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  1. 4. “I’m going to keep you my horny little cock slut till you cant take it any longer. How does that sound boy?” “Thank you, Sir.” My cock throbbed against the cage but more importantly my hole pulsed around the plug still lodged deep inside of me. “Good boy. I’ve got a long night of pussy wrecking planned for you.” He grabbed me hard behind my head and drew me close to him. Roughly he stuffed his tongue in my mouth again, biting at my lip. He held me by my hair, tight against him. He bit my ear lightly and said “Go get on the bed with that cunt in the air. I’m ready to breed my pussy again.” I basically ran to the bedroom and leapt onto his bed. Sir followed slowly his cock swinging in front of him. I stuck my ass in the air and grabbed onto both cheeks the plug sticking straight up in the air. Sir grabbed the plug and slowly started to pull. As he did I felt my ass lips being pulled open. It took a long moment for my hole to open wide enough to let the plug base out. I gasped when it did and pushed back on it. Sir pushed the plug back into making me groan. He did it again, and again. Slowly working up to fucking me with the plug base. It snapped in and out of my hole and I pushed back against it till my hole barely closed around the plug each time. Finally, Sir tore the plug from me completely with a wet sound, my face was buried in the mattress after the plug fucking and I only heard him spit and then felt his cock head dive into my ruined hole. He slammed all the way in with one stroke. I grunted but my hole was so open I felt nothing but pleasure. I reached back behind me and held my hole open for him. “Damn this pussy has loosened up better than I thought,” Sir said as he pulled his cock completely out of me and then slammed back in. “You’ll be taking my fist in your cunt in no time boy. You’re rings already starting to look nice and blown out.” I felt something else slide into my hole and realized he had stiffed two fingers into my hole next to his cock. He was fingering me and fucking me and I could take it no problem. My hole, I now came to understand, had always been meant to be fucked, I had just been doing it wrong. Sir pummeled my hole. He pounded me harder and harder, getting his cock as deep as it would go. At some point I he worked two more fingers into me. When his breathing finally started to change and I knew he was getting close he had three fingers in my hole next to his cock and he had flipped me on my back. As Sir’s pace began to change I started to understand why Sir called my hole a pussy and a cunt. That was how I felt, a loose hole made for cock. My cunt felt so good stretched around Sirs cock. This was who I was supposed to be. Just then Sir slammed his cock as deep as it would go and pulled his fingers from my cunt. His cock throbbed deep inside of me as he deposited his seed. Sir put the slick fingers that had just been in my hole next to my lips and without being told to I opened up and licked the cum and ass juice off of them greedily. Sir smiled at me, his forehead slick with sweat. Once his cock had softened he pulled out of me. “Stay right there,” he said. He opened the same draw he had when he pulled me the first time and pulled out a bigger plug. He lugged a big glob of spit onto its head and rubbed it on my gaping pussy. It popped in easily, and I smiled. “Good boy. You’ve passed the first tests with flying colors.” “Thank you, Sir!” “Now, let’s see how well you do with the rest of the night. Are you ready for the next test boy?” “Yes, Sir!” “Good, get dressed. You’re going to visit a friend of mine.”
    15 points
  2. Hung out at rest area after work, sitting on a bench with my pipe hoping to score a trucker. Ended up noticing a guy around 40, bearded and bald just like me, sitting in his car a long time and just looking around. A few times I noticed him staring at me. It was pretty chilly despite the sunshine, so I didn't have time to play games for long. I stared at him until he noticed me, nodded at him, then got up and walked to the small section of woods behind the buildings. There's a little trail that goes down a hill and curves around back to parking lot. I stand at the bottom of the hill, up against a tree, and wait to see if the guy followed me or not. Sure enough he comes walking towards me, and once he's close enough I ask him how it's going. He says all good, just horny as hell. Lol. Me too, I reply, and motion for us to move off trail into some dense shrubbery. I drop on my knees and he wastes no time pulling out a fine 7" uncut cock. Now I've been all top dad for most of 2018, so I'm thrilled to be sucking a cock like a professional bottom. After five or so minutes, he says he can't cum from a blow job. I tell him not a problem- I drop my jeans and bend over in doggy position, and tell him to give me a good fucking. Ground was a bit muddy, but I didn't give a fuck. He gets on his knees and starts rubbing my hairy ass, then I feel him grab my hips as his cockhead rests right at my entrance. He spits a few times and pushes right into me. It was perfect size- not too big to hurt, and beefy enough to let me feel it good. He starts humping me fast, and I tell him to shoot a big nut deep inside me. I think he liked the encouragement, as his pace increased and soon he nutted as he pushed as far in as he could. He stayed inside me as he caught his breath, this slid out and tucked his cock away before I could clean it for him. He thanked me then hurried up the hill and disappeared. I stood and pulled my jeans up, and his load was already leaking out of my ass. I walked back to my car, and headed home. I'll jerk off before bed tonight, and guarantee I'll be fingering my cum filled ass as I do it.
    8 points
  3. My name is Audrey, I am 20 and I have a boyfriend he is a computer geek and although we have sex we have never had enough for my liking. Jared is okay with twice a month. We have been together a year and I have to admit, for the first six months I was really good and took care of myself between our two sex sessions a month. I tried to keep my mind busy with hanging out with friends and staying active. Since I am in college it is not hard to do, I joined a study group and it consisted of two of us girls and four guys. We would get together and study and the guys would make comments about us and what we were wearing etc. It was harmless, Nancy took offense and left the group. That left me with my four sexy classmates to try to focus on my work. One night Adam asked me if he could talk to me after, Adam was tall 6'3 190 blonde with blue eyes and beautiful white teeth. I hung back and asked Adam what was up and he said he wanted to talk to me in private so we walked and he shared that he was failing one of his classes and needed some help. He asked me if I could help him, I asked what subject and he said World History was the worst as we walked we ended up right in front of his building and he invited me up. We sat on the soft and talked and he got his book out and as we sat there it went silent, I could feel the sexual tension in the room and he leaned in and kissed me. I did not stop him but when he came up for air I told him I had a boyfriend. He said what does that matter, I have a girlfriend. I wanted to be faithful but I did not have the will to stop, I leaned in and kissed him as he started to grope my breast and unbutton my top. I paused a moment to think about stopping him but he had my top off before I knew it and my bra followed. He grabbed my tit and starts to suck and nipple my nipple and his hands went for my skirt and he had it unzipped and ready to fall of as he pulled me up and I was standing there in my panties and those were only one for a couple more minute. I was naked and so wet already. He lifted my left leg and started to eat me out and I was moaning and shaking and I came. He got up and leaned in and kissed me and then then slipped his shorts down and his big boner sprung out. Had to be 9 and pretty thick. I got down and started to suck him and see what I could take and after two minutes he gabbed me and carried me to his bed and set me down and moved my legs spread wide and pushed me back on the bed and started to finger me and then press his big head in side me. I wanted to tell him to put something on like a condom but no words came out and be fore I released he was deep inside me and fuck me me and I was moaning like a bitch in head. This went on for twenty minutes and then he shot in side me and just left his dick in there and slowly pumped it in and out of me. I was so hot, he seemed to be moving faster and faster and then he started pounding me and I cam just before he did. He pulled out and told me it was getting to late to study but he really needed my help and asked if I was free at 8 PM tomorrow. I said I should be and he told me he would text me and and this was all going on as I was getting dressed and cum was dripping at the down my led a little. I got dressed and left thinking how amazing that was and how we never really talked about it and then acted like it never happened. I thought it was hot and it might just be a one time thing or something. I went home to my boyfriend and thought how much I loved having Adams cum inside me.
    6 points
  4. Part 12 - Weekend Retreat Ethan was back home and he had invited Adam over for a swim that afternoon, Adam knew Ethan's family were back so it would be a pretty normal afternoon. They swam and played around in the pool until Ethan rested against the side of the pool his head resting on his folded arms on the edge, Adam couldn't put his finger on what was different with Ethan today. "What is with you today?" Adam asked coming to a rest next to Ethan. Ethan sighed "I miss him". Adam looked at him "So your serious about him then?". Ethan nodded "Yes, last night we sort of became boyfriends". Adam chuckled "Good for you Ethan. But you do know Angelo is not just wanting a boyfriend". Ethan turned his head to face Adam "I think so, he wants commitment". Adam whispered "Do you though?". Ethan let go of the side and swam back a little "I would with him". Adam looked back and smiled "You two make a nice couple and even Tony thinks you belong together". Ethan swam back towards Adam "How would you and Tony like to come to the Hamptons next weekend?". Adam smiled "Now that would be good". "I need to ask my mother and father first and then can you text Angelo to ask him?" Ethan sat on the side of the pool. Adam joined him "Of course". A few hours later Ethan's mother and father sat on the veranda enjoying a glass of wine in the evening sun. Ethan climbed out of the pool and asked if he could go to the beach house for a long weekend with his friends, his father nodded and mother said as long as they clean the place up after then yes they can use the house. Ethan was a little surprised how easy it was but then they had come to like Adam a lot, that and he came from a respectable family in Harrison. As the evening wore on Adam said that Tony would finish work Friday afternoon so they would drive down in the evening and come back early Monday. Ethan got Adam to text Angelo which went back and forth for a few minutes before Adam said that Angelo wants to go down on Thursday evening, he can work remotely on Friday. Ethan checked with his mother and confirmed everything back to Adam who in turn sent it on to Angelo who replied he would pick Ethan up at 5pm from Harrison station on Thursday. Adam's mother arrived at 9pm to pick him up she was also intrigued to meet Ethan who Adam had talked about a lot from classes to them becoming friends. She knew Ellie to chat to but had never met Ethan before, Ellie came out and had a quick chat with Sandra before Adam and Ethan came out of the house. As they pulled away Adam's mother turned to him and asked outright if Ethan was gay, Adam replied confirming what she thought was true but he also asked her not to say anything as he wasn't out to his family. Ellie picked up her phone whilst she waited for Sofie to finish her dance class, she was pleased to see a message from Margarite who wanted a catch up on Monday over lunch. She sent her reply confirming that she would see her at 1pm then waved as Sofie appeared from the changing rooms. On the other side of town Ethan was nervous about seeing Angelo as he sat waiting outside the station, was it all just a memory or was it real. Angelo pulled up a few minutes ahead of time and Ethan climbed in to the passenger seat, Angelo leaned over and kissed him. "Hello lover" Angelo smiled looking in to Ethan's eyes. Ethan pulled Angelo in and kissed him back "Hello boyfriend" and giggled. Angelo shook his head laughing and they set off for the Hamptons looking forward to the weekend away, they chatted the whole 3 hour drive where Angelo spoke candidly about himself and opened up completely to Ethan. As they pulled up to the beach house Ethan felt he knew and really began to understand much more about Angelo and his large family. Angelo got out of the car "Wow Ethan this place is lovely" he stood staring up at the house. Ethan took Angelo's hand "Just you and me for 1 night Angelo" he said looking at Angelo. Angelo kissed him "Perfect". They had a quick dinner and sat outside overlooking on the deck overlooking the beach lit by the moonlight, in the distance lightning could be seen from the summer storm somewhere along the coast. Ethan dressed in only his underwear walked over and stood by the railings watching the storm, he felt Angelo's arms slipping around his waist. Ethan sighed and leaned back in to Angelo "Disney is not the happiest place on earth, this is". "Anywhere with you would be the happiest place to be" Angelo leaned round and kissed Ethan. Ethan could feel Angelo's hard cock pushing up against his ass in its constrained state by his own underwear, Ethan release a happy moan as his hands slipped round behind him and gently pulled Angelo's underwear down to release his cock. Angelo moved one arm and his hand rubbed Ethan's ass several times before he slowly pushed the underwear down to Ethan's ankles, leaning forward he met Ethan's waiting mouth and kissed him . Angelo's cock was rubbing and tapping at the door until his precum began making it slick, Angelo kissed around Ethan's neck and ear whispering 'I love you Ethan', Ethan gripped Angelo's arms feeling his cock slipping inside. Ethan gasped and gripped tighter as more and more of Angelo's cock entered his body, it was still painful at first for Ethan but he had learned to love the pain as he knew the love of sex would follow. Ethan relaxed his body with Angelo's cock buried deep inside his ass, with slow meaningful strokes Angelo began to make love his cock providing deep penetrative thrusts, Ethan moaned overlooking the ocean. Angelo was in no rush and alternated his hip movement from gyrating to thrusting, Ethan rolled his head back against Angelo's chest proclaiming his love to Angelo for the world to hear. They continued for what seemed like hours for Ethan but Angelo just couldn't and didn't want to hold back any longer, his arms tightened around Ethan's waist and his hips began to ramp up the pace, Ethan moaned and turned his neck to kiss Angelo 'oh god yes' he pleaded looking Angelo in the eyes, he saw a true desire in Ethan's eyes and Angelo groaned and hit home flooding Ethan with his love. Angelo held Ethan tighter against his body as his orgasm subsided, kissing Ethan repeatedly he was more sure than ever he wanted him completely. He rested his chest on Ethan's back for a moment to regain his composure, his cock remaining hard as he pushed gently against Ethan's ass. His arms still clasped around Ethan as he began to pull him back towards the day bed until he laid down with Ethan on top of him. Angelo could not find the words to express his love for Ethan, instead he just held him tightly on his cock listening to the ocean waves and Ethan's murmuring of delight. He looked up at the stars appearing in the night sky breathing rapidly as his body was held tight by Angelo, he felt an enormous rush of belonging coursing through his body. The following day Ethan swam a lot and would join Angelo on the deck who was busy working away until he closed his laptop late afternoon and walked down to the sea to join Ethan for a swim. "Are you done?" Ethan said throwing himself at Angelo. Angelo laughed and swept him up in his arms "Yes, now I am all yours". Their mouths met and Ethan sighed lovingly as Angelo's tongue slipped in to his mouth. He never got bored of kissing Angelo no matter how many times they kissed during the day. He loved how Angelo would just sweep him up off his feet and hold him close against his body, Ethan just couldn't get enough of Angelo. He knew he was young and a pretty good catch himself, but he had bagged an incredibly sexy Latin guy who just happened to be amazing in bed as well and for the most part seemed to be besotted with him. Angelo and Ethan showered and dressed then headed in to the village to get some supplies for when Adam and Tony arrived later that evening. It was one of the busiest weekends in the Hamptons and it seemed that most of New York's gay scene had descended. Ethan was looking in the window of a shop whilst Angelo was buying some food in the shop next door. "Hey" a man in his late twenties with a cocky arrogant look stood eyeing him up. Ethan glanced at him "Hello" and continued browsing the shop window. "Your incredibly sexy, want to come to a party tonight?" he asked Ethan. Ethan chuckled "No, and sorry I don't know you". "Matt, now you know my name how about it sexy what's your name?" Matt moved closer. Ethan stepped back and turned to look at him "My boyfriend will be back in a minute so you better go". Matt laughed "Heard that before, I bet your a horny fucker in bed" stepping closer to Ethan. "No really, my boyfriend is in the grocery store" Ethan turned to walk away. Matt swooped round the front of Ethan "Come on you would go down a treat with my friends". "I said no" Ethan said stepping back again. Matt raised his hand to touch Ethan's face he was not about to allow him to go "Just you and me then". Angelo came out of the shop "Get your hands off my boyfriend". Matt stopped and turned "Oh fuck" he recognised Angelo. "Matt" Angelo stopped dead in his tracks. Matt looked him in the face "Angelo, I err, hell this is awkward". "Ethan this is the my ex Matt" Angelo obviously never expected to be running in to him. Matt's attitude towards Ethan went cold "You must be fucked up to date him?". Angelo didn't react well to the way he spoke about Ethan "What did you say?". Ethan held Angelo back "Leave it Angelo, I can see why you threw him out" Ethan hadn't warmed to Matt at all. Matt stood with his mouth open and looked at Angelo "You told him?". Angelo nodded "We have no secrets, good bye Matt". Ethan and Angelo turned and walked off leaving Matt standing there in the street, Ethan spotted a coffee shop and guided Angelo inside and ordered a couple of coffees. He looked over at Angelo who stared out the window, Ethan placed the coffee in front of Angelo who looked and smiled at him. "Thank god I don't have an ex to worry about" Ethan smiled touching Angelo's hand. Angelo was loosing some of his tension from the encounter "I'm sorry about that". "Why, because he never realised what he had?" Ethan laughed. Angelo looked at Ethan "I am worried every time I turn my back someone will try it on with you". "Do you not think I have the same concern?" Ethan said looking at him. Angelo smiled "As long as I have you..." Ethan cut him off. "You do and your all I want" Ethan smiled then leaned over and kissed him. Shopping finished they went back to the house and were both exhausted and just laid in each others arms kissing , Ethan snuggled up in to Angelo's arms listening to the surf through the open windows. Ethan's phone started ringing and Angelo reached over and passed it to Ethan he looked and saw it was Adam calling, he had a quick conversation before telling Angelo they would be here in thirty minutes. Ethan climbed over Angelo to put his phone back but found Angelo's arms slipping around him and preventing him from moving off, Ethan smiled and leant forward kissing Angelo and feeling his amorous state against his ass. Ethan wriggled his ass until he felt Angelo's cock pressing at his ass, Ethan leaned back and moaned grabbing Angelo's arms as sat deep on his lovers cock. For the first time Ethan controlled the sex between them as he moved his ass back and forth on Angelo's cock, he looked down at the smile on Angelo's face it was enough to say it all. Ethan closed his eyes and his head dropped back he couldn't stop himself and began to orgasm without touching his cock, he could feel his cock stretching and bouncing as he began to shoot his cum over Angelo's chest, at the same time he felt Angelo jolt his hips up hard, the sight of seeing his lover in ecstasy brought Angelo over the top he moaned and thrusted up several times as his seed flowed in to Ethan at the same time. Ethan collapsed forward straight onto Angelo's mouth kissing him all the while as Angelo's hips kept pushing hard up against Ethan's ass. Ethan wrapped his arms around Angelo's neck. "Oh fuck Angelo look what have you reduced me to" he smiled looking Angelo in the eye. Angelo smiled "Yes but look what you do to me". Ethan kissed him and gently rose off Angelo's cock and stepped off the sofa holding his hand out, he took Angelo to the bedroom and wet room where the both quickly showered. Ethan finished drying off and walked back in to the bedroom watching Angelo get dressed. Angelo turned to see him standing there naked watching "Stop watching and get dressed". Ethan picked up his shorts and walked over to Angelo "I love you and love watching you". Angelo couldn't stop smiling as they went downstairs just in time as Adam and Tony pulled up in their car. The rest of that Friday evening was spent having dinner and talking on the deck until the early hours of the morning. Saturday afternoon they sunbathed on the deck and it wasn't hard to fathom out as Tony looked between Ethan and Angelo and their body language he saw how much in love they had grown in a couple of weeks. Ethan and Adam ventured off for a walk along the beach leaving Tony and Angelo on the deck, Tony stood and walked to the edge of deck watching Ethan talking animatedly with his arms. Tony leaned on the railings "You are in love with him aren't you?". Angelo walked over where Tony stood "Incredibly". Tony put his hand on Angelo's shoulder "I am really happy for you Angelo and you are a different person". Angelo looked at Tony "I closed all my feelings away, didn't want to love anyone again. How wrong I was". Tony put his arm around Angelo and hugged him "It only takes that special someone". Angelo kissed him on cheek "Your to sentimental and soft" he said laughing. Tony watched Ethan "Adam and I are very lucky having both of you as friends". Sunday late afternoon they had dinner out and returned later that evening, Adam and Tony went to bed as they had to leave early in the morning. Ethan sat on the balcony of the bedroom and Angelo stood at the doorway, he had decided what he wanted from Ethan and knew he needed to do it tonight. He stood watching Ethan for a moment "Are you happy Ethan?". Ethan leaned back and smiled "Very". Angelo sat down opposite him "I need to talk to you seriously". Ethan sat up looking concerned "Am I going to like this?". Angelo smiled "I don't know, it all depends if you are in a place to want what I offer". Ethan laughed "And what do you want to offer?". Angelo held Ethan's hand "I want you to share your life with me". "Right now?" Ethan looked at Angelo. Angelo smiled "I think a couple of months so in 8 weeks time". "Oh, that is quite exact" Ethan was a bit stumped and nervously laughed. Angelo continued "But you need to tell your parents about you and me". Ethan shook his head "No Angelo". Angelo nodded "I...." Ethan stopped him. "6 Saturday's from now and you have a deal, I know what I want Angelo". Angelo laughed "Are you absolutely sure?" Ethan leaned over and kissed him "I don't want anyone else, you are who I want to be with". "Are you sure I am not moving to fast for you?" Angelo sat back in the chair. Ethan walked in the bedroom and laid on the bed "Your not moving fast enough Angelo". Angelo turned and saw him laying naked on the bed and laughed, before he could even get off the lounger chair Ethan had jumped on to Angelo and started kissing him madly. Angelo could sense how horned up Ethan was and wasted no time making love to him, the moans escaping Ethan mixed like a symphony with the sound of the surf. Adam and Tony had left early that morning, Ethan and Angelo walked along the beach holding hands. There was a chill in the air as the dark clouds began rolling in off the Atlantic, Angelo commented how dark the clouds looked so they turned and walked back towards the beach house running up the steps just as the wind picked up and rain began to fall heavily. The thunder and lightning raged and Ethan felt a chill run up his spine as he watched, Angelo appeared with lunch and set it down on the table. "It feels strange" Ethan mumbled as Angelo cuddled up behind him. Angelo rested his chin on Ethan's shoulder "What does?". "The storm it's like a raging animal on the warpath" Ethan said looking out to the deserted beach. Angelo kissed his neck "It will blow away and calm down, come and eat". Ethan turned and hugged Angelo.
