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PART 2 Chris and his new roommates spent the rest of the day cleaning and organizing. They had pizza that night sitting on the floor. Fortunately, his two new friends were going to make a run back to their home town for a sofa and some other missing necessities. Still, it was pretty awesome. 18 and in a new apartment with two good guys and right next to campus. This was better than the dorm maybe. And he would have more freedom. And less questions. He kept thinking about that guy from the store, Kevin. He was so hot and obviously gay. Chris knew that this area around here adjacent to the college was known as a gay friendly neighborhood. Chris fell asleep thinking about all the hot guys that must live around his new place. Maybe a walk around to just explore a little while his roomies are away, Chris thought as he faded off. The roomies hit the road early and Chris took his time making breakfast and then throwing on his clothes for a run. Intent on a workout and not getting lost, he stuck near the school and circled around campus before heading back a hot sweaty teen mess. By now it was a little after lunchtime and after a quick rinse off, Chris decided to check out the patio and maybe get a little sun. They would have to get some patio furniture for back here, he thought as he slid open the sliding door and eyed a spot to set his towel down. The sun felt great on his body, perfect in just his swim trunks. As he stepped out and flapped his towel down onto the cement, he could hear a radio and someone, a guy obviously, humming along. As the fences were not that high between units, Chris could see his neighbor was definitely there and had the screen door open. Not wanting to seem nosey, Chris prepared to let his new neighbor enjoy his patio in solitude, and sat back with his hands resting supporting him as he leaned back. The guy might think he was rude if he just leaned over and stared or something, Chris laughed to himself. Hearing a creak, it was obvious the neighbor was in the backyard and moving or adjusting. Just then he heard a voice thru the fence, “is that my new neighbor over there? If it is, you better stand up and and say hi!”, said a friendly and definitely gay sounding voice. Chris stood up, a little nervous, just as the neighbor peeked over the fence, which only was maybe chest high. The look on Chris’s face was one of pure shock. The neighbor just smiled. “Well, I was hoping to see you again. Didn’t I just get lucky?”, said the neighbor. “Kevin!”, was all Chris could blurt out. “You remembered my name. I like that. I remember yours too, Chris. Now here, come on over, meet your neighbor, be neighborly And all that.” As he said that, Kevin unlatched a gate at the end of his patio and pointed at the identical gate Chris had. By opening them both, one could just basically go from unit to unit. As Chris entered Kevin’s side, he first took in that a finished patio with plants and some chairs and lounges made a huge difference and Chris made a note to cooy this patio as much as he could. Then he looked and took in Kevin, who was wearing the tiniest speedo style bathing suit Chris has seen. And how it was holding him in was a miracle of fabric. Kevin’s bulge was giant. Chris knew he had stared too long and turned red in embarrassment. Kevin being a twice Chris’s age and experienced, took it all in. The hunger was obvious in Chris’s eyes. Kevin loved living near the college. Chris wasn’t the first 18 year old he had had as a visitor, but he was special, Kevin thought. What a sexy young stud. His body was perfect, lean and strong, his ass cheeks must be fabulous, Kevin imagined. And he knew he would find out. Chris’s eyes had betrayed him. He was a little faggot just waiting to discover himself. Kevin couldn’t wait to show him, but he wanted him eager, desperate even. I know he wants me, Kevin told himself, but let’s make him need it. Something was telling Kevin this boy could be special. The lust and the time that boys eyes had spent on his bulge told him Chris might be all bottom, Kevin’s favorite type. Boys that hungry and horny gave in quickly. Usually so hungry he didn’t have to spend much, if any time, convincing them to let him fuck them his way. The only way Kevin liked to fuck. Raw. Bareback. All of this flashed thru Kevin’s mind in just a few seconds, as he reached out and put a hand on Chris’s shoulder. “Why don’t we go inside and get out of the sun for a moment and that way we can get to know each other a little without everyone around us listening to us gossip on the patio”, Kevin laughed, adding “I bet you are going to be such a good neighbor.” Chris was nervous as hell, but unable to summon any resistance. As he was led in, Kevin pointed to the couch and turned around and shut the sliding door. Walking towards the sofa, his cock stirred a little. He wasn’t sure yet, and he was prepared to be patient drawing this boy in, but something was telling him he might not need to wait. This kid seemed starving for man sex. And it was driving Kevin wild. More and more, he was sure Chris was going to be special, a little cumslut. His new fuck toy.

Payback’s a Birch (and so is my Brother) Part 6 I leaned in and kissed Tyson forcing my tongue down his throat just before I told him, “Bro, when this weekend of over, your ass is going to be bleeding com.” I then gave my little bro another slam and proclaimed, “The neg, straight, jock boy is open for breeding.” With Tyson’s drugged up jock body secured I the sling I watched as one by one my friends each took a turn at his ass. I made sure he was constantly high reducing him too nothing more than the cum dump I him to be. The only sound heard from him were moans of pleasure and the occasional response when the guy fucking him was ready to breed him to which my bro would almost beg for the top to shoot inside his ass. By the time the last guy left Tyson was ready for a break. We helped him out of the sling, upstairs and into a hot shower before I have him something to knock his ass out for a while. We all needed some rest before we'd start pimping his ass out at the various bathhouse's. Tyson sleep a good 12 hours before he finally woke up sandwiched between myself and Rod. He quickly realized that all three of us were naked. I was sure he could feel my had cock near his ass as we began to move about. What he want prepared was my grabbing him by the waist and pulling him towards me. His first instinct was one of resistance, but as the tip of my cock touched his still com soaked hole a switch flipped and the pussy boy we created suddenly pushed back to get as much of my raw cock inside him as he could. He moaned out as my cock bottomed out balls deep. Rod flipped around giving Tyson access to his morning wood while he had access to Tyson’s semi hard cock. We were a little surprised with all the Tina he had over the weekend that he was able to get hard at all, but sure enough he was spouting a decent hard on. With my cock lodged in his ass and Rod starting to suck Tyson’s growing cock, that left Rod's morning wood directly in front of my brother’s face. He seemed to open his mouth on instinct as he began to suck Rod’s cock. At first just taking the to into his mouth. Then little by little he began to go deeper and deeper until he had the entire shaft moving in and out of his throat. Rod took a moment to praise Tyson on his cock sucking skills, “That’s it jock boy, eat that dick. You know you want that dirty cum of mine for breakfast.” By now Tyson and I were really going at it. He was working his ass to meet every thrust I made. I could feel every muscle in his ass flexing as he worked to get me to cum. With Rod’s cock lodged in his throat I was sure he couldn’t say much, but I had plenty to say, “Looks like little bro is starting to like cock. I can tell your ass is hungry for another load of my special cum and from the lack of sounds your making your wanting a nice protein breakfast.” Shortly after that was said I felt the familiar tingle if the impeding orgasm and with the silks my brother was demonstrating I was sure Rod wasn’t far behind me. I felt Tyson’s ass spasm as he began to shoot his load down Rod's throat. Rod sent me over the edge as I began to fill Tyson’s ass. Tyson didn’t have to wait long before he was greedily swallowed every drop of Rod’s cum.

Finally finally finally got the house to myself in the mornings again. Kids were off due to snow and then tons of errands and appointments to get them to. But today I was finally free to host. Thankfully the top who gave me my first true, sight unseen anon load was available. This time though I was bent over bare ass naked for him in my living room. He showed up, gently played with my ass and hole before getting up in me. He pumped me good and would then get balls deep and grind around and then slowly pump. I was in heaven. Finally he moaned and started orgasming a good hard load deep in me. He climbed off grabbed a towel wiped off and left. Now I have a cum soaked hole horny for more. Cock. Hope I have one other update soon.

Part 1 Chris felt lucky to have found his new apartment. After a last minute decision to switch schools, he had missed out of guaranteed housing and had scrambled with some other kids to find a place together near campus. Chris was happy he had switched schools. It felt like a better fit here and he was also closer to home, not that he was gonna miss high school. It had been ok and he had friends and stuff, but Chris had a secret his friends and family didn’t know about: Chris was gay. Sure, he kept up appearances and his friends all thought he was straight, but Chris knew what he loved, and hoped now that he was on his own and in a new city, he could maybe explore a little. At 5 10” and 165, with an athlete’s build and still with his summer tan, he looked good. His two new roomies that he was still getting to know told him he was “gonna get tons of pussy” this year and Chris had gone along with it. No way did Chris want them to know he liked guys. He was gonna have to make sure he was careful. Not that he had much experience to begin with, just a few hurried mutual blowjobs. And really, hadn’t it been him really being the one giving more than getting? Not that he minded that, it was more the person he had sucked, a boy from his school. Chris didn’t want a boy. Chris wanted a man, a hot older guy. The apartment building was small and each unit had a courtyard that attached to it in the back. They were fenced but it wasn’t hard to see through,. Chris and his roommates had met the neighbors on the left., a group of girls in their second and third years. They had just giggled when Chris and the guys asked about their other neighbor, answering it was a guy who apparently lived alone. The girls also added the strange comment that the guy would also almost certainly like having college guys as neighbors, with whom he could hang-out. Chris was amazed at how many things a new apartment required. He made it to the store and quickly went through the list of item he had compiled as being essential. Walking through the store, his eyes focused on his list, and and not paying attention to his situation, Chris bumped right in to somebody. Flustered, Chris immediately looked up and began to apologize profusely. He immediately became tongue tied as he looked at just who he has bumped into. Kevin was 44 and proudly gay. And proudly hot. His 6 3” frame was that of a perfect swimmers build. His dark greying hair was close cropped and he had the sexiest mustache. His tank top clung to his body and his jeans cut offs were cut to show off the hottest legs and biggest looking bulge Chris had ever seen.. “I’m.... i’m so sorry. I totally wasn’t looking at all...” Chris blurted out. Kevin took the young man in, looking up and down, noticing that Chris was staring at his crotch, and smiled. “Well, you look so busy! And don’t you worry about it.” Kevin said, adding in a whisper, “a cute boy like you can bump into me anytime.” Chris went bright red. This guy was like perfect, Chris thought to himself, and he just basically said I am cute. Chris laughed nervously and again nervously blurted, “ I AM really sorry. I just moved here and getting ready to start school and my first apartment and it’s just a lot of stuff." The guy gave a chuckle remarking “Well, welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Kevin. It’s very nice to meet you. We needed a cute guy to move in to the neighborhood, so thanks!” Kevin joked. “Thanks, i’m Chris. It’s great here so far. I really like it,” Chris replied, his eyes again falling to those jean cutoffs. “Well Chris, I really hope I see you around., “ said Kevin as his eyes again swept up and down. Kevin was tempted to just ask the boy to come home with him, but his senses told him this boy wasn’t ready for an aggressive push. But Kevin also knew when a boy wanted cock and he knew that Chris was one of those boys. He made a note to do his shopping at this store more often and continued down the aisle. Chris couldn’t wait to get out of the store. He thought everybody knew and had been watching him lust after Kevin. Not to mention, he wa rock hard. He had never had a reaction like that and didn’t trust himself... it was like he was about to lose control being around Kevin. He wanted him that bad. Driving back to the apartment, all he could think about was Kevin and being Kevin’s boy, as Kevin had referred to him.

I had arranged a hook up on Grindr with a young versatile guy. When I got there the lights were off and the guy was naked on the couch. I undressed and started sucking, alternating between his cock and his nipples. In the process I discovered that he also enjoyed kissing. He was playing with my asshole and enjoyed the fact I was already well lubed. We had been making out on the couch for about 20 minutes when, much to my surprise, I felt a hard cock at my back door. When I didn't pull away, the new guy apparently figured I was okay with it and pushed in the the hilt in a nice and steady thrust. Let's say he was a respectable size. I felt the burn. Meanwhile the young versatile guy pushed me down and made it clear I was to suck his cock while the other guy would fuck my ass. It was an almost perfect spit roast. Every thrust of the guy in my ass forced me down on the first guy's cock. This went on for ten, maybe fifteen minutes when the guy fucking my ass started moaning and grunting, pushing all the way in, hard, filling me with his load. (When I got home I discovered just how big a load he gave me.) Afterwards we lay there, enjoying the relaxing environment as we recovered. I'm hoping to be seeing the second guy again sometime soon. I still feel the burn.

This is my first try at writing a story. I have been so blessed and turned on by the gifts others have given us in their stories, their time and imagination, I thought I would try and do the same. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part one, the background... I grew up the youngest child of a conversative preacher. There was quite a difference in age between my age and that of my siblings. My siblings were also different from me as they also were quite smart and outgoing, and were, like my parents, darkly complected. In contrast I was different as I was shy, naive, trusting, polite, tall, blond, blue. Occasionally someone would tell me I was very handsome and well built, but I knew I was clearly not the brightest kid around, particularly as more than once I was teased about my lack of brain power. I was, however, great in sports and was confident my athletic abilities would get me a scholarship to get away so I could make something of myself. After my Dad took off with a woman from his church, things turned rough for us. My Mom was the talk of the town, utterly devastated by my Father's duplicity. Not surprisingly she retreated into herself. The familial turmoil didn't affect my siblings to the degree it hit me as they were all older, done with college and moved away and had families of their own., so I found myself looking outside of my family for a sense of balance, and I found it in a neighbor who lived just down the street. Mr. C. was a single man, and, aside from having the nicest house, nicest cars, owning several pizza stores, and seemingly having and endless stream of sexy women visitors, the guy was my idol. He even looked like me I always thought, so I fantasized about me having his life. My Dad always talked badly about him, but Mr C was always super nice to me when I would ride by on my bike or stop and talk to him. Mr. C had told me a few times that once I turned 18, I could work at one of his pizza places making deliveries and helping out with clients. Things started to look up. I had been held back one year so I was just starting my senior year in high school and it was my 18th birthday and then I got the letter I had hoped for: a full athletic scholarship to the state university and a cherished full ride scholarship to play hockey and track and field for them. While in high school I had been a really good left defense man, and, after running high hurdles and pole vaulting to new heights, I held the state record, so when one quite warm Saturday afternoon in early summer shortly after graduation I received the letter from the state university offering me an athletic scholarship, I was on top of the world - only for my Mom to announce she was broke. Immediately realizing I would need to find a job to make some money to spend while at school, I recalled Mr. C’s offer to work for him, so I quickly biked down to his house, panting heavily from the exertion of biking in the heat, and, having dropped the bike, I did a dog trot to his back yard where I found him shirtless, cleaning his pool. I had never seen him without a shirt so I was startled to realize his well-developed chest was covered with a thick coating of fur, and his nipples - well can I say? They were absolutely huge. I was so startled, in fact, I found myself involuntarily staring at his chest for several seconds, long enough, in any event, Mr. C. snapped his fingers and said “Pup, Pup, what’s going on? Why are you staring?” A slight digression. My nickname growing up was 'pup' because although I was shy and kind of awkward, I was always so eager and happy to see my friends, which led someone to announce I acted like an excited puppy.... so the nickname 'Pup' stuck. Back to my story, I apologized and said “I am sorry Mr C., I don’t mean to stare, but I always thought you would be smooth and your nipples are huge.” He laughed and asked “Why would you think that, Pup?” Turning beet red I replied "Well, I always thought of myself as a junior version of you, but I'm as smooth as a melon." Chuckling he responded "Yes, well, sorry to disappoint, and yes, I'm sure your nipples are not like mine." I blushed more but responded "Well, your fur is awesome actually and for the nipples, mine are certainly bigger than anyone else’s in gym class, but no, they are not like yours, but I do play with them a lot.” His eyes wide Mr. C. asked "You what, Pup?" My face downcast in embarrassment, and my cheeks flushed a bright shade of red, I managed to reply "Oh, sorry, I sometimes just blurt things out. I shouldn’t have said that. I am sorry Mr. C., but since Dad took off, and all my brothers have moved out of the house, I don't generally have anyone to talk to about things so I tend to forget my filter. Again, sorry. That was definitely TMI." He put his pool cleaning equipment down, walked over to me, and, placing two fingers under my chin, raised my head up, saying "Lukas, look me in the eyes." Complying, his beautiful blue eyes locked onto mine when, with quiet intensity he said “I'm always here to talk to.... about anything,” giving me a smile that reached his eyes. Still locked by his beautiful eyes, a wide cheesy grin blossomed on my face. Approving, Mr. C. ran his fingers through my hair murmuring "You're a good pup. I'm glad to see you smile." Now feeling a bit less awkward, I asked if I could help him and maybe chat with him for a few minutes. "I can always use a helper, Lukas. This pool demands a lot of work." Following his example, I peeled my shirt off and couldn't help but notice he was taking in my chest, so I wasn't not particularly embarrassed when he commented "You know, Lukas, you are right. Your pecs are impressive. It looks all that time in the gym over the summer has done well by you.” "Thanks, Mr. C., I've been working out a lot, and while initially thought the effort would be pointless, after a few weeks even I could see what was happening." Then, taking a deep breath and after a moment of silence to collect my thoughts, I continued asking “Mr. C, do you remember saying that.... well saying maybe.... well maybe I could work at one of your stores when I turn 18?” "Yes, I do, Lukas," Mr C. replied with a noc. "Well today is my 18th birthday and I got accepted to the State University next fall with a hockey and track and field scholarship and really will need some money." Stepping over to my location, Mr. C. gave me a high 5 and then surprised me by lifted me off the ground, which was no small feat as I was 6’2”, but I guess as he had two or three inches on me, and his build was impressive, he had little trouble lifting me. Afterwards he put me back on my feet, and, placing his hands on either side of my face, he pulled me in for a hug and, possibly, a fatherly kiss on my forehead. “I knew you could do it Lukas. I am so proud of you.” It says volumes that Mr. C. was the first person to congratulate me on the scholarship. My Mom hadn't even given much of a response, so it's understandable I found myself grinning ear to ear, basking in the pride Mr. C. emanated. "Pup, did you know I played defense on the hockey team at the State University when I was in undergrad?” “Awesome, I had no idea,” I responded. “Yeah, actually I saw my old Coach Tony in town a few weeks ago. He mentioned he was in town to interview you,” Mr C said. “Wow, really? What a small world it is,” I said. “Yep. I told him, you are a great kid and you work really hard to really please him, the donors and the school." ”Holy cow Mr. C. Thank you so much. I am not sure how I could ever repay you." Mr C. smiled as he assured me "Pup, I know you will not disappoint me. And about the job, hey, what would think of coming to work for me now that you are 18?” It was now my turn to hug him, saying “Gosh Mr C, this is the best day of my life. Thank you so much." "The day is just getting started. I had someone quit last night. It might not seem like much of a gift, but if you could work tonight, it would really help me out." A huge smile on my face I replied "Are you kidding Mr. C? This is the best gift I could ever have received. Of course I will.” Giving me a warm but brief hug, Mr. C. responded "Oh, Pup, we will see if there isn’t another special and wonderful gift waiting for you later.” Hearing that, I hugged him even tighter and then broke the hug and helped him finish cleaning the pool. When we were done and putting the tools away Mr. C. commented "Show up at the store on Front Street at 5:00 PM. I'll meet you there and have a uniform for you." Hearing his message, however, I was somewhat dismayed and answered, "Oh, crap, Mr. C. I don’t have a car." “No worries, son. We'll take my car, and you can use it until you get one. Meet me here at 4:30." I got on my bike, and before riding off replied "Yes Sir. See you at 4:30, Mr C.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Next, part 2. My first night on the job and learning the ropes. I promise.... the gifts of the job offer and other goodies will soon be unveiled.

