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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.

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.

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.

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.

The Trainee ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Working in a huge supermarket as a manager has some advantages. Every time I’m bad tempered or feel some kind of pressure, I turn to one of my employees and take my bad mood out on that poor guy. Building up the pressure by telling him to complete a job in a minimum amount of time; giving him work, which no one else wants to do; letting him do the late shifts all the time; fuck off his private life, by turning his down his wishes to get certain days off. I always chose a guy, who is in dire need of the money and can’t afford to lose the job. They are taking this shit much longer, than an ordinary human being – they are simply the perfect victims. The other guys at work don’t dare to interfere. They are so scared I could turn to them. Even if they think I am out of the line already, they turn their heads the other way and let that special co-worker suffer. I was in need of a new prey, since the last one got – well let’s put it this way: worn-out. So I had Betty put up the sign ‘Help Wanted’ at our entrance and we had quite a few applications. For example the 79 year old granny who told me, she would give her very best to make our store a success. Her very best? Are you fucking kidding me? She can be happy, if she wears her underwear correctly. Or the mom with 6 kids. Yeah right – can only work from 9 am to 1 pm; no check-out, because she is not good at math; no things pushing around, because of her sore back. Excuse me? Can I get you a cup of coffee and a piece of cake, while I pay your lazy ass for NOTHING? The highlight was when she asked if the job would include health insurance for her and her kids immediately. NEXT! Betty brought in another applicant. Now this was someone I would totally prefer. He was a slender guy. Maybe 18 or 19 at the most. He had dirty blonde hair, like those damn street dogs and looked at me with frightened blue eyes. “Thanks Betty….” I said while she left my office and closed the door. I let the guy stand in front of my desk for several minutes and didn’t even offer him a seat. First I finished my papers while he was standing there, feeling obviously insecure about this situation. His smile froze into place while I was signing a few other documents. Without looking at him I asked about his name. “Shane Myers” he answered with a croaking voice. I regarded him with a piercing look and the rest of his confidence shattered. “Shane Myers… do you have another pair of Jeans? Or do you always apply for a new job, in such dirty and torn up jeans?” I asked him, noticing a tear in his pants. He looked down at his right knee and tried to apologize. “My mom wasn’t able to sew it yet” he answered. “That doesn’t answer my question: Don’t you have another pair of jeans? I mean… come on… if you apply for a job, you want to make the best impression and I got to tell you: this is not a good impression to me” I said nodding at his torn pants. “I am sorry…. my other pair of jeans looked even worse” Shane replied meekly. Poor Shane, you could see he was humiliated by my words and his confession, to own just two pair of jeans. “Tell me about you. How old are you? What do you do? Are you still in school? Come on… time is money” I said harshly. “Well… my name is Shane Myers. I am 18 years old… what was the other question again?” he asked. I looked at him sternly. “Oh… yes. I am not in school anymore. I had to quit school, to help my mom paying the bills. She said I need to contribute, since times are bad and we struggle a bit. He was perfect! I wanted to squeeze him like a lemon. “We look for a full time employee. 40 hours the week. You need to be flexible. If I call you to come to work because someone called in sick, you jump into your torn up jeans and rush to my store.” I told him, adding “If you don’t finish a job in time, you do the overtime on your own free time. Got that?” Continuing I told him “There are no bad jobs, just bad workers. Listen, I will give you the chance, but don’t disappoint me. I am a hard guy, but I am fair” Shane nodded at me. He smiles but I wasn’t a convincing smile. “You get paid by every two weeks and you get minimum wage. After a while, when you proved yourself, I might give you a bit more, but first I need to see, that you really want this job. I mean really… really want to be part of our family.” and for the first time I smiled at him. “It would be great to work for you. I promise you won’t be disappointed. I learn fast and even without education I will give my very best not to fail. No matter what you need, I am your man!” he exclaimed. “That’s good to hear Shane. Now are you willing and read to start today?” I asked. “Today, like now?” he asked? “Is there a problem?” “No… not a problem at all. I just need to call my girlfriend and tell her that we can’t date later on, but I know she will understand.” he said. Girlfriend… Nice! It would be so much fun to break this boy and turn him into a cock slurping, ass fucking faggot. After he made his call I got up and my semi hard dick made a nice bulge in my slacks. As any other dude Shane noticed my prominent bulge but didn’t stare or say something about it. I went to a cupboard and opened it. “Here is your uniform. The pants might be too small, but we don’t have your size in stock right now.” that was a lie of course, but I wanted him to wear tight pants. I wanted look at his fuckable butt. “Usually the male staff wears shirts, but since we only got over size shirts left at the moment, I would suggest you wear the stuff our female workers have to wear – which is a blouse” I fished out one in his size, with a nice collar and some ruffles on it. He would look ridiculous. I could see his shocked face and calmed him down saying “We will order the right things for you. Don’t worry. But we need to get you going for starters.” I said nicely. “So… what are you waiting for? Undress and get into your working clothes.” “Here?” he asked oblivious. “Yeah – I want you ready for the action. Don’t be shy.” I snickered. First Shane got rid of his shirt. His torso was simply beautiful, almost completely hairless. His wide chest with his little nipples invited me almost to torture him immediately. I really had to control myself, not to jump up and twist his nipples forcefully. Then he pulled down his jeans. He wore boxer shorts underneath. I told him with his tight uniform pants, he wouldn’t be able to wear those boxers. He sighed that I was probably right. He made the conclusion and pulled his shorts down also, but before that he turned around, so I could admire those solid ass cheeks. I didn’t care about the fags clit anyway. I was longing for his ass. I had to fuck him hard and brutal. Not only to put him into his place, but also to seed him with my venom. Without turning to me he pulled up his working pants. That was a sight. He really had to fight to get into these tight pants. Several times he had to bend his knees to get the pants up higher. Every time he did that, he gave me a promise of his sweet ass. He cursed under his breath because he had so many difficulties to button up, but finally he managed to get into it. He turned around and tried to make a happy face. “Are you able to breathe?” I asked seriously. “Yes… but I don’t know if I can do a good job in those pants” he complained. In my mind I screamed: ‘YES, YES – you are doing a great job already.’ “Well, let’s check it” I said and walked towards him. “Turn your back at me. Now bend your knees… Shut up… I need to hear if the stitches are ripping up” “Go deeper into your knees… okay…. now crouch before me and be quiet… I can’t hear anything ripping” I grinned. “Now get do some squats.” Since Shane was with his back to me I couldn’t help but to stroke my cock through my slacks. I had to push it further. I wanted to know how far I could go and so I ordered the twink to bend a bit and with my right thumb I followed the stitches down his ass crack. I laid my left hand occasionally on his left ass cheek and run my thumb again and again up and down between his ass cheeks. Shane yelped and tried to shy away. “Don’t worry – I just want to make sure this is really safe. Imagine you work outside and then all of a sudden your pants rip and you don’t even wear underwear. We can’t risk that!” I explained to him as I continued asking in a professional tone “How does that feel?" “Good…?” Shane wasn’t sure what to answer. “It seems like your working pants are able to survive a nuclear war – now try the blouse.” What I didn’t tell him, of course we had shirts in his size. Hell - we even had blouses in his size, but I chose one that was also a bit smaller. He had the chance to turn down the job, if he had some dignity he would. Instead of that he grabbed the blouse and tried to wear it, and on the first try commented with a desperate if polite edge “I think it is a bit too small also." I couldn’t help but to agree. “This is only a compromise… don’t worry, we will change that in a couple of days” I assured him. Imagine – his top didn’t even match to reach his pants. If he would stack goods into an upper shelf you would see his bellybutton. Poor Shane hat a pants, that would reveal part of his ass cheeks while bending down. In the front some of his pubic hair could be seen. His blouse looked more like a belly top. “Can I be honest to you? I am a bit embarrassed.” Shane subdued. “Nah… you know, in these times you can’t ever wear something and be embarrassed. Today everything is possible” he calmed him down. I went to my desk and got a name tag out of my drawer. Of course it had not Shane’s name on it, but the word ‘Trainee’ “This way, the customers will know that you are new to this” I smiled. “So? Are you ready for some action? “Yes Sir!” he tried to smile and thanked me again, for giving him this chance. When we made it to one of the department managers he looked a bit irritated to Shane, but tried to act professional. I introduced Shane as the new trainee and co-worker and asked Mr. Brown to give him some work to do. After he explained to Shane what he wanted, the boy started to arrange some stuff. Mr. Brown walked a few feet with me and after he made sure that Shane couldn’t overhear our conversation he asked why the boy would be dressed like that. It was a bit revealing he remarked, adding “He looks like a faggot!” I agreed. “You know – when I showed him our uniform he asked me, if he could have pants a bit tighter, because he thought he has a nice ass. After I handed him the shirt he mentioned the things our female workers wear would be so much nicer and so he got that one too. Maybe your suspicion is true – but who am I to judge” I lied. “You know how it is – only happy associates are productive associates” I added, giving Mr. Brown a wink. “Ooooh… I see. Well, since we are living in a gay friendly neighborhood, I guess this could actually help us attracting more customers.” “Exactly” I said. Once I would be finished with him, he would know every dick by name….

You should come to Mexico City. Really guys, here you can find an ever-growing barebacking community. Just 6 years ago it wasn't common to find men willing to fuck bare. Nowadays they are everywhere. There are bareback orgies almost every day.

As @badubydo says, breeding involves a Top ejaculating inside a bottom during bareback anal sex. It might be considered, however, that there is a nuanced difference between breeding and simply fucking. Breeding incorporates a special state of mind between Top and bottom that contemplates the transfer of some quality or essence from the Top that will become a part of the bottom, in a sense akin to an act of fertilization or even reproduction. Breeding is an act that magnifies the gender-roles represented in male-male sex - the bottom becomes more of a receptive vessel, and the Top’s masculinity, virility, and to some degree, aggression, are emphasized. In my experience, a marked shift in the tone of the encounter occurs when the action moves to a breeding stage. Actions become more instinctual, and intensity ramps up as both men work to bring the Top to climax. Personally, I always feel a little extra bump of satisfaction when a Top goes away with the feeling that he has bred me.

