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I made another trip to Chicago Saturday night, arriving at Steam Works around 7:30. It's about a two and half hour drive from my house and all I could think of the whole way was how much cock I was going to get. It was not real busy when I got there but the action soon picked-up. After about and hour I was at one of the glory holes sucking hard on a nice BBC when someone started fingering my ass then working his hard cock into my hole. It was hard to concentrate on the two guys simultaneously, but after a few minutes the BBC moved on so I took a good fucking for about another five minutes. Then the guy withdrew and moved on, apparently not wanting to cum yet. The inside of my jock was full of pre-cum. I was so fucking horny. Returning to my room I left the door open and crouched on the bed, my ass up, waiting with my head under my towel. After a while I heard someone come in and close the door. He repositioned one of my legs so it was on the floor and slid his hard cock in my well-lubed ass, fucking me good for about fifteen or twenty minutes, occasionally asking, among other questions, how many loads were in my ass. "None," I replied, "yet." "Well, here's your first load and it's poz," he responded, fucking it in good before getting up and leaving, I never saw what he looked like. I rested for a minute, took a Viagra and left to go down and get a soda when a guy who looked of Indian decent asked if I had a room, Hell yes! He was good looking and young. We kissed for a while but he also wanted my ass so I let him fuck me. Within ten minutes he was unloading in me. I was on another cloud. By then my cock was getting hard so I walked around, fucking different guys, either on a fuck bench or in the sling, but each time pulling to prevent myself from cumming. I also did a lot of watching and even got fucked another time. Finally I checked the time and found it was around 1:30 A.M. As I had a long drive home and needed to get moving, I made one more trip around looking to unload my balls in a nice looking ass. I walked back by the fenced-in beds and was watching a real nice Asian guy getting fucked good and as soon as the other guy finished I climbed on top of the Asian guy, sinking my rock hard cock into his tight, cum-filled ass, finding in the process the guy was dripping with cum. It felt great, It didn't take me long to blow. I must have shot six or eight good squirts in his ass. It was one hot night. I will be back again. It was a long ride home but was well worth the effort.

I was working in a fast food restaurant that was part of a gas station off the interstate. A hit older trucker came in and ordered from me, we kept checking each other out while he's eating. He comes up and slips me a note saying to meet him behind the building. I go on break and meet him. He fucked the Hell out of me in the little out cove behind the restaurant.

It was Saturday night, and I had just gotten back to my apartment building, when I realized I didn't have the key to my front door. I'd taken it off my key ring for a friend to use that afternoon, and I'd forgotten to put it back on. Well now what was I going to do? It was 1:30 in the morning, everyone in the building was asleep, my boyfriend was gone on a business trip, and everyone else I knew was on the other side of town. As I was thinking about spending the night in my car, I saw one of my new neighbors drive by, probably just getting home like I was. He'd just moved into the building next door, and I'd seen him walk past my window pretty much every day, wearing his work clothes and looking fine as hell. He was white, pretty tall, and blasted hip-hop music in his car whenever he drove by. He always walked with swagger, but he also seemed really approachable, too, like he was always on a chill pill, and nothing ever bothered him. I'd been hoping to run into him at some point. My neighbor parked on the street and started pimp-walking toward his apartment, like he always does. I was still trying to think of where I was going to sleep that night, as he walked past my building. He nodded at me asking "Whatsup?" "How's it goin'?" I replied, thinking to myself he looked just as good up close as he did from afar. Then he paused at the foot of the staircase, looked at the keys in my hand, looked at the locked door to my building, and looked back at me and put the picture together asking "Are you locked out?" "Yeah," I said, laughing self-consciously, "I left my key inside." "Aw, shit," he said, "what are you gonna do?" "I don't know, it's not too cold. I guess I'll sleep in my car." "Ah for real?" he asked, "that sucks." "It's alright," I said with a shrug, "it's just one night." He seemed to think for a second, then he said, "Yo, I got like a big chair back at my place. You can crash there tonight if you want. It's gotta be more comfortable than sleeping in your car, man." My heart skipped a beat at that point. I'd seen this guy from a distance several times, but never even thought to speak with him, let alone being in a position where he would invite me to spend the night back at his place! I knew it didn't mean anything, which was good since I had a boyfriend anyway, but how could I say no? "That would be really awesome," I said, "are you sure it's okay?" "Yeah, man, it's cool, we're neighbors, right?" "You are incredible," I said, "I'll be gone first thing in the morning." "Don't sweat it, man." I tried not to look too eager as I walked down the stairs and let him take me back to his place. He told me his name was Simon, he'd just gotten back from some clubs with his friends, and he wanted to crash as soon as we got back, which was fine with me. He had a roommate, but the roommate was a heavy sleeper, so we didn't have to worry about waking him up. The chair in Simon's room was big and comfortable, and I was just starting to go to sleep, when I heard him say, "Fuck." I didn't think anything of it and started to go back to sleep, when he said, "Fuck, man." I sat up a little and looked over to where he was lying in bed. "What's -- what's wrong?" "It's all these bitches at the club, man. They want you to buy them drinks, buy them drinks, and they be rubbin' up on you all fuckin' night long, but then when you wanna take them home, then they got a 'boyfriend', or 'Maybe next time,' or some shit like that." "Oh really?" I asked, having no clue about bitches in clubs, then realizing I'd totally just given myself away. He didn't seem to notice, though. "Fuck yeah, man, and now I'm trying to get the fuck to sleep, and they got me hard as a fuckin' rock." What did he just say? Did he really just tell me he had a fucking hard-on, and did he tell me this as I was prepared to spend the night in his bedroom? Is this what straight guys normally talk about with each other? Or was he looking for…something else? "You're -- you're hard right now?" I asked, trying to figure out what the heck to do. "Rock, fucking, hard," he said without hesitation. "How the fuck am I gonna go to sleep like this?" I was glad the room was dark, because I probably looked like a deer in the headlights. If he weren't my neighbor, if I didn't have a boyfriend, and if I'd had a few drinks in me, I might have jumped at what seemed like an open invitation to this hot straight guy's cock. But if I made a move on my straight neighbor who walks past my place every day, and it turned out I was wrong…. Just then, I heard him make a slapping noise, one, two, three times. "Uh, Simon?" I asked. "Yo." "What was that?" "That was my fuckin' cock, man, I'm tellin' you, I'm rock hard right now, I can't go to sleep." "It just sounded like your hand or something," I said, still trying to buy time and figure out whether I should just go for it, or forget the whole thing. "Yo, if you don't believe me, turn on the fuckin' light, man." I still didn't know what to do, but there was nothing wrong with just looking, was there? So against my better judgement, I got up, went to the light switch, and turned it on. And there was Simon, no shirt on, his boxers pulled down, and his seven inch hard cock pointing straight up to his belly button. He lifted his cock up, then let it smack down hard on his abs a few times. So that was the slapping noise I'd heard before. "Wow, you're really hard," was the only stupid thing I could think of to say. "What are you gonna do?" "I need to fuckin' bust my nut," he replied, adding "I don't even care, a hot mouth, or a tight pussy, or whatever the fuck, you know?" When I didn't respond right away, he looked at me and asked, "You like dick, don't you?" "What?" I asked, panicked. I wasn't expecting that question, even though I guess it was obvious. "I -- yeah, I ...." "Can you help a brotha out? Please, man," he said, making his fat white cock smack on his abs a few more times, then looking back at me. I knew I had a boyfriend, and I knew I shouldn't be messing around with guys who lived right next door…but how many times was I going to get a hot straight guy begging me to suck his cock? So I turned the light off again, figuring that's how he'd want it, and walked over to the bed, filled with lust, and guilt. I climbed between his legs and tentatively put his cock head in my mouth, still not believing he was letting me do this. He sighed as soon as my lips closed around his hard-on, so I kept going. I slowly went all the way down to the base, feeling his cock gag me a few times. When he still didn't stop me, I sucked his cock a little faster, gagging myself a few more times. Then I went after his balls, swirling them around in my mouth and licking underneath them. After a couple minutes, I had this stranger's hairy balls rubbing all over my face, and I felt so disgusting, and so happy. Then Simon surprised me by grabbing my head and moving my mouth from his balls back onto his cock. I figured he wouldn't want to touch another guy at all, but he kept his hands on my head as he started roughly forcing his cock head down my throat, making me gag and slobber. "You like that fuckin' dick, don't you, pussy boy?" My eyes were watering, my nose was running, and he wasn't letting me off his cock, even though I tried pulling up a few times. "Yeah you do, you fuckin' bitch boy, I knew you wanted this dick the moment I saw you." Then without warning, he took his cock out of my mouth and started pulling my shirt off. I started to say something, but I was still trying to catch my breath, so I just let him do it. Then he moved around behind me, pushed me up the bed onto my stomach, and started tearing my jeans off, too. "No, I don't --" I started to say, but he kept pulling them off, and threw them onto the floor. He moved back up the bed and forced his cock down my throat again. This time as I was gagging on his cock, he slid his hand inside my briefs and started playing with my hole. Well this was happening too fast, and it was more than I'd bargained for -- I'd thought I would just suck off this stud, and keep my clothes on, and that would be that. That wasn't really cheating on my boyfriend, was it, if I didn't even take my clothes off? But it looked like my neighbor wanted more than to just get his cock sucked, which I wasn't really okay with. Well, maybe he just wanted to play with my hole while I sucked him off, I thought, and that was it. I mean, he was straight, wasn't he? And he hadn't even taken my underwear off. So after a few seconds, I stopped fighting him and just let him rub a couple slick fingers on my hole while he fucked my throat. But after just a few minutes of that, he yanked me off his cock and threw me up the bed onto my stomach again. While I was catching my breath and wiping the slobber off my face, he tore off my underwear, and then he was between my legs, with his tongue up my ass. How the fuck had that happened? He was straight, wasn't he? And I barely even knew this guy! What was his name again? And I'd been with my boyfriend for almost three years, and I'd never cheated on him. What the hell was I doing? This was totally wrong, and way too fast, and I had to get him off me, and get out of there…. But he was making me feel so good, and my boyfriend had never been this passionate and aggressive with me. In fact, sex with my boyfriend was pretty routine, and he almost never ate me out, and definitely never as good as this guy. I could barely even think straight…. Then my neighbor stopped eating me out all of a sudden, and after a few seconds, my head cleared up and I turned around to face him, remembering what I'd wanted to say. "Listen, I -- I should probably go, I mean I was just going to suck you off, and that's it, but I mean I barely even know you, and I just...." "Shut up, bitch boy!" he said to me. "You're mine tonight!" With that, he grabbed my face and slammed me down into the pillow, stunning me. Who was this guy? What had happened to the laid-back, easygoing guy on the chill pill I'd seen walking past my window every day? Was he seriously not going to let me leave? He kept my face buried in the pillow, then I felt his weight on top of me. I heard him spit a few times, then I felt him rubbing his slick cock head against my hole. No, this wasn't right, I wasn't a cheater, I couldn't do this to my boyfriend, this was way too fast, I had to get out of there. "No, wait, I have to go, I can't do this..." I started to say, determined to get out of there, only to feel a sharp, very painful slap across my face. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," he grunted. What was happening? No one had ever slapped me that hard before. I tried to force my way out from under him, but he was much stronger than me, and shoved my face back down into the pillow so I could barely breath. Then I felt his cock head push harder against my hole, and then he was inside me. I screamed into the pillow, and he held his cock still. "You can take this dick, you fuckin' slut," he whispered into my ear while holding my arms down so I couldn't fight him. "You know you want it. Let me in, let me get off inside you, make me feel good." I had stopped fighting him and was just focusing on relaxing my hole so it wouldn't hurt so bad, and he had started kissing me as he was whispering these nasty things into my ear. "I'll stay right here till you get used to me, I'm not goin' anywhere, I know you want this dick." I don't know if he was right, and I did want it, but my ass eventually started to open up and let him in. I couldn't fight him, he was much stronger than me. So maybe if I just let it happen, it would all be over soon and I could just forget about this whole thing, and my boyfriend would never find out. "That's right, I can feel you loosening up for me, I knew you wanted it," he kept whispering into my ear, with his hands still grabbing my wrists. "Fuck, that feels good, bitch boy, you feel so good." He started moving his cock in and out of me, and moaning into my ear. I hoped he would just finish soon. Then I heard him say, "I've fucked hundreds of bitches just like you, you always put up a fight, but you always take the dick in the end." Wait, did he just say hundreds? How was that even possible? I'd only been with 20 guys, tops, and I thought that was a lot! Was he even wearing a fucking condom? "Wait, are you wearing a condom?" I asked, but he didn't answer, he just kept sliding his hard prick in and out of my hole and breathing right onto my face. I know he heard me. Why didn't he respond? "You have to put a condom on," I said, "I never -- you can't fuck me without one." He still didn't say anything, he just moaned a little louder, fucked me a little faster, and grabbed my wrists a little harder. I had to get him to stop. I'd been so careful with the other guys, and I'd even gone with my boyfriend to get tested when we'd first started dating. Now here was this total stranger inside me with no protection, and he'd said he'd had sex with hundreds of other people! Had he fucked all of them without a rubber, too?? "No, stop, I have a boyfriend!" I said, desperately trying not to catch anything from this guy I had just barely met. "Get off me!" I started to struggle again, but it was no use. Instead of letting me go, he got up off me, grabbed both my wrists with one hand, and slapped me hard with his other hand, one, two, three times. My face was still sore from the first time he'd slapped me, and my eyes started to water. I knew there was no way to get away from this man, he was all the way inside me with no condom on, and he wouldn't stop no matter how much I begged him or struggled to get away. He didn't lay back down on top of me or start kissing me again. Instead he grabbed my wrists and started slamming his unprotected cock into me as hard as he fucking could, anger-fucking me into the mattress. I could feel sweat dripping off of him onto my back. He seemed determined to give me a fuck I'd never forget, whether I wanted it or not. I stopped fighting him, and just hoped he'd hurry up and finish, so I could go. Then he switched from slam-fucking me to piledriving me, pounding his cock into me over and over again without stopping. And as angry and worried as I was, his cock started to feel really good inside me, and I started to moan in pleasure. I didn't know what was happening, or how I could enjoy this even a little bit, but his cock started to feel incredible inside me, like it belonged there. Once again I couldn't think straight, and started to forget that I wanted to get out of there. Then after a few minutes of pile-driving me, he started to moan louder, and I knew he was about to cum, which brought me back to reality. For a second, I still had hope he would do the decent thing and pull out before he came, since he knew I didn't want this, and that I definitely didn't want his cum inside me. But then he started to really slam his raw cock inside me and hold it there, and I knew he was shooting his load deep inside me. He knew I didn't want his cock or his cum, but he didn't care, he was giving me his load whether I wanted it or not. After he finished cumming inside me, he let go of my wrists and rolled onto his back. "Fuck, that was good, bitch boy," he said, slapping me hard on my ass, which was now full of his cum. I couldn't believe what had just happened, or that I had this total stranger's cum deep inside me, and I didn't even know what his status was. Did he even know? What had I done? I started to get up so I could get my clothes back on, when he rolled toward me and held me down again, pushing me into the pillow. What more did he want with me? I thought he was done? Then I felt another hand on my ass, and I knew it wasn't his. What the fuck? He felt me jump and held me down harder. "My roommate wants some, too." His roommate? What the fuck? Had he been there the whole time, watching this guy force his bare cock into me and shoot his load inside me when I'd begged him to stop? Had he watched me struggle and done nothing? The roommate didn't waste any time with foreplay, and before I could say anything, he was on top of me, sliding his hard dick right into my loose, well-fucked hole. I hadn't even seen the roommate and had no idea what he looked like, and I knew he wasn't wearing a rubber, either. He must have already been stroking his cock while he was watching Simon fuck me, because he only pounded my ass for a few minutes, then he was shoving his hard cock all the way inside me and shooting his load deep in me to mix with Simon's. "Fuck," was the roommate's only word, then he pulled out of me and left. I couldn't believe yet another complete stranger had just cum inside me, and I hadn't even seen this one. Was I even still clean now? Had they given me anything? What had I done? I started to get up again, but Simon wouldn't let me go. He turned me on my side and crawled up behind me, pressing his semi-hard cock up against my cummy hole. "You did so great, baby doll," he whispered to me, kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. "You made me feel so fuckin' good, you know that? So fuckin' good." He held me tight, pressed up against my back, and for some reason, I could start to feel myself getting turned on. He shouldn't have cum in me, and he shouldn't be holding me like this. I had a boyfriend, and this was so completely wrong. But he kept softly kissing my neck, and I didn't stop him. "And it was so hot seeing you take my roommate's dick. I wish you could have seen that." His hand started sliding down my bare chest, towards my cock, which he'd completely ignored before now. When he wrapped his hand around my cock and balls, I was surprised to realize I was totally hard. He started stroking my cock, and I didn't tell him to stop. He spat in his hand and went back to stroking me. I moaned a little and relaxed into his body, and I think he knew I was his. After just a few minutes, I was shooting a hot, guilty load all over his sheets, and pressing hard back into his chest. "I know you're confused right now, baby doll," he said softly as he nibbled my ear some more. "But I know you liked it. And I liked it, too. And I know you'll be back for more." And as I drifted off to sleep with these two strangers' loads planted deep inside me, I knew he was right.