    6 points
  5. 2018 was a year of change for me, I have alwAys been a slutty bottom cum dump, but in 2018 I pushed my limits, let go of all my inhibitions and really had FUN! My total loads in my slutty cum dump ass last year in 2018, my best estimate is 400+. Every one of them was bareback! I had multiple STDs throughythe year that I cleaned up, just went off PReP in October. I did multiple “cum dump, no cock refused” events, serveral where I got 15 to 20 loads in a single night, one event in Madrid Spain where 20 men dumped a load in my ass in 4 hours, one event in Mexico City where I took 23 loads in 3 hours, and another event in October in LA where I got 32 loads between 9 pm and 1 A.M. 32 loads in a single evening is my record in 2018.
    4 points
  6. Exactly. This site is way too based in fantasy sometimes. ? Maybe thats what most people are here for, and I'm just the odd one out. However I know ALOT of poz guys having worked in outreach, and have had TONS of open and honest conversations with them. Every single one of them has said they would rather be neg, including some very freaky pervy guys. Somehow on here its the opposite and so many think being poz is awesome. Maybe to the minority of guys on here being poz is exciting, however if hundreds of my clients and friends say otherwise, Id venture its NOT, and this forum is just a poz fantasy world. Dont get me wrong, I enjoy hooking up with poz guys, and its kind of a turn on knowing you are doing something "wrong" But thats why Im on PrEP. Because the reality is that life isn't a forum that fetishizes being poz. Life is hard enough when you are healthy and not med dependent. And if you are poz and not on meds, the reality of what happens to you body is scary. Most people have MAYBE five years before all sorts of wierd and sometimes irreversible stuff happens to their body once their immune system is decimated without medication. Colds and Flu's easily kill you, Pneumonia comes out of nowhere and kills you, or almost kills you. you get cancers that you wouldn't otherwise. For many their dick doesn't even work because of circulatory problems. The list is endless. I had a friend die at 29 from a brain tumor because he never sought treatment for HIV. For the two years prior to him ending up in the hospital, he was always sick, could barely do anything let alone sex. He collapsed and was rushed to the hospital, thats when they found out he had almost no immune system, and a huge brain tumor. It was too late, two months later he was dead. Lets not even get into the rejection many poz guys still face. What if one day you want to settle down and no just fuck randoms? maybe you meet the man of your dreams only to find out he doesn't want to be with a poz guy. Is that exciting? To me whats exciting is that today as long as guys take their meds, be it PrEP or treatment we can all fuck whoever and whenever like its the 70's again. Its exciting that we can fuck raw, and feel our cum in another man or his in you. Its exciting that we can do this without fear, and you dont have to be poz to have that excitement.
    3 points
  7. I'm less focused on party affiliation than just the fact that, do you think if anyone who *wasn't* connected politically was found with not one but two dead guys in their home, and was furthermore known to fetishize giving drugs to such guys... well, I just have a tough time believing the DA would be like, "Shit happens, you're free to go" if it was just a regular person and not party of the political oligarchy.
    3 points
  8. 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”
    2 points
  9. Last Saturday, after an evening out with friends, I felt horny as hell. I decided to go online, but Saturday nights are always a bit of a bore in my town. I remembered all the hot times during my weekend trips to bigger cities - Berlin, Amsterdam, Paris, Madrid - and wished I had flown out, but this time I had to work early on Monday. I'm 24 and just got my first serious job after finishing university, so the wild days seemed kind of over anyway. I settled for some porn and music at home, smoked some weed and logged in on a gay dating app - usually there's not much going on in my area anyway, but you never know. After checking some guys' profile I came to the conclusion that it was just the same old boring profiles. I almost felt like sending a message to one guy I always suck off, since I know he's always looking for a quicky, very reliable and hot. Then I suddenly remembered a chat page where i sometimes log in and where things get a little more exciting sometimes. People from nearby towns into bareback, BDSM, PNP who are willing to travel etc. So I log in to this very basic, text-based chat and pour myself a drink. Not much is going on there either - most guys are far away and nobody reacted to my opening line yet. Then suddenly a guy with the mysterious nickname DarkNetFucker666 logs in without any info other than that he lives in a nearby town. I get some associations with a couple of porn movies I got from a friend the year before, with Satanist plots, neonazis, strangling and a whole lot of other extreme things. Is this a guy who is into that sort of thing? I always wondered what kind of people would watch such extreme stuff. Besides, he might be some older guy and I'm definitely not into that. A bit doubtful, I decide to send him a message and we start a chat. He says he is 30 and has 'dark fantasies', and I tell him I'm into barebacking and poz since two years ago. I send him a facepic and ask him if he wants to meet. He gives me a place and time, and by this time I'm feeling curious as hell, and intuitively agree to meeting him at a petrol station around 30 miles from where I live for 'and outdoor date and we can see about continuing somewhere else'. When I get there I look for the van he described. He's parked in a bushy area by the petrol station and I park the car next to his. I send him a message saying I'm there and he answers asking me to take a walk with him in the bushes. Reluctantly I agree - even though I feel really excited and horny as hell, it does seem like a very scary and potentially dangerous scenario - I definitely don't feel all that safe. Luckily the weed I smoked helps a bit, and I determinedly walk into the bush past his car. I see him getting out. The moonlight reflects from his face and he actually looks pretty hot. He walks over to me and asks me if I feel like 'playing around a bit before we take it further'. I guess he wants to try me out before taking me 'somewhere else', to his home or wherever. So we lower our pants and I stand closer to him. He looks like he's not very used to this - he doesn't attempt to approach me or touch me. He has a huge uncut boner and I ask if he wants me to suck him, and I get on my knees. I smell his balls and it really turns me on, I lick them all over and suck his big cock. I start jerking off and he reaches down to feel my cock and balls with a firm grip. He suddenly stops and says "Shall we go to my place?" I nodd. He sounds foreign and I ask him where he is from. "Germany", he says. We get into our cars and I follow him. When we get to his place, which is really in the middle of nowhere in a very forested area, I notice he has a really great looking house. This guy must have done really well for himself. There's a big fence around the property and a huge pool. We go in and he asks if I want to do some drugs. It has been at least four years since I had taken anything other than weed - at university I had tried some things, like coke, ecstasy and speed - and I'm suddenly overwhelmed by obsessive thoughts about not being able to get to work on Monday. He is obviously noticing that I'm worried and tells me not to, saying we won't take too much. I agree to smoke some meth with him, it can't be that bad. While he prepares the stuff I get a better look at him in the kitchen light. There is something eminently hot about him. He has a good body and his face looks smooth and young. His eyes are dark and his gaze is somehow cold, there is not really much warmth in his appearance and his demeanor is very masculine and serious, but his eyes and occasional smile when we talk about sex add a sexual overtone to the situation. I ask him what he does and he tells me he's a psychiatrist, which strikes me as odd since he doesn't make a very empathic impression. He introduces himself as Jake. We sit down in the living room and smoke some. He puts on some trancy music and wants to know more about 'the bareback thing'. I tell him about bareback dating sites, about bug chasing and gift giving and about some of my experiences at bareback parties and in fetish club darkrooms. He asked if I'm on meds, I tell him that I haven't been needing medication yet. He smiles. "We could fuck someone bareback," he says. The drug feels good and I notice it starting to kick in even more because I kind of feel more disinhibited. "And how do you want to find someone?" I ask. -"I can get some guys that come here sometimes", he says. "Sometimes I invite guys in and give them some money, I often call them and we fuck a bottom together". -"That sounds good", I say. He shows me a pic of a big, dark skinned guy who looks very handsome, I scroll on and his tablet reveals some dick pics. "This one looks hot", I said. He asks me what kind of type I really fantasize about fucking. -"Maybe one of those white power kids, like a young skinhead or something." He shows me another pic of a young blonde guy who is not a skinhead as such but very handsome and muscular, with neonazi-type outfit and boots. He has this really grim, bad look on his face. "This is a very violent one who is very much into this neonazi stuff", he says. "He is a sadist and just wants to fuck on coke, he was also in trouble with the police for sexual assault." This really makes me hot and I ask him what he wants to do. "We let him fuck you on coke and give him some drinks and maybe some drugs, then we can see if we can maybe fuck him." -"But I thought you said he doesn't want to get fucked." -"We'll see", he says with an evil grin on his face. I get some alarm bells - this guy really seems very perverted, I'm getting worried about things going too far. But he seems really controlled and calm, and I suppose he knows what he's doing. So I agree. He calls the guy and agrees on meeting. He's drunk but he's driving over anyway. "We have half an hour", he says. So I have a shower while Jake prepares whatever he has got to prepare. In the shower I feel kind of nervous about what is about to happen, but I feel a odd tingling in my lower body. I clean up thoroughly and go back to the living room while the white power guy is ringing the doorbell. Jake goes to open the door and brings the guy in. "This is Frank." We shake hands and I look at Frank, he looks really nasty with a superior look in his eyes full of despise. But he looks damn hot. He hardly looks at me and talks more to Jake, whom he obviously has some kind of bond with. He brags about how he burned down the car of a family who lives in his neighbourhood, foreigners. This guy is really an asshole, I think. Still, I feel an amazing and almost surreal attraction to him. "So what are you waiting for, get your clothes off", Jake, who is obviously taking the lead, snarls at me. I undress quickly and we sit down on the couch. Jake puts on a porn with a girl surrounded by a group of men, and says he will pour some drinks and prepare the coke. I go for a piss, and while I walk past the kitchen, Jake whistles at me. I approach and he whispers "these two lines on the right are for us. When I offer don't take the ones on the left." -"Why, what have you put in those?" I ask, worried. -"Just something more for him to relax, he usually prefers to fuck girls". When I return to the couch Jake already has his hard cock in his hands and Frank is touching his crotch, staring engagedly at the Czech porn movie, where the men are cumming one by one into the girl's holes. Jake tells me to bring around the plate with the coke and sniffs a line. He then passes it to me and I sniff the other line on the right, then give it to Frank. He sniffs one of the lines on the left. "Let's get down to action. What are you waiting for?" Jake says. I kneel down in front of Frank. I put my nose into his crotch and take in the smell. I unzip him and get his hard throbbing tool out and start licking it. Ending the foreplay, he grabs my ears and puts my mouth over his cock, snarling "no teeth". He fucks my mouth for a while and then grabs me and puts me on the couch in front of it facing Jake, who is seemingly enjoying the situation masturbating and smiling. He lubes up and pushes me flat on the stomach, then rams his piece in raw, I'm in pain and cry out but he doesn't show any consideration. Staring at the porn movie he goes on and gets in the flow in a regular and relentless rhythm. Jake passes him poppers and he sniffs. He slaps me hard and rams on. Seemingly, Jake is afraid that Frank is getting too close to cumming and he gets up. "Now it's my turn", he says. Jake's cock is even bigger than Frank's and I feel him going in. He does it hard like Frank but differently, he is less distant and comes closer, grabbing me by the shoulders and thrusting it in hard. "Sit on all fours", he says. I obey and Frank sits down on his knees before me and pushes his cock into my mouth. I feel ecstatic, the pain has passed and I feel their big cocks ravaging my holes, I just ride on the wave, unable to think of anything else. After a while Jake exchanges again with Frank and they both take a hit of the poppers. I feel Frank thrusting in harder and harder, and the sounds he makes indicate he is in his own world right now. Jake doesn't stop him, and Frank fucks until he comes. "Yeah, take it, bitch", he yells. Jake screams "yeahhhh" and masturbates in front of my mouth. Frank has just finished and breathes heavily. He asks for a beer, and Jake sends me to get him one. I walk into the kitchen but don't find the beer, and I call out to Jake. He comes in and grabs a beer without saying a word. He takes a little vial out of a drawer and quickly drips in a large number of drops while keeping his eye on the door. I'm a bit confused but I understand and walk back into the living room and try talking to Frank. His answers are short and it seems like he is extremely averse to talking with me. Luckily, Jake comes back into the room and gives Frank his beer. "Now let's just relax for a while", Jake says. After a while, Frank dozes off and Jake says "Now let's get to the real action." At this point I'm horny as fuck but I still get alarm bells and say "Will he be alright?" Jake says: "Off course he will. Maybe let's have a smoke first." We smoked some more meth and I notice I'm not getting a hard on. I tell Jake and he tells me to follow him to the bedroom. He takes out a little syringe and says: "I'm going to inject you, just stand still." He grabs my penis and rubs it with a bit of alcohol and I close my eyes. I feel a short sting and react shocked, but after a few moments I feel all relaxed again. "What is it?" I ask him. -"Just something to get you up and running again so we can complete the program." I feel this sounds odd, since I don't know what "the program" is supposed to be, but Jake seems all too confident and in a way I think that's hot. We walk back into the living room and Frank looks like he has passed out on the couch. "Is he sleeping?" I ask. -"Sit down on your knees before him and suck his cock." I sit down and pull his boxer short down. I lick his balls and take his limp cock into my mouth. Before long, it's hard as rock and Frank moans. Jake passes me the poppers and I sniff. "Now lick his ass." I go down and lick his hole. Jake gets up and rubs his cock against Frank's face. Frank moves his head but doesn't otherwise react. He says: "Help me here". We carry Frank onto a mattress. Jake switches off the lights and puts on a different porn. He cuts some more of the coke and gives me some. He puts on music at a very loud volume. From my eye winkle I see the porn. It shows a man dressed in a devil's mask with horns. He is dragging a young blonde boy dressed in sports clothes over a field in some forest with a rope. I look at the screen and see how he throws down the boy on the field, undoes his jeans and starts raping him. This looks like really hardcore, probably illegal stuff and I glance at over at Jake who seems to be enjoying watching me watching the movie and gives me another one of his evil grins, but I don't think about it and look at Frank. Jake is touching his balls and ass and he twitches, moaning. I get excited and go over to Frank. I feel my limits dropping to zero and my boner throbbing, I just want to fuck the shit out of this arrogant little neonazi fucker. It seems as though Jake senses this, masturbating hard and moaning "yeahhh", staring at me with a fixed gaze like Frank did before with the porn. He says "come on, fuck him". I get on top of Frank and lube him, fingering his tight hole. I enter it with a thrust. This is amazing, I want more. I thrust in several times and then grab him by his lower back, thrust in deep. Jake comes closer to me and I touch his hard, throbbing cock while pounding Frank's hole. I feel like I could go on like this for hours. Jake whispers in my ear "rape him". I keep fucking until Jake claims his turn. I watch Jake fucking him and matching the thrusts in the porn movie. He whispers "I'm gonna seed his ass and then you can do the same." He cums into Frank. Even though I feel very horny I still feel worried. Frank hasn't consented to this so this is actually really rape. Jake notices and tells me to follow him into the bedroom where we watch some porn. These are also very violent porns, it's a jail setting in the shower where several inmates rape a guy with a nazi tattoo. He asks me whether I want something to relax and he brings me a glass half full with coca cola. He says "this is going to relax you even more". I drink it and we watch porn for a little while. He asks if it's okay to set up a camera in the living room so he can film it, and I agree. We return to where Frank is. He looks like he is sleeping and Jake touches his crotch again. Frank moans and makes hip movements as if he is fucking the mattress. I feel like fucking and seeding him. I get on top and I grab him by the hips, thrusting my cock in. Jake passes me the poppers and I start fucking him. Jake changes the music and I think of nothing else but putting my seed into his tight hole. "Put your poz seed into him, poz him up", Jake whispered with a mean smile. He masturbates on Frank and I thrust into him, I really feel like I could do this for hours. I sniff some more poppers and fuck him hard until I feel like I'm going to come. "I'm cumming", I tell Jake. "Yeah, poz his little nazi hole", Jake says. I shoot all my cum into him. We sit down on the couch. "This is really hot", I said. "It's a pity we haven't used him as a condom for me to fuck you." I wondered what that meant. We sat silent for a while. "What do you mean, use him as a condom?" I asked Jake. "You'll see next time", he said. To be continued
    2 points
  10. Follow up Part II A. The twink in the bushes The empty road ahead seemed endless while Rick is driving back from Jake’s place. Still high on tina, he is feeling as though this night isn’t over yet. Thoughts of violent rape scenes and images from the movies he had seen at Jake’s place raze and flash through his mind. He knows it now: This was definitely the hottest and craziest thing he has ever done. “It was fucked up and sick”, he thinks, while noticing the boner in his pants throbbing. He decides to pull over at the known cruising area by the motorway bypassing the city, a parking spot with a little path leading back to a busy area. He has been there before, usually on his way back home from clubbing or bathhouse visits in the city, and there was always something good going on there. Guys sniffing poppers and pulling their cocks out and fucking each other, why wait another second? Usually he sits in the car for a while, watching people get in and out of their cars, but this time he gets out and walks straight into the bush. Four cars are on the parking lot and a tall guy dressed in leather who is standing at the entrance to the bushes starts following him. Rick walks the path through the bushes, illuminated by the moonlight, and sees several guys, vaguely, his eyes still having to adopt to the dark. For a moment he feels the cold air and wonders what he’s doing there if he could probably have some good sex at home, but then he looks at the shadows intertwined with each other and hears moaning. Two guys are fucking there. He can’t see who they are but he is instantly turned on. He wants to join them and turn the bottom into a cum whore, inject another load deep in his guts. Shit, he remembers, they might not even be fucking raw. He walks on and sees a very young looking guy in sports clothes staring at him firmly. When he looks into his eyes, the boy looks down. He must be in his late teens or early twenties at most. Strange, he thinks: usually he is not really into the whole shy twink thing but now he is hot as hell for it. He probes his feelings and reaction to the boy's physique. Does he really get turned on by this shy young boy who looks really unexperienced? What is the logic behind this, after all a boy like that who most likely has a bunch of inhibitions just can't give the same as a guy who is on the same wavelength as oneself.. Right? But the only conclusion he can come to is that he is intuitively drawn to the young boy like a magnet. He passes him close by and turns around briefly, looking at the twink's body. His tool is throbbing in his pants and there is nothing he wants more than to enter this twink quite forcefully and mercilessly. He imagines the twink getting fucked for the first time without consent, listening to his moaning and expressions of pain, holding him down and grabbing him by the neck, forcing him into giving up resisting. He would like to rape him all-round. But how about those alarm bells, alerting him to the ethical unrealness of this image, to the fact of hurting someone intentionally against their will, something he tended to be averse to? He was listening hard, but the alarm bells he had been able to perceive so clearly before at Jake's place are... Gone. It's all quiet. And in the background rings his burning desire to invade the twink's hole and fuck him.. Poz him with his unmedicated fuck juice. "Poz him", he thinks, and contemplates the ring of these words. Although he has heard them lots of times he has never really been into that sort of thing. The words he just pronounced, quietly to himself, sounded to him like a sweet drug, pure pleasure, unlimited enjoyment which formerly had been forbidden. This is so hot, can he really program himself to let it all out, all the forbidden stuff he has maybe been blocking from coming to full blooming.. Is that what is going on here? Is he taking control and putting himself in charge of his enjoyment, in a perverted way (how hot the words 'perverted' ring in his ears), bypassing all moral limitations? He wonders how this is possible. Suddenly his only thought is *Yesss!