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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

Clay sipped his half pint of lager as he stood on the mezzanine level overlooking the ground floor of the newly refurbished bar. He still didn't like what they had done to the place as it was now all modern and sleek and totally out of character to how it use to be when it was just a sleazy pub on the corner of a street in Earls Court. At 22 Clay was not the type of young lad who could stop traffic, he was okay looking and definitely not a kick out of bed person. He stood at average height of 5 feet 7 inches with a medium build that muscular but not defined, he certainly looked as though he could rugby tackle you to the ground. In fact Clay was just your stereotypical young gay lad who was pretty normal, from the looker on aspect you would never know he was gay. He looked around again at his surroundings with sadness at what they had done to the place. His housemate and he would come to the pub a couple of times a week to enjoy a drink and people watch as it was one of London's notorious locations. Clay never picked up guys from here as they were mostly older clientele, well when your only 22 years old anything over 30 seemed older to those who had not experienced what came with age. He smiled to himself watching guys who were so obviously giving the eye to other guys as they would casually walk by, hopping they could pick a trick up for the night. Clay jumped as Kit tapped him on the shoulder "Your going to fall if you lean any further out". "Kit don't make me jump like that. Just watching the men trying to pick up guys" he replied. Kit leaned over and laughed "Yeah funny you can see everything now, here got you another drink". Clay took the glass and downed his nearly empty glass in his other hand "Thanks". Clay and Kit had become friends over the last couple of months after they met purely by accident on an internet chat room, it turned out that Kit only lived just under a mile away from Clay. It was only the third time they had actually met and it was purely on a social basis that they would hop on a bus over to Earls Court for drink then home again. Kit sported a zero crop and at 32 he was ten years older than Clay, he stood 5 feet 8 inches with a trim build and pretty attractive to the type of men he liked to play with. Kit was diagnosed with hiv several months ago and from the outset had been pretty open with Clay about it and how he thought it happened, he would often regal how the one night with the man who fucked him like a rag doll over and over for several hours, depositing countless loads in his ravaged arse. Kit would often laugh about how hot the sex was with this man, who would often brag that during his escorting he had fucked over 1000 men bareback and never failed to deliver at least 3 loads to each of them. But Kit was mindful never to reveal to much about him, Clay didn't ask nor was he interested as he liked his casual pub buddy friendship with Kit. For Clay sex was safe and controlled with no wild abandonment, he had only been sexually active for 3 years, he thought sex with men was just about bending over and getting fucked, a kiss on the cheek and then they would depart. There had been a few evenings where Clay had imagined himself laying in bed getting fucked senseless like Kit often described as he masturbated at the same time. Clay's attention was drawn to the older man walking up the spiral staircase to mezzanine level where they stood, inwardly he chuckled to himself at the 70's moustache that adorned his upper lip, the leather jacket, white t-shirt and chaps over his denim jeans. Clays eyes were focused on him as there was something about him, was it an air of dignity and self confidence that he exuded. He looked a little out of place and was making a bee line in their direction, Clay could make out that he was skinny, probably too skinny but he fitted his clothes well. He was not unattractive and at six foot he towered over them both and Clay guessed he must have been at least 50 years old, but then again he was not the best at determining peoples age. Kit noticed that Clay was looking to his left and stood up straight at the sight of the strange man approaching. "Hello Jurgen, don't often see you in this neck of the woods" Kit said and smiled almost licking his lips. Jurgen nodded "Hello Kitty, I come to see what they had done to this place" he replied in a heavy German accent. "Am I interrupting you Kitty?" Jurgen asked looking at Clay. Kit looked at Clay "No Jurgen this is Clay, he lives near me in Battersea". Jurgen held out his hand "Hello Clay nice to meet you". Clay took his hand which was stronger than his build lead you to believe "Hi Jurgen nice to meet you to". "Can I get you both a drink?" Jurgen asked. Kit nodded asking for a pint of lager whilst Clay replied he was okay for the moment. Jurgen turned and went down the stairs, Clay watched him carefully unsure what to make of him when he realised Jurgen caught his gaze and smiled back at him causing Clay to feel uneasy but noticed. Clay watched as Jurgen made his way to the bar, the bartender put the pint of lager on the counter and Clay turned to talk to Kit. Jurgen slipped a tiny tablet in to the drink, he stood at the bar waiting for a few minutes to let it dissolve before making his way back to where they stood. The bar was getting busy considering it was still only 7pm, Kit had become like a little child with a spring in his step, something Clay thought was to do with Jurgen. He wondered if Jurgen was the man who Kit often referred to, he mused for a few moments until Jurgen arrived and handed the drink to Kit. Jurgen smiled at Clay as Kit was drinking his third pint, Clay had never seen him drink like this before, he was only halfway through the pint when he started to slur his words. Clay chatted away with Jurgen and was much more at ease, he kept one eye on Kit who was now besotted and holding Jurgen's arm. Clay found Jurgen to be highly intellectual and engaging to a point of being mesmerising. Kit went to in to kiss Jurgen but he slipped to the side and hugged him instead. "Are you alright Kit?" Clay asked as Kit started to fumble around. Kit had a slightly glazed look "I think I have drunk to much". Clay shook his head "Come on lets get you home". Jurgen held kit up "I have a car around the corner I will drive you both home" he said looking at Clay. "Oh, are you sure Jurgen?" Clay replied grabbing Kit's other arm. "Yes of course" Jurgen replied smiling at Clay "It's on my way to Brixton and I can drop you off as well". They laid Kit on the back seat who was mumbling and not making and sense, Clay climbed in the passenger seat next to Jurgen and they headed over the Thames to Battersea. Clay kept checking on Kit as he was now slightly concerned by his dramatic fall from grace whilst he and Jurgen made small talk. Clay unlocked the front door and then helped Jurgen carry Kit to his bedroom and lay him on the bed. Clay placed Kit's keys on the bedside table with his phone and followed Jurgen back to the car and resumed his seat next to him. "Do you think he will be alright?" Clay looked at Jurgen who was entering the postcode in the Sat Nav for Clay's house. Jurgen smiled whilst watching the road "I'm sure he is drunk, he will be fine in a few hours". "I guess so. So how do you know Kit?" Clay asked out of interest. Jurgen smiled "Off the internet, we met one night and I changed his life forever and how he looks at sex". Clay giggled "Are you that good then?", Jurgen glanced and smirked. "Kitty had a full night of me fucking him relentless, but if I am any good only you could tell" he responded. Clay frowned a little "I think not" pondering what Jurgen said "How did you change his look on sex?". Jurgen smiled "I set him free of his inhibitions by giving him my gift". The naive Clay shook his head "Your gift, what is that?". Jurgen chuckled and patted Clay's knee "My gift is only given to those who seek or throw caution to the wind". Clay looked out of the window "I don't get it, your not making any sense to me". Jurgen glanced at him "I have given my gift and converted many a man, but none as young as you". "Many men?" Clay replied. Jurgen smirked "Many men pay hundreds of pounds to enjoy sex with me". Clay's mouth fell open "Are you an escort then?" "Yes, I am quite a well known international escort and master of a stable" he said casually. Clay looked at him "Sorry, master of a stable?". Jurgen laughed "I have slaves for sex some pay and those devoted don't pay". Clay shook his head "I am not really up on all the stranger things in sex". Jurgen glanced over at Clay "You have a boyfriend?". "No, not yet, I do want to find one but most of them fuck and then leave" he replied lowering his head. The car pulled up outside the house "Thank you for the lift home Jurgen" Clay said as he opened the car door. "Are you not going to invite me in for coffee, it is still only 8pm?" Jurgen asked looking at Clay. "Oh err" he paused unsure if this was wise but in a slip of the moment "Okay" he said "But just coffee". Jurgen sat at the kitchen table whilst Clay put on some coffee to brew, they talked about Jurgen's travels and the places he had seen. Clay stood by the coffee machine and looked at Jurgen. "Why do you call Kit Kitty?" Clay asked not knowing what to expect for an answer. Jurgen laughed "He is my pussy when I need to release some tension and breed him". Clay looked on curiously "Breed him, doesn't that mean without a condom?". "Yes, condoms are no good when you want to have real sex, you need to feel everything" Jurgen replied as he stood up. Clay laughed but didn't then without thinking he spoke "So did you give Kit HIV?". Jurgen smirked at Clay "Oh yes the night I fucked him relentlessly for hours". Clay watched as Jurgen took off his leather jacket and saw the veiny arms, he was skinny but he was also packing a defined toned body and sporting tattoos on his upper arm that he couldn't quite make out. Clay felt embarrassed as he realised his cock was hardening and this didn't go unnoticed by Jurgen. "You are very naive about a lot of things aren't you?" Jurgen asked catching Clay off guard. Clay looked as Jurgen stroked his moustache "Well I suppose I am, but I am in no hurry to explore". Jurgen smiled "So have you ever made love with another man?". Clay looked curiously at him "I have kissed and fucked with a few men". Jurgen shook his head "No, have you ever made love, proper love with several hours of intimacy together?". "Well no, I thought it was just fuck, kiss and goodbye" Clay replied retrieving the cups from the cupboard. Jurgen shook his head again "When you make love you will know, you get lost in each other". "Lost in each other?" Clay replied and noticed that Jurgen was walking towards him. "You become very intimate and erotic whilst enjoying such an amazing experience" he replied touching Clay's arm. Clay caught his breath "Do you have milk and sugar in your coffee?". Jurgen put his arm around Clay "No milk and no sugar, I like it hot and strong". Clay stopped what he was doing in case he spilt the coffee, the arm around his chest stroked him lightly through the flimsy shirt whilst his cock stiffened in to full erection from the sensation he was feeling. Jurgen was slowly but carefully teasing and seducing Clay without him realising. Everyone Jurgen had sex with was around his age or slightly younger and he knew he wanted to taste this virile young lad and let him host his strain of the virus. Clay laughed "I would have to find someone and see for myself" bringing the subject back on course. Jurgen kissed his neck "If you was older I would help and teach you how to become a great lover". Clay smiled as a desire to have Jurgen make love to him took over "So am I to young to teach?". Jurgen turned Clay around to face him "No, but then I am probably to old for you, what are you 20?". Clay laughed "No I am 22, so how do I know you are as good as you say you are?". Jurgen laughed "Get older and maybe I will make love to you all