figures that out, the better for him. In the Industry, we call that process "breaking a boy." The best of us pimps can do it in our sleep. Once you get the hang of it, it's easy, and for me, it came naturally. Of course, it's never easy for the boy. It is always a struggle for a boy to accept his position in the Industry. Back to the night at hand. I had a vodka and cranberry in my hand; I had been nursing it slowly enough that the ice had melted, leaving it weak and watery. I was waiting for the boys to start to approach me. It might take a second or third drink, but they always did. They might claim to be straight, but it didn't matter. Straight boys don't approach fifty year old men in a club. Only gay boys do, and those are only the ones with serious daddy issues. Jay approached me right as I was thinking about ditching my drink and getting another one. The first thing I noticed was his glasses. It was unusual to see a guy out at the club with glasses, much less the striking blue frames he had on. The second thing I noticed was that he was holding a drink. I wondered how he had gotten the drink; he barely looked old enough to fuck, much less to be able to get a drink. No doubt he had a fake ID. Before I got him naked, I'd have to see his real ID. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I replied. I smiled, letting him see my teeth. "Having a good night?" "Yeah," he said. "First time here. It's great." "Cool. I'm Aiden," I said. "Jay," he replied. He held out his hand, and I shook it. His skin was soft and warm. He had an easy life and hadn't gained the rough skin and calluses of manual labor. "You here alone? Or are you with friends?" "I was here with friends. But I seem to have lost them." He looked around again, in a feeble effort to find them amidst the crowd. "I was talking to a girl, and I guess they moved on." I tried not to laugh. He may have been talking to a girl, but that wasn't what he really needed. "Cool. What happened to her? She still around?" "Somewhere," he said, looking around the club again. He focused on the dance floor, and pointed someone out. "There she is. The Asian chick." I followed his finger the best I could. There was a cute Asian girl; dressed in a way that screamed money. I looked Jay over again. She wasn't completely out of his league. At about 6'1", he was a few inches taller than me and his tight graphic t-shirt showed off his muscular body well. But, even from the few words we had exchanged, I could tell he was still young, naive and unfamiliar with talking to girls. "She's cute," I said. "You like Asian girls?" "I dunno," he said. "It all depends on the girl." "What do you like?" "Oh. You know. A little shorter than me. Not too big. Not really a breast man." Or, I thought, he likes his girls boyish. It was already clear that he liked his men to be daddies. "I need another drink," I said. "You want one?" "Yeah, that would be great." "This way," I said. He followed me to the bar. "How long have you been in LA?" I asked as we got in line. "A little over a month," he said. "I'm a freshman at USC." I wasn't surprised. He had the good looks of someone who had spent his entire life never worrying about money. He anticipated my next question. "I grew up outside of Denver." He also had the rugged build of someone for whom the outdoors was easy to get to. "What about you?" "Been here for too long," I said. "Moved here when I was eighteen. Grew up in rural Missouri." I didn't want to give too many details. It was my job to know everything about his life; it was just as important that I remain an enigma to Jay. "What do you do?" "I work in the industry." He didn't need to know which industry it was; I knew he would assume it was the entertainment industry. That was not too far from the truth. "Oh cool. I want to be a producer." "A lot of my good friends do that." Despite changes in social mores, Hollywood was still surprisingly old-fashioned. At least once a week, a producer would call me needing a "new friend" for some celebrity needing some play time without the tabloids finding out. Or they wanted something more reliable than what they could find themselves. The line was moving quicker than I expected. It wasn't long before we were nearly there. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" "Well. My ID says I am. And it's a vodka and soda." "Good answer," I said. "For both." I'd really have to see his ID before anything happened. I didn't worry about alcohol. No one would prosecute for just giving an under-age kid a drink. But sex, well, that was a totally different story. "Two Grey Goose and soda." "Nice," Jay said. "Been drinking well tonight." This was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I would show him a little bit of the good life, and get him used to it. "I'm here on a scholarship," he continued. He had pulled it off well. But then I looked him over again. The subtle flaws that I had missed when I had first examined him were obvious now that I knew to look for them. The shirt, although fashionable, had the awkward drape I associated with a knock-off. His glasses were the same: the color wasn't perfect, and there were some hard edges to the design that I associated with a cheap chain store. Call it Lenscrafters chic. The barrel just got smaller, and the fish bigger. It would be easier than I expected. I handed him his drink. "Cheers," I said. He didn't flinch from my gaze as we clinked glasses. "To success," I said, not specifying what success constituted. I was already running through a list of old friends of mine who would want to have first crack at the young man's ass. "Success," he replied. He was smiling; I wondered what success meant for him tonight. In the end, it didn't really matter what he wanted. So much of what I was going to do with him was going to be about teaching him what he wanted. Yeah, there would always be that initial spark of desire from him; he had shown it in spades. But there was a lot I was going to get to teach him, and in turn, mold it into a core part of not just his sexuality, but also his own identity. We took a sip of our drink, and scanned the crowd. It was a busy night, and on the dance floor, beautiful members of both sexes were out having a good time. As the night wore on, more of the boys were shirtless. Not only that, more of them no longer cared who they were grinding against. It could have been a girl, it could have been a boy. "Fun night," Jay continued. I nodded in agreement. My pocket buzzed. The vibration was just enough to set off my dick. I had been keeping my thoughts high and abstract. But the sudden stimulation jerked me back to the present, and I wondered what his green eyes would look like, staring up at me as his lips were wrapped around my cock. "One second," I said, and pulled out my phone. "Crystal ParTy tonight," it began. It was from my friend ****, who was just as his messages. "One am. Intercontinental, Rm 1902. Bring yourself. Bring a good boy. Bring a friend." "Looking forward. I've got both." I texted back. "$ounds good. eVeryThing covered here." My dick throbbed again. Jay was going to get quite the introduction tonight. I turned to the young man, even if it meant looking up at him. "Friend is having a party. Wanna come with me?" "Where?" he asked, but even in the dim light, his pupils dilated enough to be noticed. "Downtown. I'll get us an Uber." "Awesome," he said. He moved a little closer to me and his lips pursed slightly at the end, like he was waiting for a kiss. Unfortunately, the moment passed. I knew what I needed to do. "Follow me," I said, drinking down the rest of my drink quickly. He followed, gulping down the stiff drink. If I had timed it right, we'd be in the car when the alcohol hit him. "First, text your friends where you're going. Party at the intercontinental hotel." I pulled out the phone again, and held it in front of us. "Quick selfie. My friend wants to see you." I'd also use it to run a fast auction of first breeding rights. The first one turned out perfect, and then Jay wanted one as well. He took a few before the deciding on the best one. "Memories of a fun night," he said. "Hopefully, it is just beginning, I said. "You should send it to your friend as well, so they know I'm not a psycho creeper." I could see him blush, but again, he also moved closer to me. He quickly texted someone. I was close enough I could read the text. "New friend I met. Invited me to a party downtown. See you tomorrow." "Thanks," Jay said, as he hit send. "For thinking of me. I wouldn't have even thought about it." I wondered what his friends would think of the picture. A young man and a much older man. My beard, although still thick, was more silver than brown now, and the wrinkles on my face were becoming more prominent. But perhaps they had already figured out what Jay was just discovering. "It's fine," I said. I didn't tell him how this was an important part of the process. He needed to trust me, to think that I put him first and looked out for his best interests. But I only looked out for my interests. "It's fun to party and meet new people. But remember, not everyone is on the up and up. Not everyone has your best interests at heart." Just like me, I thought. I didn't have to worry about his friends knowing I had taken him somewhere. By the time things got really dangerous, he'd be begging me for it. The best times, they begged me to drug them, to breed them, to infect them. "One second," I said, as I sent a quick text attached to the picture of the two of us. "Fresh meat. Tonight only. Bidding starts at two." I sent it to three of my old friends, Rod, Steven, and Alex. Each of them had a fondness for younger boys, and each of them absolutely loved the idea of deflowering a freshly-minted man. "200," Rod texted back. A few seconds later, Steven replied. "250." "Wanna head out?" I asked Jay. "We can get a cab there." "Sure," he said. I walked towards the exit. I made it a point not to turn around for the first few steps. I knew he would follow me, and he did. He kept close enough to me that I could feel his body heat. I turned around at the steps down off the dance floor. "Need some help," I asked and offered him my hand. He nodded, and I helped him down on to the sticky concrete floor. I thought I detected just the hint of a stagger; the alcohol was just beginning to hit. Hopefully the full rush wouldn't be far off. I had taken the side exit, right by the exit no one knew about. It was just a few steps before we were out in the warm night. "I'll get a uber," I said, and pulled out my phone again. I called for a car, then check the many messages I had received. The bidding was going nicely. "300," then "350", and then "400", quickly followed by "500." In just a few messages, it jumped to 750, and it now was at 90. That one had come in just a few minutes ago. As I unlocked the phone a new message came in. It was from Rod. "1300, with pozzing privileges." There were two things Rod loved more than anything. The first was deflowering young men. The second was infecting them with HIV. "Pozzing is on the table? 