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Certainly, no star but I did a couple of scenes for Latino Fan Club "back in the day" and then a couple of scenes for Treasure Island Media, most notably Fuck Holes scene 4.

Owen Hawk has always been on my list of guys who turn me on but I have noticed that he seems to only be doing vids where he is doing oral or getting fucked for his justfor.fans site I want to see him topping some more. Makes me thing he is getting more submissive as he get's older. Thought his hot and hung younger BF would probably have me bottoming all the time too.

MascPAguy https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/muscle-ass-gang-bang-38113431 My top buddy brought a hot bottom over to my place to get tag teamed. After talking to him I could tell he was a good bottom slut and would be down to take more cocks so invited a couple over to fuck them too. Loved watching the hipster guy pound him. We all enjoyed pounding the hot bottom’s ass, each giving him a load. Love doing group play.

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The one by me is haven for homeless and panhandlers with a mix of druggies thrown in. Clean but prettty steady place. Abut 7 months ago I had door cracked, blindfolded, ass up. Hear someone come into room and after some rushing of clothes felt a hard one pushing at my back door. Was average size, hard and he did a good job. after he left I looked at my phone and there was a message from the guy who I was expecting. He wasn’t going to be able to make it. To this day I have no idea who that was that actually fucked me.

I've used the Hotel Pennsylvania a couple of times. It's a little run down, but clean. It's huge and very busy so it's easy for you and your "guests" to stay anonymous. They keep an employee posted by the elevators, but they don't stop anybody unless it's really late, like 3 or 4am. Even then they can just call up to your room and ask if you are expecting anyone.

JasonsGloryhole https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/powerful-verbal-gh-breeding-by-anon-alpha-str8-man-37931451 Wow! This man responded to my Doublist ad shortly before I took my sleaze-trip. He set this date and time (wed 1215) and showed up. BEAUTIFUL smooth hard white big cock. Verbal moans of pleasure from this 6’ 170 43yr old man. So turned on he spontaneously tells me to put my ass up there which I eagerly do. WOW!! An amazing powerful deep satisfying breeding!!! THIS man needed this release!!! And I’m so grateful he chose me to unload in.

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 3 There was no fucking way I was driving to Tom’s house. My car was safe where it was and while that may have been the point for Tom, leaving myself in the hands of a predator seemed like a swell idea at the time. Off we went in our blazed state, with Tom and both lighting up cigarette, that enjoyable bit of lung diseases that always seemed to accompany me especially after I smoked a good joint. The small talk was minimal, the sex talk though. Tom told me about himself, how he was a plumber, made decent wage and liked the fact that I was in the military and how it was good that a kid had a career path ahead of him. “Besides,” he said bluntly, “I’ve never fucked an Army guy before and I’m going to fuck your hole all night.” Honestly, I was terrified of this guy but so fucking pleased that he had chosen me to abuse. That’s the submissive in me I guess and I was prepared to wallow in it as much as possible. We finally rode the back roads of our small beach town to his place, a nice double wide on a bare lot, his even bigger work truck parked out front. He hustled me inside to a fairly clean place, the lights on but dim enough where they weren’t a bother. He pointed out the kitchen quickly, the closed door that was his roommates side of the house, and practically herded me into dark room with the huge bed that was where I’d lose my mind to my favorite rapist. We make it into the room and he taking the lead starts stripping, folding his clothes onto the dresser, encouraging me to get my ass naked. I finally saw the beast naked and it was beautiful. Tom stood about 5’11 with that wiry meanness about him that spared no fat on his bones. No tattoos but he was covered by dense fur with it really only staying free of his upper back. I’m distracted and naked at this point, still high but having a little more sense from the calming ride over. And in a surprising move, Tom slid over, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me, soulfully, with as much hunger as I was feeling for him. That moment of gentleness didn’t last long. He pushed me onto my back on the bed, lifted my ankles up, and told me to slide back, which in my excitement I did. Tom climb after me and mounted on top of me like I was his woman, his cock, soft now, nestled against my nervously rock-hard cock. This time his kisses were controlling, almost angry, and he jabbed his hips in such a way that his meaty shaft slid across mine, stiffening up. He leaned back on his knees and reached across the bed, dragging open a drawer on a little bedside table and retrieved a bag with little multi-colored pills. At a guess, this drug I knew, ecstasy and at this point is when I got really excited. I had always wanted to try sex with ecstasy as it had a way of awakening a monster that would mirror Tom’s. Tom acknowledged my next question that it was and he fumbled in the bag, withdrawing four pills. What I didn’t know is that all four were for me, Tom would take his later, and all four of them were going up my ass. The prelude to this was wonderful though as he palmed them and moved back down, his mouth breathing warm air over my cock, my balls, and his then the touch of his five-o’clock shadowed lips on my fuck hole. The pot at this point seemed to awaken, or my libido did, and he ate my hole with mincing little spasms of his jaw, changing pitch to stab his tongue deep inside me. I wasn’t clean and I wasn’t ready as my intentions had only been to suck dick and then go home. This didn’t bother Tom in the least and after a moment, it didn’t bother me either. When my hole loosened, I felt the first invading digit of his thick finger only for a second in and then out, only to return with a burning hot ember shoved deep enough to make me wince. I admit, I wasn’t the best pig right then as I was on the verge of complaining when he did it again and again, each pill pushed just under softy mass of shit in my backside. “Don’t fucking lose those kiddos or you owe me $100.” How I was going to manage that when the burn from his unlubed finger combined with the absolute burn of MDMA shoved unceremoniously up my ass started cramping my tunnel immediately. “Just hold it for thirty minutes and you’ll love it,” was the advice Tom gave me. But the expert knew I was all in when I nodded, afraid to speak lest those little pills came rocketing out. Tom’s way to pass the time though, that didn’t need any convincing. He moved up the bed, swinging his ass over my head, and lowered his hairy crack to my face. There are a lot of things in this world I love. Good music, good food, good drugs, and come inside me but nothing kicks off the pig in me quite like wolfing down on the puckered hole between two hard white ass cheeks. The taste is delicious, unbelievably so and while I had never licked one with such dense hair, I had spent some of that time overseas sucking on the ripe ass of a transwhore in Germany. One hand on each thigh, I sucked and licked while the ecstasy burned a line of bright pain in my bowels. Tom was an expert as well, allowing me in and then using his ass muscles to push me out. My eyes would open and close as I made love to his ass. Minutes rolled by and the pain turned dull and then disappeared. Then revulsion hit me hard, hard enough to gag me. No, it wasn’t a sudden drop back to the reality that I was sucking on a man’s shithole, possibly inches from his last meal, no it was the ecstasy bearing down on my like a freight train. It always happens this way for me. This sudden nausea hits me like a train and for a good ten minutes I couldn’t have licked and sucked at him if I tried. Tom again had the patience of a man on the verge of triumph.

He opened the door wearing his full leather gear: boots, chaps, jock, vest, chest harness and MASTERS cap. I had parked down the street and walked to his back door, also clad head to toe in full body hugging leathers, nothing else. He loooked me up and down and said "You will do." He was a self-described 'Leather Master' who enjoyed total service and submission from all subs he used. We had chatted on-line and now we were, per the Master's orders, meeting face-to-face. Once I walked through his back door I was his slave to use, abuse, and train as Master saw fit. I dropped to my knees, head down in total submission and servitude, when he said "You are my property, I am your Master and slave owner. Do as I say and don't speak unless I direct you." Master's gloved hands grabbed and explored the skin-hugging leathers I was wearing, as he said "My slaves only wear leathers for public outings, but Master enjoys his slaves to have 'unused' slave sections covered in skin and skull fitting black leathers." He then called his alpha slave who promptly crawled into the room. "Prepare my new subject." The alpha slave pulled me by the neck into another room. The room was cold and had a concrete floor with a drainage hole in the center of the room. "Strip." I removed my gear and stood naked. "Hands and arms over your head." I did as told. Alpha slave cuffed and shackled my wrists to a chain that was anchored in the ceiling. He pulled on the accompanying ropes and I found myself lifted off the floor to the point that my toes just brushed the cold floor. I was shocked as the slave hosed me down with a garden hose, only to commence shaving off all my head hair and my body hair, explaining "Master wants all his slaves to be hairless, with all secondary masculine traits removed or locked-up so nothing is in his way." I was lowered and alpha slave lead me to a metal table where my dick and balls were locked inside a metal chastity cage, saing "Slaves have no use for them." A full leather slave hood was fitted over my skull and tied tightly on me with only a hole at mouth. A thick bondage collar locked real tightly around neck and closing off the base of the hood, complemented the slave hood. With the click of the metal dog lead, alpha slave lead me back to the hanging post, ready for my Master. Slave I was, with no options. I was helpless and unprotected. "You like to PNP?" Master asked, explaining he preferred his slaves to to enjoy the use of meth fed into their veins by the Master's forced chem slams. "Camera rolling?" I could feel my Master's body push up against mine and a sharp prick into my arm, pushing liquid down through the IV tube and into my blood stream. I became submissive and was ready to be Master's slam-slave as I was overcome with the rush. I was in his complete and total control and ownership. I was a drug-fucked piece of fuck slave. My mind was utterly fucked-up with verbal abuse and forced acts of sexual debauchery. For hours I was chained down, legs over my head as my hole was wreaked by multiple objects, toys, dicks, fists, and medical devices. Sporadically Master injected me with more liquid meth. I woke up still collared and hooded, a plug locked in my hole. A voice said "Slave, you're in a metal dog cage. You are now one of Master's possessions."