night". "I don't have that many condoms" Clay chuckled. Jurgen smiled "You don't need condoms when making love Clay, love making should be done naturally". Clay was nibbling at the bait "I see how that makes sense" he replied completely ignoring the risk associated. Clay turned and poured the coffee handing the cup to Jurgen who took it and sat back down at the table. Conversation returned to general chit chat but Clay didn't think for one minute that he was hooked dangling like a fish. He carried the empty cups over to the kitchen sink, Jurgen stood and Clay heard him say that maybe they would meet again and have a drink sometime, as much as he was now craving the idea and experience of being made love to the risk was just to great but something inside was overriding the risk. Clay wasn't sure if he should shake hands or give him a hug so he held out his hand which Jurgen looked at for a moment. He approached Clay and pulled him in to a hug. Clay could not contain his cock as it went rigid at this man's touch, he could feel the bristle of the moustache against his neck as Jurgen kissed him tenderly and worked his way around Clay's chin. Jurgen held Clay in his arms, his face only inches away from Jurgen's, he could tell he was talking but he didn't hear a word. Clay was totally captivated by him and was secretly urging Jurgen to kiss him with abandonment. Clay inched his face closer, Jurgen looked Clay deep in the eyes and moved his mouth towards Clay's. It was a quick kiss on the lips that flashed through Clay's body like electricity, every nerve ending was heightened and the tingling ran had to toe, before he had time to think his mouth was open and Jurgen closed in quickly. He snapped his eyes open wide as his mouth was invaded by Jurgen's tongue, he tried to push and protest instinctively but before long his hand rested on Jurgen's shoulders as they kissed quietly. They kissed passionately for 5 minutes before Jurgen released his lips from Clay's, he said nothing but looked Clay in the eye keeping him close in a tight lovers embrace. "Can you, ahhm, will you, oh, do you" Clay couldn't get his words out. Jurgen smiled "Do you want to make love with me Clay?" he asked before kissing him on the mouth again. Clay could not protect himself any more and looked pleadingly at him "Yes I do Jurgen". Jurgen kissed him again "Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?". Clay nodded and lead the way to the bedroom in silence holding hands as Jurgen closed the door. Clay felt Jurgens arms wrap around him from behind and he started kissing Clay's neck whilst he crotch rubbed up against his arse, Jurgen caressed Clay's body and began removing his clothes. Before long they both stood naked and Clay could see the words 'Obey and Serve' tattooed on his inside thigh, above his left buttock he sported a tattoo of a bull with horns. Clay felt the pressure on his shoulders as he was pushed down to his knees until he was face to face with Jurgen's eight inch thick cock that was drooling precum. He moved his head closer and placed his lips around the cock head and gently sucked getting a mouth full of toxic precum as he did so, he cupped the heavy set of balls hanging between Jurgen's legs. From a distance he heard the words 'they are fully loaded', Jurgen had not ejaculated for a week and had a nice quantity of virus laden seed to sow and Clay was going to get it all. Clay's head was a mix of emotions and doubt, he stopped sucking and stood up instantly in the arms of Jurgen. Any doubt he had was gone the minute Jurgen clamped his mouth on Clay's and they began kissing with more passion. In the bedroom only the bedside table spot light was on casting a variety of shadows on the wall, Jurgen and Clay were locked together kissing, Clay felt his body being pushed back towards the bed. He knelt on the bed and began to shuffle back as Jurgen kept moving forward. Their kiss never broke as he felt himself being lowered on to the bed, his head on the pillow and his mouth attached to Jurgen's. Clay felt Jurgen's left leg push his own one apart as he laid on top in between Clay's legs. A natural instinct caused him to lift his legs over Jurgen's and his arms wrapped around the shoulders of the man laying on top kissing him, he was drunk on lust and lost in a world of passion that he had never before experienced. He no longer saw an older man, just a passionate love maker as Jurgen kissed Clay deeper and deeper. Sometime had passed and now he could feel Jurgen's legs pushing at his own causing them to lift up. Slowly Jurgen pulled his knees up and locked them either side of Clay's arse, Jurgen groaned in pleasure, he now had Clay in the perfect position to be bred. Raising his hips he allowed his cock to trace down the crack of Clay's arse depositing a slimy trail of precum in its's wake, Clay moaned and arched his back at the sensation. Jurgen positioned the head of his cock tight against Clay's hole, he proceeded to slowly wriggle his hips coating the hole with precum, every wriggle he pushed a little harder until the head of his cock popped through in to Clay's arse. Clay gripped Jurgen's shoulder and cried at the sudden rush of pain coursing though his arse and back, Jurgen began to kiss Clay's neck holding his position perfectly still for a moment before he gently applied more pressure, again Clay's back arched and he yelped a little louder in pain as another two inches of his lover's cock penetrated in to his body. His hole was being stretched apart, this was by far the biggest cock he had ever tried to take. Jurgen continued wriggling his hips with slow and small undulations until Clay relaxed. Jurgen kissed him deeply and glided his cock home, several times he saw Clay's eyes close and wince with pain but he was not about to let this one get away. Clay felt the coarseness of pubes tickling his arse until they were rubbing up against his now extended hole. Jurgen broke the kiss and looked him the eye stroking the side of his head as he began small gentle but rhythmic undulations of his hips pushing his cock deep in to Clay's arse, he was moaning loudly and gasping every time Jurgen bottomed out in him. Clay had never felt anything so wonderful yet painful on some level, he was relaxing the more Jurgen kissed as caressed him. Jurgen pushed his hips down hard and Clay cried in pain from the deep penetration of Jurgen's cock, a tear welled up in the corner of one eye, Clay clasped his hands around the neck of Jurgen looking him in the eye 'oh my god that's amazing'. Jurgen loomed closer and tenderly kissed him on the mouth, steadily his hips kept up a deep rhythm that drove the pleasure he felt beyond this world, his hands caressing Jurgen's back and his toes curled at the intensity and passion of a real man making love to him. Jurgen was in no rush to breed this young lad, he controlled the desire to shoot several times, his cock was constantly balls deep. An hour passed like five minutes to Clay and Jurgen seemed to want to go on for ages, his arse was beginning to ache from the continuous fucking. He felt Jurgen tighten his arm around the back of his neck as the rhythm increased in pace and intensity, Jurgen making deep low groans, his balls were beginning to tighten and he knew it was time to take this boy on a new journey. Jurgen raised his head and looked Clay in the eye smiling, Clay was struggling to cope with the hardness and speed of the fucking, he looked worryingly up at Jurgen who leaned in and gave him a comforting kiss. Panic came over Clay as he tried to push Jurgen off but he was rewarded with more passionate kisses with Jurgen telling him how good a lover he was making. Clay looked up in to Jurgen's eyes he was a good lover he thought to himself and strangely he became quiet and allowed Jurgen to continue, he pulled Jurgens head next to his and clasped on to him for dear life, he could do nothing but squeeze the word 'yes' out of him. His eyes opened wide as he felt Jurgen ram his hips down locking his cock deeper inside he grunted loudly and his body shuddered. Jurgen felt the abrupt rush of his pent up toxic seed, racing through his cock like twin rivers, turning with an acidic twist and a burning desire to breed but not slowing down. He grabbed hold of Clay's back, instinctually afraid he might leave him at the most crucial point. He could sense his pleasure passing through him almost unnoticed by Clay as he fixed his entire concentration on getting the job done. Clay moaned and his back arched supported by Jurgen's hand, he felt the blurry warmth of the climax and his legs wrapped around Jurgen holding him close against his own body. His eyes caught the dark shadows casted on the wall, their bodies entwinned and the unmistakable rapid up and down movement of Jurgen's arse as he pumped his potent seed in to Clay. He gasped at the shadow realising what he had done, his head awash with regret at what he had just done, he saw the shadow of Jurgen's arse grinding against his own. Clay had no time to gather his thoughts as Jurgen's mouth was locked on to his in an instance as they kissed with a new passion for each other. Jurgen's cock stayed hard and deep inside Clay, his hips gently ground against the freshly bred boy hole nursing the seed deeper in to Clay. For several hours the scenario was repeated until Jurgen rolled on his side after shooting his fifth load, Clay's legs were wrapped around Jurgen's waist and his cock was still buried deep up to his balls inside Clay, they kissed until they both fell asleep. Clay stirred as the sunlight hit his face, Jurgen tightened his arms around Clay and kissed him as he rolled him on to his back, the first thrust caused Clay to cry through the silence in the room, he pushed hard against Jurgen 'stop it fucking hurts' Jurgen pushed Clay's arms over his head and held them there. He prised Clay's mouth open slipping his tongue in and kissing him deeply, he stopped and looked Clay in the eye 'I own you and your arse' with that he rammed in several hard thrusts causing Clay to whimper and cry out. Jurgen's gaze was focused on Clay's eyes, his face only inches away, Clay looked back deep in to the eyes as if he could see Jurgen's soul, before he realised it he had lifted his head to kiss Jurgen grimacing through the painful love making until he felt the familiar warmth of Jurgen's climax firing in to this arse. For the first time in eight hours Jurgen finally pulled his cock out, Clay rolled on his side as the pain was unbearable. Jurgen sat on the side of the bed and began to get dressed, the pain in Clay's arse burning like the fires of hell. "I will let myself out" he said looking at Clay "By the way what we did last night was amazing". Clay didn't really know what to say "What do I do now?" Jurgen looked at him and smiled "Look forward to the next time, you are now my number one". "What do you mean?" Clay asked him. Jurgen smiled "I told you, I own your arse, your at my beck and call now". Clay laid there on the bed looking up at the ceiling, Jurgen leaned over and kissed him before telling him that he will come over next Friday to make love to him again. Clay just nodded and watched as he left, he fell asleep on his back and all he could see in his dreams was the shadow against the wall and the image of the arse pumping up and down that was breeding him. When he did wake later that afternoon the white sheet under his arse was stained red from the thick wads of cum that had seeped out and pooled there, Clay laid back on the bed and stroked his cock gently, he could only see Jurgen's face and the feeling of his cock inside him, his back arched up as he shot his seed over his chest and up along his face. His own seed causing more mess that Jurgen's, as he fingered his arse he looked at it coated with a pink thick strand, his seed stuck like glue to Clay's insides working it's magic, it would take the rest of the day until it stopped seeping out. His phone started ringing, he picked it up and glanced at the screen to see Kit was calling him, he muted it and set it down on the bedside table and fell asleep.