1500." Steven also loved spreading his virus. "Hell yeah. 1750," Alex sent me. Alex also enjoyed sharing his virus. My old friends were twisted, nasty men. "2000," Steven replied. "2500," Rod answered back. Jay was going to make me a lot of money, and it wasn't even his first official day on the job. "I'm out," Alex texted the four of us. "Me too. Rod's a lucky pervert," Steven wrote back. "You win," I texted Rod. "I'll swing by and pick you up." "Sounds good to me." I checked the app. The car was still about five minutes away. "Five minutes," I said to Jay. We had stepped out onto a side street and it was dark and quiet. Despite being right in the middle of the busy section, we felt quite alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys and wallet. From my wallet, I extracted a small bag of white powder. "You ever had a skiing trip?" I asked, indicating the bag. "Skiing?" Jay replied, his face showing his confusion. "You know. Cocaine. Coke." I put the wallet away, and used the key to my front door to scoop up a little mound of the white powder. I snorted it quickly. "Fuck, that feels good." I rubbed my nose quickly. "You want to try?" "I...I...I dunno. Never done it before." He hesitated, but kept on watching me. He was interested, I could tell. "I mean. What's it like?" "You smoked pot?" He nodded. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yeah, molly sometimes." "That's good. It's like molly. Only you're stronger. You're fearless." "I just," he started, but never completed the thought. "Just one hit," I said. "See if you like it. Don't worry. You won't get addicted from one little bump." "You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I also stuck the key back in the bag and pulled out another bump. It was smaller than the one I had done, but for a beginner, it was still plenty large enough. "I mean, I can just..." "Try it?" I said, finishing his sentence. He nodded. "Yeah. You should." I held out the key with its white payload. "Just snort it up." Jay leaned in, pushed a finger against one nostril, and snorted. He snorted a bit longer than necessary. "Damn," he said, right after. "That burns." He trailed off just as an uncontrollable smile of bliss emerged on his face. "But, fuck." He trailed off again, lost in his little private world of pleasure as the cocaine got absorbed by his blood, and delivered to his brain. "It's nice. Just relax. Cab is almost here. If you want, you can do another bump when we're on our way." "Yeah," Jay said. "That's a good idea. This is nice." Another euphoric moan of contentment. "Thanks. Really nice." "Enjoy it," I said. I pulled out my phone. "The boy need any vitamin G?" Rod had texted me. "Why the fuck not?" I wrote back quickly. I turned my attention back to Jay. "A friend of mine wants to join us. Gonna swing by his place, if that's cool." "Oh, yeah, that's cool." Jay was still spinning a bit from the cocaine. My dick twitched, watching Jay ride the first waves of the high. The ease of convincing him to use cocaine meant that all the next steps would be easy. It would not be long before Rod's thick, infected dick was deep inside of him, dripping toxic pre-cum. A white Prius pulled up. I checked the plates; not that I needed to, it was the epitome of Uber-ness. "Here's our ride," I said. I opened the door for Jay. He got in, but I still had to help him. I crawled in after him, as he scooted over to the far side. "9255 Doheny. The tall one." Rod was only about fifteen minutes away. "Good night?" I asked, as we pulled away and into the warm California night. "Yeah," he said. "Pretty busy." I pulled out the baggie, and Jay scooted a bit closer to me. "You mind?" I asked. "Nah. Have fun." "You want?" I asked. "Damn, I wish. I but I gotta drive." I scooped out a big mound. Jay's naiveté was once more working in my favor. He had no idea about doses, much less what his dose should be. The mound was big, perhaps a little bigger than even I would want to start with. It would be just right for Jay. "For you," I said. "Fuck," Jay said, eyeing the mound. He knew it was larger than his last bump, but he had no measure for how it would affect him. "Yeah," he grunted as he leaned in and snorted the mound. "OH. FUCK," he said out, filling the interior of the small cars with his grunts of pleasure. "Newbie?" the driver asked. "Yeah," I said. I scraped another bump, not quite as big as Jay's, and did it. I took a look at Jay; his eyes were wide, and I knew he was flying. I was just nicely buzzed; I would wait for the party before I got properly high. Besides, Rod had promised a bit of G, and I had to be the responsible adult, taking care of Jay. "Doing ok there, Jay?" I asked him. "Oh yeah," he said. "Feels so good," he said. I smiled, and put my hand on his thigh. He was fidgeting a bit, and I held his leg in place. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." "I know," Jay said. His leg stopped shaking, but I could feel the tension still in his body. "It's just hard," he started. "To let go?" I asked, anticipating his next words. "Yeah," he said. I just nodded in agreement. My own bump was kicking in, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. I wanted to see Jay naked. I wanted to see cock sliding into his hole. I wanted to see him bred. But all that needed to wait. It just needed to wait a few agonizing minutes. The traffic was surprisingly light and we were doing good time towards Rod's place. It gave me an excuse; I pulled out my phone and called him. "Yeah. Almost there. Less than 5 away. We'll be downstairs," I said. "I've got the Vitamin G. Mixed it in some Gatorade," Rod said. That was what Jay couldn't hear. "Yeah, bring that. We need something to drink," I said. That was the part that Jay could hear. "See you soon." "That your friend?" Jay asked. "What's he like? What's his name again?" "Rod. Rod Eisenman," I said. I flicked through my phone, trying to find a picture of Rod suitable to show the young man. Most of them were him fucking some hot young boy's mouth or ass. "He's cool. I think you'll like him." I finally found one, him shirtless at some street fair, a pair of thin black suspenders holding up his pants. Whether it was intentional or not, I noticed the top button of his pants was undone. "He looks like a cool dad. The one you can't quite believe is actually a dad." "Yeah, that's a good way to describe him." We were pulling up to Rod's place. "Just pull in under the awning." There was no one else, so I figured we would wait. I rolled down the window to see out better. It was less than a minute before Rod walked out of the front door, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition to the G-laced Gatorade, it would have some lube, a cockring or two, plus a pipe and a stash of tina. Rod was prepared for everything, except for safer sex. He walked around, and got in on Jay's side of the car. Jay got the middle seat. "Hi," Rod said. "I'm Rod. You must be Jay." Rod put the backpack on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you." "Good to meet you too. Aiden's been telling me a bit about you." "All set?" I asked Rod and Jay. They both nodded. "W hotel. On the boulevard," I told the driver. "Right on," he said. Rod reached down into the bag, and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. "Ready for your Vitamin G?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. "And I'm sure Jay will want some. How much is in there?" "I put in three doses." "Perfect," I said. I reached over Jay, and took the bottle of Gatorade from Rod. I opened it and began to drink the sweet liquid. I could just barely taste the bitterness of the GHB. "Vitamin G? Doses?" Jay asked. The alcohol was wearing off, but the cocaine was still making his head spin. "What's that." "Oh," Rod said. "Just some G in the Gatorade. You done it before?" Jay shook his head no. It was one more new thing for Jay to explore this weekend. "You'll love it. Makes you feel warm and happy. Takes the edge off of the cocaine." I drank about a third of the bottle and then I passed it back to Rod. He quickly drank his third, before handing it to Jay. "Your turn. Just drink up," Rod said. The young man hesitated for a moment. Like I had earlier, Rod put his hand on Jay's leg. "Come on. We are all in this together. We'll look out for you." It was as much the tone as the content of Rod's words that got Jay to put the bottle back to his lips and gulp down. "Nice," Rod said. I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off of Jay's thigh. I didn't mind. Rod was paying over two thousand dollars for the pleasure of deflowering Jay. It was bad service to deny him the implicit pleasures of holding the boy's hand. Besides, as soon as Jay was done with the bottle he put his hand on top of Rod's. "How are you feeling?" Rod asked Jay. There was a kindness in his voice, one that I recognized well. It was the tone he used when he was trying to convince a boy to do things. Things like have bareback sex with him or to blast his seed into the boy's body. "Good," Jay said. "Really good." "That's what we want to hear," Rod said. "How do you know Aiden?" he asked, making small chat as the car took us to the night's next destination. "Just tonight," Jay said. "But he's been really awesome." "Of course. He's a cool guy. You're lucky to have met him." Jay's hand was still on top of Rod's. "How old are you?" Rod asked. "18," Jay said. "I'm a freshman." "How has the adjustment been?" Rod asked. "Good?" "Yeah. Still trying to meet people." "Aiden's a good one for meeting people. He'll introduce you to a lot of new friends." I smiled. "Friends" was our code for clients. Rod was a "new friend" for Jay. "I know. He's already introduced me to you." "You feeling it yet? The G?" Rod asked. "I think so," Jay said. "How are you feeling?" "Warm," Jay started. We rounded a corner fast than I expected, and not being belted in, Jay was pushed up against Rod. "Horny," I heard him whisper. Rod smiled. Jay leaned in, and their lips met. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss. It wasn't an accident or the bumpy road. It was a real kiss, two men pressing their lips against each other. But it wasn't a long kiss. As soon as Jay realized what he had started, he pulled back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he said.