*, and he turns around toward the twink, intuitively touching his own pants, fumbling around his erect cock while looking into the twink's eyes. The twink quickly turns his eyes down for a second, then returning his gaze to meet Rick's eyes. As Rick feels the twink's gaze and looks at his face he feels his cock throbbing. Man, what injection did this guy Jake give him? It has been hard like a rock all this time. The twink stares at his package and briefly, almost cautiously, raises his eyebrows, and Rick looks back at him grinning. He pulls his pants down and strokes his cock. The twink immediately comes closer and looks up to Rick, who answers with a smile. He bows over to him and says, in his sexiest voice, "Feel like going into the bushes?" The twink nods. He pulls up his pants and they walk further down the path along the stream until they come to a dark spot in the bushes. Walking further down, there is a little wooden table and Rick stops there. He leans back against the table and smiles at the twink, who looks undecided. He pulls down his pants again and starts rubbing it. The twink seems to loosen up, breathes heavily while whispering "yeah", while unbuttoning his jeans. He gets it out and starts jerking off frenetically while staring at Rick's hand moving up and down his shaft. He comes closer, drawn to it as if wanting to smell it. "You wanna suck my balls?" Rick says. The twink nods and gets down on his knees. He starts licking Rick's balls. "He's actually good at this", Rick thinks while the twink moves his tongue up slowly to his gland and then quite quickly (as if unable to resist any longer) takes Rick's hard cock into his mouth. Rick moves the twink head back and forth and the twink is visibly excited, beating his own flesh harder and harder. Rick starts moving faster and skullfucking him with a bit more force. The twink protests, most likely involuntarily, because after a brief gag he pulls Rick by the ass and takes his cock deep throat. "Yeah", Rick moans and feels kinky at the boy, he wants him entirely. He wants to defile him, every inch of his youthful body, he yearns for contaminating him inside out with his viral biohazard sperm. Thinking these thoughts reinforces a cycle of crude agression and violence he feels inside and he feels it growing until he is ready to unleash it on the boy. He moans with please and says "Do you wanna get fucked?" The twink stops doing what he's doing and turns his head upwards, looking doubtful. He looks at Rick scrutinizingly and hesitates. He gets up and says "yeah man, but it has got to be with a condom", as if he is anticipating what Rick has coming for him. "Have you got one?" Rick asks, and the twink nods. Surprisingly, Rick is not disappointed in the slightest. He intuitively knows what to do, he remembers a video he saw recently of a guy punching a condom with a bunch of pins. "It can't be that hard to wreck a rubber", he thinks. He remembers the times he fucked with condoms before, and on some occasions the condom actually broke. This was harder with certain types of condoms, and he is hoping the twink will produce a suitable one. The twink gets out the condom and some lube which he passes to Rick, then hesitates as Rick opens the lube, taking back the condom. It's obvious the twink wants to put it on himself. The twink puts the condom on Rick's shaft and turns around, grabbing his own cock and starting to masturbate again. Rick lubes up and touches the boy's ass with his finger. His hole is tight. "That's hot", he whispers to the twink, and pushes his cock against the twink's hole, teasing him, while the twink moves his ass back and forth, seemingly trying to put it over Rick's gland. But Rick wants to taste his ass first, he moves down on his knees and starts licking the twink's crack. "Yeahhh", he hears the twink moaning. "Fuck yeah", he says, while touching his own cock and remembering he has a condom to split. He inserts his tongue deep up the twink's tight hole and twists it around. The twink moans. "This fuck is going to be so damn hot", Rick thinks. The twink is busy now, jerking off hard and moaningly drifting off into his own world, seemingly using his ass musculature to take in Rick's intention to get it in there. Rick pulls on the condom with one hand. He twitches and turns it with the other while using his fingernail. The condom breaks. Rick feels triumph and relief. Everything is ready now. He gets up and checks the condom. His big red gland and part of his foreskin is sticking out of the condom. He briefly bows down to reinsert his tongue in there, saying "fuck yeahhhh" and then puts his gland into the boy using his fist. The twink moans and jerks harder. As Rick goes deeper he briefly protests vocally, but Rick keeps moving in a steady rhythm, slowly, not quite giving it full power yet. He opens the bottle of poppers he got from Jake and passes it to the twink, who sniffs if greedily. He then takes four big whiffs himself. As he fucks the twink harder and harder he feels like everything around him dissolves, and there is only him and the boy's hole. He grabs him by the shoulder, calling out "fuck yeah, this is so hot", and the twink moans "yeahhhhh". He feels the heat in his lower body, his balls, his intestines. Suddenly he feels it's Jake fucking the boy. He would do it differently somehow, he thinks. Harder, more ruthless, colder. Cruel.. Callous. He imagines Jake being poz. How would Jake poz that little fucker? He stops and breaths out heavily. This is so damn hot, he thinks. He passes the poppers on to the boy again, who says "yesssss" and sniffs at least six times. He takes some himself and relaxes. Now he will shoot him up with poz cum. He thrusts in deep. He looses track of everything for a brief moment. Is this him fucking or is it Jake? He thrusts in with force and moves in and out rhythmically, he feels his balls tingling and ready to cum. "Do you want me to cum in the condom?" He asks. "Yeah", the twink moans, visibly immersed in enjoyment. "Here it comes", Rick says. "Here it fucking comes", he repeats. He is going to poz the little fucker, shoot his dirty load. His thoughts fade and he feels his cum bursting into the twinks hole. He doesn't make a sound and keeps moving. Now his cum load is inside. He increases the speed of his rhythmic thrusts and bangs the twink's ass like a hammer, churning that load. "Yeahhh...", he calls out. The twink says "I'm gonna cum" and rubs it until he cums, spraying it over the grass. Rick can hear it falling and hammers it in deep. "Phew" he sighs while pulling it out of the twink, who quickly turns around and checks if the condom is still on. Damn, Rick thinks, and quickly puts his hand over the gland. The twink seems content with feeling the condom's presence on the base and says "Damn, that was hot". Rick asserts and they walk back. "Can I have your number?" He asks him. "I just lost my phone", Rick answers. "But we'll see each other around." The twink doesn't insist and they say goodbye. Rick starts the car and drives home. Part II B. Jake Jake sits in his living room and sips his drink. He watches the body laying next to him. How he loves male bodies, there's probably no other person in the world who loves them quite as intensely as he does. He wants male flesh almost like a meth addict needs meth. He would probably give up everything else for it if he ever had to choose. The body twitches. Well, time to get to work, Jake thinks. He gets up, puts the straight porn movie back on, and cleans the towels away. He then walks to the kitchen and pours another beer in a glass for Frank. Let's add some drops, he thinks, and takes out a different vial, dripping in a couple of drops. He returns to the living room. Frank is sitting on the bed. "Damn, that hurts", Frank says. "What the hell happened?" Jake stares at him and says: "You don't remember? You had too much. You went totally crazy, man. You even put in a dildo, and you shat on my sheets." Frank looks confused and turns deep scarlet red. "Fuck", he says. "I'm sorry man, I can usually take quite a bit." Jake grins and says "yeah.. that I know. Here, I got you one more beer." - "Thanks", Frank says and accepts the beer. He starts sipping it slowly. "So.." Jake begins. "What did you think about the guy that was here?" Frank frowns, obviously making great efforts to remember everything. "That faggot? At least he had a good hole." Frank's cock started getting hard. He sipped more beer. They watch the porn movie, silently, for a while, drinking. Then suddenly Frank's face freezes. He looks at Jake. Jake can see he is all pale, which is surprising. "What's wrong?" he says. Frank says "what the hell did that guy do to me?" Jake looks into Frank's eyes. His pupils are dilated. Maybe it's time. "Not much", he says. "He just fucked you with his HIV positive dick for a little while.. I filmed it, in case you want to watch?" Frank gazed at Jake in disbelief for at least three seconds. Enraged, he shouts "you sick motherfucker, you're fucking dead!" and tries to punch Jake in the face. Jake grabs him by the wrist. "Now, now", he hushes. "Just relax for a second. We don't want your heart going crazy on us." Frank looks faint and tired. "Bwwwhat.." he slurs. "Just relax now. Relax.." Jake says firmly. He lets go of Frank's wrist. Frank attempts to get up but stumbles. "Careful, careful" Jake admonishes and catches Frank in his arms. Frank is limp. He slaps him on the cheeks. No reaction. He measures his pulse. Good, he thinks. Now we can finish what we started. To be continued..
    2 points
  11. It's roleplay in the sense that each person has a basic way of acting and certain limits or functions, and sex is the moment where all that gets enacted, but that doesn't mean that you should translate it to all other aspects of life, the same way that (most) people don't fuck while they are eating, working, with family, etc. I actually live the same way as you do: I'm a "regular," easy-going guy in life, but when it comes to sex I let this inner force free. Consequently, while during sex I demand a lot both physically and psychologically from my subs, outside of this scenario I'm perfectly capable of exploring other areas of life and seeing my guys as something else other than a toy to play with.
    2 points
  12. I had already took a load earlier from a pakistani cab taxi driver so was full and lubed already. 2AM got a message on my cell phone, " u want fuck" I thought it was the cab driver from earlier wanting more, it wasnt, it was a tall chunky hairy pakistani driver who had got my number from the guy earlier who had fucked me. He told me that a few drivers had numbers of women that they pass between each other for sex, however; i am more reliable to get fucked and less complicated.he fucked me good and was excited that his mates load was in my arse from earlier.
    2 points
  13. Moderator's Note: Just posting something in the wrong place does not get you suspended unless what you posted is Poz Fetish or Chem Sex talk. We keep those things in the Backroom, so that guys who are not into them do not have to read about them. The other thing that gets you an automatic suspension is Straight Sex outside the area reserved for that for similar reasons. If someone gets a suspension for the wrong forum, it is because they have done it over and over again, and the points added up to the threshold for a suspension. The "math error" is explained above. You have one infraction (posting a Backroom topic outside the Backroom). It earned you a 3-day ban a 10-day posting ban. You were not banned for "a few weeks." Let's please not turn this into a competition. There are many people on this forum who have never gotten an infraction. It's not that hard to follow the rules. Here they are for your reference:
    2 points
  14. As a bottom, i love the idea of stealthing, it is a huge turn on. For me, it has nothing to do with chasing (to late for that anyway). For me there is something psychologically exciting and satisfying about a Top having His way with me without my complete knowledge. i think, as far as i can tell, for me it has to do with my complete giving of myself to my Top and His assumption that He has carte blanche, that He doesn't really need permission. my absolute favorite form of stealthing is when a Top pisses in me without asking. i guess i am so used to taking a Tops fluids that i often cannot tell by feel when He has cum or if He pisses, and am used to holding it all in, so i won't discover a Top has pissed in me until much later... and it gives me a HUGE thrill when i realize it.
    2 points
  15. Sucked a couple guys off this week...one with a huge load he had saved up for a couple days. He said he wants to stop by weekly on his way through on the interstate. After my bottoming in Chicago, I've been hungry for more, but three tops ghosted me on Saturday. Today I messaged a daddy type on Gindr/Growlr and didn't get a reply. So I left my apartment to go get some dinner and do some grocery shopping. He responded while I was eating, and he was at the mall just across the street from where I was. Decided to skip grocery shopping and go meet up with him at the mall. We took a lap around the entire mall, just chatting - he was a bit of a dork/nerdy type, but attractive. Got to the door of the mall and I asked if he wanted to get on the road (he had a 2-hour drive home) or come over. He said he wanted to come over. Followed me to my apt, very quickly got the sex blanket on the bed, lube and poppers on the bedside table, and we just went straight into some intense making out and slamming our bodies into each other. Very hot chemistry right from the start. Lots of kissing, very little oral, then he lubed up and got inside me. Fucked me on my back for the longest time...and for me being newish to bottoming, he's the first that actually felt pretty good after a couple minutes...tried changing to doggy and me on my stomach, but wasn't as good, so he got me on my back again and eventually nutted in me. Kept fucking me for a few minutes after he shot too. Then we made out some more until he rolled over and let me mount him. Fucked him steadily for a few and unloaded my boy load into his daddy hole like he asked me to. Some more cuddling and making out while he stroked himself back to life...told him I wanted his second load in my hole again, but by the time he got close, he wasn't able to maneuver to get inside me again before he shot. We're keeping in touch for when he comes back through again.
    2 points
  16. My first load of the year. I was so busy I couldn’t really meet up. My military black bull top buddy was itching to breed me and help me get my first load of the year but It was already 1/4/19. We chatted about what we should do next this year to take it up a few notches, gangbang party, cumdump and hotel breedings. I mentioned that I like to top now and then, so it would be hot if we had a bottom we can rape together. I would love to see his 9 inch black dick smash a hole and video it. he says he has a buddy he breeds now and then that lives near him. He’s Asian, 19yo, 5’1” and 110lbs. Now I’m just about 5’6 and 155lbs Japanese and under 6”, my black buddy is 5’8” 180lb and 26yo, 9”. This was going to be fun. He sends me a pic of a small fuckhole that looks like everyone on the island has fuck except me ? I meet him at his place. The fuck boi is already there. We strip and he shows me the most delicious round ass I have seen. Now I’m a bottom but now and then I love to fuck and this was one of the 18% of the time I wanted. I even took a boner pill to ensure I get my raw dick’s worth of fucking this nice young Asian piece of ass. The boy starts to suck the black dick and lifts his hole up. That pucker is like a little star ⭐️ well used and puffy. I dive my mouth on it and eat, suck, pull out and wet his cunt. I feel like I’m truly eating pussy and pulling on a clit and exposing the soft pink flesh in his boicunt. I’m making sure it’s nice and drench with saliva cause.. I ain’t using lube. Well fuck Asian bussy like this doesn’t need lube to be bred. I slid my now rock hard Asian cock in, spitting and sliding my raw dick in and out of his boi pussy. My black buddy is face fucking and chocking the little faggot. My inner “Asian Dom” beast cums out and I’m banging his now loose and well used cunt. The fucker doesn’t even blink at my rough fuck, his cunt is so well used and wrecked already, even I’m impress. My buddy hands me lube, it’s his turn to fuck this Asian hole. I told him “no need, he’s loose just do him with my precum and spit.” This drives him insane and he shoves his black cock in ripping the boys cunt. I’m in awe as this young 5’1” boy barely lets a whimper out and takes it like a real pornstar. He’s then ridding my buddy and I watch him fuck himself effortlessly on 9 inches of raw black dick... aww wish I was young like again. I have an idea and my dick is like stone from my boner pill. I go in for a double fuck. I enter and force my way in and this is the only time the fucken little faggot actually squills like a pig... my buddy fucken loves it and feels my raw dick on his. I’m jabbing my cock in and out, it’s a first for my buddy and he cums buckets with both our cocks sliding in and out of what now feels like heavenly “boy butter” around our dicks. I pull out and watch as the bottom cleans my black friend. His boi ass is expose and I go in and start using his freshly fuck cunt. My buddy is hard as rock again, comes behind me and says,”it’s your turn!” He slides his raw stick in me! I’m fucking in the middle! A loose boy cunt under me and a huge black cock behind me. Gotta check this off my “fuck list.” The boi under me leaves cause he wanna watch an old queen take black dick, he also helps my bull video tape my assault. When my buddy pull out, the boy is amaze on how “wet” my friend’s black dick is from fucking my ass. My buddy loves my well prepared wet hole. Always amazes on how prepared my hole feels. The greedy little fucker then guides my black friend, now dripping with my ass juices to his hole again. Little shit steels my fuck. I don’t care cause I’m in verse mood. I shove my dick in the little faggots mouth. My black buddy is chocking the boy while eating my ass... everyone is happy and our juices are mixing all over and inbetween us. My bull is ready to bust a load, I’m on my stomach and eating boi butter. I’m Felching the cum , lube, spit and my ass juices from this boi’s ass into my mouth and spit it in my hand. It’s a mix of the three guys juices, a delicious cocktail in my hand that I guide behind me to lube my black buddy’s 9inches as it saws into my use ass. This drives him wild and he dumps the biggest load I ever got from him. I never feel so wet before in my life. The three of us is spent! I jack off and the boi eats my cum like a starving maniac. My bull is exhausted since usually he cums once but was used by two Asian whores. He commented later like he was being rape by two bottoms and used like a piece of meat! Maybe another thing I can cross off my list. Reverse rape a hung black top with another Asian cum hungry bottom.... any black tops want to be used by two Asian cunts?
    2 points
  17. 3. Cum was dripping down the inside of my leg. My hole felt wet and slick, stuffed fill still with the plug. I turned around and sat down hard on the plug, pushing it deeper into my hole. I felt used. My cock was soft but still dripping precum. All I could thing about was how good my hole felt getting fucked, I wanted more. I needed more. I looked at my phone. Sir wouldn’t be free for another hour yet. Could I make it for another hour without even jerking off? A hunger had been awoken inside of me and it felt almost impossible to resist. Without realizing it I had started to bounce slowly on my couch, rocking my plug back and forth in my hole. A small moan slipped out of my mouth and I opened Scruff again. I messaged the daddy who just left to say thank you for breeding me, and then as I started to scroll Sir texted me. “How’s that pussy? I bet you just got it filled again, didn’t you boy?” How did he know! “I did Sir,” I texted back, “how did you know?” “A hungry cunt like yours can’t stay empty for long. Who bred you?” “A hung daddy from Scruff… honestly I didn’t ask his name.” “Good pig.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Are you still plugged?” “Yes Sir.” “Excellent. I’m done with work early. You ready to for Sir to work that pussy open more boy?” “Fuck yes, Sir!” “Come over now.” I grabbed the same clothes I had on earlier and pulled them on as quickly as I could. I practically ran out of the door. Quickly as I could, keeping the plug tight in my hole, I basically jogged to Sir’s apartment. I buzzed his door and the door clicked open. When I got to his apartment door it opened before I could knock, and there he stood again, completely naked, his magnificent cock half hard already. He grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me inside. Still holding my shirt, he shoved his tongue in my mouth, his other hand drifting to my ass quickly finding the plug in my hole and pushing on it. I moaned into his mouth as he worked the plug in my hole. He broke the kiss just as suddenly as he had started it and practically ripped my shirt off over my head. I shoved my pants down, and kicked my shoes off without pulling away from his grasp and Sir growled his approval. “I could tell you were going to be a good pig. You’re going to make an excellent cunt.” He spun me around and shoved me against the wall. “Stick that ass out for me boy.” I obeyed, shoving my ass towards him and arching my back, my arms braced against the wall. I had expected him to play with the plug, maybe eat me out again. What he did however was like nothing I had ever felt. He pulled the plug part way out of my hole, lobbed a big glob of spit onto my open hole and then shoved two fingers in next to the plug. Slowly he worked his fingers in and out of my hole, forcing more and more of the plug back into me till finally I had both the fully knotted plug and two of Sir’s thick fingers stretching my hole. I was like putty in his hands, whimpering and moaning as he ruined my hole. “Look at those nice pussy lips starting to form. This is going to be an amazing cunt. I’m going to ruin you boy. You’re going to be nothing but a wet loose hole for men to breed. Is that what you want boy?” “Yes Sir! Ruin me please." “Good boy. You couldn’t help yourself this afternoon, could you? You needed more cock.” “I did Sir.” “I bet your cock hasn’t stopped dripping precum since you left here.” “It hasn’t Sir! I'm so horny.” “Perfect, and I know just the way to keep you like that. Come with me boy.” Holding the plug in place, Sir pulled his fingers from my hole and led me into the kitchen. “Stand right there boy.” Sir went to the freezer and pulled a handful of ice out, along with a small clear plastic object I couldn’t quite make out. With a wicked smile on his face Sir walked back to me and grabbed hold of my cock with his hand full of ice. It was so cold I gasped and tried to pull away but Sir held firm. “Stay still boy, I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to get your boy dick to go down a little.” I tried to steady my breathing and relax. Slowly I felt my dick going soft in his freezing hand. After what seemed like forever he took his hand away and then, tossing the ice into the sink, started to pull my cock and balls through what looked like a clear cock ring. Then he pushed a small clear shaft over my cock, it too was cold and I my cock shrunk a little bit more. Sir pushed the sheath over my cock and then connected it to the cock ring. He produced a small cylinder on a key from somewhere and locked the two together. I now had a small clear cock cage locked over my cock. “Now you can only cum when I want you to.”
