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I had resolved to rectify my long-held desire by finally fucking the arse of one of the members of the Breeding Zone. He was someone I had from time to time tried to meet up and desired to fuck his great arse bare. Unfortunately, each time work had prohibited the fulfilment of this arrangement. There was a small group of friends I'd gathered from my years on Breeding Zone that had also expressed some interest in joining me at my local sauna. I'd desired to get them all together to make an orgy out of it and give my big bottomed friend an experience to be remembered. I also secretly arranged to have another member attend to finish things off in a special way! The only time we could all make it was Saturday afternoon, I liaised with everyone and to my surprise all turned up bar my surprise special guest. This was going to be a day to remember. My big-bottomed friend had always said my escapades at the sauna sounded really exciting, now was I was going to show him why. Along with him, I'd invited a sexy Spaniard, who had also expressed interest in being bred by me and a hunky handsome hairless man, who I always thought we'd get off with each other well. We all quickly changed and I took them all to the dark room. I dropped my towel and I demanded that my big-bottomed friend suck my dick. I slid my seven inches into his warm mouth. He was greedy for cock and an excellent cock-sucker and soon my cock was standing proud and well-lubricated. Now was the moment of realisation of my desire these last two years. Meanwhile next to me, I noticed my Spanish and hairless companions were getting along well, having settled into a comfortable 69-position. I pushed him back onto the couch and rubbed my erect cock over his crack, which I then lubricated with copious quantities of lube. “Time for me to finally fuck this hole!”, I said as I got ready to plunge my stiff member inside his well-lubricated hole. This is a scene I’ve played in my mind many times, as I gently penetrated his hole, which was open and lubed. He pushed his bum up towards me 'til my bush was in his arse crack and our balls were touching, and I put my hands on his hips to hold him steady as I started to fuck his arse. He told tell me to fuck him harder, for which I needed no encouragement; his hole was mine for the fucking. He had sucked me off very well so that I was close enough to finish him off after a short but strong fuck. I was getting close to exploding deep within him!. As I fucked him harder he was pushing back in response, getting me as deep within him as possible. All of a sudden I could hold it in no longer and my jizz spurted out in great squirts. I couldn't believe how much was pouring into him and how long I squirted my sperm deep within him! After a few minutes, I pulled out exhausted with my efforts and pulled my now wilting cock out of his finally seeded hole. I was no longer in a position to continue topping so I sought out cocks that would satisfy my cravings for seed instead. Meanwhile as I'd hoped my efforts had attracted the attention of other people in the dark room, who now started roaming their hands all over his body and then one after the other they entered his now well-seeded arse with their lustful cocks ready to seed him some more! I now concentrated on my two other companions, who were still sucking one another off. First I took over sucking the hairless hunk, whilst the Spaniard took over reviving my now limp cock. I enjoyed sucking this big thick cock and I sucked him almost to ejaculation. He thrust his cock in and out my mouth as I felt his sweet precum. Then he turned me around and I daubed some lube into my arse. I felt his hands on my arse, pulling my cheeks apart and then the head of his cock pushing against my hole. I spread my legs apart and pushed back as his big cock entered slowly into my arse. I hadn't had anything this big up me for a long time but poppers helped me take it all in. He stopped for a moment after it was fully in and then he began to fuck me. Whilst he thrust his length in and out of me, I noshed on the Spaniard's cock. The time he'd already had been sucked off already paid its toll as I felt him spasm in his mouth, which filled with his hot cum. But I didn't swallow. Instead , I turned round and gave my forceful fucker a passionate open-mouthed kiss passing the Spaniard's cum into his mouth from mine. This turned him on massively and he thrust even harder into my pounded arse. Meanwhile, to my delight, I saw my special invitee had finally arrived and he was honing in on my big-bottomed neighbour. I could tell it was him, even in the relative dark of the room from the light from outside the door which cast a shadow on the impressive tattoo on his arm. His hands carefully explored his body, before sticking his large cock head inside his multiply-loaded arse. He spent little time with preliminaries, but ravaged his arse, pushing his cock in hard and fast with only one aim to shoot his toxic load inside this man. The sight of this was too much for my hairless humper, who now exploded deep within me. My craving for seed now satisfied and my cock now fully back to attention courtesy of my Spanish sucker, I was now able to fulfil another resolution to fill this Spaniard will my sperm. In a wordless exchange he changed from sucking me off to guiding my dick to his eager hole. I began to ease my dick in and out of his hole, pushing in slowly and then pulling out more quickly, trying to establish a good rhythm. He was delighted that he was finally being bred by me! Then I felt some hands on me. First feeling all my body, and then moving onto my nipples and working them as I fucked. Then his hands were on my balls and feeling my cock as it was going in and out of the Spaniard's arse. Just then I felt a cock between my legs. I eagerly pushed forward to receive his cock. It was huge! He was not gentle with me, he went right in hard,.He was back in to me hard and fast and it was constant. I wondered if I could take such a pounding. I was feeling quite sore despite the coating from my previous seeding. I started to get accustomed to his raping my hole,even when he really tore into me. He didn’t say anything; he just kept fucking my arse. His hands were pulling on my balls and fingers managed to force their way around my hole, feeling his shaft pound my hole. Then suddenly he forced himself fully into me and held his cock in for quite a while. I realised he was spunking his load inside me. He pulled out quickly and headed out of the room. I turned round to see the unmistakeable biohazard tattoo of my other invitee, he had not only pozzed my friend, but had shot his toxic load up me too! Any reference to people from the Breeding Zone is purely intentional!

18. Tony met with Aaron after school and found out about his latest argument with his parents. Aaron's parent's had his hole life planned out for him - study, find a job, meet a girl, get married, have kids. They were also very strict with him. He couldn't even go out. At 19! Aaron had long wanted to move out of the house, but, not having the money, he had remained subservient, also rationalizing remaining in the closet was the best course of action as he surmised if he announced he was gay his parents would likely disown him and kick him out. Tony wanted to help his friend, but didn't know how. He felt really bad for Aaron, particularly as Tony found himself really liking Aaron, and finding himself fucking pissed off by Aaron's old-fashioned, overly-strict parents! It was about 7 o'clock in the evening when Tony's cell phone rang. This was about two months after he had (unfortunately unsuccessfully) stealthed Josh, the blond twink. Tony just came back from the gym, his hot muscles pumped to the max, his arm muscles now actually matching Sam's. There was no doubt, Tony was a major alpha male. Aaron was on the other end of the telephone call, and in an angry, broken, all-but screaming voice, told Tony what had happened: in the midst of yet another argument with his parents, his dad snarled that Aaron, with his bad attitude, would never find a good job and a good young lady. In his frustration and fury, Tony responded by accidentally coming out to his parents. Whereupon his father punched Aaron and expelled him from the house. "Fucking homophobic dickheads!" Tony cursed, telling Aaron to stay by the phone, that he'd call right back. With that he sought out Rick and Danny, filling them in on Aaron's plight, asking if they had any advice. "Aaron? That nice cute Asian kid? Fuck that's so wrong! Bring him here. He can stay with us for now." "Really? Wonderful! He's not too far away. I'll give him a call and have him head on over here. Placing the call, Aaron was majorly relieved for the offer, and he and Tony agreed to meet on the corner. When they met, the two hugged and Aaron sobbed into Tony's shoulder. "It will be okay, don't worry," Tony urged, trying to assuage Aaron's pain as they walked to the house. "Hi Aaron. I'm so sorry to hear what happened," said Danny, who was waiting in the kitchen. "Thank you sir," replied Aaron. "Oh, please! Call me Danny!" Aaron only nodded and sobbed again. Tony hugged him tightly, and when Uncle Rick came downstairs, he likewise greeted Aaron saying "Hi Aaron. I'm so sorry about what happened. Don't worry. You can stay here for now. All the food and water is in the fridge, and I already prepared the guestroom for you. Tony, why don't you get Aaron settled in his room?" "Thank you. You have saved me," murmured Aaron. "Of course! We couldn't let you sleep in the street." "So... this is the guestroom. I know it isn't much, but it's better than a park bench. I'll go get you something to sleep in," Tony offered, mentally drawing up a list of essentials. "Thank you Tony. You're the best friend I could ask for!" "No problem mate! Any time. I'm here for you. Besides, I think this is for the best. You weren't happy with your living situation, and who knows for how much long you would've been able to take it. Now you are free! You can get a job that you actually want. You don't have to study law anymore! You never wanted to! I'm amazed that you made it this far. I would've dropped out from law major months ago. You can go out - get a boyfriend - you're free!" "You're right. It's going to take some time to process, but I guess I am free to re-make myself." "That's the spirit, champ! Don't worry, you'll be just fine here!" laughed Tony as he stepped into his room to raid his closet for clothing for Aaron to sleep in - only to discover he couldn't find anything decent for Aaron in his wardrobe! He mostly slept naked, or only in underwear, so pajamas were out of the picture since he didn't have any, and most of his underwear consisted of merely jock straps - as Tony loved how they made his hot bubble butt look inside his pants. The only three regular briefs he had, were coincidentally in the washer at the moment, leaving the only available clean non-jockstrap underwear he found were a pair of studded leather briefs from Rey's shop, a pair of see-through briefs he had received as a joke from Duke the preceding Christmas, and one pair of old green regular briefs, in which he found a hole in the ball area. "Fuck!" he cursed, and grabbed the best he could find, telling Aaron "Here you go, buddy. Sorry, but I couldn't find any fresh regular briefs. You know I don't have many. So you'll have to take one of my jocks," handing Aaron a red and white jockstrap and a plain white tank top. "Thanks Tony. It's fine. It's warm outside anyway," replied Aaron with heartfelt thanks as he stepped into the bathroom to get cleaned up. 19. Danny, Tony and Rick were having breakfast the next morning, Saturday, when Aaron came down, only wearing the jockstrap and tank top Tony had given him. When the guys saw Aaron, all three stared: as gym time was one of the few activities of which his parents had approved, Aaron had made the most of it, and his physique was excellent. When Aaron saw the guys staring he felt out of place, so he did an about face to get into some additional clothing which, of course, meant they all now had a clear view of his shapely ass. Danny, however, called out "No, no, no, it's all good Aaron! Come get some breakfast," as everyone, Aaron included, burst into laughter. After some discussion, later that morning Tony drove over to Aaron's parents' house where he would pick Aaron's stuff, knowing Aaron couldn't reasonably see his parents again. Not that soon. Knocking at the door, Aaron's little brother appeared asking "Uhmm.... hi?" "Hi, I'm Tony, Aaron's friend. I'm here to get Aaron's stuff for him," said Tony. The teenager admitted Tony, introducing him to his parents. Tony asked to retrieve Aaron's clothing and personal property. Mother and Father agreed, telling their youngest son to accompany Tony, but their cold anger was obvious, Tony went to Aaron's old room, gathered Aaron's clothing, school-related items, his laptop and other potentially useful items into some large plastic bags he had thought to bring. Aaron's parents were clearly eager for him to leave, so Tony left as quickly as he could. The parents stared coldly as he left, although the younger son, who's name was Chase, gave a much warmer farewell smile. Sometime later that day, in fact it was the next day as midnight had come and gone, Tony and Aaron got back home from a night out in town. It was Aaron's very first night out in town. Making it to Aaron's room, the two men laughed with genuine pleasure. "You know... I really enjoyed it. You really saved me!" said Aaron. He came a little closer to Tony and placed his hands on his hips. Tony grabbed him by the ass and pulled him into a hot kiss. They feverishly made out, their cocks at rigid attention. Aaron pulled Tony away, throwing in on the bed, sitting on top of his hard cock, grinding down on it even through his jeans as they continued making out. Tony cupped Aaron's ass and started pulling his jeans down, revealing the jock strap that Tony had given Aaron. "We're gotta get you more of those,." Tony grinned, slapped Aaron's ass, pulled the jock down and revealed Aaron's thick, veiny eight and a half inch cock. Admiringly Tony remarked "Whoever said Asians weren't packing?" Tony shook his head and gestured for Aaron to sit on his chest, leaving Tony to swallow Aaron's cock. Aaron, meanwhile, reached backwards and managed to unbutton Tony's jeans, extracting Tony's monster. "Aaron wait!" "What?" "I... I gotta tell you something," said Tony as he removed shirt, asking "You know what his means?" pointing at his biohazard tattoo. Not waiting for Aaron's reply he continued explaining "It means that I'm HIV positive. In fact I'm toxic, Aaron." Aaron looked at Tony in shock, trying to process this information, but looking down on his hot muscular, tatted, pierced, toxic friend, he realised he couldn't resist. "Shut the fuck up and give me your dick." he groaned as he turned around and started sucking that monster cock. When Aaron felt Tony's tongue at his hole, his thick cock bounced, and Aaron gagged and choked on Tony's pierced cock, and his own cock was dripping hot neg precum on Tony's chest. "Fuck!" he groaned, his mouth full of cock and turned around. They kissed. Aaron tasted his own ass from Tony's lips. His cock bounced again. Without thinking Aaron demanded "Fuck me til I fucking scream!" "Your wish is my command!" grinned Tony, flipping Aaron over onto his stomach so his hot bubble butt, still wearing the jockstrap invited Tony's cock inside. Tony pushed his way in, and Aaron groaned with pain and pleasure. Thrusting deeply into the bubble butt, Tony held onto Aaron's jockstrap, gradually building-up intensity, slapping Aaron's ass, using the hole for its intended purpose. As the first tinglings of Tony's orgasm made themselves known, Tony's pace picked-up, and his dirty talk increased as he grunted "I'm gonna pump your ass full of my toxic poz cum, baby, and trust me, it makes good young innocent boys like you turn into nasty pigs. It turned me, and it's gonna turn you. Soon, you'll get your boy cunt filled with a hot poz load and it's gonna knock you up. And then we will turn you into the biggest fucking hot pig in town!" "Yeah? I fucking hope so!" "You do? You fucking want my charged-up load?" "YEAH! POZ ME UP!" Tony felt his poz cum boiling up in his balls as he all but shouted "Yeah, FUCK!" Tony roared as his balls pumped his tainted seed into his up-until-now innocent friend. "FUCK YEAH! TAKE ALL OF MY HOT POZ CUM! GONNA KNOCK YOU UP REAL GOOD!" "Fuck yeah! Poz me up!" Aaron groaned. The toxic flow from Tony's cock ended, but before the energy dissipated Tony announced "Come on! I want your last neg load inside my ass!" With that Tony withdrew from Aaron's ass, flipped Aaron around and sat on his thick, lengthy cock, riding it for what it was worth. Aaron couldn't believe what was happening. He just got fucked and filled with poz cum by his best friend's monstrous pierced cock, and now his cock was planted in the ass of that hot tatted, pierced poz muscular hunk. Yeah, Aaron's cock was deep inside Tony's ass, and Aaron was on the cusp of blowing possibly his very last neg load into Tony's ass. Aaron felt the pressure building up his his balls, and involuntarily exclaimed "Oh FUCK! I'm cumming!" as he pumped at least ten huge shots of neg cum into Tony's ass. They kissed again and fell asleep a few minutes later, Aaron's cock still inside Tony's hole. More cumming in a few days, pigs. Let me know your thoughts, although I won't be really active for the next few days.

This is not the story of some straight muscle jock suddenly becoming gay, or the story of a “top only” homo learning to bottom. No, I came out when I was 15, I’ve always thought of myself as vers, though mainly in theory. I’ve topped boys, and I’ve been topped, but in the end, I found that anal just wasn’t really my thing. I loved giving head. It was my passion. This though is the story of how I found a new passion, of how I learned that I actually do enjoy anal, and more than that I need it. This is the story of how I learned that my ass hole is not a hole but a pussy, more over a cunt that needs filled with seed. This is the story of how I became a cumpig to a rough, bear, with a fat cock. This is the story of the man who changed my life. This is the story of how I become a bottom for raw cock. First a little about me. I’ve never thought that I was exceptionally attractive, though I think I’m pretty cute and at the time of this story was 27. I’m about 5 foot nine, with light brown hair; I’ve never loved my natural hair so usually I dye it blonde in the summer leaving me with blonde streaks for most of the year. I work out fairly regularly, though I still eat whatever I want so I’m not terribly thin and I certainly don’t have a six pack. What I do have is a narrow waist, a nice chest, arms with a strong vein running down the bicep, and a thick bouncy ass from lots of running. I’m not what you’d call super hairy by any means but I’ve got a nice covering across my chest and down my stomach, and a nice hairy ass. At the time I met Sir I think I’d been fucked maybe half a dozen times in my life, though I’d certainly sucked more than my share of cocks. On this particular day that’s what I was aiming to do. Having just gotten home from the gym, I lay on my bed in just my still sweaty shorts scrolling through my porn Tumblr (I miss porn Tumbler so much) my cock getting harder as I scrolled. I’m always super horny when I get back from the gym and today was no exception. I started to think that more than jerking off I wanted to swallow a thick cock. It was maybe 1 P.M. on a Saturday and in Harlem there is almost always someone around. Opening up Scruff I started to scroll. I sent out some woofs and some messages to regulars when he messaged me. His profile photo was of a solidly built torso with beautiful pink nipples, thick dark hair, and a strong treasure trail leading out of the frame, what it didn’t have was a head. Still I read though his stats. He was 41, lived with in a half mile of me, six feet tall, muscular. I opened his message. Directly following his quick greeting was a photo of a thick fat cock. It had a broad flat head, several thick veins running down the toilet paper roll thick shaft, thick dark pubes at the base, and two heavy looking low hanging balls hanging below. Without even seeing his face I was taken in. I wanted to swallow that cock. I loved feeling my jaw stretched to its maximum around a dick. I wanted to feel that man’s cum hit the back of my throat. “Damn, that’s a beautiful cock” I responded. “Thanks, boy,” he replied a few seconds later, asking "what are you looking for?” “Honestly I just got home from the gym and I’m horny as fuck. I really want to suck some cock today.” “Well, what a surprise. I’m looking for someone to come suck my fat cock for me.” “Perfect!” I responded, and then before I could ask him for a face pic or anything else he sent me his address. “Come get this fat cock now if you want it boy. Don’t bother showering from the gym or anything. Just come get my dick in your mouth.” My cock throbbed. I don’t know why but there was something about him, the way he talked, or maybe just the sight of his absolutely perfect cock. Whatever it was that something overruled the rest of my brain. I pulled a shirt on, slipped into some shoes, and grabbed my keys. He only lived ten blocks downtown from me and I had walked half way there before I remembered I didn’t know what he looked like. In another half-block I decided I didn’t care. I had no idea how much things were going to change for me over the next few hours and days. I got to his apartment as quickly as I could. I buzzed the door. A somewhat gruff if tinny voice came across the speaker saying only "Third floor,” as the door lock clicked open. The stairs were at the back of the building. As I walked down the typical narrow New York apartment building hallway I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Then, there I was, right in front of his door. Taking a deep breath, I knocked. There was a brief pause and then the door opened. There he stood, the most perfect man I had ever seen. I had been prepared for some troll with a good body, but the man who stood before me was stunning. He had a broad, strong, handsome face, and a thick black mustache across his whole top lip. His tight black t-shirt was stretched thin across his wide muscular chest and a thick tuft of chest hair stuck up from the collar. He clearly wasn’t wearing underwear, and through his thin basketball shorts I could see the outline of his semi-hard cock. “Get in here boy,” his resonant baritone voice rumbling in my chest. “And strip.” I stepped inside and he closed the door behind me. Without thought or hesitation I stripped off my clothes, even though I was a little surprised. My experience had been that a guy who just wanted his dick sucked would simply whip it out, and neither of us would actually get undressed. This man however, clearly had different ideas. “Good boy. I’m Michael,” he said, and I blushed a little realizing along with not asking what he looked like I also hadn’t asked his name. For a split second I asked myself what kind of spell had he placed over me. “Stephen,” I replied. “That’s great, but from now on you will address me as 'Sir' and I will address you 'Boy'. Is that clear?” I nodded. “When I ask you a question you respond with ‘Yes Sir’, boy.” “Yes Sir” I replied immediately replied. I had no idea why I was saying it but it made my cock hard to do so. I think I was harder than I had ever been before. My mouth was watering I wanted so badly to get my lips around that cock. “Now, let’s get you what you came here for.” With that he pulled his shirt off revealing the torso from his profile photo. His thick chest hair swirled over strong muscular pecs, his middle was thick with muscles without ever really manifesting into a six pack. He looked like the sort of man who gained his bulk from physical work not the gym. He walked over to the couch, and just before he sat down he pushed his gym sorts off revealing his perfect cock. I stared at it, half hard, sticking up slightly from his crotch but still too soft to fully lift its own weight. “Well,” he said shaking his cock at me, “come wrap those pretty dick sucking lips around my cock, boy.” I basically sprinted the few feet between us and fell to my knees between his legs. His crotch smelled musty, of sweat and testosterone. I loved it. Hungrily I licked around his head, pulling the still mostly soft cock into my mouth. I felt it start to harden as I swallowed the shaft down. It grew thicker and thicker in my mouth with each bob of my head. I was in heaven. My own cock was hard as a rock, and I moved to jerk it slowly as I sucked him but Sir had other ideas. “Get your fucking hand off your cock. Did I say you could jerk off? No, you get off when I say you can boy.” He shoved my head down hard, pushing more of his cock into my mouth. I gagged a little but just kept swallowing. I wanted his load down my throat more than anything in the world and I was willing to work for it. I swallowed him to the balls, my nose nestled deep in his pubes breathing in his scent. His hands drifted from the back of my head down my body as he leaned forward. His cock thrust forward, shoving more than I thought possible down my throat, my eyes were watering, and I was so focused on what I was doing that I barely noticed his hand reach my ass. My body however responded for me. I felt my back arch, and my ass stick out more as I stuck my tongue out and licked at his balls. I was light headed and it was as if there was no more air left in my body but I didn’t care: I needed his load in my stomach. One of his fingers rubbed against my hole, and to my own surprise I moaned around his cock. The more I sucked him, and the more he teased my hole the more I started to think that I might want him to fuck me. It seemed crazy at the time, I probably hadn’t bottomed in over a year, but now I was starting to think I wanted this massive cock inside me. He must have read my mind, “I think you want more than to just swallow my cock don’t you boy. I should have known, boys like you always end up begging me to fuck them.” I pulled off of his cock, “Honestly, Sir, I really did just come here to swallow your load.” “Hmmmm, you might be telling the truth, but now that I’ve seen that nice furry ass I have some other ideas of my own.” My heart thudded hard in my chest, was I ready to be fucked by this cock, could I take it, did I want to? “Follow me.” He pushed me back and got up off the couch, his cock sticking straight out from his body. I followed him into the bedroom where he lay down on the bed. “Sit on my face boy, I’m gonna eat that pussy while you blow me.” I’d never had my hole called a pussy before and my heart skipped a beat. Quickly I climbed up on the bed and pushed my ass back onto his face, and then bent forward to swallow his cock again. “Mmmmmm,” he growled, “still nice and ripe from the gym. Good boy.” His tongue brushed against my hole and I gasped. I had only been rimmed once before and I don’t think the guy was very into it. Sir, however, was very into it. His tongue first lapped across my hole, flicking against my tight pucker, then started to swirl around the outside of it coating my hole in lots and lots of spit. I moaned and panted as I went back to swallowing his cock. Sir’s hands were on either side of my hips pulling my ass back onto his face, pushing his nose tight into my crack. I felt his tongue start to push against my hole lightly and my whole body seemed to start to go slack. It was as if he was pushing some button inside of me that I hadn’t known existed until then. My body was turning to putty in his hands. I sloppily swallowed his cock while steadily pushing my hips back against his face. He pushed his tongue harder against my tight hole as I shoved back into him and I felt myself start to open for him. My tight pucker started slowly to part, and give way to his slow but steady onslaught. I groaned and pulled myself up off his cock and rocked back, putting most of my weight on him. His tongue pushed into me, opening me up, and I felt my hole bloom open. I had never felt anything like this before. My whole body was electrified, his mustache rubbed against my hole as he moved his tongue around. I felt myself getting more and more loose and the little voice in the back of my mind that had started to think I might want to get fucked was steadily growing to a yell. I bounced a little on his tongue and felt him growl his satisfaction into my hole. Sir gave me a hard shove and pushed my ass off of his face. "Get on your back pig,” he ordered. I flipped off of him and lay flat on my back. Sir stood-up, moving between my legs. My cock was rock hard, harder than I think it had ever been. A steady stream of precum oozed down my shaft. “You’ve got a tight pussy boy,” he said putting my legs on his shoulders. "Maybe you told the truth in your profile and you are more of an oral boy. But by the way you were pushing that hole back onto my tongue tells me you’re ready to change that.” “Change that, Sir?” “I’m going to do you a favor today. I’m going to make you my boy. I was just going to send you home with one of my loads in your stomach but I think instead I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing and fill your gut with my cum.” “I… um… I…” I stammered, then I felt his cock head brush against my wet hole. Initially I froze, my whole body tensed, but then, as if on command, my body seemed to relax and slid down closer to him. My jaw unclenched, my shoulders relaxed, I let out a breath, the knots came out of my stomach, and my hole seemed for a moment to loosen and twitch allowing just the very tip of his blunt cock head to press inside. “Good boy,” he said and carefully dropped a big glob of spit onto his cock and my hole. He leaned forward, his face an inch from mine and said in a deep rough whisper, “deep breath in, count to three and the let it out slowly.” I did as he said, breath in, one, two, three, and then out slowly. The rest of the tension went out of my body and as it did he pressed his cock into my hole. “Mmmmm, feel that pussy opening up for me. Deep breath in again, boy. A lot more cock still needs to slip into that boy hole.” We repeated the deep breath process three more times before he said, “There we go.” I felt him push the last part of his cock into me and his balls come to rest on my ass. My head was sipping. My hole had never been so full, all of the other times I had been fucked I had felt stuffed, or pushed, but this was different. This was a glorious feeling of being opened up, my whole body was on fire with excitement and lust. My cock was pouring out precum, and my hole seemed desperate for more. “How does that feel, boy?” “Amazing, Sir,” I panted. “I knew you’d like Sir’s big cock in that sweet pussy. You want Sir to fuck you, don’t you boy?” “Yes, please, Sir.” “You want Sir to give you his load, don’t you, boy?” “Yes Sir,” and as I answered I knew what was different. I understood what had changed. I had never been fucked bare before, this was the first raw cock I had ever taken. Removing that thin piece of latex had changed the world for me. “Good boy. I’m going to fill you up good.” He slowly withdrew his cock out of my hole commenting "I’m going to teach you how to be a real pussy boy. A hole this good shouldn’t be wasted on some cock sucker.” Just the tip of his cock was inside me now, and as he continued to speak he pushed back inside me. I let out a long low moan. “This is the kind of ass that begs men like me to breed it. When I’m done with you, boy, you’ll be begging the next guy to hit you up on Scruff to fuck your cunt, not your throat.” Again his balls slammed against my ass, and as he again made a slow withdraw Sir commented "I’m gonna train this pussy good, loosen you up, get you ready to just bend over and take whatever comes to you.” I felt my hole flex a little as the tip of his cock pulled against my ring from the inside. “You want that boy, don’t you? Now that you’ve felt Sir’s cock deep inside that pussy of yours, you know you want to feel like this all the time.” “Yes Sir,” I breathed. “Good boy. Push that pussy out for me, push it out against my cock.” I pushed out for him. I felt my hole open wider around his cock. Then he slammed back into me. The whole length of his cock in one quick thrust was thrust in its entirety into my hole. I yelled out but as his cock bottomed out in me the head struck something deep within me and my yell became a deep guttural moan. It was too perfect. Something inside of me had just broken. Some final barrier within my body was gone and my ass became his fuck hole. It was as if the rest of me didn’t exist, I was just a hole. My cock was completely forgotten, and all I could think about was wanting to feel like this more. “That was your second hole opening up for me boy. That was your hole taking its first step to being the pussy its destined to be.” With that he pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it back in again. I grunted, like an animal in heat. My entire focus was on my hole and his cock. "Keep pushing it out for my boy. I want that cunt nice and sloppy when I’m done.” For ten minutes, probably, he pummeled my hole while I kept pushing out, keeping it open for him. I felt my hole changing. I felt myself getting looser. It was easier each time to take him, and he seemed to be getting deeper like he was rearranging my guts. I was in heaven. With each thrust I let out a deep low grunt and each time he pulled out completely I felt a sinking emptiness inside me. I needed this. Sweat started to build on both of us and the room started to smell of sex. It was intoxicating. You never got this just blowing a guy. Suddenly he grabbed me by my hips and in one swift motion flipped us so that he was now on his back and I was sitting on his lap completely impaled on his cock. “Ride me boy,” he instructed. So I did. I started to bounce hard, almost completely pulling-off his cock, only then to slam my ass back down, my balls bounding off of his stomach. There was a massive wet spot in the pelt of hair that covered his stomach from my drooling cock. I was yelling and moaning, I couldn’t help myself. I had never loved anything so much. I could feel every vein and ripple in his cock as it slid in and out of my slick hole. His head kept hitting new places inside of me sending fresh waves of ecstasy through me. My second hole was now as loose and my first and his cock had free reign over my hole. I have no idea how long I rode him but I could have done it forever. Sweat ran off of me and I could smell my own musk growing. Finally, after what was a beautiful lifetime he again grabbed me and tossed me onto my back. His cock came out of my hole as we rolled and once I was on my back he slammed back into me. This time was different though, there was a new energy to his fucking a roughness, a need that had to be fulfilled. I guessed at what was coming. “You ready for my load boy?” “Oh my God! Yes, Sir! Please, give me your load!” I practically shouted. “Good answer boy.” He pounded even harder, his rhythm becoming erratic, his breathing getting rough. The with a deep roar he slammed the full length of his cock into my body as I felt it swell and then being to pulse inside of me. For the first time ever I was taking a man’s load inside of me. I was being bred, and I loved it. I could feel every pulse of his cock, I felt warmth spread through my body. I was lost in euphoria. We stayed like that for a long minute. Both panting as we came down from the fuck. I still hadn’t cum but I felt a different kind of satisfaction. Slowly he pulled his softening cock out of my hole, and as he did so I began to feel a deep emptiness taking its place. Now empty and full of longing I looked at the man who had just bred me. A smile spread across his handsome face. He lent down and kissed me for the first time. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I felt his moustache against my lips. Then he sat up. “Good boy. You did well. So, here’s what happens next.” His fingers brushed my loose wet hole, “Think of it like a test.” He slid two fingers inside of me. “I’ve got some work to do so you’re going to go home,” a third finger was added, “You are not to shower,” the fingers started twisting around inside of me, “you are not to cum, you are not to let any of my load out of your hole.” Reaching over to the night stand, Sir pulled something out that I didn’t see. He spat on the object and then, removing his fingers from my hole, pressed it inside of me. It started out narrow and then flared so that it stretched my hole for a moment before popping inside. “You are not to remove this butt plug unless you are going to get fucked. Now this is the part where you get some choice in your test. Along with denying yourself the joy of cumming and staying the sweaty fucked out mess you are now, you will take at least two more loads today. When I am done with work at 7.30 tonight I will text you, and I will breed you again tonight and give you those two loads. But if you cannot wait that long, and something tells me that you won’t be able to, you are to get on Scruff and find another cock of no less than seven inches to breed this sweet little cunt in training.” He pushed hard against the butt plug. Involuntarily I moaned. "Do you understand?” “Yes Sir.” “Good boy. Now get out”