1. I groaned as his hand slipped from my hole, my sphincter gaping wide unable to close after being stretched wide around his cock, fist, and the various toys he had for so long used on me. As his fingers left my hole I felt empty, my slightly twitching rosebud desperately needed to be filled. I longed to feel my hole being stretched even wider. He pressed a lubed up butt plug into my wrecked hole, its astounding girth pushed my hole just that little bit wider before popping inside me a locking deep in my spacious guts. Laying my head back, looking up at myself in the mirrored ceiling I thought "God, how I've changed in just a few hours, Coming to this house I was a cocky frat boy looking to experiment, get my cock sucked, maybe suck this slightly older man’s cocks, but nothing more. Now I 'm laying on my back in a black leather sling hanging in the basement of a man I scarcely know, y legs spread wide, the base of a big black butt plug sticking out of my ruined ass." It also occurred to me dried cum was matted down the hair on my broad muscular chest, and my fat cock, which had plowed the pussy of many a slut, lay soft and unused on my stomach, precum oozing from its thick head. “How you doing boy? Your hole feel good stretched around that plug?” “I never knew that anything could feel this good.” “Bet you never thought a plug with a ten inch circumference would side so easily into that hot sloppy hole.” “Ten inches?” I responded in surprise. “That’s right boy, your hole will never be tight again. You’ll always have an open sloppy cunt. By the time I send you back to the frat house your hole will be so wrecked that you’ll always be ready to take any cock, any time.” My dick responded to his comment by spurting a big precum, adding to the considerable puddle forming between my abs. I turned to face the man who had deflowered me a few hours before, once again eagerly taking his steadily thickening cock into my mouth. I had always been a little curious about guys but never done anything about it. That is until last week when, sitting in my room at the house, drunk after a long night of excess, I decided to download a phone app that I had over heard some gay dudes talking about in one of my lecture classes. I made a profile talking about how I was inexperienced with guys but curious, not sure if I was even bi at all, and uploaded a picture of my chest and abs. The next two days I received a lot of messages from guys, but none of them really interested me until I got a message from the guy who only a few days later would change my life forever. His picture was of him on the beach; he wore only bright blue board shorts slung low on his hips. The sun glinted off his muscular chest highlighting the dense patch of hair the spread between his pink quarter sized nipples, and down his well defined abs, until it at last vanished into his shorts. His square handsome jaw sported a days worth of dark brown stubble that matched his close cut hair. Even in the little picture on my phone his bright green eyes glinted seductively. Unlike most of the messages I got from people, he introduced himself as Mark and started out talking about life, football, and what I was studying at school. In fact we chatted for three days before he even mentioned sex. When he did he was totally willing to take everything at my own pace, He was fantastic and I found myself more attracted to him then I thought would have been possible. So when he asked if I wanted to come over to his place on Saturday just after lunch and hang out for a while. I didn’t even think twice about it, I agreed and he sent me the address. So just after lunch on Saturday I pulled on a pair of gym shorts, (I almost never wear underwear), a black wife beater and my tennis shoes, and left to walk over to his place. Mark didn’t live far from campus, about just over twenty minutes. My heart was thudding in my chest as I walked out the path to the front door of the gray blue clapboard house. I ran the doorbell and took a step back trying to slow my breathing. When he answered the door my breath ran away entirely. Mark was even more attractive in person than his photographs suggested. Standing at six foot one, he was two inches taller then I was, and built of solid well-defined muscle. He wore a tight white v-neck t-shirt that clung to his pecs, his nipples obvious, a small patch of dark chest hair escaping over the collar. His massive hairy arms stretched the sleeves of his t-shirt to their limit. I blinked a few times staring at his chest, not even noticing at first how his loose fitting black sweats failed to really conceal the sizable bulge in his pants. We had not exchanged any x-rated pics and I had no idea what his pants contained then, though I would soon find out. He led me into his place and we sat in the small living room, drinking a few beers and watching a random football game on ESPN. Neither one of us was particularly invested in the game, and we sat close together on the couch, talking about how our weeks had been and what I was studying in school. A few beers later and just after half time without really meaning to we found ourselves almost touching as we sat on the couch, Mark’s hand occasionally brushing against my leg. The closeness made my dick hard and my heart felt like it was beating in my throat. I finished off my beer and after setting the empty bottle with the rest on the coffee table in front of me I settled myself back on the couch finally closing that last bit of distance between us. Mark’s arm slid from the back of the couch and came to rest around my shoulder his large hand laying gently against my chest. He pressed me into him and I breathed in his manly scent, and felt the slow rise and fall of his broad chest. When I had thought about guys before it had always just been in the context of sex not involving any sort of emotional intimacy like what I was currently experiencing, but somehow this felt right. His other hand came up to brush against my chin, turning my face towards him. For a long moment I looked into those sparkling green eyes and then Mark moved forward, closing the distance between us and softly but with out trepidation pressed his mouth to mine. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, kissing him back, feeling myself melt into him as I did so. His tongue slipped into my mouth as the kiss became more heated. His hands held me tight against him, my hands quickly wrapping themselves around him. Mark shifted his weight tipping me backwards so that he came to rest on top of me. My cock was hard as a rock pressing up through the thin material of my gym shorts, I could feel Mark’s cock begin to thicken through his sweats as well. His hands now roamed over my torso as he kissed me. It wasn’t long before his hands had slid up under my shirt and his fingers started to play with my sensitive nipples. All the while he kissed me more and more voraciously. My hands soon made their way under his shirt as well, tugging at the tight fabric. Mark seemed to take that as a sign and broke our kiss just long enough to rear back and take off his shirt tossing it aside. He didn’t wait for me to take mine of but rather gripped it tightly with both hands ant the collar and tore the thin fabric down the center. His gloriously hairy muscular torso now pressed against my younger jock body, our hairy chests rubbing together. He broke our kiss again, his face just inches from mine and said in a low whisper, “So I take it you like your first guy-on-guy kiss.” “God yes,” I said pulling him back to me. We stayed like that for a long while, kissing frantically like horny teenagers. Mark’s cock continued to stiffen in his pants and he soon was dry humping his cock against mine, grinding our two fabric clad members together underneath his body. After what have been ages he pulled away from me again, this time to start sliding down my body, kissing my exposed torso as he went. I groaned as he got lower and lower, his tongue stopping to play over my nipple for a moment before continuing it’s decent towards my groin. He slid my gym shorts down a little exposing