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Chapter III. The guy who had just bred me backed off and I headed towards the sauna area at the back of the building. There was an open glass block gang shower across the hallway from a sauna. I sat in the sauna where I had a good view of the shower. The guy from the front desk opened the sauna door, grinned at me and closed the door. He stripped, hanging his clothes on a towel rod and came back into the sauna. He sat next to me, our thighs touching. He brought his hand to his crotch and I jerked off a meaty fat cock, toying with his hairy balls and stroking his furry chest. I was so into jerking him off, I hadn't noticed the daddy from the urinal leading a sexy shorter furry guy into the shower area. He had the guy pinned against the wall and I recognized his hairy bubble butt. It was the hot bottom from the fuck bench. His body blocked the guy's face, but I knew it must be the same guy with the hottest ass in the place. The daddy fucked him hard under the running water as I jerked the desk clerk. The daddy bred the guy with the amazing ass and walked away to a steam room down the hall. The desk clerk stood me up against the glass sauna door and told me to arch my back. He easily slid into my well-fucked hole, which by now was more full of strangers' seed than it ever had been, and I was totally okay with him adding another load. As he fucked me, a well-built black guy came into the shower across the hall. I wondered if he was the guy who had fucked me through the gloryhole in my booth. The bottom was still standing, ass out, in the running water. The black guy knelt down and ate the bottom's gorgeous ass. He jerked himself to fully hard and spun the bottom around. The glass bricks obscured everything from chest down, but I saw the bottom's face. Of course, it was my boy. I figured he had booked a flight and headed here to surprise me. His eyes were clenched tightly closed as the black guy railed him. I was moaning as the clerk pounded me from behind and filled me up. Load #5 in my hole. I shot my load all over the glass door watching my boy take raw cock. I stepped out of the sauna as the black guy shot his load into my boy's ass. The clerk was on his knees licking my cum off of the glass door. My boy opened his eyes and smiled at me, almost drunkenly, like he was high on cock. The black guy backed up and slapped his cummy cock on my boy's ass. He disappeared looking for the next thing. My boy and I stood under the shower head and made out, fingering each other's ruined holes. We headed back to the locker room and pulled our clothes on. He had a small backpack with him with his overnight stuff. We called a cab and rode back to the hotel, blissed out and leaking cum. To be continued…

Usually by this time with a guy we had already decided who was going to top but the kiss had been so sudden I had no idea if this was just going to be a kiss and grope or we were going all the way. I heard him moan into the kiss and realized from his actions he didn’t either. Our hands explored over each other’s bodies and we kept kissing. Most straight or curious guys I had been with didn’t like to kiss but Louis wasn’t one of them. He seemed to love to kiss and was really good at it. But I needed more. While I usually topped, I figured that he would feel more comfortable fucking. I broke the kiss and rubbed our beards together as I moved back to his ear. I sucked on the earlobe a moment and then kissed down his neck. My hand rustled through the chest hair on his right side and down to his stomach. My head was following behind and my teeth latched on to his nip, biting it gently while I sucked on it. Louis’s hands were on the back of my head making sure my mouth didn’t stray too far from his body. I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his trunks and pulled them down, feeling his hard cock spring free and rub over my chest, drooling precum into my fur. I let go of his nipple and traced my tongue down his treasure trail, feeling the shaft brush through my beard to my lips. I licked the head of his cock and then wrapped my lips around it, slowly descending until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubes. I squeezed my throat around the tip of his cock and felt him shudder and moan. Slowly I pulled back until the flare of his cock head was on the inside of my lips and then I went back down. I began to bob on Louis’ cock using every trick I knew to drive his lust into overdrive. My tongue, lips and throat worked his cock like I’m sure no woman had ever done to him. I could feel he was getting close and I decided that I wasn’t going to swallow this load. I pulled off and sucked on his balls, one at a time, looking up and seeing his eyes closed and his mouth agape. I wondered what he was envisioning - me sucking him or some hot supermodel. I pushed off my shorts and walked the few steps over to his bike and bent over, the straps from my jock framing my furry ass. One