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  18. 2. I sat at home an hour, naked, my cock dripping, the butt plug still deep in my hole. I couldn’t focus. I kept rocking on my couch moving the butt plug around in my hole, feeling it stretch in different directions and pull at my well used ring. It felt good, but not as good as Sir’s cock had felt, and a little voice inside my head started to wonder if I could wait till Sir was done with work. Maybe Sir was right, maybe I did need fucked again right now. Some part of me still couldn’t really believe I was doing it, but I pulled up Scruff and started looking for someone who looked like he had a big cock and would use me like Sir had. I started to scroll, and looked anew at some of the guys who had said they weren’t into “just a blow job.” With my new need to be fucked a whole new set of guys were available to me. I had one in mind really from the start if I am honest. A 45 year old Daddy, a little on the heavier side, with hard furry pecs. He also sent me pictures of his monstrously thick cock. Every time he messaged me he said he wanted to pound my hole and I’d always put him off. But not today. I sent him a quick hello and scrolled through more guys while I waited. It didn’t take long for him to rely. “Hey! How are you today?” “I’m good. Kinda horny,” I lied. I was dying I was so horny. “Same. Although I’ve told you before I’m not into the blow job only scene.” “Well that’s good,” I replied, “'cause I want you to fuck me.” “Oh yeah? What changed your mind?” I thought for a long moment and then decided to answer truthfully, “I just too my first raw cock and honestly I’m horny as fuck for more.” “Fuck! How long ago?” “Like a few hours ago.” “Oh shit! His load still in you?” “Yeah. It's being held in by a butt plug.” “Fuck yes! You want me to add to that cummy hole?” “Yes Sir! Come over and breed me.” I sent him my address. “Be there in 15. Leave the plug in but be naked. I don’t have a lot of time today so I want that hole ready.” “I’m already naked. Come and get it,” was my response. He said nothing else, and my heart was pounding for the eleven minutes it took him to get to my place. I buzzed up the Daddy and then waited by the door for him, my hole clenched tight around the plug wedged in me. When he knocked I flung the door open, forgetting for a second that I was naked. “Good boy,” he said pushing inside. He closed the door behind him and pulled off his shirt. My cock dripped with anticipation as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. He hadn’t bothered to wear underwear and his cock was already half hard. Without having to be told what to do I dropped to my knees and swallowed his thick mushroom head. His cock wasn’t as big as Sir’s but it was thick and I knew it would feel amazing slamming in and out of my wet hole. The Daddy was clearly only interested in having me suck him just long enough to get him completely hard, because as soon as his cock was at full attention he pushed me off and said “Bend over the couch kid.” I jumped up off my knees and rushed over to the couch in my living room. I knelt on the seats and bent over the back, exposing my plugged hole to him. “Fuck you weren’t kidding. That’s fucking hot boy. Be even hotter if that hard little prick of yours was locked up in a cage. Show everyone what a good bottom slut you are.” He started to pull on the plug, first tugging it back against my ring and then pushing it back inside. I groaned, and he laughed. “You love feeling this plug in your cunt boy?” “Yes,” I whimpered. “I bet you’ll love my cock even more then,” and suddenly he pulled the plug from my hole with a wet pop. I gasped, I felt cold air hit my hole and knew that I was gaping open from being stretched for so long. Then warm spit hit my hole followed by the unmistakable head of a cock. I pushed back against his cock, willing it inside of me. I was in no mood to be teased. I wanted that dick and I wanted it right now. The Daddy quickly obliged and grabbing my hips, slammed his cock all the way inside me. With a grunt he began to slam into me. A wet squishing sound seemed to echo around me as he drilled my wet hole. I knew this wasn’t going to be a long fuck. This man intended to rut my hole, this man who’s name I also did not know, was going to breed me. His right hand left my hip and entwined itself in my hair, pulling me up and forcing my back to arch deeper. He slammed harder and harder. Finally, with something like a roar he pushed my face down into the couch and rutted his cock balls deep in my ass, his seed pumping deep into my guts. He held me down until he was finished. He stayed there for a minute till his breath returned to normal. Then he withdrew, roughly shoving the plug back into my hole. I whimpered. “Stay just like that boy. I want to look at that well bred cunt as I leave.” I obeyed and stayed on the couch with my ass in the air until I heard the front door close. It was then that I noticed the puddle of precum on the couch from where my cock had dripped and quickly lapped it up. I was still so fucking horny.
    2 points
  19. As a top, I've found many bottoms want to be dominated. I'm a rough-around-the-edges type of guy anyway, so I'm not the type to finesse a bottom. Usually guys like when you're kind of a dick about it.
    2 points
  20. 3. The new Owner lead me into his house and straight down to a basement, the place was lit by fluorescent lighting and what looked like a hospital bed. He pulled me towards it and I got more nervous and sweat broke out. “Don’t worry Boy I really am a Doctor, actually from now on I will be your primary care. I take care of all of us in our little circle. So now need to worry about your health care. I just need to give you a check up and make sure you are prepped right. Now stand over on the tiled part under the shower” I stood in one of those shower areas like they have at the gym turned around. He pushed a dolly cart in and on it was a boar bristle brush, straight razor and shaving soap. “First thing your Daddy asked me to do was make you look more like a good boy and get rid of that hair. For now it will be temporary but he may want to do a laser treatment but for now hold real still for me.” For the next hour he meticulously shaved my entire body from the neck down with that razor. My cock remained hard and leaked the entire time as I felt the razor scraping across my skin. I had never had the urge to shave my body. But in truth I couldn’t wait until he had finished so I could see what I looked like. “Now I won’t be doing your hair but when you get to the Barber he might want to change it a bit” With that he ran warm water and had me stand under the spray. The water tingled across my skin. Somehow I felt even more naked, just looking down I looked at my cock so proud and standing erect and looking huge. I ran my hands over my body and loved the feel. Next he lead me basic to center and started coating my skin with a thick cream. “This should burn off any stray hairs, now don’t move and don’t make a noise” A burning sensation spread across me and it felt like I had been sitting too close to a fire. My skin felt tight and a whimper came out of my mouth, still for some reason my cock was hard and leaking. After 20 minutes he put me back under the water and rinsed me off. I was then lead to a table in the center and the Doc strapped in in and put my feet in stirrups. My ass had never been so exposed before. My head went back and I could see myself in a mirror in the ceiling. Staring back was someone totally different. No hair anywhere, precum pooling in my belly button and my legs spread and locked wide. “So I am going to take some blood and run some tests later to make sure you are in good health so we can get your meds worked out late. Then we are going to work on the ass of yours. Need to stretch it a bit and make you a good boy power bottom.” The next 15 minutes was me getting usual doc visit, blood was taken temp and all that. It felt weird that he was so clinical and yet I knew he had just fucked me less than 2 hours ago. Finally he wrapped up and reach over and took this metal buttplug (hey I know I’m new to being a fuck toy but I know what a butt plug is). This one was different and had wires coming off of it. He lubed my ass and quickly popped it in my ass, surprisingly with no pain. He then played with a boy and I felt my ass clench down and a wave of pain mixed with pleasure shot through my cock. A gasp escaped my lips. “Just a little stimulation while I go change and take care of some things. Back in about an hour” A whimper escaped my lips as the waves became more intense and less predictable. Sweat started to break out and my breathing became heavy as I watch Doc walk away and up the stairs. My cock bobbed with each jolt and fresh precum leaked out not so much that it was dripping off to either side. I was amazed at how fast things had changed, from engaged to whimpering in a strangers house getting shocks in my ass and shaved. My mind began to whirl as the time passed and I had no idea what was going on.
    2 points
  21. as a submissive slutty cumdumpster faggot and t-girl, i get fucked by lots of dirty nasty men that love to use,abuse and degrade trashy whores like me.a great way to show a faggot that you have no respect for it is to choke and strangle us.hard.i love it when men choke me with their cocks or wrap a belt or rope around my neck and choke me while they fuck me but my favourite is to feel the big strong manly hands wrapped around my throat strangling me from behind or while i lay blindfolded in a bathhouse sling.love it when i pass out and wake up with a different stranger fucking me.i even love it when one man strangles me while another fucks me. what is your favourite way to get choked and strangled cumdumps? tops, whats your favourite way to choke out a faggot while you fuck it?
    1 point
  22. Always up for swapping piss with other dirty men. Outdoors in jeans and boots
    1 point
  23. THE CORRUPTION CONTINUES CHAPTER ONE After the scene at the bistro, Pat’s relationship with his bitch wife was officially over. In an effort to end things quickly, he actually convinced the cunt to take the house (including the majority of the contents) and her shiny sports car as her settlement. No alimony to hold over his head for years to come, just a clean break. And trust me, she’s the kind of parasite who would milk him for alimony until the day he died. Pat continued to stay at the cheap motel he’d been checked into the night he came to me, even though we spent most of our free time together now. He blocked out all of his buddies who tried calling him to ask him, “What the fuck?” when they heard about his divorce. Not to mention the fact that his skank ex-wife felt no shame in spreading the word that he was a faggot now. Little did she know how bad that made her look. She could have had the sexiest man in town all her own, but she couldn’t keep him happy. In fact, I made sure that word spread that she practically pushed him into my arms. And bed. It took so little effort to let everyone know that she was a shrill, frigid, caustic shrew who knew less about pleasing a man than the butchest of diesel dykes. The other reason Pat insisted on keeping the motel room long-term is because he liked the seedy nature of it. We fucked there often, making sure that people walking past or in nearby rooms could hear two guys fucking like animals. He had gone from ‘so naive’ to ‘such a pig’, it made my head spin. And my heart flutter. Despite the motel room, he basically lived with me. All of his clothes were at my place. That’s really all he took away from his marriage. That and his truck. And all of his tools. He was a man who works with his hands and needs his tools to work. He didn’t want anything else from the house. His clothes, his truck, his tools, and his dignity. What more does a horny single hunk need? With no bickering, his divorce was final after a month. After that everything changed. Pat had really gotten to love having a pig at his disposal. I literally sucked his dick anywhere he wanted, and bent over for a fuck anywhere he needed. Basically any time we were in his truck, I was leaning over and sucking him off or slathering his balls. We fucked beside his truck in a packed parking lot, and only one guy walked past us and grunted, “Faggots” at us. He was smiling, though, so he wasn’t going to cause us any problems. He fucked me in public bathrooms, clothing store change rooms, adult book stores and bath houses, cruising parks. Anywhere and everywhere. I was a slut in HEAVEN. But with the finalization of his divorce, Pat took a turn for the darker. He had started paying more attention to the guys around us while we were pigging out. Mostly at the bath houses and book stores, he started to notice some of the men who he hadn’t seen fuck me yet. Well, actually, we’d been fucking so much that he hadn’t told me to take any other cocks since those first couple of meetings. Since we were more ‘together’ it’s just been us. Until he started looking around at other guys who seemed to want in on the action. The sick looking guys. Skinny, wasting, gaunt, with KS lesions. He started asking me questions about them one night as we lay in bed after a particularly satisfying fuck session. “They have AIDS, don’t they?” he asked me, his arms around me, holding me tight to his body while we spooned. “I’m sure some of them do,” I sighed. “Does it ever worry you? You’ve let me encourage you to take loads from a few strangers and I never once thought about what it could be doing to you.” We had already discussed we were both negative shortly after our first fuck session, so he had an idea of what we might be getting into. Although his concern was seriously sweet, it was also getting me royally horny again, and I couldn’t help but shove my ass back towards his cock, which I found, had begun to fill out once again while we talked. “I lived too much of my life worried about the consequences. And I never had any fun,” I told him. “That’s why I started going to the book stores and being a slut. I know enough to know that it isn’t a death sentence, and the guys I know who are infected fuck like you wouldn’t believe. I always felt like I was missing out.” “But those guys who are sick . . . they could die, right? So it still could be a death sentence,” he pointed out. “Yeah, but some men who have full-blown AIDS have let themselves get to that point. They love having the virus so powerful in their systems. It’s a high for a lot of guys.” I continued to rub my ass on his now-hard cock, hoping he’d take the hint. Pat reached around and grabbed hold of my own rock-hard throbbing dick, and he laughed. “Fuck, feels like you might love it, too. Are you seriously this turned on because we’re talking about AIDS?” “I guess I am,” I replied, reaching back and lining him up with my already-cum-sloppy hole until he started to sink back into me. I was surprised to feel Pat get even bigger and harder inside of me, and he growled sexily in my ear as he began to ram me harder from behind. Normally getting fucked on my side wasn’t my favorite position, but this was feeling damn good to me. Intimate. “Uh! It -feels like -uh! like you -uh! enjoy it too!” I managed to grunt out between his urgent thrusts. Pat’s grip around me got much tighter, as if he was trying to possess me, get as deep as he could into my greedy pig hole. “Fucking right,” he grunted. “Let’s do it.” “Do what?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I really wanted to hear him say the words. “Get AIDS. Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he roared, squeezing me to him as his balls drained their payload into me. After we came back down and got our breathing under control, I rolled over so we were face to face, kissed him, and then just stared into his beautiful eyes. Pat reached up and caressed the side of my face and smiled at me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “Get infected, you mean?” I asked, to which he nodded. “I always expected it to happen sooner or later, so I’m fine with it. I just wasn’t sure if it was something you would be okay with.” “It scares the fuck out of me, I’m not gonna lie. But....” He stopped and looked down towards his crotch and then back up at me and grinned. “I think that says it all.” I glanced down. His cock as throbbing hard once again. Clearly he liked the idea as much as I. “Okay, then. Looks like we have a consensus,” I laughed.
    1 point
  24. I decided to hit the Club as I was in St Louis. As I had never before been there, it took some time to find my way around, but on my first Round I found the booths where I also found a nice cock and after some convincing, a load in my ass from another nice cock. It was a nice back and forth with him reaching and playing with my larger guiche which I had gotten that same day. That was really nice. Realizing the Club, unlike some baths, stored all the additional 'amenities' at the front, I headed back to the front where I grabbed some poppers and had some alone time. Round 2. I headed back out, this time through the steam room. Now keep in mind, not a lot of guys were there, but those that were looked promising, including a well-hung guy sitting in the steam room. I chose a nice corner in which I could have been readily fucked, but all too quickly the heat caught-up with me, so I headed out, still up on poppers. Returning to the booths for another round, I heard the click of the latch on the door of the middle booth. Apparently the occupant had just left. So I entered that booth and found a cock, mmmm, nice, about eight inches, was sticking through the glory hole on the right side of the booth. I opened by sucking on it, and after some time turned around and presented my ass, the ultimate pleasure. He was quite willing to fuck me. Aligning my ass just right, and, fuck, oh yes. He pounded deeeep. About someone entered the booth on the left side of my booth, and a second cock presented itself for my services. Well, the only bad thing I’ll say about the booths is, perhaps, they're too wide. I had to struggle to get keep my ass in the position to get deep-dicked, yet to stroke myself, and finally to suck the other man's dock. The set-up really wasn't working very well for me to service the two cocks simultaneously. Still, I did my best to suck the one guy, pleasure myself, and still concentrate on satisfying the cock in my ass, but the guy fucking me was not going for the quick load, but the long haul. About then another cock slid through a second glory hole in the booth to my right, so now I was stroking myself, trying to suck two cocks, and to get reamed by a third guy, (or in this case, technically the first, since his cock was in my ass before I began playing with either of the other two guys). There were a couple of ins and outs on the side booths and as much as I’d have love another couple of loads in my mouth, the cock and the spacing just wasn't good. Finally the guy fucking me said "I wanna fuck you in the sling." So, as I had never been in a sling, but had been enticed by the prospects of doing so, I was sure up for that. The two of us made our way to the sling, I got into position, and, with my legs back, his cock was deep in my hole. I loved the experience. A couple of guys peered over, watching, some smoking. I found myself thinking of each voyeur 'I bet you wanna be next', and sure enough, one guy came over and began playing my ringed cock and balls. The top in my ass was pounding along, which meant this was probably the longest, most frustrating fuck I’ve had. He continually teased me, seemingly without intent of actually cumming, but to my pleasure his rhythm picked-up, his breath became increasingly ragged, and his increased sweat told me he was close, so with each deep thrust I milked his cock with my ass muscles. His moans drove me nuts. Suddenly he stopped. I continued trying to milk his cock, and could feel his cock swelling as I clamped down. Oh, fuck, what a sensation. I couldn't have been happier. Then he withdrew. I automatically said 'thanks', but the sensation of having no cock in my ass was frustrating. Needing a rest I headed back to my room to watch some porn, take some poppers and stroke myself for a bit.
    1 point
  25. Yes. I have always lived by the rule that I don't "make" guys do things to me...I make them want to do the things I want them to do...even if they don't think they can or want to do that particular act...
    1 point
  26. If i possess any "pickiness" when it comes to sex, it's that i hate role play. If i am doing the contacting, i pretty much never contact a "versatile" and often steer clear of 'versatile top." One of the first questions i ask a guy who's profile has either of those designations is: "does it bother you that i am total bottom?" i know some guys are more fluid than others, so i'll never pass up a guy who wants/needs to breed, but if they are wanting cock, or to flip, i politely give them my love and wish them luck. i do not consider them bad or inferior, just not good chemistry. To me, compromising on who we are is what devolves into role-play. To me, it's not really sex if i am playing a role and if i detect my Top is roleplaying, it loses something. That's putting it gently, i have actually had to stop myself from laughing when i encounter a guy who is obviously not used to being a Top or is just trying to role play dominance. Some of my most meaningful and powerful encounters with Dom guys have been with Dom's who were not overt about who they are... i.e., they weren't hung up on "Sir" or descriptors, they just were. Honestly, there is nothing that brings the sub out of me more deeply than what i call a "subtle" or "affectionate" Dom. i know i use this Guy a lot as an example here, but that's just an indicator of how deeply He 'marked' me. He was about as opposite of "Nazi homophobic..." as one can get. He made me without really having to talk about it (i.e., i didn't have to tell Him: "i'm sub). He knew, and was confident enough to just presume on me. He has an 8" very thick cock, the kind i don't usually run to suck on because, well, it's so big it's harder to fit and put pressure in the right places and please, so just His size had me feeling inadequate from the start. He took a casual, relaxed position on my bed, sitting and leaning against my headboard, legs spread. He guided me to lie between His legs, facing Him. He let me start out sucking Him on my own, but soon He was directing me. He was soooo encouraging, but in an unrelenting way, like there was no question that He was going to get what He wanted. He kept 'encouraging' me to take His cock completely, saying things like "all the way" and "take it around the corner" . When i managed to get it in all the way, He'd insist that i look Him in the eyes, which was really awkward in that position. i was gaging and my eyes were tearing. When i would have Him all the way in my throat, He ask "do you like that?" while i was looking in HIs eyes. He knew i couldn't answer, but had an expectant look on His face that i would answer, so i'd try, but couldn't. When i'd get His cock in my throat, He would excitedly gush: "Good boy, i'm so proud of you." The combination of His words and what i was doing made me feel both proud and embarrassed at the same time, which was a total mind fuck for me. He got inside my head really deep and played me with ease. i only saw Him that once and have not seen Him for over two years, but i literally adore Him to this day. After He was done, He took me to dinner... we walked down the sidewalk and as we walked, He casually reached over while looking straight ahead and put His hand down the back of my jeans and ran His finger along my crack, then withdrew. i wanted to fold into Him then and there. There was no Nazi or overt bullying, but He took possession of me and knew it.
    1 point
  27. Personally it's pure roleplay (but I'd never pretend it is!). Whern I get fucked I really *want* to be used, debased, treated like trash and told I'm just a hole. And it empowers me. But out of bed (or wherever) I want to be treated nicely. Before I received my first load and became obsessed I used to complain thst every bottom's dream man was a Nazi homophobic army soldier that hates you. But that was before... I never talk about my "normal" life and never tell guys about my 120+ IQ. Thast would destroy the fantasy.
    1 point
  28. A party my ex organised for me and filmed me getting fucked and bred by 14 tops one after the other, I got fucked in every position, spit roasted and DP'd what more could a slut ask for?