the top of my trimmed bush. He kissed the flesh on either side of my pelvic v, and then pulled my shorts a little lower still. It took an agonizingly long time for him to finally pull my shorts off completely allowing my 23-year-old, eight8-inch cock to spring forward. Mark smiled up at me from where so many girls had before, and opening his mouth quickly swallowed the entire length of my quivering member. I gasped. None of the girls I had been with had ever been able to take my dick that fast. Mark slobbered all of my cock bobbing his head up and down, making wet sloppy sucking sounds. My hands came to rest on the back of his head while I closed my eyes, lost in the extraordinary sensations his mouth was providing me. Maybe I was just so insanely turned on, or maybe it was his skill, which ever it was I all too soon felt the familiar tightening of my balls that signaled my fast approaching orgasm. Mark must have sensed it too as he quickly let my cock fall from his mouth, a wicked grin playing across his lips as he watched me catch my breath. Standing for a second, leaving me on my back, laying on the couch, one hand behind my head, naked except for my shorts around my ankles and the tatters of my shirt around my shoulders, my chest still heaving. He shoved down his decidedly tented sweats and kicked them off. I now saw what had been making that massive bulge even when soft: Mark’s cock was almost ten inches long and thicker then anything I could have imagined. His large pendulous balls hung far below the shaft of his penis, springing forth from a considerable dark furry bush. “You wanna try sucking some cock now?” he asked. My heart was pounding even faster but my cock twitched at the thought and I nodded. “Then get on your knees.” I scrambled up from the couch, almost tripping in my hast to get the shorts off of my ankles and get in front of this amazing man. For a moment I just knelt there staring down his cock, then slowly I raised a hand to grip the base. I had never felt another man’s penis before; it has the same warm firm feeling of my own only much thicker. I swallowed hard and then opened my mouth; slowly I moved forward and kissed the tip of his cock. Then spreading my lips I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I don’t know what I imagined cock would taste like but it wasn’t this. His cock was slightly sweet and a little salty but some how very special and important. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why but this was somehow the best thing I had ever tasted. Not really being sure what to do I tried to emulate his movements and the moments that I had enjoyed from girls before. Soon I was giving what I’m sure was a very messy, sloppy blowjob, desperately trying to get as much of his swollen cock into my mouth as I could. Mark groaned, his hands holding the back of my head in the preferred position for me to blow him, which was fine with me as I was determined to bring this astonishing man pleasure. I anchored his cock in my throat for so long my jaw hurt. Suddenly Mark’s hands were under my armpits and he drew me to my feet, knocking the shreds of my shirt off of me as he did so. He kissed me roughly, pulling me tight to him. I felt his spit slicked cock rub against my stomach. One of his hands held my chest to him as he kissed me, the other drifted downward to my ass. He rubbed the firm furry cheeks as his tongue delved deep into my mouth. I arched my back slightly falling into his kiss. When I had gotten there that morning I had thought that maybe we would kiss and he would suck me off, now here I was nodding rapidly without hesitation when he said, “You wanna keep going?” A verbal reply wasn't apparently expected as, without pause Mark again kissed me roughly, pushing me back onto the couch. Mark then got down between my splayed legs and bobbed his mouth up and down on my cock a few times before moving onto my balls. I shifted my hips giving him better access to my balls, and as I did so Mark put his shoulders under my thighs and lifted my legs up. His tongue drifted from my balls to my taint and then brushed against my hairy virgin hole. I groaned loudly, no one had ever played with my hole before and it was like bolts of electricity were shooting through my body. His tongue lapped playfully at my hole, twisting over my pucker, swirling the hair about. My body shook as his tongue quickly coated my hole with spit and then began to make little darting forays into pressing against my insanely tight sphincter. Mark devoured my hole as I had never eaten any girl’s pussy, and under his insatiable pressure I slowly felt my hole opening. Just a little at first, just enough for the point of his tongue to snag on the dent forming at the center of my sphincter. Then barely enough for his tongue to come to pause and press forward with more force, till at long last his tongue was darting into my hole with ease at each pass around my ring, slicking me inside and out. I had become pudding by that time, a groaning writhing mass of flesh, lost in the bizarre and astounding sensations emanating from my hole. I felt something new press against my hole, and I realized that Mark was now working a spit-slicked finger inside of me next to his tongue. I didn’t protest, so long as what he was doing felt this good I had no mind to tell him to stop. Slowly one finger was worked into my hole; and then twisted about until I had become use to it, my sphincter stretched to allow the finger to come and go easily. Another finger was then added, pressing softy but firmly into my virgin flesh, slowly sinking in next to its companion. It took a long time and a lot of spit and licking for the third finger to finally sink in. My eyes had rolled into the back of my head, and my mouth probably hung open slightly as I moaned and muttered, “Oh yes. Oh my God, that feels so good.” I was willing my hole to open wider, each finger felt so good I could only imagine how good another one would feel. Soon I was rewarded by a fourth finger being pried into my steadily stretching hole. The four invading fingers were twisted about inside of me, stretching me this way and that, opening my hole up in ways that I never thought possible. Then Mark let down my legs, shifting so that his fingers never left my hole, and kissed me hard on the mouth. I could taste my own ass on his lips and it was intoxicating. The four fingers inside of me we driving me crazy, my cock was dripping precum like mad despite having gone slightly soft. I was pleased when he murmurred “God, you’ve got a sweet hole: warm, tight, wet, virgin hole. I'd say you're ready for the next step, aren't you?" I nodded, thinking the next part would be me eating his ass, but he seemed to have other plans. . Mark withdrew his fingers from my hole, positioned my ankles on his shoulders, and sifted into a position where, with one hand he was able to line-up his cock head with my prepped hole, and with the other held me in place by one shoulder. I shuddered when I felt the bulbous head press against my hole and I realized that despite all of the fingering I was still not loose enough. With slow steady determination Mark began to press forward, never taking his eyes off of me as he did do. The all of a sudden, pop, my hole gave way and the first two inches of his dick sunk in. I screamed in ecstasy, at being stretched wide around Mark’s glorious rod. He waited a moment for me to adjust to the feeling of having him inside of me and then began again the slow steady pressure on my hole. Inch by inch he slid his cock into me, stopping every once in a while to let me adjust to the new sensations that were tearing my body apart. It took him almost five minutes to sink his whole ten-inch cock into me. A thin sweat had sprung up all over my body and I was panting by the time I felt his pubes against my ass. When he was all the way inside of me Mark smiled and said, “You like having my fat cock inside of you straight boy?” “God yes, it feels so good.” “Not so straight any more, are you?” “No,” I panted, “I guess not.” “Hold on tight boy, cause now the real fun starts.”