If you ever had fucked with someone you found "repugnant" ( for some reasons, maybe repulsive face, homeless, bastard, rude men, offensers, disrespectful...), did you accept them to enter inside you, if so, what about to getting creampie from them? Is it OK taking a ugly top's load inside your sex and let him reproduced inside your most intimate place? Asking for this cause since Last year I'm "choosing" tops that I normally would never let fuck me, uncovered sexual contact teases, got those cocks pressed against my hole, help them to slide "half way" in and make some moves or eventually going balls deep for some seconds ( "fake fucking" my hole before asking to pull out. I don't want this to happen to me and had them to fuck my hole, just want them to know how ring and pussy felt. So, Last week, did it with that man that I've refused before, surprised him giving him the access. Let him pounded it longer than expected. Even if I do no love him and extremely dislike him, I've never need someone's semence so hard, I really appreciated it. So, we fucked for real, kissed passionately, already making love like he was the Best man in the world. I promised to let him to have my pussy totally Next week and make him reproduced into it, most of all, I will let him sleep in me (cock in my cunt, tongue and saliva in my mouth) and I'm terrified I will damaged my self esteem and no more love myself after this. How to deal with it if I have regrets after it? Problems when you are a too much emotional bottom...

This is a re-write of an earlier story a few months back as I felt I didn't do it justice. Hope you like this one. Part 1 - Legal & Ready That Saturday afternoon he sat naked with just the towel covering his modesty, the silence in the steam room was frequently interrupted by the vent of lightly scented steam being released, a few seconds later it shrouded his young body in a mythical mist as droplets of sweat ran from his neck and across his chest. Ethan placed the palm of his hands on his smooth chest and rubbed it in, he guessed that was what you was suppose to do after all it was his first time in a bathhouse. Deep within the mist shuffling could be heard which signalled that he was not alone, but the dense mist made it impossible to make anything out, he rested his head back and closed his eyes savouring the light floral scent in the steam, his thoughts on what to do if someone made a move on him. He had never had a sexual encounter with a man before and he desperately needed something to happen, but for now he relaxed and enjoyed the heat in the steam room. Ethan would be celebrating his 18th birthday on Saturday and as a present to himself decided that he would finally venture out of his conservative family surroundings and in to the gay world. He lived with his parents in Sterling Ridge part of Harrison in Westchester County. His father Jack was a successful business lawyer and his mother Ellie, well if they had a series called Housewives of Westchester then she would be the starring role. His sister was the apple in the eye and could do nothing wrong. Ethan though was ruled over like an iron fist, throughout his child hood his movements and actions were carefully planned maximising his education, his father had already decided that Ethan would be taking the legal route. To be fair he was actually pretty good at it, smart and passing all his exams with flying colours. Albeit he was a frustrated closeted teenager, he was only allowed to attend specific parties with other families who lived in Sterling Ridge, but as he hit 16 he had a little more freedom but still kept by the rules, he was able meet up with his small circle of college friends. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Ethan was a catch and his mother was lining up local girls that he should become acquainted with, mostly to elevate the families social standing in the community. Ethan stood an average five feet eight inches, perfectly built with a natural muscle tone for his age, his blond hair and blue eyes gave an almost Hollywood appeal. The best part was that he looked much younger for his age and packed a nifty seven and half inches in his underwear. It had been a long week at college and finally Friday was here, he sat in the sunshine with his two closest friends Ben and Javier who were all planning their weekend activities and keen to find out what Ethan was doing to celebrate his birthday. He told them they would celebrate the following week as he had plans with his family already. Three older guys walked past and said hello, one of the guys Adam was in many of Ethan's classes and he only knew him to say hello to and nothing else. Ethan made eye contact with Adam who smiled and walked off quickly chatting to the two other lads. Adam turned to his friends commenting "I do wonder about Ethan and if he is sitting on the fence." Tony glanced back at Ethan and then to Adam "Dude I could so trash his ass" the three laughed. "Not until I have had him" Adam lightly punched Tony as they continued on their way. Tony ruffled Adam's hair remarking "I don't think he is even legal yet." The three laughed out loud and Adam glanced back at Ethan which didn't go unnoticed by him and his friends. Ben shook his head "What was that all about?" "My brother has told me some stories about those three" Javier replied. Ethan looked at Javier "What do you mean?" looking curiously at him. Javier laughed "Better watch your back Ethan don't bend over in the shower or you might get a surprise." Ben laughed loudly "Seriously, I heard the same thing" he said looking at Javier who nodded. "How come I never find out these things? Anyway Adam is on the baseball team he is to straight to be gay," Ethan replied. Javier laughed "It's not baseball balls he likes to play with." Ethan sat there and wondered if they knew, no how could they, was he giving off some invisible gaydar signal. He brushed it off thinking that there was no way Adam would know, but then he wouldn't mind if he did as Adam was one of his fantasy encounters. Classes over for the week Ethan said his farewells to Ben and Javier and walked the 20 minutes home, he wanted to get his assignments done as they were due Monday morning so he headed to the study to make a start. He was halfway through when his mother walked in. "Ethan have you decided what you want to do this weekend?" she sat opposite him. He looked up "If you don't mind I would like to go out with my college friends." putting his pencil down. She looked at him and smiled "Well if your sure, we are going to beach house at the Hamptons if you want to join us." Ethan smiled, he did love it there but he replied "I'd love to, Mom, but I have too many assignments I need to get finished." She stood up "Of course, dinner will be ready in an hour" she replied standing up and turning to leave the study. Ethan went to his room early and got his laptop out, he had already done some research on the web and found a bathhouse that was easy to reach from Harrison and just on the outskirts of the Bronx, best part was that it was reachable by train. Ethan would watch a lot of gay sex clips on pornhub, usually whilst enjoying a little masturbation at the same time, he would pay particular attention to the act of penetration and how they seemed to enjoy it. Ethan was lulled in to a false sense of understanding that taking a cock would glide seamlessly in, something he would later find out to be untrue in many ways. He was looking at the bathhouse website, the place looked pretty clean and welcoming and he now knew the route to the building from the train station off by heart and that it would only take 10 minutes to walk. His anticipation and excitement was growing, he would be far enough away from Harrison but still close enough for regular visits if it goes well. He hit the back button on his browser and scrolled down the search engine results and found a page that had reviews for the bathhouse so he clicked on the link to see what people said about the place. The first few reviews were pretty standard 'Great place to chill out, clean and friendly' and 'Busy place and notorious breeding ground', he thought for a moment before realising it must mean plenty of sex going on. He continued reading some other reviews until he hit a rather peculiar one 'Nailed by the Angel of Death, holy fuck was it good, tried for a second round but refused access to the cock', he read it again thinking it was a rather strange review but then read the next one 'Great mix of hot guys but way to many tops vying for bottoms to breed'. He sat there looking at the screen, hindsight would have been a great thing at the time but when sensibility, adrenaline and lust clash, sensibility had no chance of winning and so it was with Ethan as his cock was pointing up ready to hoist a flag on. Above all his naivety he had learnt a bit about men and the dangers of the gay community, more specifically around biohazard and scorpion tattoos and what they signified. Angelo closed the lid of his laptop and headed out of Manhattan back to Larchmont after the business meeting. At 25 he was a successful software designer who put himself through education and developed one of the most sought after business to business software products, so much so that he only licensed it to companies he liked in order to keep it relatively exclusive so the could leverage a premium on licensing. Companies paid top dollar for it making Angelo a little money so he had moved himself out of the Bronx to the exclusive Larchmont coastal suburb. An extremely attractive guy who stood six foot and of Puerto Rican descent, on the outside he was professional, pleasant and simply looked like sex on legs. Underneath he was powerfully built with amazing biceps and six pack you could grate carrots on, he worked out in his home gym every day. Both arms adorned with tattoo sleeves and across his back a fallen Angelo holding two biohazard signs. Angelo had been poz since he was 17, at first he bottomed for many Latino men in the Bronx but by 19 he was topping and breeding unsuspecting guys, he found he liked nothing more than sharing his gift. He kept a close eye on his viral load which was bordering just under 700k, for some strange reason his CD4 count had only lowered by 100 keeping him pretty healthy. His eight inch cock was quite thick and of ample proportion, his balls hung low enough to get a good slapping sound going when fucking hard and deep, plus they were built to deliver copious amounts of toxic seed, some guys referred to him as the 'Tap' due to the amount that would fire repeatedly from his cock. For him his life was almost complete but the one thing that alluded him was a lover, men just wanted him for his reputation and could not see past the outside to the real Angelo. As he walked in the front door his mobile phone rang, the company he just met with wanted to sign the contracts tomorrow and asked if he could make it in to town for 10am, of course he was going to as this would be his biggest customer yet and would make sure he was set up for life. He placed his mobile down on the dining room table and smiled thinking that as a celebration he would head to the Bronx bathhouse in the afternoon on the way back to see if there was any new ass to breed. Saturday morning was awash with bright sunshine and the early June temperatures were set to rise to 25c, Ethan seriously considered changing his mind and going to their house in the Hamptons for some beach time. As he wandered downstairs the rest of the family were all set to leave but they were waiting for Ethan so that they could give him his birthday cards and presents. He stood outside the house waving the family off as they drove along the tree lined driveway on to the main road, Ethan turned and walked back inside closing the door behind him. He smiled to himself thinking that not only am I 18 today but I am also officially gay. He quickly finished the last of his assignments and headed out for the short 20 minute walk to Harrison station, it was a hot walk so he was glad to be in the air-conditioned carriage of the train as it rattled out of Harrison towards NYC and the Bronx. The short 25 minute journey gave Ethan time to think over how he play this afternoon out, he had read one of the reviews which advised if you don't want sex then keep your towel over your cock. He also remembered to look out for biohazard and scorpion symbols which were to be avoided at all cost, believing he was well prepared for his adventure he sat back and enjoyed the train ride. Before long the sprawling Bronx suburb was passing the windows as the train began to slow down coming to the station. Angelo shook hands with the CIO of the company as the memorandum of understanding was signed, he had done his due diligence by making sure that the company supported the community in specific areas so was happy with his decision. Angelo was a very complex character, on his business side he would only work with companies who gave back to the community and they had diversity policy especially with LGBT and racial equality. As he parted the CIO informed Angelo that he would get all the legal documents in place in a few weeks to be officially signed with legal representatives from both sides. Angelo walked towards the metro his mind on sex, his sexual side may be notorious, but his personal level was never shown to anyone outside of his own family or close friends. Angelo slipped beneath the streets of Manhattan to the subway and boarded the train towards the Bronx, he sat down smiling to himself about the deal, he chuckled every time he thought about the money involved but also shook his head in disbelief, one thing for certain he was going to buy his family a new house and move them to Larchmont as he had promised many times to his mother and father. Ethan turned the corner of the block and stood outside the front door of the bathhouse, he got a little jittery and watched for several minutes as a hot guy walked past and went inside consumed by the dark window less door. He told himself now or never Ethan, gingerly he took a few steps forward and reached his arm out to open the door. The warm air hit his face as he stepped inside only to be faced by a second door with a camera over the top and a button to the left. He tried the door but it was shut solid, he pushed the button and heard the lock on the door click. It was a heavy door that required some effort to push it open, as he stepped inside he found himself to be in a small reception room with a clerk standing behind the counter his name badge showing him as Brad, he was in his late 20's, tattooed and buffed with a blond pony tail and dazzling green eyes. "What can I do for you bud?" Brad asked looking Ethan up and down. Ethan had no idea what to say "Urrmm, bathhouse." Brad laughed "I need to see two forms of ID buddy to make sure your old enough." Ethan fumbled around and handed over his student and drivers cards "Here, actually I turn 18 today." Brad took the ID and was silent for a moment "Are you sure you want to be here?" Ethan looked stunned "Oh, what do you mean?" he asked. "Do you think you can handle yourself with all the men down there?" Brad asked looking Ethan in the eye. Ethan nervously laughed "I don't know, but I can keep my towel around my waist." Brad laughed again "Okay, I hope you know what your doing, here you need to sign this disclaimer." Ethan looked down "What does it mean?" "It just waivers our responsibility for anything you may get down there" Brad replied handing the pen to Ethan who sighed "Lawyers," as he signed the release, returning it and the pen back to Brad, asking "Do I pay now?" Brad smiled "$20 bud, then I let you in." "Here you go," Ethan handed over the bill and the door to his left clicked open. "Come through" Brad told Ethan. Ethan pushed open another heavy door and found himself inside a bar lounge area that was warm and pretty cosy. In the corner drinking sat a group of five men who gave Ethan furtive glances and watched as Brad handed Ethan two towels and a locker key and escorted him to the changing room. Brad pointed out the steam, sauna and private rooms on the lower floor along with the showers. Brad patted Ethan on the ass and told him to enjoy himself before turning to resume his duty at the bar and reception. Ethan looked around at the empty locker room and very shyly got undressed and placed his possessions in the locker along with the spare towel, carefully he secured the other towel around his waist and walked back in to the lounge area and handed Brad his locker key. "You all set bud?" Brad asked checking out Ethan. Ethan noticing this blushed "Yes" he looked Brad in the eye who gave him a smile and a wink. Brad watched Ethan make his way to the steps leading to the lower floor, his gaze utterly fixed on Ethan's ass through the towel, only to be interrupted by the door buzzer going off. Brad turned and headed back to attend to the new visitor. Brad grinned at seeing Angelo standing there "Angelo nice to see you, how are you?" Brad enquired smiling at him. "Good man, just closed some business and thought I would stop off on the way home" Angelo replied. "Just had a cute 18 year old arrive Angelo, first time and I think a virgin" Brad winked at Angelo. Angelo smirked and handed over his $20 bill and Brad let him through, he still had the biggest crush on Angelo and usually fumbled around whenever he was in the bathhouse. Brad leaned over the counter top and his thoughts floating away at the thought of being fucked by Angelo in a sweaty long passionate love making scene with him. He snapped back to reality, like most he knew Angelo was a one time fuck only, he never really could understand why he was like that. Brad smiled to himself thinking he was probably to scared of commitment or getting hurt. Angelo returned and handed Brad his locker key as he began to fumble around seeing this nearly naked fine specimen of a body stood in front of him. Angelo winked and smiled at Brad as he headed off towards to the steam room.

As a teenager I would cruise public bathrooms to find random strangers to suck and swallow his hot thick load of cum. The only thing better than sucking cock was that mouthful of cum to swallow. I was still in middle school and was already a cumhungry faggot. On slow days. I would sit back and jerk my cock to all the dirty storys on the bathroom walls. So many times Iyou see loads of cum on the floors. I would lay my hand on that cum. And use the cum as lube for my cock and jerkoff. I would lick my fingers just to get a taste of the load. I would think to myself. What would my friends or family think of me if they only knew what I was doing. I mean what kind of nasty pig would do such a thing. You know nothing about that cum on the floors. Who's cum was it? How long has it been on the floor? 5 minutes or all day. I didn't care. I was there to jerkoff and swallow cum. With my cock lubed up with a random load on the bathroom floor. I wanted cum in my mouth. I would get down on the floor, and start to sip and lick all the loads of cum on the bathroom floor. Just before I blew my load I would swallow the cum in my mouth. After I shot my load. I wanted nothing to do with cock or cum. I would rethink about what I just did. What a nasty boy I was. What would people think of me if they found out. But every time after that I found myself back down on my knees licking up someone's cum. When I was in high school I had a girlfriend. However I still wanted to swallow cum. When I turned 18 I could get into the porn store. When my girlfriend was working. I would head to the back video booths in the local porn shops. I would spend hours sucking all the cocks in the place. Just before closing time the place was slow. I would walk around and see loads of cum on the floor. Cum was everywhere. I still needed to jerkoff before my girlfriend got done work. I would find all the cum that guy's left behind and fill my mouth full of all that cum spit some on my cock and start jerking my cock off. Swallowing all that cum. Sometimes when I got home. My girlfriend would give me some head. She would ask me if I jerkoff already. I would ask why. She would say that my cock tasted like cum. I would tell herthat I jerkoff earlier. I can't tell her that my cock was covered in loads of cum I found on the floors and lubed my cock with it.