Concerned1: I know your experience as back in October I had been diagnosed with both of those. I had been feeling run down and sharp joont pains for what seemed like 6 months and I finally paid for a quest diagnostics test of everything. I had pretty much figured on the syph and when I got results back from quest, it confirmed it. My titer test came back 1:16. I had progressed into the second stage with a rash showing up. I had been told about an organization in SF that tested and treated everything, so I crossed the bay and went through their testing process where they tested both ends of me. I told them about my quest results and told them my symptoms and they treated me for syph and gono. The hiv test came back negative while I was there and I was told the other tests would take at least 2 days for results, but they were willing to treat without results. I was grateful for the treatment as I came back with oral gono. The treatment did make me sick as a dog that day(wasn’t feeling great to begin with), but within 24 hours I was feeling better than I had been in at least 3 months. I took a follow up test for syph 2 months later and although I still tested positive, my titer was down to 1:4 which indicates (I was told)?a decrease in its presence in my body and as time goes on, it should eventually show as non reactive eventually. Who ever I got it from, I hit a decent jackpot of both. Not interested in getting either one again. The 2 calls from the local health department were unnerving as they were fishing for info I didn’t want to give them. Get treated and you feel better physically and emotionally.

Good start to the week... Monday i went to cruise at my local park which was very active! Lots of guys cruising but almost too busy because it seemed like everyone was looking for the next best thing. I was making may way around when i saw this young tall twink I have fooled around with before. He saw me and started to grin. This guy is in his mid 20s, 6’2”, thin but nice build with a long 8” or so cut cock. He has fucked me before at this park twice but usually likes for me to suck him off. We walked to a fairly private wooded area and he started to deep kiss me. He said “do you want me to fuck you today?”. I said yes and pulled out lube and he started to grease his pole for my hole. We made out a little more to get his rock hard and he inserted his tool in me. Since I was bending over for his entry, once he was inside I looked and saw another cruiser watching. This guy has bred me before at the same park. He’s late 20s/early 30s average build Hispanics with 6” uncut dick. He started to walk over and I took his cock in my mouth. As we got a motion going, another guy I have played with showed up. He prefers to receive oral but has bred me before at another cruisy park in town. He comes over and pulls out his cock and starts jacking while watching me gets spit roasted. We continue a good rythmn again and he comes another guy. I’ve never seen this guy before but he pulls out a 7” cock and joins the guy for some stroking action. Then the Hispanic guy pulls his dick out of my mouth and joins the 2 guys jacking since now they are exchanging BJs. My little twink really starts to pound my hole with meaning. He asks if I am ready for his load and moans loudly he’s about to cum. The other 3 guys stop and move over and are rubbing my ass and back just in time as the twink fills my ass with volley after volley of his load. My twink slowly pulls out and spins me around for a bit more kissing. The other 3 guys are back to swapping oral and jacking. Since my ass is nice and full, my twink and I pull up and walk away. I told him thanks and look forward to seeing him again. An hour or so later this mid 30s black guy with a huge cock shows up. He and I have semi-played once before but it never worked out completely. By this time, most of the guys have left but there are a few still walking. I told him I wanted his cock in my ass. He suggested we go to the abandoned boardwalk for better privacy. He asked if my hole was clean and I told him that it was full from a load I had gotten earlier. He smiled and we went to the boardwalk. Once we got to a private spot, he dropped his jeans and that big fat beautiful cock was in front of me. I dropped to my knees and sucked it until he grabbed me up and bent me over the railing. He spit on his cock as I put my spit on my ass. I was wondering if I would need lube but didn’t have time to ask because he slowly started entering me. He went slow and took his time fully inserting his cock in. Once fully inside me, he stopped and rested for a minute but slowly began to pump. Then he pulled out fully and rammed that dick all the way fully into my ass. My hole was gapping and the previous guy’s load was leaking out down my leg. This turned him on and he started to fuck me like a wild animal. No more easy going, this dude pounded me so hard he almost knocked me over lol. He kept up this frantic pace until I could feel him shoot his huge wad inside of me. He made no sound when he came but he kept fucking. When he was done, he pulled out and pulled up his pants and walked away. I was left standing there with my shorts around my ankles and my ass leaking cum.

I don't know why I have never posted in this thread before. It's possible the term "star" in the thread title turned me away because I am the furthest thing from a porn *star*. Still, I see a couple of guys have posted who have been in just one or two scenes which describes me perfectly. I did one scene for Natural Born Breeders (it's terrible---I would ask you not to look it up but I know you will anyway) and I am in the Pig Week 2017 video. Rumor has it I am going to be in another video filming at the end of November so that would make for three scenes total. Here's a screenshot from the Pig Week video with me in the middle in the yellow and black singlet:

I had heard all about the beautiful ladyboys in Bangkok and was desperate to try. However I am a bottom so to was important to find a dominant top ladyboy which proved a little more difficult, in the end I settled for a lady who liked to party was active and had a sizeable penis. I arrived at her apartment at the prearranged time and knocked nervously on the door. When it opened there she was a sever looking but beautiful ladyboy in lacy lingerie and stockings. I was still checking out the weapon poking from her knickers while I was pushed into the hall. She asked for the money which I paid then she asked if I minded joining a party that was happening next door. I was a little confused but what the heck all in’ I suppose. I got undressed under her stern gaze and she inspected my cock and was clearly not impressed. She snorted and passed me a bra, lacy knickers and stockings and told me to put them on. Then she led me into a room filled with 2 other ladyboys and six older asian men. They where smoking meth while the ladyboys took turns sucking their cocks. I was told to join them on my knees. The first man gave me the pipe and I took a long drag, my first hit ever it was amazing my body felt so sexy and female and I wanted these men to breed me. I must have said as much as one Thai guy came up behind me lubed my hole with his spit and thrust himself in one fast stroke. It should have hurt but it didn’t soon he was into his rthymn thrusting long hard strokes until I felt the hot jet of his seed in my belly. More smoking then i was ready for more and was spit roasted while the ladyboys cheered on the asian men. Then one of the ladyboys suggested we go to a gay club to dance. As I was such a bottom slut I should be made up as a ladyboy. So after applying makeup giving me a very tight and short dress off we went. In the taxi I could see the taxi driver leering at me in the mirror. So being a slut I deliberately opened my legs so he had a good view of my lacy knickers. He smiled and winked at me and I could see the bulge growing in his trousers, so when we arrived at the club I was disappointed to leave the driver behind. The club was loud, hot and full so I slipped outside to get some fresh air and then I felt a hand on my leg sliding up to the top of my stockings and over my lace knickers. Then a Thai voice in my ear ´you ready to ride in my taxi?´. I was now so horny I just couldn’t refuse and followed him back to the taxi. It was only when we left that I realised I had nowhere to go my clothes where in the ladyboys flat and they where partying. The taxi driver beckoned me to sit in the front seat so his hand could rub my stockings. He asked me where I wanted to go and I asked him where he wanted to take me, with my best please fuck me look. He smiled and we drove off. I have no idea where we ended up as I lost track of turns and streets as he zigzagged for 30 mins before entering a garage where the door shut automatically behind us. Then he pushed my head down onto his cock and whilst I sucked him hard he was fingering my boipussy which was still seeping sperm from earlier. Then he told me to get out of the taxi and bend over the bnnet’ Which of course I was only too happy to do. He lifted my skirt pulled aside my sopping knickers then penetrated me in one slow delightful thrust. He was soon speeding up and his urgency was a good indication he was ready to give me his load so I clenched my muscles around his stiff member and was rewarded with the hot gush of his seed. he pulled up my knickers and patted my arse before pushing me through a small doorway and down a dimly lit passage before pushing me in a room and slamming the door behind me what the fuck is this I wondered. It was soon explained to me I had been on illegal drugs with heavy fines in Bangkok if your caught by the police so the taxi driver had thought it best to bring me here but I needed to pay for the room. I said I had no money left my wallet was in the ladyboys apartment. No matter the man said with a smile you can work to pay the room. With that three men marched in held me down while my sopping knickers where rippped off and I was bent with my arse in the open so the man could insert his wrinkled member in me. I thought he was going to try to fuck me but no he started to piss filling my love hole with his hot steamy stinking liquid. Then the other men started to take turns fucking my mouth and my arse. More and more men seemed to arrive and I lost count of the number of loads running out of my boipussy like a river. when morning finally arrived they gave a coat to cover my ripped dress and stockings and delivered me back to the ladyboys apartment...........

Got my results today. The clinic sent me a text asking me to call them. I did, and they told me I was negative for HIV but I had tested positive for both gonorrhea and syphilis. Going to the clinic at 9am tomorrow morning to collect my treatment for both diseases. Quite frightening to think that I have syphilis, a disease which, had antibiotics not been developed, would probably eventually result in serious complications leading to my death (I understand syphilis was the "AIDS of its day"). Getting on PrEP and can't wait.

This morning in Las Vegas construction site. Near my condo, a new set of condo buildings are being built. Over the past couple of weeks I have been cruising 3 Mexican laborers. They have watched me and talked about me as i watch them. I would stroke my ass thru my shorts or rub my crotch. They usually jabber to each other quietly as they continue to work. This morning I was out of bed at 5am and showered and douched thinking i would go to the ABS and then noticed that the 3 Mexican workers were already outside of the new condo construction . Very early and no other workers around. I put on some very loose clothes and opened my garage door and wandered out past the construction. All 3 of them got out of their truck snd ducked into the construction building. One was clearly visible and when i got close, motioned for me to come inside. Once inside, 2 of the 3 had their cocks out and stroking. Uncut. Hairy and hard. THEY were all over me. In broken English 1 asked me if my pussy was nice. I dropped my sweatpants and exposed my pussy to them. I got 3 loads of Mexican babies inside my pussy. As i left the building the oldest one said to me he needs pussy everyday to make him work better. Looking forward to tomorrow morning!

I’ve read a theory that the virus affects the host’s brain and causes him to want to spread it. I don’t want to give it to anyone, but I was enjoying topping very slutty males before I tested Poz. So maybe it was affecting me too.

Dont know if this counts as actual PUBLIC - but it's close. I hooked up with a guy who works for a courier company (he answered an ad I placed on a local site) - I met him the the car park of the mall where I work - we climbed in the back and he fucked me - car park was full - people all around. Was hot. Pic is me with his cock in my mouth in the back of his van LOL