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 5; Sex is not normally allowed in the shower area, but an incredible show was just about to be put on, so, I am sure the rules could be bent on this one occasion! We got to the shower area, and there were two showers free. We took the end one, where I at his command held onto the bit that held the shower head that was firmly in the wall. Some guys were showering, some were drying, and some were passing through to get to another part of the sauna. His voice boomed out; - May I have your attention please my fellow good Men? I am HIV+, I have the strain that I first became infected with in the late 80s, and the Cuban strain that I acquired more recently due to being a fucked up nasTy sex pig. Now this sexy handsome young Man wants something from me, don't you. - Yes Sir - Tell the good people what it is you want from me - I want you to infecT me with your poz cum Sir - You have been begging me to infecT you, haven't you boy - Yes Sir, and I will continue to beg for as long as it takes for you to give me what I want, and what I as a worthless FAGGOT deserve! Someone from the gathering crowd piped up; - Fuck YEAH, I gotta see this nasTy horny sh!t go down He took my towel away from me, revealing my pert tight high round ASS - Holy sh!t, I wish it was me that was knocking up that cutie! I suddenly felt his nasTy piece of AIDS-Meat slapping on my ASS cheeks - What's my viral load boy, remember? - Isn't it 13.3 Million copies, Sir - Yes boy, well done, but louder so everyone can hear you. What is Sir's viral load? - 13.3 Million Sir *I said , raising my voice* I think he was trying to humiliate me, which turned me on to no end. He turned to the crowd, which was building ... - So, are there any objections? I stood up straight to get a good look at everyone. And everyone seemed to be fully erect, most stroking their hard Dicks. I think everyone was excited to witness my life change! I suddenly caught the eye of another AIDS fucker, looking at my Sir with an evil looking smirk, as though to say, 'I know your game, because I play it too' ... He walked over, sporting his Bio-hazard tattoo on his left pec. He also was yellow, skinny, and gaunt. FUCK, did I pick the right day or whaT to come here. He re-positioned me to how I was before I stood up straight, stood to the side of me, parted my ASS cheeks; - Go on mate, fuck your boy. Do NOT make him wait any longer. I felt my AIDS God grab my hips, and penetrate me and begin fucking my eager begging to be pozzed, neg cunt. As he fucked he spanked my bubble cheeks. - Oh Fuck YEAH. Your cunT is feeling very warm and silky wrapped around my Death-weapon, and soon I am going to take full ownership of it, boy! - Fuck Sir, I have secretly waited years for this moment to cum, when a REAL Man would claim full ownership of me by giving me his DNA ~ I CANNOT wait! My AIDS God's soon to be partner in crime began to make himself fully present in our worlds from here on in; - I heard ALL of what you both said. The entire dialogue! Fucking NASTY mate! I am unmedicated too, and also have a super-infection. But I have Hep C, also. - I have Hep C too - Oh yeah, know your Genotype? Mine is 6! - Mine is 2! - GREAT! My HIV super-infection is subtype AE. Between the pair of us we've got plenty to keep his immune system very busy. - Join us in my private cabin when we are done here if ya like. - Fuckin' DONE mate! They are having this conversation whilst my Sir is fucking me, attention not even on me, just being used like some piece of Fuck-Meat, and I couldn't have asked for more, or been happier, although, I was about to get MUCH more! The new AIDS Daddy that had joined us pulled my cheeks apart ... 'Go on mate, infecT him .... INFEEEEECT HIIIIIIM' The second time he said it was really loud. MY AIDS God picked up his pace and it kept hitting my prostate each time he was in deep. And that was it, I started pumping my neg cum without my cock even being touched. I felt a powerful electrical surge rage through my body, as I hyperventilated, whimpered, and screamed in extreme poz-itive ecstasy. Now that my prostate had it's release, my cunt really began to feel the invasion on each thrust. It felt like I was being stretched by clouds and razor-blades at the same time, and I was fucking floating on them! A guy about 1 foot away from me, in a shower, kept pressing the water each time it stopped to keep himself wet, as he tugged on his Big Dick, looking at me, mouthing stuff like; 'Fucking AIDS whore', and 'Nasty Poz FAGGOT' with an intense evil grin. Then the momenT came where my life changed. - OH FUCK YEAH, I am about to inject my lethal poison into you. You ready boy? - YES. Knock me up Sir. Fucking own my soul Sir with your Demon seed! Then came about 15 seconds of intense, hard, demon power fucking, THEN, he started to cum, and when I say cum, he roared like something that didn't even sound Human. He really sank into my hips with his fingers. Through his roaring I could hear whoever was watching either grunt as they shot their load, clapping, or cheering. His filthy toxic sperm didn't have the usual wet and warm feeling. It felt wet, and ... HOT. It actually felt like it was burning. And I fully accepted it, as it bathed in my charged up cunT.

Just hooked up with a guy from A4A who wanted a bj, profile said "top, fetishes". Messaged me: "i need my dick and balls sucked and swallowed" and within a few texts and 30 minutes was at my door. Opened his pants pulled out his soft dick and balls and pulled me toward him while he was standing up. I went to work he plumped up quickly, he maneuvered my head to where he wanted my mouth, and groaned his enthusiasm. "You like how I taste? You gonna swallow me? You always drink from fat dicks? You sure you swallow?" were his comments as I sucked away and tried to prolong his orgasm. Finally he had to cum and swallowed everything. He kept holding my head gently massaged his slightly erect dick in my mouth, hoping he had another load. Rubbing my head gently slapping my cheek he told me what a good daddy I was taking everything without spilling any cum. Then he started pissing a little in my mouth which I swallow, he's telling me how hot this is and keeps feeding me more slowly. He's getting off on me just accepting it and he gets more enthused. Keeps talking how he always wanted someone to drink from him and swallow whatever his dick feeds. He starts fucking my throat and little dribbles of piss come out then dumps another load of cum. I suck him dry and limp, he pulls out, and tells me he can't believe I took him all. I told him to come back again and I'll be his personal hole to use. Hope he does.

PART 6 The next few days went something like spend 23 hours absolutely beating myself up and being sure my life was over, and the other hour reliving the sex that had taken place and jerking off three times a day. And it was the only thing I thought about jerking off. But there was no way I was ever going to do that again. I tried to avoid even going by Tom’s place, mostly because I was just so freaked by HIV and that he had cum in me and also just because I had never acted like that, like so slutty and desperate for a guy. My resolve to avoid a recurrence aside, it was safe to say I thought about Tom a lot. I would spend hours mad that he could have done that to me, followed by thoughts of how great it was that he had done that to me. It was almost worse. I finally had had the sex I had fantasized about and it had felt SO GOOD, but I couldn’t ever do it again. I struggled to focus on school and work but still found myself obsessing over fact that I had had raw sex. And taken cum. And, of course, I felt guilty over jerking off to it, but I just couldn’t help it. At least I had that, I would tell myself. Five days. Not even a week. I had been at school and then work and it was Friday and I decided to go to the Jacuzzi at the apartment complex. And who shows up about three minutes after I got in the water? Opening his robe he displayed a well-packed Speedo that could barely contain his cock and balls. "Chris, I have been hoping I would see you again. I know you were kind of flustered when you left. I really enjoyed our time we spent together. God, you were amazing.” He said as he settled in the water, directly across from me. “In fact, I was really really hoping to see you again.” I was practically shaking from the adrenaline going thru me. Part of me was so scared of what had happened, but part of me was seriously stuck on the fact Tom had really liked it and he liked me. He had been thinking about me. “I, I have been busy all week with school and work and stuff,” I said quietly. “I bet you need to relax,” he replied, adding “I bet you need to let go, let some of that stress go, let your true self come out for a while.” He had kind of slowly moved around the jacuzzi and he was now close to me. I just nodded at what he said. A recording of our previous meeting was playing over and over in my head. “I think we have had enough jacuzzi. Let’s dry off and go back to my playroom.” And he eased himself out of the jacuzzi his half hard cock pressing his suit out. I stared. And then followed. I knew what it meant going back there. And I was going anyway, after all I had said to myself. It was that easy for him to get me. We walked silently back to his place. As soon as we were in the door he suggested "Let’s just leave our suits down here,” as he stripped off what little he was wearing. I followed suit. Ten seconds in his house and I was naked. I followed him up the stairs into his play room. Shutting the door he stepped over to the entertainment center and inserted a video as I took a seat on the bed. As the video flickered through the opening credit, Tom joined me on the bed, his tongue invading my mouth. “I jerked off every day thinking about you and your sexy body and little boyhole,” he whispered. "I jerked off so many times thinking about you," I admitted, adding "I know I shouldn’t do this but I want to so badly,” I whispered through our kiss. "Shhhhh. Don’t worry, baby boy. This is your playroom. Your place to be your true self and to do what you want to do. What you need to do. And my baby boy needs his hole fucked again doesn’t he?” Tom whispered, his inches from mine. Unbidden, my had was already stroking his cock, which, I thought, felt like steel. “I want you to fuck me so bad,” I blurted out, surprising myself. But it was true. What had been a want these last few days was now a need. Tom was so hot. His cock was so fucking big and perfect. And he wanted me just as much I could tell. Looking me in the eyes, he asked me the question of which I was afraid "And what about my cum: Are you gonna take my cum again?” His cock leaking precum in my hand, the heat of his body, his smell. It all pushed me to the edge, where I was just his. And I was my true self. And my true self knew that every thought I had had about Tom always ended with him cumming in me. “I want your cum. I want you to fuck me like last time until you cum in me. In my hole, “ I replied. Just like that, I had somehow ended up in his room. And this time, he knew right away that my ass was his to use. And the cum. I was trembling still, a ball of horninss and nerves. This super hot guy was HIV positive, and he had a huge cock that was rock hard. And I had basically just asked him to fuck me and fill me up with sperm. And this time, cock hunger won out quicker than fear as I slid down to my knees and opened my mouth wide, ready to serve.

