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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.

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

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….

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.

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

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.

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.

As a trucker yes we love raw hot rough breedings !!

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

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

So, uh... What's his number? Asking for a friend. ?

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

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.

Tom is what he introduced himself as when we climbed into the diesel monster of a truck. I gave him my name and for a moment, nervously paused, trying to make small talk. Tom wasn’t really interested but kicked his seat back, hiked his hips upward, and slid his denims all the way down and off, prying his boots down. Nor did it seem was he going to waste any time. The look in the dark was pretty clear so I reached over and began to turn my body so that I could put his cock back in my mouth. I’m sure I looked comical with my ass up, uncomfortably turned in the seat with one leg propped on the door and one in the floorboard. My only instruction at first was “take your time.” His cock was almost soft again when I started so I got a taste of what I love, a warm dick hardening in my mouth and his balls, hairy and huge, tightening up under the touch of my fingers. My mouth was wet and appreciative as I worked it back to life. My predictions were true once it swelled, it was easily 8 inches and nice fist grip wide with that massively thick line that runs like hose along the backside of man’s cock to disappear just above his balls. I slid my tongue down on his head, let the tip of my tongue run under the ridge and over that stretchy section of skin from where he was circumcised. Maybe it was time that had made me so desperate for this or his smell or just the fact that I was a whore, I was ready to be bred by it from the moment I put it in my mouth. After a few he used his hands to guide me off his cock, down to his ball, pushing my head there to rest on his thighs while he worked his hands up on the steering wheel. I heard the rolling snap of a lighter and the smell of burning weed from years ago. And with that acrid smell heavy in the air, I sucked his hair sack into my mouth, even trying to run my tongue back to lick his asshole if I could. “C’mon boy, smoke with me.” Now, I wasn’t thinking clearly at this point obviously. I was in the military with less than a month to go before I headed back and I knew from job searches in my high school years that pot stayed in my piss for an uncomfortably long time. I knew it and I clearly didn’t care. I came up far enough to take a long drag, ashes falling on the hem of his shirt. I somewhat unwound from kneeling over his cock as we passed the joint back and forth, almost returning to a side-saddle position in the seat. But my eyes were never really on him, they were always on his cock, reaching back to rub my palm down the hardness. We played like that until it was clear he was as high as he wanted to be and he pulled me back over to resume sucking on his cock. While he may have been high as he wanted to be, I was as high as he needed me to be and as high as I had ever been. This wasn’t laced with anything of that I’m sure, but this was high powered shit and my eyes lidded and then closed back as my lips found his cock again. I’m not sure about you but pot, good pot lowers my inhibitions a bit which is normal but closing my eyes and just wallowing in that dick put flashes of sick fetishes I had looked at, sometimes shamed from internet searches. A cock launching come across my face in one of these moments, licking deeply in a dark furry armpit, swiping my tongue as toilet paper across gaping shithole of some dom, of a fist sliding deep inside a hole; all of these images churned in my head. These were dark thoughts spurned on by the cock and my addled brain. Worship service ended sometime, though whether it was minutes or hours that I slowly swallowed his dick over and over again, I couldn’t really tell you. Tom gently guided me deeper, down enough where normally I would choke but in this state of relaxed bliss, enough to compliment my high with a loss of oxygen. Faster he went and faster I went, my head sometime bouncing loosely against the steerwheel. The first twitch of his cock he stopped, that tube on the back of his cock expanding as his cum was propelled into my mouth. And instead of cramming it downward, back into my throat, he let every pulse richly invade my mouth, the copper saltiness of his cum the only thing that was important. I swallowed happily and began to gently nurse his cock with my tongue. Tom at this point finally really begins to talk, “Mmm boy, you’ve got potential; I’m going to fuck you up good.” His word interspersed with little cries of agony from what I’m hoping was the best blowjob he’d ever had. “One more test and then we go.” I looked up at him, a little confused, my eyes shrink wrapped in moisture from having my eyes pinched closed, the man a little blurry. I must have looked like a lost puppy with those eyes but he clarified, “my piss pig, you going to drink it?” I’d never done that, never except in my most fucked up thoughts really even desired it, but for confirmation I sucked the head back into my mouth. It never happens right away in my experience and it didn’t that night, his cock was softening of course but with my mouth so willing, it took time. The first dribbles were acrid, disgusting, but heavenly in their grossness. He was courteous, giving me every opportunity to stop before he really started pissing down my throat. But I held on and swallowed every last drop he could muster even as queasy as this act made me then. But Tom fucking smiled at my effort and asked if I’d like to go home with him. High as a kite, I didn’t have a chance to say no.

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.

PART 14 As my heartbeat returned to normal, the combination or Tom’s cock softening and my still spasming hole forced him to slip out of me with a soft plop. As it did, the anxiety kicked back in. Only now it was more confusing. And I wasn’t sure what I felt. I know I felt some guilt over what I was doing, as well as some guilt for feeling guilty. Four loads of HIV laden sperm shot into me by a guy who I couldn’t seem to resist. Even as I studied the sense of guilt which had assaulted me, I also found the thought of sex with Tom and his poz cum turned me on, just something so strongly attracted me to raw sex. And I was very aware that I was clamping shut in an effort to keep all of his semen in me. I didn’t want any leaking out. But a huge part of me was still screaming 'What the fuck are you doing? This is so risky. HIV. AIDS. But you keep coming back' I told myself. Hell, I had TWO loads in me now and it was barely afternoon. And I had begged for it. And I didn’t notice this before, but it seemed like Tom almost liked cumming in me more than just fucking me. Like giving me his seed was what mattered most. Maybe that was just my imagination. “Earth to Chris. Are you there sexy boy” Tom joked. I guess I had been really lost in my thoughts. “Sorry, I was just thinking. It’s just, and it feels really really good, I just get nervous... your cum and everything,” I said quietly. He looked at me. “You mean, because I have HIV and you keep letting me cum in you? Is that what you mean?” I nodded, affirming his interpretation. “Well, you have had four loads now and you might already have it. Or you don’t. And Chris, this is really it, you can’t stop. Maybe. To be honest, I think you are already too hooked on barebacking. But you could stop and go back to your old life. I don’t think that’s what you want though. I think what you want and really at this point ,what you need is to keep giving in. To live with the consequences of being a cum dump bottom boy. And yeah, that means eventually you'll end up with HIV. I have friends that would love to give you what you need. I could keep you full every day. I have friends that would come over right now. I already told them about you and they are aching to fuck you. Aching to be inside you when their cocks starts pumping man cum. They all have HIV they wanna share too. I can call them now. You don’t even have to ask. Just nod if you want me too. Nod if you want strange men over here now to cum inside your boy hole,” he said hypnotically. I’d like to say I thought and weighed the options but I didn’t. His words had got me. And slowly, I nodded. And then again. And he grinned as he reached for his phone as, for my part, I lay back on the bed, his sperm soaking into my body.

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

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.

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

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.

You're my hero! Can't wait to. Is it LV and whore myself like this

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.......

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.