    1 point
  29. when i was younger and fucked safe it was really hot and scary when a condom "broke" and it was usually with the sames guys that condoms broke over and over util they convince me to just fuck bare cause i had taken their loads. now i only play bare and at that time I dint know what stealthing was. but it was done to me many times and it was hot
    1 point
  30. always thought it would be hot if the top told me as he is cumming that he is pozzing my
    1 point
  31. 8. Jesse My phone woke me. It was the familiar chime from the booking app. As much as I wanted to turn over and go back to sleep, it was the essential sound of a pay-check. I reluctantly rolled over, grabbed the phone, and tried to focus on the screen. It was a direct message from a client. "Sore. Need some deep relief this morning." He also gave the details of the hotel he was in. It wasn't far, and I needed the money. I had scored a bag of tina the previous night, but it had come dear. Even though it was early, a bit of extra cash wouldn't hurt. "I can be there in 20," I wrote back. "$250 for an hour. I'll take care of any soreness." I had no idea who he was so I was going to be perfectly ambiguous. There was always a risk, but the hotel he was at was not cheap, and there would be plenty of video cameras in the lobby. "Perfect. Room 1620. You can come right up." I always re-packed right when I came home so I could be ready to go, all the way down to re-filling and preparing the pipe. After that, it took only a few short minutes to make sure I was clean and ready for whatever. I pulled on a jockstrap, sweat pants, and a close-fitting tank top. I timed it perfectly with the Uber, and in less than ten minutes total, I was on my way. Once on the freeway, the Uber driver looked back at me in the rear-view mirror. "On your way to a job?" he asked. I nodded to him, silently wishing I had done a hit from the pipe before leaving. "Pretty early, isn't it?" "Yeah," I said. "But some guys like it in the morning." There was no point in pretense any more. "Oh," he said. "I know how that goes." He laughed. "But, lucky for you, it's my evening." He laughed for a second, satisfied with his attempt at a clever joke. "You ready for it? Head screwed on right?" "Fuck, I dunno man. Was just wondering that myself." "Good man. You gotta think about yourself first. What gets you ready? What puts you in the mood? I got it all, just let me know. I just got some great E, dope-ass weed, and just picked up some really clean ice." The day was off to a good start. I was on my way to a client paying nearly double my normal rate, and my Uber driver was offering to get me high. Not to mention I had another client later in the morning, a client who was always up for partying, playing, and pozzing. "PnPnP" he called it. "You have ice? You mean, like tina?" "Fuck yeah," he said. He was smiling, happy to have found a fellow traveler. "You want to try some? This stuff is fucking awesome." He handed me a pipe and a torch. "Don't worry. It's on the house." That explained a lot. He wasn't just an Uber driver; he was also a drug dealer. It was a good idea; he already had an excuse to be driving around, and the drugs let him make plenty extra on the side. Before I lit the torch, I looked around. The streets were sufficiently empty that I lit it. I knew the ritual well, and in just a few seconds, I was huffing down the thick white clouds. It hit me fast and hard, and I coughed out most of the first hit. "Careful there. Do another hit to get the full effect." The pipe was still warm, so it was barely a second before I was filling my lungs again. I knew what to expect this time, so it was easy to get every cloud I needed. "That's right. A good hit." I nodded, and then pulled the pipe from my mouth. I held it for as long as I could, then exhaled. It nearly filled the back of the car, momentarily blocking my view. "Fuck, that's nice," I said. The tina was hitting me. I could feel the pangs of sleaze radiate outwards from my dick, my brain was drenched in a rainbow of depraved thoughts, and my hole could never get enough dick. "Do one more hit," he said. "Gift from me to you." I didn't need to be asked twice. The tina was still warm in the bowl; it took only a second for the thick clouds to form. I inhaled as deep as I could. The next hour would be interesting. I had no idea who the client was, what he looked like, or even what he wanted from me. The first few minutes were always the most difficult; it was my job to put him at ease. My lungs filled with the tina clouds and as the drugs soaked deeper into my mind, I spun out alternative stories of what would happen at the hotel. He could be a younger guy, using his dad's credit card to explore his sexuality. Or an older man, finally breaking free of society's restrictions. Or maybe he knew what he wanted, and his husband couldn't bring himself to give it to him. Finally, I had my fill of the thick smoke. I handed the pipe and torch back to the driver. He took a quick hit from the pipe before it cooled down too much. "Yeah," he said, as he exhaled a thick cloud. "Fucking awesome shit, isn't it?" "Yeah," I said, finally exhaling the hit. "Gets my head spun on right." "Right on," the driver said. He handed a card back to me. "Take this." I read the card. "Tariq A.: Weapons of Mind Destruction" It had a number on it. "Always happy to make a deal with another working stiff." He reached down to his crotch; even from behind it was obvious he was playing with his dick. "Damn. That bitch tina always makes me horny." "Yeah," I said. My dick was hard and my ass was twitching. That was the sign of some really good crystal. Far too often, it would tilt me in one direction or another. "Fuck it does." I handed him my card. "Jesse James. Massage." My phone number and e-mail were on it. "Damn. You busy this afternoon?" "Not yet," I said. "Two appointments in the morning." "Awesome. You can help me with his." He motioned for me to lean forward and look. I hadn't really noticed Tariq until now. The driver was medium height, dark skin, and a thick beard. He was in a dark blue uniform, with a bit of grease smeared on his pants. Before I could even wonder, I saw his dick, a fat shaft that looked like it hung down to his knee. "Yeah," he said, laughing. "It's ten inches." Before I could say anything, he suddenly stuck it back into his coveralls, and buttoned them up. "Almost there," he said, motioning me to look. About 4 blocks away was the hotel. I wanted to taste his cock, almost badly enough to tell him to stop. Luckily, the last vestige of the rational spoke for me. "Cool," I said. "I'll give you a call when I'm done." "I'm gonna look forward to it," he said. "You're fucking hot." "Thanks," I said. I leaned back and gathered up all my stuff. "You too," I said, wondering what his cock would feel like in my throat. Suddenly, Tariq put on the brakes. I looked up, and saw that we were still a block away from the hotel. He pulled into one of the many empty parking spaces on the side. He looked back at me, offering me the pipe. "One last hit?" he asked. "Fuck yeah," I said. The first few hits had hit me and I no longer had the willpower to refuse more crystal. I took the pipe and torch, and stuck the pipe in my mouth. Only after I had heated up the bowl did I think to look around me. Luckily there wasn't another soul in sight. I inhaled deeply. I no longer had any fear of the thick clouds; I wanted to get properly spun up before meeting my next client. "Do a big hit," Tariq said, egging me on as I drained the bowl several more times. "Make it impossible to care anymore." I inhaled once more, and felt my lungs fill with the clouds. "Perfect," he said, as I pulled the pipe out of my mouth. There was a long pause as I held the hit, feeling the chemicals infuse into my blood. "Hold it," he said. I held on for a few seconds more, before exhaling the thick cloud that filled inside of the car. Fuck," I muttered. "That fucked me up." "Good," Tariq replied. "Do another." "Not sure I sho..." I started, but Tariq cut me off. "Do it," he said. The tina was hitting me hard, and I couldn't argue against the animal logic of pleasure. I put the pipe back in my mouth; it was still smoking slightly. "Big one," he said, as I heated up the bowl and sucked down the clouds for what seemed like five minutes. Tariq took the pipe back from me, as I held my hit. He took several deep breaths from the pipe, before putting it in the ashtray. Before I realized it, he was out in the road again, racing down the street and towards the hotel. The sudden burst of speed caught me by surprise, and we were practically pulling into the hotel driveway before I thought to blow of my cloud. I tried to roll down the window, but it didn't work. "Sorry," Tariq said through the thick fog. "It's broken. But I'm sure they already know you're a tweaker." The crystal had already hit me, so I found this funnier than anything else. "Here you go," he said, coming to a stop right in front of the hotel's door. "Thanks," I said. "I'll talk to you soon." As I stepped out of the car, I was glad I had at least worn the jockstrap. I hadn't really been able to hide the cloud that fell out of the car, but at least the jockstrap kept me merely to a visible bulge. I slung the backpack with my supplies over my shoulder, and grabbed the portable massage table out of the trunk. I held the table in front of me, to keep anyone seeing my erection. The hotel was set up so I had to walk right by the reception desk on my way to the elevators. The hotel had a good reputation among the working boys, and this morning was much the same. I recognized the man behind the front desk. I had met him a few years ago at the bath house. Since then, there had been many opportunities to swap clouds swap loads. "Good morning, Mr. James," he said. "Glad to see you again." "Good to see you too, Colin," I said. "Why don't you ask for me on your way out," he said, which was the way he said I was going to get fucked and bred on my way out. "Will do," I replied. and walked on to the elevators. The elevators were totally empty, and I was taken directly to the sixteenth floor. Room 1620 was at the end of one of the corridors. If the tina hadn't totally messed with my sense of direction, it would also have great views. I put down the table to knock on the door. That meant when he opened the door, he'd immediately see my bulge. It took him only a few seconds to come to the door. I heard his footsteps, but then they stopped. There was quiet, which seemed to stretch for hours. But it was just the tina fucking with me. But then he could see how hard I was tweaking. But I could control it, at least for a bit. The paranoid scenarios played out until the door quietly opened, and I got the first look at my newest client. "Hi," he said. "I'm Tim," he continued. He was in his mid-forties, but still had a muscular body. He took care of himself, and his self-care routine clearly included a bit of ink, a lot of time at the gym, and an occasional booster shot of testosterone. His chest was covered in dark hair, mixed with an occasional fleck of grey, but the two-day stubble on his face was much greyer. I allowed myself a quick look down; he was wearing a pair of dark blue gym shorts which did a bad job of hiding an erection. "I'm Jesse," I said. I wondered why a man like that had to pay for sex. I'd even hit him up on Scruff when I was off the clock. "Good to meet you, Tim." "You too," he said. "Can I give you a hand with that?" he asked. He reached down to grab the table and I caught a glimpse of a wedding ring on his left hand. It was surprising to see it. "Yeah," I stammered, "That would be great." I couldn't tell if Tim's spouse would be a man or a woman. I stepped in behind him, and paused to glance around the room. It was a big room; big enough that the king-size bed at one end seemed almost small. The room was dominated by the window: an entire wall was floor-to-ceiling glass, looking out over the ocean and the start of the hills. It was still dark enough that the grid in front of me was demarcated by streetlights and traffic. "Fuck," I said. "Nice room." "Yeah," he said. "Although, I did get upgraded." "Lucky." "I know. I decided to reward myself." "Yeah?" I asked. "Yeah. That's where you come in." Tim pointed to an envelope on a shelf by the door. "That's for you." "Thanks," I said. The exchange of money was always awkward, but Tim seemed to have done it before. Again, it didn't really matter. I'd let Tim do almost anything to me. Or I'd do anything to him; we still hadn't really talked about what he was interested in. My head was spinning from the tina, and it was hard to concentrate. My thoughts were racing, from one sleazy scene to an even more depraved one. I took the table from him, and quickly set it up in front of the window. I knew the windows were reflective enough to keep anyone from seeing in. "You want to get comfortable?" I asked. I pulled a few supplies from my bag: a towel, a bottle of oil, and a small black bag. That was the one that contained the party supplies: pipe, torch, poppers, and extra favors. "Comfortable? Now?" Tim asked. "Well, you know. Strip down," I said. "Well," Tim stammered. "Well, you know. I was kinda jerking off right before you arrived." His hand automatically went for his groin. As he brushed against the shorts, I could see his cock jump and move. It was thicker than I expected. My hole twitched, wondering what his manhood would feel like as it stretched me open. "Hey. That's cool. We all do it." I smiled at him, and pushed down on my dick, letting him see how hard I was. The tina was driving my every action, and it was hard not to start jerking off right then. Still, it did give me an evil thought. "What were you thinking about? You know, when you were jerking off?" He turned bright red. The blush covered most of his torso, and made my dick throb. "Uh, you know. Just watching stuff on the web." The blush had given it away. I could hardly hide the fact that I occasionally did porn. It was my best advertising. It also meant that he was at least open to barebacking, not to mention some of the more inscrutable kinks I had allowed myself to engage in. "Yeah? What of?" "Umm, well, I mean," he stammered. Finally, he said it. "To be honest, you." "Me?" I asked. He nodded. I smiled. "Cool," I said. "Now, let me see you naked." My ass was twitching and my dick was throbbing. I didn't know what I wanted more: his hole or his pole. Tim stuck his hands into his shorts. He started to push them down, going far enough to expose a thick, dark bush of pubic hair. He stopped though, and asked "What about you?" "Don't worry. We'll get there soon enough." That was enough to satisfy him, and he pushed his shorts over his dick allowing it to spring free. It was a proper daddy cock: about 8" long, thick like a can of Red Bull, topped with a thick head. "Nice," I murmured as he stepped out of his shorts. He moved with blunt male force; he relied entirely on his muscle, with little finesse. "Turn around," I said. His ass was like the rest of him: muscle, with just the right amount of hair. I wanted to get down on my knees in order to worship his dick and rim his ass in preparation for fucking. He gave me only a few seconds glimpse of his ass before he turned back around. He was stroking his dick, which was now pointing upwards, a bit of pre-cum at the tip. "Uh," I started. "Um." Now it was my turn to stammer. "Which video were you watching?" I managed to ask. "Some cocksucking movie. You were hanging off a table, getting your throat fucked." A bead of pre-cum leaked from my dick, even as my throat tightened. From the few words he said, I remembered the movie. It was for a series called "Throat Fucking." It was on of the first times I had to stop and hit the pipe in order to continue the scene. "Throat Abuse" I said. "Yeah! That's it! Fucking amazing." "Yeah," I said, a little less enthusiastic than Tim was. The top, Max, was hung, at least two inches longer than Tim, and just as thick. The scene was supposed to take only an hour. Luckily, at the end of the second hour, Max let me stop and take several big hits from the glass pipe. I needed the courage and strength the crystal provided several times over the next few hours of throat abuse. The final video was only ninety minutes long, but it was a compilation of nearly six hours of continuous cocksucking and throatfucking. Afterwards, it took several days before I was no longer hoarse and my throat was no longer sore. "It was intense," I finally said, by way of summary. "I was hoarse for three days." "Fuck, that's hot," Tim said. He was slowly stroking his dick, staring at me. "My wife barely sucks me off, much less let me face-fuck her like that. But fuck, that's hot." He trailed off, like he was about to say something, but instead, he just played with his dick. "I want to see you naked," he finally said. "Yeah?" I asked. He nodded, and I slowly pulled off my tank top. This was important; I was seducing Tim. He had already told me everything that I needed to know about how he wanted the morning to go down. But I still had some power. If I did it right by teasing him just precisely and pleasuring him absolutely perfectly, I would stay in control. If I stayed in control, all I would have to do is suck him off. But if I didn't do it, he would end up face-fucking me. "You like?" I asked as I pushed down my sweat pants enough to show him the waistband of the jockstrap. "Hell yeah," Tim said. "When was the last time you sucked a guy off?" "Uh," I mumbled. "Last night," I said. Now it was my turn to blush. "Hot," Tim said. "You swallow his load?" "Yeah, I swallowed," I said. I licked my lips at the memory of how his salty-sweet load filled my mouth. "I always swallow." "Fuck yes," he said, starting to stroke his dick faster. It was my turn to act; I stepped forward and knelt down right in front of Tim. He stopped jacking off and let his hands fall to his side. I took a few seconds to admire his dick. It was pointing up slightly, a long, thick slab of meat already starting to drip pre-cum. I looked up at him, and he nodded. "Go ahead. I know you want it." He was right. My head was spinning, and all I could think about was licking his cock. Another hit from the glass pipe, and I would even be open to getting throat fucked. I opened my mouth and licked the bead of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. "That's right. Lick it up," he grunted as I ran my tongue over and around his dickhead. His pre-cum was salty, and also a bit bitter. It was a familiar flavor; it was the taste of a man who drank a bit. The tina allowed me not to care. It was pre-cum, and that was a plenty good start for me. Before I realized what I had done, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. It seemed so small and inconsequential, but it was an act of submission before him. I may not have been prepared for him to throat fuck me, but I no longer believed that I had a say in the issue. If he asked for anything, it was now my job to make his request happen. Tim picked up on the change in the power dynamic. "Fuck yeah, cocksucker," he grunted. "Make my cock feel good," he continued, as he insistently forced his shaft deeper into my mouth. It wasn't long before the tip was pressing against the back of my throat. "Come on, man. Take my cock. Take it all the way." It was a strange mix of ordering me to do it, and pleading with me to do it, like he hadn't fully internalized his position as either the dominant man or my client. "Yaaaa," I said, doing the best I could with his fat cock in my mouth. I kept my vocal cords relaxed, and swallowed slightly. For most guys, that was all I had to do for them to slip into my throat. But, of course, Tim was a lot thicker than most guys and I was thrust into the discomforting experience of forcing myself onto his cock. "Ohhhh yeah," Tim grunted. "Swallow my whole fucking shaft," he continued. He rested his hand on the back of my head. He gently pushed down on my head. It was barely enough to even move my head, but the psychological impact was intense. Tim had paid for me; I was only his plaything now. Even worse, all I could think about were ways to please Tim. I wanted to be his toy. I quickly swallowed another inch of Tim's shaft. "Mmmmmmmmmph," I grunted, getting one last gasp of air before Tim's shaft blocked my throat. At least then, I would be able to swallow the last few inches of his fat manhood. "Mmmmmmph," I grunted again and then pushed myself forward. An inch of his cock slid past my lips, and his dickhead pushed deeper into my throat. "Almost there, faggot," he said. He put his other hand on my head, and applied real pressure. The last two inches of dick disappeared into my mouth. I was humiliated: naked, on my knees, impaled on another man's cock, and yet, thanks to the tina, I was loving every minute of it. I wrapped my hands around his muscular ass, and used it to leverage another precious few millimeters of his dick into my body. "That's what I want," he said. "Hungry for every damn inch of it cocksucker?" he asked. I nodded my head but kept my eyes locked on his. I wanted him to know how much of an honor it was to be sucking on his dick. Some part of my head knew that I was spun out on tina, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was Tim's cock, and it was my sublime duty to ensure its pleasure. "That's right," Tim said. "Keep your eyes on me. And keep my dick in your throat." I swallowed, trying not to gag as the muscles down my throat constricted around his shaft. "Oh hell yeah," he moaned. "Massage my dick." I grunted, and swallowed again. I was simultaneously trying not to pass out from lack of oxygen or gag from the massive dick in my throat, but the swallowing pushed me over the edge. My body contorted as I gagged, trying to get the invading shaft out of my throat. But Tim tightened his grip on my head. "Come on, Faggot. I know you can take it." I closed my eyes. It didn't matter. Due to the position of my head, I couldn't see Tim any longer. With my throat utterly filled, I just imagined learning to breathe through his cock, and slowly inhaling: in and out, in and out. "That's what I meant faggot," Tim finally said. I was still on my knees, worshipping his cock. He was forcing his cock in and out of my throat in the same rhythm that I had been mediating with his cock. It was a deep, pure connection we had developed in those short few minutes, powered by the tina I had done, and the load Tim had stored in his balls. "You're taking all of it. No chick's ever done that before, cocksucker." I could do little but slightly nod in agreement. It was enough to demonstrate on Tim's manhood, and let him feel just how good his cock could feel. "You know what I want?" Tim asked. I nodded my head. I was still sober enough to know exactly what it would be like, but spun enough that I thought I wanted it. "Yeah," he said, smiling as I nodded. "You know it. You want it too, don't you?" He pushed his dick all the way into my throat. "I'm gonna fucking rape that throat of yours." "Nnnnssth," I managed to barely grunt. It was the sound a man made when he broke, and became completely a cocksucker. It was a sound only a tweaked-out faggot could make. It was the sound of a "no" turning into a "yes." I pulled off his cock; this time he let me. When his cock fell out of my mouth, he stepped back, and I stood up. Behind me, against the window, there was the massage table. I walked over, and got on the bench. I was on my back, and it took a few seconds to adjust myself. But I quickly found the deep notch at the head of the table, and let my neck slide into it. "Fuck yeah," Tim said. I opened my eyes, and saw his thighs right in front of me. I looked up slightly, and saw his cock hanging down, thick and heavy. Without even thinking I opened my mouth and craned my neck, eager to resume my worship of dick. "Hungry, aren't you, cocksucker?" he continued, as he pressed his dickhead into my mouth. "Mmmmm," I moaned as Tim jammed his dick further into my mouth. "Oh god," Tim grunted. He was impatient, and within a few seconds, his dickhead was pressed against my tonsils. "Oh fuck. There's nothing," he started. He pressed his hips, and his dickhead pushed right into my throat. "Oh, fuck yeah," he said. The first time, the last few inches had been a struggle. But since I was flat on my back and my throat was stretched out and aligned properly, it was at least physically easy to swallow his entire dick. On the other hand, mentally, it was never easy to get throat-fucked, especially in this position. Cocksucking always involved a bit of submission; getting down on my knees and letting another man put his dick in my mouth always seemed a bit demasculinizing. Being on my back, my head held in place by the very design of the table, and my mouth already filled with a stranger's cock was the ultimate expression of my cocksucking obsessions. But these considerations were not Tim's concerns. He pushed his cock all the way into my throat, and held it. I reached back to grab his hips but before I barely moved them, Tim used both hands to pin my wrists back to my chest. "Just take it, faggot. Don't fight." He wagged his hips side to side which only pressed his cock against new parts of my throat. As much as I was already struggling against his facial assault, these new pressures were too much. My body was jerking and twitching as it fought against the thick shaft invading my airways. "No, faggot," Tim murmured as he pinned me down against the table, his hips ramming his cock into my throat, and both hands holding me down by my chest. "You're gonna let me fuck your throat. I've seen how hungry you get. You know you need it." I nodded as best I could, but my movement was limited by the design of the table and the depths of Tim's penetration. But even that small bit of movement was enough to set off another round of gagging. "Fuck yeah," Tim grunted, as he stroked his dick in and out of my throat, "Fucking massage that dick. Fucking hot cocksucker gagging on my goddamn hard cock." He pulled