Normally im not too into the sex party atmosphere that often happens at hotel rooms here in orlando. As a heavyset guy I get passed over for the ridiculous number of bottoms here. I tended to prefer places like the bathhouses and the bars. But on this particular night I had lube, fresh poppers, and really didnt feel like driving halfway across town and dropping 20 bucks for the baths. I logged onto all the sites. I looked at the same profiles I had a thousand times, and swapped over to local event listings. Sure enough the area was lit up with events, perhaps due to the holiday season. Most were way away by the attractions, and not really my thing, but at a hotel near ucf it seemed a visitor had something set up to go in only about 3 hours. My invitation request was answered immediately. The host was a swiss top, (though he sucked cock), shorter than my 6 feet at only 5ft 8, with pale skin and a powerful build. I admit I expected to be shot down by a man with a defined figure but he was more than happy to invite me. His cock was uncut, thick, about 7 inches, and looked incredible. I looked through the lists of guys attending, and saw two other bottoms, one a chub like myself and the other a twinky guy in his early 20s. besides us only 3 others were listed as going, all "versatile bottoms". I expressed to the host I wanted to make sure I had fun, and he promised that he would fuck me, and that there would be other tops to play. I figured he alone would be worth the trip, and that if nothing else others watching would turn me on. With 20 minutes to go I finished my prep, cleaning myself out. Checking the listing and double checking with the host I saw that the event now had many more attendees listed, including a ton of tops. Figuring maybe I would be in for excitement I messaged the host and he confirmed that at least 1 bottom was safe only and would bring condoms in case, which soothed my worries. I prelubed my hole, grabbed my poppers and headed out. I was a bit nervous walking through the halls of the hotel, but the room was not hard to find. A knock at the door and I was quickly being ushered into a dimly lit hotel room by the gentleman who had invited me. He introduced himself as luca, and briefly walked me to the otherside of the room, where three guys were witting on a bed looking at their phones. I was introduced with the pronouncement that "the first bottom boy is here". there was a tall black man seated at the end of the bed, who barely looked up at me before returning to his phone. A hispanic guy, a bit shorter than me but heftier, pretty big dude, stood up and put his phone in his pocket. the last was a white guy, tall, slim older guy in his late 40s which I always find hot. he had a gruff complexion and a sort of country attire to him. he started undoing his belt before I was even introduced. Being announced like a prize at the fair kinda stunned me, and I stood and stared blankly at the 4 men in the room while the oldest took his pants completely off. He looked at me like I was an idiot and gestured to his cock "well?.....suck it faggot" For some reason getting called that fires up a part of my brain, and I walked right over, dropped to my knees, and swallowed his half hard cock to the base. I heard the others laugh and talk as I sucked him harder. His cock was clean and shaved, sliding effortlessly through my lips. I felt the hispanic guy reach down and I let him take my shirt off, taking a big drag of poppers after. As the cock in my mouth grew to at least 8 inches those poppers helped it slip down my throat. I felt chubby walk next to me and turned to find his stubby fat cock in my face. a heavyset guy with a really fat knob can be a challenge, and my jaw ached immediately. This guy was already hard as steel, and was just over 6 inches of really thick cock, his knob and shaft were obscenely thick, which was hot as fuck for me, but realistically really hard to suck. Each time my jaw needed a break I switched to deep throating the long white cock next to me. I heard our host start some music and let 2 more guys in, though I did not hear or see any action, mostly talk. Out of nowhere the big knobby cock blew its load in my mouth. I gagged loudly and his cock blasted big ropes of cum all over my face as I couldnt keep it in my mouth. All talk in the room stopped, and the tall guy grabbed my face, slowly using his cockhead to push all the cum across my face into my mouth. He wasnt quick about it, pinning my head. I was impossibly turned on, I could see every face in the room glued to me as he disgustingly dragged his drool covered cock across my cummy face, filling my mouth with cum. Several voices in the room said "swallow it!" and when I gulped it down I heard praise from every corner. I was pulled up, my pants were pulled off, and I was put on the bed on all fours. The host laid down in front of me, stroking his already hard cock. it looked bigger in person, and between the lust I had from the depravity of the scene and the poppers I swallowed it to the root like it was nothing. as I did, someone I coudlnt see roughly shoved a finger in my asshole. I was already cleaned and lubed so while it stung I wasnt exactly crying out, and I felt hands on my ass, my chest, the back of my head. everywhere. The finger withdrew and a different one entered, again and again, as guys started taking turns playing with my ass. I asked our host if he had the condoms. He gave me a shrug "condom guys a no show" and pushed me back down on his cock. Soon I had 2, then 3, then 4 fingers at a time in my ass. And as I squirmed I felt the bearded face of the previously uninterested black man as he proceeded to eat my hole. I moaned in ecstasy, noting that the more whorish I squirmed and moaned, the more earnestly the hands and mouths came. My tiny cock ached as it was swollen beyond belief, I was leaking cum out the tip like a faucet. The parties host wiggled his way out from under me, to be replaced by a newcomer, some guy in his early 20s with a small 6 inch cock. I moaned in complaint as the mouth eating me left, and felt the weight of a man behind me as our host slid his cock along my asscrack. The tall older guy grabbed my throat, which surprised me and turned me on, lifting my head up and putting poppers under my nose. I took huge drags, mostly because I was panting, and the buzz washed over me as the host started pushing his cock into my ass. Thick uncut cock is the best, and I came violently and painfully, each burst almost stung I was so hard, as he bottomed his dick out in my ass. I was returned to the cock in front of me as I was fucked in slow piston strokes. Young guy told the host he needed to blow and started wiggling out. Tall guy grabbed me saying "dont move faggot" making my cock twitch. Young guy got behind me, awkwardly stuffed his cock into my ass, and fucked me off rythym while tall guy slowly fed me his long cock. I felt my fucker twitch and jerk and withdraw. the telltale runny warm drip from his withdrawal letting me know he was done. In a rush, chubby hispanic guy climbed up on the bed and rammed his dick in my ass, which hurt like fuck. He shoved its whole length in and came immediately. His withdrawal hurt more than his entrance and I nearly cried into the cock in my mouth. I collapsed a bit onto the bed, the effort had really worn me out and the unexpected thick entry had me reeling. The older gent grabbed my legs and pulled me around towards him on my back. He had smeared lube on his cockhead. and the cold lube and thin cock making its way into me was almost soothing after my rough assault. As he bottomed out I felt him enter the deepest depths of me yet hit and it was so fucking good. He held his dick bottomed out in me, and I felt it deep inside when he loaded the depth of my ass with cum. As he withdrew I whimpered, and he held my legs open, presenting my asshole to some guy who I think had just walked in. The dude wasnt able to get it up right away, but the host was still up and slowly sunk his way back into me. A guy got to the side of my head, the black man from earlier, which is a position that sucks to take dick from. but his cock was the biggest so far, easily 9 inches and cut. I slurped and licked but couldnt take much from the angle, another white guy took position on the other side, and it was fun alternating between them, if hard on my neck. The host slowly fucked me to a steady rythym the whole time, sending shivers down my whole body. The black man staring down at me asked if I deepthroat big dick, I just nodded nervously, and he motioned for the guys to flip me over again. I now was on my stomach, with my legs to the floor. Someone I couldnt see but im pretty sure hadnt fucked me yet slid into my asshole. The black cock in front of me smacked me in the face while I tried to take drags of poppers. My breathing was so ragged the hits I took had me flying a bit. Thats when the cock entered my mouth. He wasnt all that thick, not slim but not hard to open for thankfuly. I was horny, flying high on poppers, and more than little used at this point, so his first thrust buried every single inch in my throat without so much as a gag. he worked his cock into me slow, all the way out, all the way back in, almost like the cock fucking my ass at the same time. The guy fuckign me came, and was replaced by the host, who also came after less than 5 pumps. My hole was no longer tight, but gaping and leaking. The black cock left my throat and he shifted to take position in my ass. another newcomer, I think an arab guy, took position at my throat with a nice big uncut cock. It was very big, but sweaty and musky. It had a big fat knob much thicker than the shaft, which with his foreskin looked like some sort of alien appendage. I felt the stretching of my insides as the cock behind me entered deeper than the others had. The cock in front of me made it past my lips, and I felt an odd and slightly hot fullness and strain as it opened my throat. His pubic hair was even muskier as it hit my face. and with both big cocks buried in me to the hilt I came. I shook with the orgasm, causing my throat to seize up on the cock in my mouth with withdrew while I gasped. In my disorientation my fucker dialed up his fuck and pounded me for his nut. The arab guy pulled me around as the load dripped and gathered all the cum around my ass on his cockhead before fucking me. Nobody took position at my mouth and I noticed another bottom had arrived and was surrounded. My fucker blew pretty quick, and I stood up and got my bearings for the first time since my arrival. Of the original guys only the host and the larger black gent, who was leaving, remained. There was a young twink bottom handling the attention of about 5 tops. I took it as a sign to get a drink, then maybe be on my way. The cum leaking down my legs was ridiculous, but I felt hot and whorish so I made my screwdriver naked, without wiping a bit off. Some of the guys around the twink came over to make drinks, and the host let 2 more guys into the room as I mixed. Some of the guys told me it was hot to watch me, and I thanked them. One of the newcomers literally walked into the room and stripped, which was a bit odd. he was thin, athletic, and very dark with a big uncut cock. It wasnt quite as long as the guy who had left, but still impressive, I could see why he was proud to be naked. He strode to the crowd with the twink, but it was clear he was busy. The guy came to the drinks, saw my wet ass, and walked up to me. I was talking to the other tops, but he interuppted us, pointed to the counter and said "give me your ass". Both guys scoffed, but they and I were shocked as I went ahead and braced myself on the counter, letting him get behind me as I huffed poppers. He fucked me hard and deep immediately, and it was an amazing fuck. he had me against that counter for a good 15 minutes, not letting anyone else till he busted a huge nut. Other guys were nearby jerking off, and when he finished he spanked me and pointed at some guy, telling him to "fuck this pussy". Him and the two my new friend demanded fuck me after were all average white guys, and all came fairly fast inside me. I was incredibly tired. and my legs were really not up to keeping me in position. As the last two fucked me I heard talk that the other bottom wasnt taking loads, and that several had cum in him anyway. The host asked me if I needed a break and I told him my legs werent up to the counter fucking anymore. He was happy to help, walking to the bed next to the twink, and laying me back on my back. He announced to the room that this one (pointing to the twink) wasnt taking loads, so to just use this one (pointing to me) to dump your nut when your finished. I had a cock in me in less than a minute, spurting seconds after entering. Id been drinking, and keeping track of who was doing what was not really an option. I was getting fucked for more than just a quick nut, but guys who needed to nut would have my fucker pull out so they could quickly load my hole. A guy with a marker made a hash mark on my ass each time I took a nut, though he started after plenty had taken their turn. I lost the ability to gauge size beyond small and big I was so stretched, at least 3 different times I heard the host explain to newcomers that these two (apparently another bottom had arrived) arent taking loads so dump your nut in that one (me). I loved the feeling of cocks sinking into my ruined hole, and I came when one of them managed to be big enough to stretch me a bit before it dumped a load in me. I was too worn out to continue. and managed to communicate that to the host who helped me to the bathroom. he sat me on the toilet which disgustingly plopped as cum dribbled into the water. He asked me if I wanted water, which he offered. as I gulped it down he asked me if I drank piss. I will admit this stunned me, I had literally never even come close to considering it, and had even considered the entire thing disgusting. but I could not answer his question, just stare blankly. He took my water, grabbed my chin like the taller man had earlier, and rested his cock against my lips. I sucked his half limp cock into my mouth and he let loose a light stream into my mouth. It filled instantly and I gulped it down. The speed with which he filled my mouth panicked me, and I began gulping down his piss like the water as the stream continued. the taste was not unpleasant like I had thought, it wasnt giving me pleasure, but I felt slutty and he was clearly into it. as he pissed guys came in to wash hands and watch and the like. when he was done he asked if I swallowed cum. I nodded my head, no debate on that. He left and one of the watchers looked at me and said he needed to piss. He had a floppy but meaty looking cock in his hands and I looked at him with wide eyes and opened my mouth. It occurred to me his motion was more of a "get off the seat" variety, but he didnt hesitate to put his cock in my mouth and start filling it. His tasted much saltier, and while not gross having to gulp it down like this was making me queasy, and I didnt want another after. When he finished I stood up, got my bearings and made my way back into the main room to find my clothes. I got to my belongings and gathered them together, I was still naked when the host found me. "Hey man! drink this while I fuck you!" he said handing me a solo cup. He pulled me towards the bed without waiting for my reply, and bent me over. I saw the cup was about half full with loads of cum, and though it made me gag when I first brought it to my nose. I arched my back and drank the entire cup down my throat while he fucked a quick nut into my ass. It was honestly pretty terrible, too many smokers and red meat guys I guess. But i was really turned on. I got a quick glass of water, and for the first time that evenign started saying no. The drive home was torture, my pants were soaked, and I may have ruined the carseats. The next few days I could barely even sit down. But I loved the night I had. First thing I did getting home was check the mirror and see the 14 hash marks on my ass cheeks.

The anonymous cock in my arse pulls out and I feel a gush of cum follow it, running down my arse crack. I feel for my hole, it feels wide open and semen is dripping out. I collect some on my fingers and taste it, it's a devine taste of cum and my arse juices. A thought flits through my head, I don't know his status and he filled my hole with his seed, then I think but I know I've taken two HVL loads this evening, it hardly matters if he's poz! Devon is still lying next to me. ‘My mate wants a piece of your arse he tells me, ‘his cock is quite special though…’ Mate of Devon's? ‘Is he Poz?’ I ask. ‘Oh yeah, very’ Devon replies, ‘but the special bit is that his cock has a few piercings. I'm sure you could take them, but they can be too much for some guys….’ Shit, I think, if he's asking me first it must be special. I wonder what the piercings might do to my already abraded hole, and he's sure to dump another ‘very poz’ load of semen inside my body. But I've always enjoyed a bit of pain, and I feel totally out-of-it at the moment with the poppers, adrenaline, and the intensity of what I'm doing. ‘Yeah, mate’ I hear myself whisper, ‘I'll do anything tonight.’ I feel Devon’s mouth cover mine and we kiss. I reach for his wondrous cock and find it hard, I think that I need to have him again later. There's a guy the other side of me, he's been running his hands over my chest, squeezing my nipples, working my cock that is still so hard it feels almost ready to split! He is feeling between my arse cheeks, seeking out my hole. ‘This is Shaun’ Devon tells me, ‘My mate..’ I sit up and reach for Shaun’s cock. Devon’s monster may have made me gasp but Shaun’s almost made me run! His cock was equally as long as Devon’s, and it was thick and veiny. But the metalwork that i encountered was something else! I expected a PA, maybe a ring or a barbell. I could feel that Shaun was circumcised, and I felt three thick bars passing through his cock head, each with a polished ball on each end. These were at different angles, creating a star of stainless steel - I could only guess what this would feel like travelling in and out of my arse. Then, as I explored further, I found a series of rings through the skin along the underside of his cock. Thick rings, each with a ball in it, fuck knows how they were put in. The first is about an inch down his shaft from his cock head and there must have been eight of them finishing just before his balls. And to add to this he had barbell piercings along the top of the shaft, I counted six or seven, all with balls on each end! My head was spinning, I wondered what this cock would feel like inside me. And I couldn't imagine what those piercings on the top and bottom of his shaft would feel like passing through my sphincter. I almost decided I couldn't do it, the cock itself would be a stretch, but the piercings, what would they do to my hole? But before I could say no Shaun grabbed me and turned me onto my front, my bare feet on the sticky floor. He pushed me down onto the bench, I found myself laying on my stomach with my arse exposed. ‘Get some poppers mate,’ he told me, ‘you know you want to try it!’ I got the little brown bottle under my nose, closed one nostril and breathed. Deep. Long. Four or five breaths in through one nostril, then the same through the other. My heart raced, my head spun, my cock raged, stiff, trapped under me, my blood coursed through me in excitement. Shit, I knew I was going to let him! Shaun’s cock head was resting in the cleft of my arse, I could feel the cold steel bars between my buttocks. I pressed back against him, the poppers starting to work. I could feel my hole start to stretch. Then I felt his fingers starting to work the bars that cross his cock head through my muscle. One was inside me, then two, then the third. I realised they were so long that they seemed to trap just inside my inner hole, before his engorged bulbus cock head burst through into me. It wasn't really painful as I had been stretched so much earlier, and the three loads of cum were lubing my passage, but it was a weird feeling of the cold steel and the hot meat forcing my muscle to widen as they enter. And, I thought, the hot meat inside my body was a very poz cock. He then started to press more of his cock into me. First I felt the star of steel pushing, pressing, working through my rectum. Hard smooth bars, round steel balls, opening me up so differently than the cocks that went before. I know there are no pain receptors in the rectum, so if it feels uncomfortable what the fuck is that thing doing inside me? But then the first of the rings underneath his cock starts pressing through my sphincter. His thick cock shaft is stretching my muscle to capacity anyway, so this new intrusion stretches my ring, pulls it inward, before the steel ring drags past the muscle, through into my arse. But before the ring is fully in one of the barbell piercings on the top of his cock starts forcing my hole open, reaming past my stretched hole which is forced to open to allow it's passage. And then the next ring piercing scrapes through into me. And so it continues, one at a time the piercings would pull, stretch skin and muscle, force muscle against its will and then pop through. One by one, top then bottom. All of these sensations are driving me wild, and this is just him entering my arse. Slowly his cock head reams its path through my guts - he is taller than me and his cock is smashed against my prostate, the rings rubbing against the sensitive gland. My arse started to feel full again, familiar feelings, Shaun’s cock is filling me to capacity. He reaches the end, I knew that the steel piercings of his cock head were now pressing against the rear of my rectal void, I wondered if it could push through into my intestines the way Devon’s cock head had, but before I could try to move to allow it Shaun began to withdraw. As his shaft moved through my hole all of his shaft piercings pulled out through my sphincters again. I groaned at this sensation, he pulled outside more quickly than he had entered making the feelings more intense. But then, before I could process this, he was pushing back in again! My hole was pummelled, my prostate pounded as he started to fuck in and out of me, the fucking quickly created sensations that were so extreme, they were painful but so erotic. As I snorted more poppers I felt my arse muscles start to spasm. My body was unable to control the stretching being imposed by Shaun's cock and my muscles were struggling to adjust. This, along with the continual massage that my prostate was receiving, rapidly took me toward another orgasm But the anal stimulation being caused by Shaun's fucking prevented me reaching the point of release, thiis was such an intense feeling. My balls were boiling and I wanted to cum so badly but could only concentrate on Shaun's murderous cock head doing its worst inside my rectum, his piercings sawing in and out through my tortured hole, and my muscles trying but failing to clench his thick cock shaft. I tried to reach my cock to wank it but Shaun took hold of my hand and twisted my arm behind my back. His other hand was on my shoulder pinning me to the bench. ‘Just enjoy the fuck, bitch’ he snarled, ‘you don't cum til I let you.’ My cock was trapped, rubbing between my stomach and the edge of the bench, but the rubbing wasn't enough to make me cum. His fucking was now faster, one second my colon felt so full with his cock head bars ramming into my arse wall, then I was empty and my hole felt like it was being turned inside out. His cock was running the full depth of my arse, his shaft piercings being wrenched in and out of my hole, again and again, my prostate being mashed by his meaty pierced shaft. He drove in and out of me, faster, deeper, shagging my hole, grating my ring. Then he reared up, both hands on my buttocks pulling himself higher, his cock driving deeper into me. I felt the familiar feeling deep inside as his cock head hit the same point that Devon had, but the bars through Shaun’s glans made the passage around into my colon more difficult. The deep intrusion hurt, but when I tried to pull against it this caused his cock to travel even deeper. Then the out stroke pulled the metalwork back out, through my colon, the shaft piercings dragging my sphincter out, the rings under his shaft dragging, one at a time, past my prostate. He fucked into my inner opening again and again. Finally I started to cum, but this made my arse clench against the tortuous cock, doubling the sensations that his piercings were producing, causing me to cry out in ecstasy and pain. I tried to stop my arse clenching but that made it worse. He kept fucking, I kept cumming, an intense orgasm that just seemed to open the passage from my balls, cum pouring out of my cock as my arse tried to clench onto his. My cum seemed to last an eternity, and throughout the unrelenting fucking continued. ‘I'm gonna breed you!’ he finally cried, ramming deep into me again. In my head I saw his thick toxic semen spraying into my hole, I imagined the pressure building behind the star of steel before forcing past as a jet of poison, spraying against the soft, mashed and abraded tissues of my intestines. He rammed deep, four, five, six, more, until he eventually collapsed, falling forward onto my back. Spent. I hoped he'd not caused any damage inside my arse, but then thought about the massive load of ‘very poz’ cum that he had just deposited. I'm definitely damaged I thought to myself. He slowly extracted his cock from my arse. He had softened but was still long and thick, I felt every lump and bulge as they left my hole. Once he was out I moved round and leant over to worship his weapon, taking his cock into my mouth, managing to get the pierced head and part of his shaft past my teeth. As I leant over I felt another pair of legs move up to my arse and a long cock slid up my back. Looking behind me I recognised the shape as being Devon. I shook my head but his fingers were in my hole. I stood up. ‘No more, mate’ I tell him, leaning back to kiss him. ‘I'm fucked.’ ‘Come with me’ he replies. Taking my hand he leads me from the darkroom, along the corridor into one of the private booths. On the bench is Bobby, lying on his back, his cock hard in his hand. He looks worse in the light of the booth, his cheeks are sunken, his stomach distended, lesions on his arms, legs, stomach. But his cock is hard as he slowly slides the foreskin back and forth over the head, precum glistening as it drips onto his bony fist. ‘Do you think you could take us both?’ asked Devon. The idea scared me, I'd never been DPd before. Bobby isn't massive, but Devon is. AIDS cock and high viral POZ cock inside me together? Devon hands me my poppers. ‘Have a few breaths of this before you decide…’

I got back into town from visiting cousins for the holidays and was feeling extreme horny from being worked over by my cousin’s neighbor, so when my buddy want to hit the bar, I was ready to find some action. Our favorite pick up place was kind of slow for early in the night so we were ready to try somewhere else when my buddy spotted a cute twink and want to talk to him. While I watched him work his magic, an bearish looking guy with tats all over his arms started to chat with me. He was tall but a little stocky, had a thick beard and his voice was deep enough to get my dick’s attention. He said he was headed to flex for some fun and asked if I wanted to join him. Feeling piggy, I said yes, told me buddy the plan and grabbed an Uber. We settled in, put our clothes away and the bearish guy, named Chris, paid for a room and we started to got busy, I started to suck on his already hard 7 inch cock, slobbering around the head and his foreskin. He loved that, moaning has he worked a bunch of his spit into my hole with his fingers. Before long he pulled me up, laid me down and grabbed my legs up onto his shoulders. He lubed up his cock and slide into me up to the hilt. He said call me daddy and started to fuck me, slow at first but then forcefully. He kept tell me to beg for his cock and load all while never breaking eye contact. I kept begging daddy to breed me and he finally slammed down hard and his cock started pulsing his load inside of me. When he finished, he pulled out and I rolled over on my stomach to clean his dick off. He told me to check things out but to come back before leaving. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked around for a bit. I came across a guy getting sucked off in a corner and stopped to watch for a bit. It was then that I felt a few hands at my back and pulling at my towel. With the towel on the floor, hands felt down to my ass and hole. I heard one guy comment on my slick hole before I knew it was I being bent over so he could eat out the cum in my ass. I didn’t get a good look at the guy but he was definitely older. I made out with another guy who was also older while getting my ass eaten out. Then the guy behind me got up and pressed his cock at my hole. “You want it?” He asked and I said yes, fuck me! He slid in and didn’t waste time, fucking me fast while I bent over and sucked on the other guy. The two guys I was watching had come over to watch, while I got spit roasted. The guy behind me quickly came before he switched with the guy in front of me. He was also quick and gave me a load deep before the other two guys took a turn spit roasting me. After I took their loads, I went back to find the daddy who was finishing up on another guy who was leaving the room. He felt the cum leaking down my legs and took one last turn at my sloppy wet hole before I was ready to call it a night. It been a long time since I took anonymous cock in the dark like that and it was definitely something I missed. I took a hot shower when I got home since my hole was dripping with six loads. What a night!