Those of us who are POZ are often asked if we know who converted us. Having been a barebacking SLUT since I had my first man, it could be any one of hundreds, if not thousands. One guy in particular, does seem to be the most likely candidate and the scene I'm about to relate should tell you why. Back in the Spring of '92, Key West had a reputation of being Gay Disney, and I planned a vacation there to see for myself. While exploring the island, I learned of a Leather Party being held that night. After dinner, I returned to the guesthouse where I was staying and changed into proper attire....a biker cap, harness with spikes on the chest straps, fringed chaps over a plain beige jockstrap and a leather fannypack to hold my essentials. One of the staff suggested I take a cab and he had one there in a few minutes. At the door, I paid a $10.00 entry fee and went inside. Next to the bar, there was a sign saying that this event was an AIDS benefit and there would be a "Leather Contest" with a prize being awarded by a photographer from Drummer magazine, with his picture posted. Below that was a pad for those who wanted to enter the contest. I've never been the "Drummer" type, though at the time I was trim and toned, but I decided against entering the contest. I grabbed a beer and scoped out the place. Most of the men were clad in bar vests. Some wore leather shorts and only 2 others wore chaps over 501s. From behind, I felt a hand on my ass. "That is one HOT ass!" a voice, raspy and maculine said directly in my ear. "Do you like to get fucked?" "Long, hard and often!" I replied. Turning around, I instantly recognized the man as the Drummer photographer. In the dimly lit space, what I could make out was a rather skinny guy, bar vest over a bare, hairy chest, 501 cutoffs, short black hair, full beard n stache, all in all, my kinda guy. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but given your job, I wouldn't think I'm the type you'd go for." "Feel this and tell me you're not the type I go for!" He grabbed my right hand and shoved it down the front of his cutoffs. What I felt was the proverbial beercan thick cock, throbbing and leaking precum. "This is what will be fucking you...long, hard and often, but only if you agree to my terms. You're free to suck off as many men as you want tonight, but I will be the only one to fuck that ass. Agreed?" "Most definitely!" I said, squeezing his cock for emphasis. So thick it was, I couldn't get my whole hand around it. Gathering his precum on my thumb, I withdrew my hand and brought it to my mouth, making a show of licking it off. "Drummer is just my job and I make it a habit never to mix business with pleasure," He said. "Aside from the fact that I'm not attracted to that type of guy, most of them are too into themselves. I like to fuck ass, and while I haven't gone without during my stay here, none of the asses I've fucked were as hot as yours!" Once more, his hand was on my ass, this time, a finger parted my buttcheeks and explored my hole. Removing his finger, he brought it to his lips and licked it. "Man, if your ass fucks as good as it feels and tastes, I'll be spending alot of time in it tonight. Go circulate, but remember, tonight your ass belongs to me! When you hear the announcement that the contest is about to start, find your way over to me. Once my contest duties are done, I'll make my excuses and then we'll head to my place, after I make sure no other cock has been in your ass! Understood?" "Understood!" I replied, my hole twitching in anticipation. I circulated, not because he told me, but because being a SLUT, it's what I do naturally. Making my way around the room, I was propostioned by quite a few men. With my bare ass showing, they all wanted to fuck me, but I let them know that my ass was spoken for. I decided to check out the back patio, and as luck would have it, I saw some action there. One guy was on his knees, getting skullfucked. A skinny twink had his pants around his ankles, while a musclebound guy was plowing his ass. "Such a waste!" I said to myself, noticing the condom on the muscleguy's cock. "Hey there, sweet cheeks!" This tall and toned, furry redhead said, rubbing a hand over my butt. "Your ass looks good enough to eat, but I want more than that, and the way you're dressed, I think you do too! Interested?" He undid the top few buttons on his 501's and out flopped a soft uncut cock and a huge pair of bullballs. "Someone else has plans for my ass tonight, and he specifically told me not to let anyone fuck me." I replied, my mouth watering. "Believe me, if you let me suck your cock, you won't be settling. I want your cock in my mouth and your cum in my belly!" "Mmmmm! Now, that's a tempting alternative!" He said, tapping the yellow armband on my right bicep. "If you drink from the tap and do a good enough job draining my bladder, I'll get an idea of your cocksucking skills. Are you thirsty?" "This should answer your question!" I said, dropping to my knees. "No need for you to skin back. I can handle a heavy stream and it'll also add some extra flavor when I suck you off!" "Drink it!" He said, grabbing me by my ears and placing my mouth over his shrouded cockhead. Almost immdeiately, the piss began to flow and I was gulping it eagerly and noisily. It was warm, bitter with a definite taste of beer. With my right hand, I tugged on his balls and with my left hand, I massaged his bladder. "Oooooh, you know what you're doing!" He moaned. "Pissing never felt so good. Nearly done!" He announced as I felt his stream diminish to a trickle. Digging my tongue under his foreskin, I relished the extra flavor I'd mentioned earlier. Less than a minute later, his cock way fully hard and to my delight, he still had full coverage. "Suck my cock!" He said, forcing my head all the way down. I gave him my deepthroating best, continuing to tug his nuts as he fucked my face. Maybe five minutes later, the telltale swelling and pulsing signaled he was at the brink. "Uuuuuugh!" He grunted, as thick ropes of creamy, salty cum filled my mouth. I savored it on my tongue before gulping it down. Reluctantly, he withdrew his cock from my mouth and helped me stand back up. "Thanks!" I said. "You have a great cock and it gives hot piss and yummy cum! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!" "Enjoy would be an understatement!" He exclaimed. "I'll never be able to piss again without wishing your mouth was on my cock. When you said I wouldn't be settling if I let you suck me off, I had my doubts, but you're a man of your word. Honestly, you're in my top ten for blowjobs! Any chance I can fuck you some other time? I'll be here a few more days." "More than a chance!" I said with a wink. "I definitely want to feel your cock plowing my ass! You can also count on me to drink your piss again, too! Look for me around town, since I never know where I'll be." From a few feet away a voice asked, "Can I get me some of that? Unless you got something against black guys." He was about 6', shaved head, goatee n stache, wearing sweatpants that were partially down, revealing a throbbing 7" cock, dripping precum and lowhanging balls. Always the smartass, I said, "I got 2 things against black guys. My nose against a black guys bush and my chin against a black guy's nutsac. Bring yourself over here and I'll give you some of that!" He was with us in 2 seconds. "I came out here to get a buzz on, and when I saw the 2 of you going at it, I forgot all about getting high, whipped out my dick and started jacking. Was real close to shooting when you guys finished, so I figured I had nothing to lose by asking." "Let me take care of that!" I said, dropping to my knees again. Up close, I saw the shaft of his cock was thickly veined, and his bush was glistening with sweat, 2 things that can inspire the cocksucker in me. "You're in for a real treat." My redhead friend said. "I can't remember when I had such a fantastic blowjob! He knows how to use his mouth and tongue on a cock. Fuck his face and if you don't agree with me, I'll buy you a drink!" My ears were grabbed as his cock thrust into my open mouth. Pistoning in and out, he found a rhythm that worked for both of us. A few times, he was all the way in, and the smell of sweat on his musky pubes was even better than poppers. "Fuckin hot!" He moaned. Apparently, he was telling the truth about being real close to shooting. In midstroke, his cock erupted like a volcano, spewing cum into my mouth. When his balls were drained, he pulled out and helped me to my feet. Instantly, his mouth was on mine and his tongue was headed for my tonsils. Either the 2 loads of cum washed down the piss I'd been fed, or this guy didn't care. "You kiss as good as you suck dick!" he said, breaking the kiss. His hand reached around my back and he stuck a finger in my hole. "Damn, you got a nice ass. What are my chances of getting in there? No need to buy me that drink, but if you guys want to get a buzz, I have some potent weed and this joint should make the 3 of us feel real nice!" "Someone else has dibs on my ass tonight, but if you guys will be in town over the next week, I definitely want to get fucked. Actually, if you guys are up for it, we can make it a 3some, but it's gotta be bareback. I've NEVER had a condom on or in me and I don't intend to start. Fire up that joint." Lighting the joint, my new friend said, "I'm cool with the 3some and bareback. Unless it's bareback, it ain't real fucking! How about you, man?" He asked the redhead as he took a hit off the joint and passed it to me. "Count me in on that bareback 3some," the otter said. "I have plans for tomorrow night that I can't cancel, so if it's good for you 2 guys, let's meet up at The 801 on the following night at 8 o'clock and if we still wanna do this, we can take it from there."

As a top, I think of the hole I'm breeding as a cunt. And cunt is the word I use while fucking ["You want my fuck seed in your cunt, boy?"] ... Some bottoms are upset by this. Why? BTW, I hate the word "pussy" - pussy is the word a toddler uses to describe a cat

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

So I have always played safe when fucking guys but the last time I played things changer... here is what happened. i am a bi male who has always bottomed for guys but I got the itch to top. I had been chatting with a guy for awhile on Grindr and we had been exchanging stories and how we got into fucking guys. He had a girlfriend that had convinced him to bottom for a cock and I had a wife who would let me play. He was looking for someone to fuck him and was ok with condoms. He sent me his address and I drove to his house. Feeling anxious and nervous about my first time topping a guy I Almost backed out and turned around. This was new territory for me, I had always been the bottom and luckily he opened the door as I was about to leave. He invited me in to his house and lead me to his bedroom. As I followed him I realized he was in his underwear and a t-shirt, I could see his bubble butt outlined and I instantly got hard walking down the hallway. Once we entered his bedroom he layed down on his back on the bed and proceeded to slowly wiggle out of his underwear. Still no words had been said, enough had been said by his actions and I began to strip, feeling my lust to fuck grow in my balls. He reached over to some coconut oil and began greasing himself as I finished stripping. I threw some condoms on the bed and I knew that I was going to fuck him. once undressed I crawled over him and laid on top of feeling his greased cock against my unlubed cock. He rubbed his hand along my cock and I realized he was lubing my cock with the coconut oil. I took my bare cock and slowly rubbed it up and around his cock and balls and slowly trailed it to his pussy. I allowed my cock to slide up and down his crack and my cock engorged more so than ever before. Knowing it was time to fuck his ass, I picked up a condom and slowly rolled it on. I never have had to wear a condom with my wife as she was on the pill and the feeling of being wrapped was an odd sensation to begin with. Luckily I stayed hard and then pointed my cock to his anus and slowly pushed it in. From our previous chats, I knew he was anal virgin for cocks, he had had some dildos in him, but this was his first time. I knew from experience that I would have to go slow and let him relax. After a couple mins of slowly working my tip into him I started to go soft. I realized I was not having enough sensation to stay hard and so I pulled my cock completely out and slipped off the condom. I slapped my cock on his balls and I could see he knew my problem, our eyes met and he nodded, I then slipped my bare cock into his ass for the first time and I became instantly hard. I had never felt such an sensation. His ass ring was so much more tight than I remembered from just a minute ago, but I knew he was more relaxed than before. I slipped my cock in deeper thinking that I would lossoen him up slip on the condom. I knew that being unwrapped was a risk but I wanted to fuck so badly. I figured once I got going i could slip one on and finish my load in him. He slowly opened up and I realized it was time to slip the condom on and that is when I realized that the condoms had been thrown off the bed and I could no longer reach them without stopping. I knew if I stopped I would be back in the same boat as before and so I kept going instead. The pace of our fucking picked up until I was furiously pounding at his hole and I felt the swell of my load churn inside. Finally I said my first words to him, ‘I am CUMMING!” and a second later I felt my orgasm hit and my load launch into his virginal hole. I pulsed a large load for a good minute experiencing one of the grestest orgasms I had ever had. I stayed in him until I felt myself softening and I kissed him on the lips as I finished pulling out. looking down I realized he too had came and I saw all his load layered between us. We both collapsed and laid back chatting about the experience. Now I am pretty sure I would never want to fuck wrapped again but I know I have to play safe...

If you were having sex before the internet, hook up 'sites' were usually public. like several here, i cannot count the number of public places i've been fucked because pretty much any place i had sex was public. Getting fucked in a public restroom or under a stall wall or through a glory hole in a mall was a daily ritual. A couple of places/times do stand out to me though. Once i was driving down a street and a guy pulls up next to me and looks me in the eyes, then pulled ahead and in front of me. i followed him into a Burger King parking lot. He got out, went inside and into the restroom. I followed. When i got in, he pulled my pants down, turned me around, unzipped his jeans, pulled his cock out and spat on it, then pushed in. Didn't take long for him to unload. He pulled out, zipped up and left with me standing in the middle of the restroom floor with my pants around my ankles. The other was a bridge over a river at a public park. It was a fairly long bridge, long enough to where you couldn't recognize someone if they were standing in the middle. I used to stand in the middle of the bridge at dusk, leaning on the rail looking out at the water sort of bent over. I would wear my shorts low enough to where my ass crack was exposed, sort of plummer style, for anyone who might be interested to notice, but not too obvious unless you were really looking. I could see when someone would enter the bridge from the corner of my eye, and if it was a guy and i'd hear him slow or pause as he was walking by, i'd subtly lower my shorts a little more. i was always lubed and ready, Cannot count the number of times a guy would come up behind me, no words exchanged, pull my shorts down to expose my hole, then breed me, finish and continue his walk.

I’ve been in recovery for drug and alcohol for well over 10 years ( I still do poppers as they seem a different thing altogether) I did a lot of wild fucking and passing out on guys during that time , now I love fucking sober, and so do the guys I fuck as I can get and maintain better erections.

young boy body for any waste fluids...toxic waste preferred. piss, poz, aids, stds...anything else u wanna fuck into me

I have no problem with a top calling my hole anything he wants to ... ass, man-cunt, cunt, fuck-hole, hole, cum-dump, seed vessel, etc. The dirtier the talk, the hornier I get. I also don't mind if he calls me filthy names. The more aggressive the fuck; the dirtier the language; and the more cum, spit, and urine involved the greater my level of participation (i.e. I become a total slutty power bottom).

So about all the comments of you being 100% sure you were poz..... ? from now on get on prep, get regular sti tests, so you don’t spread annoying shit like syphilis, and just live your life!

For me the scary part is the first cock. Since I’m always blindfolded and sniffing poppers to prep, I never see the cock that enters. I fear the pain of one overly large being first and that can/has ruined me for the night. The other concern I have is that even though I do my best to clean out Mother Nature is still working at processing shit inside me and sometimes that first dick gets dirty. But by cock number 2, I’m ready to rock! I just wish I could find some really good poppers as the shelf stuff at every ABS these days is weak as shit and does nothing for me.

Totally the get-together I want to have. Oink!

Chapter XXII My boy and I looked at each other and started to cry and then fell into each others' arms hugging and crying our hearts out. We had waited too long and now at least 6 of our friends had been fucked brutally by the poz guy and from the pics, we were sure they would each become poz soon. What had we done? It was going to take us a long time to come to terms with this. That poz guy was totally corrupt and we were going to pay dearly for being so horny and curious, even if he did have the biggest, hottest cock we had ever seen before. Now it looked like we were going to join the poz club whether we liked it or not. We hugged and cried most of the night away. We finally fell asleep in each other's arms, but the morning came way too fast. I don't think either of us slept very good at all. My dreams all night long were of a poz cock chasing me all over the place with nowhere to run to or hide. More of a nightmare, except for the huge size of that cock which I wanted more than anything but not the bug that came with it. The days went by so fast but dragging along also. Neither of us could sleep much and we spent most of our time at home hugging each other and crying over what we had to do to save our friends. We knew it was the only choice we could make. We tried to console each other constantly, leading up to the NIGHT. Every day a new email arrived with a pic of his huge poz cock and him telling us how much he was looking forward to Friday night and bringing us into the brotherhood.

I just logged on--and found my inbox is suddenly emptied having had over 100 left in it the last time I checked. I'm guessing there are site issues.

Last weekend a guy I had seen twice before contacted me asking if I wanted to be tag teamed. He had planned a gangbang in his hometown but the bottom had cancelled. So I was a substitute but I didn't care ? Brought two buddies. Average guys with average dicks but they knew how to use them. Some spit roast but mostly watching (recovering) and waiting for their turn with a few breaks but keeping me pretty busy. Showed me all corners of the bed. Three loads from one of the guys and two each from him and his other buddy. Was pretty exhausted and all fucked out when they left!

THE SECOND SERVICE I arrived promptly at 6pm as instructed, wearing the proper church attire, and knocked three times as before. The Father immediately opened the door, wearing nothing but his rainbow-colored scarf. His cock was in a semi state of arousal but generally hanging. Something was different this time though. The father had a rather large PA in his cock. He saw the look of excitement in my eyes, and greeted me into his temple. I was led to the kneeling bench, where I was instructed to disrobe, and worship his holy post. I had sucked a cock with a PA before, but never one this large. As his post enlarged, he began to aggressively face fuck me. His PA hitting and clanging against my teeth. After about 10 minutes, he withdrew his raging cock from my mouth, and once again removed a filled chalice, to which he said, “drink ye all of it.” I quickly obliged, and once again felt a wonderful feeling rush through my body. My pathetic cock started to strain within its cage, and became somewhat painful. Father then instructed me to lay over the bench with my ass high in the air. I then once again felt his fingers stretching my ass, and the name familiar feel of sharp chards being shoved up my hungry and needy ass. The Father simply said, take this body for your conversion into the faith. Once again, the Father reached under the cloth, and brought out a familiar brown bottle. He explained that my conversion to the faith was not meant to be painful, but I would need these for the blessing that I was about to receive. My mind was already racing, and as he held the bottle to my nose, I felt a familiar warm rush through my body. When he felt that I was ready, he asked if I was ready to receive the blessing that I desired. Of course I was. His rather large cock with its PA still worried me, however I knew it would help me receive the blessing that I desired. With that the Father pulled apart my quivering ass cheeks, using only spit as a lube. He immediately thrust his cock into me balls deep, and although it hurt, it was a good kind of hurt. He pounded my ass hard for a good 15 minutes, most of the time while chanting something in Latin. I could tell when he was ready to shoot his poison deep inside me, yet he asked if I was ready for the blessing I was to receive. As I said Yes Father, I could feel his seed flooding my ass. He remained inside me, still hard for a good 5 minutes or so. Before he pulled out, he once again reached under the covered alter, and removed a rather large butt plug, emblazoned with a biohazard symbol on its base. He withdrew his cock, and quickly inserted the plug up my ass. Although his cock was large, the plug was much thicker. I could feel his precious seed leaking down my leg as he inserted the plug. He immediately began licking the cum from my leg, and instructed me to roll over. As I did, the Father put his lips to mine, saying that precious seed was not to be wasted. Afterwards, I was instructed to thoroughly clean his holy post. It was once again covered in a red frothy seed, much more red than out first time. After the cleaning, Father instructed me to get dressed, and to keep the plug in me for at lest 24 hours. He thanked me for attending services, and asked if I would be back for Sunday service and I said yes Father. A wide smile came across his face as I said that. He said that I was becoming a loyal member of the church, and that Sunday was a special religious holiday, and that I would be meeting other church Elders then. He instructed me to wear my usual church attire, and to make sure that the plug was inside me upon arrival. With that he patted me on my head, and said “depart in friendship.”