Hi. This is my first story in English. English is not my mother language or my 2nd either and I don’t live in an English speaking country. I hope it’s understandable. --------------------------------------------- It was summer and Sunday. I went out of town to get some sun and maybe a little action. In the forest there is a water that is regulated as a free area for naturists. At the very end is the area where the gay men are. Behind the water lies rock formation you can climb on and sunbathe. I walked up and down to the end of the it. The only access is from the gay nude area, so no one just pops in. I was out early and there was nobody else there. I found my favourite place, dressed off and lay down. Before I left home, I cleaned my hole properly, so after I had put on some sun cream, I put a but-plug in my hole. It was lovely just to lay there, and it did not take long before I fell asleep. After a while, I woke up that I heard someone talking together. I looked around and saw a couple that had settled about 7-8 meters away from me. I quickly recognized them as a profiled couple. They were both lawyers and while one worked as an attorney to the police, the other was a well-known business attorney. Everyone know they were a gay couple, but nobody talked about it. Unlike me, none of them had skipped an hour at the gym for the past 15 years. I never liked the gyms, but I walk a lot. If it’s just a 45 min walk to somewhere, I prefer to walk and not taking a car, bus, tram or train. I turned around thinking that I could get some sun on my back. These two were in another league than me but I could dream. Suddenly I realized somebody standing close to me. I looked at the side and saw that only one lawyer was in their place and he was looking in my direction. Caution, I tried to look behind me and saw that the other lawyer was kneeling straight behind me. I breathed deeply and thought what's happening now. Then I felt that he grabbed my butt plug and gently started turning it around. First a little to one side and look a little to the other side. Luckily it was well lubed. Without thinking about it, I started to moan. Soon he turned it around 360 degrees. Back and forth as he slowly began to pull on it gently. Then he let it go so that it was sucked in again. That's how he kept on for maybe 10 minutes or more and I did not manage not to moan all the time. He pulled it a bit longer out for each time. Suddenly he pulled it all out, and I felt empty. He bent down and took hold of my ass cheeks and I felt he started licking and kissing my ass. It was heavenly good, and I moaned loudly. Soon he first slipped first one, then two and three fingers into my hole while continuing to lick me. Suddenly he stopped, and I felt his dick against my hole. "With or without?" He asked. "I prefers without," I answered. Then I felt he was pushing a little more and his dick started slipping into my hole. I had no idea how big his cock was. All I knew was that it was thick, and it broke into me. Slowly, he pushed himself further and eventually he was completely in. Without knowing, I would say he was 17-18 cm long and more than average thick. He kept it still until I managed to relax. Slowly he began to pull it out and then push it back in. The other lawyer had now come over to us. He sat kneeling in front of me and presented his dick, so I should suck him. It was at least 20 cm long but maybe not as thick as the one that went faster and faster in and out of my body. I first took the dickhead in my mouth and let the tongue slip over his head and play with his piss hole. Slowly I took more and more of the dick into my mouth and finally I had got the whole of it into my mouth and down my throat. The fucker got more and more excited as I took his friend's dick farther into my mouth. He turned up tempo and he moaned loudly. Now he pulled the dick all out of my hole to ram it in again. Suddenly he groaned loudly and said. "Here's my gift!" His friend grabbed my head and held me fast with his cock down my throat, while I felt that the other's cock got even thicker and started splashing in me. After a while, he collapsed on my back while the other let my head go so, I could breathe again. We lay for a little while before he pulled out of me. The other lawyer got up and walked behind me. "Turn on your back," he commanded. I did as he said, and he lifted my legs and put them over his shoulders. Then I felt he started pushing his dick into me. He who had fucked me knelt at my head and I started cleaning his cock while the other started piling me faster and faster. He will not last so long, I thought. It took maybe 10 minutes before he pushed all the way in and I felt he emptied inside me. After a while he pulled out and placed my but-plug where it belonged. We were lying and breathing out. We talked a bit about everything before we exchanged phone numbers. The first one who fucked me was Paul and the other Simon. They told me that they both were HIV positive and that they were not currently on medication. If I had insisted on using condoms, they would have returned to their sunspot and left me alone. "Ready for some more fun?" one of them asked. "Obviously," I answered as I looked down on my dick. Paul turned around, so I had his dick in front of my face while he began to suck my dick. I took the hint and put me on top of him in a classic 69 position. Soon we lay there and sucked each other. It did not take long before I felt Simon grabbed my plug and pulled it out. He immediately started licking my ass and almost sucked out their sperm. After a while, I felt that he pushed his dick into me and began to fuck me. I was in heaven with a dick in my mouth, one in my ass and a mouth that sucked me according to all the rules of the art. It did not take a very long time before I knew I could not hold back anymore. Paul had sucked cock before and it was just about to surrender. He got me over the edge and I squashed into his throat. As a pure reflection, I tightened my ass, and Simon got over the edge and gave me his 2nd load. All of this got Paul over the edge and he started to pump into my mouth. Within 15 seconds all of us were over the edge. Simon collapsed on me and me on Paul. We turned over to the side and breathed out. We talked a little more and they understood that we did not live so far apart. I already know that but did not reveal it to them. After a while, I said thank you and headed home after a perfect Sunday in the forest. On Thursday I received an unexpected message from one of them. "Hi. We are going to have a sex party at our place on Saturday. He who was supposed to be bottom has become ill. Do you want to stand up as a party bottom? " I spent exactly 15 seconds reading the message 2 times and then I answered. "YES"

You’re in the process of becoming a total slut cumdump. It just may take u a while, but the thought of taking cock in your ass is strong and soon the thought of taking any repugnant cock will become so much stronger. Soon u will refuse no cock! Dont link some ugly guy’s looks to your self-esteem! Your self-esteem should go up that more and more men want your cum dump ass to breed in. Be thrilled to carry anonymous sperm in your ass. Trust me, the more u offer your ass, the more guys who will want it; hot guys, young guys, fat guys, old men! I take any man that wants to mount my jock ass from behind and stick their cock inside to breed. My goal is to get all their sperm! I’m doing a community service if an unattractive guy wants to breed me. Makes me feel great. My self-esteem is great!

Used to be a safe only guy, but started occasionally raw 5 years ago. Once I discovered what real as opposed to safe sex I soon chucked the condoms completely and started fucking and getting fucked like a real man. Only contact with condoms now is playing with used ones. Love everything about bareback and wish I had started long ago.

I read the entire thread and was disappointed nobody discussed the other side of this: when YOU'RE the one trying to make an initially anonymous encounter into a relationship or even just a FB setup, and you're denied. I met a guy from my city while we were both on a business trip, in the same hotel. He told me he lived only a few blocks away. We agreed to do a pitch dark walk in scene in his room, officially just to cuddle and make out, but his thick knob and mine wouldn't go down. The bareback was incredible, as was my chewing his hole. (I don't always love that, but his ass was totally slurpable.) He invited me to sleep over, so I did. He left the room for breakfast with his boss then we fucked again when he came back. So. Mind blowing sex. When I got home, I texted him. Making it clear I just wanted to suck that hole again, and definitely fuck. He was polite. But it never happened. Sure, you could hypothesize reasons. Maybe he's taken. Maybe he's closeted at home and gay on the road. Maybe it was only awesome for me (but no). Maybe I'm an ogre (I'm not). ? But I think he's one of you guys, asking how to keep anonymous anonymous. I don't totally get it. Sure it's hot, but being on the prowl is a lot of freaking work. Isn't it worth keeping a harem of known awesome FBs? Why would you turn this down, even if you can still get your anon on too? I noticed several of you wrote "I'm not looking to date, BUT I'm not exactly against it..." I would have to ask, what the hell do you want? Why turn it down if the stars seem aligned? To me it sounds like a recipe for staying single forever. For those who wanted it both ways like this, why?

I like my husband to suck my dick and when I cum in his mouth he spits the cum on my hole and fucks me with my own cum as lube. Even if he swallows and wants to fuck me after he blows me, of course I'm going to let him and after a few minutes of him slamming into me, I'm backing into his hard cock begging for more. I've never experienced boredom getting fucked and unless it's a huge dick, I've never experienced pain even after cumming and getting fucked after.

When I was young man, I craved older cock, so it doesn't surprise me at all. There's a certain father and son lust that is undeniable. I had sex with a lot of my dad's friends (and a couple of my friend's dads), what always surprised me was how often when they'd cum, they'd moan out their own son's name.

I had a regular, a cute street tramp, that always wanted me to do that. We even discussed what brand of cheap beer makes you piss like a race horse. One time only, after he had shot some speed at another place (in exchange for sucking a dick) he spent the night. He never slept a wink, just stroked his dick all night after I had pumped a huge load into his ass. In the morning I woke up hard and put about three more squirts up his ass. Then I had to piss.... I got up and peed in the toilet like a dumbass. I’ve always regretted not pissing in his ass that morning. My apologies to him wherever he is, alive or dead. Probably dead.

It depends. I'm always hard when I'm getting fucked. I'm careful not to touch my dick then. I know when I jerk off I may be done after I cum. Not always but there is a chance. However, when the top makes me cum handsfree from just fucking me I just get hornier and don't want it to stop. I had tops who made me cum multiple times that way.

If you're super tight, it's probably not going to happen right off the bat, unless you have phenomenal muscle control. (I find that's usually only guys that bottom often and thus, aren't too tight.) Be horny. Very, very horny. Nothing will make it fit faster than being so horny you can't see straight. You can make your hole take it if you want it badly enough. Lube. use lots of it. Coat their cocks in it and make sure you slide a bit up inside you too. If you're a poppers guy, take a bit hit or two. Logistically, if there is one with a bigger dick or curves up, lay him down and straddle him. Get him inside you and ride a bit before letting the other guy enter you from behind, above the first guy's dick. Once you get them both inside you, your first reaction will be that it's too big. It's not. Let them stay there and relax your hole before bearing down on them and telling them to fuck you hard! Once they get the rhythm, you'll be in heaven and you'll wonder why you never did it before.

Part 15: Decisions Are Never Easy As much as Jason loved William and Becky Garrets offer was too good to pass up. William and Becky had done so much for him. But Garrett was offering financial freedom and a home he could call his own. And Jason loved the twins but the thought of being with two gay men and sex wherever they wanted had his cock doing the thinking for him. He decided Sunday evening he would go back home and talk to William and Becky about the offer and get their input. Brad on the other hand had already made his decision. He hadn't had sex with his wife in so long that he forgot what a pussy felt like. He was going to call his wife that day but decided like Jason to wait until Sunday. In the meantime Garrett didn't push the issue. He wanted both men to live with him under their own free will. Nobody had gotten dressed from the early morning sex and each man was enjoying seeing the others in all their glory. After a few hours all three men were tired and Garrett suggested they all take a nap in his bed. His bed was plenty big enough. Garrett had a California king that even with all three of them laying in it there was still room to spare. So as each of them laid down both Brad and Jason weren't sure how to lay. Garrett suggested Jason lay next to him and Brad lay next to Jason. This sounded great to both of them. So everyone got in their position and were soon fast asleep. After a few hours Jason woke up to Garrett licking his ear and playing with his nipples. Jason let out a soft moan and turned his head to face Garrett. Garrett gave him a long slow passionate kiss and after they broke the kiss Garrett told Jason he was going to rape his ass with his huge cock. This sent shivers down Jason's spine and Jason begged Garrett to rape him. Garrett told Jason to get on his back and lift his legs up in the air like a good bitch. Jason did as told. Garrett got up on his knees and placed his huge cock right at Jason's boipussy. Garrett leaned forward and without any lube or warning rammed his cock right into Jason's boipussy. Jason cried out in pain but Garrett didn't care. He fucked Jason mercilessly. Jason's crying woke Brad up and the scene before him got his own cock hard. As Jason was crying Brad shoved his cock down Jason's throat. As much as Garrett's fucking him hurt his own cock was really hard. He was enjoying being raped by both men. Jason couldn't do anything but lay there and be raped. Truth be told he missed being used by two men at once. He tried to jerk off but Brad stopped him. So Jason just laid there now enjoying himself. Garrett leaned back a little bit and noticed his cock covered in Jason's blood. He let out a wicked laugh which got Brad's attention. Brad turned around and noticed all the blood as well. This caused him to explode down Jason's throat. When he finished cumming he kissed Jason and moved out of the way so Jason could see Garrett destroying his boipussy. Jason told Garrett to impregnate him with his AIDS cum and this sent both men over the edge. Garrett unleashed so much cum inside Jason's boipussy that it was leaking out before he was finished. Brad put his mouth around Jason's cock and swallowed every drop of his cum. After Garrett pulled out he laid down on the bed and both Jason and Brad started cleaning his cock and sharing with each other the blood and cum. Once they were finished cleaning Garrett's cock he had them lay down beside him. One on each side. Jason had then decided he wanted to be Garrett's boi and told him so. Garrett gave him a deep kiss and a hug. Brad had decided he wanted to be Garrett's boi as well but that was no secret at this point. Garrett gave him a kiss and a hug as well. Jason excused himself for a few minutes and went and called William and Becky. He told them he would be moving out the next day. He told them about Garrett and how he had full blown AIDS. They were hurt but asked that he keep in touch. He said he would and told them he loved them and hung up the phone. After a few minutes of silence Becky told William that Jason was no longer allowed around the kids. William agreed with her. They tried to find a medication that could help Jason but it seems like now he doesn't want to try to maintain his health. Becky was disgusted that Jason was allowing himself to be fucked bareback by someone with AIDS. HIV she knew could be controlled and she loved having HIV. But AIDS is nothing to play with. William on the other hand got hard thinking of Jason getting fucked by an AIDS cock. In a way he envied Jason but knew because of the kids he couldn't have sex with someone who had full blown AIDS. Jason had been apart of their lives for nearly ten years so letting go wasn't easy for anyone. Jason knew he hurt William and Becky but a part of him didn't care. He was being selfish and he loved it. Brad and Jason were happy with their decision. That is until they realize that Garrett isn't as nice as he appeared to be.

Ongoing Stealthy Fuck Buddy (Continued) Tuesday night I got an email from Adam, my illicit fuck buddy ha ha. "Can't wait to see you tomorrow, I'll make your hole feel really good." I sent off my reply letting him know that I'd email him as soon as I was on my way home, which I did. My partner leaves for work at 4:30am every day and as he was leaving, he winked knowingly and told me to have fun. At 6am, Adam emailed me to let me know that he was on his way. I don't know why but I felt so nervous that I smoked some weed to relax. I unlocked the front door, went to my bedroom and waited for him face down, ass up and lubed while I read the latest posts here on BreedingZone. At 6:20, as I was laying there pleasantly stoned, I heard the door open and close followed by the sounds of his footsteps in the hall. He walked in, grabbed my right ass cheek and started making small circles on my hole with his thumb. Then suddenly, I felt a playful slap on my ass and soon I heard the clinking of his belt as he unbuckled it and dropped his pants. "Fuck! I've been thinking about your ass non-stop." He said. He got on top of me and started kissing my neck and slid his tongue down my back until he got to my ass and he started biting and nibbling on my ass. The stimulation was driving me crazy so I turned around and told him I needed to taste him. I took his cock into my mouth and did my best to suck him the best way I know how. Within a minute he was rock hard and halfway down my throat. He started grunting and I could taste his sweet/salty pre-cum as it continuously flowed from his impressive manhood. After some time, he grabbed me under the armpits and lifted me up so he could kiss me. After we had made out for a few minutes while he kneaded my ass cheeks, he said, "I need to be inside you right now, turn around and bend over for me. Let me see that tight hole I'm about to fuck, baby". Ok, so he's not exactly Cyrano de Bergerac but his words still made me melt for him ha ha. I turned around, and placed my head and chest down while my ass lifted up in the air for him. I heard him open the drawer where I keep the condoms followed by the telltale sound of the condom wrapper and wondered why he would even bother. If he had just said he wanted to fuck me bareback, I would have let him. I felt the mattress shift as he climbed up on the bed and started massaging my buns. He used his left hand to spread my buns and guided his cock to my hole with his right hand. Then I felt it, his huge cock head touching my tight hole and beginning to apply pressure. But it wasn't just his cock head; No, it was his bare cock head. I felt the heat of his cock as he used his index finger to guide his cock into me. I was feeling his cock against my hole but no condom at all. I was a little confused because I clearly heard him put the condom on. He slid into me slowly, letting me adjust to his size at my own pace. It wasn't until he was about halfway in that I felt the shredded ends of the condom and deduced that he'd probably torn the tip of the condom, put it on, and slid it down his shaft; allowing his cock head to penetrate right through it. "Are you Ok?" He asked, once he was balls deep in my ass. "Oh my God, Yes. You feel so good!" I answered. Once I was used to him, he started pumping in and out of me. True to his word, he fucked me using a variety of strokes. From slow and gentle to a steady pounding with an occasional jab that would make me shudder as he banged my prostate. His relentless pounding soon had me on the verge of cumming and I whispered that I was close. "Fuck! I love your hole gripping my dick like that. It feels so hot!" "Oh baby, I can feel you bouncing against my prostate and you're giving me shivers." "Wow, you can really feel that?" He asked amazed. "Absolutely! It's why I come so quickly when you fuck me. Your big dick makes my ass and hole very sensitive. And one thing I really like is the way your cock twitches and throbs when you cum. I love feeling you cum inside me." And there it was, I'd said it out loud. "Fuck, stop talking or I'm going to cum!" "Go ahead and cum baby, I've got plenty of more condoms for you to use". "Oh God! You want it?" "Yeah, baby, I do! Give it to me!" I yelled as he started to buck against me. Suddenly, he slammed as deep into me as nature and the laws of physics allowed and started shooting his hot sticky seed into me. I shuddered and yelled out as my own orgasm overtook me and I shot all over my sheets. He collapsed on top of me with his dick still embedded inside me and I could feel his heart pounding wildly against my back. As we came down from our orgasm, he stayed inside me and kissed my cheek and neck. Eventually, he pulled out and rushed to the bathroom. He flushed the condom down the toilet and came back into the bedroom and lay back down next to me. Spooning me as I felt his wet cock head settle between my buns. I/ had already thought about it and decided that I wouldn't bring up his tampering with the condoms unless he did first. The way I see it, I did tell him that I'm on PrEP so he knows that I am open to barebacking. I really like the way he fucks and I don't want to ruin that by scaring him off. And maybe it turns him on to do something taboo like that, and I don't want to take that from him. "Is everything ok? You're kinda quiet." He said. "Oh definitely", I replied. "I'm just enjoying the afterglow ha ha". "Oh okay, so I didn't do anything to upset you?" "No, not at all. In fact, I loved every second of it and when you came; I imagined your sperm shooting inside me instead of in the condom. But, I know that we agreed that we'd always use condoms so I'll just stick with the fantasy ha ha." "Ha ha, yeah, you're right. But I know that your ass is so hot and sexy and fits my cock so perfectly that I imagine that it feels just like heaven bareback but I shouldn't do that, it's exciting but so wrong." "Yeah, it is exciting though". "Fuck! Look at that, you got me hard again. I'm going to have to give you my cock again. Teach you to tease me, get me all horny and hard, thinking about fucking you and filling you with my cum. Turn around!" He barked sexily as he reached for the condoms in the drawer...