Largely, it's a power dynamic. Once we take ancient and archaic traditions out of the mix, that's what we are left with. well, that and the insidious nature of X'tianity that seems to invade every other culture religion or belief system... Much the the toxic virus tha boils in our balls. Dont yer ne wrong I feel mixed gender incest is wrong. simply because of the baby that may result. but. a kinda wish I was born into an African or Arab culture system where Dad and or brothers sharing each other's sex was a normal part of growing up. -instead of my reality. In the end, power colors the experience. just my 2 cents

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

https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/el-pozote-y-yo-33969851 Poz guys fucking and breeding

As a coda to this entry, I was fucked five times that evening, and the fifth breeding was performed by a large, muscular black man with the thickest cock I have ever seen in real life. As though fate read my entry, he did in fact fuck me brutally, without mercy, and for a long time. I took his cock as deep as he wanted throughout the entire painful experience, and his assault eventually loosened my insides so that he could grind against me as I watched his face express his joy at cumming inside me. Almost 48 hours later, my ass is still sore. If he were in the room with me right now asking for my cunt, I would hesitate to open for him. But I would. God help me.

I started bottoming bareback in the early 70's when I stayed at the YMCA in NYC in a room of one of the men's floors. Got a few STDs. I stopped barebacking when everyone did because of HIV but started taking loads again in the early 90's and took hundreds of loads but no HIV. I was on PrEP for a few months but then I stopped and bingo! I'm now still mostly bottom but I'm now enjoying breeding holes

If this continues... I will simply announce next chapters.... and everyone who 'likes' this announcement will get it in a private message.... This is really annoying me.

I see she is castrated ,i believe all faggot trans should be so

https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/daddy-breeds-doing-doggie-38122421 syne2010 This little lad sure loved his daddy pounding his cute little ass. These 6 minutes are just the ending of what went on for around 6 hours. Whether on his back or on all-fours he held strong and stuck with me, and he loved the sloppy hole slaps i gave him with my cock and he took everything I could give ... and he did take everything too, even taking my babies home inside him.

Frustrated delivery drivers who turn at your door with a parcel always need relief like Truckers. Smile and lick your lips.

I would like to have my ass used by two cocks at same time, have another cock on my mouth, and 1 in each of my hand to play.. and to have other 5-10 waiting their turn to make me a slut.

No poppers, no smoking pot, and no alcohol. Take your meds and eat as healthy as you can from regular grocery stores. You can live a normal life beyond 50 quite easily with HIV. Should you chase? Definitely not, but if you get it it’s not the end of the world. .....probably If society / the economy collapses you won’t be getting meds, or vitamins, and unless you know a hell of a lot about ham radios, guns or farming you will not be valuable enough to a group for them to feed you

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

Part 10; Having momentarily gone to the other side of the room, my Master returned. He still had his German army Boots on, put had lost the Leather waistcoat. He was now wearing two different things. A Gas-Mask, AND ... The Oxballs Fido Cock-Sheath, in RED! This Monster had a total of 8" insert-able length, and a Girth that ranged between 5.5" to 7.5" along the shaft. He slowly deflated the inflatable Dildo that had been buried deep inside my cunT now for I don't know how long, and placed the tip of the Cock-Sheath about an inch past my battered swollen cunT-lips. He took hold of my Harness, and slowly pushed in almost all the way. He then very slowly pulled almost all the way out. He fucked me like this, deep, and slow, completely stuffing my cunT. I was watching him in the mirror, and noticed he was looking down at his new dog shaft taking me how he wanted. He was grunting and growling inside his Gas-Mask, so I knew he was getting off on stretching my cunT to it's now new capaciTy. Then the Basement door opened, and down came Pete. And started talking, as my Dark Master continued to plow my now as of moments ago, POZ cunT! - Hey Jim mate. Been chatting to several guys online. We so far have 5 unmedicated poz fuckers coming over, 2 Tops, and 3 Versatile. Plus this cute neg twink who has fantasized the whole time whilst he was at Uni about being knocked up responded to the 'pozzing parTy' headline on my profile. He just moved to our City for his first job. I told him he has to be 100% certain this is what he wants, because once your front door closes behind him, He will not be allowed to leave. By the way, here is your phone, it's been pinging like a maniac with IM's coming through. - That sounds good Pete. Just put my phone down there. - How is my boy? *Pete quizzed* - My cunT is completely stuffed, and very sore. I'm happy! - OI, we forgetting something, it's 'Master' to you - I'm sorry, it is no longer possible to address you as Master anymore - What stupid game are you playing FAGGOT? My Dark Master let his huge Dog Dick release from my cunT, on what was the final out stroke for a small moment. He pushed me to the mattress so I was lying on my front, got my legs spread as wide as possible, lifted up my hips so my sweet 'Dark Master POZ ASS' was ready for the taking, put the tip of the Fido Cock-Sheath at my cunT and slid in, and as he did he lay right on top of me, which FORCED his Dog Dick to fully penetrated me, and the tip was now stabbing the end of my rectum .... - OOOHHHH FUUUUUUUUUHCC-Ck, Oh My GooHHd *My Master sure now had me grunting like the filthy little toxic pig that I am* - What the FUCK is going on here? *Quizzed my former Master, Pete* My Master just ignored him and began to impale my nasTy cunT with very short yet powerful aggressive thrusts, each one stabbing the end of my rectum and causing me to grunt. He took off his Gas-Mask, and propped up his torso by lifting up with his hands and forearms. He looked at Pete, saying nothing, just contorting his face, and snarling, whilst he continued to stab with his new Dog Dick. I could see this in the mirror, and, it was fucking HOT! ... He then stopped; - Pete, I now OWN this toxic fuck pig here - Well, I knocked him up, so, really, I'm his Master, his owner - That's not entirely accurate, as I can assure you, I am the one who knocked him up only moments ago - You could have only achieved that if you Bloo... Aaaaaah, I see. I get it now. I thought we were gonna slam him at the same time? - Well, yeah, that was the original plan. BUT, when I had his Beautiful neg cunt wrapped tightly around my nasTy fully blown Diseased DeaTh-sTick over your car bonnet, I knew then, it had to be me that became his rightful owner of this sexy filthy Fag-Pig-Dog! My Dark Master climbed off of me, and stood up. Pete leaned in and shook his hand; - Nice one Jim mate. You have proven yourself that between two nasTy dominanT dudes, you are the true ALPHA. He's yours!! ... Check your IM's. Must be about the pozzing parTy, I bet - Let's see. Aaaaaaah, yes ... So, out of the 97 unmedicated toxic pigs in the group, 23 have confirmed they'll be coming. Add that to the 5 Pete has found, that's 28 extra toxic loads you're gonna take tonight, pig My former Master Pete knelt down behind me, lifted me back onto all 4's, and stuck his toxic Fuck-weapon back in my poz cunT, and immediately fucked me like he hated me! - Oh Fuck YEAH, you nasTy FAGGOT. What was only this morning a tight neg cunT, is now loose, and POZ! ... You are one fucking nasTy pig! - Thank you Sir. Please cum in me again. PLEASE cum in me. He gave several hate thrusts, then withdrew, and knelt before my face ... - I enjoyed cumming in you earlier boy, when I thought I was knocking you up. But, I must save my toxic cum for the new neg twink that is on his way. And this time, I'll be making sure that he remains MINE. He then spat on and slapped my face. And looking deep into my eyes via his executioners hood, he smirked, and said; - You fucking nasTy AIDS whore! ... Jim, I'm going back upstairs for another Lager, and to see if we get any more bites, and I shall take your phone upstairs, so, there is signal for IM's to come through. - OK. Thanks Pete. The Basement Door closed, and my Dark Master came back over from his current transformation. Still with his German army Boots, and HUGE Fido Cock-Sheath, he was now also wearing; 'Devil Claws', Red latex gloves with Monster textured skin, covering his hands and forearms with sharp claws. Plus, he was now wearing a really scary looking 'Noble Were Wolf' Mask. He knelt behind me, and penetrated my sexy nasTy cunT. Unlike last time where he held onto my Harness, and very slowly slid all the way in and out, this time he instead held onto my waist and commenced a decent fuck rhythm! I looked in the mirror, and all I could see was this scary Monster and his wasted AIDS ass darting in and out, stretching my newly infecTed cunT ☣️☠️??