Great topic!! I am a HUGE sex pig and have been for a long time and always wondered why sex pigs are always portrayed "drug addicted" as I have never been one for drugs other than smoking pot. (Even drinking, I had one drink at Thanksgiving and I think it was my first drink in at least 2 months.) Dick has been and probably always will be my drug of choice. Like CC Bottom said, anything that interferes in the high I get from a good dick is not for me. (I also feel dick is the most addictive thing there is!!)

Went back to visit the big Pakistani guy who ive seen a couple of times now. Every time Ive left with at least 4 loads in me from his friends. Today he told me he had a surprise for me and when I got to his house he had his 3 sons and 2 nephews in the room. they all were in their early 20s and good looking lads so I was in for a good time. As per usual I was stripped naked and put on the bed. some lube was applied and we were of and running. There was no messing about from these lads and straight away a cock was forced up me. As I was being fucked I noticed the Dad was filming with a very proffesional looking camera but my mind was taken off this when one of the lads started to suck my cock. The lad who was up me came pretty quickly and I got a full load of his Asian seed up me. He replaced his uncle behind the camera and I got his fat cock stuffed in my mouth. I was then placed on all fours and then They started to roast me. I was gripped by the hips as another brown cock was pushed up me and the owner started thrusting it in as far as it would go. This went on for a good hour and Ive lost count of how many loads were blown up me. To finish, one of the sons climbed onto my throbbing cock and let me fill his lovely brown arse full of my white seed. it must have taken some guts to let your family see a white man spunking up you but they all seemed happy. The Old man has said he will be sending the vid of me to his relatives and they can come and use me when they wish. iam quite happy with that.

It's rare these days.. but occasionally I get to let it all go and go looking to get used. Posted up on a local board. Typical flakes.. lol finally lined up 2 young bbc. Same here. Nothing more hot than being naked on all 4s ass up, hearing the door open. Hearing them clone in the room. Feeling their hot hard cock probe until it finds my pussy then the brutal assault leading up to a gusher up inside of me.. First guy shows.. he had problems with the directions. He said he almost bailed. Good looking young man. Skinny and smooth. Wheres the bed he asks. I go to the bedroom and he follows.. I'm naked and he soon undresses, and lays on the bed. It sa a great cock 8-9 inches and thick. He never really says much i just assume what he wants.. I slide in and begin to suck him. It's getting bigger and harder.. I slide up and slide my hole up and down his pole. He's got a condom in his hand. I keep waiting for him to put it on. In the end I reposition and slide down his rod using his cum as lube. I let out a moan as I ease all of him in me.. I lift and then drop down making sure I get all of him. I do this maybe 6 more times.. Then he without a word pushes me off. And positions menon all 4s on the bed and then climbs on behind me and rams his cock home.. he got me by the shoulders using them as levarage. And he pounds my ass for what seems like forever but really it maybe 5 min.. He grunts..and pulls me on his cock and cums feel in me.. and just like that he pulls his clothes on and leaves.. I had forgot about the other dude..he texts and asks if I'm gonna let him in. Doors unlocked i text back.. door immediately opens and on walks dude #2. Floor he says. Ok..lol on the floor on all 4s again.. he wastes no time and mounts me before I know it.. this dudes cock is not long but probably the fattest I have ever had.. he opens me up like a can of soup and just pounds my poor pussy. He slams deep and cums.. He says thanks slut that he need that and leaves. That was the end of my evening

My Neighbor With The Bbc PART 2 DeWayne never did call me to come over and service him again. Nearly 3 years have gone by and we'd gone back to our pattern of nothing more than a wave and a "How are you doing?" from across the street to each other. Nothing was ever said about our having fucked. His wife Carol and I always will chat when we see each other outside, but DeWayne has gone back to ignoring me. Oh, well.........I'm not surprised. A few weeks ago, Carol and I ran into each other at the communal mailbox. She mentioned to me that her Mother in Los Angeles was not doing well. And that she and her brother would be moving her Mom into an assisted living facility in Los Angeles. And that she'd be gone until Thanksgiving. "Is DeWayne going to LA to help?" I asked. "No. He can't take the time from work. "I'll peek in on him, to make sure he's ok and see if I can do anything for him", I said with a smile. So, last week, I made a Shepherd's Pie for dinner. I made an extra casserole dish of it and took it over to DeWayne. I rang his doorbell and he quickly opened the door to find me standing there with a casserole dish. "Come on in, Dave. What you got there?" "I made some Shepherd's Pie. Knowing Carol was gone, thought you might like it". DeWayne said. "Damn! That's really nice. I was just wondering what I was going to do for dinner? Come in", he said as he closed the door and motioned for me to have a seat. He took the casserole dish from my hands and walked into the kitchen as I took a seat on the sofa. He set the dish down and pulled a couple of glasses from the cupboard. He filled them with ice and pulled a bottle of scotch from another cupboard. "I remember you like scotch, Dave. Have a drink with me. I just got home from work. I could sure use a drink, myself", he said as he handed me a very generous pour of scotch in the glass. He set his drink down on the coffee table in front of us and asked to be excused for a moment. He wanted to change out of his work clothes. My mind was racing and my heart pounding as I realized, he was was taking this right where I had been hoping it would go. I was about to get that bbc inside me again. I'd been waiting for this for nearly 3 years. He soon came back dressed in basketball shorts and wife beater tee shirt with bare feet. Just the sight of his huge feet and muscular legs and chest got the blood in my cock flowing. He sat down on the overstuffed chair directly across from me. He took some swigs of his scotch as I did the same. We struggled at some small talk for about 5 minutes as we quickly downed the drinks. He leaned over and poured more scotch into my glass, then his. He obviously felt he needed a bit of a buzz to go through with what I assumed was coming. As we drank the second round, DeWayne put his bare foot up on the coffee table and adjusted his crotch. My eyes were right there on his crotch. Then he pulled up the pant leg of his shorts and showed me his now semi soft black dick. He tugged on his dick a few times as I got up off the sofa and walked over to him in the easy chair. DeWayne stood up and pulled his shorts down as I walked over to him. He was not wearing underwear. His cock was quickly gowing. He was almost up to his full 9"s of bbc. I dropped to my knees, taking his cockhead into my mouth. I could feel his cock continue to swell and harden as my mouth began to work on his str8 cock. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, then licked up and down he underside of his black monster dick. I took his huge, low hanging balls into my mouth and sucked on them. Then he sat back down on the chair. I again took his balls into my mouth and sucked on them. He lifted his legs and showed me his brown, puckered, slightly hairy hole. I flicked my tongue on it as he let out a soft moan. Then I spread his asscheeks and slid my tongue up into his asshole. I shoved my tongue as far up inside his hole as I could get it. He was now groaning loudly. "Fuck, man! That feels amazing!", he groaned. I kept eating his hole as I stroked his fat cock. Since I was hoping my gift of dinner would lead this, I had come prepared and had put a bottle of poppers in my pants pockets. I also had a small bottle of lube, just in case. I took a few sniffs of poppers and then went back to work on his asshole. Licking, kissing and tongue fucking his hole. Then I went back to his cock and sucked it as best I could. But his 9", swollen cock was so big and thick, I couldn't take too much down my throat. He soon as leaning forward and stuck his large, muscular hand down the back of my shorts. He found my asshole and rubbed it. . "Can we go in the bedroom?" I asked. Without saying anything he stood up and extended his hand to me to pull me up from the floor. I followed him into his bedroom as he pulled his tee shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. I pulled a small bottle of lube that I had in my shorts pocket and placed both the lube and poppers on the bedside table as I stripped. The sight of his tall, muscular black body standing next to the bed with his huge 9" cock sticking straight out was one of the hottest sights I'd seen in a long time. Once I was naked, I grabbed the bottles of lube and poppers and knelt on the edge of his bed. I tossed the bottle of lube just off to my side on the mattress. Then took some long, deep sniffs of poppers as I felt him lube up my ass and his dick. I continued to suck in the poppers as he pressed his swollen cockhead against my hole. I took more sniffs as he grabbed me around the waist and pushed into me. My head felt like it was ready to explode as I continued to popper up. I knew it would take me a lot to be able to take him into me. But within just a few moments, he was balls deep into my ass and was slowly sliding in and out of my cunt. Once he could feel me loosen up, he raised his right leg and put his foot up onto the mattress, allowing his cock to go even deeper into me, on an angle. His pounding became harder as his balls now slapped against mine. He changed legs and now came into me from the opposite angle. Again ramming deeply into me. Grunting with each thrust. His fingers were digging into my waist as his thrusts picked up speed, depth and brutality. His thrusts were so hard that it was forcing the air out of my lungs with each thrust. Both he and I were grunting and gasping for air with his brutal thrusts. I tried to take more sniffs of poppers. But they were splashing all over my nose and fingers from his thrusts. I gave up and put the cap back on. Finally, he pushed me further up on the bed and fell on top of me. He's now fucking like a crazy man. He's now got both knees up on the mattress and ramming into me. About 5 minutes of fucking me from this position finally brought him to orgasm. He groaned loudly as he thrust deep into me and let out a deep growl. I milked his cock with my ass as I could feel his cock throb inside me as he emptied his balls into my gut. Once he'd cum, he silently pulled out and immediately went into his bathroom to wash off. I knew he'd want me out of there quickly. I grabbed my shorts and tee shirt and put them on as quickly as I could. "I'm heading home, DeWayne. Give me a shout if I can help you out again". "Thanks bud. Will do", was all I heard as I let myself out of his front door and crossed the street to my own home. Well, it had been a long wait for a "replay". But it was sure worth the wait. Hope I can get one more replay before Carol comes back home.

Absolutely love the scenario of being ready, waiting, mounted, fucked and bred without seeing him. Oink!

When I was a lad, I tried pumping my dick to gain length and girth, but I fell out of interest after a few months because of how cheap the pump was. I similarly experimented with Sounding. I got obsessed with leather cock rings. In recent years, I've gotten obsessed with metal cock rings. I rarely take mine off now. Now, especially after learning about my Toxic fuck Meat, those old curiosities are back. I want to get a Jacob's ladder but I also want to pump my cick ans wear my metal C-Rings. Anyone got experience with these things? I'd love to share and learn. How about it Bros? Here's a pic of my cock

https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/two-lovers-38185741 Looks to be reposted from elsewhere, so it may not last... but dang, that is HOT!

That time is here for me I fear. I'm asymptomatic, but with less than 100 tcells ans a viral Load in the 6 digit range. I'm eager to breed but I cant breed if I'm dead. I know what I must do. but at the same time I love just sticking my hand in my jock and under my skin to feel how sticky my head is... everytime I see a a potential convert pass my way. That's why I was worried. Dont think i am anymore. Thanks to you guys

I was actually raped for real when I was 20 by a brawny air force cadet in full uniform and a very rough demeanor, kind of young convict look - swarthy and masculine but more mean than sexy looking, not a good look in my book An older friend / boss picked him up as a hustler off the street while we were leaving work. The rape happened at my boss/frIend’s apt, while the host had to be in a room isolated to take an urgent phone call for business leaving me behind in the living room alone with the hustler The thug asked to have a shower, and to bring him some fresh towels. I did so, and before I knew it I was in a head lock, pushed against the wall, penetrated without spit or any other niceties. I didn’t have time or the presence of mind to understand what was exactly happening because I was choking in his super strong arm directly pressing on my carotid and literally strangling me. All I could think of was “I can’t breathe” while my mouth was gagged by his other hand. I felt a sharp pain in my anus, nothing like sex, as if somebody rammed me with a bottle or something. He came in me, bareback of course, with a grunt and lasting barely one minute. Obviously he just used me as the naive twink that I was. I didn’t know what hit me. My friend kicked the thug out after I told him about what had just happened I had been introduced to my future rapist as my older friend’s personal assistant, which I happened to be at the time, since my friend was a successful business man and I was somehow his protegee (it was a purely non sexual arrangement and to my friend’s credit he never harrassed me sexually, being a perfect gentleman and also admirably out as a gay man in a country were such honesty can cost you even your life) This all happened in 1991. The Aids holocaust was raging, and I was living in a god-forsaken shit hole in the Middle East. Being gay there guaranteed social and professional ruin. To get tested for Hiv you had to know people as back then tests weren’t widely accessible, much less to a penniless 20yo intern who had been kicked out of home at age 17 by the violent cunt of a father I unfortunately had (he will never be dead enough for me) Somehow, after a few weeks of wallowing in despair, l managed to muster the courage and got tested at the public hospital for std “special cases” (prostitutes, queers and junkies). The contempt of the doctors when I explained my predicament still singes my soul with excruciating shame Yet, the indignity of being looked down by the hospital staff turned out to be a light jest in comparison to the agony of waiting for something like six months for the results to come back from the Pasteur Institute in Paris During this excruciating wait I collapsed silently, unable to speak to anyone about the fear eating me alive, and thus swallowing a nervous breakdown in one gulp I spent all my free time rehearshing my suicide, compulsively counting the steps I would have to take from my bed till the ledge of my sixth floor bedroom window from which I had decided to jump had the results been Hiv+ (miraculously, I turned out to be neg) A few months before me being raped, I spoke for the last time to another good friend, this time one from childhood. Growing up together as classmates and besties, he was the first person that I ever knew was gay besides me. With him I shared, as a platonic best friend but often partners in naughty teen fooling around, our difficult path to becoming adult gay men. That last time I spoke to him was onthe phone, when he told me that he refused to see me “for a last time” before he died of Aids at age 19. He had been very ill for almost a tear, wasting away irreversibly His last words to me were “even if you visit I cannot see you, I’ve gone blind and will soon will go deaf too, so let’s just say goodbye now over the phone while at least I can still hear you” A rape in the forest of farewells