hand was on the tank and the other on the back of the seat, I was braced for the fuck I hoped was going to happen. Louis looked at me and I looked back at him. He looked confused, like he had never fucked anyone before. Finally he said “You got any rubbers?” “Nope. No lube either, spit is gonna have to do. You ever fuck an ass?” I asked. “Nnnnno” was all he replied, obviously nervous. “Same as pussy, just better” I said before I spit on my hand and rubbed my hole with it. I knew it wasn’t enough for him to just slide in, but I like rough fucks. Louis moved closer, holding his cock in his shaking right hand. I pulled my butt apart and wiggled it suggestively. He spit on the end of his cock and rubbed it over my winking hole. I would have been in heaven if he had spent a long time rimming my ass, but I’d have to wait for that another time. Hopefully there would be another time, I thought. I relaxed and pushed back about the time he pushed forward. It took a moment of pressure, but then he popped inside. “Oh fuck… Oh my god… Aaahhhhh… aaaahhh… ahhhh” was all he said as his cock drove slowly into my hole. He got half way in and then pulled back a bit. He rocked his hips, getting deeper each time until I finally felt his hips hit my ass. The lack of lube had definitely given me the burn inside, but knowing he was fucking me raw made up for it. I felt his hands grasp my hips and he started to plow in and out of my hungry hole. His moans and grunts filled the garage and my hole started to get slicker as his precum coated the walls of my rectum. He pounded harder and I felt the sweat drip off his body on to my back. Louis slowed down after a while and I wasn’t sure if he was getting cold feet and was about to pull out or whether he was mixing it up so he could fuck longer. He kept fucking though and I enjoyed every thrust. When his hands moved to my shoulders and he started to hammer my hole I knew the answer. Several minutes later the grunts got louder and I could tell his breathing was erratic. A few well timed squeezes of my sphincter and he buried his cock all the way in. I could feel the throbbing from his cock and knew he was filling me with his pent up load. My own cock started to pulse, shooting cum all over the floor and milking all of the seed from his balls. Sadly, this wasn’t the first time I had wasted a load on the garage floor. I stood up, reaching back to make sure he stayed inside me and felt his sweaty chest against my back. It felt odd with one side furry and the other side shaved, but there was no way I was going to complain. I felt Louis’s arms wrap around me and his heavy breaths on my neck as the rush slowly dissipated. “Oh my god, that was amazing” Louis said breathlessly. He couldn’t see my grin but it was almost from ear to ear. After a few minutes, I moved forward and felt his softening cock fall out of my ass. I felt the familiar drip of cum run down my leg and I turned around to see if he was ok or if I had gone too fast once again and fucked it up. He leaned in and kissed me again. It only lasted a few moments before he backed away a half step. “So that’s what gay sex is like?” Louis asked. I chuckled and said “That’s just the tip of the iceberg, Louis.”

The Brothel Part 1 My name is Jaxx, and I own one of the biggest, most infamous criminal businesses in America. I've dedicated my life to spreading drug addiction, diseases, and prostitution, and this is the story of how it all started. When I was 35, I thought I was the shit. I was a tan 6'4" cue-ball made of 280 pounds of pure, bulging, tattooed muscle. Some people called me a meathead, but fuck them. When I got angry or aggressive (which was often), everyone shut the hell up. If I wanted a hole to fuck, I could pick from any number of holes that were begging me to fuck them. However, I now admit I was struggling to stay afloat. I lived alone then in a run-down basement apartment in the hood of Philadelphia. I hadn't talked to my family in over 7 years - I had been living with my parents until I was 28. They kicked me out after 10 years of me doing nothing but amateur porn, smoking weed in the house, and bringing girls and fags home to fuck. Took them long enough, I guess, but being a small-time straight male pornstar barely pays at all, so I started dealing drugs too. I mainly sold meth, crack, and coke, but I pushed a little bit of everything, including rarer gems like GHB and K. I had to deal with all kinds of fucked up customers, many of them flaky and shady as hell. One day, one of my customers gave my contact to this boy named Chris. To this day, I don't know Chris' last name, even though I've known him for years. Chris was only 18 at the time and was still finishing high school. He had lost his virginity much earlier than that apparently, but it wasn't until he was old enough to be active on hook-up sites and get into gay bars and clubs did he try Tina for the first time. By the time he had decided to buy from me, he had already tried it a few