his cock out, leaving only his cockhead in my mouth. For a brief moment, all I felt was emptiness. His cock had seemed like an integral part of my existence, and now, it was suddenly gone. But I quickly realized that I needed to breath. I inhaled great gulps of air; it was warm from our exertions, and I could smell the sweat dripping off of Tim's body. "Oh yeah," Tim grunted, and slammed his cock back into me. All my muscles stiffened as I tried to fight off the intrusion, but Tim held me in place as he forced the whole length of his penis back into my mouth and throat. "Just take it," he continued. Thanks to the tina, my mind was racing, but I forced myself to focus. Having Tim's cock back in my throat helped; it was a single truth that I could build off of. It also reminded me that Tim was paying me to make him feel good; I was his fucktoy for the morning. "That's what I wanted, cocksucker. Getting to fucking rape your throat." He pulled out a bit, just enough for me to gasp some air, before he slammed it back in. "Fucking." He pulled out and slammed back in again. "Rape." Another slam, this one was harder. "It." One more slam, this one hard enough that he grunted with the exertion. I could feel the subtle synchrony of his heart and his cock; the massive shifts of his shaft were mind-blowing and overwhelming. "This is your fucking god," Tim said. "Worship it" Tim's cock seemed near perfect. It was the brutal triad of thick, long, and hard. There was only one way I could show my love and devotion to his dick and that was to worship it with my mouth and throat. Mostly my throat. In the moment, I found the openness and willingness to donate my throat completely to Tim. The urge to gag disappeared; instead I was hungry for every thrust of Tim's cock, and feared each parry when his dick disappeared from my throat. It had taken time and drugs, but I had entered the cocksucking zone. "Fuck this is good," Tim said, pushing his dick all the way back into my throat. I just nodded. Besides, nodding was all I could do because my head remained impaled on his cock. Each stroke of his dick reminded me of my submission to his manhood, but the strokes also reminded me how badly I had needed another man's cock raping me. My tina dick had disappeared, and it was replaced by an impressive boner. Tim noticed my boner. "Seems like you're enjoying it as well," he said. "And the harder I fuck you, the harder your dick gets." He slammed his dick into me; it felt like he was ripping my throat in two. But despite the agony, my dick was throbbing. I was a cocksucker, doing what cocksuckers were born to do. The connection between Tim and I was perfect; his thick, hard cock in my throat, my warm, wet throat massaging him to certain orgasm. Time ceased to matter; all that mattered was Tim's cock. Tim was an expert face-fucker; he knew exactly when I needed to breath, and when I needed to struggle against blacking out. I hoped my instinct about when to kiss his cock and when to suck it were as good for him. Over the course of the next hour, we combined our efforts and worked together to bring Tim to the edge of orgasm. By that point, I was coated in sweat, and my eyes were red and teary from the efforts. "Fuck, cocksucker. You ready for my load?" Despite it being a rhetorical question, I still did my best to nod my head. I'd do almost anything to get cum, much less a load from a man like Tim. "Hell yeah, faggot. You're gonna get a big one." He slammed his cock back into my throat, rubbing the base of dickhead across the raw, inflamed surface. "Uuuugh," I grunted, wishing he had not been quite so forceful. But it was a brief thought because Tim slammed into me even harder. My nose was pressed up against his balls; they were pulling up tight to his body in preparation for unloading their prized fluids. He was close to cumming and despite my own agony, I couldn't deny him the last pleasure of my throat. I swallowed, forcing myself to ignore the soreness. "Oh fuck," he grunted, another slam into my throat. One hand was on my chest, holding me down. The other hand had slid to my throat, and it was now wrapped around me. "I can feel my dick in your throat." He slowly pulled out, and I felt the pressure from both his cock and his hand on my throat. "Fuck I'm getting close," he grunted, pushing his cock all the way into my throat. "Fuck," he moaned, and held his position. I was already struggling not to gag. But the sudden jet of sperm into my throat was too much. My body twisted, as I tried to escape Tim's dick. "No, faggot," Tim said. He was holding me down with ease, even though I was fighting him with all my tina-addled might. "You're gonna take my load. All of it, faggot" Tim had filled my throat and stomach with his cum. It was good for me to have his seed in me; the warm fluid calmed me down, and helped to suppress some of my baser instincts. Having coasted my throat with his spooge, he pulled out so that his dickhead was all that remained in my mouth. "I want you to taste my seed," he said. His cock obliged, and deposited a thick wad of sperm across my tongue. It was salty and bitter. It was the kind of taste that would be hard to get out of my mouth. "I want you to walk out of here with my cum on your breath," he said; he knew just how bad his cum tasted. Nevertheless, I savored each precious drop. He indulged my debased need by giving me three more spurts of cum. By then, I was getting the dirty dregs of his balls. Just from the thick texture and bitter taste, I could tell that the spooge dripping down my throat was a sickly shade of yellow. I wasn't surprised that his wife didn't want to go down on him; only the crystal was allowing me literally prostitute myself like this. "Fuck, faggot," he grunted. "You're a goddamn champion cocksucker." He gave one more thrust into my throat, and it was just enough to inflame my already-raw lining. "Drained my fucking balls." His cock throbbed, but only a small dribble of cum leaked out. "Damn, that was what I needed." He pulled his cock out of my mouth, pausing just long enough for me to lick his dickhead clean. "You good?" he asked, but with the tone that made it clear it was time for me to leave. Perhaps he was embarrassed in the unpleasant, brutal clarity that may follow an orgasm. I nodded, swallowed, then raised myself up from the table. Despite the brilliant sun of the morning, the room was hazy, and I had to wipe my eyes to see clearly. My cock was still hard, but it was unlikely I was going to get off here. I quickly put on my clothes and took down the massage table. As I packed away the supplies, I noticed the black case. My pipe was in there, and I longed for its thick clouds. But it wasn't yet the time. "Thank-you," I said, as I stepped into the hall. I grabbed the envelope by the door. "It was a pleasure." With the door closed, I took a quick peek at the time. I had been with Tim over an hour and half. Suddenly, I had become paranoid that people could tell I had spent most of that gagging on another man's cock. I looked around quickly. But the hallway was empty; and far from being ashamed of what I had allowed to be done to me, instead, my dick was rock-hard. I adjusted my backpack, and carried the folded massage table down the hallway to the where the elevators were. As I was waiting, my phone vibrated with a text message. The message was from the husband of my next client. "You and me. We're gonna help Seth get his first booty bump."
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  32. Although I practice (because of the claims of many tops) but hate this preclean ceremony. Of course when I go from home to some fuck place, I clean myself, but it is difficult when I go spontaneous or catch a quickie. Anyway, if top’s cock became messy I clean it with my tongue. LoL
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  33. I did it countless times before and do it actually as well. as much i can get. i feel like a dirty pig and horny like hell at the same time.
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  34. Finished the year off with surprising good fortune. 1. Wife went shopping so I took the opportunity to visit a favourite local beat. First up was a 30ish guy I lured to a secluded spot beside the Duck River. Wasn't great - too many mosquitoes and the guy was more interested in sniffing my stale amyl and watching porn on his phone. I worked on his semi-hard cock with my mouth and finally succeeded in getting him to wank out a load onto the dirt. Waste of time really. 2. Drove around to the other carpark beside the main river. About to leave when an older gent I recognised pulled up and walked into the riverside toilets. I followed and we had a nice kissing, fondling & sucking session. Never sure exactly what this guy wants but ended up sucking him off in the cubical. Left him to clean up (the rather spacious cubical includes a washbasin) and walked outside - and immediately caught the eye of a young Arab-looking guy in black chinos and tee. He went into the toilet block but soon came out again. 3. I went back into the toilet and realised the older man was still in the cubical. I stood at the urinal and sensed the young fellow come in and stand at the door behind me. Soon the older guy finished up and left. the young guy went into the cubical and for a moment I thought he was going to lock the door - but no, he left it ajar and beckoned me in when I looked through the gap. He briefy fondled my arse and I felt his warm, hardening cock through his pants which he soon lowered to reveal a beautiful 7" curved uncut cock. I bent down to start sucking and again he fingered my arse, so I unbuckled my shorts to give access. Then my heart sank as he said "Do you have a condom?" "No" ... oh well, at least I might get to blow that enticing cock, which I proceeded to direct into my throat. Then I sensed him spitting on his fingers and felt them lube my arse. I stood up and he assertively turned me to the wall and with no further delay firmly pushed his member into my hole and began to thrust. Christ it felt good although hurt at first. As he started to pound me I tried to find my amyl but couldn't reach it - then nature asserted and it started to feel really good. He increased the intensity of his thrusts, slamming hard and noisily as I braced against the wall. Then he slowed down, fucking his load deep in my guts, then pulled out and began fastidiously cleaning his softening cock in the washbasin. I just had time to finger his cum in my hole then pulled up my shorts and left, sitting in my car feeling the wetness in my underpants. After I got home I messaged a recent contact on Squirt, who was bored at work and wanted me to squeeze out the load and take photos for him. Results were not great but he was happy to see pics of my used arse.
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  35. 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.
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  36. most of the gus in the sketcheysex porns ..love to be tied yp around a pole, gagged ad have them all line up to tape my faggot hole ..or b the clean up crew after a video shoot, id lick up all the cum spilledon the floors, couch, etc..
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  37. Always ommando - except for work meetings. I love the way my PA feels banging around in my shorts or jeans and definitely enjoy my own crotch scent whenever I unzip to piss during the day, keeps me horny all the time and can be a great icebreaker since I tend to be rather shy.
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  38. The Restroom A delicate flower. Exquisite. Innocent. Ripe. He is looking at me, a gentle boy, soft as goose down, naïve. He shivers a little, eyes wide, deep, dark. I brush his black unkempt hair from his forehead. “Monsieur,” he whispers, a voice like honey. “Yes, boy,” I reply. He doesn’t understand my English. I touch my finger to his lips. He kisses it. Little playful kisses, a game. He grins, a beautiful smile, joyful. He giggles. “Monsieur,” he repeats, and I melt. I kiss his hair. A hint of grease, a tinge of shampoo. Flowers, soap, exotic fruit. He is a smoker, I can tell from his scent. “You’ve never kissed a man, have you?” I tease. He doesn’t understand. I laugh. He laughs too. I lean forward, hold his chin and kiss him. A soft kiss. Mint, beer. His mouth is eager. He groans. Shivers. I hug him, his denim jacket damp. He feels warm, and I kiss his head again. Outside, on the motorway that leads to Paris, the traffic rumbles. Cars and trucks crossing the country, transit, movement. In the restroom it is cold, water drips, scents of piss and disinfectant. My hands are on his back. They travel down. I squeeze his ass. “Oh, goodness,” I mutter. He whimpers. I cup his crotch. He’s big, I can tell. And rock hard. “Show me,” I whisper. “Show me your cock. Take it out and show me.” My tone is flat, firm. He shakes his head, confused. There is Gypsy in him, a darkness. I unzip his fly. He is nervous now. He glances at the door. His anxiety excites me. I am a hunter, and he is my prey. He stands still. Obedient. Frozen. I inch my finger into his fly. It is warm, a little damp. He hisses. I pull on the elastic. His pubic hair is thick and wiry, warm to touch. “Show me,” I repeat. I nod reassuringly. He squirms, a grimace of a nervous smile. His eyes plead, burning with lust, tormented with shame. He squints, then with a final groan he pulls out his cock. I grin. I am lucky. His cock is beautiful. Hard, too hard. So hard it is purple and vascular, uncut, dripping pearls of precum. His cock scents the air, making my mouth water. “Good boy,” I say softly. The Room He came with me. Followed me like a lost puppy. We are in my room now, in my room by the side of the motorway, a bland room. It is private, the door locked, no-one can see, no-one can hear. This is the room where his life will change, the room where our destinies will merge. He trusts me, adores me. I am older than him, a father figure. I want him, and I want to own him, to make him mine. He is undressed now, down to his underpants. Vulnerable and shaking, his skin white, his body a little soft, like a cherub. He hugs himself nervously, his large teen cock tenting in his red briefs. He tries to hide it with both hands. “It’s OK,” I murmur. He shakes his head, and suddenly hugs me. Now it is my turn to gasp and tremble. I almost feel bad, I almost relent. I almost want to extinguish my anger. I toy with making him leave now, leave before I change his life. “It’s ok,” I repeat. I take off my shirt. I am muscular and strong, an older man who works out. He looks at me, he is hungry. I can see it in his eyes. “Tattoo,” he says. I guess the word is the same in French. He runs his fingers over my chest. “Scorpion,” he grins. I laugh. “Yes, a scorpion,” I say nodding. He makes a grimace of approval. “Good,” he says in thickly accented English. “Yes, good,” I say. “Maybe. But they bite.” He shakes his head, confused. My Cock, Harbinger “Look,” I tell him. I drop my trousers, I unhook my massive cock from my briefs. I am conscious I haven’t showered. Yet the thought of the boy’s virgin lips on my ripe cock head excites me. It will be part of his defilement, part of the fall. His eyes widen. My cock is so hard. I flex it, I want to impress him. “Your first taste of cock,” I say, more to myself. He is looking at me like a kitten. I press down on his shoulders, and he collapses to his knees, my cock pressed to his sweet nose. He breathes in, intoxicated, drunk on my scent. I motion for him to stick out his tongue. He shakes his head, his mouth slack. I rub my uncut cock head on his lips. He makes a low growl. A little trail of precum glistens like lip balm. I cry out in sweet joy as his mouth opens and he takes most of my cock. He splutters and gurgles. My toxic seed awakens in my balls. Soon, my beauties. Soon. The Bed He is lying face down on the hotel bed, an offering, a sacrificial lamb. My French, Gypsy boy. His ass is soft, plump, hairless, white. I caress it, it’s beautiful, warm. I encourage him to hold open his cheeks, exposing the prettiest hole, forcing him to co-operate in his own degradation. He is exposed, his most private place on view, his balls hanging. I lower myself to lick him, man tongue on teen-hole, a heavenly tang, a taste of heaven. He is groaning, arching, a young virgin bitch in heat. He gasps into the pillow. I dare to introduce my finger, marvelling at the warm, tight sensation. I need to be inside him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur, my cockhead pressed to his pink hole. Purple flesh on white skin. He is squirming, trying to reach behind him. I take his hand in mine. “Relax,” I hiss. I hold a bottle of poppers to his nose. “Breathe.” He cries out, but my cock slides inside without mercy, gripped by velvet. I cannot hide my cruelty, my mask falls. I laugh, mockery in my tone. He cannot tell, he is in a trance, the trance of an 18-year-old with a big cock up his ass for the first time. I force more poppers into his sweet nose. He is open now, loose and damp. Conception I am close, my cock raw, swollen and dangerous. I fuck so hard that the bed is creaking. He sweats and writhes, his boy’s face screwed up, contorted in sweet agony. He laughs and groans. “It’s time,” I hiss, I feel my cum swirling, an ache that delights. I cannot hold it. “Fuck!!!” I scream, my seed shooting out of me, deep inside him. Potent seed. Bad seed. He turns round to kiss me, the face of an angel, eyes sparkling with life and bliss. It is done. I pull out, and my seed drips out, milky and alive. I lean forward and lick the foam. It is done.
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  39. I think it's more of a bottom declaring his ass is open to all tops....just my 2 cents.
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  40. i LOVE licking and drinking out or urinals and toilets! My favorite thing to do it bring a little plastic cup with me so i can scoop the piss out of the toilet and gulp it down easier
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  41. Are you worried about them fucking while they have a threesome with you? I can see how that might be something you don't want to be a part of. I think you can ask them not to. Nothing in your story makes it sound like the son is being damaged by this sexual relationship. I would let it go.
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  42. Hope that shirt has some big sweat stains in the pits - love hot piss from a ripe, musky bear!
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  43. Hello - Oh Yes ! I been there but was Help from another male ! I was at a party and getting high - very horny - while in the bath room / shitting - a stud and perverted guy pulled out his dick . It was very hot seeing a monsterious dick - started sucking his dick - he made it a skull fucking mouth session - then he pissed in my mouth . Next thing he did was pulling me off the toilet seat , after I finished - forcing me licking the toilet seat / bowel and while he was fucking me raw !
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  44. ***I actually stole my own idea and incorporated it into this part of the story. I have an entirely other story that I wrote months ago (yet to be posted) about a construction crew. To be added sometime soon*** CHAPTER THREE Pat and I resumed our fucking like animals after that session at the book store just because it felt fucking good, and if I happen to already be infected, then his chances increased. But it was more about the fuck until a few weeks later when I went to get tested. I hadn’t experienced any sort of symptoms, but that’s not always an indicator. And shockingly my tests came back negative. I couldn’t fathom how that was possible after all of the furious pounding I took that night. Pat could see the disappointment on my face as soon as I walked back into the apartment. “Are you kidding me?” he asked. “Still negative,” I sighed. “I guess it doesn’t matter either way. We’re still fucking, right? And if you want other guys to fuck you, go right ahead. It will get done sooner or later.” His words were encouraging, and he’d never told me to let other guys breed me other than when he was with me, but I guess he was giving me the green light to amp up my efforts. We continued to peruse stories on Breeding Zone in the hopes of getting some more good ideas that might tip things in our favor. After all, we’d only done one gang fuck. And sure, lots of those guys said they are poz, but they might have been undetectable. Well, not all of them, but some of them must have been. And there is the possibility that some of them said they were poz just to get in line to fuck me -Pat had said ‘Poz guys to the front of the line’. Anyway, it’s not like we were going to quit pigging out just because we finally convert. If anything, we were hoping to open ourselves up to even more depravity. “How was your day?” I asked him, flopping down on the couch next to him with a glass of wine. “Weird,” he replied, frowning. “Word has spread to the crew that I left my wife . . . for a man.” “Uh-oh. Are they giving you shit?” I asked, worried that he might find himself in a situation where he might be outnumbered by a bunch of homophobic assholes. “A couple of the guys gave me some strange looks at first, but a few of the others kind of broke the ice during lunch.” He stretched out his legs and put his feet up on the coffee table and his arm went back and over my shoulders, holding me closer to him. “They started asking me why I left her, and then why I decided on guys.” “What did you tell them?” We’d never really discussed what went through his mind during that time. All we knew is that I sort of seduced him and drew him into my wicked web of sex games. Kidding. Sort of. “I kept it basic. Told them she was a bitch who only wanted to shop and never put out.” “What did you tell them about me?” This I had to hear. Pat chuckled a little before replying. “You might enjoy this. Or get pissed at me.” “Spit it out,” I urged. “I told them that you were a whore for dick, and couldn’t get enough of mine,” he said quickly, sounding worried that I might freak that he’d told a bunch of strangers that I was a whore. “Sounds about right,” I murmured into my wine glass before taking a mouthful. “Did they leave you alone after that?” “Hell no. The questions kept coming. How much sex? Any weird places? Did I let other guys fuck you? On and on. I didn’t say anything about us trying to get pozzed, but I told them that you got gangbanged at the book store a few weeks ago. That got their attention quick,” he laughed. “In what way?” “Honestly, even though I know that most of those guys are straighter than straight, they all had tents in their pants when I was telling them about you.” “Haha, I’ve never been nailed by an entire construction crew,” I joked, taking another swig of wine. “Yeah, that’s the thing. I think they might want to try,” he told me reticently. “I never knew how some guys just like to fuck, no matter where their dick goes. So even though a lot of them are married and don’t have evil wives like I did, they still need more sex than they are getting.” I sat back a little so that I could look directly at him. “Are you serious? Do you really want to have another gangbang with your entire crew?” As much as I always loved the idea of my man pimping me out, my mind was still spinning with this scenario. It was also taking us off track from our goal of getting infected. Still, who in their right mind would turn down an entire construction crew of red blooded, virile, buff studs? So, naturally, I was getting seriously aroused and my mind slowed it’s roll. “Only if you want to,” Pat told me. “Do you want me to?” I asked him sternly. If he was concerned about how it would reflect on him at work, I would never risk it. I certainly wasn’t lacking for dick. Pat shrugged his wide, muscular shoulders. “I think so? I never had to think of this stuff before I met you. But I do love to watch you take dick,” he concluded, and the tent in his own pants filled in any other blanks there might be. After he fucked me right there on the sofa and dumped a nice big load into my ass, he sat there with his phone texting some of the crew, spreading the word that we were having a gangbang at his hotel room this weekend. And he made sure that they all knew that condoms were not allowed. “I told them all that you’re a cumwhore -that’s what one of the guys at the book store called you and I definitely think it fits,” he told me. “Mmm,” I growled, “You know how much I love it when you call me names,” I said, climbing back into his lap and freeing his hardening cock from the confines of his pants once again. As his stiff cock slid back into my cummy hole, Pat’s hands held me firmly, guiding me up and down in a slow and pleasurable fuck. “I like the reaction you get from it, but you know I would never hurt you, right?” he asked me. "And you mean a lot more to me than just a place to put my dick." “I know,” I panted, still bouncing up and down on him, varying my ride from short and quick to longer full-dick-length strokes. “And lets keep the poz-chasing between us. I don’t think any of the guys I invited have any diseases and we don’t want to scare them off before you get all of their cum,” he said, grinning evilly. After I rode him for a few minutes he also said, “And depending on how strenuous the gangbang is, maybe we’ll have some poz guy over after they’re all done with you.” That got my heartbeat racing and I slammed myself up and down on him harder than ever, desperate to feel him spraying my insides with his stud seed. With his hands gripping me tightly, he pulled me down hard, burying his cock balls-deep in me. His head fell back and a growl ripped from his chest as his balls fired off inside me. I leaned forward and kissed him as he continued to drain inside me. My own cock was still hard and throbbing, but I honestly didn’t care about it. I was already planning how I could take on the entire construction crew and get some poz dick afterwards.