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

Definitely a CUNT. I hate when a top calls my ass pussy... I don't complain as long as they breed me, but sometimes they ask me to say it "breed my pussy" and I always say breed my fucking ass like a man!" I have a cunt and I expect tops to use it as it deserves.

@Breedthisslut Thanks for sharing your story. My doctor said she thinks I have been infected with the syph for a long time and that I am most likely in the "latent late stage". She said my titer is 1:4 which means I've probably been through the initial and secondary stages without even realising it but that now the bacteria is laying dormant and is not active (hence why I have no symptoms). She offered me the choice of a penicillin injection (in my ass) which she admitted most people find rather unpleasant/slightly painful, and a course of antibiotics (Doxycyclin) ....I opted for the latter. I have to take one tablets twice a day for the next four weeks! As for the gono, I was treated in the clinic (I had to swallow four tablets and get an injection in my ass which wasn;t too unbearable). I love barebacking, but this whole experience has made me wonder if it's worth it anymore. I'm scheduled for to start PrEP in February 2019 (they couldn't find an available impact trial slot for me until then!)

When I was neg and getting fucked by POZ guys and my eventual no meds HVL POZZER, most of them called my hole a cunt. I was OK with that and even turned on because to them me and my hole was just a neg fuck thing for them to fuck, unload in and knock up. It was a power trip for them, and a degrading mind fuck for me that reduced me into a total cock taking cum dump and I loved it. Like other guys have said, when a power top is fucking me, He can call me and my hole anything He wants. But I usually just call it a hole or fuckhole.

Steamworks Chicago is awesome. Go to Cumunion on the Monday they have it each month. It's a total orgy the whole time.

A sweet hole and a talent for writing...MORE!

For me, fag/faggot is just as bad as the "n" word, which isn't in my vocabulary. If a guy doesn't respect me as a man, I don't want him!

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

Like @Cumfilledbottomboi, my hole opens to whatever it’s called. When I refer to it myself, my word of choice is cunt because it connotes a sexual function for the hole that is not as feminine (to my way of thinking) as pussy. A cunt is utilitarian. A cunt is something to be used, and used repeatedly. A cunt does not require delicate handling. Consider similar words - shunt, brunt, punt, blunt, stunt, grunt, hunt - all words with a decidedly masculine sense, bearing meanings that denote sudden, abrupt, decisive, rough action. Thus, I would submit that cunt is an appropriate word for a male fuckhole. It also pairs nicely in use with cock. When I’m at the bathhouse I hang a sign on the wall over me where I’m lying ass-up, with an arrow pointing down at me, that reads: CUNT FOR YOUR COCK. I have no argument at all with those who prefer to think of their man-holes as pussies, or with Tops who use the term - mine gets called that about half the time. In fact, one of the best compliments I’ve ever had was from an older black gentleman who finished fucking me (very expertly I might add - woof) and then said, “That is good pussy. Good pussy is hard to find.” But me... I’m a cunt for your cock. Whenever you’re ready. ?

I shot so many dirty loads to this. More please!!!

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.

Went to my local ABS on Sunday. Short white guy, obviously a backpacking tourist in sorts. He spots me and I follow to the next booth. I love short guys, one of the only times I breed are with short guys. He places a finger and I stick my dick though. He’s good and slicking it up. I thought I would get some ass but he just sucks.. which is nice but not what I’m looking for. I show my ass as it is pulled down between my shorts and bend with it out in a “come fuck squat.” Showing him what I’m looking for and offering. I place my hole against the GH and he starts licking. And it feels amazing. He’s good. Very skillfully he moves my hole, spreading it, and licking it into position. I’m pulling my ass checks apart to have my hole open for him and he’s eating my ass lips and sucking on the hole, making sure it is pulled out. He stands and rub his dick head on my raw slick hole. It’s wet with precum oozing. He feeds my hole a little at a time, pushing in and out, opening it up. I huff poppers and try to fully open up and he plunges in 7 inches of raw meat with a nice large mushroom head. He fucks until the ass juices dry up and I go down for some ass to mouth to take another ride. Through the hole I say,”fucken breed my pussy raw.” He goes for it and starts really ripping it up, starts coming in me and pauses with his still hard as fuck white cock just laying up in me. He pulls out and cum just drip out in buckets. Fuck that was a lot of cum. He pulls his shorts up and leave. Cum is dripping everywhere, on the glory hole, down my legs and thighs. My underwear is pulled up and feels wet. There was so much cum ever where. Perfect fuck Sunday.

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.”

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Part 3 So, two days later, late in the afternoon, my doorbell rang. I opened the door to find DeWayne standing there with my casserole dish. "Just returning it, Dave. Thanks so much. I got 2 wonderful meals out of it. I really do appreciate it", DeWayne said. "No problem. Glad you enjoyed it", I replied. "Come on in", I said as I open the door widely. "I don't have much time. Carol will be home shortly. But, I would like to come in for........ he pauses, looking for the right words....... I wouldn't mind a .........a........ a quick blow job". he said with a grin as he walked into my living room. Without saying a word I walked into my bedroom and DeWayne followed. I have an overstuffed chair in the bedroom. I pushed the ottoman out of the way with my foot and told DeWayne to have a seat. I grabbed my poppers from the bedside table and turned to see DeWayne pulling his shorts off and kicking his flip flops off. He sat down on the chair, just wearing his wife beater tee shirt. His cock was flaccid, Hanging down over his large, swollen balls. I dropped to my knees and took his soft cock into my mouth. It didn't take long for his cock to begin to swell, harden and grow to it's full 9"s. I decided to take my time and really enjoy what little time I had to worship his bbc. And worship it, I did. I licked up and down the underside of his shaft. Licked and sucked on each of his balls. Then I lifted his legs and licked his beautiful black hole. When I went back to his cock, I could taste a few drops of his sweet precum as it oozed from his piss slit. I sucked him for about 10 minutes, then DeWayne said, "Show me your white pussy, boy. Show me that tight cunt of yours." I got up, pushed the ottoman back in front of the chair and removed my shorts. I knelt on the ottoman and put my ass up. He spread my ass and rubbed his thumb on my hole. I sniffed the poppers as he massaged my cunt. He spit on my hole and his thumb went up inside me a bit. Then he stood and slapped his hard black dick on my hole. "Fuck, you got a nice pussy, Dave. Wish I had time to fuck it.", he said as he repeatedly slapped my ass with his cock. Then he spit again on my hole and stabbed my hole with his cock. Just the head of his bbc went inside me, then he quickly pulled it out again. He spit a few more times and repeatedly stabbed my hole. Just going in an inch or so. Now he was alternating with slapping my ass, plunging it into me and jacking off. "Fuck, I'm so horny. I need to cum", he groans as he continues to tease my hole. Now he's stroking fast and furiously as his cockhead rubs against my hole. I can hear his breathing getting fast. "Ahhh....... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot this fucker. Where you want this load? It's coming..........!" he yelled out. "Shoot it on my hole. Cum on my ass. Cum on my hole", I plead. I spread my asscheeks as his cock is furiously being slapped against my hole as he strokes it. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..........FUCK!", he yells out as I feel his hot cum hit my ass cheeks and my hole. "Yeah! Yeah! Put it in. Put your cock and cum in me!" as I spread my ass open as far as I can. DeWayne slides a few inches into me as I feel his cock throb as his cum continues to flow into my cunt. After just a few moments of emptying his nuts into me, he quickly pulls out and wipes his cock on my ass. "Fuck! Thanks! I needed to get off before Carol gets home. I need her pussy. But, I know she's not going to be in the mood for it tonight. Thanks", he says as he stands and grabs his shorts and flip flops. He quickly dresses as I do the same. We head for the door together as he squeezes my shoulder and smiles. Nothing more was said as he opened the door and headed out towards his house across the street. Damn! I like his wife Carol. But, I sure can't wait for her to go away again.

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

Men's rooms and wooded areas all over NYC. I miss the subways in NYC. the ones that are left are just not the same and I miss 5he deserted platforms and Subway tunnels. But the most Piblic was the 3 train late at night and before rush hour. Also love fuckin in project stairwells and on rooftops or elevators

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

In my experience, you have nothing to be scared about and your reactions are very common- I was lucky enough to have helped a boy through what you are struggling with now. As a POZ-DADDY bear, I had the rare privilege of training a horny total bottom cub, Chuck- who could not get enough of SIR's hot, thick POZ-pumper and he begged SIR to poz him for 6 months online on the old gay.com. At the time SIR was on what they used to call a 'med holiday' which meant that as long as my t-cells stayed above 200. I was off them for 18 months! During that time SIR would meet him on Wednesday afternoons and I would fuck at least 2-3 loads into him. After about 4 months, he got the worst flu of his life- called me to do three things- bring him some soup and ginger ale and fuck him! A month after the fever broke- SIR took him to the local anonymous HIV Test clinic and we got him tested. 3 weeks later we were back in the waiting room for the results and SIR could see he was squirming in the chair- his ass itching to be be used. As the male nurse was telling Chuck the results of his blood test, I could see the lump in his jeans grow- and he could not really hide the smile on his face. The nurse asked him if he was alright, and Chuck said, "I'll be just fine- don't worry!" Chuck was opening up his pants and pulling them off as we got back to his apartment that day- he wanted a 'celebration fuck' as he called it- now that he was POZ with my demon seed. Once he WAS officially a poz-pig he actually asked if he could TOP- he had been chatting with a local guy who said he would only let Chuck fuck him If he was POZ and had the paperwork to prove it! So, there are hundreds, thousands of men out there that feel exactly the same- so lay back and enjoy it!