The Intern Part 9 It was 9:32 p.m. and Kellen stood naked in front of his mirror. He had spent the better part of the last two hours making sure he was ready for his evening with James Thomas. Despite the borderline abuse he had received in his boss’ office, he kept going back to two moments that made him forgive the physicality: Their first kiss and the way James ran his finger along his naked body, with him eventually gently holding his chin. He felt wanted, desired, something he had never felt with any other sexual partner before. Yeah, James was a little rough with him, but it felt more right than wrong. And here he was, styling his hair for the 9thtime after changing outfits for the 8th. Kellen had no idea what to expect of the evening, but he wanted it, needed it. From the minute he left the Landis Institute it was as if a sexual awakening had occurred and he yearned for more, whatever that meant. Over the next hour Kellen checked and re-checked the estimated time it would take his Lyft to get from his place to DuPont Circle: 14 minutes. So at 10:40 Kellen requested his ride and at just after 10:56 p.m. Kellen stood in front James’ home and waited until it was exactly 11:00 p.m. He debated on whether he should knock or ring the bell and decided on the bell. *Ding - dong* He waited. And waited. And waited. It was now 11:06 p.m. Kellen leaned to his left and tried seeing through the window shades. And although the lights were on, he observed no movement. “Should I ring it again?” he thought. But after considering it for just a moment, he decided against it. Although he didn’t really know too much about James Thomas, he knew he was a man who did things his own way, and not wanting to possibly annoy or bother him, Kellen took a seat on the front steps and waited. Kellen checked his phone. It was 11:12 p.m. He sighed a heavy sigh and thought that maybe this was all too good to be true (a tiny voice in the back of his mind told him this was a good thing; he didn’t need to be here in the first place, especially after being expertly back-handed earlier in the day.) Though it was still hot and slightly humid, Kellen decided he’d walk back to his place and get to know the neighborhood. No sooner than he stood did the front door swing open. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” James barked at the boy. Kellen turned, surprised. “Umm, nowhere, Sir. I was just stretching my legs.” James stood in the door frame, backlit from the foyer lighting wearing only a pair of dark green gym shorts. He was somewhere between wiry and muscly. Every muscle seemed defined, but just so. He had a very light coat of dark hair that tapered down from this chest to a treasure trail. Kellen couldn’t take his eyes of this perfect looking specimen. James observed the effect he was having on Kellen and considered the kid’s answer to his question. “Get up here.” Kellen bounded up the steps and stood directly in front of James, proud of how quick and obedient he had been. James smiled, disarming the kid and went in as if to reward him with a kiss, a kiss the kid so desperately wanted. Kellen was more than pleased and wanted nothing more than to kiss this man in front of him. But instead of kissing him, James leaned into his left ear and at the same time grabbed a handful of the kid’s cock through his pants and squeezed hard and whispered, “If you ever fucking lie to me again, it will be the last thing you ever do.” He squeezed harder. Kellen yelped and tried backing away, but James held tight and continued the menacing whisper, “You’re nothing. You suck dick like a goddamned amateur and then you have the balls to lie to my face all while running up my steps like a fucking retarded puppy. Who. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You. Are?” James released the boy and walked into his house, leaving Kellen on the front porch, front door wide open. It was like déjà vu. Kellen felt as if he was reliving his first interaction with James. But although he had felt just and dejected and more worthless than before, he followed James into his house and quietly closed the door behind him. James’ home was nothing like James himself. The inside was bright, warm and welcoming. Hardwood floors colored of deep brown contrasted by bright walls decorated with subtle, yet inviting art. Trying to absorb as much detail as possible. Past the foyer and deeper into the house, Kellen noticed the deep brown of the banister that complimented the stairs that matched the hardwood floors. He took a few steps forward to see where the stairs ended but was brought back to reality. “In here, boy.” Kellen turned to his left and walked into what must have been the living room and quickly became self-conscious. Sitting on the large couch was James, flanked by two other impressive looking men. On the right was a man who looked tall, even when sitting down. Like James, this man was wearing only a pair of shorts. Kellen noticed the brown hair on his arms and legs, not too much, not too little, just right, but his chest and abdomen were completely hairless. Does this dude have an 8-pack, Kellen thought? This man was an Adonis. Where James was lithe, this man was all power and muscle. Kellen looked him over and he could have sworn the Adonis winked at him. On the left was an equally as imposing man, but he was definitely of Latin decent. He was in shorts and tank top, but the only visible hair, other than the shaggy black mop on his head was a neatly trimmed black goatee. While not as solid and built as the Adonis, this Latin God was no slouch and his various tattoos only complimented his physique. The Latin God flicked a torch and brought a long glass pipe, with rounded end up to his sensuous lips and held the flame just below the rounded end of the pipe and gently rolled it back and forth. “This,” James motioning to the Latin God, “is Roland.” Roland released a large plume of white smoke. It seemed quite impossible that such a large cloud was held in a single pair of lungs. “You party, faggot?” Roland asked. James answered for him. “He does. Don’t you, faggot?” Kellen wasn’t sure what to say, but decided it was best to agree with James. “Yes, Sir.” James flashed a smile that made Kellen melt just a little bit more. But despite what he had just said, Kellen had not so much as smoked a cigarette in his entire life. He drank booze, yes, but that was the extent of what he partook in. He’d seen his classmates smoke pot and do lines of coke, but this odd pipe was new to him. “Atta boy. I’m glad we are on the same page,” James said, taking the pipe from Roland, repeating the same motions and producing a cloud as equally as large. “I heard you were late today, boy. Is that true?” the words coming from the Adonis, who had taken the pipe from James and followed suit. Click. Hiss. Inhale. Exhale. With a combination of the three large clouds dissipating in front of him, Kellen considered the question. “Did James tell these guys I was late? What the hell?” he thought to himself, but knew he had to answer, both quickly and truthfully. “Yes, Sir. I was late.” Kellen glanced at James, then at Roland. Both men were staring right back at him. “Come here. Come stand right in front of me. Let me see if what James said was correct.” Kellen took a half-dozen steps forward and stood before the Adonis. Kellen was close enough to him that he was practically between his well-defined legs. He reached forward and ran his hands up the kid’s thighs, over his hands then up the forearms to his slight biceps before he stood up, causing Kellen to step back just a bit. This Adonis was a giant. 6’4” and all muscle, Kellen couldn’t help but inhale deeply. This was a man’s man. The towering figure then held Kellen’s chin with his fingertips. But with James, who was gentle, this man was assertive and firm as he tipped the kid’s head back to make sure their eyes were locked. “Being late is unacceptable,” He stepped closer, running one hand through Kellen’s hair, coming to rest on his shoulder. “But nothing on this earth makes me happier than punishing faggots like you the best way I know how.” Kellen physically shuddered. His touch. His words. His smell. His presence. All this built on the sensations he experienced with James in his office only hours before. But this man, this Man was more than anything Kellen had ever experienced. He knew, then and there, he was heading down a path that would change him forever. “Pipe.” The Adonis demanded. Without looking he extended his hand left, waiting for the pipe to be placed in it. “Open up.” Kellen obliged as the thin, odd pipe was placed to his lips. Inwardly, he began to panic. I can’t be doing this, he said to himself. But yet, the man had a power over him that he was more than happy to submit to, even if that meant ingesting drugs for the first time in his young life. Kellen reached up to hold the pipe but was cut short. “You just stay still, boy. I’ll do most of the work for now. You just do as your told and enjoy it, okay?” Arms to his side, pipe held to his lips, Kellen made eye contact and gave a slight nod. “Good boy. When I say so, you just act like you’re sipping your favorite drink through a new kind of straw,” the Adonis’ voice lowered. “And don’t you fucking dare stop or exhale until I say so.” The kid understood that this man and James were cut from the same cloth, and Roland too, probably. Click. Hiss. Kellen felt the man twist the pipe slightly left, then right. Left, then right. The faintest wisp of smoke began to escape an opening at the rounded end of the pipe. Left, then right. “Go. Slow and easy,” he commanded. Kellen followed this man’s orders as best as he could. He inhaled and inhaled and inhaled until he felt like he was running out of breath. The Adonis studied the boy as he inhaled. He knew he couldn’t push him too hard. Pain and pleasure were inexplicably linked, and no other substance like Tina helped bridge the two in the most perfect way possible. This kid was going to experience the pain, but the pleasure would be his reward. “Stop.” He withdrew the pipe. “Hold it in.” He brought the pipe to his own lips and expertly hit it, exhaling directly in Kellen’s face, which was turning red, eyes slightly bulging. “Exhale, faggot.” Kellen’s plume was nowhere as large as those of the three men he saw before, but he was proud that he was able to follow directions. He looked up at the Man expectantly, but it was Roland who chimed in. “Fucking weak. I hear you can’t even suck dick, and now I see you can’t even hit a pipe. James was right, you’re useless.” Roland stood and removed his tank top, revealing a sculpted body, covered in tattoos, eyes wild. He stepped up to Kellen, and moved behind him, sandwhiching the kid. One hand snaked its way under the front of his shirt and found his left nipple and pinched it. Anticipating some sort of noise from the kid, his left hand covered his mouth, muffling the objection. “Look at him,” Roland said, pinching harder. “You know who that is, right?” Kellen shook his head as best as he could, feeling Roland’s hand release his nipple and move over to the right, repeating the same painful action. James, still on the couch, stood and grabbed Kellen’s right hand, and lifted it toward the Adonis. “Say hello to Montgomery Landis, faggot.” Montgomery met Kellen’s hand with his own and shook his hand. But what started out as a normal handshake, turned into a vice-grip that seemed intent on crushing every bone in his hand. Kellen fell to his knees, hand still being crushed by Montgomery, when it finally clicked. Landis. The Landis Institute. The Adonis before him was THE Montgomery Landis. Both James and Roland laughed as Kellen struggled through the pain, “Argg,” was all the boy could muster before Montgomery finally let go, Twice in one day his hands were the target of intense pain. These Men were definitely cut from the same, sadistic cloth. “Look at me,” Montgomery said. Kellen, left hand massaging the right, looked up and was rewarded with a wad of spit that landed in the crook of his right eye. “Pain and pleasure, faggot,” he squatted down and reached for Kellen’s right hand, “are one in the same.” Even squatting, he towered over Kellen. Although the pain was less than before, it was still very much present as Montgomery gently pulled it forward and kissed the aching palm, kissing down the middle three fingers until he reached the tips. With his lips on the tips, Montgomery looked Kellen in the eye and began to open his mouth and gently sucked and licked them, watching Kellen’s eyes experience the sensation of pain turning to pleasure. There was a slight *clink to Kellen’s right as Montgomery released his hand and all three men made their way back to the couch. “Light up, faggot. You’re going to hit that fucking pipe until you blow a cloud we are all satisfied with." It was James who said this, while tweaking his nipples, wicked grin on display. Kellen fumbled with the lighter due to his aching hand and brought the pipe to his lips as he saw the three men begin to stroke their cocks through the shorts. He was theirs, and he knew it.

Man don’t know what’s going on, but I’m constantly in heat and in need of big raw dick to stretch and flood me. So ... I’m out with friends at a local restaurant and bar to watch college football games. I love CFB but I NEED it still can’t think of anything but big dick. I open BBRT and notice a message from someone new, and he unlocked his pics. Holy. Fuck. I started trembling, and my ass twitching, at what I saw: A 30s something tall (6’4”), slim yet toned mixed dude. Oh and HUNG. Bigger than the guy I had on my Christmas vacation. THICK THICK 10 inches. We did FaceTime while I was in bathroom and sure enough everything checked out. I sent a message joking that he should come to the restaurant and we’d fuck in the bathroom. Provided the name and address, and where the bathroom is. Just one male bathroom. I also provided my phone number. Fast forward 20 minutes. Luckily all I’ve had was water ? and my phone goes off. It’s him ... texting that he’s here, parked out front. Ha. Told him to come in and just go to the bathroom. This was an absolutely quick fuck. I went into the handicap stall, closed the door and waited. I also took off my clothes and hung them up. He walked straight to me ... and wasted no time in pulling out his dick. He was freeballing in basketball shorts. One look at me and I was eagerly on my knees but only sucked his dick for a few seconds just for a taste and feel. I instinctively got on my hands and knees, face down ass up. He had lube and put some on his dick and my hole, then quickly slipped all his dick in in one firm stroke. Luckily the guy earlier in the week loosened me up enough ... but damn it still hurt a bit. Top didn’t care. He was there to put me in my place and bust a nut. Without missing a beat he started drilling my ass, using one hand to hold me down on my back and the other gripping my left hip. I felt so cheap and worthless ... face pushed against the filthy floor. Without warning and just a few minutes later he grunted, slammed balls deep and flooded me. I felt his load dripping out of my hole as he pulled out. He just walked out, leaving me shaking and dripping cum. I had to bust ... I grabbed some of his load and used it to jack off, while fingering myself. I shot a massive load on the floor ... I mean fuck, it HURT as I busted. I didn’t even clean up the mess. I wiped my ass a bit, put my clothes back on and headed back to my friends. Ha not one of them suspected or said anything.

Giving this boy his 4th hot load. he has taken one from me earlier then 2 from my boy now another from me to top him off.

I would give him a lift

Part 9 - Connecting The Dots Ethan saw a message from Adam 'Tony gone to work, what are you up to?', he messaged back 'Come over we can sit by the pool', an hour later Adam knocked on the door. "So what did you to get up last night after we left" Adam said resting on the side of the pool. Ethan swam up beside him "Did my first blow job" he smiled. Adam laughed "And how was it?". "Interesting, I swallowed some of his cum by mistake and nearly threw up" Ethan said laughing. Adam punched him lightly "You will get use to it, is that all that happened?". Ethan looked "Well he fucked me this morning, very differently from other times". "In what way" Adam asked as he swam about it. Ethan thought for a moment "He was more intimate and gentle with me". "Ooooh was he making love to you Ethan?" he smiled at Ethan. "Hmm, don't know, he repeated that he owned me whilst he fucked me" Ethan said with a sadness. Adam swam up to his side "Ethan you have got it badly haven't you?". "Got what?" he said with a quizzed look on his face. "Love Ethan, you have fallen for him hard" Adam got out of the pool. Ethan let Adam pull him out of the pool "Do you think it is a mistake?". Adam put his arm around Ethan "He is hard to read sometimes, but don't get upset if nothing happens". Friday came and Adam spent the day with Ethan again, they swam then walked to Harrison for lunch. As they sat outside watching people going around their routines Ethan's phone pinged, retrieving it from his pocket he saw a message from Angelo, Adam looked over and told him to read it. He clicked on the message and read aloud to Adam 'Pick you up at 7pm'. Adam shook his head and smiled "Are you sure Ethan?". Ethan shrugged his shoulders "You know I am going to go, plus I don't want to upset him". Adam sat back "I don't think anyone could stop you Ethan". Dead on 7pm Angelo pulled up to collect Ethan, Angelo looked at Ethan and had that nagging thought about Ethan's looks. Ethan jumped in the car and saw the perplexed look on his face. "What is it?" Ethan asked. Angelo turned to look ahead "Nothing, I just feel I know someone who looks similar to you but can't place it". Ethan chuckled "Sure you haven't fucked my father". Angelo stopped the car suddenly "What?". Ethan looked worryingly at him fearing Angelo "Sorry it was a joke". "Stop being scared of me Ethan." Angelo saw the look on his face "Does he look like you?" he asked. "My father?, he is very similar to me but has dark hair and older" Ethan felt uneasy. Angelo looked at him "What work is he in?". "Legal, mostly business law" Ethan replied "a lot of his work is in the city". Angelo knew why he looked familiar "Is your father's name Jack?". Ethan looked surprised "Yes, oh please don't tell me you know him?" Angelo nodded "He represents a company I am doing business with, that is where I was on Wednesday". Ethan looked down "Oh fuck, do you want me to get out?" he asked. Angelo shook his head "No, but I will give you the chance now if you want to quit". Ethan touched Angelo's arm "I think I am already in way to deep to quit Angelo". Angelo knew this would come back one day "I think we both are". Ethan followed Angelo in to his house and stood watching as Angelo closed the front door, he turned and walked towards Ethan and picked him up and flung him over his shoulder, Ethan giggled as Angelo climbed the stairs and in to the bedroom where he laid Ethan on the bed. Ethan didn't waste any time and began stripping his clothes watching Angelo undress in to a full naked state. Ethan threw his clothes on to the floor and laid back on the bed, Angelo smiled looking down at Ethan and climbed up on to the bed. "You ready for me Ethan?" Angelo asked running his hand up Ethan's leg. Ethan's body tingled and he nodded "I want you Angelo". "Tell me what you want Ethan" Angelo moved closer. Ethan looked in to his eyes "Make love to me" he had no comprehension of the words escaping his lips. Angelo smiled "Is that what you really want from me?". Ethan starred back at Angelo "You confuse me so much Angelo I don't really know what I want". Angelo kissed Ethan "Tell me what you want Ethan". Ethan moaned at his kissing and finally he repeated the words "Make love to me Angelo". Ethan found his body wrapped around Angelo's in no time at all with Angelo kissing him deeper on the mouth than he had ever done before. Ethan held on to Angelo afraid to let him go, he found his legs pinned up against Angelo's thighs, Ethan's hands roamed over Angelo's back caressing and stroking him as they continued kissing deeply. Ethan's whole body was alive with desire and want for love with the kissing that didn't show any sign of relenting as they explored each others mouth's exchanging saliva. He never felt the pain as Angelo manoeuvred his cock in to position and slowly prised Ethan's hole open allowing the head to glide inside, Ethan tightened his hold around Angelo's back his head cradled in Angelo's arms and his stroked Ethan's forehead and face. Ethan moaned and arched his back slightly as he now felt Angelo penetrating him in a slow continuous movement, he kissed Angelo back harder moaning in to his mouth as he took the last inch of Angelo's cock in to his body. Angelo's hips moved in a wave motion that caused his cock to gently caress the inside of Ethan's ass, the sensation Ethan felt was overwhelming his body, his toes curling and stretching as he was made love to for the very first time. Their bodies remained locked together for nearly an hour as they continued making love, Angelo deliberately keeping his movements slow to prevent him climaxing to quickly was closing everything out around him as he finally got lost in the moment and allowed himself the feeling of love to coarse through his body. Angelo couldn't hold his desire, he raised his head slightly breaking their kiss and looked Ethan in the eye, their mouths still so close to each others continued kissing lightly on the lips. Angelo's hips pushed down hard in to Ethan who moaned and kissed him quickly, Angelo's head moved forward until his forehead rested on Ethan's as he now let out a long moan feeling his balls tighten and his cock expand, he reached his climax shooting seed deep in to Ethan his body continually pushing up trying to get deeper inside Ethan, his orgasm enhanced by Ethan's legs clamping around his thighs with the feet pulling his ass closer against Ethan. Angelo panted heavily as a drop of sweat fell on to Ethan's face, his hips grinding away at Ethan's ass when finally Ethan pulled Angelo's head closer to kiss him. Angelo rolled on to his side with Ethan still attached after delivering his third load during their love making. Ethan's ass ached as this was the longest time Angelo had spent inside him, Angelo wiped the sweat away from Ethan's eyes and both of them to exhausted to speak cuddled up caressing each other. Angelo saw the time "Wow Ethan it is midnight already". "How long did you make love to me then?" Ethan couldn't be bothered to do the maths. Angelo laughed "Nearly 4 hours". Ethan raised his head and looked at Angelo "My bum aches" laughing he cuddled back up to Angelo. "That was quite extraordinary" Angelo replied stroking Ethan's head. Angelo withdrew his cock and cuddled up to Ethan as they fell asleep in each other arms. Ethan woke and looked at the clock, it was a little after 9am he still felt a little tired. Ethan twisted his body round to face Angelo who murmured in his sleep and held Ethan closer, a sleeping smile on his face as Ethan laid there watching him for several minutes. "What are you looking at?" Angelo muttered in a sleepy state. Ethan kissed him "You". "Do it quieter then" Angelo replied with a bigger smile on his face. Ethan drifted off to sleep again and woke to find Angelo coming in the room with coffee, it was gone 10am and Ethan sat up in bed watching Angelo as he sat on the edge of the bed, it was obvious he had something on his mind but Ethan didn't want to probe, he just wanted to enjoy his time with him. Angelo sipped his coffee "I will drop you off when your showered" he said. Ethan put his cup down "I guess that's me dismissed for the day". Angelo looked at him and stroked the side of his face "Sort of for now". "I understand" Ethan replied nodding. Angelo leaned in kissed Ethan "There is something I need to, no, want to ask you though." Ethan wondered if this was about his father "Okay". Angelo turned to face him "Tonight, if your not doing anything can I take you out on a date?" Ethan smiled "You want me to go on a date with you, like real, a proper date?". Angelo nodded "Yes". Ethan kissed Angelo "Yes of course I will". Angelo smiled "Please don't tell anyone not even Adam and Tony, not until we know how things go". Ethan nodded "Angelo why do you want to go on a date?" he asked unsure what his response would be. "Last night you confirmed what I hoped for" Angelo looked at him. "Ethan smiled "Oh right, you mean when I asked you to make love to me?". Angelo nodded "You are the first person ever to ask me to do that". "I hope that means that you like me then." Ethan moved and sat on Angelo's lap. Angelo kissed him "Way more than like Ethan". Ethan cuddled up to Angelo "Good" he said as Angelo stroked his back. Angelo picked Ethan up and kissed him before letting him go "Coming to work out?". Ethan jumped up "I could do with a run". They walked in to the small but adequate work out room behind the office, it had floor to ceiling windows overlooking the backyard and swimming pool. Angelo worked on the weights whilst Ethan jogged on the treadmill stopping only when he hit the 5km's mark. The rest of the time he spent watching Angelo at the weights then on the treadmill. Ethan grabbed a couple of dumbbells whilst Angelo ran, every so often Angelo would look and smile at Ethan. They showered together and dried each other off, Ethan couldn't help notice that Angelo seemed to have a sparkle in his eye this morning and to Ethan it made him appear sexier than ever. "Angelo, are you sure your okay about going to the beach on Sunday?" Ethan asked dressing. Angelo stopped for a moment "Yes, only because you will be there". "What about Adam and Tony?" Ethan pulled his socks on and looked at Angelo. Angelo smiled "I like them and they are very kind to you". Ethan giggled "I fancied Adam ever since I started college you know" he said looking up at Angelo. Angelo laughed "I did wonder about you two and if anything was going to happen". Ethan laughed "No, he has been such a support to me that we have grown close as friends". Angelo rubbed Ethan's head "Ready to go?". Ethan's smile faded "I guess so, just wish I didn't have to keep leaving". Angelo laughed "If things work out you won't need to". It was a quick drive back to Harrison considering it was nearly midday by the time they arrived at Ethan's family home, he leaned across and kissed Angelo. Angelo smiled "Pick you up at 7pm for our first date". Ethan kissed him again "7pm it is". "Bring your beach things as you won't be coming back here tonight" Angelo told him. Ethan smiled "I will let the guys know to pick us up in the morning from yours then". Ethan go out of the car and walked round to the front door, Angelo turned his head to look at Ethan and smiled before driving off.

December 27,2018 I needed to get fuck today, my hole needed raw dick and was twitchy for action, so I left work earlier. I cleaned myself out and went to Velvets in Waikiki. It was sad and a lot of posers waiting. There was an 18 yo kid I met the night before on Grindr but didn’t hook up because he was far and didn’t have transportation. I immediately troll him and tried to convince him to fuck me through the glory hole. He was only 1000 ft away! I felt like a dirty old man but the pic of his dick he sent me was huge. I absolutely needed that up my man pussy. He says, “sure I’ll fuck you.” He comes closer to where I am. My heart beating every few feet he gets closer. 500 ft and closer, I’m creaming in my pants... He cums in and we make eye contact. He goes into the booth next to me. He sticks his hard young fuck pole through the hole. I suck his dick and he gets harder. He doesn’t move at all and makes me fuck myself on his raw dick. I go ass to mouth on his dick and back... it’s a long 15 mins and believe me, 15 mins is like hours at the glory hole. I go on and off numerous times, every time I feel dry I suck his cock and fuck myself on the fucking hard young boy’s dick. I’m in heaven... my hole raw but still hungry. I finally ask him to cum in my booth and he does... He fucks me for another 20 mins and eventually breeds me deep. He kisses me after pulling out and I clean his dripping cock. Fuck! How the hell does this 18yo stay hard that long without coming?? Or did he cum numerous times without me knowing. Then I remember one of his questions during our Grindr chat. “Do they ID you when you come in...” I told him no and never thought about it until now, hmmmmm.