The emotions that are running through my body is incredible as we head to his bedroom. We are soon sucking each other's dick, and like me, Thad also has a Prince Albert piercing on his 7-inch dick and what a body he has. Thad starts to fuck me like no one ever has nice and slow very deliberate, and I'm cumming just from his dick in me and gives me a big load, I turn around and clean his dick and the sweet cum he has given me. It's my turn as I bury my face in his ass cheeks and work over Thad's hole that is far from being a virgin hole and it's more like a cunt, but his moaning like a bitch in heat. With just a little spit my 8-inch dick slips right in with no resistance and feels so warm as I try to replicate what he did to me and hold back for as long as I can before I explode in Thad's hole. We spent the rest of the day sucking and fucking each other before we both fell asleep in each other arms, that was the last time I slept in the room I had rented. I ask what Thad does to support himself as he is away for a few days then is home for days. He goes online and shows and add for me as an escort and says I do the same as you but I work as an independent escort. Thad shows me of some of his pictures of his work and Thad does some very kinky things as there a picture of him in a sling with someones arm past the elbow in him. He takes me over to the other bedroom and takes out the equipment he has stored in the walk-in closet. Thad has a sling, cross, fuck bench and a tie-down table with cleats in the shape of a human with holes by the face and crotch is. What I find funny is we both are working boys, me to go to school Thad as a career and fun as he asks me if me if I would like to help him tonight, I say what will we be doing as he laughs an says you might see something you might want to do one day. We get to this person home, and the customer is about 40 and in a jock strap. From what I can see this is not his first time see Thad as we head down to his basement. The walls are black with a few spotlights in a few areas. This guy has a chastity device on as Thad calls him bitch and a worthless piece of shit. Thad, tells me to drink, and I don't taste anything but water as he says to keep drinking. The customer is on the bench with his legs spread wide and I picked up a syringe and told to slam him as Thad shoves another one up his ass for a booty bump. I was told to sit in the chair and play with my dick as Thad takes a can of Crisco and spreads it around his ass and then his arm. Now open the poppers put it to his nose, he is inhaling as Thad's fingers start to enter his hole then withdraws makes a fist and in one shot his hands disappear as he is just grunting. I can sense this has been done many times as Thad's arm is past the elbow and is pulling all the way out then back in and says grab that device and put it around his face as that will capture as of your piss, as for how did Thad know I had to piss. I put my dick in this device and start to piss as he is drinking it all. When I finished pissing Thad, it's your turn to fist him, tie off his arm and give him another slam. I'm shown me how to clip my nails, so I don't cut him up inside as he has been fisting for years. I can't believe how warm it is inside his hole as the deeper I go I feel his heart beating. Thad, whats me to punch fist him I make a fist and punch his hole like you are in a fight as I see even in a chastity cage he is cumming from this and I'm dripping pre-cum. On the way home Thad asks me did I have a good time as he looks into my eyes and can see that one day I would want to be fisted like that. Let me know if you want more and in which direction you want this to go, as I am going to turn it into some of what I have done in my life.

My eyes had now become more accustomed to the darkness in the room but I still could really only just make out shapes. I could tell that the guy now standing by the fuck bench was much darker skinned than Bobby, the AIDS ridden man who had just filled my arse with his toxic load. But it wasn’t until this new guy leant forward to speak to me that I realised he was West Indian. ‘Hey, I’m Devon’ he told me, ‘You liked Bobby’s cock then?’ he asked as his fingers entered my hole. ‘His cum feels hot in your arse, ready for another load?’ Sitting up I reached out to this big black guy, I found that he was much less skinny than Bobby. He had a mat of short curly hair on his chest and his arms were strong and muscled. But it was when I reached his cock that I found his greatest attribute. I gasped and he chuckled. ‘Think you can handle it?’ he asked. ‘How big is it?’ I asked, astonished by how thick and long it was. It seemed to pulse in my hand and I found that my fingers didn’t reach around the shaft which started thick but widened even more at the centre before tapering off toward his balls. But it was the head on it that was so amazing, it felt like an apple under a thick foreskin, it must have been twice as wide as his shaft. ’Near 11 inches’ he drawled, ‘and not many guys manage to get the head through their ring first time, well not easily’ he laughed. I had to taste him, I leant forward and tried to take that enormous knob into my mouth. I slid his foreskin back and nursed on his glans, he tasted strong, manly, his pre-cum was metallic as it coated my tongue. It felt enormous in my mouth, I wondered if it really was too big for my arse. He pushed me away. ‘I’ll stretch your throat open later if you think you can take it, but it’s your arse I want first. I want to sink my cock into Bobby’s cum and make sure it’s massaged nice and deep inside you.’ He knelt down, lifting my legs so that he could rim my hole, cleaning away Bobby’s cum that had leaked from me. Then he stood and we kissed, him sharing the cum and arse juices that he had just collected. I could taste my arse, Bobby’s cum, Devon’s mouth, our tongues duelling as we devour each other. ‘I love Bobby’s aids cum’ he tells me, as he collects more on his fingers and feeds it to me. ‘I’m high VL too, not been on meds for months, but not nearly as high as Bobby is.’ My stomach tightens again, what the fuck am I doing here? Should I get out now? But my cock was as hard as I have ever felt, the eroticism of the scene, my arse still tingling from being comprehensively bugged just a few minutes before and the anticipation of trying to take this monster inside me. Once more the brown bottle comes out, I take a couple of draws on the bottle before offering it to Devon, thoughts of making my escape gone. ‘I want to fuck you without for now’ he tells me, ‘the poppers will make me cum too quickly. But you keep them to hand, you’re gonna need them mate.’ He roughly lifts my legs back up, making me fall back on the bed. I manage to open my lube bottle and slather some onto his cock, but then he’s over me. I feel his bulbous cock head against my ring, starting to stretch me open. He presses harder, I feel my hole stretching to the maximum, but I’m not open enough to let him in yet. It starts to hurt like fuck, it feels like my ring will tear apart if he goes any deeper. ‘Take some deep breaths of your poppers mate’ he tells me, ‘then let me know when you are ready for me to try again.’ I take deep breaths from the poppers bottle, feeling the chemicals course through my lungs into my blood stream, reaching my brain, I try to will my arse to relax. ‘I’m about ready…..’ I start, but am stopped as Devon pulls back before viciously ramming forward. It feels like a cricket ball is rammed through my muscle, I actually scream with the pain, I wonder if he’s torn me. My ring clamps back behind his cock head, I feel my arse muscles twitching around the shaft itself, that alone being bigger than any I’ve ever received before. He pauses with his massive cock head just inside me. ‘Fuck, you bastard’ I cry through my tears, ‘I wasn’t fucking ready!’ He laughs. A deep sinister sound. ‘You’d never have taken it if I’d not made you, mate, and remember, it’s gonna hurt just as much when I pull it out!’ My head spins with the sensations, I start to wish I’d not come here tonight. But I realise that this is what I really do need, what I’m meant to do. I’ve always known I will get knocked up sometime, I’ve barebacked for years, so what better way than this? And I can always go to hospital in the morning to get PEP if I want, but I know already that I’m lying to myself. Devon presses forward and drives more of his shaft through my obscenely stretched arse. I think that no cock will feel the same after this. It feels like a mini fist is travelling through my rectum, that enormous cock head pushing past the fragile tissue of my arse, forcing a path to open up around it. I’ve never felt anything like this before, I’ve never been fisted and never done it to anyone else, afraid of the damage that it seems to do the guys who do. After this I reckon I could take a fist if the hand was small enough Devon starts working my hole with his awesome cock, he would push a couple of inches in, then draw back out. Then harder in again, then out until his cock head was pulling my sphincter out. Then that ride back through me, pushing even deeper into my guts. He reaches a stop. I feel him press against the rear of my rectum causing a dull pain, surely he can’t try to get more in? He pulls out, then aims his cock to one side, pressing hard against the wall again. And again he drives and again it stops, he tries again, battering, bruising, it fucking hurts. ‘Woah, no more’ I tell him, ‘that’s as far in as I can take.’ I push against his chest, try to stop him pounding my guts. I realise now that he’s stronger than I thought, so much stronger than I am. I’m truly at his mercy, I have no way to stop this big guy raping my hole. I hear him chuckle again, coldly, determined. No words, he just continues to pound the wall of my intestines, I worry he’s going to rupture something inside me. His strong arms are holding my legs against his chest as he rams again. And again. Trying different angles. I consider shouting out, shouting rape, would anyone stop his brutal assault? Suddenly his cock finds an opening, I feel a deep, different ache as his cock head forces through a restriction inside me, I know he has passed my second opening. I’d heard of guys doing this but hardly even believed it was possible. But I know for sure that this is what is happening, that his cock head is forcing its way into my intestines, stretching me internally. It still hurts but it’s different, a stretching sensation that I’ve never felt before, more like it’s something that shouldn’t happen, but not really painful. His cock head is managing to straighten my intestines, allowing him to slide in deeper. Then I feel it, his scratchy pubes pressing against my tender arse ring, I know I’ve taken him all. He rests a moment, his cock cooking inside my hot bowels. I realise that there are shadows all around us, there must be eight or ten guys watching. I reach out, feel a leg, a cock is put in my hand. I draw it to my mouth and suck it, it tastes of arse, of lube, I know I’m sucking a cock that has not long been inside another guys hole, its uncut and I lick under the foreskin, cleaning fuck knows what from around this anonymous guys cock head, his balls smell of fucking and sweat and cum, this is the sleaze that I love about this place. Other hands are massaging my nipples, I feel a hand trying to reach under Devon to feel my stretched hole, squeezing his balls. Someone is trying to suck my cock. Devon pulls his cock head out of my deepest ring, I feel a short relief but immediately he pushes back in. He repeats this, the sensation making me buck against him, relief and then pain, again and again, I know he is stretching me open, I feel him loosening me up. Then he starts to fuck me. His strokes get longer and longer, each time he bottoms out inside me, soon he is pulling all 11 inches out to the maximum, then making long slow strokes back into my intestines, undoubtedly driving Bobby’s toxic seed deeper and deeper into my body. His cock head repeatedly drives past my prostate, then back into me, then out to my arse ring to stretch the muscle outward. He is driving me to distraction with the mixture of pleasure and pain, the overriding sensation is pain, it hurts but I fucking love the hurt, my bowels being churned, tissues being bruised, muscles forced to open against the natural control of my body. The hands continue to caress my body, my nipples are twisted and squeezed, another cock is driven into my throat, balls against my lips, hands feel Devon’s cock, as he slides in and out. I hear one guy say ‘the whore is taking it bareback.’ Another guy tuts, sounds disgusted. My legs are free, sometimes I squeeze them around Devon’s body, sometimes he grabs them, I am wet with my sweat, I feel Devon’s sweat drip onto me. He starts to get faster, I don’t know how long he has been fucking me, his cock is driving now like a big piston, his cock head driving through me, he is groaning, someone is wanking my cock, then they squeeze my balls, a shot of different pain, but the cock in my mouth stops me complaining. It’s a long thin cock, the guy pushes it into my throat and holds it there, cutting off my oxygen, before pulling back out. My whole world is these cocks, these anonymous men using my body, nothing else matters. Devon takes a slightly different angle and his cock head smashes into my prostate, my cock jerks as I shoot off volley after volley of cum, my hole unable to clamp down means that my orgasm is intense and seems unending. The pressure of my hole around Devon’s shaft makes him slow, then he rams deeper than ever, if that is possible, he bellows as he shoots his seed, toxic waves of semen, I don’t feel it but I know that his cock head is again deep inside my intestines. Surely his cock head must be blocking the semen from returning, so it can only travel deeper into my body. I remember him telling me about his high viral load, I realise that there is no stopping the virus that is being injected into the deepest recesses of my body. Absorbing through the walls of my intestines, into god know how many tears, cuts, abrasions that these two guys have caused inside me as they pounded my guts. I black out. I guess the mixture of Viagra and Poppers, the lack of oxygen from the cock in my throat, the intensity of my orgasm. I come to, my hole is empty but within seconds a cock is pushing in, smaller, not so long, I realise its another man A voice at my ear, Devon’s. ‘Never fucked a guy that deep the first time he’s been with me before, mate. Think my cum must be up in your stomach! These guys are queueing up to have a go, that ok with you?’ I think that I’ve really had enough. The cock in my arse isn’t doing it for me to be honest and I think about rolling away from him. But I feel him ram deep into me and cry out as he has already reached his climax. I snort more poppers, the thought that I’ve taken three loads of strangers cum and there were more waiting made my cock harden again with excitement. Fuck it, I think. I nod. ‘Yeh, I tell him, I want everything they can give me.’

Part 6, Mr C gives his insights on Lukas’s 18th birthday. I hope you have enjoyed Lukas’s story so far, but I wanted to share what’s going on in my head. It was close to 19 years go I met his parents. I was new to the neighborhood and was invited to their house for a neighborhood Christmas party. I was expecting a party with lots of spiked egg nog, booze, beer, great food and maybe some hot guys and chicks. What I got was.... the husband reading scriptures from the ‘good book’ and the wife being the good little hostest keeping people’s fruit punch filled. I was polite and made my rounds and chatted with a few of my new neighbors. After a little bit, I had to piss and made my way to the bathroom. I didn’t lock the door and was standing there with my big thick cock in my mit. Just as I was shaking the last couple drops of piss off the end Mary (Lukas’s mom) opened the door and saw my cock. Clearly by the look of shock and then smile she was impressed. I apologized and took a second or two longer than needed and zipped up. I told her I hated to eat and and run, but I had to get home and let my dog out, I brushed by her very closely. She just stood there as I passed by and didn’t make a peep until I was halfway down the hall and I heard here say, she had a housewarming gift and would drop it off sometime. I thanked her and said ‘that’s great, stop by anytime’. The next morning I was still in my robe when I heard a knock, . I opened the door and it was Mary. I apologized for not being fully dressed and welcomed her in. Boxes were still being unpacked so I invited her to the kitchen which had been all unpacked. Her eyes kept going to my chest and crotch. She had an awesome racked that filled out her Christmas sweater nicely so I did what any bi man would do and started tenting in my mostly open robe. ‘I imagine wIthin the hour, Lukas was conceived. She prohibited me from knowing he was mine until he was 6 and he little guy crashed his bike into a tree in my front lawn. My folks were visiting and my mother gasped when she saw him and said Tony, ‘he is the spitting image of you at that age, that’s so cute.’ She was right, and I confronted Mary about it. I showed her picture of me at that age and Said Lukas looked exactly like me with the blondest hair and blue you could imagine. And there was no way her Italian roots and pin sucked husband fostered him. She explained her husband knew Lukas wasn’t probably his but would keep her slutty ass around because of what the congregation would say. I agreed to keep quite since I was really slutting myself around with every dude in town by then. I watched from a far and helped out and spent time with the boy as I could, as Mr C down the street. I knew one day he would be 18 and would be able to be his own man and connect his own wishes. So now I looked across the truck at him. That big cheesy shit eatin grin on his face with a belly full of my cum he didn’t even know was in there. Realizing I had what I wanted, his total trust, his total loyalty and now I had felt those perfect lips of his swallow my big Dick down his throat until I shot. Sure I was a little embarrassed how fast I nutted in him, but you would too...looking down at him blindfolded, stupid on the magic of the brown bottle and watching my cock pushing his Adam’s apple down toward his pecs and with no sign of gagging. But Then feeling closer to shooting when looking down and seeing his rock hard cock leaking through the pant leg of his way too tight jeans. When I rolled his tits in my fingers he was clamping his legs together and flailing them apart as his boy pussy twitched like a little slutty cheerleader would while she is waiting for the team captain to pluck her cherry snatch. It was more than any man let alone father could stand. He instinctively sucked and swallowed that load like it was liquid candy. The best part was... when I pulled out and all the throat slobber pulled up from his esphogus, he just licked his lips and swallowed deeper and moaned as he gasps for a breath. This kid was born to take cock, he just didn’t know it yet. I had him now in my total control, knowing the popper bottle would allow me total freedom to make him mine when I wanted. I looked over at his belly, knowing my seed was there I looked at his rock hard cock snaking down his pant leg and knowing that two little blue 100 mg pills I gave him would keep him hard for days. But what should I do? I am so confused. So I am asking you...... I can Keep him to myself? Or I could Whore him out to the men and rich clients at Mr. Ali’s house? Sell him to another rich Arab sheik and never see him again like Billy? Let him find out on his own he loves Dick when he goes off to college in the fall? Seriously,.....What the hell should I do? Fuck man, this is harder than I thought, so many options and so many are making me hard again as I notice Lukas looking over at me and talking. Shit, I was so busy day dreaming, I wasn’t listening to him. ‘What pup? Say that again?’ ‘Are you ok Mr C, you look lost there for a minute. According the the gps, I think this is the street Mr Ali lives on isn’t it?’ Part 7, coming soon. Thanks for the kind words, I love hearing you guys are liking the story. ;-). Peace