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’ve bent over the rail of a few balcony’s in my day and been watched doing it. I usued to give road head like it was my job to guys I would meet in chat rooms before I had my licens. Sometimes mid day I never saw if anyone noticed because I was busy sucking haha. In a mall dressing room.... in a supermarket bathroom... In a back room of a gay bar people coming in a out as I was getting bred on a leather sofa by the owner of the club. I’d like to get more adventurous I love being watched.

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....

1990 Was it really almost thirty years ago? How did so much time go by without my consent? It was a great time to be young and starting a new life in a new city. I got a job as a copywriter for a struggling ad agency that didn't pay all that great. I didn't mind because anything was better than being a poor college kid. I moved into a very old apartment building near the middle of the city. The whole area had high hopes to become "quaint", but it didn't seem to be working very well. The rent on my studio apartment was the same as what I'd paid for the student slum I'd just moved out of. It was on a rounded corner of the building which made my place curved and unique. It was noisy and very gay. This neighborhood had become a 'safe place' for low-income misfits. Young people with crappy jobs and alternative lives congregated here. My 'gaydar' had never quite worked which caused me to always get interested in guys that were batting for the other team. I ended up jerking off a lot. So be it. It didn't take long for me to join up with a ragtag crew of gay men who lived in my building. We'd all meet up at a park around the corner to gossip, drink and smoke. The park was actually quite beautiful for this area. It had an old iron archway at the entrance. There was no playground equipment or sandboxes because no families ever came here. We'd just take over a pair of picnic tables and hang out till all hours, passing bottles of whatever. This happened every single night, but I missed a lot of gatherings because there were TV shows I was addicted to and I hadn't yet splurged on a VCR. Twin Peaks was my number one favorite show back then. I'd sit and not take my eyes off my little 19" screen in, even if it was a repeat. I kind of hated missing out on the gatherings because this group loved to talk shit about whoever wasn't there. Vicious appraisals and rumors would fire them all up and I always wondered what was said about me. The de facto leader of the club was my next door neighbor, Kurt. He was pleasant to everyone but there were daggers hidden in his smile. There was a period of time when Kurt decided we should all have nicknames. Mine was 'Puppy Dog' - which I guess is better than other things I could have been called. That didn't last long because we kept mixing them up after the drinking had gotten underway. Let me editorialize here for a minute. I'm almost 52 now and the gay community has made so much progress in this country, but we still tear each other down on a personal level. Why? Weren't we all whispered about, laughed at and bullied when we were younger? Didn't we hate being called "fag", "homo", and "sissy"? It needs to end. We're all on the same side after all. A guy named Gene got it the worst. I'd seen him once or twice, but never actually met him. He worked for a sanitation company and, according to the group, smelled pretty rank all the time. He first encountered their scorn by using the park to cruise for blow jobs. It was a pretty large park with many trees and I had no idea what happened in the far shadows. Kurt had made it an unspoken rule that there was to be no sex within our club. He also didn't want a bunch of random horny men lurking about. Gene was also called "demented"."retarded" and "criminal". Everybody seemed to have a personal anecdote about Gene. "I was in the elevator with him once and almost passed out from the smell.","I saw him looking almost clean once like he'd showered and washed his hair, but the smell was still there. He can probably never get rid of it.", "Why does he come here at 3 in the morning, looking to get his dick sucked? No sane person would put their mouth on him.", "I was once trapped in a conversation with him and I couldn't make any sense of what he was saying." I didn't belong with this group. Poor Gene. I was stupid enough to try to defend him. "Garbage Men make a pretty good salary. They're Union." Kurt looked wounded. "Who cares? He obviously doesn't spend a dime on soap. You know what you say when you see him? You say 'Hi, Gene' ...you know like 'hygiene'. It's getting to be an old joke but it's still funny every time." Was it funny? Not in my opinion. Every time we saw a figure in the distance, the crowd would yell "Hi, Gene!!" Stupid. I decided right then to make this gathering an infrequent event for me. Kurt trapped me in the hallway and asked why I'd been so scarce. "I took on some freelance work and it keeps me very busy." I didn't sell the excuse very well and he started looking at me differently. Judging. I didn't want to give him any new ammunition to use against me so I stayed civil when I made small talk with him. I was really loving k.d. lang at the time, but I never played music very loud in case he tried to use that against me. Ultimately, I decided I didn't care anymore. It took me 22 years, but I finally started to not give a shit what other people said about me. I blasted my music after that. Apartment-dwellers know that you have to pick a really good time to do your laundry....not a peak hours. I usually did mine early on Saturday mornings when the rest of the building was sleeping off whatever they'd done the night before. That Spring I developed some severe insomnia. I was wide awake and staring at the ceiling one Sunday morning before the sun was even up. I decided to just go ahead and do a load of whites. I had a pocket full of quarters and a new book I'd started...I might even do two loads if sleep never came. Of course the laundry room was in a depressing basement. Most laundry places were glum. I started getting to the task at hand. 75 cents to wash and 50 cents to dry. I stayed there and read my book undisturbed. Say what you will about this chore but I always liked the smell of soap and fabric softener -- it was a fresh, hopeful scent. Right after I'd loaded the dryer, I saw him. Gene. He seemed like he was sleepwalking or on drugs or something. He looked dazed. Was he just now coming home? Or going out? I just gave him a smile and went back to my book. I wasn't about to say "Hi, Gene" because of those guys in the park. It seemed my smile was all he needed to walk right up to where I was sitting and say "Don't you sleep?" "Hi. Yeah. Lately, I've had trouble staying asleep, though. Thought I'd get this done since I was wide awake." How to describe Gene physically? It's not easy to penetrate that aura of weirdness to really see him. He was about 6'2" with a fairly average build...maybe a little underweight. Around my age. His jet black hair looked like he had cut himself. He did seem a little unclean, but whatever odor he had was masked by the laundry detergent smells. "I'm Troy. I moved in here a few months ago." "I'm Gene -- which is short for 'Genius'." Was he kidding around? His expression didn't tell me. "I've seen you around. You're on the seventh floor, right?" "Yeah. On the rounded side." "That's nice. Know anything about giant squid?" Huh? He might actually be crazy. "No. Not much." "He sat next to me. I smelled something a little foul but it wasn't so terrible. I grew up on a farm and had smelled far worse things. "Why do you ask?" "They can kill you. They shoot this thick cloud of ink out of their bodies and it's heavy and sticky." I didn't think that was true, but I just nodded. "Can you imagine? You're underwater and one of those fuckers releases that stuff all over you. You're glued to a rock or a reef and you can't breathe....so you die." "Wow." When would my stuff be dry? I didn't care if it was damp or not -- I was going to get away from this guy. "So you know that Kurt guy, right?" "I know him, but we're not friends." "He's out to ruin me for some reason. I never did anything to him or any of the park gang. Don't bother me none." "He's a viper in a ballerina costume." That made him laugh. He may have been a little unkempt but he had an honest smile -- perfect, white teeth. "What do you do, Travis?" "It's 'Troy'. I'm a writer. I work for an ad agency downtown." "Wow. You look like you're 15...and already a 9-5 professional? Impressive. I work for Duffy Sanitation. I only work 30 hours a week, but the pay is good. I am saving up enough to get the hell out of this place...maybe go take some college courses. I like to write too. I'm working on a book when I have time. Maybe you can help me with it." "Fiction? Like a novel?" "Yeah. There's a giant killer squid in the chapter I just started." OK. This was interesting now. I fed more quarters into the dryer. "Well -- I don't think squid shoot ink that traps people. I've read about them and they use the ink to get away from predators. It just clouds the water so they can escape." "Not in my story. It kills divers." He wasn't crazy -- just a writer. Same difference. "What are you doing up so early, Gene?" "Just stuff. I like to walk very late at night and see what's up in the park." "Is there ever anything 'up' at this hour?" I held my cards close to the vest. Nobody goes off by themselves to a park at this hour. "Sometimes. It's a pretty big park and the huge Cottonwood trees at the far West end and they hide some interesting people." I guess Kurt got some things right about him. "Isn't that dangerous?" "It can be. You should go with me some time." Oh hell -- Kurt and his posse would have a collective heart attack if they saw Gene and I cruising the park together. "Sure, but I usually don't stay up this late or early. I've just had trouble sleeping lately." "Try smoking hash. That'll solve it." He had to be kidding, right? I could never even handle regular pot. It made me nervous and helpless. "Nah. I'll probably call my doctor and try to get some Valium or something." "Just don't get addicted. I smoke hash almost every day before work. It's not like the day goes faster or anything -- it's just that it gets new and interesting. It's loud work and most of the guys wear ear plugs but not me. The noise is amazing when you're high. I can feel it in my dick even." I'd known some people in college who could function perfectly fine when they were on drugs, but I'm pretty sure I'd never be one of them. "Wow. They don't drug test you guys?" "Just the drivers. I think your clothes are dry by now...it's been over an hour." He was right. They were most likely baked to a crisp already. I took everything out of the dryer, folded the t-shirts and paired the socks. I did it mainly because I knew that if I left now, this bizarre conversation would end. I also wasn't even close to being sleepy. Gene watched me and kept talking. "Remember when you were just starting school and the teacher would tell the class to put their thinking caps' on? All the kids pretended to put on hats but I never did. I also never said 'God' when they made us say the pledge of allegiance." I would have liked to have known him as a kid. We might have been best friends. "I never took the words of that pledge to heart -- it was all just automatic parroting. Same with The Lord's Prayer. I had no clue what any of it meant." I was done and Gene grabbed my basket to carry it for me. "Oh, you don't have to..." "It's okay. I got it." Well, I guess he was going to follow me to my door. Would he want to come in? "Thanks. So you don't work on Sundays?" His aroma was a little more intimate inside the elevator. Either I'd gotten used to it or he didn't smell that bad. "Nope. Saturdays neither. We won't run into your neighbor, will we?" "I doubt it. He's never awake before noon or so. Don't worry." "I'm not worried for my sake...for his. I'll kick his ass and he knows it. I already know why he hates me." "Why?" "Long story. I need a beer first...got any?" We'd arrived at my floor. "No. I have a bottle of wine that somebody gave me when I graduated. I don't know if it's any good." "Yuck. No thanks. Put your clothes away and we'll go back to my place. I buy the good of beer." Well...why the hell not? I was curious if nothing else. Once inside, Gene complimented me on every single thing that caught his eye. My lamp, futon, candles, the neatness... "It's smaller than my apartment, but you've made really good use of the space." I thanked him and began putting my clean clothes away. He went on to study my collection of tapes. "Bonnie Raitt, Blondie, Lindsay Buckingham, Nirvana...you've got great taste. Never heard of k.d. lang before. Is it a she or a he? Country?" He picked it up and tucked in his back pocket. "We'll listen to this when we get back to my place." His hand was groping his crotch but I didn't read anything into it. Guys just do that sometimes instinctively. I did it even when I had no sexual thoughts at all. "OK. I'm done. Ready to go?" We left and I saw Kurt's closed door. He would flat out shit himself if he saw me leaving my apartment with Gene. I almost wanted him to be awake and see this. "I'm on 3. I don't have a nice view like you do, but I get to see the sun rise every day. You ever write poetry?" "No. Well...sort of. I've written slogans -- which sometimes rhyme. So why do you and Kurt hate each other?" He looked down at me and shook his head. "Not yet. I'll tell you everything after I have a beer in my hand." Ding. We arrived and I didn't even take one second to think what I might be about to see. He opened the door and I was expecting anything but what I saw. It was normal. Plain. He had a really nice stereo system and some assorted furniture that didn't look showroom new but not dingy. I sometimes saw random old chairs and sofas on the curb. I'm fairly certain he didn't get any of his stuff from the street. Yes, the smell couldn't be called "pleasant", but it was not horrible either. I