PART 5 Everything went into overdrive and I felt a surge of lust go through me like I had never experienced. And my was throbbing yes, but my hole was spasming and just felt so, so... hungry. Tom looked down at me, “You like poppers Chris?” “Fuck this is so... oh my god,” was all I could get out. “You should see the way your hole is just going crazy. It looks so sexy convulsing like that," he remarked with a smile. “Please lick it again. I want to feel it so bad. My butt, it’s just, holy shit, I never felt like this before,” I sputtered. My entire focus seemed to be on my hole. I knew my dick was hard, but I didn’t care. I just needed his attention on my hole again. “Chris, I can’t lick it now, I put that lube on and it doesn’t taste that good.” He edged closer to me and handed me the bottle again. I automatically did two deep breaths in each nostril. I was just flying now. And he came in and pointed his rock hard cock, with precum dripping from its head, and slowly began rubbing my exposed hole with his cockhead. And oh fuck it felt good. I ground my ass against his cock, bucking and teasing, but he just teased back. He was so good at it, driving me further and further over the edge. The thought that he didn’t have a condom on registered but he wasn’t fucking me, so I dismissed it immediately. Besides, it felt so fucking good. He seemed to sense when the poppers started to fade and urged me on again. “Three hits, Chris. Three hits in each nostril. Or else, no more hole-rubbing,” he whispered. I wasted no time hitting each nostril with three deep pulls from my new friend, this little brown bottle. He went back to work teasing my hole as I writhed and tried to stay still, when it felt so good that I just wanted more. He was so subtle that I barely felt him increasing the pressure against my hole. And his teasing got more pronounced,as he focused on the center of my hole. Slowly and surely, he increased the pressure and it was now impossible to deny the gentle burrowing of his cock. But it was okay. He wasn’t fucking me. My breath was coming out in sharp gasps by now and it all felt so good. When he said “Four times, Chris. Four big hits on each side. Do it. Do it my sexy little boy,” I immediately complied. And I was already so spun. And those last hits broke my final will. I didn’t even realize it had happened til after it had happened. It was like my body made the decision for me. About thirty seconds after those four hits on each side, with his firm pressure against my hole and his cock already burrowing into my opening, I literally heaved myself up and impaled myself onto his cock. The head popped through my ring and two inches of hard raw shaft followed. He held me firm. I didn’t take anymore cock in me, but he wasnt gonna let me back off either. I half screamed and half moaned. The burn of pain in my ass subsiding already. “There’s my little bottom boy. I knew you’d show yourself. Such a tight hole. A hungry tight hole,” he whispered. And he was now working more of his cock in, pushing me to take it but not trying to hurt me. “Hit the bottle again sexy. Hit those poppers and let that little hole relax,” he murmurred. I know I did hit the poppers over and over,but lost count of how much each time. And by now there was zero denying that he was fucking me. His cock was sliding in and out and he worked it deeper and deeper. Nothing had ever felt this good. Then I remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Tom, what about, what about condoms?” I got out between gasps. “I don’t have any sexy. Besides it feels so good like this. Skin to skin,” was his reply. And it did feel so good. And he was going even deeper and fucking me more aggressively and the poppers... I lost it. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Feels so good. So good. Big fucking cock so good,” I babbled. And then he was whispering in my ear, “Your hole is so hungry I can feel it, like you are pulling me inside you. I’m almost balls deep. You know what’s gonna happen when I am buried all the way inside you? I’m gonna cum. Deep up in you. And you are gonna let me aren’t you?” I was grunting and gave no sign of discouragement, but that wasn’t enough. He continued, “ Say it. Say it’s okay for me to cum inside you. I’m not gonna let you have it if you don’t ask for it.” I didn’t even think about it. I was facing a primal need that immediately rendered my decision. “Cum in me, Tom, I want you. Give my your load inside my ass," I managed to get out as he was so close to bottoming out in me. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I'm so close so close to filling your hole up with cum. Take it. Take that big dick. Earn that cum load,” he whispered. With a last hit if poppers, I finally blossomed and he sank that last bit into my boy hole. It hurt in that good way that instantly made me want to feel again again. He was delivering short hard strokes with the result he was balls-deep in my ass. "Oh fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you. Gonna fucking cum. Fucking fill you up. Yeah yeah FUCK YEAH, take that fucking load. Take that fucking hot cum. Oh, fuck,” he groaned in a deep voice. “Oh god. Oh god,” was all I could get out. Over and over. In the back of my brain I realized my torso was dripping with cum - a load I had blown, but which I somehow hadn't realized when I was actually cumming. The feeling of my hole being fucked so deeply had overwhelmed my orgasm. My cock hadn’t mattered compared to the ecstasy of my asshole. “Please stay in me,” I whispered. He looked down at me and announced "You are the sexiest boy I have ever fucked. I swear your hole NEEDED dick. And cum. It needed that too didn’t it sexy boy?” A s I started to come down, the alarms went off in my head. Holy fuck, this guy came in me. And it felt like he came a lot too. I had no idea if he was safe or anything. I slowly backed off his cock, which fell out of my hole with a plop. I was losing that fuck high quickly. How could I have lost control like this? Because he was so fucking sexy, I answered myself. And those poppers. It made me feel like I had to have his dick in me. My body needed it so bad it override my brain. I started to back off him and got up on very very shaky legs to find my clothes. I was a little embarrassed now that I had acted slutty and lost control and I had even asked him to cum in me. I asked him too! Apparently Tom could sense my developing freak and reassured me, “ Hey sexy, I know that was a lot at once. I am so happy I met you though. You are so hot. And I would love to do this again and again. It can be our secret, if you want. But I hope you want more. And the look in your eyes says you do.” By now I had my shorts and shirt on. I knew I had to ask. And I was so scared as I quietly asked “Tom, are you... are you safe?” He looked at me and patted the bed to sit down next to him, asking with a slight smile "Safe? What does that mean? Was I gentle not to hurt you? If that’s what you mean, yes. Or do you mean something else?” He was gonna make me say it. "Meaning HIV," came my whispered reply. “Chris, I want you to think about what we just did. Think about how much you liked it. How badly YOU wanted it to happen. How it just got better and better. Like you always dreamed man sex could be. And I have more to show you and more to share. And you will be back. Maybe in a day. Or a week. Or two. But you are gonna come back here for more man sex with me. And it’s going to be raw like now. And you will ask me to cum in you again. You will even beg. And to answer your question, yes I am HIV positive. And yes, you took a huge load of my cum.” His gentle smile never faded. I don’t remember my reply. It was all about getting out at that moment. I am sure I said goodbye as I left as quickly as I could. I stumbled on still rubbery legs to my place, extremely aware of the wetness in my hole and asscrack. His semen was slowly leaking out of me. I shut the door behind me and locked it, made it to my room and fell on my bed. My head was spinning. HIV positive cum was inside my ass. What was I gonna do? And then his speech at the end. As if I'd ever do that again! But as my thoughts continued to unfold for every ten fearful 'Oh fucks!', there was a long thought of the knowledge I had just had sex that was so amazing I didn’t even think it was possible. But there was no way I was ever doing it again. No way.

Hot story mate.

It the way the gods of kink and perversion made us. The top or stud has his pleasure zone in his cock. The bottom or bitch has his pleasure zone in his anal ring. So to get the pleasure and sexual relief the stud naturally mounts the bitch. Why fight nature and the gods. Know your place and accept your fate

Damn hot story. I like taking loads at the bookstores around town.

My first piss load was a stealth experience and it was hot! I was getting fucked missionary by a guy who I had hooked up with a few times before but our prior experiences had always been a quick pump and dump. This time, in the middle of fucking me he suddenly stopped and held his cock balls deep in my ass. I said, "what the fuck, are you cumming already?" He said, "no, I'm taking a piss." As he continued to piss my ass started to feel pleasantly warm and full. I just laid there and took all of it in a state of bliss. I had always fantasized about having a guy piss in my ass but like many on this thread was afraid if I asked him to he would freak out. When he finished pissing he went back to fucking me and I loved the wet sloshing sensations it was giving me inside. By the time he added his load to the mix my ass was well used and staring to leak some of his piss which as hot as hell. I wanted to lay there and enjoy the feeling of his piss and cum inside me for as long as possible but unfortunately he had pissed a lot and it needed to come out so I had to rush the bathroom and let it out. I jacked off and came as his piss and cum were running out of my ass into the toilet. I've been stealth pissed a few times since then but I have also become more open about my desires and if I feel the top is piggy enough I don't hesitate to ask for his piss. More often than not I get it. However, getting pissed in by a stealth top who does it without asking is a way hotter experience than discussing it before hand. Nothing gets me hotter than an alpha male dominate top who uses his bottoms in whatever way he pleases as he knows the natural order of things -- my role as a bottom is to be submissive and take whatever he gives me and thank him for it when he's done.

: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.......

New to gay sex here and I will do level 6 right from the start. Thought about PRep for a long time and I have decided not to take it.