Let's just file this one under fiction, okay? 'Cause I'd die if people knew what happened to me. I guess it all started a few weeks ago. I was on a4a and received a message from a hot hung dude. Let's call him Tommy. In my entire life I had never before seen so stunningly gorgeous a man, and his dick was perfection. Then I read his status: poz. Although he was amazingly good looking, I thought about it, and held-off on responding to his message. A couple of days later he messaged me again and asked if I was his type. I didn't want to be rude, so I told him I thought he was hot but I don't play with poz guys. Well, to make a long story short, he made an interesting proposition that was hard to ignore. Or maybe I couldn't ignore it because I was hard? Ehh .. who knows. To make a long story short, he ended up at my place and his dick was starting to enter me. In all honesty I was a little freaked out: a poz dick was about to enter my hole. This was definitely a first. But, I remembered Tommy's assurance that he would only 'shallow fuck' me and this was very safe. His plan was to very slowly work his fat dick into my hole and then very slowly and very gently fuck me with just the tip of his massive cock. He explained to me that it could feel better than being fucked hard and deep because all of the sensations are magnified when the top goes slow. And damn, was he right! Not only was his cock the biggest I had ever had in my ass, he also entered my ass more slowly than any big cock had ever fucked me before. When we started, I honestly thought it would hurt like hell, but he used a massive amount of lube and, true to his word, was very gentle. The problem was that it felt way to good. He didn't need to ask me. I'm sure my moans told him all he needed to hear. "How's that feeling?" he whispered into my ear. All I could do was answer with more moans and gasps. "Okay," he said, "we should probably stop now. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then, he stopped and withdrew. Almost involuntarily I found myself pleading "Please, put it back in!" He kissed the back of my neck and replied "Gosh, I love fucking your hot bubble butt, but, I'm liking it too much," adding as he rubbed my crack with his cock, "and I'm worry you will like it too much and that I'll turn you into a chaser." I just wanted to get fucked more. II heard about bug chasers before. Those were stupid crazy people. I'm not one of them. "Please just a little more,"I pleaded. Tommy complied, saying "Okay, but I have to go just a little deeper. If I don't, I might pop out; the real difficulty is in the penetration. I have to make sure that I stay in your hole." That kinda made sense, I reasoned. I felt him slide it back in. Oh God! It felt beyond fantastic. My ass was stretching wide, but it didn't burn like most tops make me feel. "Fuck, that's deep!" I shrieked. Tommy assured me that it was only half-way in. "You're taking it well." And the brief painful jabbing sensation I had just felt was immediately replaced by a warm pleasant sensation. His pace was much quicker than the slow shallow strokes with which he had started. Now each stroke was more forceful, and brought me even more intense pleasure. Tommy whispered into my ear, "we should probably stop soon before I lose control. Unless you want a load of poz cum deep inside you." He drove his cock deeper into me as if to emphasize how far he was invading my hole at that point. The rational part of my brain told me that I needed to stop, but, it felt so wonderful. My orgasm was building. And I didn't want the pleasure to stop. All I could do was moan in response. Tommy tried to remind me that I was making a bad decision. "I can tell you're loving this, but, if you don't tell me to stop, I'll blast my poz cum inside your ass. Is that what you really want?" He then picked up his pace as if he knew the answer I couldn't say aloud. Oh my god. Why didn't I say stop? Was it because it felt amazing? Or did I maybe want a poz load in me? Wait, am I a bug chaser? Tommy was pounding me hard and deep now. I felt his balls slap against my taint. The sensations were overwhelming. I couldn't think straight. No, I'm not a bug chaser. But, fuck .. it felt so good! I just wanted him to keep fucking me. That's all. When I heard my voice demand he 'Fuck me', somehow it seemed like someone else had given the order. He paused for a moment. "Oh, you love this big dick inside you huh?" Why was he teasing me now. "Yes, fuck me!" I blurted out. My orgasm was so close. I needed him to continue. I pulled at his legs to show the urgency I felt. He slowly resumed pace and gave me one final warning "this big poz dick is gonna give you AIDS," as his pace picked-up. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He was assailing my hole. I felt my balls tighten and I could feel his dick grow tight. My hole was being destroyed with each thrust, but I couldn't let it end. I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth as I started to jerk my cock, "I don't care! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I was so close to cumming. A voice in the back of my head was telling me "you're becoming a chaser." Or wait, did Tommy say that? I couldn't think clearly. But, all I could say before I came was "shoot your poz cum in me! Give me AIDS!" I felt a his cock twitch and pumping, and even as he did, another voice in the back of my head was telling me 'he's shooting poz cum into your ass'. And I didn't care. In fact, I loved it and blurted out "Yes! Fuck yes!" just as I shot my own load into my stomach. I could still feel Tommy pulsating inside my as as I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. Tommy collapsed beside me. As the seconds passed I came to reality. Holy shit, what I had I done?

Last week I had an early meeting in Edinburgh. I couldn't get a train early enough to get me to Edinburgh in time for the meeting and so I travelled up on the afternoon before, booking an AirBnB apartment for the night. Some years ago I spent quite a bit of time in Fife and spent many evenings in Edinburgh, enjoying the gay scene, including No 18 sauna. It's neither the biggest or most up to date sauna, but I loved the slightly seediness of both the sauna and some of its clientele! When I booked the apartment I made sure the one I chose was in walking distance of No 18, thinking I'd spend the evening there. I'd read that the building that housed the sauna was to be sold shortly, and it's still not sure whether the new owner will keep the venue open, so I thought I'd have an evening there for old times sake! Over the years I've started barebacking more and more, although my local sauna in the Midlands always seem to have far too many bottoms and I'd not been fucked in probably a couple of years. So, despite taking raw seed for many years, and fucking guys bareback, I've remained neg, probably more by luck than judgement! I'd considered getting PrEP a few times, but the small-town GUM clinic at our local hospital didn't seem to believe in the benefit of it and haven't been forthcoming in providing it. Not wanting the expense of buying it out of pocket, I was therefore still unprotected unless I used the dreaded condoms - that I detest. Condoms had also become less available in my local saunas - another excuse I know, I'm not really a chaser but the risk was also pretty exhilarating! After showering, freshly shaving everywhere, cleaning out and popping a Viagra, I took the short walk in the rain to Albert Place, glad of the heat when I entered the familiar entrance. I got the impression the facilities hadn't seen much attention in the years since I was last there, but it was warm and seemed clean. The guy on reception was quite cute and welcoming. I've always find the Scots to be very hospitable, and much more generous than their stereotype suggests. After stripping and putting my things into my locker I took a quick shower, having found doing so leaves my towel more secure. I found more guys in the sauna than I had dared to expect, particularly as on more than one occasion in the past I had found that sauna rather dead. I remembered in the past the place was pretty dead some nights. I returned to my locker and picked up my poppers and a small tube of lube, then I headed downstairs to the area where I expected to find the cubicles and dark room. An older, very skinny guy passed me on the stairs and took the opportunity to squeeze my cock through my towel, his touch and the V making my cock lurch. "Nice," he grinned, ‘I'll come and find you later." As I reached the darkroom my V induced hard-on was causing my towel to tent, and so I took my towel off and draped it around my neck as I waited for my eyes to become accustomed to the dark. A hand took hold of my hard cock, then a Scottish voice with a raspy, breathless element stated, rather than asked "You ready for some action." As he stroked my cock, he squeezed my left nipple with his other hand. Now, I have incredibly sensitive nipples that seem to be wired directly to my cock!, so I was not complaining. He moved me further into the pitch-black room where my legs found the edge of the padded bench on which I remembered having been fucked on earlier trips to the sauna. "Yeah," I answered, "but I really want to get fucked - at least the first time." His mouth was on mine. He had the stubble of at least a couple of days, and the taste of cigarettes was barely masked peppermint. As we kissed I ran my hands over his body. He too was skinny, his stomach paunched, with no real muscular definition. He had some lumps on his arms and back. I found his cock. It was hard, long, perhaps as much as eight or eight and a half inches. It wasn't too thick but was very veiny. I found the reason: he was wearing a tight cock ring behind his balls, balls that were large and as stubbly as his face. His cock head was hooded in a loose foreskin, the opening was wet with viscous precum. His fingers were at my hole. The lube I had used on myself before leaving the flat had dried a but, but fortunately the Vaseline I'd added was still slippery. "Will I be your first today?" he asked, pressing a finger inside me. "Yeah, if we fuck you'll be my first today." Then I felt another hand on my balls. Although I could see nothing and no one, someone else was apparently there as my Scot with a raspy voice was fully occupied simultaneously stroking my cock and working my ass. "‘I'm ready to fuck a tight hole," he breathed into my ear. "Your's feels perfect. I'll prepare you for the other guys." "Shit," I thought, "his finger nails are sharp inside my arse. He's gonna leave me sore," I thought. The second and third fingers he slipped into my ass quickly induced my hole to open-up properly, although the pain his rough, dry fingers was causing was considerable. A mouth found my cock, which left me thinking three guys were working on me. Next thing I knew I was turned around and pushed down to sit on the bench. Hands pushed me onto my back and other hands pulled my legs up, my ankles rested on the wasted guy's bony shoulders, his cock head seeking out my arse. "I've got lube," I tell him. "My precum is all I want," he gasped in reply, his cock making contact with my hole. He pressed forward. I could feel his foreskin roll back as his cock head passed through my stretched sphincter. It hurt, but it was a familiar hurt. It would pass. The guy gasped and thrust deeper into my arse, my my hole stretching and pulling around his cock shaft. Idly I thought "Damn, I hope his cock doesn't rip me open." He leaned all the way over, bringing his mouth to my ear, which had the effect of pushing his stiff shaft further into my arse. "Fuck mate, my bare cock feels good in your cunt," he announced, adding "I'm gonna fuck you hard." For a second I wonder what I was doing. The man was quite obviously not well. I hoped he was on PrEP. I grasped my bottle of poppers and took two long draws, one through each nostril. The chemical reached my brain and all the anxiety evaporated. He pressed his bony hands against my chest to push himself into an upright position. With another gasp, he withdrew his cock, and then drove himself back in - hard. Reaching down, I was able to gauge his dry shaft still has a few inches before he was fully buried in my hole. Spitting in my hand, I managed to lube my hole a bit in an interval between his thrusts. This time, aided by my spit, his inward stroke allowed the thickest portion of his cock to pass through my sphincter. His pubes were now grazing against my balls. He commenced a slow, steady fucking, sometimes using short thrusts, other times pulling back until his foreskin was the only bit still inside my ass. I was fortunate my my arse tends to produce it's own lube, as the pain of getting fucked was short-lived, allowing me to enjoy the sensation of his cock massaging my prostate. I snorted more poppers, my head spun. Taking hold of his bony arms, I clutched him as his sweat dripped from his head, onto my chest, onto my face, into my mouth, and, even in my eyes. My hands migrated to his shaved head where I explored his skull. He slid a couple of fingers into my mouth. I sucked with pleasure. I wanted all of this man inside my body. Again he leaned forward, but this time he asked "Are" gasp "you" gasp "on" gasp "PrEP?" I didn't reply. Obviously I knew I wasn't. The question was "What should I infer from his question?" My head shakes side to side, not really saying no, rather just reacting to the ferocity of his fucking. It was dark,. I could barely make out the shape of his body. Again his lips were at my ear. "Hope your fucking PrEP is working mate," the commented, taking a slight break from fucking, his cock deep inside my hole. "‘I'm full blown AIDS mate, viral load off the fucking scale. And guess what? That pulsation you feel in your hole is my seven day load pumping into your fucking bowels!" I feel between his buttocks. Sure enough - his arse cheeks were clenching as his body pumped wave after wave of toxic semen into me. I opened my poppers again. One, two, three, four breaths of the chemical and my head spun, my heart pumped. I pressec my arse against his pulsating cock, clenching tightly to hold him in my arse, trying to fuck back against him. But he was spent, his sweaty chest rests on mine as his body fights for oxygen. After a moment his cock, now limp after having delivered it's payload, slipped from my hole. Pressing himself up, he gave me a kiss. His drool oozed into my mouth. "Thanks mate," he whispered. "Can my buddy have a go now?" I nod. "Yeah," I told him. "I'm ready for more." As he pushes away from my he slaps my arse. I feel another body move between my legs, lifting them to rest my ankles on two more bony shoulders. My anxiety returns, soon to be quelled by more poppers...

About three years ago, my nephew confided to my husband and I that he thought he was gay. He was 15 at the time, not exactly the family genius, but decent looking. We gave him our best advice, him living in the deep South, that keeping quiet about it would work well, and maybe explore more in college. A bit about us, we are both very conservative acting, straight laced guys. He is a college professor and I am an attorney. Both of us in our early 40s and been together for damn near 15 years. Both of us have been off and on stacks of anabolics since we were in our early 30s and we are built like brick shithouses. That said, we love our pig sex and slamming from time to time. Both of us have seen guys go down the rabbit hole with Ms. Tina, and we want nothing to do with that. So it stays a rare thing for us. We gave him the best advice that we could based on our own life experiences, but sometimes my nephew can be an idiot and not do as advised. It took some time, but holy shit, that boy could fuck up an anvil with a god damn banana. When he turned 18, right after Thanksgiving to be precise, he got caught sexting with another dude. My brother, his Dad, was livid and demanded that Derek move out of his house. This boy adored his father, but his Dad rejected him completely. I have always been at a loss as to why, since he has no issue with me being gay at all. Maybe its that I am his older brother, or maybe that I am just plain bigger than he is to this day... Who knows? I had planned a trip home to see my aging parents at Christmas, as I always do. On Christmas Day, Jake and I (Cheyenne) piled into my truck and headed south. It took about 13 hours, but we arrived and crashed at my folks' place. It was the first time they had seen me in a year, so the usual celebrations ensued, and finally Jake and I had pounded some Jack Daniels and were off to bed. The next day, Derek pulled us aside, explained what he did, and what happened. We were both pissed, but not much that we could do about it. I agreed to talk to my brother. I knew that wasn't going anywhere, so finally we agreed that Derek could head back with us to Chicago, where we would enroll him in the local public high school so that he could at least finish school. He returned with us, and our houseboy Mark very quickly became friends with him. Now, with a six figure house hold income, neither of us had planned on raising a kid, but now damnit, we apparently had one. It became tighter than we had planned. The food bill for a teen, plus the hidden Copenhagen habit of mine really added up. Pretty soon, my husband was asking about receipts and what was happening to our money. "What the fuck is going on? We are spending way too much?" Jake screamed... " We have a hungry teen boy and a 20 something houseboy" I replied... Then one Friday night we planned a slam session. I was tottally cleaned out as usual, but Dereck required some training. It finally worked out and he got it all taken care of. He was clearly quite nervous. Downstairs to the basement we went. He crawled up in our sling without command, as if he knew what awaited him. It was obvious that Derrk knew what a sling was. Painfully obvious. Crawling right in, he laid back and relaxed. "'Baby boy, you know what is gonna happen to ya?" Jake aked No Sir, but its gonna be good Sir." he responded stay tuned for more?..

If I just want to starfish and get piped then size matters; but that's rare for me. My prostate is only like 2.5" in. Hit it, kiss me, bite my nipples, grab my hair, jerk my cock, rub my abs, whisper in my ear that you're proud of your son...and I'll cum twice for you.

So last night I was on Grindr and I was talking to this cumdump on there making plans on coming over in a little while and fucking his hole. Well someone that knew him hit me up and said let double team him and I’m like fuck it cool. So the cumdump is right down the street from my house. And we’ll call this guy chad. Chad wants to suck my cock for a little bit while cumdump is getting fucked. So chad comes and pics me up and we go over near cumdumps house and I whip out my cock and he starts sucking me this guy is good he gets me hard in no time at all. I was really enjoying the bj and then cumdump messages him and was like I’m ready come over. So on the way I ask chad if cumdump knows I’m coming with and he says no. It’s a surprise. So we get to cumdumps house and we go into his room and cumdump is on all fours with his bare ass in the air and his head under the blankets. So me and chad are standing there getting our dicks hard mine gets hard first and I plunge into his used sloppy hole ( turns out he already had three in there). I fuck him for a min and the chad wants a go so I slip out and chad slides his dick in. And fucks a load into him and then it’s my turn and I slide my cock into him and I fuck him hard his hole is making all kinds of sloppy cum filled noises. I fuck him hard for five min or so and I feel my orgasm building and I breed him deep with my load. Well we wipe off using a towel that was conveniently close and we leave. I get back on Grindr on the way home and cumdump askes me where I’m at bc it says on here I’m close. I tell him that I was the one that just breed him.

Cheers! By the time I returned upstairs, everything had changed. It was like I’d walked into a completely different club. The music was no longer anything I could identify, having been replaced by a heavy thumping beat, and I noticed that the DJ from earlier was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a topless skinhead white guy who was clearly having the time of his life in the booth. The room was darker, and what lights there were were being used more for effect than for illumination, making the room flash red. Somewhere, a smoke machine was hissing, and the room was getting misty. Any pretence of this place not being a sex club had clearly been thrown out the window now. Several people had completely discarded what little outfits they had been wearing, while others were happily letting their cocks get pulled out of whatever they were wearing. A lot of people were still just dancing, but even that had become a lot more physical than what it had been before midnight. I didn’t know where to start. The vibrations of the music shot through my body, and I wanted to throw myself right into the dance floor, just to see what happened. ‘You. Need. Water.’ The voice in my head told me. What little of it was left was apparently trying to use reason to get me to stop doing the things it didn’t want me to. But it wasn’t wrong, my mouth did feel a bit dry, so I made my way to the bar. Apparently 90% of the people in the club had all decided to do the same thing. It was heaving there, with so many rows of people waiting to be served, it was a wonder how the people already at the bar itself would be able to get away once they got their drinks. I stood at the back of the queue, and wondered how long it would be before I actually got served. I felt like the negative voice knew this would happen and caught me in a trap. The night had other plans, though. I had been standing there less than a minute when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, expecting to see Geo, or one of the four guys I’d already messed about with this evening, but it was another new guy. He was older than any of the others, maybe one of the oldest guys in the building, but holy fuck was he a DILF. A black guy, maybe in his 50s, wearing nothing but a pair of loose boxers. His body was covered in salt-and-pepper hair, and he had dreadlocks tied loosely behind his head. In his hand, he held two bottles of beer, he offered one to me, and nodded over towards a corner of the room. I took the bottle and followed him. For a minute, I had to wonder if I actually had found my way into a different club. I was certain that the place had more seating earlier. Now it was like the chairs and tables had melted away in order to allow the dancefloor to expand. But the guy I followed seemed to know exactly where to go, and led me to a little alcove, that had some stools in it, pressed up against the wall under a wooden shelf that was littered with empty bottles and glasses. He pulled out two stools and perched on one, learning on the shelf. I hopped up onto the other one, vividly aware about how much less casual I looked and felt wandering through a public place in my underwear. We clinked the necks of our bottles together, and took deep swigs. Somewhere inside my head, alarm bells were going off. There could be anything in this bottle! I hadn’t seen it opened, and although it was still cold and tasted like standard cheap beer, I had no way of knowing how long this guy had been holding onto it. In my attempt to not let the guy see how uncomfortable I was, I ended up half emptying the bottle in one go, which was the opposite of what the voice in my head wanted, but it was too late now. I set the bottle down on the side, and thanked him for the drink. “No problem!” He took another sip, and set his drink down. “I was queuing so long that I lost the guy I was buying for, and you looked like you needed some help. It’s your first time in a place like this, I’m guessing?” I asked him how he knew that. “Kid. You’re walking around the place looking as confused and as cute as a deer caught in the headlights. It’s a miracle that you haven’t been hit by the truck yet.” With that, he reached out to my stall and easily dragged me closer to him. “But don’t worry. The truck is still coming.” He hooked one of his thumbs in his underwear and yanked them down. In his loose boxers and in the darkness of the room, I hadn’t really been able to see just how massive his cock was, but when it flopped out at me, swinging like a truncheon, it caught me by such surprise that I almost wanted to run away. That was never an option though, since the guy reached forward to the back of my neck and and pulled me into him. His tongue filled my mouth, and instinctively my hands took hold of his dick and started pumping it. It was so big that both my hands could easily hold it with room to spare. His hands came round me and roughly grabbed my ass, roughly squeezing and pulling at them as we kissed. After a minute, he stopped, and pushed me off him at the shoulders. He was so forceful that I felt like a rag doll, as he pushed me down to my knees so that my head was level with his dick. He was leaking precum, and I didn’t hesitate in taking the head in my mouth to suck it all up. His cock was at least four inches bigger than the biggest I’d ever sucked before, and even that one I hadn’t been able to deepthroat very well. I struggled to handle the beast in my mouth, and the hands that grabbed my head didn’t seem to care that much for my struggles. I gagged and spluttered all over his dick, and drool started pouring down my chin. There was movement behind me, and I felt someone else’s body against my back. He was crouched in the same position as me, so that all our body parts lined up perfectly, and I heard his voice in my ear. “Here, let me show you how it’s done.” I could tell that it was the guy I had met in the toilets earlier, and the guy I was sucking clearly didn’t have any issues letting me slide off his dick, so the new guy could slide straight on, swallowing half of it in one smooth movement while leaning over my shoulder. I was pinned between them, and the older guy only moved one of his hands from my head to the young guys head. The other kept firm hold of me, and held me in place, pulling me down into the nook between his dick and his leg. I inhaled deeply, and smelled the raw scent of his sweat. It was intoxicating, and my dick sprang to attention as the young guys arm wrapped around me and took hold of it through my shorts. I could feel the young guys dick pressing into my butt. It was hard, and not very big, but then I guessed that this current position was as close to topping as a guy like this got, so I guessed it didn’t matter. The diminishing sober part of my brain imagined how this would have looked from a distance. A writhing mass of flesh and limbs grinding together like some weird beast, letting out guttural moans every now and then. The thumping of the music meant that most of the noises were drowned out, but I could still hear the guy moaning as we worked on his dick. My new friend was definitely doing most of the work, but I tried my best to help out, licking at the base of the huge cock, and at the massive black balls that hung heavily underneath. It tasted incredible, like nothing I’d ever had in my mouth before. I could have stayed there lapping at it forever, but the other two seemed to have other plans. The big guy was getting close, and his moans were getting louder and more intense. Suddenly, the guy behind me shifted, moving backwards slightly, and the hand on my head curled its fingers in my hair, yanking me me back and putting my mouth over the head of the dick again, just in time for it to explode like a gun, filling my mouth. It was like a fire hose blasting into my mouth, shooting blast after blast of thick, salty cum. It came so fast that I didn’t even have time to gag, and instantly started swallowing what I could, letting the rest fill my mouth and run over my lips. Even if I thought to count how many shots pumped into my mouth, I’m sure I would have lost count. When it finally finished, his hand left my head, but another took its place, as the guy behind me pulled me back into his shoulder so that he could put his mouth over mine, licking the cum off my chin before kissing me. Our tongues mixed together with the huge load, and his other hand slipped into my shorts, taking hold of my dick. The part of my mind that was disgusted by all this was silent, and it was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. I’m surprised I didn’t blow my own load right there, but I was glad I didn’t. Any nerve I’d built up since swallowing that pill needed me to stay pent up and ready to go, I knew, and I had no intentions of letting this night end so soon. By the time we finally pulled apart, having swallowed every trace of cum we could find on each other, the guy who had given us it had already disappeared.

Exactly! It drives me crazy and it's a turn on knowing I'm making him feel good, and it lets me know my reward is cumming soon. ????????

Hooked up with a guy from Grindr last weekend, who came over to my apartment. He was a bit drunk, after being at his work’s Christmas party, but said that it helped him stay hard for longer! Good kisser, really passionate, and had a nice 7” uncut cock that was just the right thickness for me to swallow. I got him nice and wet, but still needed a bit of lube to be able to slide down onto his dick. I rode his dick for a good half an hour before needing to change positions as I was getting cramps in my legs. So we changed to side by side, then missionary for a while. We finished off with me riding his cock again, and he blew a huge load in my ass, that started to dribble out of my ass when I lifted myself off his dick. I licked up his cum and we snowballed it, until finally I swallowed it. Then we rolled over and fell asleep until morning when I drove him home. I still don’t know his name...

Quality is not always just about looks. There’s hot , there’s photogenic, and there’s personality and background. A veritable smörgasbord, if you will...

When I was younger it was all about quantity, when I got older it was about quality. When I was younger it was about getting as much cock and cum in me as possible. I equated getting men to give me their cock and cum as me being desirable (i.e. they have all these bottoms to choose from but they want me. As I got older, I preferred to get fucked by men who could work magic on my ass and fuck me into submission. Now that I am in my fifties, I find myself becoming slutty again and preferring to go all piggy, so it is back to the sex parties rather than individual hook-ups, so my hole gets destroyed, I can felch someone's else fucked out hole, I can rim some tops as they fuck another bottom, and I get to tongue bathe sweaty pits before dropping to my knees and drink their piss.