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  45. CHAPTER TWO For a couple of weeks after that first conversation, Pat and I became obsessed with getting knocked up. We read stories and posts on Breeding Zone for hours (and then fucked like animals), learning every sexy trick and every kinky tip we could so that we could start our journey. “I still don’t want anything up my ass,” he told me, adding “I love it when you lick me, but I don’t want to get fucked. That’s going to make it harder to get infected, right?" “It’s not just about fucking and cum. It also needs to get into the bloodstream,” I reminded him. Then I had an idea. “How about this: we get me royally fucked up, used by every sick and nasty fucker we can find until I’m infected. And then we rough up your dick, make a few scrapes or cuts so you’re bleeding, and then we bottle brush my ass so I’m bleeding, too.” His crotch was insanely huge by now, and he was smiling so vibrantly. “And then we will fuck and become one,” he concluded. “It’s kind of beautiful in a way, don’t you think?” I never realized how much of a romantic he was when we first met, when he just looked like an intense and studly construction worker who might be a little rough around the edges. Inside he was such a soft, but right now, one part of him most definitely wasn't soft. I slid closer to him, wrapped one arm around his waist while the other went into that crotch bulge. “I think it’s very romantic,” I told him. “It’s like we will become two parts of the same person.” We kissed and then he rested his forehead against mine, sighing contentedly. “I never thought I would feel like this. I barely knew this even existed. Getting married never came near to how close I feel to you.” His eyes were closed and his voice was quiet, tender. “I love you, too,” I told him, sensing that he’d been holding back just in case. I noticed his eyes were now open, so close to mine, staring deep into my soul. He was also smiling brighter than I’d ever seen before. “You love me?” “As if you even have to ask,” I chuckled. Suddenly his behavior changed, almost as if he was possessed. He lunged at me, we both fell back until he was on top of me, as he held my face in his two big hands. Between hard, wet tongue kisses, he moaned “I fucking love you, I fucking love you so much.” Hearing those words, coming from this beautiful man’s mouth, for me . . . that was a moment that would be forever etched in my mind. I never wanted to forget what it sounded like for Pat to tell me he loved me, although, in honestly it was very unlikely I would forget his declaration. I always considered myself on the good-looking side of average, while Pat’s on an entirely different level. I found it almost unfathomable that he would be so into me. But he was. Lucky me. Anyhow, now that we had a plan, we just needed to begin. Our first stop, in a moment of nostalgia, was the book store where we first hooked-up. Pat’s romantic idea. He wanted to fuck me in the same booth that I’d sucked him off. He also commented he was now kicking himself because he hadn’t fucked me on that occasion, so this was the opportunity to correct the error. We went on a busy Saturday night, the place was buzzing, so that was a good sign. We had to wait a while until we could get into ‘our booth’, so we just stood against the wall, making out and pawing each other like horny teenagers. Other guys walked around us, playfully swatting my ass or grabbing one of us, but we just took in the attention and tried to appear we welcomed it. We needed to convey we would be open to having others join us. Finally we got into our booth. Pat was a little nervous but excited as he told me to strip down to my jock strap. He had planned ahead and wore tear-away nylon trackies, so he quickly removed them but kept his tight tee shirt and boots on. I didn’t mind. While I love being shared, I wasn't necessarily over the moon at the idea of sharing my man. I knew it wasn't fair, but I couldn't help it. Anyway, we were there for me that night, and believe me, Pat's needs would be fully addressed, so there was nothing to worry about. We opened by my sucking his cock just enough to get his dick wet, and then he turned me around and entered my ass, grunting loudly how hot it was and how good it felt. We went all out and put on a good show for the guys in the ABS that night. While Pat nailed me from behind, he angled me closer to the glory hole on the left where a dick was poking through, ordering me to suck it, hoping the guys within hearing range would get the hint that he was in charge of me and that I would do whatever I was ordered. It was a nice dick to start off sucking, not small but not big. Just right to take down my throat, and soon I had a man moaning at both ends. Between the dude with his dick in my mouth and Pat, they were surely drawing us lots of attention. Pat slam fucked me, not holding anything back because he knew that if he tore me a little, my chances of infection were significantly higher. After about five minutes he reached behind himself and opened the door so that the guys wandering the halls or standing listening to our show could also watch. I glanced over my shoulder, to take a quick look before resuming sucking, and saw that there were at least half a dozen men stroking and drooling over us. Probably more that were out of my sight line. “You going to let us use your slut?” I heard one of the men ask Pat. “Fuck yeah, that’s what he’s here for. Trying to get him knocked up,” Pat grunted out. “Your bitch is open for business,” one of the other guys grunted. “Poz loads to the front of the line,” Pat panted. His thrusts were getting more urgent, until he gripped my hips especially tight and plunged in balls-deep, growling as he erupted. “Fucking take my load!” he ordered. I was about to pull off of the dick I was sucking to encourage Pat, but at that moment the dude on the other side of the glory hole started moaning and I knew that he was shooting, too, so I kept my suction up and drained his balls as Pat did the same in my ass. When they were done, I stood up, turned around and opened my mouth to show Pat I hadn't swallowed the guy’s load. A few of the guys outside the booth could also see as much. Then Pat and I kissed passionately, swapping the load back and forth until we’d swallowed it all. Then he gave my ass a squeeze, told me quietly that he loved me, and then turning back to the crowd asked “Who is poz?” Shockingly, every guy that I could see put his hand up. My lucky night. “Good, looks like you’re going to have some fun,” Pat laughed. I looked at the crowd of men and smiled. This is what I loved about book stores and bath houses - every man that I could see was just a regular guy. No pretty boys or high-on-themselves younger types. Just men needing to get their rocks off. And a few of them looked a little sickly, too, which is what Pat had been especially curious about. I knew that he would pick one of them to be the first in me, as indeed he did. Pat pointed to a man nearest the doorway and he immediately joined us in the rather cramped booth. Pat stood as far to the side as possible, still having a good angle to see my face and my ass when he wanted. The man who would be my first infector looked late 50’s, very skinny, definitely sickly looking. Or he was just a junkie. Either way, we knew he had tainted cum and that’s what we were there for. We didn’t bother with any preliminaries, the man just sunk his quite nice looking cock into my cum-lubed hole. I moaned out loud immediately. “Fucking right, this pig loves dick in him, doesn’t he?” he asked Pat. “More than anything,” Pat replied to him, his eyes locked on mine. We both knew that I loved him and his dick more than anything, but why ruin the mood with a little reality? These guys want me to be a filthy whore so that’s what I’ll be for them. “Well, my meds quit on me a while back and the doc has me on nothing right now, so you’re going to get a full charge from me tonight. You okay with that?” he asked, addressing both Pat and me. “Give it to him,” Pat encouraged. “Please, give me that fucked up seed!” I begged. “Poz me!” I demanded, sure that everyone in the book store could hear. And, for that matter, hoping any poz guy in the place would want a crack at me. He didn’t take long, (but then I doubted many of these guys would, if only because they’d all been jacking their dicks as they watched Pat fuck me. He’s hot enough that all of them were likely on the edge - just from his presence. The sick man gripped my hips tight with his bony fingers and grunted as I felt his dick pulse inside of me. “Giving it to you, faggot. Take my disease!” he yelled as his balls drained. He let his dick in me for a minute as his balls finished emptying, and he sort of petted my back, telling me, “I fucking love giving it to chasing pigs like you. Makes fucking so much hotter and you’ve got a great ass to fuck.” With that he slipped out of me, stepped back and disappeared in the sea of men waiting their turn in me. “Who’s next?” Pat hollered. Still bent over, I glanced back over my shoulder to see that every man had his hand in the air. My stomach did flips, I was so excited. I was finally getting used the way I’d always dreamed about. And with this many men, it was certain to be a long and busy night. Just as I finished that thought, another hard cock slipped into my loosened and wet hole.
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  46. Hot story , will there be any more or is that the end?
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  47. This is actually a true account... I met Coco through a mutual acquaintance. I was still new to parTying and had few to no reliable connections to hook me up with parTy supplies. So I accompanied my friend S***** when he offered to introduce me to his dealer.I was a bit freaked to say the least, especially once we were turning onto his street, which was in the heart of a bad neighborhood in Central PHX. We got to his place and knocked, and that was how I met Coco. Nothing to swoon over, he was about 5'10" and someone who would check the "more to love" box if he filled out a dating profile. He was a complete asshole. I was told he was bic and that he had an 11" cock. He was part black, white, and PRican. Anyways he gave me his number and told me to call if I needed to stop by again. I started going on my own, and after a few transactions when he decided I was cool, he told me to chill for a bit and handed me a bong. He had to show me what to do. So he tells me to hit it a few times and I'm higher than I have ever been before up to that nite. We start talking and he starts up the porn he had been watching before I arrived. It was a straight porn, but the dudes got me horny. We kept smoking and do some hot rails. I'm so f'd up by this point my lips get loose and I ask if he is really as hung as I had been told. He said yeah, but I asked him to prove it. He dropped his bball shorts, no undies and sure enough, a girthy uncut and hardening 11" cock jumped out of the waistband and slapped his stomach... he told me I could touch it if I wanted, so I got off my chair and climbed on his bed with him. He took off his muscle tee and before I knew it I was sucking his cock in nothing but a jockstrap I decided to wear that evening just in case I decided to hit up Chute... He asks me to lay on my stomach and put a pillow under me and handed me his bong again. He was saying my ass and running his cock up my ass crack and over my just shaved hole. He asks if I have ever had anyone that big up my ass. I tell him no. And freak out a little. I feel him lubing me up with massage oil, and he asks if I played safe, because only fucked with conforms. I said usually safe and he said cool. Next thing I know he is rolling a magnum down his cock. I was so nervous and tensed up. He tried for 25 mins to get in me,but I couldn't relax, especially knowing he had house guests who could return at any time. He didn't have a bedroom door and his room was was right off the living room and front door, which was also open since he had a security door. Anyway, he finally gave up, I got dressed and left. Nothing happened again until about a year later. I showed up at his place on Halloween night, drunk and needing some Tina to sober me up. I stopped at an ABS first to get a cockring and some Gun Oil because I needed them. This store had an underwear section. I found a jockstrap I liked and decided I'd buy it since I was drunk and impulsive. I got to his place and somebody else answered the door, and I followed him to Coco's room. I smoked a bowl real quick, but was still pretty buzzed. I asked if I could jump in his shower to try and sober up, plus I was sweaty from dancing all nite. He said yeah and handed me a towel. It was kinda a small I found when I was drying off. I left my backpack by his desk and had just the jock I had just purchased. So I put it on and put the towel around my waist, which barely reached. I came out of the bathroom and they were both still smoking and surfing porn. I sat down on the bed and they passed me the bong. His houseguest asked if I slammed, I said only a couple times and he asked if I wanted to since he hated doing it alone. I said sure. He tied a rubber hose around my bicep, found a vein immediately,and administered what was about .45... it was strong and as soon as he released the hose and raised my arm I was coughing and was rushing. I just laid back into his pillows and started rubbing my nips and chest. I started to sweat and undid my towel to wipe my face and neck, laying there in just a cockring and jockstrap. He slammed next while Coco did hot rails, he didn't like needles. I start rubbing my clock through the pouch and the friend starts massaging me, and tells me to turn over, pulls my hold back and up and tongues my hole while Coco watches and is rubbing his cock through his bball shorts. Then the friend goes to his bathroom to piss and shower. I'm still buzzed, rushing, and high as a kite. I take my jock off, and am just stroking to some BB porn on my laptop. Coco tells me to show him my ass... and asks if he can take some pics. I say sure, just no face shots. He asks when I last took some dick, which I truthfully admitted not recently. It had been about 4 months. He tells me he still wants to fuck me, especially since he wasn't able to get it in the last time. He said he would hook me up with more Tina as trade. I was so high I a agreed. So he starts to rim me and play with my hole, I hand him the bottle of Gun Oil I just bought and he pours it all over my ass and works it in my hole, he goes to his desk for a second and gets a good sized shard and works it into me. It burns but its nothing I cant handle. He is now naked and stroking his huge cock. The friend comes back in wearing just boxers and has a new slam prep led for me. Again he administers it, I cough again, only longer because its stronger. We open up the blinds to his patio door and his window. He lived in a crush, but seedy apt complex that had a mostly gay population. He puts me on my back while the friend is kicking back, smoking and stroking. He asks if I'm ready and I nod... I just assumed he wrapped up based on our safe play only conversation,so when he asked how his raw cock felt in my bare hole I kinda got nervous and started to tighten up. He said not to worry, he was clean and rarely barebacked, especially with gay dudes. I finally relaxed and my body started to loosen up, as did my very stretched and very cock stuffed hole and he was only halfway in. He added more lube as he slowly sank more of his 11" into me. He told his friend to take some pics of him opening me up. And next thing I know one of his regular customers enters through the patio door. He didn't know I was a bottom so was little surprised to see me with Coco's dick balls deep in me. So he is watching and smoking, and Coco pulls out so I can get on all fours. His customer is comments on my "phat bubble butt" and how he never woulda guessed I was a bottom and never woulda guessed I had such a nice ass because I always had on baggy sweats or dickies workpants and oversized tees that hid my ass. Coco spreads my bubble butt cheeks and adds more Gun Oil, then starts to reenter me and my still tight, but willing asshole. Coco just keeps telling me how hot my hole is. How tight, warm, wet, and soft it is, how hot it feels every time I tighten up and work my ass muscles. I am meaning into a pillow when I am given the bong to hit, which I hit hard and blow some massive clouds as I am being fucked bareback by my drug dealer and his huge raw uncut cock. I can feel him precumming in me as he is fucking me. Before long he is fucking me deeper and faster so I know he is about to blow. He had already told me he would pull out, but never did. He just kept fucking me, fucking his load into me and lubing my hole with his cum. He finally pulls out and can't believe how good my ass felt, better than any pussy and no fears of me getting knocked up. I needed something to drink, so put on my jock, my sweatpants and hoodie and walked next door to Circle K for Gatorade. On my way back I saw his regular leaving. He saw me and invited me to co.e smoke and chill with him across the complex, his girlfriend was staying with a friend. I agree, and we get to his place, I immediately take my hoodie and sweatpants off and go get cleaned up in his bathroom. When I return he has a bi porn on his flat screen and a loaded bong. He is in a muscle shirt and bball shorts. He looks rough in the face, but has a pretty hot body from what I can see. We pass the bong back and forth and then he loses his clothes and is stroking his cock. I decide to blow him without asking, he gets harder in my mouth. After I kneel down on the floor and jerk off while I am sitting up straight. The next thing I feel is his hand pushing my shoulders forward and bending me over. He spits on my hole, then his cock and mounts me from behind. He is nowhere near as big as Coco, but still above average and grabs my hips while he long strokes his raw cock in and our of my just fucked hole. He hits all the right spots and before I know it I am cunning, which makesy hole spasm and tighten around his cock, causing him to lose his load too. He pulls out and then eats my hole. Tells me my ass is amazing and so much better than his girl's pussy. It was a good night.