3. Mark withdrew his cock slowly from my gaping hole, which released his thick cock head with a soft squelsh. He came around to my head and place his cock against my lips. “ Suck my cock clean boy, get all the cum as ass juice off of me.” I opened my mouth wide and slurped happily on his magnificent cock, tasting a strange mixture of cum, sweat, and something I had not tasted before that I could only assume was my ass as I sucked him clean. Once his cock was again glistening with spit, clean of ass juice and cum, he pulled it from my mouth squatting down to kiss me briefly. He looked into my eyes and smiled remarking "You are doing so well boy. I love how you’re hole opens so well for me. I’m gonna stretch you wide, slide some toys inside your hole and then once you’re gaping wide I’m gonna work my fist inside of you. You want me to open you up for my fist, boy?” Four hours ago the answer would have been an emphatic no, but with three loads in my ass and the taste of cum in my mouth, the answer was an emphatic yes. “Good.” He bent forward, his cock against my lips again, leaning over my body three fingers prodding at my open hole, easily sliding first three, then four fingers inside, working them around and twisting them back and forth. I opened my mouth to accommodate his cock, first the head working deep into my throat, brushing against my tonsils, making me briefly gag, but resolved when I swallowed and his cock slid more deeply into my throat. As I swallowed his still rigid cock he started to work fingers from his other hand into my hole, pulling my ring open laterally as he did so. As his fourth finger from his other hand worked inside of me I let out a long low groan around his cock, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I could feel cool air from the room around me brushing against my insides as he held me open, exposing my tender pink guts to the world for the first time. Suddenly his fingers were gone, then his cock was pulled from the back of my throat, and he was walking away. I strained against the restraints trying to see where he had gone but I couldn’t see him with my limited mobility. I felt pressure on my hole a few moments later, something wide and cold, was being pressed against my stretched out sphincter. Something even wider then Mark’s cock or fingers was pushing into my hole stretching me even further. I moaned. With a slight pop my hole gave way and whatever it was suddenly was inside of me sliding slowly deeper. The cum inside of me mixed with the cold lube that Mark had put on whatever he was forcing into me. “I wanna be able to watch you, please. I wanna see you stretch me out and get me ready for your fist,” I begged, panting over my shoulder. “Yeah?” “Yes please. I wanna see my hole wrapped around your cock, your fingers, your hands…” “This big black dildo…” he added, shaking the massive object in my ass. “Yes!” “All right boy. I’ll move you over to the sling.” Withdrawing the dildo from my ass and then unstrapping me from the fuck bench, his large powerful arms wrapped around my midsection then and pulled me up holding me tight to the chest, carrying me to the sling, flipping me onto my back and tossing me into position. Then, fastening my hands and legs to the straps of the sling, he kissed me once more before, with a smile, he presented a long thick black dildo for my inspection. The dildo was certainly as long as his cock, but was almost one and a half times as thick. The dildo ended with two big black balls and a suction cup at the bottom. Mark smeared some more lube on it from a bowel that stood on a little table he had moved over and then returned to working it into my ass. I watched transfixed as my hole resisted for a moment and then blossomed around the toy opening wide to accommodate the dildo’s impressive girth. Slowly he started to fuck me with the toy, the flared shaft working deeper and deeper inside. I was groaning madly as the ten-inch length was worked into me. It was almost impossible to believe, and honestly if I hadn’t been able to see it happening in the mirrored ceiling I wouldn’t have believed it myself. Cum bubbled up around the invading dildo as the maddening girth pushed the cum from my hole. Once Mark had bottomed the dildo out in me he started to fuck me in earnest with the dildo pounding my guts just like he had done with his cock. Ten minutes later he pulled the dildo from my hole and kissed me, telling me I was doing a good job. For a few minutes his fingers returned to my hole, four fingers from both hands pressing into me, spreading wide and pulling my hole more and more open. I could see my bright red guts being exposed as Mark tried to move his hands apart inside of me. He pulled his right hand out, adding more lube to his hand and then after sliding his four fingers inside started trying to add his thumb. He formed his fingers into a spear shape and started to press against my still resistant hole. He twisted his hand back and forth applying pressure and then slackening off before pushing back with even more force. It felt like I would be torn in two but I was determined to take anything Mark wanted inside of me. I wanted to learn how to be a bottom. Mark stopped trying to push his hand into me and grinning madly went over to the shelves of dildos picking up a big fat red bulbous dildo, not quite cock shaped but more like a tuber with a very wide base. I stared in amazement and more then a little fear at the broad flat head of the toy, wondering how I was going to be able to take it. Mark lubed up the toy and once again started to press it against my hole. As had happened earlier, I experienced a long moment where I felt sure that the massive toy would never enter my hole. Just as before, however, my hole suddenly lost the battle and my sphincter relaxed around the astounding girth of the toy. My ass seemed to suck the toy in, its narrowing shaft sliding deep inside of me. I was panting, my breath coming in sudden ragged bursts, my heart thundered wildly. “God, your hole is so amazing boy. I’ve never seen someone take to being stretched so quickly.” He gripped the base of the dildo tightly and pulled it slowly from my hole. My ass lips clung to the shaft, being pulled out with the toy, the hair around my ring stuck to the slick lubed shaft. I couldn’t believe how hot it looked, precum was oozing from my cock madly forming a puddle between my taught abs. Mark pulled the toy quickly from my hole leaving my sphincter gaping open my guts clearly visible as they spilled out of my over worked ass. As soon as my hole started trying to wink itself closed a moment later Mark forced the bulbous toy back inside stretching me around its shaft much quicker then the firs time. Again he pulled the toy quickly from my hole causing it to gape and then after a moment try to close. This process of forcing the toy inside of me and then tearing it from my greedy hole was repeated over and over again, my hole staying open slightly long each time. After seven or eight more poundings with the toy my hole simply hung open after it was removed, my swollen ass lips forming a loose circle around my red guts. Mark grinned and set the toy down. “Your wrecked hole is so beautiful boy. Think you’re ready for my fist?” “Yes!” I watched my puffy ass lips lazily try to close as Mark lubed up his hands again. This time he didn’t bother starting with four fingers but quickly started to press his spear shaped fingers into my hole, twisting his hand back and forth trying to find the perfect angle to slide into me. It took several minutes for him to find it but when he did my ass quickly swallowed his hand whole. I gasped, my eyes never leaving the reflected image of Mark’s powerful thick wrist lodged inside my ass. His hand had completely disappeared from view but I could feel his fingers moving around inside of me. He pressed his hand deeper inside of me and then started to pull back. Once my hole had become use to his thick wrist he started to pull his hand almost completely out of my hole and then stuff it back in. He was fucking me with his hand, alternating between penetrating me with his right and then left. I had fallen silent by the time he started punch fucking my hole, slamming his clenched fist into my ruined ass. Some instinct told me to push my guts out like I was taking a shit and I watched in wonder as my ass blossomed around his hand my guts forming a rosebud inside my swollen ass cheeks. He must have fisted me for almost half an hour, my hole was slack, as if it would never be tight again from all the abuse. 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 used on me for so long. 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, The astounding girth of the butt plug pushed my hole just that little bit wider before popping inside me a locking deep in my spacious guts. “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 repeated in complete 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 at any time.” “Fuck me again,” I begged, trying to shake my plugged ass in the sling, “I wanna feel your cock in me again. I want you to breed me again.” “Don’t worry, boy. You’ll get plenty more loads from me tonight. And, if you like, a few from my friends.” “Really?” “If you want. I’ll make sure you get filled with all the warm, sweet POZ cum you can handle boy.” “POZ!” The word shot through me like an arrow. My hear pounded, this time from fear. “Don’t worry boy, I’ve set you free. How much do you love getting fucked and taking loads? How much did you love letting me destroy your ass. Well now you can take any load you want without fear. You’re free to be the loose cunted cumdump I’m teaching you to be.” He pulled the plug slowly from my ass, stretching my hole around its massive girth again. As soon as it slid out in his hand he slid his cock back into my hole. Even though my hole was completely sloppy and wrecked I could still feel his perfect cock slide into my guts. “You still want another load of my POZ cum in your guts boy now that you know the truth?” I thought for a long moment and then looking him dead in the eye uttered a brief sentence that would complete my change from frat boy to cumdump, that would make me a permanent cumdump. “Yes, breed me.” THE END