I was really horny today and really craving raw cock and cum, so this afternoon i drove to Aarows bathhouse, when i got there i parked 8n the carpark and looked around, by the number of cars, it wasnt very busy, so i stayed in my car and hit up grindr and growlr. After a few minutes a got a msg on grindr, the profile had a picture of a glory hole and that the guy was 43 and vers. The message said"do you want to get fucked raw and bred" the second message was a dick pick. I messaged back saying yes and asked for address, he replied back with address and said to make sure i was douched clean, i told him i was and will be there in half an hour. He told me to msg him when i was 10 minutes away. On the was i stopped at a public toilet and douched again to make sure i was clean, i also lubed my hole and fingered it to open up, i took off my underwear and put on my jock strap. I msg him and said i was close, he said he will send me instructions soon, by the time i got to the address he sent me another msg. " Okay fucker I’m ready drive into the property park in front of the black jeep get out strip fucking naked and come into the garage and get on your hands and knees and get your mouth around my cock " My hole was wet and twitching, i did exactly as he said, i sucked his cock and lucked is balls while he stood against a wall, after 10 minutes of this he told me to go to the middle of the garage and get my ass up and face down, he had put some soft covering on the floor, not for me but for him, he gave me amyl and pushed his raw cock in me, it felt so fucking good, he fucked me hard and balls deep, he was moaning and asking me if i liked his german cock, i was on cloud 9, he slowed down as he didn't want to cum yet. He had me duck his cock again and eat his ass. I loved every minute of it. After a while he told me to stand against the window and he fucked me there. He then said he wanted to fuck me outside, he had me bend over my car and he fuck me there, he really was turned on as after a few minutes he said he was gonna cum and i could feel his cock pumping his cum in my ass. After he pulled out he said it was a 7 day load. I got dressed outside and he said i was to go back soon for another session. I left there with a load but still craving for more, I went back to the bathhouse and despite the carpark being emptier still i went inside, as i was changing in the licker room an Asian guy was changing as well but he was leaving, i asked him if it was any good, he said it was slack but there was 2 latino's cruzing, i hurried up to the top floor in search for them, in the big tv room on the second floor was this hot guy with tatts jerking off, there was another guy next to him watching, slowly the second guy reached over and started jerking him off, the hot guy started moaning and curling his toes, i thought he was gonna cum with the handjob but he stopped the guy and started getting up, i was standing at the door and tge second guy walked out, the hot guy got up and was getting his towel when he saw me, i was in my jock strap and a towel which was half way down my ass, he came up behind me and started pushing his cock in, as i was lubed and already had a load in me he went in easily, i pulled him back in to the room and bent over the fuck table behind the couch, without saying a word he started fucking me and i was so turned on, he fucked me for 10 minutes while a few people watched, and then without saying a word (other then his moaning while he fucked me raw) he started breeding my ass, i pushed back as much as i could and pulled him deep into me, after a minute he pulled out, j quickly turned around and sucked his cock clean. After that i was at the bathhouse for another 30 minutes but there was hardly anyone there so i left, i got home and pushed out the 2 loads in my hand and ate them, i have setup another hookup on wednesday and the top said he will fist me as well I will let you know how it goes.

This is the bf reporting while my boy is being royally fucked by two bbc in his sloppy pussy while sucking the life out of another one. There are 9 others horny tops waiting to use my perfect boy pussy

I suppose thus far in my life I always went for quality over quantity. But I've never been able to host, and only recently gained the ability to travel any real distance, so my hookup options for a long time were very limited. I had to be choosy about who I went through all the struggle to get with since it could be months between fucking, so I used to only ever get with dudes with massive cocks or who were super hot and in shape. Have had quite a few beefy body builders and nice fit daddies in my time. But the last year I've gone more for anyone who is half decent looking, has an average or better cock, and is more likely to actually meet up. After wasting so much precious time with flakes in the hope that they show just because they're hot, reliability has become very important to me. But 2019 is definitely going to be my year to try quantity. I've never done any group play yet, but I've already got a nice top with a hotel room lined up for tonight wanting to host me, and he is ok with inviting other tops for me. So with any luck, I'll have my first gangbang tonight! Being fucked and filled up by only the hottest guys can definitely feel rewarding, but I've finally reached the point that I just want to try being a full blown cumdump slut at least once, and take a double digit load count in one night.

I was in Open Mind bar in Barcelona, where they had a Milk Party. I was really eager to share my DNA, and it was quite an enjoyable experience. I ended up pumping 2 loads, one in dark area, where no face could be seen but lots of moaning can be heard. I felt a guy's hole was quite loose, and then I stuck my cock into his hole and fuck him. It didn't took me long to cum inside him. I took a break afterwards, thinking if I was able to cum again (challenging). I saw another guy laying on the sling, and looked very eager to take my cock, so I gave it a try. I fucked for like 10-15minutes non-stop. I ended up having to jerk off quite a bit, before shoving my cock back into his tight hole I was about to cum. My milk released into him all at once. A very good night for me!

UPON THE CROSS: Once tied to the cross, father Joseph took an empty syringe from under the draped alter, along with some plastic tubing. He instructed brother Zack to place the tubing around his arm, and draw his tainted blood from it. Once he did, the rubber band was placed around my arm, and the needle poked into my vein. As this was being done, father Joseph chanted that this was the blood of the father, given to me for the confessions of my desires. Once the syringe was empty, father Joseph entered my ass, and pumped me for about 20 minutes before he dropped his seed into me. With that we were instructed to return to our room, and share our seed with each other as much as possible, before his final blessing of the night. Father Joseph handed us both back our cock cages, and reminded us that we would not be locked in them tonight, however he instructed that they were to remain visible in our room to remind us both that he was in charge at all times. Father Joseph informed me that he had confiscated my phone, and sent a message to all of my friends saying not to worry about me, that I had won a month long trip, and would be out of the country, and could not be reached. He explained that it would likely be less than a month before I showed signs of conversion, and that Zack would be there to help me when I became violently ill with the fuck flu. Zack and I quickly returned to the room, and began fucking, just as instructed. After my first breeding, Zach said that he had an idea. He was not sure if it would work, but wanted to try anyway. When I asked what it was, Zach simply put the cock cage on, without locking it. He was fully engorged in it, and said he wanted to seed me again. I replied that I would like that, but wasn’t sure it was possible with the cage on. He simply said, lets try, and we did. After all, my ass had taken a brush, and a cruel condom. Why not a cage covered cock. Zack began to eat my ass, before trying to put his cock in me. My ass had somewhat recovered, and although it was painful, for the both of us Im sure, he started fucking me ass with slow and gentle thrusts, until he unloaded deep in me. After doing so, he wanted me to breed him with my cage on. Somehow it worked better than I ever imagined. After we had seeded each other, the cages came out of our cunts all bloodied up. We fucked several more time before the father came to give me his final blessing of the night.

Part 16: Deal with the Devil Just as Brad broke the news to his wife and hung up the phone Garrett put collars on both men. He then attached a leash onto the collars and ordered both of them on their knees. He then shoved a piss soaked cloth in each of their mouths and covered both of their mouths with duct tape. He then blindfolded each of them and led them into the backyard on their knees. Across the yard and near the pool they went and as they neared the pool they heard other men around. But although the voices sounded Male there was something odd about their voices. Almost a hiss like sound. And Jason thought he heard one say "Hello Lucifer, our noble leader." Garrett spoke up and told the onlookers that "I have acquired two young gay men who would do anything to have money and a nice house. Tonight we secure their souls so they can have earthly possessions. So my loyal subjects have your fun and evil ways with these two although they won't realize what has happened until it's too late." Both men knew what they had just heard and both thought it was a joke until Brad screamed into his gag from pain. Jason didn't know anything that was going on when he suddenly screamed out himself. Both men passed out immediately. As it turns out they each had a red hot poker shoved up their ass. As both men laid there unconscious their bodies were defiled. They were each double penetrated several times over. Enough so that their holes were ripped open to the point where they wouldn't ever close except with surgery. Blood poured from their ass along with cum and piss. They had scratch marks all over their body. As each sort of came to they would each pass out again from the pain. After being defiled for most of the night they were put into bed by Garrett. Their gags removed they realized they were sore but couldn't remember why. Neither had an explanation for the other. As they looked at each other perplexed Garrett entered the room sporting a massive cock. A cock that would make a horse jealous. Both men were hungry and horny for that monster. Garrett's cock was now 20 inches long and thicker than two hands wrapped around it. It was massive. But their cocks weren't hard but their asses both got wet from lusting for that cock. Brad without being told put his legs in the air and Garrett shoved that cock all in at once. Brad moaned in excitement. His ass was lubing that monster. He was having ass orgasms and loving it. Garrett fucked him for two hours straight and came in his ass four times without going soft. Jason looked on in amazement but he too was getting wet in his ass from seeing this. After Garrett finished with Brad, Brad was a wreck. His ass was stretched and he could feel it but it didn't hurt. As Brad laid there Garrett pulled out he just laid there still with a hardon. Jason knew what to do and he straddled Garrett's cock and sunk down onto the huge cock. As with Brad his ass was lubing the cock as well. His cock just laid there soft but his ass was having a steady stream of orgasms. Jason rode Garrett for hours and relished in every orgasm Garrett had. After six orgasms with Jason Garrett was done. He picked Jason up off of his cock and laid him down beside Brad. Jason and Brad held each and fell asleep. Several hours later they woke up and found Garrett downstairs. Garrett told them he would only be around another month but assured them that he definitely looked forward to seeing them suffering eternally. They both looked at him and each other dumbfounded. Then Garrett let out the most evil laugh and it sent shivers down their spine. The next month was almost like a nightmare for both men. For the first two weeks each tried contacting their relatives and friends. To their surprise nobody knew them. They couldn't understand what was happening. They tried getting help from the neighbors but they just ignored them. Garrett would inflict punishment for them trying to contact other people. He whipped them with a paddle until their cheeks were bleeding. Food was scarce in the house. Then the last two weeks arrived and both of them got gravely ill. Both of them now were developing full blown AIDS. Garrett nursed them through and each night they swore they were hallucinating. It seemed as if Garrett was changing into some sort of scary creature. It was horrible. At night while they were sleeping they would have visions of being tortured by hot looking demons. Then all of a sudden they were well enough to be functional again. Garrett fucked them each one last time and then signed the deed over to them. Also he handed each of them a checkbook with a starting amount that neither could fathom. And just like that Garrett was gone. Just vanished. Just then there was a knock at the door. Brad put on a robe and answered it. It was a certified letter addressed to both of them. The letter was signed not by Garrett, but Lucifer. It said they each had a year to live and then he would collect what was his. Their soul. They both busted out laughing thinking Garrett was just being funny. Then a loud boom of thunder hit from out of nowhere. Both of them shit themselves. Brad then said "Well, we might as well live it up and spread the wealth and not just the money." Jason agreed and so they set off trying to get fucked as much as possible. The year flew by and before they knew it they had only a month left to go. Another letter arrived letting them know this. Now it's getting really weird. The final month is not so fun.

Thanks OP. Nice post. I prefer quality over quantity these days - and regulars over anonymous dick. I also constantly run these algorithms in any group setting where I try to figure out what and who to do to minimize STDs. And I always say a silent prayer for the guys who just bend over and take every single cock or fuck every single ass. I got a nice dose of Hep C doing that a few years ago (now cured thanks to a clinical trial). All you need is a top to fuck you with blood on his cock from fucking a Hep C positive bottom and then bam it's your problem. For this reason, I will not allow tops to enter my hole immediately after pulling out of another bottom. I will wipe his dick off with a towel or if I'm really pressed will suck it and spit it out. Maybe I've avoided a few STDs because of this, but who knows? So yes, quality over quantity. In 2019, I'd rather have 50 loads (one a week) with no STDs than 100 loads and three STDs. I know that all it takes is one load to get something, but I've been in the backroom of Bull in Berlin at 4 am and thought "hmmm, somebody's leaving here with an STD tonight!" It's all about calculated risks.

Jake slowly started working his boy cunt with his fingers, and gradually his hole opened up. Given how powerful the situation was, I felt that some t was needed and helpful, and Jake agreed. The pipe was loaded, I held the torch to it, and got a nice lung full. As a side note, t gives me t dick from hell, but Jake gets rock hard from the stuff, which works fine for me. Then we passed the pipe to Derek and instructed him on how to use it. " Wait until the bowl is sort of smokey, then start to inhale with your mouth slow and steady." we informed him. It was almost like you could see the tingles go up his spine. We gave him 3 good hits. That opened him up nicely, along with the poppers we had provided. Jake plowed his boy cunt until he nutted hard, then stood back and allowed Mark to nut and dump his baby batter in him as well. I just stood back and watched, hard as a rock despite the T and finally sunk my cock into my nephew and all the baby batter he held. I plowed his cunt for a good few minutes, then we decided to move it to my truck. We went upstairs and then out with all of us dressed. Derek was bent over the passenger seat of my truck and I bred him nice and deep. Then Jake jumped back in, hard as a rock and wanted to breed him again. "You love that toxic baby batter don't ya boy?" Jake asked rhetorically.... Derek just nodded, the t and the cock in his boy cunt just told him to go with it. Little did he know that he was slowly becomming a poz cunt boy who served at our pleasure. Slowly but surely he would change. ( Sorry guys, I really am in the deep south and heading back home tomorrow. Thats all I had time to write tonight after spending the last 3 hours in a speakeasy ( illegal bar... yes they do exist in 2018...) More to cum...

I had spent Christmas Day enjoying family and doing lots of cooking, but the day after, I need to take care of some primal needs -- getting fucked. As I was searching the usual sites, a leather daddy that I have played with several times popped on; after the usual comments about the holidays, he made the comment, "I always like seeing you get naked." I didn't need any more encouragement, and told him I'm horny and ready to play. Once we figured out a good time to meet up, I headed out the door. When I arrived, he said, that another guy he had been chatting with also showed up, and asked if I was up for a three-way. Never to turn down a three-way, I said sure. We immediately got into some piggy play. The leather daddy started to fuck me , while the other guy swallowed my cock. All of a sudden leather daddy slipped a dildo and his raw cock into my hole; man it felt so good. The tree of us continued to play and switch off -- sucking, fucking, rimming and kissing. Leather daddy told me to get in the sling, and started applying elbow grease to my hole -- inserting his greased fingers. Telling me to take a deep hit on my poppers, he started to push his fist into my hole. At first it was a little tight, but then he said, take a another deep hit, and after doing so, his paw pushed its way into my hole. He immediately started to pull out and began punch fisting my hole. My ass lips got swollen as he continued to punch my hole -- it felt so fucking hot. Not to be left out, our play partner started to kiss me and moved to the front my of the sling -- rimming my hole and then fucking my freshly wrecked hole. As he was fucking me, he said I bet you'd love to get DP'd and immediately flooded my hole with his cum. As the three of us rested on the bed, the leather daddy started to chew on my nips, which got my cock hard again, and our play partner swallowed my cock, giving me the most incredible blow job; edging me repeatedly until I shot my load in his mouth which he immediately shared with the both of us. Today was definitely a great holiday treat.

The Intern Part 8 Kellen’s nervousness kicked up 100% when James began leering at him, all while closing the 6-foot gap between them. Instinctively, Kellen took a step back for each step James took forward. Before he knew it, his heels hit the office door. He reached blindly for the door handle behind him and turned to exit as fast as he could. But James was faster. His right hand shot out, covering Kellen’s which had begun to turn the handle. He applied steady pressure to Kellen’s hand, causing the square handle to dig into his palm. Kellen’s eyes widened as he began to actually fear for his safety. James, squeezing harder on the boy’s hand, not only felt him tense up but also the ever so slight beginnings of a struggle. “Mr. Thomas. I should really get going, I…” Kellen was caught off guard as James’ left hand found the boy’s throat. There was not enough pressure to stop him from speaking, but the act of aggression was what silenced Kellen. “Hush, baby boy. Or else,” James squeezed Kellen’s hand harder which caused him to wince while, at the same time, slightly closed his fingers around the kid’s throat. “things will become quite uncomfortable for you. Do you understand?” Kellen, in obvious pain, simply nodded. James released his hand and the kid instinctively began massaging it with the other. With his hand still on his throat, James went in for the kill and gave the boy the most passionate kiss he had ever received. After only a few seconds of his tongue expertly assaulting the boy’s mouth, James noticed that the tenseness had melted away and that the boy’s eyes were closed as he was beginning to enjoy what was being done to him. With his free hand he reached behind the kid and gave his firm ass a hard squeeze causing him to rise up on his toes by just an inch or two. Kellen had never experienced anything like this before in his entire life. In the span of about 10 minutes he went from thinking he had lost his dream internship to fearing for his life to being kissed and groped by his hot boss. His mind was racing. He knew this was wrong and that everything that led up to this veritable stranger’s tongue being shoved down his throat shouldn’t be happening. But the hormones of a 22-year-old Midwestern boy with very limited sexual experience took control after only a few seconds of internal struggle and he began to kiss back. The moments of pain just before were now just a foggy memory as Kellen hands began to feel the taught torso of his boss, running up the sides of his ribcage to his biceps which he began to squeeze and knead like his life depended on it. Feeling the kid give in and reciprocate the kiss, James knew he had him. He released the kid’s throat and Kellen wrapped his arms around James’ back and pulled him in closer. He felt the boy’s cock grow and stiffen which caused his hefty member to respond likewise. James broke the kiss and took a slight half-step backward. Kellen, still lost in the pleasure of the now broken kiss, stepped forward in hopes to continue what his boss started but his effort was thwarted when James roughly shoved him back against the door with his right arm. He shoved him harder than he meant, but he enjoyed the effect. Kellen’s face was filled with disappointment. He wanted more of what James had given him a taste of, but now he was an arm’s length away staring into the eyes of the man who was staring back at him with a devilish hunger he had never seen in any of his partners. And he liked it. James released the boy and returned to his desk. But instead of sitting behind it he grabbed his chair and wheeled it to the far end of the office and sat and faced Kellen. “Strip.” Kellen looked to his left and right, understanding what James meant, but not sure if he should. He heard the dull voices through the door behind him but took in the sight of the man across the room whose dick now strained against his tight pants, snaking down his left inner thigh. Holy fuck, Kellen thought. This guy’s dick was impressive with clothes on. “Strip,” James said once more. But with a more menacing tone this time. Kellen nervously undid his tie and tossed it on the ground and stepped out of his shoes, first the left, then the right and pushed them to the side with his foot. Off came his jacket and as he looked for a place to hang it, James chimed it. “Just throw it on the floor.” Kellen considered this and did as he was told. His hand found his belt clasp and fumbled with it for a moment before he pulled it through the loops with his right hand and tossed it on his jacket. James began to stroke his cock through his pants, spreading his legs wider as the kid across the room began to unbutton his pants. They fell to the ground and James couldn’t help but smile as he ungracefully stepped out of them with the left cuff getting caught on his heel. The kid regained his composure and looked embarrassingly at James as he began to free the buttons at the wrist then at the neck down to the last one just below his belly button. The deep hunger to ravish and corrupt a bottom filled James like never before. Standing before him was a naïve boy who had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. He watched as the kid began to remove his slightly wrinkled button down and tossed it on the pile next to him. The natural lighting in the room made the kid look absolutely stunning. Kellen’s light brown hair and pale, toned body was on fully display with only a pair of navy-blue boxer briefs protecting his nakedness. “Fuck.” Was all James could whisper as he took in the sight of the kid. It was his shyness and inexperience, coupled with his build that put James into overdrive. He was going to have some great fun with the kid over the next 10 weeks, sending him back home to the Midwest as a changed person. Unsure what to do with his hands, Kellen clasped them in front of his growing cock and tried to hide it from the man in front of him. “When I said strip, I meant everything.” Kellen, embarrassed by what he was about to do, turned to face the office door and bent over to remove the last of his clothing, not knowing he was giving his boss a view of what he really wanted. James licked his lips like a hungry wolf as Kellen revealed two milky-white globes of perfection. No hair, no tan, nothing but innocent flesh waiting to be used and abused. Kellen slowly turned, hands unable to fully hide his now stiff cock. Unable to look James in the eye, he kept his gaze downward, willing his boner to subside, hoping that would help the embarrassment. “Hands to your side. Eyes up.” Kellen sheepishly lifted his head to meet the gaze of James, who gave him a slight nod, letting him know he was doing the right thing. That nod was all the coaxing the kid needed and let his arms fall to his side. James was impressed. Not only did the kid have a tight, slim body that he liked in his conquests, but he had very nice 7.5’ uncut piece of meat standing at attention. “From here on out, you will do everything I tell you. And forget what I said earlier about you calling me Sir. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” Was all he said as he did his best to maintain eye contact with his boss, despite his current state of naked horniness. “Good. Now get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me.” As Kellen began to make his way to the man calling the shots across the room, he was surprised that he was even in this situation. It all happened so fast, but it felt right even while feeling so wrong. He had never messed around with someone this good looking before. The three sexual experiences prior to this one were all awkward and unsatisfying. James knew what he was doing, and Kellen was more than willing to oblige in hopes that all the frustratingly painful sexual experiences of the past would more than be made up for here and now. “Good boy,” James said as his conquest now rested on his knees before him. “How many dicks have you sucked?” “Three.” “Three, what?” “Three dicks. I’ve only sucked three.” James was quick, much quicker than moments earlier at the door. Before Kellen could even flinch, James had his right hand up and had back-handed the naked Kellen hard enough to cause him to fall back with a small pin-prick of blood forming on the kid’s bottom lip. Kellen was shocked and again found himself moving backward as James stood and walked toward the retreating kid. “Stop! Now!” Kellen froze thinking his boss was loud enough to alert those outside the door and waited. When he realized no help was coming, he looked up at the now visibly angry James who had both fists clenched. James straddled the kid, one foot placed on the outside of Kellen’s legs, between the knee and hip and glared down at him. If having his hand painfully squeezed around a door handle was scary, Kellen was all out frightened now. He had never been hit before in his life, let alone when he was naked and horny. He knew he had to get out of this office and building as fast as he could. All of this was a mistake and he wished he had trusted his instincts and left when he first felt that something wasn’t right. It took everything he had to not burst into tears right then and there. He was naked and afraid and couldn’t help but notice that James’ dick was still as stiff as ever, aching to break the threads of his pants. “I said from here on out you say Sir! You really are a stupid piece of shit, aren’t you?” James punctuated this by knocking the inside of his right foot against Kellen’s leg, causing the kid to slightly jump back a few inches, which James quickly accommodated for. “I SAID STOP MOVING!” this time brining his left foot against the kids’ leg. Kellen didn’t dare move but hoped and prayed someone heard James’ yell this time, hoping someone would come in and save him, despite his nakedness. As if reading his mind, James bent down to get close to the kid’s face and teased him with his index finger, running it up from his left hip, slowly up his tight torso, circling around his left nipple, up to the side of his neck and finally cradling the kid’s chin in his fingertips. His touch was electric. Once again, the fear melted away and Kellen was aware of nothing else in existence than this man’s touch on his naked body. With his chin being held gently by this man, Kellen once again gave in. He had never been touched or held so gently before. Kellen had no idea what love was, but he imagined that it began with gentle touches. And although he had been shoved and hit just moments earlier, he yearned to be wanted, yearned to be held and with those thoughts, he sat up and looked into James’ eyes. “I’ve sucked three dicks, Sir.” “It’s about to be four.” Kellen, listening like an apt pupil, watched as James unbuckled his belt and let his trouser fall. An audible gasp escaped his lips as James let loose his monster. “We’ve got a lot to do, so get started.” Kellen had never touched or even seen a dick this big. It had to have been at least 9 inches and as thick as a bottle of beer. When he realized he wasn’t going to get any instructions from James, Kellen gave the rigid monster a few strokes with both hands before sticking his tongue out and wrapping his lips around the uncut head. “Atta boy,” James said, approving of the attention he was getting so far. The kid slowly worked his tongue around the head and allowed more of the shaft to enter his mouth. The thickness wasn’t unbearable, but he knew it would be once more of it entered his mouth. “Look up at me.” Kellen lifted his eyes, mouth still full of his boss’ cock and looked up and was relieved to see James smiling. “You’re doing so good, baby boy. But I think you can do better. What do you think?” Kellen slightly nodded while doing everything to convey with his eyes: Yes, Sir, I can do better! James reached down and caressed the kid’s head as he strained to get more dick into his mouth. “It’s big, I know, so I’m going to help you out a bit, okay?” “Emh, Suh,” Kellen said, hoping his ‘Yes, Sir’ was clear enough to not get hit again. “Good boy,” he ran his right hand through Kellen’s hair before grabbing a handful. He saw the surprise in Kellen’s eyes. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just to help me train you. When I pull your head closer to my crotch, you need to relax your throat and swallow, okay?” Kellen slightly nodded. “God, you’re so fucking special, you know that right?” Kellen wanted nothing more than to please this man. Despite everything that had happened, he wanted to make him feel good. He wanted him to want him as much as he did. Kellen swallowed and tried as hard as he could to get James’ monster down his throat, but the thickness was making his jaw sore after just only a few minutes. James saw and felt that Kellen wasn’t quite able to accommodate, so he took the kid’s head in both hands. “You’ve got to learn one way or another. Sorry, not sorry, faggot.” James shuffled a few inches forward, just enough to get Kellen off balance and began to rock his hips back and forth, using the kid’s mouth and throat. Although he wasn’t quite able to get it all down the faggot’s throat, he could easily get off on the struggling sensation coming from Kellen. The kid had never been face-fucked before and his awkward sitting position with James leaning slightly over him didn’t allow him to have any leverage to get comfortable. All he could do was grab on James’ legs and lift himself ever so slightly off the ground to make it has comfortable as possible as the dick began to pick up the pace. With James in control, Kellen was no longer trying to give a decent blow job but was instead doing his best to relax his mouth, throat and jaw to make it as painless as possible. He knew his comfort was the least of his boss’ concern did his best to maintain one position that pleased James. This went on for more than a few minutes. Kellen felt his arm muscles beginning to tired and the inklings of a spasm building. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up. He gripped tighter on James’ legs which caused James to tense up and pick up the pace. James loved breaking a boy, and while this was only a taste of what was to come later on in the evening, he would enjoy it for what it was worth. Without giving him a warning, James put both hands on the back of the kid’s head and shoved his cock as deep as it would go and began to shoot volley after volley of seed down the kids throat. Kellen was caught off guard and was always used to guys telling him they were about to cum, but that didn’t happen this time. With all but one or two inches of the beast down his throat, he began to struggle for air as he felt, what seemed like a never-ending orgasm, fill him up. James withdrew only a few inches, still keeping a majority of his cock in the kid but enough to give him some breathing room. “FUCK!” was all James said as his orgasm finally subsided. He withdrew a bit more and saw the kid visibly relax. “Keep swallowing.” Kellen did as he was told until James finally totally withdrew and the was never more appreciative of oxygen until then. “That was a bad blow job at best, faggot. You’ve got a lot to learn.” James gave Kellen a few light slaps and just to make sure the kid was dejected even more, he continued, “Your oral ‘skills’ are shit, don’t think that you got me off. I got myself off, understand?” “Yes, Sir.” He said, sounding like someone had just taken his favorite toy. James pulled up his pants and stuffed his softening dick back into his pants while Kellen just sat and watched. Giving himself a once-over using his reflection from his window, he reached into his wallet and produced a card and flicked it toward a still naked and motionless Kellen. “That has my address. Be there 11 p.m. Sharp. If you’re even a minute late, don’t bother ringing the bell and don’t bother coming into work tomorrow.” Noticing that James was about to open the door, Kellen scrambled to his left to hide from anyone who might see. James left the kid without a look or another word. Knowing he would see him later that evening, he sent a text to his dealer: “The usual. My place, 10 p.m.”