Part 2; We went into his private cabin. He locked the door. - You will now call me Sir. Understood? - Yes Sir - Get on your back and hold your legs in the air. He rubbed my cunt I had shaved this afternoon, and spat in my face - I now own you, pig - Sir, you're HOT & Nasty ... FUCK you Man! He slipped a finger into my cunt, located my prostate, and got working on it. My prostate is super sensitive. Add that to being intoxicated by this AIDS Daddy's crazy HOT presence, I was screwed, literally and figuratively! - you poz, boy? - No Sir, but have often fantasized about being pozzed up. It's so wrong, yet, it feels so right - Ever taken Tina boy? - Only once Sir, with my ex, and we fucked all day on it - I guess he was neg then - No Sir, poz, but on medication, and undetectable! - Aaaaaaahh, so he came inside you then, boy - Yes Sir He put tourniquet on my arm and hiT me up with Tina. Oh Fuck, the Tina rush. I was rubbing myself all over, squirming, panting, like some deranged mental patient. He returned to giving me my prostate massage - So, you've had medicated poz cum up your cunt. How about some recharged super-infection unmedicated poz cum boy? - OMG Sir, fuck YEAH. Fucking BREED me! - I'm not just poz boy. I have AIDS. Current viral load is at 13.3 Million copies, with CD4 count at 51. I have had my initial infection since 1989. Plus a new strain on top which is an aggressive one, due to all the nasty very high risk nasty pig action I have had over recent years. Plus Hep C, and Syphilis ... You still want it? - Oh ... My ... God ~ This has been my sick twisted dark fantasy for years and years. To be infected multiple times over with all kinds of nasty stuff for a pig like me. - Do you fucking want my death seed or not, FAGGOT? - Fuck YEAH Sir ~ I am born to serve Alpha Daddies of this world. Especially top end league ones like you I started fingering my cunt

PART 9 I did get some sleep, but definitely not a ton. When I started this, I said I’d tell the truth, and the truth was that I was really conflicted and felt a lot of guilt. Guilty that I did it. That I wanted to do it again. That it felt so good. And Tom, it was like he had this power over me. I mean even last night after I had practically just cum at his place, I was home jerking off reliving what had just happened. But there I was at 11:00, totally showered and clean and feeling, well, a need. Tom smiled and let me in the door, pinning me against the wall as soon as the door closed. “Damn, I had plans to try to be slow, but you just drive me crazy my sexy little boy. Let’s get upstairs and get you naked and let’s give that little boy pussy the attention it needs,” he whispered sexily. It took me perhaps only five seconds to climb the staircase, shedding my clothing immediately upon entering the playroom door. Tom likewise allowed his robe slip off, showing me that tall thin body that I thought was so sexy. His cock was already more than half hard. Not surprisingly the passion and the moment was hitting me intensely, particularly as Tom was stroking himself, using a hypnotic rhythm. That gorgeous giant cock. He didn’t have to ask or direct me. There was no hesitation at all. I slid onto my knees, opened my mouth wide to receive his cock head. Did I think of HIV when I saw the bead of precum coming out of of his slit? Yeah I did. and I also recognized that, even knowing Tom was poz, I couldn't stop myself from liking up his pre-cum. And I savored it. And I just wanted more. I just knew that whatever else, I wanted more of Tom. And I lost myself in a cocksucking lust.

That term ‘a utility suck’ is perfect! I often think it is for the bottom as much as for me. Chances are I am already hard. Most bottoms want a utilty suck though dont they? Its like they are measuring it, thinking of it inside them At the beginning of your story,the protagonist has a bottle of “MGD” and I thought to myself “Mogen David, really?”. Must mean “Miller Genuine Draft” or Molsen. . .

:cloud: A simple cloud emoji was all it took. Within minutes of receiving that emoji, Scott canceled his plans for the evening, grabbed his travel slut-pack and headed to my place. Within minutes of sending that innocent little cloud emoji, we were passing the pipe, groping each other and ready to get fucked up and filthy. It's such a big turn on to watch another stud torching up the pipe - desperate for more of that meth in his body. The sun had begun to set and we moved out to my balcony since it was getting darker outside. Scott straddled me as soon as I sat down on the chair. He spit in his hand to spread his hole open a bit and slowly inched down my throbbing cock. What a fucking pig! Being outdoors must have gotten us horned for some public sex because as we began to plan our fuck agenda for the evening, we both were in a bathhouse, group-fucking kinda groove. It's always hard to predict the crowd when you're about to enter a bathhouse. We paid for a room and a locker and proceeded to the security door. As soon as we walked in it felt like it was going to be one of those good nights. We got things situated in our room and turned our porn channel to bareback. We'd rather watch mediocre bareback than really hot action that makes your dick go limp when you end up seeing a cum-stopper. We both stuck some shards of T up each other's asses and felt that sharp burn slowly melt into a fiery lust. Scott always sets out to score that first load quickly. The cum-gods tend to open the floodgates for us after that first load is deposited. The cruising looked promising....quite a variety to choose from. We immediately caught the attention of two muscular fuckers in ball caps but turned a corner to head toward the glory hole maze and lost them. Got my cock sucked for a bit and Scott scored a thick uncut tool to taste. It didn't take long to hear the moans and grunts of a stud about to explode ---- and load number 1 was deposited and immediately shared with my tongue. It gathered a bit of a crowd and before I knew it my cock was raw deep in a hairy bubble butt. A slick, cum-filled bubble butt. That's another turn-on trigger for me. We fucked for a while and he was hungry for my seed, but my tina-fueled nuts weren't going to be unloading any time soon. Told him I needed a piss break and would catch up with him later. On my way to the restroom I stumble across the ball cap bandits and they're even hotter than that first glimpse. I pegged them as boyfriends based on their body language and cruised them pretty hard - strategically slowing my walk so there would be no mistaking our room number. When I got in the room, the bareback porn had greatly improved and I watched it for a minute or two when there was a knock. Obviously assuming it was Scott, I just opened the door and kept my eyes on the tatted up muscle daddy breeding his frat boy on the screen. It wasn't Scott! It was one of the ball cap bandits. I dimmed the lights even further as he came in and immediately kissed him. We made out briefly but stopped so introductions could be made. His name was CJ and his boyfriend's name was Mark. And Mr. Mark was still over in the hot tub. CJ was supposedly headed to the bathroom but took a detour. I got the sense that Mark was a bit protective and I can't say that I'd blame him.....CJ was a fucking stud. He starting deep throating my cock and just like magnetic force, my fingers were drawn to his muscular ass. His hole was hot and tight and I couldn't wait to feel his insides! Sensing that he needed to return to his man waiting in the hot tub, he surprised when he asked for the lube bottle. I grabbed it from the bag and as I handed him the bottle, our tina pipe rolled slightly out of the bag and onto the countertop. I froze a bit in the awkwardness but the look on his face and in his eyes told me that he was very ok with what he'd just seen. I asked if they partied and he said that he had in the past but that he and Mark had only done molly together. My devious side took over and I grabbed the pipe and lighter to prepare for a hit. I told CJ I'd blow the smoke into my towel and there was no pressure on him to partake. He wanted it immediately, though and the entire situation was shaping up to be the perfect fuck-storm of lust and desire. We had passed the pipe twice and alternated sucking on each other's cock when the pipe wasn't up to our lips. CJ was beginning to feel very good. A knock-knock on the door caused us both to jump.......