times, and the bottom boy lived for it. I arranged for Chris to meet me by the parking garages at the end of the street at 10PM. By the time I walked down there at 9:50, Chris was already there waiting, looking suspicious and lost. My eyes widened. It was love at first sight. And that, I mean I knew I needed to fuck him. Even then, I had thoughts of how I'd ruin his life. Chris was the type of boy who was probably timid and sometimes picked on because he was gay but was so gorgeous it would've been impossible for him not to know it. Given his track record with sleeping around town, I'm guessing he did know. He was 5'8", toned just enough that he had pretty defined arms and chest but wasn't at all big. He had soft golden blond hair in spikes like a surfer, sported a deep tan, had the whitest teeth and most brilliant blue eyes I've ever seen, and a charming boyish smile that screamed of innocence. I knew he wasn't all innocent though. He had a deep arc in his lower back that thrust out his juicy ass, which he accented with tight skinny jeans that sagged just a little. His tan skin was perfectly smooth, so something tells me he shaves or waxes. He had two big studs in his ears, and he wore this crazy low-cut shirt that was so tight his nipples stood right out. The boy looked like a slut. Everything about his appearance says he likes men and wants men. At that moment, I instantly changed my mind about the deal. "Hey. Chris?" I asked rhetorically. I reached out my hand, which looked gigantic compared to his. "Y-Yeah. You're Jaxx, right?" He put his delicate baby-soft hand into mine, and I almost crushed it with my firm grip. "That's me. Pleasure to meet you, babe. How about we head over to my place?" I offered. His eyes lit up, and I smiled a devilish grin. I knew this boy was attracted to me, and he was excited to think that maybe I was attracted to him too. I was, and I am. I grinned and placed my hand on his ass and guided him in the direction of my apartment. I led him down a staircase coming from the sidewalk into the basement floor, where we walked to end of the hall. The door in front was the boiler room. The door to the right was my apartment. I sensed he was little scared, but also excited. My place is just a fuck den and nothing more. It's enough to freak any unsuspecting young boy out, but then again he came here to buy my drugs and probably hoped to take my dick, so he wasn't going to back out. My whole place consisted of only two rooms and a bathroom. The door opens to the main room. In one corner of the room was my bed, or really just a mattress on a frame with a sheet covering it. Two dirty pillows, no headboard. In another corner was a computer and TV-monitor. Against the wall were my clothes strewn across the dirty concrete floor - a messy tumble of jeans, wife-beaters, socks, sneakers, and boots. A table in a third corner had all kinds of junk and a microwave on it. The trash was overflowing, and most of it was on the ground around it. Little empty drug baggies mixed themselves in with empty beer cans and bits of litter and debris. The second room, which I call the cave, I kept locked, was smaller, and consisted of a mattress, several locked cabinets packed to the brim with drugs, a suitcase for distribution, and various drug paraphernalia lying around. On a little nightstand stood a glass bong and a tray with a pipe, torches, butane, points, plastic syringes, etc. Several half-full bottles of poppers and various oily lubes were littered on and around the mattress. Finally, the bathroom looked akin to a gas station bathroom. No additional explanation needed. Chris stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to be. I unlocked the cave and led him inside onto the mattress. I sat him down, picked up the glass bong and a fat bag of crystals, then liberally poured the stuff into the bowl piece. "You're a new customer, so let me smoke you up. First one's on me," I said as I started melting the crystals. "And if you keep me company and smoke with me tonight, I'll give you the ball for half the price I said it was." Chris' face lit up with excitement, and he even shined his pearly white teeth. Before he could respond verbally though, I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and told him to pull. The clouds rolled furiously as the bong grew into an opaque, almost yellowish white. He struggled to take as much of it as he could, but he had to do it in two breaths. When he exhaled, his clouds were cotton-thick. "Oh shit," he coughed. It was so hot watching him. He was bewildered by the bong hits and I could tell he was already feeling fuzzy and good. I love a lightweight. "Holy fuck, that was a lot." I then gave myself a huge hit too. As soon as I sucked a fiendish cloud into my lungs, I pressed my lips to his and shotgunned it into him. He gulped it down with some trouble, and the clouds billowed out from his mouth. "Fuck yeah," he mumbled, beginning to touch himself through his shirt restlessly. He