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  48. My name is Mikey – CHPT 4 - Time for Your Medicine: The taste of Harold’s cum that I fingered out of my ass was intoxicating. I kept sticking my finger in my bruised hole trying to find more, and realized how desperately I wanted Harold to fuck me again. Was sex always rough like that with men? As much as my guilt tried to overwhelm me, I knew I enjoyed it – fuck this was all so damn confusing. I rubbed the spot on my arm where Curtis had injected me with something earlier, and was not sure what to do, so thought maybe I should try to get some sleep. The constant low-level roar of the porn playing next door in the theater and not being able to get Harold out of my head, made that impossible. So, I got back up and took the ‘grand tour’ of Harold’s living quarters and realized he was as messy and filthy as the rest of Roxies seemed to be, so decided to tidy things up a bit. His pile of Army coveralls all seemed dirty and I was sniffing the last pair before adding them to the pile I had folded when I heard the padlocks begin unlocking on the door. I dropped the coveralls, anxiously hoping it was Harold coming back, then heard the locks on the inside being turned, and soon realized the footsteps I heard were Curtis’. “Well, well, well, I see you’re learning to be a good little wife already huh?” he said with a mix of amusement and what I thought was anger, “You ready for some more dick sissy?” Honestly I was, but did not want his, and took a step back towards the mattress on the floor as I said, “Hmm, no, I…don’t think I can. I…hurt pretty bad right now…and I…have not eaten in a long time. Can I get something to eat now?” Curtis dropped the backpack he was carrying, his eyes flaring with anger as he took two long strides and slapped me, knocking me onto mattress. “You will fucking eat when I tell you to eat, understand?” Curtis snarled, “For a sissy you are awful sassy. Maybe you will learn, but frankly I hope you don’t as I am going to fucking enjoy breaking you. Been far too long since I was able to tear someone apart from the inside out.” I rubbed my face where Curtis’ hand had connected and looked at him with a mix of fear, anger, disgust, and confusion. Curtis gave me a creepy smile and said in barely a whisper, “Don’t worry. That one won’t bruise, others will, but that little slap won’t. I know how to hit and not leave a mark. Now sit on the fucking edge of the bed and put your arm out and tell me your name.” I had to bite my tongue hard not to yell, “MY NAME IS MIKEY!” I held back, bowed my head and said, “I’m a sissy cunt.” “Again,” Curtis ordered. So I kept repeating, “I’m a sissy cunt, I’m a sissy cunt.” Curtis had kicked the backpack he had dropped over next to me, knelt in front of me, lifted my chin with his left hand and gave me that big fucking smile again as I repeated once more, “I’m a sissy cunt.” I had pleased him, and the rush of knowing that made me smile no matter how much I didn’t want to. Immediately Curtis’ smile disappeared and his right hand came up and slapped me even harder, knocking me on my side. “This ain’t about your fucking pleasure. Understand? Sit back up you cunt, and give me your arm,” Curtis spat out. My anger was rising again, but I obeyed, and watched as Curtis pulled two bottles of water out of his bag and set them to the side and then a black leather case, which he took his time unzipping. Curtis laid the case flat and there was a row of syringes on each side and two small glass bottles on each end. He grabbed a syringe, held it up in front of me as he filled it with a dark, yellow liquid from one of the bottles, then I watched as he tapped the syringe and pressed the end slightly so a small squirt shot out of the end. There was a sadistic gleam in his eyes as Curtis roughly grabbed my left arm, held it straight, with the edge of his right hand tapped a vein, then jabbed the syringe into it as I yelped and flinched, but Curtis had my arm locked in a vice grip and held me steady as gave me whatever had been in the bottle. When the syringe was empty he folded my arm, set the syringe in the leather case, dug around in his knapsack and brought out another syringe – one that appeared empty. I could not understand what he was doing as Curtis slowly inserted the needle into a vein in his own arm, but this time instead of injecting something, he pulled back a little on plunger and rivulets of blood followed. He was smiling again now, his entire face almost glowing as he pulled the needle out, licked his arm twice to remove any blood, then looked at me and cocked his head as if I could read his mind. Curtis kept smiling as he then grabbed my right arm and it dawned on me what he planned to do. No fucking way. I began to try to scramble back onto the mattress, but Curtis lifted a closed fist and raised his eyebrows as if asking, “Really, you really want to do that?” I started to shake and tremble and tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I watched in horror and fascination as Curtis slowly stuck the needle that had just been in his arm into mine, and emptied the barrel. When the plunger was all the way home and the barrel empty, Curtis gently removed the needle, bent forward and lovingly caressed the spot on my arm with his tongue before covering it in hot kisses. I didn’t understand why he had done that and was still shaking and too afraid to ask. Curtis tossed that syringe back into his backpack, stood up, pulled his pants down, and released his rock hard dick. I knew he wanted to fuck, so started to get up, but Curtis pushed me back down, knelt down on the floor with his pants still around his ankles, pulled me tight to him and gave me a long, wet kiss. His tongue explored my mouth and he began to nibble at my lips with his teeth, each bite a little harder than the last. “Do you feel it yet?” he asked, “Do you feel me? Do you feel your medicine? I’ve got another injection for you right here.” Curtis then slammed his closed fist into my chest sending me flat on my back and knocking the wind out of me a bit. He roughly reached out, flipped me over, spread my ass apart and buried his face in my hole, moaning and groaning as his mouth coated my ass crack and shredded ring with spit. My own dick was hard now, and I felt a little dizzy and disoriented. When I opened my eyes and looked at the crumpled up sheets or wall behind the mattress, the dizziness got worse, so I kept my eyes closed as Curtis continued to work my hole with his mouth. Waves of heat, cold, and nothingness seemed to circle through my body. I started to sort of phase out, must have been from that shot, and Curtis’ voice now seemed to come in bits and pieces. He had moved his body up over mine and was now grinding his long, thick, torpedo headed dick against my ass. “You want some more dick sissy cunt? I know you do. It’s all right, I know you can’t really think clearly right now, it’s alright sissy, I don’t want your mouth, JUST YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” With that Curtis punched his dick into my ass bringing me a moment of pain and clarity before the fog rolled back in. Curtis had his left arm around my neck to hold me in place and was whispering in my ear as he ground his dick around inside of me like a helicopter rotor, “FUCK YOU GOT A GOOD CUNT, GOD DAMN SISSY, THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE MADE FOR. YOU WERE MADE FOR PLEASING MEN. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO FUCK YOU - YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO CUM IN YOU – YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO TREAT YOU LIKE THE WORTHLESS SISSY CUNT YOU ARE – YOU WILL THANK THEM! FUCKING JAIL RIPE ASS! SHIT. YOU WILL BE A SISSY THAT CRAVES BLACK DICK, NEEDS BLACK DICK, AND I AM GOING TO USE YOU HARD EVERY DAY AND FILL YOU WITH MY CUM.” The harder Curtis fucked me, the tighter he squeezed my neck with his arm and the dizzier I got. I brought my hands up to try pull his arm away, but it was a half-hearted attempt. Something about feeling the muscles in his forearm flex and move as he tightened his grip, combined with his dick stretching my ass out, and his dirty talk made me surrender. So I just held on and let him ride me. I don’t know what happened next. When I could focus again I was still face down on the mattress, but Curtis was not on top of me. I reached back and felt a wetness on my back and ass and heard Curtis laugh, then say, “I glazed that ham inside and out with my own honey sauce. Fucking leave it there and get up. Time for some more medicine.” I rubbed my eyes, shook my head to clear it, and carefully scooted to the edge of the mattress and got up. Curtis was sitting in a chair, fully dressed, hidden in a cloud of smoke. He held out his hand, “Here, hit it, this is that laced kush I was telling you about. From now on you will be in a constant state of FUCKED-THE-HELL-UP. Anytime I see you I expect you to be high, drunk, doped out on your medicine, or all three, understand? Good sissy cunt, now you’re learning. I don’t need to hear your mouth unless I give you permission to speak. Just nod that little head of yours. Fuck, what you doing? You don’t smoke good shit like that. Let me guess, you ain’t never smoked before you met those two white trash fuckers? You got to savor this shit, let it flow through you, ease it out. This ain’t no fucking horse race. That’s it, feel that? Good. Come on.” Curtis stood up, crossed his arms in impatience, and started to mumble something while I looked for a place to put out the joint. I found an overflowing ashtray on a shelf, went to put it out, but Curtis stopped me, grabbed it back, and gripped it between his teeth as he roughly shoved me forward. I quickly scanned for something to put on, not sure what was happening, but realizing again how naked I was and how dirty I felt. Curtis turned the deadbolts in the door, opened the door and stood back for me to pass through. I was assaulted by the porn theater’s raucous sounds of some young girl being pummeled by two big dicks and cautiously took a step forward. I had lost track of time, so was not sure how long I had been in Harold’s room, but the theater now had a low haze of smoke drifting in gentle waves several feet off the floor and it felt tremendously hot in there. Curtis closed the door, gripped my left arm hard, and as he steered me towards the back of the theater I saw two guys who were sitting in the theater seats turn their heads, their hands pausing from jacking their dicks, as they watched my naked parade. I was led to a group of men who were sitting in a cluster of chairs over by the couch. Their voices died and all heads turned and stared as Curtis dragged me closer. Even with the heat, my body was covered in goose bumps and I held a hand over my dick, trying to give myself some sense of being covered up. “Jesus fucking Christ Curtis,” one of them said, “What the fuck have you done?” I looked around at the group, I guess there were seven or eight of them, all white and older like my dad’s age, scruffy, some had beards, most of them were smoking, and the smell of pot was especially strong coming from the guy Curtis stopped and made me stand by. “Well,” Curtis started, “I ain’t done nothing that didn’t need doing and you know better than to get up in my fucking shit. However, as a show of appreciation for your steady business you bunch of freaks, I figured I would let you share in my bounty – err booty.” This elicited a round laughs, “Hell yeahs,” and more. Curtis lit the joint he had me hit before, gave it to me again with a nod to hit it hard several times, he then ground it out on the floor and said, “You dirty fucks have an hour,” and then walked out the exit and shut the door, leaving me alone. Immediately multiple hands began grabbing at me, touching me, someone swore when they ran their hands in the cum Curtis had dribbled on my lower back when he pulled out, and in the dim, hazy light of the porn movie, I was pawed and fawned over as the pack of perverts tried to figure out what to do. I didn’t know what to do either. I did know that if I went back to the room Curtis would get angry, so I just stood there and tried to ignore what was happening. “Hey, you, fuck what’s wrong with you,” one of the men asked who was now standing in front of me, “Where you from, what’s your name, from that wad covering your hind side and dripping down your thighs it looks like Curtis fucked you right. Did he? You can tell us?” Another round of laughter and the group was now joined by the guys who had been sitting in the theater seats closer to the screen. One of them rammed a boney finger up my ass then exclaimed, “Fucking whore! This pussy is wet and open. Just what I needed.” He soon was gripping my waist and thrusting his dick into my open ass. Compared to Curtis, he was not that big, so it didn’t hurt. Egged on by some of the guys telling him to, “Breed that pussy. Fuck that cunt,” the guy fucking me was soon letting everyone know he was cumming in my ass. As soon as the first guy pulled out, there was another one sliding in who was fucking rougher and harder making me have to reach out and steady myself on some guy’s shoulder. Now one of them was standing in front of me ordering me to suck his dick and asked me, “Ever tasted pussy? This is what dick tastes like after fucking a pussy, lick my wife’s juices.” ICK…I opened my mouth and got pegged on both ends. Then I was shuffled over to the couch and made to bend forward and suck on a tiny little dick attached to a very fat guy, as someone else fucked me and told everyone how sloppy my hole was. I couldn’t tell who was fucking me and as soon as one stopped, another shoved his dick in me. It took the fat guy forever to cum in my mouth and when he did it was barely a dribble. He heaved himself off the couch and before another guy could take his place the guy fucking me told me to put my knees up on the couch, grab the back, and push my ass out. That’s how I was when Curtis came back to get me, ass up, being raw fucked by some unknown man. “Time’s up fellas,” Curtis’ voice cut through the chatter like a knife through butter. The guy who was fucking begging for just another minute as he was close to shooting again, but Curtis physically yanked him off me, I heard someone swear, chairs slide, then Curtis grabbed my arm and dragged me stumbling back to Harold’s room. Curtis slammed the door, bolted it, pushed me towards Harold’s mattress and said, “Stop right where you are. Were you a good sissy? Gave them all a good cunt? Did you take every dick and every load?” I didn’t say a word, Curtis chuckled, “Good. You may speak.” I then replied, “Yes, thank you,” and that made Curtis go, “MMMMHHHHHH.” The sound of Curtis unzipping his pants seemed impossibly loud, his big hands clamped onto my hips, his nails digging into my skin. He roughly pulled me back against his body and said, “You smell like a whore, you know that? All that white trash cum running down your legs. I bet you cannot even close that hole anymore huh. Just like a sissy cunt. Let me get up in there – OH FUCK YEAH THAT CUNT IS WET! ALL THAT WHITE TRASH NUTT UP IN THERE! MAKING IT HOT AND WET FOR ME! TELL ME HOW THEY FUCKED YOU. TELL ME HOW THOSE WHITE TRASH FUCKERS USED YOUR CUNT. TELL ME HOW YOU HATED THOSE TINY WHITE DICKS AND MISSED THIS BIG BLACK MONSTER FUCKING YOU!” I obeyed and told Curtis all he wanted to know. Every word spurned him on and as he slam fucked me in the middle of the floor, my ass made wet clapping and slurping sounds, which caused his dick to swell. Suddenly Curtis’ mood seemed to change and he started slapping my head and face yelling, ‘SHUT UP CUNT SHUT UP!” I didn’t know what I had done and stumbled forward a step or two trying to maintain my balance, which made Curtis even angrier. The hits came harder, the fucking rougher, and I was so confused, then suddenly Curtis stopped and I heard Harold say, “Mind if I cut in?” My ears were ringing, my head throbbing, and I think Curtis mumbled something back, but he released me, pulled his dick from my ass, and stepped away as he and Harold exchanged angry whispers. I was too afraid to turn around and stood where I was, my body shaking, until I was embraced by Harold who held me against him and said, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” I turned and stood on my tip toes as Harold leaned down and kissed me. Not hard and rough, just in a way that made me feel like he wanted me. His breath was an awful mix of cigarettes, liquor, pot, I don’t know what else, but I loved it and felt the heat of desire boil up inside me as I knew it was in him from the bulge now tenting his coveralls. Harold let me go, went over to his book shelf, grabbed the full ashtray, dumped it into a box on the floor, dropped the ashtray in a plastic bag, dug around, dropped a few more things in, grabbed a bottle of brown liquor sitting on the floor, wadded the sheets and blankets on his bed into a ball, tucked them under his arm and said, “Come on.” I followed Harold through the door into the bathroom that connected his room to Curtis’ office. He asked if I had to go, but I just looked at how dirty and messy I was, shook my head no and said, half asking, “But my clothes?” Harold just smiled and said, “You don’t need your clothes,” so I then followed him out the other door and into Curtis’ office. I was afraid I would see Curtis, but Harold said, “Don’t worry. He’s gone for the night. Home to the old lady.” Harold opened a small door in a back corner and said, “Follow me,” and he started climbing. There were metal rungs protruding from the cinder block wall and as I stepped in and looked up I saw Harold unlatch and push open a panel and then climb out onto the roof. Harold reached down and lifted me up through the hatch and onto the roof and I immediately jumped around and swore as the hot surface burned my bare feet. “Oh shit, sorry beautiful, my fucking bad. Here, stand on these.” Harold dropped the blankets, I quickly jumped on them, and stood naked in the hot, humid air. It was night out. I don’t know what time exactly, but the only real light was coming from the moon and the strip mall parking lot lights. I could see other stores, restaurants, and the interstate and could hear the rumble of trucks and cars and the sounds of life. There was a slight breeze, which felt so good, but then I remembered I was still naked and squatted down. Harold laughed, “Ain’t no one can fucking see you. Look. The side of the building is high enough that hell, you’d have to be climbing the dam light pole to see up here. I thought you might enjoy a little change of scenery, what do you think?” I looked around, smiled, and said, “Thank you. I do. This is great.” I then watched, hungry for this man, as Harold dug around in his bag, pulled out some stuff, lit a joint, hit it, then handed it to me before he unzipped, kicked his boots off, slid his overalls off, and wiggled his boots back on. When he was done, Harold put his fist on his hips and posed like a fucking super hero, and said, “Bow before your Mandingo Warrior God, serve the supreme black man,” making me choke and laugh and lose the smoke I had in my lungs. I hit the joint again as Harold had me step on his coveralls, he then stepped over to a blue tarp that was being held down by several concrete blocks, set the blocks aside, pulled the tarp back, took the blankets and laid them out on top of a mattress that had been under the tarp. “I like to sleep up here sometimes,” Harold explained, “I just need the space, you know?” I quickly stepped over to the mattress and sat down beside Harold. Fuck every time he smiled at me I wanted to melt. What was that? Harold pulled the liquor bottle out, a couple more joints, he offered me the bottle while he lit up, then he plopped back on the mattress, letting out a big sigh and a stream of smoke. This was my first chance to really get a good look at him naked, so I took it. I laid on my side and tentatively reached out to touch his torso, but stopped, not sure if I should. Harold took my hand, held it in his and set it on his stomach. The heat radiating from his body was hotter than the roof! Harold removed his hand, hit the joint again, put his arms back and up over his head stretching out like a big cat, a lion, a true king. I slowly ran my left hand up and down his stomach, over his chest, outlining all the various tattoos that marked his skin as well as various scars – large and small. The dog tags around his neck felt cold, even in the heat of the night. When I touched his side he chuckled. A little – ticklish – hmmm. Harold tilted his head back letting me have access to his neck and the angel wing tattoos that wrapped around it. I raised my left leg and laid it on top of his, my knee brushing his dick, which twitched and grew a little. Harold sighed again, rolled onto his stomach, and let me explore his back. I straddled his lower back and began to massage him, his muscles giving way under my fingers as he enjoyed his 420 and my touch. After a while Harold rolled back over, flicked what was left of his joint away, pulled me against his body with his left arm so I was half laying on his chest, and began to ask me questions about myself. I was reluctant to answer after all that happened, but I felt safe with him, so I told him everything about meeting Brett and Pa at the campground, and then ending up at Roxies, and Curtis, and the theater, everything – well almost everything as I left out the part about Curtis and his blood needle. I realized as I was telling him about the theater his long dick had swelled, the foreskin pulled back, the head was glistening with precum. I could not resist and scooted down a little so I could taste it, and lick it, which made Harold grab my head, “Swallow that shit.” I sucked him for a little bit, went back to lying on his chest, and it was Harold’s turn. He told me he was a mechanic in the Army, had done a few tours overseas, been shot up a bit, which explained the scars on his chest. He and Curtis had grown up together and while Curtis had gotten into the wild shit over there interrogating the terrorists, he was content fixing shit. When he paused I asked, “Are you gay?” This got a big laugh and Harold said, “Oh, nothing like that beautiful. Like I told you, I like a good boy pussy, and yours is well….well you can see what just talking about it does to me. I had a girl before I got shipped off, but I was different when I came back, so was she. Curtis has been good to me, took me in, gave a job, place to crash, and working here there’s always a willing mouth or ass if I need to bust. But honestly, those are just holes to nutt in. You beautiful are more than that, you are pussy. Look how you make my dick swell. Go ahead, touch it, stroke it, feel that big black shaft.” Harold’s dick was definitely longer and thicker than Curtis’ and I liked tugging on his foreskin. I was uncut too, which was unusual for guys my age and got me plenty of ridicule in the locker room. After several minutes of stroking his dick, I could not believe how big it looked. “Fuck, that’s like a fucking horse dick! I can’t believe I took the whole thing!” I said. Harold reached over into his bag, pulled out a bottle of baby oil and said, “Here, see what you can do with this.” I took the bottle, turned the cap, dribbled some baby oil on Harold’s chest and took my time rubbing it over his body, glistening him up from head to toe. I then squirted some onto his dick, making him sigh and his dick throb and pulse in my hand like a garden hose with a kink in it. Harold’s head was back, and his eyes closed, as he enjoyed the attention so he was surprised when I straddled his torso, reached behind me, made his dick even slicker, and guided it towards my ass. “You want me to fuck you? You want to ride my dick? It takes me a long time to cum in this position, but it stays fucking hard. Will you keep it in? Let me work that ass with my 3rd leg? Yeah – FUCK YEAH! Look at me, keep your eyes open. I want to see your face as you sit on it, feel it stretch you open. I’m a freak beautiful, so I’m up for ANYTHING, are you?” I just smiled as I grabbed Harold’s slick dick, tried to get a firm grip, and leaned forward so I could angle it into my waiting hole. Harold did not move. He let me guide it to my ass and when I was ready I pushed and felt it slip inside my ring. I only let the head go in, then pulled off, slid the head back in, pulled off, then did it again. After a few times of teasing his dick like that I knew Harold wanted more as his cock was literally quivering in my hand. The feeling of a hot man’s dick pulsing in my hand with every heart beat was un-fucking believable! I threw my head back and bounced up and down on his raw dick as hard and deep as I could. When my legs began to tire Harold started bucking his hips, thrusting into me, preparing my hole. I was surprised when my own orgasm overwhelmed me and as my dick spewed wildly across Harold’s chest, my ass clamped down like a vice and I tried to push off his dick as it suddenly hurt and I was too sensitive. Harold grabbed my waist, held me tight, and I leaned forward onto his chest letting him angle up into my ass walls, flesh smacking flesh. “Ready for that Louisiana cream pie beautiful?” Harold asked. “LET ME EMPTY THAT NUTT IN THAT PUSSY. TELL ME WHERE YOU WANT IT. UP IN THAT STOMACH? WANT THAT NUTT UP INSIDE YOU? THAT’S IT BEAUTIFUL, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT, OH GOD DAMN, TAKE THIS CUM, TAKE…..SHIT…” As Harold started to shoot I leaned back and bounced harder and deeper onto his dick. I had to have it and kept riding him until he finally made me stop. I laid against his chest and as I started to slide off to the side, he rolled our bodies so that his dick was still inside me. I felt embarrassed and guilty for some reason, and tried to hide my face against his chest. Harold said, “Don’t be shy beautiful,” and he slid his finger through the trail of cum leaking out of my ass, licked it, then gave me a taste, “That’s me and you – all that – just me and you – you like us?” What could I say? I had never felt to safe, so secure, so loved in all my life and wiggled and pushed my ass against his dick. Harold kissed my neck, my forehead, my lips, “You got my babies now you sissy cunt. I think that pussy is ready for the next step,” he said. Harold and I spent the rest of the night up on that roof, fucking, talking, loving. Right then I thought I knew what love was, and I relished it. Not just the feel of his body against mine, inside mine, but the feel of him in my soul. Wait, what did Harold mean about my pussy being ready for the next step? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 5: Glory Hole Beat Down **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**
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  49. I hate to sound like an infomercial however I received a "Nutribullet" food processor/emulsifier for Christmas and I love it. The recipe book which came with it has multiple recipes with Chia Seeds. I just started incorporating Chia into my concoctions on Saturday morning. From that point on, I have been hooked on Chia inspired blends. I used to have issues with cleaning my hole out thoroughly. The last two days have been quite a breeze. My last big black top (last night) who's a regular asked what I had done different after our fun. Nothing just incorporated the Chia. He then proceeded to tell me that I had always had an amazing ass but this time was a smoother 'silkier' feel! Go figure! Must be the Chia! All hail the Chia, LOL!
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  50. I usually like playing with the bottom's cock (stroking it and/or sucking it; swallowing his load) even if I'm in the role of total top. There are some circumstances where that won't happen, like if I'm fucking him through a glory hole (in which case, I won't see much of anything at all about him). But in general, I really enjoy playing with other guys' cocks and wouldn't want to forgo that pleasure. Nor am I interested in emasculating my bottom by ignoring his dick. Personally, I like to say it takes a real man to take cock up your ass (look at how scared straight guys are of it). I'm attracted to men, not boys, not women, not girls. That implies being attracted to my partner's cock, among many other things.
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