Part 2. At 4:29 I was standing outside Mr. C’s House and pushed the door bell. He answered the door in a robe and was toweling off his hair, gesturing for me to enter, as he commented "I'm running a little late 'cause I had to get you set-up for your first day on the job." Entering the house, it occurred to me I had never before actually been in his place. It was beautiful and immaculate, somewhat reminding me of the sort of house that would be featured on HGTV during the final reveal. "Make yourself at home, I've gotta get dressed," Mr C. remarked as he entered the hallway, removing the robe off his shoulders about half way down the hallway. I was stunned by the sight of his back, and remember hoping that, when I reached his age, I would look half as good as did he. "Hey, Pup, come on in here so we can chat." Complying, I entered his bedroom to find him pulling his jeans up over his black jock. "Would you grab me a t-shirt from the closet?" he asked. Entering his walk-in closet, which was, I thought, bigger than my bedroom, I easily found a impeccably folded stack of C’s Pizza t-shirts. Handing it to Mr. C., I stood mesmerized by the sight of him pulling it over his massive frame, in the process slowly covering his furry chest and his acorn-sized nipples. Then Mr. C. dressed in a fresh-from-the-cleaner baby blue button down shirt, wearing it over the t-shirt. "You ready for your big night?" Mr. C. asked as we walked back into the living room. "Gosh, Mr C., this has been the best day ever. I sure am. I'm probably a little nervous and also a little excited. This is gonna be great." He tousled my hair as, with a casual smile he commented "I'll try and make sure it’s a great night too." "Oh, Pup, do me a favor - across from my room is a door to the downstairs rec room. Would you please go down there for me. Ignore the mess, but go the walk-in closet in the back left corner. In the closet you'll find a refrigerator. Open the freezer door to the fridge and there are several rows of little brown glass bottles. Grab two from the top shelf, not one of the lower shelves, but top shelf. The correct bottles will still be sealed. Got it?" "Yes Sir. Two sealed little brown bottles from the top shelf of the freezer. Got it." "Oh wait, Pup. It might be super busy tonight, so bring three. And also in the fridge there are some big blue diamond shaped pills. Grab three, no, wait - grab five of them. Oh, and lastly there are some cylinder shaped spray cans labeled 'Jungle Juice'. Grab five of those." "You got it Mr C." I responded as I opened the door, flicked on the light, and descended the staircase. The room was pretty dark as the curtains were pulled shut. Several cabinets lined the walls and several mirrors and TVs were mounted to the walls, and one mirror was even anchored to the ceiling. The closet Mr. C. had mentioned was in the back of the room, so, heading in that direction, but before my eyes could acclimate to the darkness, I bumped into a large black leather hammock hanging from the ceiling by thick black rubber coated chains. 'Oh, now I get it, he must lay in here and watch tv', I thought. Opening the closet door, I flicked-on the light, which oddly enough was red in color. I made a mental note to mention the bad light bulb to Mr. C. The fridge was just where he had said it would be, and, opening the freezer I was a little confused because the top shelf actually had several plastic containers filled with something frozen but looked like frozen milk or mashed potatoes through the plastic container. Some, a few were labeled ’Grade A’, one labeled 'Very Viral', another, 'Jax Juice', and yet another '55 loads from the G hole'. All manner of strange notations. 'Those aren’t what I need', I whispered to myself. Under that shelf, however, were the rows and rows of little brown bottles Mr. C mentioned. I took three and then opened the refrigerator side and saw the bowl filled with blue diamond shaped pills. I counted out five, or was it six? Man, I wished I were better at remembering math. I took six - just to be sure. The spray cans Mr. C. wanted were also there: Bolt, Max Impact, Amsterdam, Jungle Juice. So I grabbed the five he wanted. In a final glance before extinguishing the light I gave a cursory look about the closet, finding it to be filled with an awesome collection of leather coats and pants, with a dozen pair of black boots, all expertly polished, in all heights and various sizes, standing in a perfect line at the back of the closet. As I turned out the light and closed the door it crossed my mind that it was funny Mr. C. should own so many boots as I didn't remember that I had ever seeing him riding a motorcycle, let alone that there was a motorcycle in the garage. I came back to the kitchen just as I heard Mr. C. Finish up a phone conversation in which he said "Yes, absolutely sure. 100% - no 200%. Pure cherry. Yes, yes, it will be very.... well....delicious and tasty." He quickly hung up and asked if I got the order right. I handed him the three frozen bottles and six pills, commenting I couldn't quite remember if he had asked for five or six. "Good call, Pup. That’s an excellent customer service lesson. If you can’t remember, always give your customer a little more ....rather than short him. Another vitamin or two will never hurt a boy," Mr. C. commented as he packed the frozen bottles and six pills into a small cooler. Then handing him the six spray cans, he gave me a smile and said "Okay, let's go. We don’t want you late on the first day." As we got into his truck and backed out of the garage, I turned to him and asked "Do you have a motorcycle?’" ‘‘No, I used to, but those are too dangerous around here, so I got rid of it. Why do you ask?" "Well, I noticed all your leather outfits and boots and figured you must really like 'cycles, but then I didn’t remember ever seeing you riding one." "Oh those. You saw and wondered about those... huh,.... Well, no, I don’t ride a cycle anymore, but I do really REALLY enjoy riding and working on some some really amazing mares when I have time." "Oh sweet! Do you think I join you sometime?" He got very serious, looked at me, and answered "Pup, I have been waiting for you to be old enough for many years, so yes, you will join me. I have wanted to take you for a ride for a very long time. There are so many things we can do now." Rustling my blond head again and very gently rubbing his hand behind my ear and looking deeply into my eyes he asked "Did you tell your mother about you having a job?" ’No, she didn’t seem to care and had already started her daily visit into the whiskey bottle. Plus you said we were going to your location on Front street? My dad and she always said that is a bad part of town where all the whores and homos play with the devil's hand. I didn’t want her to do anything to try and screw this up for me, Mr C." "That’s totally fine, Pup. You are your own boss and man now." ‘"Well I guess I am my own man I guess, but you are now my boss, huh Mr. C?" "Don’t forget that, Pup. Amazing things are in your future, son." I smiled as he put the truck into park when we pulled in behind the pizza place and looked at him. It was nice to hear someone think of me as his son. "Let’s go get you punched in and ready for work." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Coming soon: trying to get into my uniform and making some deliveries

3. I put the pipe and torch down, then turned back to Javier. He had pulled off his boxers, and was now naked and hard, leaning back on the couch. His eyes were sort of focused on the TV, but also dreamy and distant as he was enjoying the start of the high. "Suck me, man," he said. I did a hit of the poppers, and returned to kneeling between his legs. I licked the tip of his cock, tasting a small drop of pre-cum. My hands were resting on his hips, and as I wrapped my lips around his cockhead, I felt him beginning to relax. This was something he knew how to enjoy: enjoying the first perfect moments of a crystal high and a personal cocksucker working on his cock. He knew it would only be a few moments before I had most of his penis in my mouth and his cockhead pressing into my throat. "Right on, bro," Eli said, "Swallow that Latino cock." He and Javi started to make out, as Eli stroked his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that it was still the same size, as big and thick as ever. I was terrified of the moment when he was going to try to shove his tool into my ass. But I also knew there would be no way I'd refuse him that pleasure, especially with the crystal fueling my every action. I tried not to think about the future and what I'd be called on to do. When the time came, I'd face it and take it like a good bottom. While I had been thinking, I had gotten Javi's cockhead all the way to the back of my mouth, just hitting my throat. It was time to try my best and swallow his cock. I hoped that I would be able to avoid gagging, but was scared that I couldn't control my reactions with a thick cock in my throat. With all the hits we had done from the glass pipe, my mouth was dry, and it wasn't as easy as earlier to get used to his hard shaft going into me. But Javier was definitely ready for me to take his entire cock and to go all the way down. He had put his hand on the back of my head, gently but firmly pressing me further onto his cock. I swallowed, and relaxed my throat. With a pop, his cockhead invaded my throat and stretched it out. "Fuck man! That's what I'm needing now," Javi said. He pushed on the back of my head harder, forcing me to swallow the entire length of his cock. He was no longer being gentle or slow about it, but made me take the entire length of his shaft in one fast stroke. I wasn't expecting his sudden thrust, and had to force myself to calm down and suppress a gag. "You ok there, white boy?" Eli asked me. I was still trying to get used to all of Javi's cock in my throat, but I nodded yes anyway. Javi's tool was cutting off my air supply and I knew I would have to pull off shortly, just to catch my breath. But for a few more moments, I would let Javi have the joy of a warm throat around his cock. And I would have the pleasure of a hard cock stretching out my throat. "He's trying not to gag, I can tell," Javi said. "Feels fucking awesome for me though." "Maybe a different position would be better, bro?" Eli said. I couldn't keep Javi's cock in my throat any longer. I needed to breath and to have something to drink. Javi released the pressure on the back of my head, and let me pull off. Eyes blurry, I gasped a few times, and looked at the two dark men, watching my every move. "Let's go into the bedroom, bro." Eli said. I coughed a bit and was finally able to speak. "Yea, that would be good." It was nice to be able to breath again finally, although I was already missing sucking on their cocks. All I could think about was getting a cock, any cock, back into my mouth. My ass was twitching as well, the shard of crystal inside me had finally melted. I wanted to get fucked as well as suck cock. "You got a TV in there?" Eli asked. "This is a hot movie," he continued. "Yeah, I do. No worries." I stood up and gathered the supplies I had brough out: pipe, torch, crystal, lube, poppers. I went to the TV and stopped the movie, pulling the DVD from the player. "You want anything else to drink?" I asked the guys. "Water? Juice? Vodka? Beer?" "How about a screwdriver?" Javi asked. "You got any more vitamin V for us," Eli asked me. It took me a second to realize what he was referring to, the Viagra I had provided for the two men. "I'll have to check." I went into the bedroom, dropping off every thing I had gathered, before returning to the living room. Eli and Javi were still on the couch, just stroking their cocks. One of Javi's hands was resting on Eli's muscular thigh. Although the two were utterly comfortable with each other naked and aroused, it was hard to tell if this was just a friendship or something deeper. I had a suspicion that I was a crucial element here, someone to act as an intermediary for these two men and receptacle for their needs, desires; their cocks and loads. In the kitchen, I made two screwdrivers, and brought them out. I took a swig from one, and handed it to Javi. I offered the other to Eli, but he motioned I should drink it myself. "To the bedroom, guys?" I asked. Eli and Javi got up, somewhat reluctantly aroused from their relaxation. They followed me into the bedroom. I put the DVD on, and fast forwarded it to the next scene. I knew it was a three-way: a black and a white top on a white bottom. It opened with the bottom alternately sucking off the two tops. "Right on, man," Javi said, standing and staring at the large flat-screen TV on the dresser. Eli hopped on the bed and leaned against the headboard. Almost immediately, he started stroking his cock and watched the action unfold on the TV. "You got that extra V for us?" Eli asked me. I went over to the bedtable, where I had put the supplies, and looked in the drawer. I shuffled around in the drawer, looking through my stash. I found not only another viagra, but a full bag of crystal. "Double bonus," I said. I showed him the stash of tina and the viagra. "Right on bro. Hope you don't have any plans for the rest of the day." He turned to Javier. "He's got another V for us to share. And more tina when we need it. Or he needs it." The two of them laughed at the last comment. I put the baggie down, and handed the V to Eli. He took it, carefully split it in half, and washed one half down with the screwdriver. He handed the other half to Javi who swallowed it dry. Eli grabbed the bottle of lube, and poured some on his cock. I was used to needing only a small squeeze of the lube, but Eli needed far more; he poured it on for a few seconds. Even that just barely coated his entire penis. I was dividing my attention between the screen, where the bottom was still servicing the two tops and Javier, who had been playing with his cock. Javier noticed me watching him jerk off. "You ready for more of this, man?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah, I am." I took one last swig of the cocktail and put it down. I kneeled down in front of him, my head ending up level with his tool. Despite being hard, his cock was long, thick and heavy enough that it only just stuck out straight, almost hanging down a bit from the its own weight. I did a quick hit of poppers, and took his cockhead into my mouth. Javi reached down and grabbed the poppers from me. He did a long hit from the bottle, screwed on the cap, then handed them back to me. As the poppers hit me, he grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down on his cock. Soon after hitting me, the poppers hit Javi. He started to drive the blow job. He forced his cock to the back of my mouth almost immediately. It was all about his pleasure and he didn't care about me. At that moment, I was just a mouth for him. I prepared myself for him to push down my throat, and as expected, he did. His cockhead slid deep, and I suppressed the inevitable gag. I had to tilt my head up to accomodate the length of his shaft, an uncomfortable position for me. But he didn't notice or care, shoving his dick roughly all the way in, and then quickly pulling out. I did my best to keep up with him, but between the angle of my head and the intensity of his mouth-fuck, it was hard for me to not gag on his pole each time he went deep. "Not having a good time of it, huh?" Eli said, watching us from the bed. "Why don't you try the side of the bed?" I wasn't sure what he meant by that position. Javi knew exactly what Eli mean. "Right on. Get on the bed, Matt. Get on your back, and hang your head off the side." Explained by Javi, I knew what Eli had meant by the side of the bed. I had only seen that position in movies before, and never imagined that I would be the cocksucker getting facefucked that way. Javi pulled his cock out of my mouth, and waited. I was still on my knees, not sure if I was ready for that position. "Come on man. Do it," he said. Eli laughed. "You don't have a choice here, Matt. And don't worry. Once you're in position, you'll fucking love it," he said. "Or at least Javi will love fucking you." Still, I hesitated. "Come on, Matt," Javier said. "You know you want to feel this cock in your throat again." He slapped his hard cock lightly, and it bounced right in front of me. My mouth watered and reluctantly, I got onto the bed. I was lying next to Eli, only with my head by his feet. I leaned back over the side of my bed, assuming the position as Javier stood in front of me, his cock almost exactly level with my mouth. He had a straight shot into my throat. "Fuck, this is perfect," he said. "Right on," Eli said. "You're gonna stretch open up his throat for me?" "Of course." Javier handed me the bottle of poppers. I tilted my head up enough to do a hit, then handed them back to him. As the poppers took effect, I opened my mouth. Sooner or later, I knew Javi was going to slide his cock into my mouth, and worse, open up my throat. I needed to know just how bad that would be. The anticipation would probably be worse than the actual event, and I wanted to face my fears head on. "Ready, cocksucker?" Javi asked me. From my position on the bed, his cock and balls loomed large. I could just barely see his face, but I knew he was smiling and eager to be inside me. Driven by the crystal and poppers, I nodded meekly. I only thought about giving him the pleasure he deserved. He slid his dick into my mouth, his cockhead first filling my mouth, then far too soon, it pressed against the back of my mouth. I swallowed, and Javi's shaft pushed into my throat, filling it and opening it up. Even knowing that this invasion of my body was going to happen, I still had to fight back my gag reflex. Without stopping, Javi forced the entire length of his cock into me. His cock more than choked off my air supply. Above all, I wanted this invasion to stop, not have my nose buried in Javi's balls, and to be able to breath freely. I forced myself to relax and let my mind be ruled by the poppers and crystal and the needs they created in me. I had to accept Javier's manhood in my throat. I had to accept it as my lot in life, and my purpose. It took some effort, but slowly, I was able to find the pleasure in his throat-fuck. Javier was moaning slowly as he forced his shaft in and out of my mouth--his cockhead stayed buried in my throat. Those moans alone made it almost bearable, to know that I was the source of that pleasure. Over the wet sound of Javi's cock sliding in and out of my throat, I could hear Eli jerking his rod. "Yeah bro, get that cocksucker's throat open for me." From the moment Javier entered my throat, I knew I would have to take Eli's cock. How I was going to manage it was still largely unclear to me. Javier was just choking me; Eli was going to rip open my throat. Javi pulled out a little further than normal, his cockhead now in my mouth. I took the opportunity to gulp in some air before he pushed back into my throat. "He's a natural. Warm, wet, tight. And not gagging. At least not much right now," Javier said. He reached down and craddled my head in his hands. It was a tender gesture on his part, a kindness that his interactions with Eli had just hinted he was capable of. But this time was a feint; he held my head tightly, and used his grip on me for additional leverage. His cock forced its way back in me, ending up deeper into my gut. Slowly, a dribble of his pre-cum helped to lubricate my throat. "Nice fucking throat," he said, his cock hard in my throat. Javi's dark shaft was in my mouth and his cockhead was pressing into my throat. I tried to focus, to allow my mind to let go of anything other than this inescapable fact of my life. But the crystal wouldn't let me concentrate. I would think about everything that was still to come for me: to the uncertain pleasure of Eli's cock in my mouth; the inevitable moment when Javi would penetrate my asshole, and finally, when Eli would use me like the white bitch I was. Drug-fogged, all I could think of was my pleasure in making these men happy. I imagined all the ways I could use my body and its many holes to achieve their desires for pleasure. Even though my reviverie was personally arousing, I was dragged back to the real world by the undeniable existence of Javi's tool. There was no escaping the throat fucking he was administering; he would pull his cock almost all the way out of my mouth, give me a moment to get a quick breath, then force himself all the way back into my throat. Each time his shaft hit the back of my mouth and pushed all the way in I struggled to keep from gagging. "Fuck man. I wish I had met you months ago," Javi said. "Best damn cocksucker I've had in a long time." "You think he's ready for me yet?" Eli asked from the bed. "Almost there," Javi said. "He's almost done with the warm-up cock." He pulled all the way out, and I was finally able to tilt my head up enough to see him. He had that drug-glazed look on his face, but a big smile, and his hard cock was just inches away from me. "Do another hit of these," he said to me, handing me the bottle of poppers again. I took them greedily, and did two long hits, one in each nostril. I handed the bottle back to him, and let my head drop back down. My mouth was again right at cock level. "Right on," Javier said, as he slid his cockhead into my mouth. His cock was still wet from my saliva. I expected him to go straight for my throat again, but he paused. I heard him do a long hit of poppers and then another. My hit had begun to take effect, and I started to suck on his cock, licking up every drop of pre-cum that I could. I wanted dick, but I needed his pre-cum. "Slow down there, cowboy," Javier said, putting a hand on my head to keep me still. "Give me a second." He screwed the top on the poppers, then waited. I realized he was waiting for the poppers to hit, and I wondered what kind of throat fuck I needed to prepare myself for. He tossed the bottle on the bed, then grabbed the back of my head with both hands. In a single, forceful thrust, he pushed his cock all the way into my throat. Once again, I was impaled on his sword, and I struggled to keep from gagging. "Fuck yeah, this is what I needed," Javi said, as he pulled out, and thrust back in. "Too long since I've had a blow job like this." "Damn man, get him ready for me," Eli said. He had a weirdly flat tone. Even thought I knew he was stroking his cock, I knew that the crystal had hit him just as hard as it had hit me. "He'll need to be stretched wide open to take me." Having already tried to take his cock, I knew he wasn't joking. However, Eli was still to come. My immediate concern was Javi. Although he wasn't as thick or quite as long as Eli, he still had an impressive piece of meat. At that moment, his fat meat was deep in my throat, and his heavy balls were right against my nose. Sooner or later, I would have to drain those balls of their accumulated sperm. I found myself turned on by the idea: that I was lucky enough to get this man off. That I was able to swallow his sperm. Or to take his load up my ass. Although I knew that this feeling of luck was driven more by the poppers and tina, I didn't care. These thoughts and fantasies helped me to realize that Javi's cock was something that needed to be deep in my throat and not a unnatural intrusion. I surprised even myself when I grabbed Javi's muscular ass and held him tight against my mouth. I only wanted to worship this man, and right then, the best way I knew was to make mouth-love to his manhood. "Slow down there, Tiger," Javi said, gently prying my hands off his body and pulling out again. I gasped as his cockhead slid out of my throat, both because I needed the oxygen and because I suddenly realized how empty my throat was. "We're just starting here; there's no need for you to rush." He cradled my head in his hands, and slowly pumped his cock in and out. "Don't want to shoot too soon." It was clear this wasn't the first time he had done this. He was expertly teasing my tonsils: pushing in just enough to get me to start gagging, but also just enough for me to want the discomforting peace of a cock stretching out my throat. "You're going to fucking love his throat," Javi said to Eli. "Good?" Eli said. I knew that he had been jerking off the entire time, but from my position, I could only see Javier, and even then just his balls and ass. "Oh yeah," Javi said. "He's a fucking expert cocksucker. Knows just when to gag too. Feels so damn good on my cock." He pushed back in. I hadn't expected the penetration, and had to stifle my gag reflex. "See?" Javi said, as I flailed a bit, trying to find my peace. "Fucking got me boned up here, bro," Eli said. "Work that throat a bit more." Javi leaned over me, forcing his cock just a tiny bit deeper. It was at most a quarter of an inch but it felt like he was ramming inch after inch into me. Javi stood back up, and some of his cock slipped out. He was big enough that this felt like no change at all. I heard him unscrew the top on the poppers, and take a hit. "Give him a hit too," Eli said. "I love how it makes him into a cock-crazed slut." Javi did as Eli told him, and pulled his cock far enough out for him to hold the poppers under my nose. I inhaled greedily, wanting to impress both of these dark-skinned men with my compliance and eagerness to serve. It didn't take long for the poppers to take effect. "Please," I said, as best I could with Javi's cock still partially in my mouth. I knew Javi knew what I needed Javi obliged, and his cock slid all the way into me, forcing itse way into my throat. "Oh yeah, this is what I fucking need," he said. I no longer cared what he needed. I was flying on the poppers, and all what I needed was the thick piece of meat I had willingly impaled my face on. Driven by the drugs, all I wanted was for Javi to fuck my face, pound my mouth, tear up my throat, and shoot his load deep into my stomach. "He can take all of your shaft?" Eli asked. "Fuck yeah. I'm Balls deep in the slut's mouth," Javi said. He had slowed his thrusts down some from the earlier face-fuck, taking his time to explore my throat with his cock. I could feel a bit of pre-cum leaking out from his dick. It was lubricating my throat and his entry into my body. As the poppers wore off, I had a clearer realization of what this scene would look like to an observer. A clean-cut white boy with a gym body was lying on his back, his head hanging over the edge of the bed. A latino had his brown cock deep in the white man's throat, while on the bed, a muscular black ex-con was stroking his massive cock. The dim grey morning light filtering in through the shades picked out the last of the dissapating clouds from the trio's crystal meth hits. And I was that white boy, choking on the latino cock, tweaked out of my mind, waiting for the black ex-con to take his turn "Think he's ready for me? I'm getting bored of stroking here." "One way to find out. And if he's not, your legs are plenty strong enough to force it in." I hoped there would also be some poppers to help. They wouldn't make a huge difference in the strict anatomical issues of fitting Eli's tool in my tight throat, but they would grease my mental skids. It would be less Eli raping my throat and a little more me giving him the deep blow job he deserved. "He's all yours, man," Javi said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and left me gasping for breath.