saw me eyeing him, and then flushed with embarrassment. The T was fucking with his body heat, and he was already sweating. "You feel good, babe?" I asked. "Yeah, I feel real good. Can I take another hit?" he asked. "Hell yeah. Tonight, you can take as many hits as you want." He looked at me like I was his hero. If he wasn't already halfway to becoming a Tina whore, he probably would've realized I was actually a bad man. I passed the bong to him and lit the torch for him again, keeping the flame there to force him to take another monstrous hit he couldn't handle. I watched him cough and choke, then pretended to care and ask if he was OK. I didn't give a shit if he was OK. I kissed him softly on the lips after every time I shot-gunned my hit to him and asked him if he was feeling good. Little did he know, feeding him my leftover clouds would be the only time I'd ever kiss him like that. At that point, I had already decided Chris wasn't going to be a customer. He was going to be my whore, and I was feeding him hits I was already planning on how to enslave him. You see, I installed a secret camera built into a clock on the nightstand. I already have a tape of Chris smoking T, but that's only the beginning. Over the course of the following few weeks, the camera would capture Chris doing cocktails of drugs multiple times as well as getting bred by quite an array of anonymous men. I'd then blackmail Chris to being my live-in whore if he didn't want the videos released to his friends and family and the internet...and then I planned to do it anyway. Once he's living with me, he'll become fully dependent on drugs, and I'll start selling his pussy and videos of him getting fucked. The rest is just making him follow a fitness plan and taking care of his body to keep him sexy and healthy enough in face of all that I was going to put him through. I got more excited about my plans for Chris looking at his pure face. Just thinking about how I'm going to be the one responsible for turning this innocent boy into a piece of whore trash that's gonna get violated by so many sleazy men without remorse...it turned me on a hell lot. After we cleared two rounds of the bong, I set it down and decided it was time to enjoy what would soon be mine. Without ceremony, I slid my hand under Chris' shirt. My hand's giant, muscled silhouette was visible down to the vein through his skin-tight shirt until it reached his pecs. I glazed my fingers over his nipples, savoring them. His skin was so smooth and warm I heard myself groan with lust. Even though he turned a little red and was clearly nervous, he didn't protest. Partly because he liked and trusted me, partly because he was spun, and partly just because he was another easy, slutty faggot. I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. To be continued.

Part 90 - College Tour It was Saturday morning and he had been putting off talking to his parents all week long and now he had run out of time. Ric had rehearsed what he was going to say since he woke up at 6am. He put on a t-shirt and shorts and went downstairs for breakfast. After finishing off his food he looked up and said “I’m going to have to make a decision on which college to go to in the fall really soon. Is there any chance we can go visit the one in California? I’ve already been up to State and those are my top two choices.” Both of his parents looked back at him, unsure what to say. His dad was the first to speak. “Well, I suppose I could cash in my frequent flier miles to fly out there…” Before Frank could finish he was interrupted by Ric’s mom “Are you sure it’s a place you would want to go to? It’s a long way from home and you couldn’t come back here easily if you’re homesick. We would only see you for the holidays. Do you know of anyone else from your class that is going out there?” Ric hesitated, not sure how he should answer since it might create issues. “I know one person that is going out there. I know its a long way away, but I think the program out there is a lot better and without a bunch of my friends there I wouldn’t be as distracted. Over half of my class is going to State.” “When did you want to go?” Frank asked. “I was hoping to go late next week since I need to decide by the end of the month” Ric replied. “That’s awfully short notice, Ric. We can’t just drop everything at the last minute and go running off to the the west coast” Ric’s mom said. “Well, we don’t all have to go. I can probably take a day off next week and if we fly out Thursday night and come back Sunday, then we will have 2 days to tour and get as much information as we need” Frank said. Ric’s mom scowled at Frank. “I could go by myself…” Ric started to say and was immediately cut down with both of his parents saying “NO!” emphatically. They made the plane reservations and got a hotel and car. Ric was excited all week long and couldn’t wait for Thursday to arrive. He sat in the window seat and let his dad deal with the middle seat on the plane. Ric slept