My first attempt at writing a story so please be gentle guys. The Party I’m a dirty old man, I admit it and I am not ashamed of it, so are my two best mates Joe and Tom. We are all what you would class as daddybears, i.e. 50 plus large built hairy blokes with beards and as with all of us an insatiable lust for fucking younger tight arse, especially cub arse! It was round Christmas time when I got chatting with a cub called ‘briefscub’ on a well known ‘bear’ website, he was a cutie, 36, 5’7 (I like short) and had a hot little body on him. I along with Joe and Tom in attendance (not that the boy knew) had enjoyed many a time have a nice chat with the lad, flirting with him, expressing an interest in briefs that really got his attention and eventually persuading him to send us pics of him in his briefs, which got us all rock hard and eventually late on Christmas eve I achieved in getting him to send naked pics of himself, the pics of his big round arse had me oozing precum out of my fat pierced dick like a leaking tap! As soon as I got the pics of his delicious looking arse I forwarded them to Tom and Joe who immediately agreed that we should have this lad as our Christmas present to ourselves. The lad was not online for the next few days but that was cool we all had Christmas things to do, plus it gave all three of us time to sort and execute our plan, firstly Joe who lived in central London nipped round to various shops in the gay part of Soho with a shopping list, to get the sort of underwear the boy liked for the three of us (easy as the boy had sent pics of himself in them), secondly Tom sorted out some dildos, gags and restraints, and thirdly I sorted out the chems, some coke and some Tina, plus some booze. Three days after Christmas Joe and Tom arrived at my house. First of all we all posed in the briefs Joe had brought which had us in fits of laughter as he had brought the fucking skimpiest ones he could find probably and we all had trouble get the junk in the trunk if you know what I mean! Anyway I went online and suitably cajoled the lad about me and a few like mined brief loving mates having a Christmas get together. The kid was practically gushing about how wonderful that must be so seeing the sign and nipping it I suggested he come down for a briefs party to celebrate Christmas. The screen went quiet for a moment and Tom said to me "You fucker - you played it too soon" and then there was a message box that sprang up with the best words ever: "How do I get there?" A few messages later and some convoluted instructions resulted in a few hours later the delicious cub standing in my living room in white bikini briefs (which was a nice touch as he was sort of ‘virgin’) with me and the guys all in our underwear having a bit of a laugh (nice lad actually shame (not really) about his destiny). I few drinks and a few lines of coke later the boy was really getting into the swing of things when I suggested some slamming, the lad looked a bit confused but I said it was fun, he giggled a bit and asked what happened, Tom told him that is was better than the coke for sure. His eyes widened and he grinned. Besides the lad was already buzzing on the coke and fairly pissed so his inhibitions were already down so when he asked what he had to do, Tom and Joe pulled him into a cuddle between themselves on the sofa making the boy giggle and Joe said "You just put your arm out like this son" showing the lad how to position his arm. The lad followed suit (so innocent) and Joe tied some rubber round his arm as I got a point, I tapped the boy's arm and found a nice big vein. The boy looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes as I put the needle in he winced but Tom and Joe cuddled and told him "It's okay, baby boy, you just follow our lead." I pulled a little of his blood into the syringe and then pushed the Tina into his vein, Joe released the rubber and the boy's eyes bulged, he coughed and he started to sweat heavily. Joe held him and rubbed his chest. As the lad's eyes glazed over Joe leaning in and pushing his tongue into the boy's mouth, deep kissing him - with no resistance from the lad. Meanwhile Tom leaned in and grabbed the boy's briefs and started to pull them off. The boy even lifted himself to help Tom pull off the briefs while Joe continued to kiss him. Tom dropped the boy's knickers on the floor and started to kiss the boy's neck and rub his hand over the boy's little stiff prick and balls. As the boy was smothered with kisses by Tom and Joe, I got down and lifted the boy's spread legs to review his tiny pink pucker. "So pretty" I said as I leaned forward to lick his pussy, making the boy moan and squirm with pleasure. ‘Any good’ asked Joe as I ate the boys hole, I pulled my face up and slipped a fingertip into the boys bum, ‘pretty’ I said ‘pink, smooth and tight’ ‘fucking ace ‘ said Joe as I found a nice shard of Tina placing it onto the boys pussy and then pushing it in roughly ‘hurts’ said the boy as I then forced two fingers into him, ‘ssshhh’ said tom and carried on kissing him as I worked the Tina into his tight hole adding some spit, very soon my two fingers were easily thrusting in and out of his pussy as the boy moaned We pulled the boy up half carrying him through to the playroom as he was a bit wobbly on his feet, Tom laid the boy on the rubber mattress lifting his middle up on a rubber bolster cushion so hit butt was in the air, spread his legs starting to eat the boys pussy, Joe pulled off his briefs and knelt in front of the boy pushing his big fat dick against the boy lips that opened without prompting ‘atta boy you suck daddy like a good boy’ said Joe I enjoyed watched the scene in front of me as I fixed some more slams, I did one myself and then motioned for Tom to do his and give one to Joe, as Tom did his slam I got in-between the boys spread legs and looked as his hole which was now hanging slightly open because of the play it had received so far, I spat on the boys hole and dipped my fingers into the Tina dust and pushed two into the boys welcoming arse saying ‘lets get this pussy even more hungry’, Tom was now fucking the boys mouth as Joe did his slam, ‘fuck this boys a natural pig boi’ Tom laughed as the boy gobbled on his dick. I pulled my fingers out of his hole, so pink it was so pretty and as I spat on his hole again and said ‘you want daddy to fuck you boy?’ he took his mouth off Toms cock and moaned ‘oh yes daddy’, ‘shut up and suck’ said Tom as he pushed his cock back into the boys mouth adding ‘like you have any say in the matter’ The boy cried out a little as I took him, one big shove and I was halfway in, ‘fuck yeah’ said Joe as he watched my dick in the boys cunt, the force knocked the lads mouth off of Toms cock ‘who said stop sucking’ Tom growled as he pushed his dick into the boys mouth, the boy gurgled with a muffled cry as I pushed the rest of my cock into his arse, I rested for a moment savouring the tightness and luxury of his cunt, after all you only get to enjoy this kind of tightness once when a boy starts his journey to becoming a cumdump for older men, but that moment soon passed and I started thrusting my cock in and out of his hole, ‘fuck he’s tight I ain’t going to last long’ I said as I defiled the boys pussy ramming my cock in at angles , I pulled my cock out of his hole, it was swollen, now red raw ‘fuck yeah his cunts getting wrecked’ said Joe as I jammed my cock back into the boys battered cunt ‘fucking ace’ said Tom. I pulled my dick out of hole and in again, ramming as hard as I could, I could feel my spunk boiling in my balls and I literally roared ‘yeah slut take my toxic daddy seed’ as I fired spurt after spurt of my burning hot spunk into his neg boi pussy, literally at the same time Tom held the boys head and unloaded his load inside the boys mouth and throat saying ‘swallow it all nipper’ as the lad gagged a bit as his mouth and throat were filled with Toms load. Tom let go of the boys head and he slumped down, I was still buried up his arse and slowly pulled out, my cock head popped out of his hole followed my a dribble of pink spunk. The boys mouth clamped round my still hard cum and blood covered cock, sucking it hungrily as I rubbed his head, Joe knelt down between the lads legs stroking his big cock, ‘fucking nice’ he said ‘the kids hole is so open’ Tom laughed saying ‘well lets face it he is a whore now’ Joe rubbed his cock up and down the boys crack covering it with the tainted cum that was oozing out of the boys cunt, ‘ready for more son?’ he asked, the boy took his mouth of my cock and said ‘yes Daddy fuck me please, fuck me and fill me with cum’ spreading his legs wider and resumed his sucking of my dick, ‘Happy to oblige son’ said Joe as he pushed his cock into the boys arse exclaiming ‘fuck yeah I love sloppy seconds’