Up in Scotland for a few days staying in a hotel in the centre of Glasgow. This morning I fucked a 19 year old student who was home for the holidays staying with his family and was bored and horny to be fucked. He's a good looking lad - tall, slim, dark floppy hair - and when he got to my hotel room he wasted no time. He sucked my cock like a pro then pulled down his skinny jeans and his pants and bent over to show me his hole which was surprisingly hairy. I rimmed him for a while and then lubed him up. Neither of us had mentioned condoms so I just pushed my cock up him and began to fuck. His hole was really tight - the tightest arse I've fucked in a long time and it was really hard not to shoot my load, especially as I hadn't cum for about seven days. I fucked him slowly for a while and then he asked me to fuck him harder so I did - I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard and he loved it. It wasn't long before I was shooting a massive load right up his tight young arse - it felt like i was never going to stop cumming. I think he'll be pushing cum out for some time. We've arranged to meet again tomorrow so I can pump another load into him.

PART 4 Chris sat on the edge of Kevin’s bed as Kevin rifled thru his drawer selecting a jock for Chris to try. Oh my god, Chris thought to himself, holy shit this is real. I got act cool. Should I try to hide my hardon? What if he thinks I am lame because I am hard? But maybe he will like it? Chris’s thoughts rushed thru his head, his adrenaline surging as the the nerves and excitement hit him. Kevin turned around now and faced him, Chris looked up. Kevin held up a jock in his hand. “This should look amazing on you. It was a little small on me but I bet it fits your frame perfectly. Here, try it on. Let’s see!”, Kevin said as he tossed Chris the jock. Chris was a little shy and tried to cover himself a little as he shed his shorts and put on the jock. As he adjusted it, he was thankful that the pouch stretched enough so even though it wAs obvious he wAs hard, it stayed trapped inside. Chris was almost shaking he was so nervous and turned on at the same time. “Oh fuck!” Kevin blurted, taking in the young man in front of him. “Turn around Chris”, Kevin spoke quietly. Chris slowly turned so his back was facing Kevin. Without being asked, he spread his legs slightly. “What a perfect little boy butt! God it’s so fucking hot Chris.”, Kevin said in a low voice. Chris was instantly more confident and less nervous. Kevin loves his ass. He thought it was perfect. He thinks I am hot, Chris thought to himself. The nerves fading, Chris was just feeling more and more turned on. Without thinking, Chris blurted, “I think you are so hot. Even when I saw you at the store, you are so hot.” Then Chris gestures at Kevin’s cock and added, “ And THAT looks huge!” Kevin grinned. The boy was his. Faster than he had thought, but this boy was so ready. He had just needed someone to light the fuse. Now it was a matter of slowly turning up the heat and making Chris need to take yet another step forward. Time to tease the boy along a little bit, get him talking, Kevin thought to himself. Time to get to him to start telling Kevin what he really wants. That was a big part of it, Kevin thought, getting a guy like Chris to want it so bad he admits it, or even better, begs for it. Most times, once they opened up and admitted it, the young guys can’t wait to tell all their fantasies and desires. Kevin had a feeling Chris was ready to tell him everything. Kevin walked over and sat down On the bed and motioned for Chris to come sit next to him. “Do you like being over here Chris? Being free to express yourself?, Kevin asked. Chris nodded. “Good. I’m happy you are here. Very happy. Nothing is better for me than helping a young man like you find himself. And you are the sexiest young man I have ever had the privilege of helping. And I will tell you a little secret, since you have shared with me, I like it when you stare at my cock. I like it a lot. So don’t be shy ok sexy? You can look at it as much as you want. Remember we can try anything. It’s just us. Two hot gay men together.” The words had a further effect on Chris, as Chris replied “i love being here. I cAnt beleive you think I am sexy. You are like the hottest guy I have ever seen. Fuck that cock looks so big.” Kevin could see the signs of the boy losing control. He could see Chris’s lust was in overdrive. “Want to see my cock Chris?”, Kevin asked quietly. “Please!” Chris blurted immediately. Kevin stood up and slid out of his speedo, exposing his now half hard cock, that would eventually be 8 inches rock hard. Chris had his eyes glued to it, examining every detail. Chris always thought he had a nice dick but Kevin wAs not only longe but much thicker. And what a big cockhead. The way his pubes were shaved short looked sexy as hell, Chris thought. And those smooth shaved balls were fucking massive! What a perfect cock, Chris thought. “Chris.... chris. You here?”, Kevin joked trying to get Chris’s attention. Chris had been so mesmerized by Kevin’s huge cock he had lost all other focus. Embarrassed, Chris looked Kevin in the eyes. “Chris when you would think about guys and having hot man sex, what did you think about? What did you want to do? Actually... let me put it another way, if you had a choice of me sucking you or you sucking me which one would you want?”, Kevin asked. Chris was quiet for a moment. He had kept this answer a secret for so long and now he was about to share it. Before he could lose his nerve, Chris spoke quickly “Its always me getting to suck making the other guy cum. That’s what I like. I.. I’d want to suck you. You wouldn’t have to suck me.” This was going better than Kevin ever hoped for. Chris might really be something truly special. This kid wAs so horny and obviously so fucking gay. The kind of guy that is a natural for becoming a cum dump, Kevin thought. “Chris is there anything else? A lot of guys that love wearing jocks, that feel natural wearing them... it’s because they like showing their asses off. They want guys to notice their sexy young ass, so that they can find a nice a top man to give that ass attention. Chris... does your ass need attention?” Chris’s barriers were just about broken and he immediately nodded and then added “I think about getting fucked. I think about it so much.” Chris couldn’t believe he had just said that but he barely felt like he had any control over himself anyways. This was all happening so fast but he couldn’t stop himself. This was everything he had wanted for as long as he could remember. He was finally in a new town in his own place and had found a mentor that he could be truly himself with. Now here he was finally living his life as a gay man, in a jockstrap with the hottest guy ever naked. Chris was so turned on he knew he had no intention of slowing this down. And as he stared at Kevin’s now hard cock he knew that he was going to do anything Kevin wanted. “All those things you have wanted to do Chris... you have no idea how badly I want to do those things with you. My sexy little bottom. I am going to show you so many things.”, said Kevin in a whisper as he stepped closer to Chris, so close that his cock was inches from Chris’s face. Kevin didn’t have to ask. Chris could t hold back. That massive cock in his face broke his last shred of nerves and he was just hungry now. And as his mouth engulfed the head of Kevin’s cock, Chris thought to himself that he had never felt more complete. With this hot man standing in front of him feeding him his cock, Chris knew this was where he was supposed to be. He had been right all along. As his eyes closed and he settled in trying to take as much cock as he could, he was in heaven finally living his true self serving a hot top man with his mouth.

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.’

I go through phases in terms of going for qualities or quanties. When I was younger, I went for quantites, the more the merrier. When I was in my 40’s, I preferred qualities. I would rather stay at home amd watch TV if I couldn‘t find any guy that I found attractive enough to play with. Now I am in my 50’s, I guess I am feeling that my time is running out, so I want to get as many fucks as I could get, especially I am now on preps, I am more relaxed about by whom or how I get fucked. I am off to the fukdto party later this afternoon and intend to find as many dicks as possible. Wish me luck. Something about being a cumdump/slut makes my cock hard these days.

I know everybody is entitled to their opinion and feel whatever they want but what a fucking stupid response, @Lndpozboi. It doesn't even make sense. If you were overtly scared about HIV, then you should have learned more about it to understand it and take action. You basically sound like a moth scared shitless flying straight to the flame. Besides, and no pun intended, there's absolutely nothing positive about your message. Of what "freedom" are you talking about? I do understand that not having to think about people's HIV status and being able to have sleazy sex sounds amazing but reality is very different. Do not sell a marvelous story of continous hot sex sessions when in fact by getting STDs you basically cannot do shit. And if you guys do have sex with smelly, bloody infections then you're all fucked up in the head. And do not even get me started on drugs..... Do we really need to say that drugs are heavy stuff and that many lives are ruined by them? The fuck, Now if you have a shitty life or depression or are going through a terrible time and you want to escape through sex as a coping measure, I might get that. But do not talk about it as a perfectly valid option when in fact it is an autodestructive behaviour that has nothing to do with a mature, adult sexual decision. I say all this in a bareback forum. And I say it because I've never read it before. Some of you guys actually make barebacking a sordid experience, when in fact we should be working to make it common and enjoyable for most.

Me also prefer large bare cocks first of all for fucking. Barebacking me is a needing for me, so if the cock is smaller but tge top wants to bareback me, he more than welcome. If fucking is not an option (because of something), I suck large or normal and small as well To sum up, my point is that the size doesn’t matter, because the smaller one is better than no one.

I have a friend that used to live in NYC that got hooked on it bad he called me one day crying and asked for help said he couldnt go on living that way. Of course i said yes I bought him a bus ticket to MO to come live with me and took care of him. Got him cleaned up and healthy yes he did do it a couple times yet and i closely watched him with it and if he started getting out of hand with it i talked to him and realled him back in from it. About two years after he moved here he hooked up with a guy and moved in with him and got back into it the guy hurt him and tried to pimp him out and make him do stuff for drugs n money he called me and i went and got him he was hurting so bad emotionally i asked him if he needed some to help him and he said yes me and him smoked it that night first time i had done any but i did it with him and it help bring him back from the brink of suecide knowing i was there for him no matte what. Hes now clean and healthy again and just got a job im so very proud of him i know he will always battle with it and slip now n then but friends have to be there for them to make sure they are in control not the meth. Please watch ur friend and be there no matter what.

My last two days in Melbourne: on Boxing Day I tried to another sauna: Wet on Wellington. It was maybe bigger and fancier but less guys, and the most of them were waiting for Prince Charming. I was really unsetisfied. I met an older silver bear I sucked and tried to make him fuck me, but he was not able to do it. After it I spent the time to find anyone to fuck me. Before I had to go I took a last tour to the dark room. I recognised a guy with smooth and worked chest, short hair and what is the most important with big straight and rock hard cock. I sucked it for a while when turned around, bent over and he knew his task. Pushed into my hole and was fucking for ten minutes. Then he began to be faster, and I heard on his breathe and not much later felt on his cock he was close. Then his cock started pulsing and blew up at my hole. Yesterday I went back to Subway. There were lots of guys. I was eager for breeding so I decided I let anyone to fuck me. Therefore, I didn’t count how many guys fucked me and who and when unloaded me, but around ten, more of them more times. Unfortunately just few of them bred me.

If getting HIV makes sense to you so you can stop stressing about it, go ahead. But one hot load a day for a week or two is more apt to poz you than a one night gang bang.

December 25, 2018 #1 Midnight on Grindr and Santa dropped me my mixed 28yo neighbor up my ass. He was high and wanted an ass to breed. He’s fucken hot! 5’9” 145, I think he has 8 abs and a tight ass to die for. I suck his nice fuck tool of a solid 7 inches and he fucks my pussy deep and hard. I tell him fuck me with no lube, use spit and be rough as possible. He spits on his dick and makes sure to push it in my hole. He fucks it hard and rubbing the skin of his dick against my ass lips and hole. He Breeds it and leave it dripping with cum and spit. I’m in heaven and even entertain the thought of no lube from now on... I ask him when he will bring his buddy and he thinks, “yeah I know a guy who’d love your pussy.” I am in heat and hunger and ask if he would DP me and he grins yeah that would be fun, he’s bigger than me. A man can only dream right..... #2 I’m trolling around Grindr again the next morning. Merry Christmas everyone, especially all the young collage boys home for the Christmas. Yep going to try and get me some young nasty dick up my twat. Blank profile Guy on Grindr 24yp white 5’11” 165. Athletic type visiting. Popper top on his profile name. Laid it clear Bb btm looking to popper when taking raw dick. He answers fuck yeah where are you. Give him my address, he is litterly 3 miles away. He comes over and produce a nice thick white dick. I suck him hard and turn around for his raw poll and he fucks me like his balls haven’t been emptied in weeks. He fucks nice and hard and litterly climbs on top of me and jabs his dick like a spear into a fish. He cums and I can feel his squirt.. damn massive one. But he’s still lodge in me so I start massaging his dick with my ass and milk him for more. I reverse molest the boy and make him cum 2 more times until he’s spent and used. Each time screaming he’s coming again and again. He barely able to walk and leaves with a wide smile on his face. I never had a guy cum three times in me! #3 20 yo boy who fucked me over the summer, he’s back home and wants my ass but gives me 5 minutes. I’ve been napping all afternoon after my morning fuck and had to make sure I was clean.... I must absolute have this kids spunk in me! He’s 5’9” 130 and at least 7 on the thick side and solid as a rock. He cums over and my ass is filled with various mix of lube, cum and spit. I decide not to use lube, go for spit only so I can feel it more. I suck on it till it’s hard. And he sits on my bed enjoying face fucking me. Some time later he pulls up and say,”give me that fuck hole.” Slips in easy and starts pumping and banging me and I can hear the sound of cum lube in my gut swishing away and lubing his raw young cock in my hole. He presses further and quietly cums in my second hole. Pulls out, I suck him clean, says he’ll stop by for my easy hole before he returns to NYC. I’m spent and tired. No more tops on Grindr. Thank you Santa for the ?s, I’ve been a very naughty boy..... not sure I can beat that one in 2019.

The Intern Part 7 “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Kellen frantically scrambled around his room as he simultaneously tried to put on his pants, shirt, and tie while getting his backpack together. It was 7:39 a.m. and he had to be at the Landis Institute by 8 a.m. At 8:09 a.m. a very sweaty and anxious looking Kellen made his way through the front door of the office building that housed the Landis Institute and up to the 6th floor hoping no one would notice, or at the very least, be somewhat forgiving since it was his first day in a new city. “Are you Kellen?” he heard a voice bark from behind as he looked at the directory next to the elevator. “You’re fucking late,” the voice continued. Kellen turned to find the source of the voice and, after noticing his ID badge, he realized he was face to face with the person who hired him over the phone all those weeks ago: James Thomas. “I’m so sorry, sir. My alarm clock…” “Stop. First, don’t ever call me sir. Second, I’m generally pretty fucking pleasant, but you showed up late on your first day. I interviewed 29 applicants for this position and took a chance on you because I was impressed with the way you talked about your work ethic and your desire to affect change,” he paused, looked the kid up and down, took a half step forward to close the space between them and finished, “I obviously made a mistake.” With that James turned and walked down the hall, leaving a shocked and bewildered Kellen standing alone wondering if he still had an internship for the rest of the summer. Not knowing what else to do and with no one to give him any sort of guidance and still reeling from the interaction, Kellen thought the worst of his situation and decided he should go back to his apartment and break the bad news to his dad. But just as he was figuring out how to tell his dad that he couldn’t even hack it one day in D.C., he heard James yell from down the hall. “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! What the fuck are you doing?!?!” Not sure if James was directing this at him, Kellen looked over his shoulder and back down the hall when James continued, “YES, YOU! What the fuck is happening right now?” he asked to the four or five people poking their heads over their cubicles, arms thrown up in the air. “The longer you stand there looking like an asshole the more I regret hiring you. Get your late-ass over here. Now!” Kellen all but sprinted down the hall and followed James into his office. “Sit.” Catching his breath, Kellen sat and began processing that he may not have completely ruined his entire summer. Not wanting to infuriate James any further, he just sat and watched James close his office door and take a seat behind his desk. There was nothing but silence as James studied the kid. He thought to himself: “Cute-ish. Dime-a-dozen, but he’s smart. Definitely a faggot though. This couldn’t actually work out, one way or another.” James cleared his throat, stood up and walked to his window. “You fucked up, kid. Big time. You’re what, 18 or 19 and..” “I’m 19, my birthd…” “It wasn’t a question. Please, do shut the fuck up.” Still processing what happened in the hall and now being talked to like he was just a means to an end, Kellen was no longer embarrassed about being late. Instead, he was confused as to what was even happening at the moment. Is this how the real world worked, he thought. “As I was saying,” James continued. “You fucked up, kid. Big time. You’re what, 18 or 19?” Silence. “I asked you a fucking question. 18 or 19?” Kellen turned, part angry, part confused, but mostly frustrated. “Sir. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m so sorry for being late, but I’m not used to this.” “Used to what? Being talked to like a moron because you were late to your first day of work? Or not being held responsible for your fuck-ups? Which is it?” “Neither. Both? I mean…I’m not sure. Maybe this was a mistake...” James loved playing mind games with the young ones. Especially the ones who seemed so impressionable. And the more James played the Alpha, the more dejected Kellen became. The wheels began to spin, and his cock began to stir. James Thomas was never one to mix business with pleasure, but knowing Mr. Landis like he did, James thought this could work out in his favor and possibly lead to a generous pay raise. “Stand up.” Kellen slightly misunderstood James. He stood and began walking toward the door. “I said stand. Why are you leaving?” “I thought…” “Since you’ve been here, all the thinking you’ve done has only made ridiculous. Leave the thinking to the adults.” Growing up in the mid-west, Kellen was used to people being generally polite and respectful. But now, far from home, Kellen was getting a taste of what life might truly be like. He turned and faced James, who had an odd grin on his face. In that moment Kellen was still not only terrified of his new boss, but he also realized out ruggedly handsome he was. He had light olive skin color, like he had Mediterranean ancestry somewhere down the line. All of this complimented by dark brown hair, clipped short and styled as fashionable as Kellen had ever seen. But was most striking was his lithe frame, kind of like the elven Orlando Bloom. Kellen blushed. James stood looking at the kid and noticed that something odd had come over him. “Is this fucking faggot checking me out,” James thought. His grin widened. He had him. “Since you obviously have no respect for my time and for Mr. Landis and his desire to create the most excellent interns in Washington D.C. you will have to be taught.” Kellen looked around the office nervously. Something didn’t feel right.

"I'm not going to the party tonight," he said in a text. Damn. This is a guy I see at different parties held by mutual buddies in the area. We always catch one another at these events and usually we are sucking and fucking at some point. He is a handsome sweet blond guy with the hottest ass and is totally insatiable. He bottoms mostly but I've seen him top a few holes as well. My bud is a total horn dog like me and loves great breeding sessions. When I found out he wasn't going to the party, I asked if he could host and was horny. He lives about an hour from me but I was so horned up I wanted to fuck his hole and drop some loads. He agreed to meet and I was on my way to his place. When I arrived we had a nice deep kiss. He felt my lump in my pants getting harder and harder. He too was turned on and said he needed a good fucking. We went to his room and got undressed. We kissed some more and rubbed our bodies and hard cocks together. I started sucking his nipples. He went crazy and was moaning and groaning. We got on the bed and really started to make out big time. My cock was dripping and he was squirming all over. I turned him over and started to rim his hole. He went nuts. The deeper I put my tongue inside his hole the more he moaned and squirmed around. It was making my cock drip and I couldn't wait. I used spit to lube up my cock and slowly slid inside. When I hit bottom we both let out a big sigh and moan. I was on top on him with his ass up and my cock deep inside. I pounded his hole and kissed his back and neck. I licked his ears. He was rolling around the bed with me on top. At one point he lifted us up a bit and backed into my cock. Lifting his legs up and his feet against my ass. I started pounding harder and got really close to cumming. He started to moan louder and his hole got wetter. He was cumming from an anal orgasm. My cock was gripped tight as he came. I couldn't hold back and I too shot my load deep inside him and was screaming in pleasure. As we came down off the orgasms, I slowly pumped in and out of his hole. We were talking a bit and laughing at the pleasure we just shared. I was thrusting in and out and got more on my knees and really started to pound his hole. I felt a second load working its way from the base of my balls. I pumped and thrust and tore up that ass. I really started pumping and fucking fast and hard. He responded to me then and again I felt his ass get wet and he started to scream and we both came a second time. He was gripping the bed spread and biting down on the pillow. I shot and shot deep inside his hole. It felt so fucking wonderful. I rolled off in a pool of sweat. We relaxed and chatted a bit. He wasn't done with me though. He started sucking my cock and I was stroking his back etc as he got me hard. He got on top of me and my cock slipped inside his hole. It felt so wet. I love that slick feeling and that sound it makes when its all wet and sloppy! He loves his nipples played with and I reached up to stroke them with my hands as he leaned over me going up and down my shaft. The action of rubbing his nipples had him rock hard and he really started to use my cock with his hole. I kept saying "fuck my dick with your cum hole. Use my cock for your pleasure." Without being able to control it he drew another load of cum out of my cock and into his hole. He grabbed his cock and with a few short strokes and unloaded the biggest load of cum all over my hairy stomach and chest! This time he rolled over exhausted and happy. He said he was done because once he came he usually can't do anything more for awhile. But my cock was hard and he was on his stomach an damn it, I couldn't help myself. I had to slide back inside and fuck that wet hole some more. He didn't protest. He took my cock and I was thrusting for all I was worth. My cock was in slut heaven and his ass took over. He was squeezing my cock trying to get more cum out of my balls. With a loud moan (which came from me) my cock fed his hole some more juices. I could hardly move after that big orgasm. I took a bit of time to recover and get dressed. We hugged and promised each other to do it again soon. Best damn 1 on 1 I have had with him. We usually fuck once or twice at a party and go different ways to find more ass/dick. It was fun to unload everything I had deep inside him this time. I know we will do it again soon!

I lay there feeling warm and wondering why it was about to happen again and I felt fingers on my pussy, my clit and then a warm tongue. He licked and tongue fucked me while rubbing my clit, I was moaning and thinking he is eating me out and he has to taste cum from last night and before I knew it I was cumming and I moaned and my pussy was flooded. He pulled off and I kept whimpering as he kissed his way up my stomach to my right Nip and sucked it and lightly bit it. I thought is he the one and while I was distracted his cock head pushed up in between my wet lips and slide in me and bottoms out I an make a deep moan and I felt really full. It did not seem like any of the three dicks I remember from last night but it was supper thick but not deep. He started to slowly pull out and then shove it back in and I felt his pubs against me and then slowly again and slammed it into be and this continued and then he started to go faster and I would loose my breath with each slam and then he would pull out. He stopped and held in me and pulled off my tit and kissed my neck and the worked up and kissed me on the lips again. He started to slip his tongue in me and we make out and he started deep fucking me and then while we were french kissing he gave a huge moan and bit my lip a little and shot his load into me. I almost came again but he pulled out and whispered that his time was up. There was a lamp on in the corner and I could see him get dressed in front of it. His body was really defined with huge pecks and a six pack. That thick dick of his was still rock hard and he put his clothes on and turned the lamp off and came back to the bed and whispered that he needed to go for now but he would be back a little later to put another load inside me. He could not see me but I know I had a look on my face like, really. Did he just say he would come back to put another load in me,, does he think that is what I want? Then the door opened and he traded spots with a shadow. Much taller than him and I thought, fuck is this David? I felt a hand rub up my leg and come to my used wet pussy and one finger slide in me and then two, now three fingers inside me. I started to moan and then he started finger fucking my cummy hole. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to my face and parted my lips with one hand and stuck them into my mouth and whispered clean them off. I have never done anything like that but I did what he said and Justin's cum tasted so good, sweet and thick. He pulled them out of my mouth and then slide them between my legs and into my wet pussy but this time with four fingers. It was really tight and he whispered open up slut. I thought, I am no slut. I have a boyfriend and I never asked for any of this. He finger fucked me more and before I new it with his for fingers in me I came hard for the second time. He again pulled them out and parted my lips with one hand and I thought fuck, he is not going to put them back in is he. He did just that, then whispered again but a bit louder and gruffer. Suck my fucking fingers slut and clean them off, I did what I was told and now he was being a little scary. Once I had sucked them clean he told me I was a good whore and then slapped my face with this long dick. It was no where as thick as Justin's but had to be 10-11" He again parted my lips and slide his cock in me. He was leaking precum and his cum did not taste like Justin's it was kinda strong and a bit sour. He then straddled me and began to fuck my mouth. I choked and gagged and after about five minutes he pulled out and did not say a word and then got between my legs and slide in, one long fast stroke and my insides felt like they were going to double over. He fucked me for about ten minutes and said that next time I better deep throat him and with that he spit on me and shoved his cock deep and I felt him pulsing and then he was done. He pulled out and said I was a better fuck the second time. Wow, so he had fucked me before. He had to be one of the four guys that I barely remember. It seemed to take him longer to get dressed. Maybe he wanted his big monster cock to go down. I was really glad it was over and thought hopefully I was done for the night. Then I realized why it was taking a long time, he was placing restraints on my ankles and wrist and heard a rope as my legs go pulled out and he rotated me around with another guy. Had someone been in there the entire time or did they slip in without me knowing? Suddenly my head was laying off the side of the bed and my legs were pulled forward toward my head so my pussy was fully exposed and my legs spread wide. The mean guys said that should work and he walked out and I could see the shadow of two guys walk in and thought where did the other guy go? Was this really how I was going to spend the rest of the night? I must have said that loud enough to be heard, I felt breath on my face and then lips against mine and a deep kiss and then a dick slipped into my wet pussy and began fucking me. He was not huge but he had a nice dick somewhat like my boyfriend. Shit I have a boyfriend and I am letting all these guys fuck and breed me. The guy kissing me tongued me and grabbed my nipple the left one and twisted it. It sent shock waves of pain through me and I must have tightened up my wet pussy and then I hard the guy fucking me grown and plant his cum in me. He kept his dick in me till he softened and then he slowly pulled out. I felt him rub his finger along my slit and shove into me. The guy kissing me broke his kiss and I took a deep breath as another dick slide into me. This one was rock yard and supper thick. He long dicked me and from what it seemed had to have nine inches. I started to cum and as I did the guy who had been kissing me slapped my tits and as I moaned and gasped she shoved his dick down my throat. I lost my breath and I could not think. He held it there for the longest time and then slowly pulled out and shove it back in and I caught a little air and he did that three to four more times and I passed out on his big dick. It must have been hours and I came to. I was not tied up or restrained but I was naked under a sheet and covers and but it looked like the same room. In walks Justin and he said rise and shine beautiful. You had a big night last night. I pulled the covers up and make sure I was covered. He laughed, I have seen all of you babe and there is no need to be shy. He had a tray with breakfast on it and said he had plans for us today. I thought what the hell is going on, did I hook up with Justine and the rest of this was a really wild dream? Did Justin even know I had a boyfriend. I looked at Justin and his beautiful eyes and melted and he said eat up and take a shower and we can get started on our day. It was Sunday morning and I should be in Church or anywhere but in Justin's bed OMG I have no idea who I am anymore.

Hey bud, sounds like we're totally alike - exhibitionist cock pigs. Oink! I love being video'd while getting fucked. Even better if it's a 3rd (or more...) person who can act as cameraman. Is a total turn-on for me and love rewatching me taking cocks afterwards. OINK!