thought of a friend of mine who'd worked a year in a candle store. She and everything she owned smelled like candles. I guess you couldn't help but bring odors from your job home with you. "That looks like an expensive stereo, Gene." "JVC. It's not all that fancy." He took out the k.d. lang tape out of his pocket and put it in. "Rewind it so we can listen to all of it." I noticed there was no dust anywhere. I'd left the tape at the end of my favorite song "Diet of Strange Places". I rewound it just a little so he could hear what I considered to be one of the best songs I'd ever heard. I'd never played this for anyone Starving, I've got this hunger/ Growling from deep within By the time I turned around, Gene had taken off his shoes and socks. He was sitting on the couch and stretching his legs. "Wow. It's a woman. She's got an excellent voice. How'd you find her? She'd been on TV several times, but I couldn't even answer before Gene went to the kitchen to get the beers. I guess he really really wanted one. "Can you play that song again?" "Let's listen to the rest of this side and then I'll rewind it." He arched an eyebrow as if I was challenging him. "Sure, Troy. Are you all comfortable there on the floor?" I actually was. "Yeah. This is good beer." It was. "It's imported." He suddenly got up and sat down on the carpet next to me, mimicking my way of sitting. "Don't sip that like it's one of your wines. You take good healthy swallows of beer. It's not like you have to get up for work today." I am an amateur when it comes to drinking. Well, OK. He'd already finished his. I chugged and handed him the empty bottle. The lack of sleep and the fast beer seemed to make me feel completely content. "Okay, Gene. Now tell me why you and Kurt have this feud." He sighed. "I'll start by saying we know each other already." Another sigh. "He and I moved in here at about the same time. We were pleasant to each other at first. I started checking out the park after a week and kept seeing him there...not at the picnic tables. He was cruising the shadows just like me. You won't believe this but I saw him get fucked by strangers. He knew how cute he was and used it to get so much dick up his little ass." I was blown away by these revelations. "Um. Did you and he...?" "Yes. Twice." "With a condom?" "There are no condoms in a park at 2 in the morning. I've gone through periods of time when I liked fucking...on both ends. But it's so much easier to just get your dick sucked. You shoot a load either way." "Wow. So he hates you for doing that with him?" "That's not all." He was deflated by the confession, but went and got us two more beers. I had so much to think about. Too much. This beer was so good. "He hates me for knowing something else." "Give me a second to have some more swallows." I was bordering a state of shock. Sleep would just not be possible for now. He was watching my face for any trace of what I was thinking. The tape turned over automatically. I finished half the beer before he continued. "I know he was HIV. I only know because we run into each other at the free health clinic on Poplar sometimes. I've got it too, by the way. What are you thinking right now?" I had no idea what to say. I'd just wing it for now. "I guess I have to say that I'm sorry." "For what?" "That you have the virus...and also that you haunt the damn park for sex when you're good-looking and smart enough to just date like regular people." He arched his eyebrow again. Maybe I'd said the wrong thing. Beer. "You think I'm 'good looking'? For real?" "Yeah. And tall and honest and.... Just go get a decent haircut. I'll take you to the place I go." He flashed that dazzling smile again and I felt the floor disappear from beneath me. "Look....the sun is coming up. It's never the same but always perfect." I turned my head to watch. He was right -- perfect. Pink and lavender were meeting up in such a beautiful way that words couldn't possibly tell you how perfect it was. I turned back to thank him for pointing it out to me but we weren't eye-level anymore. Gene was standing. He was rubbing his crotch again, but this was intentional. His eyes were so brown that they were almost looked black. I touched his bare ankle. I was developing some feelings for Gene. And now? I'd be passive and wait. He was the host. "Remember me telling you what I liked the most?" Of course I did. He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and let a bare naked dick jut out into the air. It bounced even. I was still on the floor at his feet. "Do you think you'd like to help me out? It's not entirely safe, but I won't cum in your mouth...that should be okay." I let my hands wander up and down his legs. They were harder and more developed than I would have guessed. He did physical work after all...not to mention all his park walking. I figured my hands were answering for me. Yes. I wanted to give him the best blow job he'd ever had from a beginner. I knew what I felt like doing but wasn't sure it would be enough. The penis wasn't huge or anything, but it was so straight and so hard -- he could punch a hole in the wall with that thing. I'd have to move myself up on my knees a little higher. His hidden virus didn't once enter my thoughts. I put my lips on the plum-colored head. His gasp was one of absolute pleasure. "Yeah...go slow. Take your time." I could've listened, but my hunger for his beautiful organ was bordering on insane at this moment. I did what I could to take the whole thing. "Shit! I didn't expect you to make me feel so good. Keep it up and I'll shoot down your throat in about ten seconds." I redoubled my effort and, sure enough, he tensed up with a load ready to release. "Fuck, man!" He let a few heavy spurts loose on my tongue. Semen. HIV semen. I could do this every day. I pulled away and tried to recognize myself and where I was. I took some deep breaths and stood up...a little unsteady. "How'd I do?" "You earned first prize. Let's go to my bedroom and relax. Need another beer?" I had barely touched the last one he'd brought me so I said 'no'. k.d. was still singing and I heard new things. I was also loving the taste in my mouth. "Nah. I'm fine." "Leave the beer and let's go to bed." "Lead the way." His bedroom was pretty nice....the smell lingered, but I thought it was sexy now. I'd buy him some nice candles from a fancy store. "Get out of those clothes and get comfy." I was amazed at how calmly I did as told. His bed was super comfortable. He was fishing around in his nightstand. I almost asked him what he was doing but was too mesmerized by the sight of his nice bare ass. I could hear the music coming through the wall. He found his hash pipe or pot pipe or whatever it was. "You can have exactly two hits. It's not hash -- just really good weed. I'm afraid of letting you escape into your private thoughts. Infection from oral sex is pretty rare...so don't get wrapped up in regret just now." I was still rock hard and my boner didn't seem to care that it was so obvious and visible. Sex was unfair that way. Both partners should cum at the same time, every time. I felt kind of ridiculous. Gene was doing his weed thing and trying to light it. I wasn't real excited about this, but the smell was nice and exotic. He passed it to me and I made a good amateur effort to inhale it the correct way. How soon would this start working? My lungs absorbed the smoke. I suddenly didn't want a second hit...I was not a 'pot person' and likely never would be. Lets just see how it went. Nothing so far...except the music crept in and got louder. It's almost as if the stereo was right there in the room. You're drivin' me crazy/ Hey now, baby,please "I'm going to buy a CD player next week. This will be the first disc I get." He took a few more puffs of the magic herb while I just looked at his nude body. "You've got really nice legs, Gene." "Yeah? I don't have a sit-down job like you do. Manual labor is better than going to the gym. Damn, Troy....you have an intense erection. Horny? I'm flattered." It seemed wise not to say anything right now. He was fingering his balls and working himself up into an emerging boner. "Give me a minute to rest and we'll do each other again. Whatever you want. I didn't mean to be so selfish earlier...I just really love getting blown. I can blow you next or you can do me again. Take a minute to think. Really think. I don't want to hurt...." His words turned into scribbles as he talked. I was just happy to be near his warm, feverish body. My instinct was to kiss his mouth like we were in a romantic movie. I ignored the bizarre dreams waiting for me. My Gene. I decided I wanted him to fuck me,bust my cherry. HIV never figured into the decision. I wanted him to shoot a load inside of me even though I'd never been fucked down there. How bad could it be? Gay men did this. He needed to relax and build up another load. I waited. "So?..." He knew how to read me, so why didn't he just take charge??" "I want you to fuck me, Gene. Like we're on our honeymoon." "I was afraid I'd get you to this point. Shit. I have a dirty cock and no rubbers. I want to fuck your ass so much, but it's just too dangerous." He was high, but still reluctant to do the wrong thing. You have to admire that ethic. And I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to have some bare, raw sex with him. But I was going with the mood. It was already mid-morning, and the sun was snaking itself through the blinds. I was just really wanting my cherry to be popped by the wonderful dick which belonged to this wonderful guy. Viruses were a random thing...and so was mortality. None of us were guaranteed a long life. Despite all our fatal thoughts, Gene's cock was standing up straight like a soldier. My own boner had never gone away. "Let's follow through with what would happen eventually." "You sure? Put your thinking cap on, Troy." "I never take it off." "OK. No going back from here." He was stroking his meat faster and harder. It made a wet sound even though there was no lube involved. He leaked a lot of pre-cum which impressed me. How bad could this be? "Once I start, I don't stop. You're about to get a powerful fuck that will change you forever." He may have been trying to warn me, but all it was doing was making me hotter. "Yeah. It's going to happen eventually. I'd rather it be with you than with some stranger. Know what I mean?" He was thinking. "OK. You aren't too stoned to consent to this, right?" "Weirdly, no. I have a history of freaking out when I smoke, but I'm fine. I feel very clear." "It's good stuff. Very kind to the system." He had worked himself up into another impressive hard-on. I still couldn't get over how straight and steel-like it looked. "You have the most perfect dick I've ever seen, dude...not that I've seen any besides in magazines. But still..." "Thanks, Troy. Yours is nice and healthy-sized too. You'll fuck me one day, right?" "ANY time." That made him even hotter. "I don't have any lube. I wasn't expecting company tonight. I have Crisco in the kitchen...lemme go go grease my stuff up. Be right back...." He left me alone with k.d. lang's perfect voice still serenading me in the morning light. This lonely achin' heart of mine/ That now, folks, feels sublime Gene returned with his proud boner all shiny and perfect. I wanted that tool to take my virginity, but more importantly, I wanted this man to take it and be my first. His disease didn't factor in at all. I wanted this. I wanted HIM. "Move on down to the end of the end of the bed. Stay on your back so I can look at you and see if you're in too much pain. I really, really don't want to hurt you." "I'll be okay, Gene. This is for you too." I wished he'd fall in love with me and want to fuck every night...even though I'd never done this before. It must feel good if the whole world was doing it. "Ready? No turning back once I get inside you. I'll try to pull out before I cum, but I don't have a real good track record in that department. " I searched my brain for hesitation but didn't find any. "I'm ready." It was awkward getting adjusted, but he'd done this before so I just cooperated. It was almost like doing a reverse sit-up...with some help. His dick felt even larger than it looked, especially as it tried to find my little opening. He found it and a wave of pure pleasure washed over his face. Glorious anticipation. Then he was making a concentrated to poke his way in. I didn't expect the pain -- it felt like a cruel violation. "Too much?" "No. I mean -- please go slow." "OK. This is the worst part. It'll feel better pretty soon. Hold on." I took him literally and reached around to grab his butt with both hands. He moaned and that made me open up a little more. His hard rod inched forward and the pain was still pretty intense, but not any worse. In about six seconds, something inside of me down there ached in the most awesome way. Prostate. He must have known it after I let loose a sigh of satisfaction. "Found it!" I ejaculated right as he said that. No wonder gay guys were dying from this act -- it was worth dying for. Then he fell into a rhythm of going in and out, in and out. I was in ecstasy, plain and simple. He sped his pace up and I felt his butt cheeks clench and relax over and over again. He had his eyes closed. "I'm getting ready...I'm going to...hold on..." I really didn't want him to pull out. I wanted him to have his moment just as I had. "FUCK!" He tensed and then collapsed on top of me. His weight was delicious. "Wow. Thank you, Gene." "I came inside of you. Shit, I'm sorry. It just felt so good." "Don't be sorry. I wanted you to." "I guess I kinda knew that. I'm grateful, but a little scared for you." Gene and I ended up as a 'couple'. We fucked constantly and talked about moving in together. Kurt's little group broke up as guys moved or got tired of his bullshit. Gene kept dragging me along to with him to the clinic and I finally tested positive the week before Easter. He still craved sex with strangers from the park, and I went with him sometimes. It was kind of thrilling to watch him spread his seed. He always came home to me...my garbageman, my first and last love.