*This is mostly fantasy with a little reality thrown in* ---------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1(?) It was Friday night and the beginning of a three day weekend, so what better way to celebrate than to get a little twisted at my favorite bathhouse? I arrived around 9:30PM, even though the parking lot wasn't full yet and paid my entrance (thankfully my bag wasn't checked) and walked straight to my room. Nice, I had gotten lucky and was assigned a deluxe room with a queen-sized bed. After stripping down I opened my bag and pulled out my supplies. A pipe, two lighters and the bag of stuff that would make this night. I also had remembered to bring my blindfold so that any tops with hesitations wouldn't feel shy. The porn playing on my TV was one of the few bareback flicks they had in rotation, a hot number with four smooth Marine boys. I immediately got to packing my pipe and, staring intently at the screen, flicked my lighter on and held it under the fresh bowl. As the white smoke started to swirl around and intensify I took a deep breath. Blub blub blub, went the water in the pipe and immediately the chambers turned bright white as I tasted the slightly unpleasant first taste of the tina. After my lungs could not hold anymore I set the pipe down and instinctively grabbed my cock as I exhaled a huge cloud over the hot boys on TV. "Beautiful," I muttered under my breath, as the thought of these muscle men passing around a pipe and getting spun took hold of my mind. I was rock hard within seconds and took another large hit. After a few minutes I decided to dim the lights and crack open the door to get a feel for the crowd that was present thus far. A couple guys walked by but didn't stop after making eye contact... which is why my preferred position is face down, ass up. I closed the door and took a couple more hits, which was starting to make my freshly cleaned hole twitch for some action. Leaving the pipe slightly visible in the shadows (I get turned on at the thought of getting walked in on while smoking,) I donned my blindfold and settled in diagonally on the bed, facing the wide open door. As expected, within five minutes I felt the familiar sensation of a hand on my leg running up to my ass. My excitement was piqued and I wiggled my butt a little to let this stranger know he was welcome in my ass. "Fuck yea, that's a sweet hole," a deep voice growled. I reached around to feel a heavy, thick cock of about eight inches. I couldn't help myself and turned my body to wrap my lips around his tool as he started to finger my hole. "Mmmmmhmmmmmmm" was all I could muster with my mouth full. "Oh fuck, you're partied up, aren't you boy?" the voice asked and I knew he had seen my pipe sticking out from the wadded up towel by my bed. "Uh huh," I said eagerly. "I love breeding party sluts like you, take a couple hits while I fuck you." This was exactly what I had been hoping for and I wasted no time in lowering my blindfold to grab my pipe. I could see my anonymous fucker now as well. He was a tall middle aged Latino man, with the hint of a six pack and a beefy belly, just how I like them. "That's right," he nodded, "Blow those clouds in the mirror while you watch me fuck your party hole." He slipped his unusually thick meat in my hole as I let out a gasp; his cock was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, stretching me open as he bottomed out in me. I took a hit and let out another white cloud as he smiled approvingly at me and started to pump my ass. "Fuckin' hot, boy. You love my cock in there, huh?" as I moaned in repsonse.. "Fuck yeah, dump your load in that party hole!" I pleaded with him as he quickened his pace and took another hit for his viewing enjoyment. "Yeah" he growled with his eyes closed, signaling he was close. "Cumdump party boy, fucking lookin' for loads and tina huh?" "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah!" I moaned even louder as this is the type of degrading dirty talk that gets my cock hard no matter what I might be on. "I'm gonna fuckin' unload in you boy," he said quickly as he started thrusting like crazy. "Fuck yea, I'm gonna make that hole mine! Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhhhhhh, arrrgh!" he yelled as he slammed into my hole, his cock throbbing with the volleys of his seed shooting in me. "Mmm, fuck yea" I panted as he pulled out and got ready to leave. I just laid there as I was, with a run of cum dripping down my hole and sac for any other guy to see. "Leave the door open." "I got a couple friends coming tonight," he said as he turned to walk out. "They like to blow clouds and love whoring out little chemsluts like you." "You let them know where I am, I'll be here all night."

Can't stop laughing dodger at your reply above! It's true and same here. Although since letting my real inner pig out some while ago I realized that it's not about the look, the face, any attraction like that; it's about the serving of cocks and allowing our holes to be used as a chalice for the sacred seed of Priapus. Thus "yes", I have been fucked and bred by guys who were not "good looking" per se, but I didn't focus on their face, hardly even looked at it. I focused totally on the cock going inside me and the need to accept its seed. (Damn, sounds like there should be an "Amen" here!)

god I love this story. please more

Well in a way I can understand it, bud. Before I was on PrEP I would always get fucked bareback (the only way) but, if top was Poz would ask that they shoot outside and they would. Not that I'm on PrEP, when I'm being fucked and as the top begins that primal moan the last words you'll hear outta my mouth are, "Breed me, fucking breed me!" Oink

I want full access. If the boy doesn't have the sense to offer me her throat, I will force her to her knees and shove it in. She will also get a mouthful of greasy rectal fuck filth when I'm finished and I need to clean my dick. Bitches need to learn.

A really polite Polish fucker picked up a Polish truck driver. Got back to my place and he asked "May I fuck you?" "Of course" "Please bend over" He then fucked me so hard I could hardly breathe. He came just before my legs gave out. The he said "Thank you. Would you like to come too?" me: "Yes please" . He got dressed, said thank you again and left. Still dripping cum.

I think we've all had a piece of street trash that we used and kicked out Wait a minute, I was that piece of street trash

Now I'm thinking about our protagonist fucking Tom while Jerry's riding Tom's dick - and DEFINITELY the two of 'em DPing Jerry! That may not be where the author's going with this, but it's what this got me thinking about.... And really - as someone who writes porn himself I know it can be a PITA to come up with character names and I don't want to be nasty, but - TOM and JERRY?! What's next - Abbott and Costello? Huey, Dewey and Louie? Even just a change in spelling - Thom and Gerry - would help some. It's just distracting to read a hot story but have cartoon characters running around in my head because of that kind of "cute" idea....

I'm a starving student, so I very rarely pay for any online memberships, for either hookup sites or porn. That said, over the years I've usually had a paid BBRT account. Why do they get my money when so many other sites and apps don't? 1) I probably have the greatest success with hooking up on BBRT. 2) The pain threshold is just about perfect. Free accounts are not so restrictive that I just ditch the site. I can still hook up even if my membership has lapsed. Squirt is an example of a site that's TOO restrictive with its free accounts. If I can't hook up with your free account, I'm not going to risk a paid one. 3) On the other hand, dangling the better resolution pics in front of me is a good incentive to pay up. And in a big city, it's possible to blow through your 35 messages in a day sometimes. Adam 4 Adam goes too far in the other direction...I feel no incentive to pay up for them at all. 4) The price isn't too steep, especially if you go for longer term memberships. I'll occasionally look at getting a paid Scruff membership. And then I look at the prices and decide that I really don't need it. 5) The site looks professional, not like a sketchy mess (looking at you, NastyKinkPigs). And they've always treated me fairly. So there's a trust factor there too.

Trust me, he's got my consent ?

Condomless help me to love and accept tops for who they really are. Bottoming bareback is about acquiring someone else's Genetic Heritage; getting my fuckhole modyfied by him till his own pube's hairs start ingrowing from inside my hole and graft his skin to my internal skin. It's about to tatoo his cock in my anal mucosa too, calling it his name, taking his age, more then just his cock, it's about to take all his look, his apperance: his hairs, his color, his eyes, his beard, his nose, his ears, his pecs, his built, the size of his feet, his body fluids, his smell, his taste, his testosterone, his health, his civil identity, his blood type, his intolérances and allergies, also his genetics diseases, absolutely everything he is. Sharing my body with him (using the same hole), make me the same as him, became him, internally controlled by him, allowed him to install and live inside of me, getting sexually engaged is the most extreme engagement we had the chance to do. More than that, I forgot everything about me, abandonned me and got his bulge's hygien as mine, make his intimity replace mine, covered my pussy with all his germs and cock's fungus. Not finished: taking his body and all his moves in my interior, more and higher than his mother did, carrying in me this big boy more than his mother did. Getting his DNA impregnated my most intimate place, getting his personnal prints ingraved in all the surface of my sex. So, I have to live with his marks into the precious part of me, forever! There's no chirurgy for taking his existence out of my guts. Don't forget about his papilloma, cocks put it in for 9-20 months till your body can elimiate it. You have to be a real man for taking another one inside your body. That is a hard thing if you are not ready, but it's just the training before getting his powerfull suppository manhood expressed into your receptive anus! Is it enough? No! You're about to be pregnant from him, to be invaded by hundreds millions of his babies, girls and boys that looked like him, his own population gonna be absorbed by internal skin. This is what we have, us bottoms, from risky unprotected sex. We are totally loosing ourselves into crossbreeding cause it's the most intense thing in sexual intercourses. Non stop fucking: we are nasty for years after and top's still inside for life. Hope you'll never regret it

I always lose after I have cum several times and my cock can't take any more but my bottom wants more and more. I WIN when I have worn out my bottom and I am still hard and horny and need to cum again and again. Either way its a win-win situation for me.. hehe

Anybody in the Dfw area want to load me up

As far as I know, he's negative. We're both married and socialize in the same circles so I believe him. We've discussed him having told me that in one of our post-fuck chats. He feels that having cum inside me gives him a right to claim my ass as his own because now he's marked my ass as his territory. I asked him specifically because I had the same thought you did. We're at a weird point where he won't admit it but he doesn't want anyone else to fuck me and I think that subconsciously, it's why he's trying to "impregnate" me. I might be overanalyzing the situation but I'll just enjoy what we have and live in the moment.

Part 3 - The College Jock Ethan unlocked the cubicle door and went back to the locker room to find it empty, opening the door to his locker to retrieve his clothes he found a note with a phone number which read 'When you want more and you will, call me as I now own you'. Ethan read and re-read the note before coming to the conclusion that the author thought way to much of himself, but he realised his cock was rock hard. Unconsciously he folded the note and put in the pocket of his shorts and finished changing. The warmth and brightness of the sun shocked him as he left the bathhouse, Ethan looked at his phone and was amazed to find it was already nearly 5pm. The walk back to the train station was strange to say the least, he wondered if he was walking funny and did the people walking past notice this. The one thing the train didn't have was soft seats which is what he could have really done with right now. He found it hard for the first 5 minutes adjusting his seating position, every time the train jerked pain shot through his ass, thankfully the journey was over quickly and he headed through Harrison down the leafy road to home. Halfway home he felt a weird feeling as his underwear was sticking to his ass, he tried to adjust without being noticed, panic struck thinking that he might be bleeding and would bleed out if he didn't get home in time. The house was quiet as he stepped through and he rushed up to his bedroom and bathroom, stripping as he did so. He noticed a damp patch on his shorts and pulled down his underwear he saw a patch of pink slime congregated in them, partly relieved that he was not bleeding he got to cleaning himself up. He ran some hot water and rinsed his underwear to get rid of the signs, as he did so he felt another strange sensation as a trickle ran down the inside of his thigh. He grabbed some toilet tissue and saw more of the pink slime escaping from his ass. He cleaned himself up as best he could and went back to the bedroom picking up the shorts from the floor, he suddenly remembered the note an debated weather to destroy it, pausing he read it once more and saw the face and body of the young man. Ethan suddenly noticed that he had grabbed his cock and felt he was rock hard again. He stood looking at the note and decided to add the number in his contacts, he tore the note up satisfied that if he wanted to contact him he could or he could wipe the number forever, but now was not the time to make that decision. Tired and aching he pulled the duvet cover back and snuggled down in bed to sleep for a few hours, in no time at all he was deep asleep thinking about the encounter with the Latin guy. After several hours he woke startled as he felt a wet patch he was laying on, jumping out of bed he looked at the sheet to see another pool of the pink slimly seed, a faint odour hit his nose and could only deduce this is what a fucked ass must smell like. It was all very new to him and almost unsure if it was normal, he quickly removed the sheet and took it to the laundry room to wash it with his underwear and shorts. Returning to the bedroom he headed to the shower and cleaned the mess around his ass and legs, he dried himself off and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt pretty normal considering he was no longer a virgin, but was he expecting to feel different after all the only sign was the mess and his sore ass. For the first time he chuckled to himself and picked his phone up typing a message to the mysterious number it was short and to the point 'Your cum is still leaking out of my ass.', he hit the send button and looked at the screen in contemplation. He was about to put the phone back when it pinged almost making him jump, quickly he looked and saw the reply 'Good, will take a while as you got a lot. Let me know when you want it again.', he put the phone down and laid a clean sheet on the bed, he grabbed the towel he just used to dry himself with and laid it over the clean sheet as he settled back down to sleep. Ethan slept right through until 8am when he heard the cleaner moving around downstairs, his ass was still throbbing but less so as he got out of bed and inspected the towel. Sure enough there was a large dry patch that was almost rusty in colour, he dressed and took the towel down to the laundry room chatting briefly with the cleaner. The rest of the day went by without any more incidents and he spent the afternoon out and about Harrison with his college friends before the family returned from the Hamptons. The virus already established itself in it's new host and was beginning to divide and conquer, slowly but surely Angelo was more a part of Ethan he could ever have comprehended. Ethan was sure he had dodged the bullet this time but the one thing he hadn't researched was what to do if you had unprotected sex with a hiv positive man. By the middle of the week he had missed any chance to take PREP and unknown to him he had let the virus infiltrate every part of his body, day by day it was changing his whole life. On Thursday Ethan had the sniffles and thought he was coming down with a cold, his body had began the fight back against the invading virus, battle lines were drawn and war was fought but to no avail. Thankfully Friday came around again and he had the afternoon off college so was looking forward to a longish weekend. The forecast was for sunny and warm weather but that morning he felt the cold had cleared and was looking forward to morning lessons,. He knew that half day at college meant extra assignment work to be done and handed in on Monday, this mean if he didn't get it done this afternoon the rest of the weekend would be manic. He picked his bag up and about to head out of the door to college. "Ethan," his mother called out to him. He stopped with this hand holding the door handle "Yes" he shouted back. His mother appeared "There you are, we are heading to the Hamptons later for the weekend." Ethan sighed "I would love to go but I am going to get a ton of work from college as it's half day." Nodding her head "Okay, but if you need anything let the cleaner know she will be on Sunday." "Sure, will do and you're only a phone call away if I need you," he said smiling at her. She said goodbye as Ethan walked up the driveway on his 30 minute walk to the college. Ethan arrived and found himself a quiet table in the recreation room before lessons and was reading through some of the work for the morning. Tony and his friend Leo wandered in and took the table next to Ethan. Leo smirked at Tony nodding in Ethan's direction, Tony definitely had a big crush on Ethan but his boyfriend Adam had told him not do anything silly in case it backfired. Tony and Leo sat chatting waiting for Adam to arrive, they both spent the 10 minutes taking sneaky glances at Ethan whose head was in his book until Adam arrived. One thing Ethan could not help was having a look at Adam whenever he entered the room, after all Ethan had thought about Adam and himself making love over and over, his train of thoughts was cut off by Tony talking. "Hey Adam, thought you was going to be late as your cutting it fine" Tony asked. Adam shook his head seeing they were sitting next to Ethan "Plenty of time" he replied sitting down. Tony leaned over "How was last night?" Adam smile "Good, had a great night last night, Bradley did good as usual" laughing at trying to be discreet. Tony laughed "Man you are so lucky" he replied. Adam leaned forward in a hushed voice "He wants you next time as well" he said to Tony. "Seriously, oh yeah I'm up for that," Tony replied. "He told me he is going to and get a cute young guy if he shows up again," Adam commented. Tony scoffed "That's if you know who doesn't get there first." "From what he said that has already happened" Adam replied. Tony leaned in "Did he tell you anymore about who it was?" Adam shook his head "You know Bradley ever the soul of discretion." Ethan strained to hear what conversation was going on. the name Bradley didn't ring any bells, only the bell sounding classes to start in 5 minutes stopped them in their tracks. Ethan watched Adam out the corner of his eye, he stood just slightly taller than Ethan, but was a powerhouse in comparison, he played a lot of sport and had a well defined muscular build. His dark cropped hair suited him and was always surrounded by other guys, he was indeed the all American college jock. Ethan first had his suspicion about Adam due to the lack of girls that flocked around him, and his friends revelation last week confirmed what he thought. The recreation room was emptying and Ethan stood up. "Hey Ethan mind if I walk with you to class?" Adam asked standing up. Ethan looked around as if trying to fathom if Adam was talking to him "Oh, sure I guess so". "Oh happy birthday for last weekend. You turned 18, didn't you?" Adam asked as Tony glanced back at them. Ethan blushed a little "Yes and thank you." "I didn't get a party invite, though," Adam joked looking at Ethan. Ethan fumbled around Adam "Oh I err didn't have a party." "No party?" Adam stopped and looked at him. Ethan shook his head "Didn't want one, plus I was busy" he replied. "Can't wait for this morning to be over." he said to Ethan as they walked along the corridor. Ethan looked at him a little stunned that he was making conversation "Yes, been a long week." "You have plans for the weekend Ethan?" he asked him. Ethan shook his head "Nothing in particular just need to keep on top of my coursework". Adam laughed "You need to have more fun, mind if I sit with you?" he asked as they reached the lecture room. "Sure" was all that Ethan could manage. Adam sat down next to Ethan "Maybe we could hang out sometime?" "Oh, yeah that would be nice" Ethan replied. He felt uncomfortable all through the lecture as he was sure Adam was watching him, several times their legs touched each other and he was trying to work out if it was deliberate. At 10am they were recessed for 20 minutes and Adam insisted Ethan came and sat with him outside on the grass to get some air. They spent the time talking about their studies and Harrison in general, this morning had turned out to be a revelation as it was really the first time they engaged in a conversation beyond the odd hello and how are you. For Adam what started out as a joke to see who if anyone could get in to Ethan's underwear was turning more in to a friendship. The midday bell rang and Ethan walked out with Adam. "Are you rushing off anywhere Ethan" Adam asked. Ethan caught by surprise shook his head "Just home to get the assignment done." "Mind the company if I walk with you?" Adam was assessing Ethan. Ethan nodded but curiosity go the better of him "Why the sudden interest in me Adam?" Adam stopped walking "Oh, we hit the same classes but you never really speak to me." "Sorry I wasn't being funny, but I just thought you had your friends," Ethan replied. Adam laughed "Ah, you mean Tony and Leo?" Ethan nodded "Yes, you seem very close." "Well Leo is a friend and Tony is somewhat closer than a friend" Adam replied looking at Ethan who found himself looking deep into Adam's eyes "You, really?" Adam nodded "Yes, Ethan, me." Ethan thought back to class "So you were deliberately touching my leg with yours." Adam stumbled a moment as he had been found out "No, no, well maybe a little." Ethan walked on "Your quite funny and very brave". Adam caught up "I hope we can still be friends now you know". "If you want to then I am sure we can" Ethan replied. "Just one other thing, now you know about Tony and me please don't say a word" Adam looked seriously at him. Ethan chuckled "Our secret then." They reached Harrison town centre and Ethan said good bye to Adam and wished him good weekend as he headed off towards home. Adam couldn't help himself but stand and watch Ethan walking away until he was interrupted by a tapping on his shoulder. "Do you still think he is on the fence?" Tony asked surprising Adam. Adam turned to Tony "I really don't know he gave nothing away" he said looking back at Ethan. Tony watched "Did you tell me about us?" "Yes, strange but it felt okay telling him," Adam replied. Tony nudged Adam "Maybe you did sniff him out right. Are you parents home?" he asked. Adam laughed "No, come on back to mine I want to fuck your brains out." "About time" Tony replied as they turned and walked in the opposite direction. Ethan was glad to be home and he sat down to get his assignments done before the weekend and just as the clock struck 5pm he finished and closed his books. He wandered up to his bedroom to put his things away and started group texting with his friends to find out if anyone was going out, whilst waiting for a reply he stumbled across the message from last weekend to mystery man. Stupidly he typed a message 'Hi' followed by a smiley face and hit the send button, immediately he shook his head, what the fuck was I thinking he thought to himself. He had a worrying feeling before realising his cock was bursting in his pants to be set free. Angelo stepped out the shower walked over to pick his phone up and saw a message from 'Virgin', he chuckled to himself at the one word message. Typing he sent a response. Ethan was shocked that the reply came so quickly, he fumbled and opened the message to read it 'Meet me at the bathhouse in one hour', he contemplated but another message came along 'When you arrive tell Brad your name is Tiger'. Ethan never stopped to think as his cock and desire for sex again was driving and was already changing his clothes and out of the door within 10 minutes, he jogged to the train station and caught the first train heading to NYC via the Bronx. He was not afraid but he still worried about the young man and his poz status if the tattoo of the Angel on his back was anything to go by. Walking along the blocks he was literally dead on time with a few minutes to spare, he stood outside the building looking at the door, steadying himself he pressed by the buzzer and waited until the door opened. Behind the glass box stood Brad, but all Ethan could think about was being held in those strong arms by the sexiest guy he had seen in a long time.