GtP-4 Throughout Saturday and Sunday different men came over Rick's house and, as Steve watched, used Jeremy as their own private cum dump. Rick kept the little punk drugged up till early on Sunday, knowing that come Sunday night the kid would bed ready to crash. And right on schedule, that night, which was Sunday, Jeremy crashed hard. He had been in the sling for about two days and both Rick and Steve knew the kid would be weak. Rick and Steve removed Jeremy from the sling as soon as he was out cold. Before they dressed the kid, Rick placed a butt plug in his cum filled ass to keep any of the poz seed from leaking out. The punk was dressed and Steve carried him out to his car (which he parked in Rick's drive Friday night before meeting Jeremy) and drove him home. When Steve got to Jeremy's small studio apartment, he carried the kid inside and placed him in his bed. As the kid lay there dead to the world, Steve got into his computer. As he figured it wasn't password protected and the dumb kid had his A4A password saved. Steve made sure to unblock himself and then created a conversion between he and Jeremy that read: Jeremy: I need to talk to you.....it's very important......something happened this weekend and I need someone to talk to about it. Steve took out his phone and logged into his A4A account and replied: What's on your mind? Jeremy: I think i did something really stupid. I met this guy and he drugged me then he and a bunch of guys fucked me and they didn't use condoms. Does this mean I'm gonna die? Steve: No, you'll probably end-up with HIV, but you're not going to die. Do you know what drugs they used? Jeremy: Not really, but he kept injecting me with what he called a slam. Steve: Sounds like he used crystal meth. How many times did he give you a slam? Jeremy: Maybe 4 or 5. I think I'm addicted to the stuff. Steve: You may be. Did you enjoy the feeling that you got from the drugs? Jeremy: Yeah, I did. Have you ever tried the stuff? Steve: Yeah, I have. Jeremy: You ever inject it? Steve: Yes. I use the stuff a couple times a month. It increases the pleasure off the sex I'm having and helps me last longer. Three of my regular fuck buddies fuckin' love the stuff. Jeremy: That does sound like a nice bonus to the high. What do you think I should do????? Steve: Nothing you can really do now. The deed is done. Now you're free to fuck and don't have to worry about catching HIV. Jeremy: I never thought about it that way. Do you like to meet up sometime? Steve: I guess we could, but it sounds like you've already had a big weekend. Go get some rest and we'll talk later. Steve looked up Jeremy's cell number from the phone in his pocket and wrote the reply: sound good, call or text me sometime, xxx xxx xxxx Steve: Cool. You can call or text me xxx xxx xxxx Steve left the computer on with A4A logged in and figured the that Jeremy would think he stumbled home and wrote the messages before he crashed. Steve made sure the kid was doing OK before he left for home. Later that Monday Steve got a text from Jeremy, "Thanks for taking the time to be nice and chatting last night. I know I was a jerk to you." Steve had a large grin on his face as he read the text. He sent his reply, "No problem. After what you told me had happened I figured you needed a friend. Let me know when you're ready and we can meet up." Steve's phone vibrated with the kid's answer, "I think I'll. be ready and needing that this weekend." Steve knew that the boy was all his. Come Saturday Steve met up with Jeremy at a coffee shop near his apartment. The two young men discussed their lives, sex experiences and eventually the conversation turned to drugs. Steve leaned that Jeremy ended up missing three days of work due to what had happened over the weekend and lost his job. The kid told him that if he didn't find work soon he might lose his apartment and have to move back home. Steve couldn't have planned this any better, he wanted the kid thinking he was addicted to meth, but to have the kid needing a place to stay just sweetened the deal. "Don't worry about that right now, I'm sure you're needing some fun." Steve told Jeremy, with a wink. Jeremy got the message clearly and the two left for Steve's place. They walked up the stairs to Steve's floor and down the hall to his door. They walked in and Jeremy commented, "Bro, you've got a nice place here. Where do you work?" "I'm self employed, I work as a travel agent from home. I set my own hours and do very well for myself." "How did you get started with using Tina?" Steve laughed before he answered, "I went home with the wrong guy and he forced it on me. I'm kind of glad he did, like you I was a timid boy and once he showed me Miss Tina, I felt free and when I tested poz I really felt free to fuck without worry. It is so much better to fuck raw." Stave had Jeremy hanging on every word that he spoke. It didn't talked long to get Jeremy all worked up over their discussion of sex. Steve knew Jeremy was ready and leaned in to kiss the kid. Jeremy was putty in his hand as the two made out and Steve worked his hands over Jeremy's body. As Steve slowly undressed Jeremy, he made sure to tease all the right places. When both were down to their underwear, Tommy Hilfiger boxers for Steve, Andrew Christian briefs for Jeremy, Steve asked, "You ready to party?" Jeremy never hesitated, "Why not." Steve went into his bedroom where he kept his stash and came back with a small 'kit' where he kept his supplies. He pulled out two points and a baggie of Tina. Jeremy watched as Steve prepared both rigs. Steve measured out the Tina he asked, "How much do you want to do?" Jeremy sat puzzled, "I have no idea. Just enough to make me feel good. How much do you usually do?" "I typically do between a 0.25 and a 0.35 depending on the quality, not too much to impede function." "What do you mean by 'impede function'?" Steve explained, "Some guys who over-do Tina they may have trouble getting hard or even cumming." "That might explain why I was soft when I got fucked last weekend." "Sounds like he really had you drugged up. I'll go easier on you, OK?" Jeremy smiled as he agreed, "OK." Steve knew he had some good shit to use. He figured that if he was going to do a 0.3 he'd give Jeremy the same. He fixed both rigs identically and mixed in the water. Jeremy watched, as he did the previous weekend with Rick, as the meth dissolved. Once it was all ready Steve asked, "Are you ready?" Jeremy nodded 'yes' as Steve began to work a piece of rubber on his left bicep. Jeremy felt the coolness of the alcohol as Steve described what he was doing, "You'll feel a little pinch as I stick the point in your vein." Steve then hit the vein and continued, "Now I pull back a little bit to be sure I'm in the vein." Jeremy wanted as there was a flash of blood in the barrel of the rig. "Then we empty it all into your arm." Steve pushed the plunger down and administered Jeremy's slam. He pulled the needle from his arm and lifted Jeremy's arm over his head. "You ready?" Jeremy nodded and Steve pulled the tubing off his arm and watched as Jeremy enjoyed the rush of his slam. Jeremy coughed out as Steve leaned in and kissed Jeremy. Jeremy could only muster up a "Oh fuck, wow that's amazing!" "I see you're enjoying the rush. Now it's time for me to do mine." As Jeremy watched Steve repeated the process and administered his own slam. Once he pulled off the tubing, he lifted his arm overhead and let out his own cough. He leaned in and the two began to kiss as that both rode the rush. They were both feeling the heat jump in the room as their hearts began to beat faster. It was evident that Jeremy was enjoying this slam better then the strong ones Rick forced upon him. Soon both were naked and Steve was sucking on Jeremy's cock. Jeremy sat back as Steve went to work as he felt his cock begin to swell up. Steve looked up at him, "You need to take you're mind off of this" as he lifted Jeremy's semi hard cock up. The two got into a 69 position allowing Jeremy to focus on Steve's cock as his continued to get hard. Jeremy was impressed with how quickly his cock responded. As the two worked both their cocks were rock hard when Steve began to focus on Jeremy's hole. Moans where escaping from both men as Steve worked his tongue into Jeremy's hungry hole. Jeremy let Steve's cock slip from his mouth and begged, "Pleases fuck me - I need to feel your cock inside me - now." Jeremy rolled onto his back as Steve climbed between his legs. He grabbed some lube and slicked up his cock. The two looked at each other as he positioned his cock at the entrance to Jeremy's hungry hole. The look between the two seemed magical as Steve slid inside Jeremy. Steve leaned in and kissed the man he was working his way inside. Steve's dream of having Jeremy as his was coming to fruition. The two spent the night fucking and swapping loads. When Jeremy came down with the 'fuck flu', Steve helped him through his illness. Eventually the two moved in with each other. Jeremy found another job and was able to contribute to the funds for their chems.