Out With a Bang I was in a bind. The minor league hockey team I was playing for had just informed me they were sending me up to the next level. That meant a move from Los Angeles to Boston. Normally this kind of news would’ve made my day, but there was one thing in the way. A big thing. Two years ago I moved to LA straight out of college. I’d gone to school in Minnesota on a full hockey scholarship, but all the time growing up in Norman, Oklahoma, my real dream was to be an actor. A movie star, to be more precise. The next Brad Pitt or something. I’d done some plays in high school and college and even some local community theater, so I figured I’d give it a shot. I mean, it’s not like I wasn’t not good looking or anything. People always told me I had that ‘All American Boy Next Door Look.’ I’m 6’2, 175 pounds, with light brown hair and brown eyes, and having played sports all my life, I have a pretty decent body. But breaking into show business wasn’t as easy I as I thought it would be. I went on countless auditions and rarely ever got a call back. Sometimes I think the only reason I ever got in the door was because I’m as good looking as I am. Soon I got frustrated and disillusioned with the whole idea of show business, and decided to fall back on what I did best: play hockey. I tried out for – and made – the Los Angeles Lightning, a second level minor league team. It wasn’t the majors or anything, but hell, it was a paycheck and I was playing again. It also allowed me to keep going on auditions. That’s when I got what I thought was my ‘big break.’ I was leaving an audition one day, confident I wasn’t going to get the part, when this hot chick approached me. She said she worked for a production company that made specialty internet movies and said I had the ‘look’ they were going for and wondered if I would be interested. I wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘specialty internet movies’ and that was probably my first mistake. Even though I graduated from college, I was pretty naïve about the way the world worked. And I was probably too trusting, because it didn’t take much convincing for her to sell me on the idea. She explained the movies were mostly fetish stuff: short 15-30 minute videos where a good looking guy lets his girlfriend tie him up and tickle him, or a guy gets kidnapped by some hot babes. Cheesy shit like that. I told her that wasn’t the kind of actor I wanted to be, but she reminded me that a lot of people broke into films by doing lousy TV or commercials, and then she went on to name a bunch of people I admired and some of the shit jobs they started out doing. I finally agreed and within a few hours I was all signed up. So far I’ve made seven of these crappy movies. I’m glad they’re only available online because they’re terrible. In every one I’m chloroformed (fake) or drugged (again, fake) or somehow (yes, fake) knocked out by some hot chick and then tied up and tickled. I don’t mind the girls, but I’m ticklish and one time this chick I was filming with realized just how ticklish I was and wouldn’t untie me when the director called “cut.” She kept tickling me until I was panting and gasping and almost pissed my pants. I was hacked off but she and Terry (he’s the owner of the company as well as the director) and all the crew thought it was funny. Yeah, not so much for me though. But the biggest problem I have is they always strip me when I’m tied up. Just to my underwear, but even that’s bad enough. I guess I’m too modest or something. The first time it happened I objected, but Terry told me to grow up. ‘At least you don’t have to be naked,’ he’d said. ‘And besides, it’s only underwear.’ I also made the dumb mistake of wearing briefs the first time out. I switched to boxer briefs when I started high school, only wearing briefs to the gym or on a run or – as that day turned out to be – laundry day. But anyway, so there I was in nothing but my tight white briefs I’d bought at Walmart, with my hands tied over my head being tickled until I was practically hoarse. And then it got worse – because face it, it always gets worse – I boned up big time and it was embarrassing as fuck. For the rest of the day I had to put up with the crew calling me ‘boner boy’ and making cracks about my tented ‘tighty whities.’ After that first movie I made a point to always wear navy blue or black boxer briefs to the set. The first movie turned out to be a hit with the internet crowd. Terry offered me twice what I got for the first movie if I did a follow up and I said yes. Of course, what I didn’t know at the time was the majority of the fans were gay men. I had no idea what I was doing would have so much appeal to pervs. I agreed to a third movie and soon Terry talked me into signing a contract. And it’s that contract that was now holding up my new hockey career. Well, I’d just have to get out of the it. How hard could it be? I’d already made seven movies for them and that should be enough. Terry seemed pretty reasonable and I’m sure if I talked to him and explained my situation, it’d be no problem to get out of my contract. Boy, was I wrong! I decided to talk to Terry the day I was scheduled to shoot my next movie. I threw on a robe and went to his office. His door was open but he was on the phone. I knocked softly on the door jamb and he motioned me in, gesturing with his hand for me to take a seat. I sat down on the couch across from him and waited for him to finish his call. It wasn’t until he was off the phone that he told me he could see straight up my legs to my package. Shit, had he been checking me out the whole time? I knew he was gay, but he had a boyfriend so what was up with the roving eye? “What can I do for you, Colton?” he asked. “Look Terry,” I said, stammering a little. “I’m just going to be upfront about this. The Lightning are moving me up to the next level.” “That’s great,” he said, “but what does that have to do with anything here?” I sighed. “The new team is in Boston and they want me there next week.” “That’s going to tough,” he said. “You realize you signed a one-year contract and it’s only been four months so far.” “Yeah,” I said, “but I figure I’ve already made seven movies for you and today will be eight. That’s a lot. You’ve got other guys working for you, don’t you?” Terry nodded. “Yes, I do, but you’re our number one guy.” “I am?” I was surprised and, to be honest, a little flattered. “Yes, you are, but that’s not the issue here,” he said firmly. “You signed a contract and you’re legally bound to fulfill the terms of that contract. If you want to move Boston that’s your choice. I guess you can fly in for shoots.” “Yeah?” I asked. “You’d fly me in?” He laughed and shook his head. “No, you’d be responsible for your own airfare and lodging. This wasn’t going at all the way I’d expected. “Come on, Terry,” I pleaded. “I can’t afford that. Can’t you just let me out of my contract? Please? I’ve done everything you’ve asked even when it was humiliating as hell and I’ve never asked for anything.” “I think you’ve been paid fairly for your troubles,” Terry said, his voice sounded a bit clipped. “It’s not that,” I said, exasperated. “I just feel like a piece of meat sometimes. I didn’t know in the beginning what I was getting into and to be honest, I feel kind of dirty knowing there’s a bunch of fags out there getting off over it.” Terry sat up ramrod straight, took in a quick breath through his nose and pursed his lips. I cringed, figuring my use of the word ‘fags’ had taken it too far. But then he sighed and sat back. “Tell you what, Colton,” he said, and I was relieved he sounded so cool. “I’ll think about it. Why don’t you finish getting ready for the shoot, okay? I’ll make a few calls and let you know in a little while.” With that glimmer of hope I stood up to leave. Terry was picking up his phone to make a call when I left his office. “Close the door, please,” he requested. It was about forty-five minutes later when Terry walked up to me. “Good news,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “I talked to the producers and they’ve agreed to let you out of your contract after this movie.” “Really” I said. “You mean all I have to do is make this last movie and that’s it?” Terry nodded and I gave him a hug. “Thank you!” “But there’s a slight change,” he said as I released him. “Anything,” I said quickly, so happy. “What is it?” “Okay, you know in the opening scene when Pam knocks you out while you’re on the couch wearing those boxer briefs?” he said, and I nodded. “Well, you’re gonna be dressed instead. And then, after she knocks you out she’ll strip you and tie you up.” “Oh, okay. No problem. So I can get dressed, right?” “Not so fast,” Terry said. “Instead of what you’re wearing, I want you wearing white briefs.” My shoulders slumped. “Really? Tighty whities? Come on, Terry, they’re so fucking ga–” “Look Colton,” he said, interrupting me before I could stick my foot in it again, “you’re getting what you want. We’re releasing you from your contract almost eight months and sixteen movies early. I think this is the least you can do.” “You’re right,” I said. “I’m sorry.” “Okay. Let’s just forget about it,” he said. “I sent Paul out to pick up some briefs. We’ll start as soon as he gets back.” Now I was excited. A few more hours and I was done! Despite the money I got from doing these movies, they were pretty demeaning and I regretted ever signing that damn contract. Paul was back a few minutes later and handed me a three-pack of Tommy Hilfiger briefs. I took them and went back to my dressing room. I didn’t have breakfast so I stopped at the craft services table where – shit, I always forget his name – was setting out trays of pastries and sandwiches and stuff. “Hey, do you have any of that juice you had last time?” I asked, grabbing a sandwich and a napkin. “Yeah, but I haven’t brought it in yet,” he replied. “Give me two minutes and I’ll bring some to you in your dressing room.” “Thanks.” Once in my dressing room, I tossed the package of underwear onto one of the chairs and slumped onto the couch. Talk about a final humiliation. A few moments later there was a knock on the door and the craft services guy poked his head in. “Here’s your juice,” he said and handed me a big glass. I thanked him and took a drink before I opened the briefs and slipped on a pair. Hmmm… they were a lot softer than the ones I had and fit a helluva lot better, too. My dick is six inches or so when soft and I’ve got pretty big balls, but these briefs cupped them just right and made them feel snug and cozy. I checked myself out in the mirror and actually liked how they made my butt and package look. Nice. I shrugged and tossed the remaining two into my bag to take home. I finished dressing and then sat and waited for the call to go to the set, polishing off my sandwich and juice. I was texting my buddy when a production assistant knocked on the door and let me know they were ready. Normally I’m nervous before shooting, but I was feeling oddly calm as I walked onto the set. The way the scene was set up had me sitting on the couch watching TV while Pam snuck up behind me and knocked me out with chloroform. Terry always told me I ‘went out’ better than most people. Said I made it look authentic. That was probably the only thing I was proud of in doing these schlocky films. The set was basic: couch, coffee table, entertainment center, and bed. After Pam ragged me she would drag me to the bed, undress me and tie me up. “Okay, here’s the set up,” Terry explained. “You’ll be watching the game and you hear the door but you don’t turn to look. You just hold your empty glass up and ask Pam for another.” I noted the large tumbler on the coffee table as Terry continued. “Instead of a refill, she presses the cloth over your nose and mouth and… well, you know the drill.” I looked around but didn’t see Pam. “Where’s Pam?” I asked. “She had a phone call,” Paul explained. “She’s already been briefed about the new set up. She’ll be back in a minute.” I nodded and Terry asked if there were any questions. There weren’t any so he called for quiet on the set and told everybody to take their places. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, pleasantly surprised it was hooked up to cable, and tuned to ESPN. The Minnesota Wild were playing. Bonus! “And … Action!” All I had to do was sit and watch TV and as soon as the cloth was pressed to my face, struggle and pretend to pass out. No big deal. Since this was my last movie I’d make it look extra good and convincing. I picked up the glass to take a drink and noticed it was completely full. Why would the prop guy fill it all the way full when I’m supposed to be asking for a refill in about thirty seconds? What a fucking idiot. I sighed inwardly and began to drink it all down. I heard the door knob click and I quickly finished the juice. “Hey Pam,” I called out, my eyes not leaving the screen as Terry instructed, “get me a refill, will ya?” There was no response but I could hear footsteps approaching so I held the glass up for her to take, mentally counting down the seconds. One … two … Suddenly the cloth was clamped over my nose and mouth. What the – Something was different… wrong. The cloth stank and – oh fuck – was this real chloroform? I began to struggle. “Mmmpphh!!!!” I tried to twist away, but the hand pressed more tightly against my face. This couldn’t be Pam. I mean, she’s strong but this was definitely a man’s hand I was trying to pry off my face. What the hell?! I tried again to buck the guy off, but by now I’d gotten a good dose of the chloroform and was feeling a little light-headed. To make matters worse, another set of hands reached over the couch and grabbed my hands, restraining me. The hand holding the rag didn’t let up and I could feel myself getting weaker and more tired. Within a few seconds I was drifting out of consciousness. “Cut!” I vaguely heard. There was a pounding in my head, kind of like when you hold a seashell up to your ear, and I could barely move. “Is he still awake?” somebody asked as my eyelid was lifted. I tried to see who it was but I couldn’t focus. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. “Yes,” another voice said, “but he’s pretty out of it and will be for a few minutes. That should be enough time to get everything set up.” I felt my body being lifted and drag-walked from the couch to the bed, barely registering as two blue, diamond-shaped tablets were put in my mouth, a bottle of water held to my lips, and a hand stroked my throat, coaxing me to swallow the pills. Then I was eased onto my back. “What did you give him,” somebody – Kirk I think his name was – asked as he picked up the glass I’d dropped, sniffed it, and placed it back onto the coffee table. “G&T,” Terry replied and it sounded like he was smiling. “Ah,” Paul chuckled. “Gina and Tina: my two favorite ladies.” “Yeah, they’ll put him in the mood we want,” Terry further explained. “I made sure the juice he had in his dressing room was dosed with a little G just to chill him out. With what he just drank, he’s gonna be feeling really good in a few minutes, and in the movie he’ll look like a total team player–” “Yeah… catcher,” somebody else interjected and everybody began to laugh. I didn’t know what that meant and I didn’t know who Gina and Tina were. The only girl I’d seen today was Pam, and it looked like she was gone now. Somebody began to unbutton my shirt. I looked up and the guy winked at me. “How ya feeling?” I shrugged my shoulder and smiled. “Excellent,” he said. I noticed commotion behind him and watched as crew members brought in a padded bench and what looked like a saw horse. Then they began to set up a big contraption that reminded me of my sister’s canopy bed, except there were chains hanging from it and a black hammock-looking thing. My shirt was pushed back off my shoulders and slid off. Then I felt my belt being unbuckled. I should’ve been panicked, but I was feeling warm and shiny. And a little amped. “What’re you doing?” I slurred as the button on my pants was undone and my zipper was pulled down. I felt like I was floating… and suddenly it was no big deal at all. I was hauled to my feet and held up by strong hands on both sides as my pants fell to my ankles. I opened my eyes and saw Terry coming over. What was happening? I tried to talk but couldn’t make my mouth work. Terry was in front of me now. He reached out and gave my nuts a squeeze through my briefs. My dick twitched. The hell?! “Okay guys,” he said, “let’s get his pants off.” They laid me back down on the bed, took off my shoes and socks and then stripped my pants off. I was naked now except for my underwear. “Unhhh…” I moaned as hands began to roam over my body. I began to arch into the sensations. Fuck, I was flying! “Yeah, he’s feeling it now,” Terry said. I was pulled back to my feet and held in place once again by a couple of the guys. Terry came over and stood next to me. He clapped his hands. “Gentlemen, your attention please!” he called out. The crew gathered around and I struggled not to sway. Terry rested a hand on the small of my back and as he began to speak he dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my briefs and I felt his index finger trace the crack of my ass. “As you may have heard,” he announced, “Colton here is moving on to bigger and better things and this will be his last movie with us. You can see there’s been a bit of a change to the script, and we’ve changed the title as well. The new title is ‘Out With a Bang’ and I think it will be his best one yet.” There was a burst of laughter and then he continued. “Now don’t worry, you’ll all get your turn, so be patient.” He reached down and started stroking me through my briefs. I felt myself getting hard and I wanted to be shocked, but instead I groaned my pleasure.“Let’s get his underwear off and the cameras rolling, okay?”Somebody grabbed my face and shoved a cock deep in my mouth. More hands roamed all over my body and I started to feel really tingly. Something was I was carried back to the bed and watched as my briefs were tugged down, staring in fascination as my now fully erect dick bobbed up and then slapped my stomach. What the fuck? Why was I so hard? I was eased down onto my back. I was stark naked and spread eagle when a set of lips began to play with and nibble my nipples while a hand grabbed my cock and started to jerk on it. I moaned as another began to tug on my nuts. very wrong because no way in fuck would I ever feel this good about dudes touching me! I was lifted off the bed and brought to one of the padded wooden benches. I was tied in a way that had me down on all fours, but left my dick, ass and upper body exposed. Somebody got down under me and began to suck my cock. I tried to cry out again, but somebody yanked on my hair and another dick slipped between my lips and suddenly I was being face-fucked. I could hear voices all around me, but they seemed to all blend into one. Two small brown bottles were put up to my nostrils and I was forced to inhale from them. It felt like fireworks were going off in my head and my body began to vibrate with excitement. “Unnnnhhh…” I moaned, my voice still muffled by the dick in my mouth. My head was spinning round and round. I was given several more hits from those little bottles before they were taken away. The dick in my mouth slid out, only to be replaced by another, and the face-fucking started all over. The first guy hadn’t come, thank God, but the second guy did, almost immediately, and I found myself forced to swallow. The first guy was still there and he was furiously jerking off as he watched me being skull-fucked. Suddenly he yelped and shot his load all over my face! The cock in my mouth pulled out and yet another one took its place. There seemed to be a never-ending supply of dick filling my mouth. If cum wasn’t being shot down my throat it was being sprayed across my face or onto my body. Soon I was covered in cum, my own as well as others’. It was in my hair, up my nose, and in my ears. It was rubbed all over my body, smeared across my face, and even into my ass crack. Hand after hand pumped away at my dick, which was so hard. A finger coated with some kind of lubricant jabbed at my asshole and I squirmed in pain. Then a second finger joined it and began to stretch and pull. I don’t know how long they spent prepping me because whatever was in the brown bottles they kept shoving under my nose had me in a daze. The dick in my mouth suddenly slipped out and I turned my head to see Terry kneeling next to me. He was tying some kind of rubber tubing to my bicep like a tourniquet and then held up a syringe. He flicked it twice and injected it into my arm. I immediately began to cough and sputter and when the wheezing fit passed, I felt hands on my hips and something thick and blunt against my entrance. Oh my God… My hole was wet and slick and the dick thrust its way in. “Oh fuck!” I cried out as it pushed past the ring of muscle and I felt balls slap against my ass. It felt fucking fantastic! I wanted to cry out again, but a dick shoved its way into my mouth and all I could do was moan and take it. They fucked me and used me like they owned me. Then Terry took his turn, making sure to take his time. His cock raked over something inside me that made me quiver and moan and my already hard dick felt like it could cut glass. He laughed and kept aiming at the spot. He called me all kinds degrading names, and the rest of the guys, lined up and waited their turn, laughed and joined in on the name-calling. Terry pulled out and a moment later slid his finger back in. I felt a burning sensation and then – holy shit – I wanted to be fucked even more! I wiggled my ass and Terry smacked it – hard – before pushing back in with a vengeance. The fucking started all over again. In and out, in and out, in and out. It was nonstop for I don’t know how long. It seemed like every stroke was hitting that magic button inside of me and I couldn’t help but moan because it was feeling so fucking good now. I felt like some kind of cheap whore but I didn’t want it to stop! It felt so good to be fucked and I wanted more. I might have passed out a couple of times, but Terry made sure to keep me coherent. At one point he shot me up with the syringe again. By that time though, I’d lost track of how many cocks I’d taken in my ass and down my throat. The last thing I remember was Terry standing in front of me holding a white cloth. He covered my nose and mouth with it and held it in place until everything went black. I woke up in my own bed. I don’t know how much time had passed or how I’d gotten there. My head throbbed, my ass hurt, and my jaw felt like it was out of joint. I was covered in cum and wearing just the briefs I’d been given for the shoot. I crawled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I almost didn’t recognize myself in the mirror! My hair was all spiked up with what I assumed was dried cum and there was still more on me – not yet dried – that glistened on my face, neck, chest… shit, even under my armpits! I felt sticky and tacky all over. And my neck was covered in hickeys. I dropped to my knees and hurled into my toilet. My ass burned and I gingerly slid the briefs down. What the fuck? As I pulled the briefs away, grossed out at much cum was in them, I stared in shock. My pubes were gone. They shaved my crotch? What the holy fuck?! I staggered into the shower and turned the taps on full blast, letting the hot water wash all the jizz off me. I stood there until the water went cold before finally turning it off. I dried off, careful to avoid my dick, nuts, pecs and ass, because they were all red and sensitive. I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way slowly into the living room. There was a manila envelope next to my phone, wallet and keys on the coffee table. My name was scrawled across it. Inside was a DVD and a note. I unfolded the paper. ‘Colton – True to my word, I’ve torn up your contract. The DVD is a rough cut of your last movie. I think it’s some of your best work to date. If your hockey career doesn’t work out, there’s always a place here for you. The movie is only for a select few. However, I’ll release it to the public if you do anything stupid like go to the cops. Then, not only will it be uploaded to the internet, but I’ll send it to every team in the league as well as your family, friends and every contact in you phone.’ I picked up my phone. There were a couple of missed calls and a bunch of text messages from a number I didn’t recognize. I opened the first one: it was a clip of me begging to be fucked. I closed it in horror and opened the next: me being fucked in the mouth and ass. Shit. I was so screwed.

It's nice that Mr.Jackson is giving my brother and I a job skill of making Meth as his product Blue Tea is very high grade and pure. Mr.Jackson read about Frank Lucas product Blue Majic and what he did for heroin and how his sales took off and took over the market. We work about 6-8 hours a day and Mr.Jackson sells only to dealers who will not cut his product Blue Tea as every bag we make is stamped Blue Tea on it. We found out about what all the cameras are for in the room my brother and I fuck in, as its another part of Mr.Jacksom other business of live shows of boys fucking and doing other things that we learned later about. We are kept in chastity all the time unless we are fucking and we both have tattoos on our bodies. Right over our dicks in big blocks letters is POZ and the same above the crack of our ass with a Bio Hazard tattoo around our right nipple, then we were given a Prince Albert piercing for the head of our dicks as it helps tear up holes for POZZING. Mr.Jackson gives us the truck as he trust us now plus here we get all the Tina we could ever want, we are living together as we both are so happy to have Mr.Jackson take such good care of us. The delivery is to a bathhouse and we drop off the supplies and we get a call from Mr.Jackson for us to stay there and have some fun as he put the key to our chastity device in the glove compartment. The owner of the bathhouse says you boys get in free as I'm texting out now we have 2 hot boys here who are POZ with raging hard dicks, he is surely right about hard and with lots of toxic cum in us that has to be put to good use. It does not take long before the chasers come in and we are overwhelmed by the demand so we each pick out one and start. I pick the guy with the swimmer body about 5ft. 9 145LBS. and the bubble ass that's maybe in his late 20s. He is all over me and is begging for me to POZ him as he hands me a toothbrush and I'm a little lost why you need a toothbrush for this till he explains it to me and says is this my first doing this, I tell him it is. Now I know what it is for I go to work put some (Majic Tea Lube another product from Mr.Jacksom) I know from his reaction his hole is burning and he is enjoying it as the more I work the brush for a while and it goes from a very lite pink to a dark red so I know he is ready and so am I. My dick slips right in even with the P.A. on as this guy has a Man Cunt as I ask him one last time does he want my toxic load into him and he shouts YES and put it in as deep as you can, it does not take me long before I feel my dick pumping out a massive toxic load as the pressure is forcing my cum to leak out. When I pull out you hear PLOP as I see a gaped Man Cunt flooded with my cum as he hands me a butt plug for me to put in. He then turns and cleans my dick as we lay there while his body soaks up my toxic cum, I dump 3 more loads into him before I left. My brother did the same to the guy he fucked and we both left very happy and before we left the bathhouse owner said to us there is a package in the back of the truck for Mr.Jackson when we get to the truck we open the back and see a boy all tied up with a gage in his mouth. Let me know what you think and if you want more. Thank you to thous of you who make comments.

I returned from work Wednesday evening and got dinner ready. Alex brought wine, and we chatted while I cooked. As you have likely already realized, she is also a member of this site, since we collaborated on writing about the blindfold gang bangs. She was both surprised and intrigued to learn about the hiv fetish stuff, which she had never heard of. Bugchasing and the fetishization of HIV just isn't a thing in straight and female bi and lesbian circles, so it took her a while to wrap her head around it. I was still pretty shocked when she mentioned that she wanted to do some infection role-play. 'I don't want you to tell anyone that I am poz.' She said, 'I may want to do some kinky pozzing or rape play.' I was stunned. 'Hey, sometimes role play is really hot for people who have been victims! Half the reason I like rape-play is because I've been assaulted. One of the reasons I like age-play is because I started young, and sometimes I like to have a mental do-over.' She paused to sip her wine, looking at me over the rim of her glass. 'Comments?' 'Honestly, it freaks me out. Both because the idea of fetishizing a disease which kills millions of people is disturbing, and partly because I sort of get it.' I paused, because what came next was difficult to say, 'Sometimes I find myself wanting you to infect me. It's some sort of weird bonding thing, I think, that would somehow tie you to me. And it makes me uncomfortable.' She nodded. 'I get that. It's one of the reasons I want to play with the subject. It's also one of the reasons I am glad I'm undetectable and that you're on PrEP, because I don't want you to do something silly and impulsive. HIV is not a license to debauchery like the guys on breeding.zone sometimes think. It's got a lot of downsides to go along with at least not needing to worry about getting HIV anymore.' It was difficult, but being GGG for this girl has become my guiding principle. I have dedicated myself to not repeating the selfishness and the concealments that doomed my last relationship, but this was a stretch. I drew a deep breath, exhaled and: 'If this is what you want, I am going to do everything I can to help it out. Just trust me to use my safe word if I can't handle it, and otherwise please be my absolute owner from the instant Black and Silver start to dominate me, Okay?', I pause, 'I trust you. Completely. With my life, in fact. If you told me to let you infect me, I would do it here and now' She put down her wine, and came to hold me. not sexually, just in my arms and pressed against me. I had no regrets of what I just said. I was no longer worried, but eager to find out what it will be like to surrender, for the first time, to someone I actually love. I went back to cooking. Alex set the table, found some music, eventually the buzzer went and I went down to let them in. Silver commented that he had dated a woman who lived in this same building more than 40 years ago They came in, both having come from work. Mr Black from the hospital (he's a nurse) and Mr Silver from his corner office in a mid sized oil company. I introduced them to Alex, and actually caught Mr Silver licking his lips, which amused me. Both men are Bi, though Mr Black rarely fucks women (my ex wife a notable exception) Mr Silver, though, is married to a rather beautiful woman. It was pleasing, though not unexpected, to see his instant and naked desire for Alex. It was also returned in kind, as Alex seemed to be finding that perhaps a 69yr old man can be pretty sexy after all! She also appreciated Mr Black, though his response to her was harder to gauge. 'I see what you mean by 'alpha tops'', she said with a grin, 'These are some very attractive, and extremely *manly* men. I suspect I am going to learn a thing or two on saturday!' The pasta was ready, I plated up. Spaghetti Puttanesca, it was irresistibly appropriate. Silver laughed immediately, getting the culinary joke. For those who don't understand, the name of the dish literally means 'Whore's spaghetti'. I poured out wine, we sat. I'm a good cook, and our guests are polite gentlemen, who are also probably a little surprised to learn their slutty bottom cumdump is a skilled cook. They complimented me on the food, and in Silvers case, he mentioned that he recently had the same dish at one of Van's best restaurants, and this would stand with theirs. I'm flattered, since there is no way Silver would dream of saying it unless it were true. A short discussion of good restaurants ensued, We finished our meal, headed to the couch to chat. I'm not going to recount the dialogue. Suffice to say the main issue was that, while all three were going to be topping me (along with others, almost certainly), that Alex was the one in charge. Her will was law. I commented that I trusted both men absolutely in terms of controlling my drug intake, and in keeping me from being physically injured. Black brought up the elephant in the room, asking Alex about safer sex. 'Your boy here, he's on PrEP, and the rest of it is curable. What about you, girl?' 'Well, my fantasies involve bareback and risky sex, and pregnancy and maybe even some infection talk, so I'm planning to gamble this time. It's probably not smart, but that's my decision.' 'You know a lot of the guys at the baths are poz?' 'Yes, and I know that the undetectable ones are pretty safe' 'Sure, but guys lie. Chances are you will be fine, but you should know the risks.' Silver broke in 'I've arranged a few guys, all of them are undetectable.' Alex nodded, we changed the subject. We discussed how Alex would present in the baths to avoid freaking out the gay-boys, And Black said he had arranged to take Alex to meet a Trans woman friend of his, Alex was excited by the idea, and they set up a date for the next evening. The rest of the evening was devoted to limits and safe words and drug preferences. Alex mentioned how much she looked forward to seeing me get slammed, and that she might want to try it herself. Eventually we said our goodnights, cleaned the kitchen, and off to bed for a quick shag and sleep. Already I was as excited as a kid waiting for Christmas.