MAC MEN 6: THE PARTY 2 I’m thinking I want to give Hassan my first load of the party—I loved sucking his thick 7” cock while Marcus was breeding me—and now I want to get my cock inside him. But when I look over to where I left him, he’s taking cock from a beefy leather-stud with a 70’s porn-stache. Their eyes are both closed in ecstasy. This is obviously going to end in breeding but maybe not right away. I decide to walk around and take it all in for a while. I’m anxious to drop my first load of my first Shudder but who should get it? I guess I’ll know when I see it. I find myself drawn to a group of three studs, connected cock to ass in a train, all blonde, all hot, all lost in the fuck. The bottoming barebacker is early 20’s, the middle stud who’s giving cock and taking it is in his 30’s and the golden god fucking him is in his 40’s. “Fucking hot,” I say to the 40’s stud when he glances over at me. “You gonna breed him?” The stud in the middle answers for him. “Yes!” he gasps, desperate to take seed. “You flood my ass and my load will shoot right out into him.” “Fuck yes,” says the kid in front. God, his voice sounds young. “Breed me.” The back cocksman picks up the pace of his fuckstrokes but I can tell that he’s not quite there yet. I can also tell by how distended his nipples are that he likes them played with. I lick my lips, walk up behind him, rest my hard cock in his crack and start playing with his nipples. “Unnnngh yessss,” he groans as I kiss his neck. “That’s what I need, yeahhhh.” I’m going to tweak and talk that load of balljuice right out of his sac and into the middle breeder’s cumhole. I grind my cock in his crack, play with his rock hard nips and say right into his ear, “The guy taking your dick right now needs something from you, he needs it to live.” My studfucker arches back into me and sighs, letting me know he likes where I’m going with this. “You know that that is?” I ask. “My cum,” he says, softly between fuckgasps. “That’s why you’re here,” I say. “That’s why you have a cock, a fat throbbing cock that turns to rock every time you see a hot ass. You’re going to turn that stud’s ass-channel into a fucking river of cumjuice. He’s going to feel the heat first, then the wetness, and then he’s going to fire his own seed into the kid on who’s on his cock. That kid barely looks old enough to buy beer but he doesn’t need beer. What does he need?” “He needs cum,” he says. “Which is what you’re about to unload,” I say, “and you’re going to feel every rope of cum as it courses through your shaft.” “Oh God,” the fucker gasps. “So do it,” I say softly, then get louder and louder. “Do it. Breed him. Breed him. Breed him.” “Breed me!” shouts the middle stud. “Oh God, cum in my ass,” cries the hairless fucker in front. It’s young and whiny, like he needs cum so much he’s almost in tears. “I’m….I’m…” the fucker in front of me gasps. “Do it, fucker….do what you were born to do!” I command him. “Cumminggggg,” he groans, shuddering over the back of the fucker in front of him. I lean over with him keeping my fingers working his nipples. “I’m shooting my load into you. Take it, fucker!” “I can feel it,” says the fuckee. “Now breed me!” says the twink in front. I look at his face, contorted in lust and need, and imagine that even though he’s of legal age, he still lives with his parents. I picture his cell phone in the locker room, lighting up with texts from mom saying, “Where are you? Worried. You okay?” I fantasize about texting back, “You’re son’s more than okay. He’s on cloud fucking nine because he’s about to get his asswalls whitewashed with hot sticky man-cum. He lives to take cum. You took sperm to make him, now he’s going to take it, just because he fucking loves it and needs it and has been thinking about it from the time he was old enough to shoot his own sperm in that bedroom you decorated with the Star Wars sheets…” “My load…” gasps the middle fucker. “My load’s racing through me. Here it cums, fucker. Get ready. Uuuuuunghhhhh. Unghhhh. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. It’s still coming….Unnnnnghhhhhhhhhh.” “Don’t stop!” yells the twink. “Keep shooting! I want every fucking…oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum without touching myself.” I yank my hands out from between the two back studs and rush around to the front of the train, sliding onto my leather-clad knees in front of the kid with my mouth wide open. The first salvo hits my upper lip. The second hits the back of my throat just as I engulf his throbbing young cock. I turn on the suction to make his cum more intense. “Aaaaaaggghhh,” he wails in a sweet mixture of agony and ecstasy. God, his voice is so young and tender, just like his sweet, pink cum-filled ass. Six more spurts fill my mouth. I want to swallow them all in one delicious gulp but I don’t. Shudder’s mainly about assloads so a fresh mouthful of boyjizz is a bit of a novelty. The least I could do is share. I stand up and look the trio I just watched unload. I let a little of the boy’s cum ooze from my lips. The back stud whose nipples I raped inches out his tongue. He wants a taste. I walk over to him, tilt the stud’s head back, then hover over him and let the kid’s white hot load ooze right into his open mouth. Everyone around us who’s watching groans their approval. While there’s still a bit left on my tongue, I pull him up to meet my mouth and we seal our snowball with some deep cummy kissing. Neither of us swallow just yet, wanting to enjoy the fresh boycum a bit longer. Back stud pulls away from me to give the twink a mouthful of his own sweet jizz and I turn to the stud in the middle and smile with my mouth closed. He pulls me in close and uses his long hot tongue to slip between my lips and get whatever’s left of the hot sweet cum he fucked into my mouth. The four of us face each other and continue to make out and come down from the cum-rush—I got a rush, too, even if I didn’t actually cum. As the two younger fuckers head to the cum wall to make their load-marks I say to the older stud, “Hope you didn’t mind, I kind of crashed your scene.” “Are you fucking kidding?” he says, squeezing my hard cock. “I came way harder because of you.” Though I’m rock hard and desperate to plant my first batch of seed, I need to piss so I wind my way through the throng of sweaty, barebackers to the men’s room. I can’t believe how much the whole place smells like cum. It’s overwhelming. As I turn the corner into the bathroom first thing I see is a spectacular ass in an Addicted jockstrap facing a urinal. I know this ass. I’ve ogled this particular ass before but where? In a porn video maybe? My eyes trail up the man’s hairy, tatted back to his head, which sports a Mohawk that’s halfway grown back in. I know this fucker. He’s a go-go boy I’ve seen shaking his ass at some of the local clubs. In fact, I think I tipped him before. In his 30’s and covered with dark wiry hair, this buff otter may work a go-go boy but he’s all man. And that bubble butt is a fucking work of art; high and tight with a light dusting of dark hair all over it. If the way he dances is any indication, that ass can work a cock like there’s no tomorrow. I let my cock lead the way to the urinal next to him. “How’s it going?” I say. “Good,” he says. “Just got here. How is it in there?” “It’s fucking incredible,” I say, “but this is my first Shudder so I don’t have anything to compare it to. I feel like my fucking head’s about to explode.” He looks over at me and smiles. He’s got a sexy fucking smile, brown bedroom eyes and dark beard and mustache framing his thick cocksucking lips. “I’ve seen you,” he says. “I’ve seen you dance before,” I say. “I wanted to tip you one time but I lost my nerve. This was a while ago when I wasn’t as confident.” “I don’t bite,” he says. “I’m Rafi.” “Randy,” I say, then look down at my cock. “Damn, I need to piss but my dick won’t go down. I’ve been here a while but I haven’t, um, unburdened myself yet and I feel like it’s clouding my brain. There we go,” I say as my piss finally starts flowing. “What were you waiting for?” he asks. “The right guy,” I say, looking into his eyes. Rafi smiles, finishes pissing then goes to wash his hands. I’m afraid he’s going to leave the bathroom before I finish and I’m going to lose him in the crowd. But after he dries his hands he comes back, stands with his back behind me, then reaches around and cups my balls. “How full are these babies?” Rafi asks. “Four. Fucking. Days,” I say. “Fuck yes,” says Rafi. “I want it.” I finish pissing, turn to face Rafi and we start making out right there. He’s exactly my height so our tongues slip into each other’s mouths easily. “Mmmmm,” he says. “I taste cum.” “Guilty,” I say with a shrug. “Whose?” he asks. “I’m not exactly sure,” I admit. “That’s Shudder,” he says and starts kissing me again. “Excuse me,” says a voice from behind us. We look over and see a sweat soaked stud in rubber shorts waiting to use the urinal. “Sorry,” I say, with a laugh then go to the sink and wash my hands. While I lather them up, Rafi stands behind me and plays with my hole still which is slick from Marcus’s jizzload. “Ooh, you little slut. Can’t wait till mine’s a cummed-up mess, too. Let’s go.” Rafi takes my hand and leads me back through the party, like two high schoolers walking onto the dance floor at prom. The sex frenzy in the room has gotten even louder and more primal than it was a few minutes ago, if that’s possible. A lot of studs are on their second loads and we all know those are often louder and more intense than Load 1. Rafi walks a bit ahead of me and I can see other studs checking out his ass as he passes and then shooting me a look that says, “You lucky fucker.” “Perfect timing,” Rafi says, as a freshly-bred bottom and his boybreeder climb off a large square leather ottoman, leaving a trail of cum to catch the light. “This is my favorite spot. I call it the Fuck Square.” As Rafi pulls me down onto the square with him, my ass and lower back squish in puddles of cum that were left by who knows how many fucks. “Check that out,” Rafi says pointing to the ceiling. Hanging above us is a large mirror. I look at myself, limbs tangled up with Rafi, my dick rock hard and shiny with pre-jizz, Rafi’s purple cockhead sticking out of the top of his Nasty Pig jockstrap. Fuck, we look sexy, all primed for breeding, surrounded by other sweaty studs who have that same insatiable need to breed. Rafi crawls up between my legs and takes my cock down his throat in one gulp. I see his head bobbing up and down in the mirror but what I can’t take my eyes off is his amazing ass, the ass I’ve watched dance on top of boxes at bars but never imagined I’d get to touch, let alone drill and fill. A tatted-up Latin stud approaches us and grabs Rafi’s ass but he politely rebuffs him. “Sorry, man, this seat is taken,” he quips, jutting his scruffy chin toward me then taking me down his throat again in one gulp. “Oh fuck, I’m too close, Rafi. Come off,” I gasp. Rafi crawls up my body and kisses me deep, his tongue snaking into my mouth, his full beard scraping against my face. “Let’s fuck already,” he whispers. “Sit on it,” I whisper back. With me still on my back, Rafi straddles my waist and positions is perfect ass over my throbbing cock. I focus on my face in the mirror as Rafi dips up and down, kissing my leaky cockhead with his asslips. With each dip he goes a bit deeper until finally the head pops in. “Oh,” he says, a look of boyish surprise on his face. His eyes get wider as he inches down on my cock. Fuck, his ass feels so good. When he hits bottom he tosses his head back and I look up into the mirror to see his eyes closed in ecstasy. He opens them and looks at my face in the mirror. “You ready for a ride, Randy?” he asks. “Fuck yeah,” I say. Rafi starts going to town on my cock. While he rides it, I smile at the reflection and think, ‘A few months ago, I’d be spending Saturday night at home, watching TV or at some boring dinner party. Now, I’m out with the bad boys, fucking the hot go-go dancer I’ve been lusting after for months, the one with the perfect ass, and he’s hellbent on taking my sperm. This is too fucking much.’ “You’re ass is even hotter from the inside,” I tell him. He pivots around so he can face me while he rides my cock. “God, this is just what I needed,” he says, rubbing my pecs as I fuck up into him. “All night I was dancing on that box, thinking, I can’t wait to get out of here so I can get fucked.” “And bred?” I ask. “Of course,” he says. “Always. Right, Randy?” “Right,” I say. I lean up to kiss Rafi and while keeping my cock inside him. I feel my balls start to pull up so I flip him onto his back so I can really pound my seen into him. With each down stroke, Rafi gasps, “Fuck.” He pulls his thick 7-incher out of his sweaty jock and I watch it bounce and drool on his tight, hairy belly. As our pace builds a small crowd forms around us. Two bottoming studs lean forward onto the Fuck Square as they take cock from behind, kiss each other and suck on Rafi’s hairy pecs. “Most go-go boys tease but don’t deliver,” I say. “But you’re not like that, are you?” “No,” he moans. “I know that my body, my ass is meant to be shared. It’s what I need, too.” “I can tell, fucker,” I say, scooping a glob of pre-cum from his cockhead and shoving into his mouth for a kiss. “Give me what I came for, Randy,” pants Rafi. “You came for cum, right?” I ask. “Yes,” he says. “Thick, white, sticky sperm, right?” “Yes.” “Where?” “In my ass. In my hot, hungry ass.” Reaching the point of no return, I look over and catch the eye of the other two tops. I nod. They nod. This is going to be a three-way breeding, right here on this black leather fuckbench. “Do it, fucker,” demands Rafi. “Breed me!” I piston faster in and out of his ass, my chaps slapping against his illustrious buttcheeks and my nuts boil over. “You’re going to get it!” I warn him. “My four day load, man. I’m blasting it up your ass right….fucking…now!” “Yes, oh yes!” shouts Rafi. “Give me every fucking drop.” “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, too!” groans the top on my right. “I’m filling you up, boy,” shouts the top on my left. “Take my seed, boy!” All three of our heads arch back at once as we unleash our scalding fuckloads. I’ve never felt a cumblast like this in my life, scorching hot, like my cum was actually on fire. Each salvo feels massive as it rushes up my cumtube and into Rafi’s fucktunnel. “Oh God, I feel it! It’s so hot, Randy. Keep pounding. Don’t stop fucking it all in.” I try to count the salvos but I lose track at six. I think there had to be at least ten. Four days worth of my sperm just poured into Rafi, the gogo boy and now I was going to be inside him forever. I collapse onto Rafi’s chest, practically passing out. After we both come down from the fuck, he pulls my face up to his and kisses me sweetly. “Thank you, Randy,” he says. “That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever had here. And that load felt huge. And thick.” “Let’s see,” I say. My cock slides out of his hole with a plop. I pull his legs up and lick his hole. There’s a faint taste of cum but no huge globs. “I must have shot really deep,” I say. “Hold on,” he says…and then he lets it go. Fuck, it’s thick and hot and so so white. I savor the way it looks seeping out of his hole knowing I sacrificed cumming for days for it. Then just as it’s about to slide down his crack onto the bench I dive down and lap it up with one long tongue stroke. Fuck, it’s sweet. I climb back up his body and snowball the cum back and forth in deep, sticky kisses. “So good,” he moans. “I’m sure there’s more in there,” I say. “But let’s leave for lube for the next fucker.” “That’s if I can even get up,” laughs Rafi. “I nearly passed out when you unloaded in me.” When I get to the Wall of Loads to add mine to the tally, Angel happens to be there, too, making his latest mark. “I’m load 99,” he says, handing me the marker. “Looks like you’ll be lucky 100.” “Fuck,” I say marveling at the rows of hash marks in front of me. “That’s a fuckload of cum.” I make my mark, then turn back to face the room full of rutting fuckstuds. Even though I just shot my wad, my cock starts to harden again. “Come with me,” says Angel taking my hand. “I got someone I want you to meet.” TO BE CONTINUED.