most of the flight and they finally made it to the hotel at 11pm. When they walked into the room and Ric looked around. Two queen beds, a small flat screen TV, a desk and a little seating area filled out the standard generic hotel room. Ric dropped his stuff on to the bed by the window and dug out some boxers from his bag. He changed as his dad looked on. “What?” Ric asked as he noticed his dad staring. “You’ve seen me naked before, as a baby and when we’ve fucked.” “Yeah, but I still enjoy seeing your body” Frank said as he rubbed his crotch and then took his shirt off. “Would you rather see me completely naked?” Ric asked. “Actually, yes, I would. You can sleep in my bed too. Your mom isn’t around” Frank said. Ric laughed. “You horny old man. You just want to fuck, don’t you?” he said. “I was hoping. I still like your cock the best” Frank said. “Well, I’ve never had yours except for that one time I sucked you” Ric said. He let his boxers fall off and bent over to pick them up, showing his ass to his dad. He grabbed the small toiletries bag from his suitcase and went into the bathroom. His teeth brushed and his ass cleaned out, he came out a little while later and smiled at his dad. Frank went in and prepped for bed and came out to find Ric laying on the bed closest to the door, stroking his cock. There was a bottle of lube and bottle of poppers laying on the bedstand next to him. Frank crawled on the bed between Ric’s legs and licked up Ric’s shaft. “God, I’ve missed this” he said before he pulled the foreskin back and licked the head. Frank sucked deeper and deeper, flicking his tongue under Ric’s shaft. Ric let his dad go for more than 15 minutes and then pushed his dad’s head up and flipped around, crawling under his dad. His mouth was wrapped around Frank’s cock and as soon as he started sucking, Frank resumed sucking on Ric’s pole. Ric often wondered where he got his large cock from, since it obviously wasn’t his dad. Frank had a decidedly average cock, a little under 6 inches and not very thick. It was easy to suck and take all the way down. His dad, was struggling to get more than three quarters of Ric’s cock in and gagged as his cock tried to push into his throat. Ric got some spit on his finger and started playing with Frank’s ass, easily getting inside. He noticed that Frank was no longer as tight as when he first started fucking him. He added a second finger and felt his dad moan around his cock. Twisting and finger fucking, Frank’s ass knew what was going to happen and kept opening up. Ric’s mind was scheming and he decided he was going to turn the tables on his dad. He sucked a little longer and then pushed his dad off. Raising his legs, he pulled them back, exposing his hairy hole. “Fuck it, dad. Fuck me like I have fucked you” Ric said. Frank looked back and was startled at hearing his son. He had never attempted to fuck Ric, though he had fucked many guys since that time with Dave and Ric had re-awakened his gay sexual desires. In many ways he had let Ric become the Alpha in the family and definitely when it came to sex. But if Ric wanted his dad’s cock, he would have to do it. He grabbed the lube and pushed Ric’s legs back, dripping some lube above the hole. He jabbed the tip of his cock into Ric’s pucker forcing some lube inside. He dripped more on his cock and rubbed it in while Ric held his legs back. Slowly he pushed in, feeling Ric’s pussy suck his cock inside. Frank’s eyes got big as he penetrated his son for the first time. He looked down and Ric smiled back at him. Frank pumped in deeper until he was all the way in and then started to go faster. He kept looking at Ric’s face to see if he was going too hard or fast, but Ric seemed to be in a state of bliss. He pushed Ric back on his shoulders and started driving his cock in as hard as he could. He wondered how many guys had fucked Ric and if he was as good as them. Ric seemed tight so he assumed that most of the time Ric was using that huge cock to fuck most of his partners. Ric looked up at his dad and the concerned look when he first pushed in had now become contentment. His dad was a decent fuck, but much quieter than most of the guys he had been with. He worked his ass muscles over Frank’s cock and started grinning at his dad. “You like fucking your son?” Ric asked while reaching up and tweaking his dad’s nips. Frank slammed in hard, ground his hips and replied “Hell yeah I do.” “You like pounding that toxic dick into me? You gonna breed my ass?” Ric egged his dad on and got fucked harder in return. “I bet you wish you were the one that pozzed me instead of Dave” Ric said, squeezing his ass one more time which caused Frank to shoot his load. Frank was breathing heavy and sweating as the last pulses from his cock shot more cum into Ric. After a long pause, Frank looked at his son and said “No, I could never do that.” “In a way you did, since you hired a poz escort. It might not have been your cock and cum, but you set me up.” There was a short pause