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 16 (Teachers’ Pet) The email read: Crossroad’s Motel. Tomorrow night 7pm. I’ll be home late. The Crossroad’s Motel was a sketchy hotel on the edge of town that charged in 3 hour time slots. I did my best to rest my aching ass for the next 36 hours, and then around 5pm the next day, I cleaned out my money-maker, threw on a jock, and headed for the hotel. I gave the clerk my name and she tossed me a key, clicking her tongue and shaking her head. It was 6:45 when I walked into the hotel room, I almost fell over from the shock. Standing and sitting around in various stages of nudity were 7 of my teachers from the past 12 years of my life. Before I had time to process this, I was being grabbed and the door was shut and locked behind me. I felt powerful hands rip my shirt down my back as another pair of hands roughly unbuttoned my fly and tore my fly to shreds. A mouth clamped over my mouth. It was Mr. Thomas, my third grade teacher. His tongue swirled in my mouth as I looked into his eyes and he placed my hand on one of his flabby tits, prompting me to play with his hairy nipple. He took me roughly by my face and turned my head to the left where a wad of spit splattered across my cheek. It dripped into my mouth as I recognized Mr. Jacobs, my middle school P.E. teacher wiping his mouth from the saliva he had just showered me with. In contrast to Mr. Thomas’ pot belly, saggy chest, and jowly face, Mr. Jacobs was still broad with muscle and chiseled abs heaving in and out as his handsome face sneered at me saying, “You were such a fucking tease in 8th grade, you little cunt. I’m so pissed that I wasn’t the first one in those holes when I know you wanted them back then.” I looked down to Mr. Jacobs’ 7.5 inch cock standing at attention, thick with veins. He jerked his meat a bit and slapped me in the face as I felt a tongue lunge into my ass. I instinctively bent over and was force fed a nice fat 7-incher that belonged to Mr. Holden, my high school Spanish teacher. He was tall and lean, in his 30s, and his precum poured into my mouth. One of my hands was placed on Mr. Thomas’ cock, which was enormous…much bigger than I had ever though this toad-ish man would be packing. It was fat and uncut, measuring in at probably 10 inches. Mr. Jacobs took the place of the tongue, spitting on my hole and his dick, and slid himself into my fuckhole. I squealed on the thick cock in my mouth as Mr. Jacobs started sawing into me. I could feel his juices dripping down my nut sack and onto my jeans, which were just barely half way down my thighs. The teacher that had been eating my ass came into view. It was Mr. Sawyer, my elementary school principal, stroking a nice 8 inch piece that he proceeded to push into my mouth next to Mr. Holden’s dick. I gagged and slurped on both cocks as I squeezed Mr. Jacobs’ cock with my pussy. “Suck those cocks, you piece of shit,” Mr. Holden snarled. “Fuck yeah, take all that dick,” Mr. Jacobs said and spit on my back. This provoked two or three of the other teachers to spit on my back and in my hair. Mr. Jacobs reached up and rubbed it into my skin and scalp. Abrubtly, Mr. Jacobs pulled out of me, and I was flipped onto my back on the bed. With my ripped jeans still tangled around my legs, Mr. Lyell – my pre-Calculus teacher – held my ankles while Mr. Thomas (3rd grade teacher) pushed his supersized cock into me, his stomach flopping over my tiny dick. Meanwhile, Mr. Jacobs (middle school P.E. teacher) stuffed his dirty cock into my mouth saying, “Suck your ass off my dick, boy. It’s your juice, get it off my dick.” My eyes darted to the right to see Mr. Garth – my kindergarten teacher – and Mr. Middleman – my Sunday school teacher – watching me get reamed and jerking some pretty big cocks of their own. Mr. Garth was ancient with a distended belly, sunken cheeks, and a 8.5 inch uncut cock, leaking a string of precum through the foreskin. Mr. Middleman was a fit guy in his 50s, still wearing a wife beater T-shirt over his muscular chest and flat stomach, stroking a 7-inch beer can cock with some of the biggest low hangers I had ever seen. The huge dick inside of me trenched out my guts again and again making my boy cunt spasm and convulse in an orgasm. I felt my jeans pulled the rest of the way off of my legs by somebody leaving me only in my jock and one sock. “I heard you came just like a bitch,” Mr. Thomas (3rd grade teacher) laughed at me. “Yes sir,” I garbled through Mr. Jacobs’ cock. “My turn,” Mr. Thomas said and I felt a wave of semen flood my insides. I moaned and came again, letting Mr. Jacobs’ cock flop out of my mouth as I wrapped my legs around Mr. Thomas trying to milk every drop of sperm from his expanding meat. His fat belly rolled and slapped over my tight body as he collapsed on top of me, spent. With a firm slap to my face, Mr. Thomas pulled out of me with a sticky plop. My gaping hole was filled by Mr. Garth immediately. He must have been 70, easily and as I felt his 8.5 inches hit my colon, he clamped his mouth over mine. “Who woulda’ thought when I was teaching you ABC’s that I’d be fucking your pretty pink hole raw one day?” he murmured in my ear. He began a series of strokes into my cunt where he pull all the way up and crawl quickly up to my face to shove it in my mouth and then go back to a full stroke into my hole. My insides were in constant shock with each sudden stab, and my mouth was flooded with varying strong tastes of ass juice and cum depending on how much got trapped under his foreskin with each thrust. Suddenly, on one of his thrusts, he stayed inside of me. He groaned and his hand grabbed my hair violently, pulling my head back. His mouth just over mine, he said, “Fuck, your little boy insides are making my old cock cum hard. Take my dirty seed, cunt boy. You deserve my old man spunk.” And with that he clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me deep. I felt his dentures move against my tongue and my ass came as he poured his poz spunk into my boyhole. “Let’s really stretch the slut,” Mr. Jacobs (middle school P.E. teacher) bellowed and he pulled me off of the enormous cock, flipped me over, and before I knew I was riding his 7.5 inches, the drastic curve up stabbing me right in my prostate. Without missing a beat, Mr. Sawyer (elementary principal) saddled up behind me and pushed his 8 inches in next to Mr. Jacobs. I howled and thrashed, only to be muted by Mr. Middleman (Sunday school teacher) taking me by the jaw and placing his beer can in my throat. As I was DP’d, Mr. Middleman brutally face fucked me, his huge balls slapping my chin noisily. They were so big that they would swing up and slap my cheeks sometimes. I drooled, coughed, and choked on his delicious cock, feeling his amazing balls gradually tighten. He just kept a hold of my hair, calmly talking to me, “That’s it, you fuck hole, take all that cock. You have to make up for the fact that you have a tiny dick instead of a pussy. You should have a pussy, that was just a mistake. You don’t need a dick, you need more holes. Open that throat, take my monster, make me cum. Come on, fuck toy, be a good cum bucket, be a good receptacle for semen, you little piece of bitch. Cunt out on those cocks.” I moaned and whimpered, my ass pulsing and cumming every few minutes. Mr. Middleman tapped Mr. Sawyer on the shoulder. Mr. Sawyer immediately understood and pulled out of me. Mr. Middleman jumped into his place and the beer can ripped my asshole as it pushed in next to Mr. Jacobs. I screamed out as Mr. Middleman pummeled my overstretched boy pussy like an animal with a need to breed. He reached around and pinched my nipples hard grunting, “You’re a fucking cunt, you’re such a fucking cunt, are you a fucking cunt?” “Yes,” I breathed out, in tears. “Are you a fucking cunt?!?!?” “Yes!” I cried. “ARE YOU A FUCKING CUNT???” “Yes, God, yes!!!” I pleaded. “ARE YOU?????” “I’M A FUCKING CUNT! I’M YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” I screamed almost ready to pass out from the violent fucking I was getting, my hole torn and stretched without regard. Mr. Middleman shook and grunted, pulling my head back by my hair and going back and forth between slapping my ass and slapping the side of my head as he shot forcefully into my guts. I yelped and cried as he used my hole as nothing more than a place to put his spunk. As his orgasm subsided, he continued to fuck into me until he went soft and my ass squeezed him out. He stood up and put his sloppy, but still fucking big, dick into my mouth which I greedily sapped for its ass and dick juice. I could feel Mr. Middleman’s jizz leaking out over Mr. Jacobs rock-hard cock as it continued to fuck into me with its steady rhythm. Mr. Jacobs powerful hands took me by the legs and spun me around face away from him. His curved dick hitting me in a new spot, me whimpering at the new angle. My legs were hoisted up and Mr. Lyell (pre-calculus) slid his long 9 inches into me, reaching past Mr. Jacobs and making me ass-cum immediately. I bucked and thrashed but Mr. Jacobs held me steady. As the two men fucked into my backside, Mr. Sawyer, put his cock into my mouth still slick with my cunt juice. I sucked Mr. Sawyer’s dick like a pacifier and tried to enjoy the fucking I was getting. I felt like my cunt was going to fall off, but I grunted and tried to be a good whore. Mr. Jacobs started egging Mr. Lyell on, “Yeah, feel those pink walls? I told you there’s nothing like a raw boy pussy. Come on, Mike, let’s cum together. Just think about this little bitch half your age taking your nut. Yeah, there’s nothing he wants more than your nut right now. Just think about the fact that you’re in him and own him right now, nothing between you, skin-to-skin. Your thick load is going to be with him forever, come on, cum with me.” “I’m close. I’m gonna’ blow, man!” Mr. Lyell spat into my face even though he was addressing Mr. Jacobs. “Let’s do it. Let’s knock this faggot up!” Mr. Jacobs yelled. I felt Mr. Jacobs swell first and I breathed in with a gasp, but immediately after, Mr. Lyell’s cock got much much thicker and I thought my stomach was going to burst. Both of them let loose, spurts of cum volleying in different rhythms from each cock, hitting my sensitive innards. I was wracked with pain and pleasure as these already-large cocks got even bigger, trying to impregnate me in what I knew was a futile effort but what felt like they had definitely found my womb and it was being fertilized. Both men’s muscled relaxed and their breathing got more steady and their cocks jerked and pulsed with tiny waves of left over need. Mr. Jacobs tapped my ass twice and I pulled myself off of his semi-erect cock. My hips were immediately grabbed and I was brought up onto all fours, Mr. Holden (Spanish teacher) pushing his fat 7-incher into my sloppy butt hole. Right away, he began taunting, “You a bitch? You a bitch?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Act like a bitch then. Bark for me. Bark like a bitch, bitch,” he jeered. I did as I was told and started to bark and yelp like a dog. All the teachers started to laugh at me so I stopped. “Don’t you stop, bitch,” Mr. Holden said, “You a bitch, you act like one. Bitches don’t care if they get laughed at, come on.” So I started barking again and fucking back onto his cock while the other teachers laughed at me and spit on me. Soon, Mr. Holden’s fucking got harder and harder. He grabbed my hips and plunged in as far as he could go. I winced but he yelled, “Bark, bitch, bark for me!” And I began barking like an over-excited Chihuahua as he emptied his balls deep in my bowels. He stayed there, his dick just shooting into the deepest parts of my ass, his hips married to my ass cheeks until he was totally done. Then he mutter, “You filthy cunt, barking like a dog. So fucking pathetic,” and pushed my ass off of his dick. I turned around to clean his cock off, but he held it out of my reach. “You want this, bitch?” he asked. “Yes, sir. I want to taste it,” I begged. “Then be a bitch and piss yourself right now.” “But sir…” I started. “Fuck you, bitch boy. You wanna’ eat your cunt and my cum off this cock, you piss yourself right now like a bitch,” Mr. Holden demanded. I looked into his eyes and knew I didn’t have long to decide so I laid back and focused on peeing. I felt the urine travel down my dick and I soaked my jock strap with it. It trickled down my balls and into my ass crack. The teachers all laughed and teased me, but Mr. Holden shoved his dirty dick into my mouth and I got what I wanted – to taste my ass and all those different loads on his dick. “Now make yourself cum,” he ordered. I moaned in question and looked up at him. “Take your tiny dick out of your jock and jerk it off with my dick in your mouth. You only have like 30 seconds or I take my dick back,” Mr. Holden instructed. I immediately took out my 4-incher and jerked it madly as I sucked the sludge off of Mr. Holden’s cock. The teachers were all laughing and commenting on how small I was, how much like a clit it was, how it was the same size in kindergarten or 3rd grade. I shot off my small load within a minute, which Mr. Sawyer scooped up, rubbed over his dick, and slid into my hole with me on my side still sucking Mr. Holden’s cock. Mr. Sawyer’s big 8 inches felt amazing right now and I cooed and mewed around Mr. Holden’s dick as Mr. Sawyer gave me a nice hard fucking. He played with my nips and fish-hooked my cheek as he enjoyed my cummy hole. Within 5 minutes, he was filling me with my 7th load of the night. I collapsed on the bed exhausted, but was soon scooped up by Mr. Jacobs, carried to the bathroom, and dropped in the tub. I started to get to my knees, but Mr. Holden said, “Just lie there, bitch, like the cunt slut you are.” So I laid in the tub. Mr. Jacobs added, “And keep your mouth open.” I opened my mouth just in time to feel the first stream of piss hit my face. I don’t know whose it was but pretty soon there were multiple streams of urine covering my body, flooding my mouth and nose, and drenching my hair. All 7 men emptied their bladders, pissing up and down my smooth hairless body and into my face and mouth. I sputtered a bit, but just enjoyed the warm nasty bath and drink I was receiving, reveling in what a whore I was. These men had enjoyed my body, degraded me, and gave me their seed. They planted their babies inside of me and now they were dismissing me by peeing on me. One by one, they finished and walked out of the bathroom or stayed to watch the others finish. Finally, the bathroom was empty and I had a small puddle of piss around my urine-soaked body. I heard the door open and close, open and close, open and close...until I knew that they had all left. Left with me drenched in their semen and piss. Fuck, why did I love this so much. Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 17 (All’s Well That Ends Well) About a week after the Teachers’ Gangbang, I got really sick. So sick. I knew what it was, I had been waiting long enough for it. On the 2nd day of feeling like shit, my father said, “Finally!” He abruptly said he was heading away for the weekend. I thought I was going to die, I was so sick and there was no one to take care of me. I didn’t know what to do so I texted The Beast: Hi Joe, it’s fuckhole. Please don’t get mad that I’m texting you, but I don’t know who else to turn to. I came down with the fuck flu and my dad left town for the weekend. I can’t even stand up to get any food or medicine. Even if you just got me something to help me sleep and some food that you left in my room, I would really appreciate. I’m so sorry to ask, but I didn’t know anyone else that would understand. In less than a minute, he texted back: Be there in 30 minutes, boy. I kind of floated in and out of sleep until I felt a strong hand on my forehead. My eyes half opened and I saw The Beast standing above me turning on a digital thermometer. He smiled, “If you didn’t look so pathetic, I’d put this someplace else.” I kind of grinned, but was too exhausted to laugh. He put the thermometer in my mouth. I floated out again, but was woken up by the beep of the thermometer. Joe looked at it and said, “Not too bad.” He gave me some medicine to alleviate some of the symptoms and made me some soup, which he fed me because I was too shaky not to spill it. After I finished the soup, I said weakly, “Thanks for coming over. I know you didn’t have to. I’m sure you have other things you could be doing on a Friday night. It’s early yet, you can still go have some fun.” The Beast gave a little laugh and said, “I’m not going anywhere, douche bag. This part sucks.” I looked up at this stunning man and said, “Thank…” but I fell asleep before I finished my appreciation. I woke up again to The Beast spooning me from behind. He was naked and erect. I started to stir a little but he simply said, “Shhhhhhh.” He pulled my underwear aside and nudged his lubed cock against my hole. “Just relax and enjoy it,” he said. I was so weak that my asshole gave no resistance as he pushed his thick tool into me. It stretched and hurt, but The Beast was gentle and only fucked to my second ring, but not past. With steady, slow strokes he massaged my insides with his hard cock. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned, in a daze. With little more than a grunt and some easy moaning, Joe unloaded inside of me, fucked it a bit deeper into my cunt, and then said, “I’m gonna’ make you some more soup,” before pulling out of me and leaving the room. Joe took care of me all weekend, making me food, giving me medicine, and changing my sheets when I sweated them through. He would fuck me from time-to-time when he needed to cum, but always more gently than he ever fucked me before or would ever fuck me again. When I woke up Monday morning, he was gone. He had left a note though that said: No thanks necessary. You’ll be fine. No further contact is needed. Joe. I cried for about an hour. I was so thankful for what he had done for me, but the fact that he never wanted to hear from me again, tore me apart. My father got back later that day and started pimping me out to clients immediately. He showed me more and more disdain as time went on. About a month later, I officially tested positive, but my father made no move to start me on meds. Every time I asked, he would tell me to “shut the fuck up” and “you make more money this way.” He insisted that when it was really necessary, we would put me on meds, but until then my toxic cunt was worth more to him. One day, I checked my email account and it said: Kinky dentist wants to fuck in his office. 7pm today. 456 West Elm Street. Suite 506. I went there just like I would any other client. It was after hours and Dr. Hilton answered the door. He was a man in his 60s with a pointy chin and nose, bushy eyebrows, and a somewhat pinched face. He was taller than me and thicket than me, but not fat. Without saying a word, he brought me into his office. He turned me so I was facing away from him and undid my pants, dropping my pants and underwear to my knees. He bent me over and undid his fly. I felt his thick head at my hole. Gob after gob of spit fell from his mouth onto his cock and my ass. He rubbed it over his head and pushed into me. I grunted and tried to open my hole for him. He eased into me until he was totally inside. He was big, not the biggest, but big. His cock thickened at the base so every stroke stretched me at the end. Dr. Hilton fucked me harder and harder, me hanging on to the chair and trying to meet his thrusts. Finally, he grabbed one of my hips and one of my shoulders, and slammed into me 6 times, releasing a shot of cum with each final stab. He quickly pulled his cock from my ass, put it back in his pants and zipped up. I thought I was done, but he pulled my pants up and threw me in the chair. He tilted the chair back. I thought he was going to face fuck me from behind the chair which I thought would have been hot, but instead I felt restraints slap over my wrists. Well, my dad DID say that he was kinky. It took no more time than that thought for Dr. Hilton to slap a restraint around my ankles too. I looked at him with big saucer eyes, and he spoke for the first time, “Your father wants your teeth removed.” “What???” I squeaked. “He can get more money if your teeth are removable. So I’m doing him a favor. I got that freebie in exchange for removing all your teeth. So let’s get started. I have dinner plans at 9.” “Please, please, whatever he told you, I’m not game. I don’t want this,” I pleaded. “It’s not your choice. You’re his cunt to whore out. That’s clear from the websites.” Dr. Hilton said coldly. “This has got to be illegal!” I shouted. “So is accepting money for sex,” he responded. “This is so fucked up!” my eyes followed him around as he gathered his tools. “The teeth I’ll make you will be just as nice if not nicer, Matt. After you recover from the initial extractions, you really won’t mind. Just imagine, you can take out your false teeth and have nothing but soft pink gums to suck those big dicks with.” “I do just fine with the teeth. You should have let me blown you. You’d have seen. I never get complaints about teeth,” I made my case. “Sorry, kid, I promised your Dad. It’s not about whether or not you nick some dick with a tooth. It’s about the fact that guys get off on you being such a whore that your teeth have been removed so your mouth is nothing but a fuck hole. You get it. I don’t have to explain it to you.” “Please, please, please…I’m begging you,” I looked into his eyes as he came toward me with the gas mask. “It’s already done, son. Just try to relax.” Tears streamed down my face as the mask was clamped over my mouth and nose. I looked up into his steely green eyes, begging. “It’ll all be done before you know it. Let the gas do it’s job.” I whimpered, resigned to my fate when I heard a loud crack from the lobby. “What the—“ Dr. Hilton said, but before he could finish his thought, the office door flew open and there was The Beast. The gas was starting to make me fuzzy so I thought I was hallucinating. “Get the fuck off him!” Joe said. “Who the fuck are you?” Dr. Hilton asked. “If you don’t take that mask off him, I will beat you fucking senseless and then call the cops,” The Beast said. “It’s taking everything in my power to not punch you right in your ugly fucking face right now so fucking DO IT!!!” Scared, Dr. Hilton took the mask off my face. Joe pushed him into the tray of tools and unfastened the restraints. Too weak to walk, The Beast threw one of my arms around his shoulder and helped me out of the office. I started to regain some sense of reality as we passed the splintered lobby door and proceeded to the elevator. Well, it wasn’t until later that night that I found out my father had been bragging to Joe about what he was planning on doing. Joe kicked my father’s ass until my dad told him the address. Joe told him to never come near me again. That’s when he came to get me at the dentist. I asked him, “Why? Why did you do this? Why do you care? You said you never wanted me to contact you again. And I have NOTHING…no clothes, no money, nothing. Where am I going to go?” Joe rolled his eyes, “Here. You’re going to go here.” “I can’t get on my feet in a week or something, Joe. I’m fucked.” “Listen to me, boy. You’re going to stay here permanently.” I was so confused, “But you said—…” “You’re so stupid,” Joe said. “I told you to not contact me because I’m in love with you and I don’t want to be. But I am.” I looked at him in disbelief, but then smiled broadly. “Don’t get any crazy ideas. You’re not my fucking wife and we’re not adopting some Asian baby or any shit like that. You’re still my fuck hole…and I will be pimping you out just like your Dad did…BUT I’ll never pull any of that shit like he did today, and we’re going to get you on meds, and you’re going to sleep in my bed. But you’re mine. I will fuck who I want whenever I want without any lip from you. And you fuck me and who I say you fuck, but no one else, got it?” “Absolutely,” I said, with a goofy grin. “Now climb on my dick,” he said pulling his cock through his fly. I stripped off my pants and underwear and wrapped my cum-filled cunt around his massive cock. I bounced up and down on him, milking him for all I was worth. He took me by either side of my head, pulled my face to his forcefully, and for the first time kissed me…and it was deep and passionate, and I came simultaneously from my cock and ass. My convulsing pussy pushed him over the edge and he bit my bottom lip, muttering, “Take my load, you fuck hole.” He shot streams of cum into me, fucking up into my bowels and kissing me, crushing my body to his. When he was done fucking his kids into my hole, he pulled off my mouth and said, “I love you, Matt.” I gulped and said, “I love you, too.” We lived like that for four years and it was amazing. He fucked whoever he wanted, and that was fine. I had no reason to be jealous. He loved me and I never questioned that. He showed it in so many ways. I got plenty of sex too. He was always fucking me and he was always pimping me out, which as much as I hate to admit it, I liked. More than liked, I lived for it. It didn’t matter how gross or disgusting the person was, I liked being used and knowing that someone was paying for my holes…and that I HAD to do what they wanted and take what they gave me because it was my job to be a whore. It’s what I was good for, what I was put on this Earth for. So many guys were so jealous of us. We would go out to bars and take home the hottest guys. Whoever we wanted. One time, we saw Kurt out. Remember Kurt? Well, he certainly had come into his own. Big old pig bottom, poz, biohazard tattoo on the small of his back prominently displayed as he walked through the bar shirtless with assless jeans on. He let anyone stick it in right in the middle of the bar. The Beast did, right against a go-go pole…and I was right there between Kurt’s legs to lick up the cum-sludge from his earlier conquests as well as suck out the Beast’s cream once Joe was done with Kurt’s hole. Joe and I could have lived like this forever. We hardly ever fought and when we did, we were more concerned with the fact that we had possibly hurt the other one’s feelings than we were about our own point of view. It was really special and sexy what we had. So you can imagine how devastated I was when Joe was killed in a car accident when I was 23. I thought my life was over. It was a rough year and I was very self-destructive. Drugs, going off my meds, taking risks. I eventually found my way back on track. I had a stupid job at some convenience store but at least I was back on my meds and not suicidal. Just think, I had planned on going to college at one point. Anyway, believe it or not, I was nursing a vodka tonic and some gay bar in the city when who should walk through the door? Jordan. Remember Jordan? We got to talking. He had had his own fucked up path. We both laughed about how “straight” he was in high school as he fucked my ass several times a week. “Yeah,” he said, “I guess you could say I’m still bisexual ‘cause I like pussy, but God, a lot of girls hate me. I’m not so good at not getting caught with my dick in a guy’s ass.” That sent me into hysterics. He told me that he was poz now and loved knocking up college boys. I told him about Joe and me, and the fact that I missed being pimped out and the situation I had with him. We talked until the bar closed and then went back to his place and fucked like animals. He gave me three loads that night and although he was still rough and treated me like a whore, he was a great kisser. We kept fucking for a few months and ended up falling into the same relationship that Joe and I had. Jordan would pimp me out and he would get to fuck whoever he wanted. We love each other and we’re good together. Granted, it’s not what Joe and I had, but it’s close and we make each other happy. And he still has that sadistic grin like the first time he made me ass-cum… …which brings us to where I started – Me waiting for my next “client” thinking about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy he’s sold my cunt to. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me, “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna’ be a doozy. Get some rest.” My ass is up in the air facing the door that I left unlocked. I hear the door open, someone enter the room, and the door lock behind him. I hear his clothes hit the floor as he positions himself behind me. He rubs his fat head against my drippy hole – Jordan pre-lubed me with a fuck and a load of cum before I headed out. The stranger moans as he pushes his thick veiny cock into my used cunt. Whoa, really thick. I feel his balls hit my taint and I guess that he’s about 7.5 inches, which is a nice length. I can fuck a cock that size forever without any problem, and it does nothing but feel good. This faceless cock starts fucking into me and I hear him moan, “Fuck, that’s good hole!” I freeze. I recognize that voice, where do I know that voice from? Do I dare look? I can’t help myself, I have to know. I look back over my shoulder and can’t believe who’s fucking into me. “Long time, no see, son,” my Dad says, and I start to ass-cum. THE END.