MAC MEN 4: GEARING UP (THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES CONTINUES) A few days after my loadswap with Bryan at the gym, Angel picks me up in his Jeep to go buy some gear. On the way to the leather store, I tell him all about my seeding adventure with Bryan in the gym storeroom. “I loved watching him cum while trying not to scream out,” I say. “I’m going to be replaying that moment in my mind for years. It was like a performance.” “As it should be,” says Angel. Angel pulls up in front of the leather store, the appropriately named Skin2Skin and parks. “I’m proud of you, Randy,” he says. “For breeding that stud in the store room at the gym, man, and taking his load, too. And thanks for letting me know that room is there. I might have to make use of it myself sometime.” “I want more,” I say. Angel turns to me and smiles. “A cum junkie is born,” he says, laughing. “Have you done this with other guys?” I wonder. “Done what?” he asks. “Taken them under your wing like this.” “Not like you,” he insists. “I’ve never propositioned a client at the computer store before, like I did to you. I try to keep it professional at work, believe it or not. But there was something about you. I thought you were hot, yeah, but it was more than that. I felt like it was my duty to corrupt you, that that was something that needed to happen.” Hearing all this makes me feel amazing. I give his beefy thigh a squeeze and start to move it up to his crotch. “Well, I’m glad you did.” “Now, let’s go, horny boy,” he says, pulling my hand away. “Ron’s expecting us.” “Does he know I watched you guys on cam?” I say, getting out of the jeep. “He knows all about you,” says Angel, leading me into the store. “He’s been looking forward to this.” I thought Ron was hot on the webcam. In person, he’s an absolute fucking knockout; blondish-brown shaggy hair, a little scruff, golden California tan, and a few well-placed tattoos. He’s dressed in leather pants with red stripes down the side and a crotch pouch that unsnaps and a zipper up the crack for easy access. The pants hug his muscled legs and ass perfectly. On top, he wears a zip-up leather vest that’s half unzipped, revealing a pair of hairy, juicy pumped up pecs and nipples that obviously like to be played with. Both bulging biceps sport black leather bands. “Hey Angel,” he says, his voice deep and rich with just a hint of a California Valley Boy. “Is this the man of the hour?” “I’m Randy,” I say offering my hand. Ron gives it a good, firm shake. “You got a little while?” he asks. “I do,” I say. “Good,” says Ron. “It takes a little time to find the perfect fit. You don’t want to rush it.” For the next hour or so, I try on all kind of gear; from leather pants, chaps and harnesses to Lycra wrestling singlets to assless rubber briefs. Each time I step out of the fitting room, Angel and Ron give me the thumbs up or thumbs down. If a look gets a thumbs up, they usually grope their crotches, too. I can see Angel’s delicious dick nearly poking off of the top his Puma gym shorts. Ron’s fucktool is snaking down the left leg of his leather pants and every time I come out, it’s at little bit further down. I narrow down the items I want to buy one pair of leather pants with laces up the side, one pair of rubber chaps, a maroon and white N2N wrestling singlet, a Nasty Pig jockstrap, and a leather harness that really frames my pecs. I know I shouldn’t be spending this kind of money but it’s all so sexy, and Angel and Ron gave me such positive sexy feedback, that I can’t resist. “So what’s the damage?” I say, pulling out my credit card. “That depends,” says Ron, running his hand over the leather pants that top my stack of gear. “Oh, this is going to be good,” says Angel with a smirk. “Retail, you’re looking at $680,” says Ron. I let out a heavy sigh. “But I’ll take 10 percent off for every minute you can go without shooting your load once you’re in my ass.” “What?” I say. “You heard me,” says Ron. I had a feeling things might be headed this way. Breeding seems to just happen when Angel’s around. My cock gets instantly hard in my shorts. “And I’m here to keep both you fuckers honest,” says Angel gesturing to his digital wristwatch. “In that case,” I say, trying to rise to the occasion and call their bluff, “I’d like to add a couple of items.” I walk to the T-shirt rack and pick out the muscle T that says “LOADING ZONE” and grab a leather cock ring from the display by the register and toss it on top of my stack. “Get leathered up, stud,” says Ron, walking to the front door and putting the closed sign in the window. “Let’s drain those nuts and break in some of that gear.” Angel pulls the chaps and harness from my stack of purchases and shoves them at my chest. “You heard the man,” he says. “He wants you to fuck your cum into him.” Once I’m all geared up, Ron beckons us through one door into a cramped, cluttered office then opens yet another door behind the desk. “Step in to my fuckden,” he says with an evil smirk. Angel and I follow him inside. The room’s about 15 feet by 15 feet. Three of the walls are covered with an erotic mural of men of different body types and races, some geared up, some naked, all hot as fuck and all engaged in the act of giving or receiving semen. “You finished it,” says Angel admiringly. “Not quite,” says Ron. “One more wall left.” “That’s you,” I say, pointing a hot stud in the middle of the tangle of men. “So it is,” says Angel who clearly hasn’t seen it before. “Do I really make that face when I unload?” “Oh yeah,” says Ron. “It’s awesome. And the veins in your neck pop out just like that.” I was so distracted by the mural that I didn’t see Ron get down on his knees. Before you know it my cock is down his throat. He pulls off it after a few strokes and looks up at me. “I was going to suck you hard but you’re already hard as fuck,” says Ron. “So fuck it,” he says, unzipping the zipper that goes up his crack and exposing his hot hole, “get it ready for my ass and let’s seal this transaction with a little DNA.” Ron climbs up onto the leather-covered bed and pulls his legs up by his shoulders, exposing his perfect hairy hole to me. “You’re not going to last 30 seconds,” taunts Angel. “I know, I’m probably not,” I laugh, squirting some Spunk lube on my cock. I climb up on the bed and place my throbbing cockhead at Ron’s hole. “Just a second, Randy,” says Angel, setting the stopwatch on his wristwatch. “I’m so horned up, I don’t even remember what the rules are,” I stammer. “10 percent off per minute you don’t blow,” says Ron. “Starting…NOW!” says Angel pushing my ass forward and slamming me into Ron’s sweet hole. “Unnnnnnngh!” groans Ron, taken aback by the sudden invasion. “Oh God. Fuck, you feel good.” “So do you,” I say, already feeling a tingle in my balls. “This is going to be harder than I thought.” “Wait till he starts talking dirty,” says Angel. “Thirty seconds.” “I’m really good at it.” I manage to give Ron a few long, solid ass-strokes without feeling too much stirring in my gonads. But then Ron looks starts talking. “I know how full your balls are, Randy. Every time you disappeared in that dressing room, I stole a look through the curtain and watched them bouncing around, knowing that what was inside them was going to be inside me.” “Oh fuck,” I groan. “You’re so fucking hot.” “I can’t wait to feel you shoot in me,” he says, punctuating his words with contractions in his ass muscles. Oh shit, the tingling in my balls intensifies with each contraction. “I think you can wait,” I say, shifting my hips from side to side so I can go at that hot hole from differing angles. “The longer I go, the more money you lose…but the more pleasure you get. You want me to last, too, because you’re loving this cock inside you.” “One minute,” says Angel. “Ten…fucking…percent…off!” I say, punctuating each word with a balls-deep thrust, the last of which nearly costs me the whole ball game. “Cum fucker,” says Ron. I freeze right where I am. “Not quite there yet,” I say. “You can stop moving,” says Ron, “but you can’t pull out for more than a split second. That’s the rule.” Holding still seems to curtail my cumming…at least until Ron starts working his ass muscles again. “You can hold perfectly still, Randy. I’m still going to get your load,” growls Ron. “You know it and I know it. And wouldn’t you rather breed me while you were actually fucking than just holding still like a scared pussy?” I roll over on my back, keeping Ron impaled on my cock and let him ride me for a while. I normally tend not to come as easily in this position, but I feel like with a fuckstud like Ron working on my cock, no position is safe. I look up at him as he rides me and see that gorgeous Marlboro Man face, his sexy scruff flecked with hints of blonde and gray, his suckable nipples poking out of his leather vest. Jesus, he’s a fucking fantasy come to life. “You’re the kind of man I would see in a magazine and jack off over,” I gush. “And we all know I’m going to breed you. It’s just a matter of when.” “One minute, thirty seconds,” says Angel. Ron starts really bouncing up and down on my cock, working his ass muscles to try and milk out my load. I close my eyes and try think of things that aren’t sexy at all; nuns, car crashes, tax audits, Republicans, but it’s no use. He just feels too good. “Look at me, fucker,” says Ron. “Open your eyes and look at how good you’re making me feel.” When I open my eyes, I see Ron is holding his hard dick in one hand and the other is pulling a strand of precum from the head of it with his index finger. He shoves the finger in my mouth. “Slurp me down, Randy,” he commands. I do. It makes a loud slurpy sound as it hits my taste buds. “Fuck, sweet,” I say. “Two minutes,” says Angel. I throw Ron over on his side and spoon him while my cock pistons in and out of his perfect fuckhole. My balls are still churning but I’m able to edge myself pretty well. I’ll make it to 3 minutes, at least, I’m sure of it. At least I am until Ron starts talking again. “I’m going to keep your seed in me the rest of my shift,” he says. “And if any of my customers make a face, like they smell something, I’ll say, ‘That’s Randy’s cum. He blew a ton of it up my ass during lunchtime and it’s slowly oozing out.’ Then I’m going to take my finger to my hole and pull a big glob of it up to my mouth and eat it, right in front of them.” “Okay, two can play at this talking game,” I say to him, then start rattling off the Pledge of Allegiance, nursery rhymes, anything I can think of that doesn’t make me want to unload my fuckjuice right up this stud’s hole. “I think we need to shut Randy up,” says Angel, before crawling upon the bed and shoving his hard, dripping cock into my sputtering mouth. I want to spit it out and carry on talking but it just tastes too fucking good. Angel’s cock fits so well down my throat. I’m powerless over Angel’s cock. “Three minutes,” says Angel. “All right, I can live with that,” I say, pulling off Angel’s oozing dick. “I can’t wait anymore. I gotta breed this stud’s cumhole.” “Fuck yeah,” groans Ron. “Do it!” Angel hops off the bed, and pulls Ron’s legs up on his shoulders, placing his perfect pucker right at the head of my drooling dick. “Get ready for the cumflood, fucker,” I say between gritted teeth and slide my dick balls deep again. This new position feels better than any of the previous ones. I’m going to have to settle for 30% off because the only way I’d be able to last another minute is if a semi-truck drove through the room and knocked us apart from each other. “Come on, Randy,” growls Ron. “Fill me up with your stud sperm. I’ve been craving it all day. Thinking about how good it would feel when your cockhead starting expanding in me and those ropes up cum exploded all the way up my guts.” “Oh God, Ron,” I say, my hips taking on a life of their own as I pound and pound Ron’s perfect ass into the fuck bed, hearing the sexy squeak of the leather with every downstroke. “Breed me, breed me, breed me,” chants Ron, throwing his head from side to side. As I feel the cum start to evacuate my balls and race up my pistoning shaft, the images of all the studs on my mural blasting their loads flash through my mind like a rapid fire slide show. “I’m cumming, Ron. I’m cumming in your ass. Take…my….breed! Unnnnnngghhh. Unnnngh. Unnngh. Unnnnggh.” I let out a deep groan with every spurt of jizz that shoots into Ron’s guts. It seems to go on forever. “That was incredible,” I say, collapsing on top of him. “You were incredible,” says Ron. I pull out of Ron, watching a glob of my hot cum ooze out around my cockhead. “Thank you,” I say to Ron, then look to Angel. I climb down off the bed, assuming that the party’s over and it’s time for Skin2Skin to reopen it’s doors. “Randy, you’re really forgetting your manners,” says Angel. “What?” I say, clueless. “There are two sets of balls in this room that haven’t unloaded,” he explains, “but I guess you’re just about you now.” Angel laughs but I do feel a bit embarrassed. “Oh, I assumed you had to open the store back up so we were done,” I stammer. “We can take a little more time,” says Ron. “Especially since you barely lasted three minutes.” “Get on your back and spread that hole, fucker,” Angel says to me. “Hold on a second,” says Ron, running out of the room. He returns a few minutes later holding a skimpy pair of royal blue vintage Adidas running shorts. “Do me a favor. Lose the chaps and put these on,” he says, tossing me the shorts. “They belonged to the first guy I was ever with, the guy who got me hooked on breeding. He was a jock in school and lifeguard at the pool in my hometown when I was teenager. Brandon. He was seventeen and I was fifteen. He used to walk around in these all summer and he looked so fucking hot.” I strip out of the chaps and start to slip into the shorts. “They’re are all cummed up,” I say, stroking the crusty fabric. “At the end of the summer, before he went away to college, he jacked off in them and gave them to me,” says Ron. “And you’re going to add to it while I’m fucking you,” says Ron. “Hot,” I say. “How many loads would you say have been shot in these?” I ask as I feel my cock harden against the crusty nylon. “I just found them a couple of weeks ago when I went home for a visit,” so not that many yet. “Maybe twelve, not quite one a day, plus Brandon’s original load. My goal is for there to be hundreds.” I climb up on the bed and Ron grabs my legs and slides me down to the end of the bed so he can pound me standing up. Ron pulls the leg of the flimsy high-cut shorts to the side so can get at my hole then slides his 8-incher up and down my crack. Angel squirts lube onto Ron’s cock, then onto my ass and then next thing you know, Ron’s inside me. “Fuck, that feels incredible,” I say. “Good,” says Ron before sliding his dick completely out of my ass and then all the way back in. “Got a big load for you, too. I was in the middle of rubbing one out last night, maybe 20 seconds from cumming, when Angel called and said you were coming in today. So I thought, ‘I’m gonna save my juice for the newbie,’ and I stuck my cock back in my shorts and went to sleep.” “Fuck, yeah,” I say, stroking my cock in the shorts. “You gonna be able to cum again, Randy?” asks Angel. “He wants your load in those shorts.” “I’m already leaking,” I say, between groans. I see Angel disappear from my sightline. Soon enough, I feel his tongue on my ass right below where Ron’s dick is sliding in and out. “I wanna taste the tip,” says Angel. Ron pulls his dick from my ass and without missing a stroke, slides it down Angel’s throat. “Uuummmmm,” says Angel. Then it goes back in my ass, then back in Angel’s throat, ass, throat, ass throat, without missing a beat for at least a minute. Finally, Ron’s dick goes deep and stays deep and I hear Angel slurping at Ron’s ass, the ass I just flooded with my spunk a few minutes ago. “You tasting my spunk, Angel?” I ask. “Mmmm-hmmm,” he says, between slurps. “I gonna soup you up soon,” says Ron. “But I want you to soak those shorts before I cum or at the same time. You close?” “Getting there,” I say, jerking my cock against the sexy nylon. Angel moves on from his ass-to-mouth duty and climbs up on top of me, placing his hole right on my face. God, I love his hole. It’s just fucking perfect. I start darting my tongue in and out of his pucker while Ron starts picking up the pace. “Come on, fucker. You’re gonna take my breed,” he says, “and you’re going to spunk up those shorts for me. I know you got more cum in you. I know it.” “I wasn’t sure at first if I could,” I admit, pulling off Angel’s hole for a beat, “but now I know that I’m going to. You’re going to fuck it out of me.” “Get used to that idea, Randy,” says Angel, stroking his cock. “There have been times at Shudder where I was sure I was all cummed out and I ended up shooting like three more loads. You’re going to surprise yourself.” “Cum for me, fucker,” says Ron. “Just imagine the load I’m about to shoot into you is shooting right up your dick and out into those shorts.” “Oh God,” I say, feeling my sacs start to churn with the second cum, which is always more intense than the first. “It’s happening. Fuck me, Ron. Give me your fucking cum, stud.” Just then I feel Angel stick is hard dick next to mine in the shorts and start stroking them together. “Oh fuck,” he says, “looks like I’m going to be first. Oh fuck, I’m fucking shooting my spunk. Unnngh. Unnngh.” I feel Angel’s manload splatter all over my dick and hand inside the shorts. It’s hot and thick and chunky and it sends me over right the edge with him. “I’m fucking shooting, too!” I shout, this second orgasm even more intense that when I bred Ron. “Oh fuck…breed me, Ron…breed it out of me….fuckkkkkkkk!” “Here it comes, sexy,” says Ron, pulling his dick nearly all the way out, so I can feel the first spurt on my asslips, then sliding balls deep to unload the rest of his heavy fuckwad. “Feel that? It’s all going inside you. Every…last…fucking…. drop! Unghhhh. Unghhhh. Unghhhh!” Angel falls back on top of me, pressing my face against his heaving back muscles. A few minutes later, the three of us come back to earth. I feel Ron’s prick snake out of my ass. He pokes it into the shorts and adds the last dribbles of his spunk to mine and Angel’s. “Fuck, man,” says Ron, patting my cheeks. “That ass.” “Did I tell you?” laughs Angel. Holy shit, they’ve been talking about my ass behind my back. “Thanks, man,” I say, coolly. Damn, I always dreamed of being this kind of fuckstud, who has incredible cum drenched sex with superstuds all the fucking time, but I always thought it was just a fantasy. Now, thanks to Angel and my own fucking courage, I’m living it. As we untangle and start to get dress, I see Angel checking out a video on his iPhone. “Did you film some of that?” I ask. “Just the minute or so when you were breeding Ron,” he says. “We wanted to capture what you look like when you’re flooding a hot ass.” “For the mural,” explains Ron. I just smile.