I haven't written in a while but the other day, something happened which I just had to share with you all. My husband is a shopaholic and orders orders stuff online all the time. Because of our work schedules are at odds, I often find his purchases are delivered when I am at home. This past week, I was in the shower and I heard the doorbell ring. He had mentioned a package would arrive that day, and it would require a signature, so I quickly pulled on a towel and ran downstairs. The UPS delivery guy that stood there when I opened the door was a handsome 40 something year old Middle Eastern looking wolf. Dark beard with extremely hairy arms and legs. He was bout 6'2" and maybe about 300lbs. Seemed muscular and was almost too big for his uniform. He addressed me, asking me to confirm my name. As it turned-out the package was for me. He handed me a small box and asked me to sign his clipboard. I fumbled with the box and clip board, particularly as my towel was working loose, and I had visions of it falling to the floor. Still, I successfully juggled the package, the clipboard and my towel, and everything satisfactorily handled, we exchanged the proper niceties I stepped back into the house. I had barely gotten inside and placed the box on the kitchen counter when I received this text message: "Hey, this is Sander. I just delivered your package. I was wondering if I could bother you for a glass of water?" I was slightly surprised, but still I replied by text "Of course, no problem." Upon opening the front door I found Sander standing on my threshold. "Thank you so much. You know how hot it is out there," he remarked. "No worries, come in," I said, motioning him inside. As he entered the house and walked past me, I got a whiff of that distinct odor that was unmistakably man musk. He was obviously sweating in the heat outside. His arm air glistening in the sunlight that entered the house through the front door. I could see the pit stains over his UPS uniform. My ass involuntarily twitched, but I checked myself, shut the door, leading him into the kitchen where I pulled out a water bottle from the fridge and handed it to him. He looked around the living room and kitchen and said, "Wow. This place is really dark. All the windows and blinds down." "Oh yeah. We have neighbors and I don't want them to see me naked in the house," I honestly replied. He took a big gulp of the water bottle I had handed him and downed it in one go. He then turned to me and stared at me with his dark beady eyes. I looked right back. He moved closer to me until he was towering over my small 5'6" 135lb frame. Neither of us said a word. His face was tense, almost angry. My heart started to race and I could feel it thumping loudly in my chest. He was right in front of me, less than a foot from me. I could smell his rank body odor. His presence was overwhelming. I realized that neither of us had spoken or looked away from each other for a good minute or so. I took a deep breath in. He moved his hand and placed it over my head pushing me down. I knew what I was supposed to do. In the next few seconds I was on my knees fumbling with his belt and shorts trying to get access to his baby maker. I unbuckled him and opened his shorts to see his black Jockey briefs. Now normally I would take my time but somehow I knew I had to be fast. I pulled down his shorts and briefs to his size thirteen shoes and saw the most gorgeous thickest black bush of pubes with a nice thick 7" semi uncut cock. His crotch smelled pungent and his cock was cheesy and leaking precum. His hairy balls hung low and were wet with sweat. I quickly lapped up some of the sweat on his balls before starting to suckle on his ripe dirty cheesy cock which was increasing in length and girth every second. The smegma made his dick taste salty. I suckled on his cock as if it was my last moment on earth. By this point his dick was a full nine inches, and was as thick as a coke bottle. I started to choke as I swallowed it whole my nose and lips buried deep into his sweaty pubes. He started to moan. I felt his hands on my head forcing my face to remain buried there with his whole member inside my mouth and deep in my throat. As I started to gag he pulled my head back and said, "Its too big for your mouth." He guided me back up to my feet. My towel by this time was on the kitchen floor. He looked at my body and smiled. He then quickly turned me over and bent me over the counter. I spread my feet apart as I took a deep breath preparing for what I knew was going to be painful. He spit on his fingers and roughly manhandled my ass. I hadn't been fucked in weeks and I was tight. And then just like that, he placed one hand on my mouth and in one forceful and excruciating stroke pushed his thick donkey dick inside of my tight ass. I let out a loud squeal and tried to move away from him, but he knew what would happen and was prepared for it. With his large hand on my mouth and his other one wrapped tightly around my waist, there was no escaping. As tears of pain rolled down my eyes I knew he was inside me and he had full control over my body. He owned me in that moment. He started to thrust deep into me. With every stroke I gasped. He was rearranging my insides with his huge cock. As he kept going I waited for the pain to get better but it didn't. It seemed like this beast was going to get rougher and rougher with every stroke. Suddenly I felt his pace quicken. His thrusts became more forceful. More painful. Deeper. I knew what was happening. He started to grunt in the most animalistic, feral snorts I could imagine and, with stroke after stroke, volley after volley, the thick seed from his sweaty balls emptied into my ass. I looked at our reflection in the stainless steel refrigerator. Here was a giant BULL over twice my size towering over me with his donkey dick inside my small ass pumping me full of his superior seed. After about fourteen volleys, he was finished breeding me. He had emptied all the DNA in his balls completely into me. I was his sow. Just like that he pulled out of my hole leaving it gaping and full of his sperm. I turned around and turned my attention to his dick. It was damp and sticky with a mixture of his seed and blood from when he ruined my asshole. I cleaned him up with my mouth and he quickly pulled up his shorts and said, "Thanks. I really needed a slut to empty into. I'm so glad you opened the door." I smiled back. My ass still hurting from the assault it had undergone, but I was proud of myself. He returned my smile, gave me a light swat on the ass, and quickly left to get back to his route. As I gathered my towel up from the kitchen floor I saw the box on the counter. It was a gift to me from my husband. The package an exquisitely beautiful watch. The card which accompanied the watch read "To my beautiful husband. This watch is to celebrate the last five years of love, loyalty and commitment to each other. I love you more every day." I smiled, not feeling the least bit guilty I had cheated on him yet again....

Most open places I got fucked were public parks at night. In Boston by the river cruise area, a hot latin guy with fat fleshy uncut fucked and bred me standing up, then we walked bit talking then he fucked me 2 more times, same way in the open standing. My hole was open and full of jazz. In London another city park in bushes. A guy came along, I was on my knees to suck, he fed me then reached behind me and felt my hole, pulled me up and fucked me raw as I held onto a tree, walked away when he was done and before I could pull trousers up another guy fucked and bred. Took 3 loads holding on that tree.

you win LOL

In an alleyway at the side of a straight pub in west London. It was full of an after work crowd and I caught the eye of a thirty something lad who was with a group of colleagues and seemed to work for a large city firm of solicitors. We cruised each other and ended up outside in an alleyway. He sucked me for a while and then dropped his pants and turned round. I fucked him bareback, pants down in the alley. I knew we would have to be quick so I fucked him as hard as I could and shot my load right up him. I think he had had quite a lot to drink but he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Probably one of my most public and risky fucks.

Damn Mister - Up until this second the dirtiest, raunchy, raw, sadistic drug fueled accounting of violence and extreme domination was ''Hogg'' by Samuel R. Delaney (a must read if you haven't), and you make his adventures of an abusive, sexually deviant, Kidnapping Pimp Rapist look like ''Grandpa has a candy bar in his pocket.'' You did an astounding job, You should be very proud of this.

Part 36 Rob awoke the following morning to the sound of the door of his room opening. He lined himself up at the cage door prepared to exit for his morning workout at the gym. However it wasn’t Tanner that entered the room, it was Nick. “Relax pig, we need to have a little chat,” Nick informed. Nick pulled up a chair, sat down and propped his feet up on the top of the cage. Nick started his conversation with, “We need to make a little change with this arrangement.” “First off, I have to say that your conversion to a cum dump has been very profitable for us.” ”However we are starting to reach a point of diminishing returns and your upkeep it starting to approach what you’re bringing in.” Of course that statement wasn’t telling the whole story. It did cost money to feed Rob and keep him high on meth, but the money coming in from parties, private sessions and the internet pay-for-view clips of Rob were covering those costs. In fact they far exceeded them. Nick continued, “Your archived clips on the website are still very popular but members are starting to ask for fresh meat.” Rob wasn’t sure of the implications but he was getting scared as Nick continued to talk. “I see that scared look in your eyes; forget about those rumors you may have heard of us dumping naked sluts off deep in the swamp to fend for themselves once they have outgrown their usefulness.” “Personally I think the stories on the news about people wandering into the bayou, getting lost and becoming gator chow are very over exaggerated.” “The good news is that someone is interested in…... Well, let’s say taking over your contract.” As he was talking, Nick sent a quick text on his phone. A moment later, Jerry from the leather shop entered the room and handed Nick some papers. “You remember Jerry don’t you,” Nick said with a smile. “He is here to notarize a few things.” Nick removed his feet from the cage and leaned in closer to the bars. “The Dirty Hawgs from last night’s party are looking for a new club cum dump and they have made us an offer to take over your contract so to speak.” Nick set two stacks of documents and a pen on the floor next to Rob’s cage. “In front of you there is a contract saying you will serve the Dirty Hawgs club as their cum dump and will perform whatever duties they see fit; There is a list in the contract of the things they have in mind.” “The second document is a power of attorney authorization.” “It gives them control to make ALL your decisions for you including control of any property or financial assets you have as well as complete authority regarding your healthcare.” Nick grinned as he continued his explanation, “You don’t have a very good track record of reading things before you sign them, but I’d hope you pay better attention with these.” Rob didn’t know what to think. His first thought however was, “I’m being sold as a slave.” He was so conflicted; he didn’t want to be owned by a group of rough bikers although he had discovered that he enjoyed being on the receiving end of a rough fuck. The main thought that kept coming to the forefront of his mind was how he would be able to survive on his own. He knew he needed cock and could probably manage that but getting drugs was an area he didn’t know what to do about. His mind went back to the horrible withdrawal symptoms he suffered through while he had the fuck flu and wasn’t getting his meth. He didn’t want to go through that again. It finally boiled down to the realization that he would do anything for the sex and drugs, including signing away all his rights. Rob reached through the cage bars and grabbed the pen. He signed both documents without even reading them. Nick chuckled, “I thought that would be your decision.” “The Dirty Hawgs have a road trip soon to a biker convention in Texas, so they asked for a few modifications to your appearance before they pick you up.” Nick reached through the bars and held a chloroform soaked rag over Rob’s face. “This will be easier if you aren’t awake.” Rob woke up to find himself strapped on his stomach in a bed. He felt a stinging on his back and a slight burning on part of his neck. He lifted his head up as far as he could to try to look around. There was a heavy collar around I his neck but it didn’t seem to be attached to anything. He could feel a bandage on his back near his shoulder blades which had to mean he now had another tattoo. There was something hard around his cock and something was tugging at his balls but he couldn’t lift up enough to see his groin. “I see you are awake; time for the unveiling of the new you,” Nick announced as he returned to the room. Rob was blind folded and he was released from his restraints. “This part of your transformation was done now so that you’d be mostly healed before the convention,” explained Nick. “I suspect the Hawgs will add things later.” Nick led Rob over to the mirror in the room and suddenly removed the blindfold. “Voila!” Rob didn’t recognize the person in the mirror. His head had been shaved along the sides so that only a wide strip of hair remained down the center of his head. The hair strip was left long enough so that it could easily be grasped when he was being skull fucked. Rob reached up to feel the metal slave collar around his neck. It was 2” wide and snug but not overly tight. There were some rings attached to the collar at various points around its diameter. Rob knew immediately that those rings would be used as attachment points to restrain him. As Rob felt the collar he realized it was riveted and welded on. That must be why he felt the burning sensation on his neck he thought. Rob’s 8” cock was confined in a locked metal cock cage and his ball dangled beneath a metal ball stretcher. While he may have been and acted like a muscle pig cum slut before, Rob now totally looked the part. Nick held out a tablet. “I know you can’t see your new tattoo because of its location, so let me show you a pic.” The picture confirmed to Rob that he truly had signed away his rights. There was now a detailed tattoo of the Dirty Hawgs club logo centered between his shoulder blades. Above the logo were the words “Property of the Dirty Hawgs”. Rob was in shock with the reality of the situation and stood there in front of the mirror unable to move. After few minutes Nick gave him a push towards the bed. “Maybe this will help you adjust,” he said as he pushed Rob face down on the bed and unzipped his pants. Nick kicked Rob’s legs apart and then reached up and gave Rob a heavy slam of meth. “Consider this a goodbye fuck,” Nick said as he drove his raw cock into Rob’s un-lubed ass. Rob awoke from his daze and started to cry out at the intrusion but the meth kicked in and all he did was grunt with Nick’s initial thrust. As Nick power fucked Rob he had to admit that they had done a terrific job converting this one to a cum dump. Rob’s bottoming skills would certainly serve him well in his new life. Nick shot a massive load into Rob’s hole. He stood there and lingered for a moment as Rob continued to squeeze his ass muscles around Nick’s cock. Nick was starting to stiffen up again when Tanner rushed into the room. “Great, I got here before they picked the slut up,” Tanner exclaimed. Tanner dropped his pants and stepped up next to Nick. “Do you mind Nick; I’d like another crack at that ass.” Nick smiled and stepped aside. “Go right ahead, I just lubed him for you.” Tanner plunged his cock into Rob’s ass and began to fuck as fast and as hard as he could. “Thank you Sir, please fuck me Sir,” Rob exclaimed. Due to the hard fast pace of his strokes, Tanner didn’t last long before he added his seed to Rob’s ass. Tanner walked to the other side of the bed and presented his cock to Rob to clean. Rob greedily sucked and licked Tanner’s cock. He repeatedly ran his tongue underneath Tanner’s foreskin to make sure everything was completely clean. Tanner pulled out and grabbed Rob’s face underneath the jaw and tilted his head up. Rob opened his mouth expecting to be fed a wad of spit. What Tanner did however took Rob by complete surprise. Tanner squatted down and gave Rob a deep tongue probing kiss. When Tanner broke the kiss he looked at Rob and smiled widely. Rob was in shock at this development. He had hoped for some sign of affection or even kindness from Tanner for a long time but he never really got one. He had kind of given up on the prospect of it ever happening. Rob stared back at Tanner and said, ”Thank you Sir, I am going to miss you.” Tanner started pointing to a tattoo on his right arm. Rob had never paid that much attention to Tanner’s tattoos but when his eyes focused on the tattoo Tanner was pointing at he now recognized it. It was the Dirty Hawgs logo. Tanner smiled back at Rob and, “Yeah I was a regular member of the Dirty Hawgs before I moved to New Orleans; I’m an alumni now of sorts.” “I get together with them from time to time to reminisce, party and play.” “I actually was at the party last night with the guys and even fucked you twice.” “I’m kind of surprised you didn’t recognize my cock when you were servicing everyone under the poker table,“ he laughed. “At any rate you’re likely to see me again at some point.” Tanner gave Rob another deep kiss and then walked to the exit. “OK pig, crawl back in the cage until your new owners get here to pick you up,” Nick ordered. With Rob secured back in his cage, Nick and Tanner stepped out into the hallway. “How long do you think this one will last with the Hawgs,” Tanner asked Nick. “”Your guess is probably better than mine Tanner, but you and everyone else did a great job with his training; the skills and attitude he’ll need are strongly instilled in him.” Nick put his arm around Tanners shoulder and asked,” What was the kiss about; I always warn you guys about getting too attached to these pigs we convert.” “I’ve never seen that behavior from you with one of the cum dumps we converted.” Tanner nodded his head knowingly, “I know what you’re saying, but it’s hard sometimes when you are fucking someone practically every day for months to not feel something.” “There was just something different about this one,” admitted Tanner. Nick chuckled,” Don’t worry about it, I understand.” “However, I’m going to need you at your best soon; we are going to convert two cum dumps at once.” “We found a couple of arrogant brothers attending Loyola and they are going to make us a ton of money!” THE END (potential sequel and/or spin-offs in the future??)

please be neg as i am too. I walk in to fuck you ass up, then leave. ongoing if fun

Exactly. I'll admit that I'm a bit of a size queen too and if a guy has a really big one I get all excited too. A lot is probably between the ears and visual. There have been hung guys who didn't knew how to use it (indeed thinking their size was enough to make it a good fuck) while average guys were the best. When it comes down to it I prefer girth over length and being stretched. There were those who were both (big and thick) and knew how to use it too but those are not the norm but a bonus. I'm selfish and I want to get the most out of a fuck as well as a bottom. So if a 6" dick does the job well I'm in lust with it. Doesn't mean I don't want to try a big one when I get the chance though!