NOTE: As I suspected I might, I've broken the finale into two parts. No sex in this chapter ... more of a narrative / move the story toward the conclusion kind of thing. I've left the title as originally planned (still kind of fits I guess). Anyway, I will get the final final chapter up as soon as possible. -------- PART 6: JARED WAKES TO UNPLEASANTNESS — Wednesday — Jared turned it off the alarm on his phone, rolled over, pulled the covers over his head, and went back to sleep. He had got back to his room in the student hall at around 1AM and the tears had returned as soon as he closed the door. Tears only made worse when he thought about what he had done in the park toilet. He felt filthy. Ashamed. Condemned by Heavenly Father. He had finally fallen asleep around 5. His sleep was tainted by troubling dreams: Seeing Ryan in a bar but his friend couldn’t — or wouldn’t — see or hear him. Old men rubbing their dicks against his butt, whispering they would fuck him as they had fucked Ryan. The unseen man in the toilet last night fucking him through the stall calling him all sorts of foul names. And, through it all, Hal kept appearing. With his smirking face. And his voice dripping with venom: “You’ll thank me some day.” He finally woke again around 11 AM. He had missed class but couldn’t bring himself to care. No. Instead his mind was flooded with misery and remorse. “What was I thinking?” He moaned aloud. The sting of Hal’s betrayal felt more distant today, but no less painful. Almost as painful was the way he himself, in that park toilet, had betrayed everything he was ever taught, everything he believed, everything he had ever told other people to do. Was he some sort of degenerate capable of such things? Someone who had fallen so far from god that he would allow himself to be used like that. “The wages of sin is death….” He quoted. Romans something or other. His seminary teacher had drummed that into their heads the year they had studied the New Testament. Sin separates you from Heavenly Father and being separated from Heavenly Father is death. That lesson had stuck with him. All these years. Even when he realised and accepted that he was gay. And now he had wallowed in sin like a pig at a trough. He picked up his mobile to call the bishop. He needed to confess. To repent. But…. wait. What if he was excommunicated? Cast out of the Church. What would his parents say or do? Would they cut him off? Reject him? No. He needed to stop. Think this through. He would confess and repent. Of course he would. But… just… not yet. He put the mobile phone down. Sunday. He would talk to Bishop Robinson then. — Sunday — Jared squirmed during the closing prayer. As he had squirmed through the entirety of sacrament meeting. He had never felt so uncomfortable sitting in Church. Not even when he came to terms with being gay. There was an itch deep in his butt that wouldn’t relent no matter how much he squirmed but he just put it down to shame about what he was about to confess. And fear about what would happen after. Sinner. Degenerate. Unworthy. So hard to focus on sacrament meeting over the voices in his own head. Shouting at him. Echoing. “… Amen.” Finally the closing praying ended. “Amen.” The crowd echoed. And then people were up, moving, and leaving the chapel. Jared sat, waited, letting the crowd thin slightly. Procrastinating his humiliation for couple more minutes. The bishop was still on the stand chatting and laughing with his counsellors… so he had time. Finally, with a sigh, he stood and started making his way forward to catch Bishop Robinson before he could leave. “Jared….” A very familiar voice called from behind him. He paused and turned to look at Ryan. He wasn’t sure if he was more relieved to see him, more angry at him, or more surprised. Ryan hadn’t come to Church since they arrived in Manchester after all. “… I’m so glad to see you.” Ryan finished. “Are you?” Jared snapped. Ryan sighed. “You’ve been avoiding me and giving me the silent treatment for over a week now. Haven’t I been punished enough?” “What is it you feel you need to be punished for?” “Hell if I know…. you tell me.” “Don’t swear in here.” Jared scowled. “I’m sorry, it just slipped out.” Ryan looked around, embarrassed. He might not consider himself mormon anymore but the lessons of a lifetime in the church still lingered of course. When he continued his voice was quieter. Almost a whisper. “I just don’t know why you are mad at me. Is it because I went into the… you know.. the sauna.” “I’m not sure I want to hear about it. And I need to talk to the bishop anyway.” “Oh. I think you’ve missed him.” Jared turned back to the stand and, as Ryan had said, the bishop was nowhere to be seen. “Oh hell.” Jared muttered. Ryan couldn’t suppress a laugh. — 20 minutes later — “I didn’t LET him… ” Ryan hissed. “… I was sleeping and he did it. I woke up in the middle of it.” It wasn’t quite the truth, perhaps, but it was what he had chosen to tell himself. And Jared. “Oh, Ryan.” Jared’s face was white. “I’m so so sorry. I should have been there for you. I shouldn’t have assumed…” “Let’s not talk about it. I don’t want to think about it.” They sat quietly for a moment. Ryan took a sip of his latte. Another sin Jared’s internal voice noted. but he immediately felt guilty. He needed to support Ryan, not judge him. “Let’s talk about your week instead.” “Oh. Um. You know. Nothing much to say.” Jared wanted to tell Ryan. Tell him everything and cry on his shoulder. But he didn’t know how to start. Ryan would never look at him the same way. And he didn't think the could take that yet. He would tell Ryan soon, he promised himself. Soon. NEXT: REVELATIONS (The finale to this story)

I was in a sauna on Saturday. Met a guy who was telling me he wanted a Dom bear to fuck him. I obliged and I was riding his tight arse, giving him the verbals about being daddies boy. I looked at him as I was nailing him and he said “don’t cum in my arse”...”I want to stay clean for my family”. At which point I unloaded deep in his now loose arse, pulled out and wiped my cock on his towel and left ??

you are right respect is pumped into us sluts every time a man slides his cock into us and drops his load up our guts. We crve their cocks and loads and they respect us by giving it to us

Here's an article on another option if you're looking for some place to have a blog after Tumblr… https://www.wired.com/story/tumblr-porn-bloggers-dreamwidth-pillowfort/ I don't know anything about them, so that's not a recommendation…

I went out cruising today at my local park. When i got there, I only saw a few cars and recognized a couple with regulars like me. I took a walk around and didnt see anyone interesting so I went back to my car. In a few minutes, an SUV parked and a nice looking bearish guy got out and walked into the woods. Of course, I jumped out and followed him but noticed that another regular was also following me and this guy. Once the regular saw me following the other guy he backed off. I have seen this guy several times before but never done anything with him. He’s Hispanic probably mid 30s and above average looking but he always seems really nervous so I leave him alone. Finally the first guy sees me and turns and waits for me to catch up. He starts playing with his cock and he leans in and gives me a kiss. I suggest going to the abandoned boardwalk for more privacy. We climb over the fence since it’s officially closed by guys go back there and suck/fuck all the time. We get to the end and both drops our pants and start kissing again. This guy is really handsome more than what I initially thought. I bend over suck his dick and he reaches around to feel my ass. When his hand feels my furry buns he starts to groan and I can tell he likes it. Then he slips a finger in for a minute. I take my mouth off his cock and bend over and spit on my hand and reach to lube up my ass. He spits in his hand and he inserts his average sized (maybe 6.5”) uncut cock in. I tell him not to pull out and I want his load. He lets out a moan as his cock feels the walls of smooth ass. He’s really into it now and he proceeds to start fucking me, I lean on the railing to keep my balance and provide some resistance to his pounding. After about 10 minutes of fucking, I see someone watching us and realize it’s the regular i mentioned earlier. He starts walking closer and has his cock out and is jacking. This is the first time I have seen his cock and i was very impressed. The guy fucking me doesn’t slow down, he just keeps banging me. Once the other guy gets next to us, the top asks he wants a turn. He nods yes and I turn around and tell him that I want his load and not to pull out. He agrees and slides in after he spit on his dick. This guy didnt waste anytime before he was pounding me very hard and grabbing hold of my waist giving me a good pounding. In a couple of minutes I can feel his dick getting hard as a rock and he makes one final ram and he unloads. When he pulls out a big glob of cum comes out and on the boardwalk. I thank him and he gets dressed and takes off quickly. The first top can’t wait to get in my sloppy hole and he starts pounding harder than before. I am bouncing on this guy’s cock when he unloads. He doesn’t pull out as fast and I feel about 3 waves of cum exploding from his dick. Finally he pulls out and we clean up and walk out. I am feeling pretty good, I got 2 big loads and the scene was very hot with those two guys. Instead of leaving I hang around to see if can score anymore. Now the park is completely dead. I see another regular parked a distance away and an older guy parked next to me. The older guy walks to the wooded area so I follow just for kicks. Once back there he asks if i want a blow job so I say sure and he starts to suck my dick and it feels really good. I see someone walking toward us and pull up my pants and walk away from him. Then I realize it’s the other regular, he walks over and says he wants my ass. (This guy has fucked me 8-10 times at this park). He is really not my type but i am always up for a load. The older guy watches as I bend over and lean up against a tree spreading my ass cheeks apart. The guy asks if I need lube, I laught and say I got 2 loads in there already! Once he slides in it isn’t long before he pops his load in me and is off. I go back to my car and am about to leave when a car parks and a really attractive with a wedding ring gets out of his car and heads for the trails. I can’t resist so I follow him. He walks up and starts playing with his cock and suggests we find a more private spot. We go into a wooded area and he pulls out a 7” cut cock. It’s beautiful and so is this guy. Salt & pepper hair (more pepper), really good build, you can tell he works out a lot. I bend over and start to suck him and get him fully hard. After a few minutes he pulls out and starts to jack profusely. I tell him to let me take care of that and I get on my knees and start to suck and jack his cock at the same time. Now his cock was getting super hard and I knew he wouldn’t last long. He grabbed my head and held it down as he unloaded down my throat. I took every last drop and got up and we dressed and started to walk back to the parking lot. Now the place was dead again and my phone was ringing for a work related call. I was pretty happy with 4 loads (3 anal, 1 oral) in 1 hour and 30 minutes. Now that’s efficient cruising!

Sometimes guys like the role play. They don’t want you to pull out but what you to dominate you. I told a guy “too late I’m breeding your cunt faggot” and he just pushed his ass deeper on my dick. It was the best orgasm.