First Day. I could tell something was bothering Toby as we sat in a crowded gay bar after work. "Are you okay, Toby?" "Yes, I am just tired and horny." "Well, you are always horny so that's nothing new. Well, if you want we can go home after I use the bathroom." I told him as I stood to walk over to the bathroom. Toby told me he has to pee as well and got up from the sofa and I saw part of his problem right in front of pants as he was rock hard and made a huge tent. I laughed as we both walked to the bathroom. The bathroom had one of those long open urinal and as Toby and I pissed next to each other, I was surprised to see Toby's big white cock pissing while he stayed hard. I mentioned that I couldn't piss while I am hard. He told me that he could piss while he's hard and that's why he loves to piss in an ass while he's fucking. Then he put his hand inside of my pants and started to push his finger into my hole. He was clearly super horny tonight and he was acting a bit more aggressive and for some reason I was starting to get horny as well. Finally I pushed him off and told him he should behave. As we left the bar, he told me we were stopping by at his friend's apt. before we head home. As we got to the building, he told me the truth that he's high on some drug and this was his dealer's apt before walking up the stairs. He wanted to make sure I won't be surprised and somehow offend his dealer with my reaction. The apartment was completely dark as a huge old black man with just sweat shorts opened the door. Toby told me to wait in the living room and went down the hall to a bedroom. As I sat down on the sofa, I saw the porn playing in a huge TV, the only light in the living room. It was a close up of a huge black cock fucking a white ass. I was getting mesmerized by the porn. I was about to readjust my hard on in a stranger's apartment when I saw a door to the bathroom open and appeared a young black boy completely naked and still wet from the shower. He saw my fixation with the porn and asked me, "Do you want to see that cock in person? " He walked over to me and I saw it was his cock I was watching on the screen and in person right in front of me. He stood over me and observed my reaction to the vision of his cock up close. I wanted to taste and feel every inches of it deep down in my throat but I also didn't want to appear too slutty. He told me to hand him the pipe from the coffee table and as I handed it to him, he told me to look up at his eyes until he says to look else where. While he and I stared into each other's eyes, he asked me if I smoked T before and I shook my head. He told me to wrap my lips on the glass pipe and inhale deep and long and hold it in til he tells me to let it out. As he held the pipe to me and lit it, I did as he told me to. Without losing my eye contact with him. When I couldn't hold it any more, he covered my lips with his, tightly and we pushed the smoke back and forth til we were breathing hard with lack of Oxygen. It was so intense as if his inside and my inside were becoming connected through our mouth. We repeated this few times and my body started to feel so hungry for touch or any stimulation yet I didn't touch myself or my body as I desired him to touch and feel me. This young black boy that I didn't know anything was hypnotizing my mind with his beautiful cock and drugs. He held the pipe to my lips again and told me to exhale as he pushes his cock into my mouth. As I exhaled thick white smoke, he jammed his cock so hard and so fast that made me feel a little fear and closed my throat on his cock. I started to choke. He told me to stop struggling and try again. After few more smokes, my mind was lost in lust. It was his balls bouncing on my chin that brought me back to reality. He helped me stay down with his hands behind my head. I could feel spit leaking around his cock down my chin. I stuck my tongue out and licked whatever I could reach of his balls with my tongue. His balls were so big and so low that I couldn't reach them so I just tongue bathed his ball sacs. His hands started to touch me roughly and his words became dirty. And I was starting to feel love for this boy. He slapped me really hard that my eyes teared up. But I even loved the pain that he gave me. He told me to look at the TV and now my face was on it with his cock buried deep in my mouth. He told me that we were taking a trip to the bedroom to see our friends while we keep his cock in my mouth. He slowly walked back as I crawled on my knees keeping pace with him. Finally we reached the door and he pushed it open and Toby was doing the same thing as me with his dealer. He led me to the bed and lifted me to put me on my back. When his cock left my mouth, I licked my lips with disappointment. He told me not to move and I held my self as best I could. I even held my breath I think. Toby sat by my side and started to tie a band around my arm. Soon I saw someone holding a needle close to me. I feared the needles so I closed my eyes and turned my head the other way and let them give me shot. At the same time, lube and some powder stuff were being pushed into me making me feel sharp burn. I bit my lips and didn't fight the pain. But as I felt the tip of a big hard cock at my hole's entrance, I started to moan, shiver and whimper with pleasure. Gradually my hole opened and welcomed this cock until felt his balls resting at the opening. Then I held on to his cock tightly with my hole muscle. He told me to relax and slapped me few times as he started to move his cock in and out of me slowly picking up the speed and power. it felt like heaven to be filled by him and pumped by him. Then he stopped while he was deep inside and held it there as he got a shot on his arms as well. Then he started to pound me harder. He was grunting and humping. Both Toby and the dealer watched us for a bit. In the middle of my heavenly fucking from this young man, Toby gave me a kiss and disappeared. When the dealer returned, they were talking about someone probably Toby. "That bitch just traded his friend for some drug and my piss in his ass." "Piss in the ass, damn that's nasty. Which reminds me." The young black man held his cock still and started to fill me with hot liquid with powerful jet stream that I felt it hit the walls of my inside. He also gave me so much that my flat tummy started to bulge out to accommodate him. The dealer so this from his angle and zoomed in the camera on my stomach. That nameless young black man left his cock inside my hole for almost a day filling me up over and over with his cum and piss. That was my first day of Christmas this year with a 12 inches of cock.

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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??)

Oh fuck yeah!