A lot happened over the next few months. Simon texted me a few times, but I didn't want to see him, I just wanted to put the whole thing behind me and forget it had ever happened. I went back to my boyfriend, and everything pretty much returned to normal. Then I started noticing that when Simon would get home, he wouldn't always be alone. I'd hear his hip-hop music pumping as he drove onto our street, then I'd hear him walk past my window, but with the click-click-click of some girl he'd picked up at the clubs walking next to him. Sometimes they'd be talking, and it seemed like I never heard the same girl twice, it was always someone different. Then they'd go back to his place and do who-knows-what. At first it didn't bother me, he had his life and I had mine. But then I started thinking back to the way he had nibbled my ear and kissed my neck when we were cuddling, and how his chest felt pressed up against my back…. And the thought of someone else getting to feel that instead of me -- a lot of 'someone else's -- made me feel cheap, like it hadn't meant anything to him. And then it made me feel angry, that they all got to feel that and I didn't. And then I realized I wanted to see him again. So I went crawling back to him, just like he'd said I would, and I think he liked that even more than if I'd given in right away. For the next few months, he had me over whenever he couldn't find any 'bitches' to fuck. And he loved to humiliate me: one time he made me wear panties while we were cuddling, the next time he fucked me late at night outside on the balcony. Another time he made me talk to my boyfriend while he was deep inside me, and the next time he wrote "SLUT" on my forehead in marker before he'd let me go home. He always let his roommate fuck me afterwards, just like the first time, and he never let me see the roommate, so I still didn't know what he looked like. He was always thinking of some way to make me feel like worthless trash, but he could be so sweet and tender when he felt like it, that I just kept going back. Meanwhile, I caught my boyfriend cheating on me, and I stopped talking to him for a while. Well, Simon didn't like that at all, and after he gave me a piece of his mind a few times, I got back together with my boyfriend. I don't know if he liked the thought of my boyfriend sleeping around behind my back, or if he just liked fucking a cheater (me), but whatever the reason, Simon fucked me extra hard when I told him I'd gotten back together with my boyfriend. And lastly, this high school boy and his family had moved in across the street, and I sometimes saw him and his brothers playing on the sidewalk with their bikes and their skateboards or whatever. The boy was beefy and Latin, and good-looking I guess, but I never really paid him much attention…until I noticed Simon chatting with him every once in a while. They would goof around and laugh, and pretty soon I started hating that boy. Why didn't Simon ever goof around with me? Why was he always trying to humiliate me? I tried to ignore them. Anyway, it was a Friday night, and Simon was hungrily eating my hole, making me tell him about my latest date with my boyfriend. I hated talking about private time with my boyfriend when I was with Simon, I always felt like Simon was laughing at him for being such a blind fool. But every time I stopped talking, I got a hard slap on the ass, so I kept going. When I got to the part where my boyfriend had fucked me and had cum inside my ass, Simon moaned approvingly as he ate me out. Then he moved up and started lining his hard cock up with my hole, like he'd done so many times before. Having prepared for this, I said, "Hold on one sec, I have some --" and I reached down into my jeans and pulled out a couple condoms I'd brought with me. Simon had fucked me about six or seven times now, and he'd never used a rubber, and he'd never pulled out. I'd been too afraid to say anything before, but now I thought maybe he cared enough about me and my health (and my boyfriend's) to wrap it up. He knew I wanted his cock, but he really did hook up with a lot of other people, and I didn't want to catch anything or give anything to my boyfriend. "Can you -- can you wear one of these this time?" I asked him. "The fuck is that?" Simon asked. He was not happy. "They're…condoms. We've hooked up a few times, and I just thought…we should be safe, you know?" The room was dark, but from the pale light coming in through the blinds, I could tell he was staring at me, unamused. I saw something dark and a little scary flash behind his eyes, then he said, "Open it." So I opened one of the wrappers and took out a condom, not sure why he was looking at me like that. "Unroll it." "But, it has to go on your --" I started to say, but he raised his hand and lifted it back, so I stopped talking and quickly unrolled the rubber like he said. "Now throw that shit on the floor," he said, and I realized he wasn't going to put it on. I threw it down, then he made me do the same with the other one, then the wrappers. "We're not gonna have this conversation again, are we?" he said, looking into my eyes menacingly. I shook my head, and after a second, his expression softened, just a little. "Now turn around," he ordered, "face down, ass up." I did what he said, and he gave me a brutal fucking that night, pulling all the way out and slamming all the way back in, making it hurt more than usual. I realized he was probably looking at his bare white cock every time he pulled out, and plunging it all the way back into my submissive hole just to prove a point. Finally, after what felt like forever, he said, "I'm gonna bust my fuckin' nut inside your cheatin' ass, just like your boyfriend does." And he did, just like all the other times he'd fucked me. After he came down, he pulled me up against him and cuddled tenderly with me, as if our conversation and that brutal hate-fuck had never happened. As he was gently kissing my neck, he quietly remarked "I need your help, baby doll." My heart fluttered. He needed me for something?? Well that feeling got crushed immediately when he continued, "There's this kid across the street I wanna get my dick inside, and you're gonna help me." "Me?" I asked, "What do you need me for?" I could feel my blood start to boil, as I thought of Simon laughing and talking to that new kid like they were buddies. I hoped that wasn't who he was talking about. "This Mexican boy Jaime just moved in across the street," he started explaining, and I felt something in between heartbreak, anger, and jealousy, as I knew it was the same kid. Why wasn't I enough for him? Then I realized how stupid that thought was, when I was the one stepping out on my boyfriend. "He turns 18 in a few days, and I wanna be the first one in there, cuz that shit ain't goin' stay cherry for long, nahmean?" If I was understanding him correctly, Simon wanted to take this kid's virginity before anyone else did, but god he was young! And so innocent. He still played on his little trick bicycle and scooters with his little brothers. Had I looked that innocent when I was 18? Then I remembered one of the first guys I'd hooked up with had been twice my age, so maybe 18 wasn't such an innocent age after all…. "So what do I do?" I asked, still not understanding what any of this had to do with me, and not really wanting to be a part of it, either. "I just need you to be there for…moral support," he said, "to make him feel comfortable 'n' shit." This still didn't make sense to me, but as he nibbled my ear and slid his hand down to my cock and balls, I agreed to help him. He needed me, and that was enough. A week later, I was back at Simon's place working on his cock while he was texting with the kid, who was trying to get away from his family and come over. I just wanted it to be the two of us, without that stupid kid ruining everything. But it's what Simon wanted, and he knew I couldn't say no to him. So I stayed on his fat cock, trying not to think about how many people he'd fucked with it since I'd seen him last. "Oh snap," he said, "kid's comin' over. Can't wait to get this hard cock in that phat virgin ass!" As he said this, he pushed my head all the way down on his cock and made me gag for an extra long time, slapping my hands away when I tried to come up for air. Finally he let me go. After I had caught my breath a little and wiped the slobber off my face, he took me delicately by the chin and pulled me right up to his face, so close I thought he was going to kiss me. "I'm so glad you're here, baby doll," he said to me so quietly, "I couldn't do this without you." And I think at that point I would have done anything this man had asked. "Now get back on my fucking dick," he said, and pushed his cock back down my throat for a few jabs, before extracting himself from my hold, getting to his feet, pulling on a pair of shorts on and leaving me alone in the bedroom. Why was he always messing with me like this? Did he like me, or was I just a fuck to him? And why did I keep coming over?? When he came back into the room with Jaime, he was grinning from ear to ear, obviously pleased with his latest catch. Jaime looked happy, too, but nervous. I watched as Simon took off Jaime's clothes, and saw that Jaime was already hard. Simon had him lie down on the bed on his back. "Have you ever gotten your dick sucked and your ass licked at the same time?" he asked Jaime. Jaime shook his head. "Well you're about to," Simon said, as he lifted up Jaime's legs and dove in. I took that as my cue to work on this kid's cock, so I did, even though I knew nothing about him and technically hadn't even spoken to him yet. What was I doing? Well, Jaime loved the attention, and I started warming up to the whole idea, too. He seemed like a nice-enough kid, and in a way I guess it was hot to work with Simon to make him feel good. I started rubbing his body and playing with his balls, and he liked that, too. Then Simon started working a finger inside his hole, and after Jaime relaxed onto that, a couple more, asking "Are you ready to get fucked, Jaime?" "I think so," Jaime answered, so Simon spat on his cock a few times and lined it up with his hole. "I'm just gonna go in a lil' bit so you can get used to it, alright?" Jaime seemed okay with that, and nodded. So I leaned directly over where Simon's hard white cock was rubbing against Jaime's virgin brown skin, looking so evil and menacing. I could stop all this right now, save this kid's innocence, keep him from the life of cheating, lying, humiliation, taking loads from complete strangers, and worrying about the consequences that I'd found myself in since I'd met Simon, but then I got another flash of all the times the two of them had been joking around easily, right outside my fucking window, rubbing in my face how happy they were together, and how much more Simon liked Jaime than he liked me. And that's when I decided this kid deserved what was coming to him. If he was going to get the fun, easygoing Simon in public, he was going to get the sick, twisted Simon in the bedroom, too. So I spat a few more times on Simon's cock, and watched with dark satisfaction as it sank, inch by inch, into this kid's dumb, unprotected hole. To his credit, Jaime took Simon's thick cock like a champ, eyes closed in concentration. Then, when it was about halfway inside, Jaime opened his eyes and said, "Oh wait, are you wearing a rubber right now?" I surprised even myself by saying, "Don't worry, he's only like this much inside you," holding my fingers barely an inch apart. "He's just letting you get used to him." "Oh really?" Jaime asked, obviously in some pain. "It feels like he's all the way in already." "Just relax," I said, rubbing his hairless boy-chest, "this is your first time, so you have to let him loosen you up. Do you want me to suck your cock again?" He nodded, so I went back down to his cock, and I saw Simon give me a big grin, like he was so proud of me. A nd that's when I knew I was doing the right thing. When Simon finally got all the way inside Jaime's ass, he started to slowly pull out and push back in, as I slowly worked on Jaime's cock, not wanting him to cum yet. Simon was getting into a rhythm, and as I looked up at him, I could see the satisfaction on his face. Then Jaime asked, "Okay, can you put a rubber on now?" But Simon didn't say anything, he just kept fucking him slowly. It was weird to be watching Simon do the same thing to this kid that he'd done to me the first time he'd fucked me. Jaime didn't know what to do, so after a few seconds, he looked over to me for help. But instead of helping him, I said, "Don't worry, Simon's always really careful, he almost never hooks up and he always plays safe except with people he trusts. I have a boyfriend but I still let him fuck me because he's always safe. Wait, you're clean, right?" The kid nodded with wide eyes. "Okay good," I said, "then he can trust you, too. You don't have anything to worry about, just relax and enjoy him inside you. Is he starting to feel good yet?" He nodded again. "Awesome, you're doing so great," and he smiled at me. God, this kid was dumb and deserved whatever he got. I went back to playing with his hard cock and balls to distract him, while I watched Simon looking like a stud, pounding his thick meat into this formerly innocent high school boy, taking this prize he'd had his eye on for months. After Jaime was opened up and stopped asking about rubbers, Simon really started fucking him with gusto: on his back, on his side, on his hands and knees, on his stomach, and then on his back again. "You're doin' so great, kid," Simon said with a big smile, obviously happy to be the one corrupting this teenager, continuing by commenting "You're almost done." With that, he started really pounding Jaime, making him feel it, and sending shockwaves through the kid's beef that were hot to watch. Jaime took it like a pro, and I was amazed his cock stayed hard through it all -- Simon really was being rough with the kid, but I liked seeing him in discomfort under Simon's onslaught. Then Simon started moaning, and I knew he was about to cum. I half expected Jaime to beg him to pull out or something, but I guess my lies to him earlier about Simon being 'careful' and 'safe' had done the trick, because he just watched Simon get closer and closer as he fucked him, and didn't say anything. Simon gave a few last, brutal thrusts, and moaned loudly as he shot his cum of unknown status deep inside this dumb teen's unprotected hole. I could tell Simon was very pleased with himself, because his mouth was open in a big smile as he looked up at the ceiling and slid his cock in and out a few more times. He slowly pulled out, then crashed on the bed between me and Jaime. "Fuck, kid, you were great," Simon said, which made Jaime smile, too. "Definitely worth the wait. And that was your first time getting fucked?" Jaime nodded. "Fuck, that's hot, son." After catching his breath for a few seconds, Simon looked down at Jaime's cock and said, "Looks like you're still hard. You ready for the other part of the deal?" Jaime nodded with a big smile. Well it sounded like Simon was going to get Jaime off, or maybe let Jaime cum on his chest or something. That sounded alright, but it looked like my part in this entire twisted thing was over. Then Simon was on top of me in a flash, grabbing me and pulling me down onto the bed. He'd done this to me enough times for me to realize I was wrong again, and that the other part of the 'deal' was the kid fucking me now, whether I wanted it or not. And incidentally, I didn't. Simon never lined up guys for me to fuck after he'd fucked me, actually he always did the exact opposite, and let his roommate fuck me, too. And he and Jaime had had this 'deal' the whole time, and hadn't told me? Is that how he'd gotten Jaime to come over? And was that the only reason he'd said he 'needed' me to come over tonight? I felt totally used and stupid, once again. As Simon held me down, Jaime climbed on top of me and lined his cock up with my hole. Simon spat a few times, probably showing Jaime how to lube up before fucking an ass, and then Jaime was eagerly shoving his hard teenage cock into me, never once asking if I wanted it or if I was ready. I couldn't believe I had kept this entire night from derailing when I'd convinced Jaime to take Simon's cock without worrying. I could have stopped this whole thing back then, and then I wouldn't be getting split in half by this horny teen who just wanted to get off and didn't care if it hurt. Maybe that's why Simon had given me that satisfied look back then, because he knew I was making sure I'd get fucked by yet another stranger, I just didn't know it at the time. And because of my stupid talk to Jaime about not needing condoms, here he was sticking it in me bareback. After a few tries, with Simon holding me down as I screamed into the pillow, Jaime got his young, hard prick all the way inside me, and immediately started pounding me as hard as he could. You'd think someone who'd just taken a cock up his ass would have a little more sympathy and patience, but Jaime fucked like he was just trying to get to the finish line as fast as possible. He pounded me mercilessly for a few minutes, then just as I was starting to loosen up, he moaned, slammed all the way into me, and started shaking all over. "That's right kid, give him your teenage cum," Simon encouraged him. "You didn't even ask if you could bust your nut inside him, so fuckin' hot." Jaime rolled off me once he'd finished shooting all of his load inside me, then Simon got off me, too. "Did you like that?" Simon asked, but I knew he wasn't talking to me. "Haha yeah, a lot," Jaime said, out of breath, "that felt so good." "Good. So are you gonna keep lettin' me tap that ass?" Simon asked. Jaime thought for a second, then he said, "Okay, but do I get to keep fucking him too?" Before I could say anything, Simon answered, "You know it, anytime you want, just keep lettin' me get at that hot ass of yours. I'll text you his number." "Haha, deal," Jaime said, the stupid twerp. I looked up at Simon to protest this arrangement -- the neighbor kid fucking me so Simon could keep fucking him -- but Simon gave me a warning look, so I stayed quiet. Is this how it was going to be? Simon pimping me out to more and more guys because he knows I can't say no to him? I could never predict what he was going to do. Why did he like it so much when other guys fucked me? I didn't understand him at all. Simon sent Jaime back to his family, full of his cum, and once again cuddled up next to me in bed. At least this was one thing he did with me that he didn't do with Jaime. "You were fuckin' perfect, baby doll," he whispered into my ear as he kissed my neck again. "The way you got him to take my raw cock was incredible. And you heard how happy he was after you let him fuck you? I told you I needed you here, baby, I need you. We make a great team, don't we?" Simon was messing with my head big-time. He was getting me to do all these sinful things, and to take huge risks that I never would have taken just a few months ago. Part of me just wanted my simple old life back, back when it was just me and my boyfriend, before I'd even met Simon, but I think I was falling for Simon more and more, because instead of telling him all the things I was upset about, all I said was, "Mm-hm." And all I was thinking about was that he needed me, and that we were a team. And if all I had to do to make him happy was to let a few guys fuck me every once in a while, I guess I could do that….