Hello and sorry for the delay in my story. I am excited to be back. Your kind words have been awesome. Who would think that this is a site you can make friends on and meet so many sweet and yet deviant people. ;o) Part 7, ‘Mr. C, I think this the street Mr. Ali lives on?’ ‘Yes, yes Lukas it is, it is the one up there with all the cars parked along the street. It looks like there might be quite a few people waiting on that cherry pie.’ ‘Oh no, I am sorry, I knew I was taking too long at Dr. Brads.’ ‘No worries son, they can wait, it will just make them a little more hungry and the pie to be even sweeter. Pull right up next to the garage; there should be a spot for us there.’ ‘Gosh, this must be some party and some special pie for all these people to be waiting’ I said with a laugh. ‘Oh I am sure a few other guys brought some of their own special treats over too, but I have been known to always bring the very best dish that many of these guys are waiting for. I also sent everyone a group text that this year’s cherry crop is the sweetest yet’ Mr. C said as he ran his hand up my thigh. ‘Lukas, your penis is rock hard and leaking all over your pants, what is that about?’ I said, ‘I am sorry Mr. C, I hoped you wouldn’t notice that, I am not sure what is going with him. I call it him, but yeah, he got hard right before we got to Dr. Brad’s house and I noticed when I was leaving there that I had a wet spot. Maybe I can hide it with an apron you think? Do you have an apron I could wear?’ ‘Well, no worries, it might get you a nice tip, tell you what, why don’t you take another one of these blue diamond vitamins, that might help it a little bit maybe your electrolytes are just low’, Mr. C said as he handed me another pill and bottle of Gatorade. ‘Oh this Gatorade tastes funny, I don’t think I ever had this flavor before,’ I said. Mr. C smiles and said it their new formula with extra vitamins and additives and tussled my hair. He told me to ‘grab the pie from the back warmer and take it around back to the side door of the garage and offer to help him get it inside. Be a good boy and do as he tells you and if you do, he will tip you well. Understood?’ ‘No worries Mr. C, I won’t let you down’, I said and he replied, ‘I have every confidence in you’ and I smiled and headed to the back of the truck…. I went to the warming bin, got the huge pie and started walking behind the house to the side door of the garage. There were two men on the back porch smoking cigars and wearing leather from head to toe. The first guy was huge, like 6’6” with dark hair. The back light porch was on and the light lit him from the side. He had leather pants on with boots up to his knees. He was wearing a leather hat, arm band, and had this leather harness thing on accenting his amazingly muscled and furry chest and stomach. The other person was tall and thin wearing an outfit very similar to the big dude, but just slightly less furry. He had this hood like thing over most of his head but also had a cigar in his mouth and was peeing into a solo cup. I thought it was interesting he was not just peeing in the flowerbed but he must have worried it would be bad for the plants or upset Mr. Ali or something. The tall muscle guy stared at me in a way that was as if he was looking right into or through me. I found myself staring back as I slowly walked by. He sort of gave me a head nod like ‘what’s up’ or ‘what are you doing back here’. I stopped and said ‘I am just the delivery boy bringing the cherry pie over.’ He then looked at his friend pissing and said, ‘Fuck, Tony has done it again hasn’t he?’ I didn’t know what he meant by that and at first I thought he was being disrespectful to Mr. C, but then I realized by the look on his face was more one of approval or envy or something else. He kind of gave me this strange look up and down. His eyes stopped at my thigh and his eyes got big. Oh darn I thought, I forgot about my erection and forgot to put the apron on. I just smiled and said ‘sorry it just gets like that often.’ He said, ‘No worries kid, mine is like that half my life.’ Then he said, ‘Fuck, I will have a huge helping of that pie in a little while.’ I stopped and just took a deep breath in for a minute and realized in the night air, his cigar smelled really awesome. I have never smoked or even thought of smoking since it is a devils addiction, it was really strange, but I swear my dick got even a little bit harder as I exhaled the night air with the faint smell of this cigar in it. The tall dude was watching me and had a surprised look on his face for some reason and said, ‘you know what? Well actually, kid can you tell Mr. Ali I want one of the first pieces of that and to have one of his servers bring that pie out to the playroom, I mean woodshed in a few minutes? I have quite a bit more of my cigar to enjoy and don’t want those other pigs devouring that pie before I get done with my cigar.’ I took in one last breath of the night air and his cigar and nodded to him as I entered the side door of the garage. The door to the house was right there. I couldn’t really knock very well with my arms full but I was able to get the door to the house open so I just let myself in. I was immediately greeted by this guy that looked like an Arab sheik out of a movie. I could see this huge pelt of black fur spilling over the top of his white throbe and the darkest jet black hair on his head under his ghutrad and agal. He was very handsome and a very powerful looking man. He immediately put both hands on my cheeks and said, ‘you must be Lukas? Here, here, here, put this down’ as he snapped his fingers and two of his servers came over to help me out. The two guys bowed and took the pie and set it on counter right next to us. I thought, boy, his staff are sure well trained, I could learn from their attentiveness back at the store. His hands were still on my cheeks and he said with quite an accent, ‘just look at you… would you…. just look at you. Perfect, pure and so blonde. Just like your fathhh, I mean Tony said you were.’ He turned me around and looked at me in full circle. Oh god, please do not let him notice my hard on, how fricken embarrassing. It was a little funny and I smiled thinking, I felt like I was at my grandmas when she would make me spin around and do her ‘look how big you have gotten’ routine. He immediately snapped his fingers and said ‘drink for the boy’. One of the servers very quickly brought him over a glass with ice and dark liquid it in; I figured it was a coke probably. He handed it to me and said, you must be thirsty, please drink. I didn’t know what to do, I thought I really should just get the money for the pie and get back to the truck; I didn’t want to keep Mr. C waiting again. I didn’t want to be rude and not accept his drink. I knew Mr. C told me to be good and do what he said. But did he mean this? Oh no, I thought to myself, what should I do? Oh, I know I could use my cards he gave me! So I asked myself ‘should I take his drink and be social for a minute’? I pulled out the second card in my pocket and it said, ‘absolutely, yes’. Mr. Ali apparently had saw what I was doing and was looking at me funny. I apologized and told him it was my first day and I was new and didn’t want to mess things up so I explained the cards Mr. C had given me. As I said that, I reached my hand out and took his drink. I took one big swig and realized it tasted terrible. Oh man, I have a whole mouth of this, I cant spit it out, I swallowed reluctantly with one big gulp. He laughed and smiled and said ‘oh I should have told you, this is a very special traditional celebration drink and most people from my country sip it to start and then it gets easier to swallow. It kind of helps you relax a little bit.’ Relax? I thought to myself, I cant relax, I have to get back to work. He put his hand on my shoulder and started to lead me around and show me his house. The place was packed with men all around the house and kind of looking and staring at us. I guess we looked so different. Me young, blond, in my tiny little pizza uniform without a penny in my pocket and on my first day of work…. and him well dressed, dark, well educated, smart, successful, obvisouly very rich and important. I kept thinking man, I got to get back to the truck. So I was drinking my drink as quickly as I could and trying to remember the maze of rooms and people of how I would get back to the kitchen. I then thought, how do I bring up about the money for the pie. Am I supposed to collect or no? So I asked myself another question…. ‘ is it rude to ask him for the money? I reached in and pulled out the third card and it said. ‘absolutely, yes’. So I decided to not worry about the money. Mr. Ali, then asked me to have another drink and do him a favor. Oh man, Mr. C is probably freaking out wondering what is taking me so long, but I said what would you like Mr. Ali? He said, have another drink and maybe help me for a few minutes? There will be a nice gift for you if you do.’ I said I didn’t want to get in trouble with Mr. C. and he said, well why don’t you ask the cards, he gave them to you right? I thought, ok, the cards haven’t let me down yet, yes, I will ask the cards. So I thought to myself, ‘cards, should I have another drink and stay to help?’ Card #4, said, ‘absolutely, yes’. He look at the card, and said, very well then. He snapped his fingers and said, ‘drink for the boy’. I didn’t want to be rude and say to him that I turned 18 and I am now a man, but I thought that would be rude to correct him. I said, ‘this drink is for celebration? What are you celebrating?’ He said ‘this is somewhat of an Ali family reunion week, every year he brings some of the unmarried and married men from his country and other extended family from around the world to his home in the US for a few days. Most are here to find their soul mate, but a few just need to sew either oats before they go back home. Many came on private jets so their soul mates don’t have to worry about passports and customs and all that kind of thing. They can just sneak away without the paparazzi and media finding out. As we walked, several of the men commented to him he should get this moving, that the pie needs to be served before everyone gets blue balls, a couple even gave him a high 5. I had always thought the expression was that important royals like his family were blue bloods, but they must have said blue balls and I didn’t hear correctly. Anyway, we were back in the kitchen and I was starting to feel a little funny. His servers had cut into the pie and they had several plates of it on the counter. All of a sudden I remember the big dude that was in the back yard had said he wanted his pie delivered to him. Oh no, where did he want it taken? Oh, the woodshed, so I said to Mr. Ali, ‘there was this really big dude, I mean friend of yours on the back porch and wanted one of the first pieced of the pie and he wanted his pie brought to the woodshed. At least I am pretty sure he said woodshed?’ Mr. Ali said, ‘Oh? He did huh? That is your fathhh…. I mean Mr. C.’s best friend Terry. Terry is from Canada and travels the world. But yes, he is someone we want to keep very happy. Would you do me a favor Lukas?’ I said, ‘sure, what it is?’ Mr. Ali was over at the freezer putting a couple things in a brown paper bag and then I saw him put a couple of the spray cans like Mr. C had me get from his rec room and put those in the bag too. He then grabbed a really big piece of pie, and said. ‘Please, please boy, don’t delay, the other servers are all busy, please take this pie and this bag to Terry down in the woodshed.’ Just follow the path in the backyard past the pool and gardens and look for the small building with no windows and the red light above the door. Please don’t make a fuss, just knock once and enter and quietly and say. Sir, I have your present here and please take my cherry pie. Now I know Lukas you didn’t really make the pie, but tell him that exactly, ok? ‘Ok, I go down the path, to the building with the red light, I knock once, enter quietly and say….Sir, I have your present here and please take my cherry pie.’ I smiled and said, ‘got it right’? Mr. Ali, said, ‘perfect, it’s a bit of a long trail now, so don’t wait and don’t forget.’ ‘No worries Mr. Ali, I won’t let you down’. I then turned and headed down the dark path with my brown bag and cherry pie.

Part 4, making the first rounds and learning about life's lessons, At the first stop Mr C said he would do the talking and I could watch from a couple feet back. I listened to his words and paid close attention to remember what he said. Once back in the truck he handed me a $5 bill. He said. ‘Here pup, given that I am the boss and a loader, not a load carrier, the first rule, load carriers always keep the tips for what you earned, the loaders earn a great wage for providing the best pies in town.” ‘Wow, it’s that easy’? I said ‘Sure is, just remember to give the customer what they want and know it is up to you to do what they want or ask. You do whatever it takes to make them right and happy and then we can always talk about it afterward, am I clear?’ ‘Oh yes Sir, thank you Mr. C., I appreciate you showing me the way. At the next stop, I made the delivery and he watched from a few steps back. This person gave me $10 since Mr C told her it was my first day and 18th birthday. At the third stop, I got out by myself. Went to the door. A woman answered. She had on a super mini skirt that both ass cheeks were hanging out the bottom and had on a tiny halter top that her rack was hanging out of and I am not sure how those strings kept those big girls up. I started to get hard and I think she was flirting with me. She asked if I wanted to come in for a ‘slice’ in airquotes. Wait, I think she was coming on to me? I wasn’t sure what to do, she was hot and the customer so I hated to say no. But this wasn’t the way I wanted to loose my virginity. I mean I didn’t even know here, or her values, or favorite color or food or anything. Fuck, what was I to do. Then against my growing bulge I felt those cards Mr. C had given me in case I got confused. I discretely tried to take them out. I asked myself ‘Should I ask for her number or go in for a minute? I looked at card #1 and it said, ‘sorry I have to get back to work, maybe another day when I see you again?’ so, I told her I couldn’t but she wrote her number on a $5 bill and slipped it into my pocket brushing against my dick. Getting back in the car I was quiet as I backed out of her driveway. ‘Well...?’ Mr C said. ‘What happened there Lukas, I see you used your cards.’ I explained to him what happened and what she said and I noticed him also rearranging himself. He said, ‘that’s always the first lesson Lukas, there are going to be a lot of women trying to get into your pants. These women are Piranhas. They will eat you alive if you let them have their way and then give you the clap. Yeah, Lukas, you don’t want the clap, that’s bad shit there. You will get to know a few nice ladies, and maybe, we can talk about it then. Ok? Fucking piranhas’. My eyes were huge and I listening intently to every word. ‘Thank you Mr C, I was tempted by the devils tongue, there.’ I felt my uncut dick retreating into its hood after that. We started to head back to the store for more loads and we were both quite, until I said. ‘Mr C can I ask you something?’ ‘Sure pup, anything’, he said. ‘Well, I wondered something. Is, umm.... is, well...., is a, well is pussy as amazing as they say it is? Some of my buddies are starting to score with some girls and they said it is like sliding your dick over soft velvet. Is it?’ ‘I won’t lie. Yes it is, but there are some things even better. The problem is you see, it is warm, moist and fertile area. Therefore women can carry STDs and bugs in there. You must be careful Lukas. The cool this, Guys don’t have these issues really. Do you ever buddy stroke with your buds?’ I was startled by the question, but appreciated I was learning good stuff,so I said, ‘Well no, one asked but I told him I am not gay. I got nothing against them, I just don’t roll that way. Well, I haven’t rolled anyway honestly.’ ‘So you are still a virgin’? ‘Yeah I play with myself, like with my nipples and Dick and I circle my hole with my finger, but that’s all.’ ‘You circle your hole with your finger? Why?’ He said ‘Well, like I was telling you and Jax, my nipples are very connected somehow to my hole. So sometimes I take the clear sticky stuff off my penis and circle it around my hole. Like I am lubing it up like I am practicing on a girls pussy. I figured the first time I don’t want to act like a rookie.’ By the look on his face, I said. ‘Why is that bad or wrong?’ ‘Oh god no, that is very common in some men. Some men have their nipples connected to their cock and others, like you have them connected a little lower....to their holes. Both are great and have their importance. I tell you Lukas, it is much safer to let other guys show you stuff prior to trying it out on a girl. All us guys are in this together. We have to watch list for each other, help them, it’s all in the code of brotherhood. When you are circling around your anus, does it feel good? ‘Oh yes’ I said, ‘ it feels awesome, all tingly and slippery. You should try it sometime’. ‘Oh interesting, sounds cool pup, maybe I will. But, Yeah’ he said, ‘its way way better and safer to practice on men. Plus no one can get pregnant’. We reentered the pizza place and I was just trying to digest all this information. I’m learning so much. What a lucky guy I am to have someone as awesome as Mr C helping me. I saw Jax and Mr. C give each other a high 5 and comment the cherry pie looks awesome and is going to be the best ever. Let’s get it cooling and off with our next loads. Part 5, the brown bottle and cherry pie (we are almost to the best parts)

Part 3. My first day at work. The building of trust with Mr. C. Mr C. Turned the truck off and given I was super eager, I started to open the door. Just then, I felt his hand on my thigh. Startled, i turned my head and looked over at him. He pivoted his body toward me and said, ‘Lukas, do you like hanging out and spending time with me’? My eyes got big, I smiled and I nodded yes. ‘Do you trust me pup?’ I turned toward him and said, ‘Can I be honest?’ ’I would be disappointed if you weren’t pup’, he said. ‘I have always felt this strange connection to you Sir. It’s like you get me or you are part of me. You don’t make fun of me for being stupid, oh sorry for being “naive and slow” (making air quotes and rolling my eyes, my teachers get frustrated when I call myself stupid), I mean yes, I always felt you wanted best for me, but after helping me get that scholarship and getting me this job, I trust you completely.’ With a smile and a wink and a rustling of my hair again, he said, ‘you will make me proud and you will have plenty of money for school in the fall. He handed me several small folded up pieces of paper held together by a paperclip and said, I want you to put these in your front left pocket of your jeans. If tonight you ever get confused or wonder what you should do, I want you to take these out of your pocket and read the one marked #1. You are to think of a question to ask me, said say that question to yourself, this paper has the answer, so just trust me and do what it says and then put the note in your right pocket. If it happens again, you take them out, you pretend to ask me a question and read #2 and repeat the process. There should be enough to get you through the night. Do you understand what I am saying Lukas?’ As I lifted my butt off the leather truck seat he slid them deep into my left front pocket and then patted my upper thigh with a wink. ’I think so Mr C., when I get confused or not sure what to do, I should pull these out, pretend you are with me like this and ask you a question in my head, and read the first one, remember you said to trust you and to do what the note says. Then I put it in my right pocket. Then if I get confused again, I just repeat the process? Right.?’ ‘Yep, you got it buddy’. As getting out of the truck he said, ‘If you ever get in a bind you can text me too, but just pretend you are asking me and trust the notes and you will be great.’ The smell of pizza as we entered the back door was amazing. Mr C took me to his office and had me sign a bunch of forms and legal stuff. He then was looking through a stack of t-shirts and said they were out of Large size and medium. Handing me a small, he said he would get some brought in from the other store. ‘See if you can fit into this pup.’ Being shy and still not sure about my body, I turned my back to Mr. C., peeled off my t-shirt and pulled the C’s pizza t-shirt on. If fit like a glove, no tighter than a glove. I felt like a sausage packed into its casing. He said, oh sorry that is so tight, but you look great, the ladies will love that look and give you big tips, I am sure some of the guys will find you as tasty as our pies as well. Lol. Feeling more confident by his comments, I turned toward him. ‘Christ lukas, you are right, your nipples are very large for a boy your age.’ He playfully winked and tweaked them through my shirt. My eyes got big, my legs clamped together, I bent over a little and my shoulders turned in as I let out a slight moan. ’What was that Pup’? He asked. ‘I am sorry, I have a little issue with my nipples,’ I remarked. ’A little issue?’ Yes Sir, when they are touched, it does something to me.’ I said ‘Does something?’ He asked curiously. ’Yeah, it’s the strangest thing, but it sends waves through me.’, I said. ‘Waves’? ‘‘Yeah, like a get this electric pulse down,... well down to,..... well down to my, well.... to down there...’, looking down at my crotch. Just then this huge black dude strolled into the office and gave Mr. C. a high 5, and said ‘hey boss’. Mr C looked at me and said, ‘Oh your nipples are wired to your cock Lukas? Oh Lukas, this is Jax. He is the lead loader here.’ Jax’s eyes got big and said, ‘Wait, what? The new kids tits are wired to his dick, is that what you guys are talking about? Damn, good to know.’ And started laughing. I turned bright red, said blurted out, ‘No, no, no that’s not what I meant’. Mr C said, ‘it’s ok Lukas, Jax didn’t mean any harm.’ ‘No, it’s not that’, I said. They both looked at me like.... welll? I looked down, and said ‘it’s not my dick the impulses go to, it’s more like between my legs and lower, you know like under my nuts.’ I am beat red by now feeling like I just made a fool of myself in front of my boss and Jax. Jax was quick to put his massive dark hand on my shoulder and say ‘look kid, it’s all good, as long as the feeling goes someplace, it is totally normal.’ I looked up, and smiled and said ‘yeah? Really?’ Mr C said, ‘absolutely, mine are wired to my cock, but lots of boys, younger boys in particular are wired to their holes instead. Mine use to be wired to my hole, but now it goes straight to my dick’, and he grabbed his significant bulge. Jax said, ‘hey kid, my nipples have always been wired right to my big black dong, playing with mine totally gets freak on.’ He looks down at his jeans and I notice what looks his cock is gigantic and snakes several inches down the thigh in his jeans. ’Wow, that’s cool.’ Looking back and forth at them both, I said ‘we learned in school guys can’t talk about stuff like this at work, you can get in a lot of trouble’. Mr C started to talk, but then Jax interrupted said, ‘we are like a family here and respect each other, there isn’t anything we can’t talk about as long as it is said with respect and trust.’ With that, he turned to Mr. C and said, ‘boss, you texted me about making one of my sweet cherry pies today? ‘Yes, how is that coming? please Jax, it must be perfect’, Mr C said. ‘‘It’s about to head into the oven, did you want to see it? Trust me, I can see now and agree, it must be perfect.... and it is. It will need to get delivered in a couple hours. You know Mr Ali loves his swwwwweeeetttt cherry pie delivered when it is still warm and with lots of fresh cream.’ ’I trust you there big guy, go ahead and get it in the oven’, Mr C said. ’Did you hear any word on Billy, Mr. C?’ Jax asked. ’Yeah, he won’t be with us anymore, yesterday was his last day. The sheik said he got his passport arranged and should be released from the hospital tomorrow and he got one of his nurses to come along on the sheiks jet.’, Mr C said. They exchanged high 5s, and Jax said, ‘very nice work Mr C., congrats on another deal.’ After he left, Mr C told me to have a seat and he would explain operations. Mr C explained, ‘We break our operations into loaders and load carriers. As I said earlier, Jax is the lead loader. That was my role, but I am specializing into some new functions and managing other locations as well. He is your boss when I am not here. I trust and respect him completely as we discussed earlier. But being the leader loader means he is great at getting the pizzas and sometimes other pies ready to load into the oven. The load carriers, like you... will then be on the delivery team. The load carriers take over once the loaders getting the pies into the oven. The carriers, will get them out, cut, box and deliver them. We have some common load carriers. Emily, Bob are here today but there are a few others do that. Your role is the special deliveries. Like Jax and I were talking about, Billy, was our special load carrier, but he is relocating and moving soon. My truck has a special warming bin, since I know you, I trust you to drive my truck. These pies are for our really elite special customers. Most of our high wealth clients who expect and like superb customer service from our special load carriers. Oh, we also use this function for some party deliveries. You are very strong and these parties have a really heavy load to carry. With your size, I thought you would be perfect for this role. Do you understand Lukas?’ ’Yes Mr C, thank you for helping me follow that. I am a special load carrier for you and will treat your best customers with great customer service and work on carrying the really heavy loads at parties people are having.’ He smiled and said, ‘you got it exactly right pup’. He then took me out and introduced me to the others. We had a bit of rush so Mr C said, let’s help the common carriers and I can go with you and show you how it works. He grabbed a couple gatorades out of the cooler and as we loaded his truck he took one of the blue diamond vitamins. He asked if I took my vitamins today. I said ‘no Sir, we don’t have money for vitamins’. He said, ‘Lukas, that is unacceptable, if you are going to stay healthy and continue to bulk up before college at the gym, you have to have vitamins.’ I said, “I can get some with my first check’. He said. ‘Don’t be silly, I have plenty, here is some Gatorade, please take one of mine. Well, actually take two if you haven’t been taking them regularly.’ I notice him adjusting himself in his pants, I loved what a real dude he was. My dad was such a soft man, he wouldn’t ever be seen doing something that real men do. As I tried to swallow them, they were big enough they got caught in my throat. But another swing of Gatorade and they went down the hatch. He tossed me the keys and said, ok, let’s get rolling, these pies aren’t getting any fresher. Coming soon, part 4, and the special cherry pie to Mr. Ali.

I am personally on no meds at the moment in way it is my way to embrace being poz. For now I see my dingoes as being taboo allowing me to be a true sexual pig. At some point I know I will go on meds and I no I don't want Aids or to die like that but I also know that how I came about contracting HIV and accepting that I would contract it when I was playing would have been reckless. Why contract something only to begin treating it, if I do that I should have gone on Prep. I don't know but I have seen someone I know laying in that bed dying from Aids and it truly is a horrible death.