Part 3 Rob had worked up a thirst after that last fuck; it was time to check out another bar. That was another great thing about the French Quarter; the bars were always open and you could actually walk down the street with a drink in your hand. He didn’t usually start drinking this early in the day but he was on vacation after all. Alcohol never really seemed to affect Rob’s ability to get rock hard and fuck as long as he didn’t get all shit-faced drunk. He was confident that he could pace himself and be able to keep drinking all day. On a day like today, Rob was happy to find an open bar stool underneath a ceiling fan and close to the open front of the building. This was a perfect view of the street and he also was on display basically for anyone that passed by. “Welcome, my name is Jesse, what can I get you to drink?” “Hey man, my name is Rob; give me a Jack and Coke”. Rob was pleasantly surprised, the bartender Jesse was a masculine looking guy with a nice ass and defined body. Rob detected a few tattoos and could see the nipple rings under his tight T-shirt so Jesse was a little rougher looking than the guys he typically fucked but he’d make an exception in this case. He did get the impression that Jesse was probably another one of those gays that try to pawn themselves off as versatile but in reality was a slutty bottom. He could tell by the way Jesse carried himself. In Rob’s mind, you were either a bottom destined to suck cock, get fucked and just be used or you were a Top like himself. Guys were just fooling themselves if they thought there was something in between. “Here you go Rob, where you visiting from?” asked Jesse as he slid Rob his drink on the bar. “Ohio, is it that obvious I am a visitor?” Jesse just smiled and said “Well I have worked here for a long time and pretty much recognize the locals. Right now there are six locals in here and including you, eight visitors.” “It is also obvious that you aren’t used to this heat and humidity based on the way your tank is clinging to your pecs and the way those shorts are sticking to your ass cheeks and crotch”. Rob was a little taken back by how direct Jesse was speaking. Two can play at that game he thought. “Well then can you also tell who is a Top and who is bottom? What is my position?” Jesse started laughing, “Easy, we bartenders have to be observant here in the Big Easy. It’s obvious from the way you have basically checked out ass since the minute you sat down, including mine, that you are all Top”. Rob just grinned and nodded, this guy was good. Jesse continued, “I’m sorry to disappoint you though, I’m also a Top. It’s why I like to work this shift, it gives me time to make connections and then play all night”. Rob raised his glass, “A toast to stalking your prey” and with that chugged down the rest of his drink. Almost immediately Jesse poured another drink and placed it in front of Rob. Jesse motioned over his right shoulder “This drink, as well as the first, is compliments of the two guys over there by the cash register, they ordered them for you the minute you walked into the place”. Rob looked up and nodded but made no further eye contact with the strangers. He leaned in and whispered to Jesse “I can do better than that, it’s going to take more than buying me drink or two for those old queen cocksuckers to get in my shorts”. Jesse was not surprised by the comment at all. He also was not surprised as Rob turned slightly toward the two men and slightly flexed his arms while casually running his hands across his chest and pinching his nipples until they hardened and strained against the damp material of his shirt. He then turned his back to the men and looked out to the street for something more worthy of his attention. It did feet good to sit out the sun, casually drink and be lusted after by all the bottoms in the bar. It was the way things should be. When Jesse came back to refill his drink, Rob commented “ There seems to be a lot of activity in this bar for this time in the afternoon and I seem to be in a good spot as they all walk by me wiggling their asses to check me out up close and try to get my attention”. “You do seem to be drawing them into the place“, replied Jesse with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “ Maybe you should be splitting your tips with me with all the business I am bringing you. Don’t worry man, there is plenty of bottom prey here to divide between us” chuckled Rob as he raised his hand to high-five the bartender. It was at the moment that Rob’s phone vibrated indicating he had a message. He actually had several notifications from his cruising apps. Some of them must have come through earlier when he was plowing that tourist in the hotel room. An evil grin spread across his face as he thought about the fun he had using his cock to tear open” what’s-his-name’s” hole. Rob quickly scanned the responses to his profile postings to see if there was anything of interest. There were several from BBRT but the latest post from A4A is what caught his attention. According to the Geo-location feature, the cocksucker was only a few feet away. The pic didn’t show his ass but the face wasn’t bad. He had nice thick “cock-sucker lips”. Rob glanced around the bar briefly and quickly spotted the guy, literally less than ten feet away. Although Rob could tell the picture posted on the profile was actually the guy in the bar, the picture was not recent. The guy sitting there certainly was several years older than the picture and also had gotten soft. Rob was about to delete and ignore the message when two letters in the interest section of the profile caught his eye -“WS”. Rob downed the rest of his latest drink like a shot, glared briefly at the guy and typed a simple response “THIRSTY”? “Hey Jesse, where is the bathroom in this place, I need to piss” inquired Rob. Jesse pointed him to the back and Rob promptly got up and headed to relieve himself. The bathroom was long, narrow, dimly lit and pretty filthy. It mainly consisted of a long trough for guys to piss in and a stained sink. “They need some sort of air circulation in here” thought Rob as he made his way to the end of the trough. The room reeked, even with the ice that was thrown in the piss trough to control the smell. None the less, Rob’s cock was hardening as he turned toward the door and started counting to himself. He got to seven, the door pushed open and the guy from A4A nervously walked in. Rob opened the front of his cargo shorts and freed his hard cock. The guy bent over to taste the object of his desire when Rob grabbed him by the hair and said “No cocksucker; on your knees and open your fucking mouth. Whatever you don’t swallow is going all over the front of you”. With that he grabbed the guy by both ears, slammed his cock deep into the wet hole of a mouth and started streaming his warm piss down the cocksucker’s throat. The guy struggled with the strong stream but managed to swallow most of it: only a small amount dribbled out the sides of his mouth. “You’re just a fucking urinal hole to hold my piss”, sneered Rob. He emptied his bladder and pulled his cock out of the piss receptacle kneeling in front of him. He then wiped the last drops of piss clinging to his cock off on the guy’s hair, tucked it into his pants, zipped up and went back to the bar. When he got to the bar and sat back down, he ordered another Jack and Coke as if nothing had happened. Jesse however, gave him a knowing look when Rob’s recent conquest exited the restroom and quickly headed out of the bar in an effort to not have to explain to anyone as to why the knees of his faded jeans were now so stained and wet. When Jesse returned with his drink, Rob asked” Where is a good place around here to buy leather and fetish gear”? Jesse raised his eyebrow “What are you looking for?” Rob explained that he only had a few pieces and those didn’t fit right. “I don’t have a lot of local options available back in Ohio, and the stuff I’ve ordered on-line hasn’t really worked out. I’m sure you know how the sight of a Top in leather or latex gear just brings out the whore in a bottom.” Jesse nodded in agreement. ”It’s almost like giving them a party drug, so I was thinking maybe some shorts, jocks, a harness or two. I really just want to try some stuff on to see how it looks before making a decision.” ”Some bondage gear as well so when I get an ass primed and partied up I can just keep it in place and positioned how I want and then just focus on my pleasure rather than making sure the fucking whore doesn’t resist and try to get away.” “Probably the best place for you to go is “Master Nick’s”, it’s just a couple blocks from here” Jesse quickly replied. ”I’ve bought some great stuff from there. Its high quality and they have a big variety. They are good at helping you transform into your true self. They do have a space to demo some of the equipment there as well. They carry everything from cuffs, collars and spreader bars to stocks, fuck benches and bondage tables in the store”. Rob was getting hard just thinking about the place as Jesse gave him directions to the store. As Rob stood and prepared to leave, Jesse had one more question. “Before you go, would it be cool for me to get a selfie with you” asked Jesse. “I like to keep reminders of some of the hot guys that come through here.” Rob of course in his mind interpreted that question as meaning he was correct all along and Jesse really was a bottom and did want Rob’s cock up his ass. So when the bartender came around the bar to take the selfie Rob smiled, flexed and grabbed Jesse’s ass. Trying not to sound too insincere, Jesse looked Rob directly in the eyes and stated, “Thanks for the picture stud, I am sure you enjoy the transformational experience at "Master Nick's" stop by on your way back from store and let me know what you bought.” “I’m here until seven-thirty tonight.” Rob smirked and nodded his agreement as he headed to the exit. As soon as Rob disappeared down the street, Jesse went to his phone and texted a message and attached the selfie with Rob he just took. “Sending a referral to the store that I think you’ll like. He definitely has the cocky top attitude you look for”

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….