I had a real piggy Monday this week - woke up in a total cum hungry mood; I didn't care who was going to give am a load, all I knew id I needed some up my gut. Therefore I cleaned myself out and logged onto Grindr, Scruff and bbrt and see who was about. While waiting I played with a few toys to loosen everything up then out of the blue I got a message of a guy driving down the motorway, asking if I could take his load, also mentioning he hadn't cum in three weeks. I gave him the address, bent over the stairs and waited for him to turn up. Five minutes later he was pounding my cunt for it was worth. The guy was fit as fit, and his cock was a good seven and a half inches. After 15 minutes of serious pounding he rammed in balls-deep, giving me my the first load! Before he left he mentioned he regularly traveled the M1 and would love to regularly stop and play. Of course we swapped numbers. I had yet to cum and so horny, so I checked Grindr and saw I had received a message from one of my regular guys. He was local and needed servicing so I got back in the position, presenting my cummy hole to the world. He walked in and added his load to the mess. He's a good top and doesn't mess around. His eight inches took about ten minutes to fill me. By this time my ass was quite creamy. Still needing to cum, I again checked Grindr and found I had received a message from a guy who was working in Leicester. He had a rugby build with a lovely looking cock. Within minutes a third cock was pounding my ass. The third chap took a good twenty minutes to blow, and in the process fucked a load out of me. Twice. All in all a great day barebacking!

The only kind of beer I like is recycled beer. From the tap. Like foxboy said, the more fluids the pisser takes in throughout the day, the clearer the piss becomes. If you don't ever acquire the taste for rank piss, make sure the man you are drinking from has kept himself hydrated throughout the day. And stay away from morning piss. But, fuck! What a rush to drink a man's piss. Straight from his cock into my mouth. Wish more were into that.

Previously… Finn and I took turns using the douche and showering, all the while he kept trying to tease out from me, who else I had been with since earlier. There’s something strangely sweet about douching with another guy. You’re both gay so you should already be past any hang-ups with shit, but this way you both can have a frank chat about it while swapping places on the “hotseat” (the toilet). Maybe it’s one of those interactions that only ever works when high. Eventually we were both running clean, and we were fairly sure the majority of the water had gone out. Finn insisted on testing my hole with his rapidly recovering cock, and as he pulled his semi out and said “yep, all clear” we both heard the doorbell go. Right so… Finn and I grabbed two of Pedro’s towels and wrapped them around our waist. Following Finn, we made our way to the living room to see Harry wiping his mouth, sitting on the couch, and Richard in the same position – in front of the computer. Most of Harry’s clothes had been discarded at this stage and he was just wearing a bright blue jockstrap on his tight hairy body. He nodded at us and said “Pedro’s gone to the door”, and added, “I see you guys took your time!” I laughed and sat down on his right, with Finn heading out to see if Pedro needed any help. I looked to Harry and cocked an eyebrow, “everything ok babe?” I asked him. He laughed and wiped the side of his mouth again, “oh yeah, apart from a jaw ache. You definitely weren’t kidding about Pedro”. I looked at the discarded clothes, and asked “so did you guys get to fucking then?” He smiled his gorgeous smile and said “not yet, though Pedro started to finger me a bit. Thank fuck I douched before coming here.” We laughed at that – we’ve all had moments that we wished we’d douched, though I’ve found that the most forgiving guys are at sex parties (as opposed to one-on-one hook-ups). Typically they’ll quickly tell you to go back to the bathroom and accompany you in and chat to you while they wash their dick. All very breezy. Harry continued, “I was thinking I might start on a smaller cock before I let him at me. – y’know, so I can work up to him. How was Finn?” I answered honestly, “a good bit smaller than Pedro, though still substantial, about 6”, although I think it got bigger toward the end of the blowjob. I know one thing for sure – my throat still hurts” I ran my hand up and down Harry’s thigh while we continued on in this line of banter, whereupon I recommended Finn to stretch out his hole, followed by me (and with this I leaned over and let my left hand go behind him and start exploring between his hairy cheeks) then I suggested that maybe Pedro could rim him to start it all off, cause he was so good at it, when, speak of the Devil, in walked the two lads with two new lads beside them. Of the two new lads, the first had to be Mac, as he was in a towel like Finn and I. He was maybe about his late 30s, 6’6”, and had a lean runner’s build. Under his towel I thought I could see a real monster-cock swinging. He was wearing glasses, and was probably blind without them, judging by how big his eyes were through the lenses. Overall he gave off a school-teacher/civil servant vibe and definitely I wouldn’t have pegged him to be a total drug fiend, as I later found out. The other lad Don was all clad in leather – not ROB of Berlin leather or anything like that – but biker leathers – fingerless gloves, a tight fitting leather jacket and matching pants with a red stripe up the sides. He had a shaved head and a bit of an Eastern European look and was pretty well put together. He was currently chatting with Finn and Pedro while they sat down around the sofa. He and Mac came over and introduced themselves to us. Richard waved at the lads and then went back to the Gaydar chatroom saying he had one or two hopeful leads, and that the dancer wouldn’t be over till he could escape his dancer friends after the pubs closed, maybe after a nightclub. We laughed and left him back to it – some guys are all about trying to arrange the perfect sex party, rather than focus on who’s there. Still though, I knew I would be appreciating all his efforts later. Glasgow wasn’t London, it was harder here to try and arrange an orgy with guys all around the same calibre and try to convince some other lads to join. You had to put a lot of energy into getting the right group together. If you put a call out on the gaydar chatroom, you’d either end up with unsuitable lads contacting you (and I know – “what is unsuitable?” varies from group to group – in one it might be guys who are too vanilla and who’d probably bolt at the first sight of pills and powders – which Don was currently spreading out on the coffee table – in another group, “unsuitable” might be guys who are too into taking the favours and not really into the fucking – in later years I had a few “leeches” as I called ’em, in my orgies, and tended only to call them over when I’d gotten well and truly fucked up and had hidden a private stash). Anyways – I digress – Don was talking to us about how he couldn’t stay long (he had other deliveries) and had explained to Pedro and Finn how much K to snort. The blue angels were being divvied up on the table with Harry apportioning his and mine, while I ran off to the bathroom to get Finn’s bag and my wallet. The MDMA and G that Pedro had bought, was added to the pile for everyone and I was asked to get a bottle of Irn Bru (a Scottish soft drink – an acquired taste to non-natives) on my way back through the kitchen. While getting Finn’s bag I saw it was open, so I curiously poked around (I’m a nosey fucker sometimes – I won’t deny it) and saw some syringe packets. “Fuck” I thought, “better not show Harry these, or he’ll bolt”. When I brought the stuff back in, I watched Finn take his moneyclip out and then pack his bag carefully away after paying Don. While doing this, there was a good bit of eye contact between him and Pedro. Now, I’m no Sherlock Holmes, but I felt I pretty quickly got a read the situation – it looked to me like he and Pedro would be doing some harder drugs later (injecting mephedrone or something) but were good enough to not “frighten the horses” by doing them in front of everyone. Fair enough, I thought. Pedro opened up a new pack of shot glasses that had been on sideboard and Finn started making up shots of Irn Bru with droppers of G in em. Don started lecturing us a bit about the various drugs, namely Harry, Mac and me, I guess the others were old hats at them. Don’s accent was a weird mix of Glaswegian (the rougher accent) and some eastern country with harsh z’s and t’s. I found out later that he was Czech or something but had been over here for years. He continued, “alright lads, here’s the deal with G - the dose can be between 1 and 2 mls and you have to be very careful spacing out the shots. This is cause you can overdose really easily if you’re not careful. It all depends on your weight and loads of other factors. So you’ll all be taking just 1 ml per dose tonight and Finn here will be keeping the G and administering it. He knows how to time it.” Finn cut in then with “yeah and I won’t be giving anyone anything more outside of that time. So don’t even try to ask me for it. It’s a total buzzkill to have some lad overdose and be writhing around in front of everyone. Worse, if you really overdo it you could die.” Finn and Don said all this in a surprisingly calm tone but I could see Harry turn a bit pale. Don was still speaking “but like with all drugs, respect G and she’ll give you a fun ride.” Finn passed out the shot glasses for each of us except Don. Richard tore himself away from the computer and came over and joined us. I noticed we each got two. He motioned that we drink the left shot glass of Irn Bru and G and then the right one (just Irn Bru) immediately after, in order to try and get the taste out. I thought to myself “how bad can it taste?” Finn counted down “one two three” and we all knocked them back. I found my answer immediately – the stuff was easily one of the most disgusting tastes I ever had – so artificial and wrong. I’ve eaten Durian in Malaysia on a dare and this shit was nastier. I felt like I was swallowing bleach, and probably wasn’t too far wrong considering the stuff is marketed as video cleaner or something. I looked over at Harry while I quickly downed the other shot. “Fuck!” he grimaced, “I’ll never ask people “what’s your poison” again! I now know what it is – Fuckin G” As Finn was passing around the Irn-Bru bottle to the lads to get the soapy remains of the G out of their mouths, I noticed Don and Pedro chatting and walking to the hallway. I followed them and overheard Pedro say “…so stop by later if you’re free”. Don looked down at his phone, and said, “I’m pretty busy Pedro, and my boyfriend might want to meet up tomorrow. I think he wants to go hiking or some shit like that”. I walked up to Pedro and Don and “by accident” dropped my towel. “Whoops”, I smirked and turned around to pick it up. As I slowly picked it up (but didn’t put it back on) I said to Don, “dude, thanks for all the advice on the drugs,” and walking right up to face him, “and I know I’d really appreciate it if you could drop by again”. Don was transfixed looking at my smooth pale toned body. I leant in and kissed him on his thin lips. His fingerless-glove covered hands started to rub the top of my ass as he began to kiss back. Breaking our kiss, Don said admiringly, “you’ve a saucy one there Pedro”. Pedro reached over and started playing with my ass, “yeah Finn was telling me this chico’s already taken a load since mine today, and I only left him out of here three hours ago. Isn’t that right chico?” he asked, as he playfully slapped my ass. All I felt was four hands all over my ass and I was in pig heaven. Pedro got behind me and squatted down to start rimming my hole. I started groaning into my kiss with Don, once again made a quivering mess by Pedro’s superb ass-eating skills. After a while of snogging Don, he pulled back and whispered “suck my dick” as quiet as can be and started pushing my head down with one hand while the other started to unbuckle his leather pants. As my head reached his waist I was shocked as Don pulled out a very nice 7” semi hard-on with a tribal tattoo on it. I looked up and said, “fuck dude that must’ve hurt”. He smiled his thin-lipped smile at me and started whapping his cock off my cheeks to get fully hard. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, still a bit distracted by Pedro who was going hell-for-leather rimming my back passage. Don slapped his cock off of my tongue a bit and then spat down into my open mouth. Hot! He grabbed my hair and my tongue slid down his shaft. I was a bit slow to suck on him as it was my first tattooed dick and I wanted a closer look. However Don wasn’t having any of that, and literally opened my mouth with his free hand and forced me down him. He worked his cock in and out of me then fucking my mouth. I’d hear him mutter “Oh fuck”, Don whispered through gritted teeth, “oh yeah, suck it bitch”. Looking up at him he’d sneer at me and spit down on my upturned face. While this was going on Pedro was giving it loads at my ass. He was rubbing his head and whole face up my crack and then in the process of going down again, he would rapidly shake his head and stuck-out tongue from side to side. It was hot though quite distracting. I kept losing my rhythm on Don’s cock cause of Pedro’s attention to my hole. This situation went on for about 5 minutes, with Don increasing the pace, and every now and again slapping my face either with his hand or with his cock. “Fuck” I thought, “this dude plays rough” – I would later learn that Don was a card-carrying member of the very small gay BDSM scene in Glasgow. Then as he got close, he signalled to Pedro, who grabbed swapped places with Don, and fed me his long dark Spanish cock. I felt Don roughly shove one finger up me, then two, and then with no warning he shoved his spit-lubed cock all into me at once. I bucked at the rude entrance and almost bit Pedro’s cock off. “Whehdefuh” I managed to say over Pedro’s cock, which was working my sore throat. Don just smacked, no, punched, both my ass cheeks really hard (to distract from the pain of my hole I guess – it worked for five seconds) and started ramming his cock in and out. “Oh fuck yeah”, Don grunted, and quickening his pace I realised his cock was growing even more in that characteristic way just before cumming – I had obviously done a good job blowing him – or maybe he hadn’t cum in a while – I later heard his very vanilla boyfriend was completely unaware of his double lives in BDSM and in dealing and thought Don was a carpenter or some shit. With a couple more painful thrusts, I felt his cock squirt his juices inside me – once, twice, three times. Don then pulled out very unceremoniously and brought my cock around to my mouth. Don tried shoving his cock in to fit it beside Pedro’s darker one, (it thankfully didn’t work, and I thankfully don’t have stretch marks – there was no way I could fully fit those two big boys in at the same time. Pedro’s cock simply got pushed out). Don said, “clean it bitch” and remembering Harry’s remark earlier, I also felt so happy I took the time to douche. It’s just I’m not really into licking my own crap off anyone’s cock. This was hot though – just my ass juices and Don’s cum. As I spit-polished his knob, I looked up to see Don give Pedro a little twisted white paper baggy (the ones made of cigarette-rolly wrappers) and say “this is for your bitch – for a job well done”. Then pulling his cock out and stuffing it back into his leathers, he pulled me by my hair up to standing, and kissed me. “Good job bitch”, he whispered and then spat in my mouth. With that he turned and left. I stood there a bit dazed, ass dripping, face covered in spit, looking over at Pedro who was grinning. Pedro chuckled and said, “well chico, I guess you left a good impression with Don!” I heard a slow clap from the hall and looked over to the doorway where Mick and Finn were looking at us, both jacking their cocks under their towels. Mick piped up, “looks like we’ve an early contender for the biggest slut of the party”. I laughed and wiped my face and said “lads, you’ve no idea just how slutty I can get!” Finn laughed and said, “well, the slut gauntlet has now been thrown!” I started to walk toward them and suddenly wobbled. Pedro caught my arm and looked me over with a smile, and then asked, “was that Don or is it the G?” It was the G. And oh fuck, it was hitting me. Suddenly I felt hornier than ever, and a rush of heat spread across my body. I staggered again and looked at Pedro and laughed. He answered his own question. “It’s the G so”, he concluded, “well, let’s get you back into the living room” and leaning heavily on him I walked back in. As I was walking back in I said to the lads, “well my thinking with Don was, I can’t let a guy I haven’t fucked before, leave a sex party unfucked. I mean”, and I paused for a quick breath, before exclaiming to all and sundry, “I am that fuckin’ kid in the sweetshop. I want to try all the flavours. All the dick! Nothing turns me on more than a bit of strange*”. And then I looked at Pedro and Finn, both who I’d already fucked before, and added quickly “and groupsex – that’s the other thing, oh, and sex on drugs too, oh and dealers. I love to fuck me a dealer. Oh and I still haven’t told you about the load I got today…” *Strange is a term we use here to describe “dick or pussy you haven’t had before” – like the joke goes “If a guy could take four things to a desert island what would they be? Food, Shelter, Pussy and Strange Pussy” As I was babbling on, we got back into the living room to see Harry still in his blue jock strap smoking a newly rolled joint. Harry was the best joint roller I knew and could knock up a killer spliff in 30 seconds flat and they were always consistently good – they never fell apart and they always burned evenly. He was looking over Richard’s shoulder at the computer screen. Richard had one hand on the mouse and with his other hand he was fingering Harry. Harry looked up at us and said “what kept ya lads?” grinning his wicked fuckin grin at us. I sauntered over and nabbed the joint from him (I’m never one to miss an opportunity) and asked “are ya feeling the G yet Harry?” Harry looked thoughtful and replied, “I think so, I mean, I feel all drunk and slutty, but that could be just me”. We both laughed a riot at that and dropping my towel, I took his head in my hands and kissed him full on the mouth – a big old snog. Breaking off, I said, “I feel fucking brilliant, and I’ve still to tell ye all about the ride I got since I left Pedro’s” Cajoling Richard off the computer wasn’t too hard and I lead him and Harry back to the couch where the others were. It was one of those big L-shaped sets, so there was enough room for all of us. I walked around the coffee table to face the line-up of the party. On my left was Finn sitting on the separable footrest, passing out blue pills from the goody tray, some diamond shaped and some with angels on them (no prizes for guessing what they were!). Directly in front of me was Mac with an open towel jacking his massive (and still a bit soft) cock. I guessed the G was working on him too. Harry was at my “1 O’ Clock” sitting in the corner join and reaching over to give Mac a helping hand. Then on my right, Pedro and Richard were sitting on the main part of the couch. Pedro was pouring Irn Bru for people to knock their pills back with. Richard was still in shirt and pants looking back anxiously at the computer. After I took my pills (2 E and a Viagra) I said to the group, “so lads, I’m gathering you all around to hear the tale of “Stuart’s many loads” which I believe will help pass the time while we wait for the V and E to kick in” This got a chuckle out of them. I continued “as I believe ye all know, I only met this fine man here”, indicating at Pedro before I went on, “…today through an old fuck buddy Andrew. He was meant to be riding him today, but his bad luck at having to cover a double shift at the restaurant meant my wonderful luck at meeting him. Today. At 4pm. When he gave me the royal-est of royal fuckings” The boys were all listening now. Harry and Mack had slowed down their jacking and Richard wasn’t looking back to the computer anymore – Oh wait no, he had his phone out! I rolled my eyes at Richard, who had the decency to put it away. I detailed how I met Pedro, and how Pedro had been waiting for me. Finn and Mac both laughed out loud as I described the whole door-ajar thing – he’d obviously done it before. When I was describing that Pedro didn’t want me to rim him – a small detail I thought, Pedro chimed in and said “Well chico, the thing is…” and he paused and leaned backward with his dressing gown falling open to expose his glorious golden body. His rose tattooed pec was glistening and taut as he used his hands behind himself to push his crotch out over the edge of his couch. As he lifted his legs in the air, Pedro kept unwavering eye-contact with me. He licked his fingers and brought them down to his own dark brown hole, that was now shunted into view. As everyone’s attention was transfixed on Pedro’s digits circling his own hole, he continued, “…I learned all my rimming skills from the motherfucking king of rimming, and I only get rimmed by people who’ve learned from him”. Harry snorted into some Irn Bru he was drinking and said “there’s a Mister Miyagi of rimming??” and tried to do a Mister Miyagi “Rim on… Rim off” quote, but kept breaking into laughter. Pedro scooted back into his seat, having proven his point and after Harry stopped giggling about Mister Miyagi, I continued. I next described the coke-fucking and how Pedro had promised me I’d be sober by 7pm – many chuckles were had there too (the lying bastard!). After this I described my race through the east-end to my new house, my brief meet-up with my friend Bill (Richard asked me if he was bi and up for fun. I let him down gently) and my tea with the landlords downstairs, and how hot they were. I had the lads (even Richard) on the edge of their seats now (though not like Pedro five minutes before). I told them how when I got to the bedroom, Blair and Davie cornered me about being high as a kite holding one of Pedro’s spliffs. I took a breath. There was no chatter now. They were hanging on my every word. Pedro broke the silence and said “Aw chico, had I known I was gonna get you in trouble…” I cut him off, “no no Pedro, I was just thinking, I need two volunteers for the next bit to show you exactly what happened.” I should interject at this point to tell you I can become a bit of a bossy bastard while high – getting guys to roleplay really in-depth scenes, and so on. So unsurprisingly I grabbed Mac and made him kneel on the main couch beside Richard, and asked Richard to copy Mac’s pose. I basically got the two lads to recreate how Blair and Davie had been in front of me. Of course at this point they (Blair and Davie) had been asking me to recreate what I had done with Pedro, so it was all getting a bit too “meta” as we’d say, like Andy Warhol’s bean cans, but fuck it, I powered on). I recounted how I had been wearing clothes, but thought “go balls deep or go home” and had stripped naked and knelt in front of my new landlords. As I said this I also acted it out by kneeling in front of Richard and Mac. The two were grinning from ear-to-ear as I unzipped Richards pants to pull out his dripping-precum and rock-hard 7” cock. I took Richard’s cock in my mouth and stroked Mac’s thick juicy semi. Richard’s cock smelled and tasted of lavender soap (which was the showergel in the main bathroom) and fit snugly in my mouth. There was a lovely velvety head of foreskin on it too to play around with and the pre-cum was clear and not-to-sweet – Fuck I feel like I was a food critic the way I just described Richard’s cock! It was lovely, let’s leave it at that! I was enjoying Richard’s cock so much I had to look up at all the guys motioning for me to say what happened next before I reluctantly pulled back off him to continue the tale. At this point I guided Richard slowly down off the couch as I narrated to the guys that this was when Davie came around to help me blow Blair. I took the spliff from Pedro as I told them the two lads had passed me down a spliff at this stage (and if keeping artistic integrity meant I hopped the line of lads waiting for a toke, then so be it!) Getting Richard to help me suck Mac was a great idea cause there was an awful lot more of Mac than there was of Blair, and I wasn’t looking forward to breaking my jaw on it alone. We lapped at his heavy monster – he was close to Pedro’s length, but he also had a lot more girth. A huge amount more! With that monster, I could understand him not being fully erect – I jokingly thought he could die of blood loss if it ever happened (he didn’t as it turned out later). Richard and I were passionately kissing over, around and sometimes without Mac’s cock. I was really getting into telling the guys what to do and so had whispered to each of them their next roles as I unbuttoned Richard’s shirt. Richard had shucked off the rest of his clothes and was squatting on the balls of his feet beside me, erect dick sticking out a perfect 90 degree angle.. I turned to go down on his leaking cock again when I felt Mac’s hand on my head. He recited Blair’s accusations like I told him to, and force-fucked my head down on Richard’s cock. As he talked about fucking me and “Davie” needing to prepare me, Richard’s turned me around and bent to start to rim me. At this point I looked up at the couch see the lads were moving to sit side by side with a clear view of my ass. Harry took Finn’s and Pedro’s cocks in his hand and started pumping them. And then I felt it. I knew who the Mr. Miyagi of rimming was. Richard – you glorious bastard you! Words fail me here guys. I'll always, years later, wish I had kept Richard's number. We stayed in contact for a year or so after this and met up a few times, but then cause of relationships and jobs we drifted apart. I really wish I could have gotten my later boyfriends to have a threesome with Richard just to know his fucking secret. The man should teach classes. I groaned something incomprehensible and Pedro looked me in the eyes and we had that instant flash of communication. He knew I knew. I knew he knew I knew. He knew... you get it. I burbled and said "fuck it the rest of the story was..." I trailed off as Richard, unassuming Richard, restarted a fresh assault on my asshole. I tried again "...I mean, the rest can wait..." I descended into a babbling mess again. Richard was forcefully shoving my asscheeks open and was doing something - I fucking don't know what - but something to my sphincter with the side of his tongue. The thing about his rimmming style was it wasn't about quantity or force, he was all about subtlety and knowing the perfect pleasure buttons to press and showing me new ways to take in sensations from my ass. I arched my back and looked up at Harry. He was sucking on Finn's cock while Pedro was pushing his fingers in to circle his hole. He gave me a quizzical look as he raised a leg to give Pedro better access - he later said he was at first a bit baffled at my change in tone, but then I seemingly (I don't remember this part) just said "Mister Miyagi", "Mist-er, fuck-ing, Mi-ya-gi!" and then made an oooooh sound and descended back into gibberish. Richard - if you ever read this - come find me dude. After an indefinite period of pure rimming pleasure, I noticed that as I thrashed around in response to Richard I loved every muscle movement I was making. I started to feel even more energetic, I closed my eyes and squinted, and each time I squinted it seemed like I was releasing little squirts of pleasure into my brain. The pleasure was building and building like going up a rollercoaster. The Blue Angels had me and I was coming up.

There was a party yesterday... somewhere in the building. Really annoying, I was a bit tired, actually... so nothing special to do, at about 1 in the morning I got on GrindR. And there was this young top... just "a few steps away".... nice looking, but I never approach first. And got a bit surprised, after a minute or so, I had a msg from this guy, asking me if I was up for some fun.... I said, sure, why not? I gave him directions, and said I'll leave the door open, just find your way into the bedroom. My kit was ready, and I lubed up my ass and poppered myself After a few minutes I heard the door opening and someone coming in very quietly, and then I heard the typical sound of clothes on the floor. Hang on... another set of clothes...? I got a bit apprehensive, but by now, I was just ready for it.... my ass in the air in the bed..... I felt a couple of hands grabbing my ass and a nice hard dick pushing inside me. This guy fucked me good for some minutes, and then I heard a muffled conversation, the cock came out, and then another cock, a bit bigger this time, pushing into me. Oh.... nice! Two guys This guy fucked me with long strokes, and finally I could hear him grunting and filling me up with his juices. AAAAAhhh yes... at least a load! I took a nice deep hit of poppers... The first guy then came back, and pushed his cock all the way in. He fucked me now, hard and fast.... and also came, within a couple of minutes. He leaned over and said "Three loads for you, is that enough"? and then they left. I just lowered myself on the bed and drifted off...

Part III “Aw fuck! I’m filling your guts with my cum... right! NOW!” the trucker growled loudly enough for everyone at the rest stop to hear. He was a big-bellied man who wore his cap backwards and had a long, scraggly beard. He stank of piss, beer, and cigarettes, and he fucked me with a thick, long, toxic-looking rod and had dumped my ass with a flash flood of cream. “Alright, I’m next,” said one of the two cute jocky college-aged guys. “Wait man, me too,” the other one said. They were both high as hell I could tell. One of them was tall and had long skater boy hair. He grabbed me by my hair and smacked my face with his rock hard, leaking dick. Then he forcefully clutched both sides of my head and thrust his dick into the back of my throat, making me gag and splutter. The other one was shorter but heavily muscular. He roughly grabbed my ankles and ripped my legs apart like he was opening a Christmas gift. He jammed his cock into me with ease; it had already been opened up by a couple guys and heavily lubed up with cum. The night was silent but for the sounds of the highway, my muffled moaning and gagging, and the smacking sounds of the guy’s balls slapping against my ass every time he pounded me. I was being rented out as a quick pump n’ dump behind a highway rest stop for anyone with five bucks in their pocket. I was on my back, legs in the air, and was being pounded against the wall. Giovanni stood with his back to the wall smoking a joint and collecting money. It was over eighty degrees outside and past 1 AM. “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming inside you bitch!” grunted the guy who was fucking me. With that, he unloaded another load of cum in my ass, and at this point I was overflowing. Cum was leaking in a steady stream out of my ass and down my crack. The other guy pulled outside of my mouth and came onto my hole, then pushed it in with his finger. “Last guy plug him back up,” Giovanni said as he finished. My head was spinning from copious amounts of crack, meth, and weed Giovanni had supplied me in the car on our way here. He made sure I never stopped smoking on the 20 minute drive here. I was pretty much blacked out but would phase in every once in a while in the middle of being fucked and it felt so fucking good. The last guy crammed my giant butt plug back in my ass to keep the cum from trickling out, but my ass was so full some of it still leaked. “Get dressed,” Giovanni said, grabbing me by the hair and lifting me up to my legs. I hurriedly pulled up my board shorts (that’s all he allowed me to wear) and when I stood up I could feel thick, warm streams of cum run down my leg. The men who fucked me were getting into their cars and driving away. Giovanni was wearing a mesh top and a speedo, which meant we were going to the baths today. I crawled into the passenger’s seat of his car and felt the cum from my ass soak through the back of my ass onto the leather seats. Giovanni handed me a loaded syringe and two blunts. “It’s a long way to the baths, cumwhore.” I lit up a blunt and we passed it between us; I greedily left the syringe for right before the baths. I wanted to be freshly high out of my mind and flying before I let any guy with any cock fuck me in the sex clubs. I had spent the entire day tanning by Giovanni’s pole in my g-string smoking T, so I didn’t look gaunt, but I did have bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. Giovanni found a parking spot a block away from the bathhouse and I gave myself the slam in the car. There were no cops on this street; it was deserted except for the twisted fuckers at the bathhouse. We walked to the entrance. It was a basement venue, with a red neon sign flashing above it. Guys in harnesses and leather chaps were smoking cigarettes outside. “Yo, Gio! Fresh meat? Let’s go inside, boys. We’ve got fresh cumdump tonight,” one of them said hungrily to the others, grabbing his crotch as they all followed us in. My slimy ass perked at the thought of all those lustful, probably poz men pumping me with their cocks.

Thank you both for the intelligent read. You're both right. Of course, this section is called Chem Sex Fiction. Nowhere do I indicate that it's true (or not). In addition, there are quite a few stories in this section that are, in my opinion, offensive, involving cruel, inhumane and non-consensual behavior, often with minors. Again, in my opinion. That said, I've had plenty of people write that they were very much aroused by this story and/or they could relate and identify with the experience. This just confirms that sexuality and fantasies are in the eye of the beholder or, in my case, in my ass. Enjoy and/or Ponder, Everyone. LA Mischief