Adam was high from 2 slams and countless poppers stuffed under his nose. He was also high from the countless ways he had been used and degraded since Master Bob had unleashed a seemingly endless row of hung tops onto him. Time was disjointed but he knew he had been used, blindfolded and at times bound for several hours. His ass had gone past sore - he felt it was burning back there. How many loads he wondered. Each man was required to make a mark next to their type of load. But that tally would remain a mystery for the time being. It was apparently some form of a break as he found himself tied seated to a hard very solid wooden armchair for a while now. Right after he had been restrained he was pissed on by several streams from different direction. He could only guess that he had been a urinal for at least 12 piss loads so far - give or take. And take he had. He swallowed piss until he thought he would puke - some mild most rank and full of 'flavor' With no sight he couldn't begin to guess how many different cocks had fucked him but he knew many were thick and long. If he had to guess 10 men had fucked him - off and on - and most had eventually cum inside of his ass. A few made him beg for it but so far only Patch had informed Adam that he was toxic. For no reason he could understand - as he sat there cold and wet from the piss - he started to get a rock hard cock thinking of that toxic load. He could have taken 10 toxic loads for all he knew - but Patch had been the first and after he had whispered into Adam's ear more than a few times about how many stds he had in cnthe past and guessing at what stds were in the room. Patch said he was gonna breed Adam again but only after Master Bob had taken off his blindfold - so that Adam could see every moment of the fuck. What Adam new for sure was that Patch's cock was as thick as a beer can but only 5 to 6 inches long. He made Adam suck it for a long time after he bred his ass and while his nameless friend had fucked him hard. The first nameless guy who was with Patch may have been black = he just had a manner of speaking. Plus he had a true black cock - long and thick and he liked to pull right out and slam back in deep - like many black tops in vids Adam had seen. The rest of the cocks were varied - many thick - many long. Most had made Adam clean their cocks after - Adam realized soon that the uncut cocks held the most cum and ass- Adam was far from clean and the tops all made it clear - he would be responsible for removing any filth from their fuck sticks. One of the tops had tried to fist Adam and may have gotten his hand in but Adam screams at the sudden invasion - lubed only with the random cum loads inside him - had stopped the fist from doing more than a few punches before it was replaced with a fat cock and his mouth was silenced with another cock that tasted of smeg and piss and cum and ass. A few times he had the indignity of being rolled onto his back on the floor and a very large - grossly fat ass sat full force onto his face - indignity of having to smell and taste each and with one he found himself close to passing out due to lack of oxygen. He came to only when someone slapped him hard 4 or 5 times across the face - followed by a steam of piss into his mouth and down his body to his rock hard cock. The laughter and jokes about how he was also a choke pig resonated with Adam. He had tried breath play alone - auto-erotic asphyxiation as it was termed online... but now he knew - having no control over anything - not even his own breath was a world Adam craved to live in forever. His cock was mostly ignored save for a few times someone used a form of clamp over the foreskin when he was semi-hard - making full erection painful until it was removed. His nads had much more attention. He had them slapped, punched and even kicked a few times. But, the most notable Ball play and currently his favorite was when one man was fucking Adam bent over the wooden box and then reached around and grabbed Adams ball-sack tightly with one hand and twisted. Simultaneously he grabbed the back of Adams hair and bent him back so that he had full control over Adams body as he came to climax. Adam was sure his nuts were going to be ripped off his body the moment the man came because the twisted tug on his balls became a vice grip. When he was done he squeezed adam so hard he again almost passed out - the pain was more exciting knowing the tops were laughing and plotting additional 'tests' of his limits. His nipples were still clamped with something like massive roach clips and both were raw if not bleeding - he was sure of it. He had been spanked and beaten with various leather objects - and shortly before this 'break' he had found himself on - he had been restrained by his hands above his head - feet just at tip-toe touching the cement floor. and he had been used as punching bag. Not hard enough to cause major internal bleeding (he hoped) but enough to let him know his tight fit body was still just a piece of meat for the men in this room. it was during this last play that he had been kicked in the nuts and lost footing - spinning around as fists punched at his writhing body. He had never experienced such pain - or pleasure in his life and through it all he kept thinking randomly about Jason. Patch had suggested that Jason was hiv poz. the idea continued to excite Adam and he was feeling stronger feelings for Jason all the time. He knew that he was paying off a debt that was not just his but Jason's as well. Adam realized 3 things as he sat tied to the chair; One. He would do anything he was asked to do because he really cared for Jason - maybe even loved him. Two. He was a bug chaser He thought at first it was cum but now realized it was danger that had him most turned-on. POZ yes - a cock that was dripping with green/yellow puss - that he had only seen in pictures and a few vids online - that was his new bread and butter - or just butter! Three. Adam would be able to check off a lot of alphabet items soon. Cum Dump and CBT followed by Dildo for D - what would E be? Footsteps approached Adam's chair. "So Pig, I hear you enjoyed yourself with the men" - Master Bob was back Adam's head spun to where he believed Master Bob to be standing. "Sir Yes thank you Sir" Hands on his head - untying the blindfold. "Don't open your eyes Pig - after 5 hours you may need a few moments to adjust to the light. Hands began to untie Adam's arms from the chair - then his legs. "OK Pig - stand up" Adam stood - his legs gave out and he fell back into strong arms holding him upright. The arms gently bent him at the waist and he felt a hand touching his back... counting the tally? "Open your eyes" From his bent forward positon, Adam's eyes fluttered open - slowly he raised his head - and saw Master Bob standing in front of him. "So Pig, was it all you hoped?" Master Bob asked "Sir, Yes Sir" Adam replied. 'Thank you for letting me be a whore'. He began to straighten up and noticed the hands that held him - one on each forearm - were those of a black man. He could feel the warmth of a long cock against his butt cheeks and leaned back again allowing himself to be supported by this black man who's face he had not yet seen. Another figure moved into his view from the left and joined Master Bob - saying "He took it all and even begged for my load" - Patch's voice. Adam took in the entirety of the man - maybe 60 - wrinkled barely 5" but with a cock that looked like a pony was missing his manhood. From the lesions on his arms and legs Adam new - he was more than Toxic. He had Aids. As he stared he fixated mostly on that massive cock - and in doing so felt his own cock stirring. the cock in his buttocks also was hardening - pushing against his buttcrack - he pain still deep but mostly forgotten at this moment. Master Bob spoke "The tally is in - care to guess how many loads you took PIG?" "sir - Maybe 10 loads sir?" the 3 man laughed at that. "Try 17 loads. 15 Poz undetectable and 2 not on meds with a high viral count." Adam moaned and pressed back into the now rock hard black cock burning into his ass and back. "I made enough money off of your ass to pay off the drug debt and then some. When the pictures and videos are posted I have a feeling I am going to make some more cash." Adam had been unaware the events had been filmed but somehow this made him even hornier - his cock was rising to full power. He noticed that Patch was eying it closely. "Before I fuck you Pig - and I am going to fuck you - Finally. would you like to take one more load?" "Sir - oh yes Sir I would but Sir may I ask..." Adam faltered "what is it PIg? What do you want - What do you think you Deserve?" "Sir I deserve another Aids load Sir. Can Patch fuck me again sir?" Master Bob looked at Patch. then back at Adam. "Patch is sick like I said. This party may be his last chance before he starts to fail. He has asked to fuck a tight young negative ass - which he has done. He now wants to ride a big fat pole one last time. He wants you to fuck him. But Alex is also toxic (the black man Adam still had only been able to peek at in his peripheral vision). Adam did turn to see the black man - age unknown - but maybe 30 - tall and muscular - no signs of the aids ravages that showed on Patch. he reached back and felt a cock that had to be over 10 inches. In short order Alex was laying flat on his back on the floor - his over 10 inches (11 in fact) straight up and waiting. Adam did not make him wait long - he straddled Alex and sat down. The ass that had been torn to shreds was craving that black cock and the poison cum load he possessed. After he bounced up and down on that massive cock for a while Patch approached and motioned for Adam to lay back - he then faced Adam and squatted over Adams hard cock and sat down. The 3 of them moved back and forth locked together - Adam came first - and quite fast - but stuck between the 2 aids carriers he found himself fucking towards a second orgasm just before he did Alex let out a howl and let loose his toxic spunk into Adams destroyed ass chute. Patch stood up Adam's first and second load starting to run out of his ass - he turned and squatted over Adams face... adam looked at the hole - saw the lesions, saw the open sores on the ass he had just fucked... saw his cum dripping out - yellow and stained from ass juice... and he dove his face into that aging aides hole and sucked like it was a hash pipe. Patch moaned and turned to push his fat log of a cock into Adam's mouth and let loose a load that tasted both thickly salty and also bitter and heavenly. Adam then turned and sucked clean Alex's massive cock - again tasting more cum - more ass and more than a little blood - his ass really was torn to shreds. Adam moved over to a ragged couch against the far wall - hanging above it was a blackboard with one word - the word that Adam had not had to cry out - the safety word... but Adam did not want a safety word. He wanted this - This life.. danger - toxic loads - anything he could get - he needed this life. Thinking he could only be happier if he had Jason there at that moment, Adam began to doze off. When he awoke - no idea how long he had slept - Patch and Alex were gone. Master Bob was sitting in the wooden chair that previously Adam had been tied to and pissed on. Master Bob was dressed in a leather outfit that proclaimed his role load and clear... MASTER! "OK Pig - play time is over. Now you learn the true meaning of being a PIG slave" then he yelled out 'JASON!" and Jason walked into the basement. Adam leapt from the couch and moved to embrace Jason. As they approached each other Jason's knee came out and slammed into Adam's balls. Adam let out a high wail squeak and fell to the hard cement - unable to breath. Jason spoke in a tone that dripped with contempt and anger. "Remember your fucking place PIG. You are Master Bob's slave. You will address him and only him and ONLY when he has addressed you first.... Do you understand?" "Sir" Adam squeaked out the word and tried again - "Sir, Yes sir I am sorry Sir" "OK PIG" Master Bob said. "I am going to fuck you as soon as you have been marked as my slave. Sit in the chair. Adam dragged his body up of the ground - he was wracked with pain from his ass and nuts and the whipping earlier - but with as much strength as he could muster he moved to the chair and sat down. Jason immediately began to tie him to the chair arms and hands. Adam was confused because he knew he could not be fucked in this position. Then he saw Master bob move a wheeled metal table over towards where Adam sat and Jason worked to tie the ropes to each limb. On the table were a large assortment of shiny knives, saws needle like objects, 2 devices that each had an electrical cord running across the room to a plug. "What do you think Jason?" Master Bob asked. "Do we pierce that fat cock of his first or do we tatt him with the toxic label first?" Jason chuckled low and evil and moved to the table - picking up an assortment of wires. "Well Master Bob Sir, I thank you for asking me my humble opinion - and in my less than worthless opinion I think electro-shock should be used first - then the prince albert and finally we can tattoo him" Master Bob laughed and said "Now I know why I never seem to bore of you Jason... Ok lets begin". They both began to attach the electrodes to Adam's body - concentrating on his nuts balls and tits. The device was turned on - an electrical whine was low but audible. Jason leaned in to look at Adam eyes to eyes... "OK Pig - this is gonna hurt - you may piss yourself but we are gonna get through this". Master Bob moved over to the couch and in one wipe of his hand the word Jupiter vanished from the chalk board. "That's better" Master Bob said. "Can't have him give up at this stage" Adam's safe word was gone... and as he realized the entirety of what this meant - he felt something like millions of ants across parts of his body - and realized also that knowing he had no 'OUT' that his cock was throbbing fully erect and dripping pre-cum. He was ready... more to cum?

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...

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