and Ric continued “It’s not a bad thing, dad. It changed my life in a million ways. I’m not the guy that stays in the back, out of the way anymore. I like who I’ve become and the guys I’ve met. And yes, I pozzed some of them” Ric said. Frank stood there, not sure what he should say or do. He leaned back and his cock slipped from Ric’s cum filled hole. In a daze he laid back on the bed, still staring at Ric. Ric rolled forward on to his knees and looked at his dad. “And now, I’m gonna breed you again. We gotta keep you potent as fuck for all those business trips you go on. You been pozzing the customers?” Ric asked as he slid himself between his dad’s legs. His cock head was covered with precum under the foreskin, so he spit down on Frank’s ass and then worked the mixture into his hole with the exposed head. “No, never customers. Guys cruising” Frank said as he felt his hole get stretched open. He had only gotten fucked a couple times by Ric since he converted and he really missed how it felt inside him. Ric pulled back and added more spit before he thrust in again. Frank’s hole struggled to open up and take his son’s cock. He reached over and grabbed the poppers and took a few hits and felt his hole open up. Ric felt it too and drove his cock in all the way. This was a new experience for Ric. Every time he had fucked his dad before it was doggy style. Now he was looking down at him with Frank’s legs spread and pushed back. This was a position he liked. He liked how it made him feel dominant and he could see the expression on a guy’s face when he was breeding him. Sometimes they knew how toxic the load they were about to get was, sometimes not. Ric took his time and drilled his dad who seemed to be enjoying the big cock inside him again after a long break. He could feel his dad’s load slowly dripping out of his ass as he fucked. It dripped down his balls and legs while his hips rocked back and forth, plowing his dad’s pussy. He stared at his dad and said “You want this? You want more of my dirty seed?” Ric asked while thrusting harder “Yeah, breed me Ric. You own my hole. Give me that poz load!” Frank said, getting more excited as he talked. Ric started to grunt and slam harder into Frank’s ass. This was the first time they fucked where they didn’t have to be quiet. “Yeah, gonna recharge that ass. Gonna make my bug even stronger…” Ric said as his cock erupted. A half dozen spurts pumped into Frank’s hole while Ric stared into his dad’s eyes. They were both covered in sweat and their breathing was labored. After a few minutes, Ric slowly pulled out and fell over on to the bed. His cock was still pretty stiff and covered in a layer of cum. His dad turned his head and said “Thank you Ric. You’re the best son a guy could have.” They laid there for about 20 minutes cuddling and then got up and showered together. Both went back to the bed naked and laid down, pulling the sheet over them and soon both were passed out. Ric woke the same way he fell asleep, his dad spooning with him and Frank’s arm over him. This time Frank’s hard cock was nestled between Ric’s ass cheeks. He rubbed his body up and down and Frank woke up from the gentle encouragement. Frank rolled Ric over on to his stomach and continued to rub his cock over his ass for a minute before he pushed it down and it snared Ric’s hole. Most of the cum from the night before had absorbed into Ric’s body, but there was some left and with a little spit, that was all that Frank needed. His cock slowly drove into his son’s ass and he was laying on top of Ric. His hips rolled and he began to fuck Ric’s hole. The strokes were short and he wanted more, so Frank lifted himself up and started thrusting longer and harder. Ric’s moans encouraged him even more and the two bodies were bouncing on the bed. Frank’s balls started to tingle and he knew he wouldn’t last more than a minute or two more. He held off as long as he could and then collapsed on top of Ric and let the cum shoot. Each throb of his cock pumped another shot of poison into Ric’s cunt. Frank growled as he came inside his son and then kissed the back of his neck as the last few drops emptied into Ric. “Thanks, Ric. I used to love fucking first thing in the morning and I can’t remember the last time I could” Frank said. “That was hot. I bet you never fucked mom that hard” Ric replied, realizing that he might have crossed a boundary between father and son as soon as he said it. There was a long pause before Frank replied “Ahem, uh… Let’s get cleaned up and grab some breakfast before we head over to the university.”

Last werkend I had so much fun. Since a couple weeks Ihave a new buddy. Max is 18yo and a sleazy fuckboy. I met him at a parking and I took him home, where we had long and perv sex. He is a skinny tall boy that does bb since a young age. He told me he wanted me to meet his familly and invited me for the weekend. In the weeks before he told me alot about his 2 brothers and his parents. He lives in a shady/trailertrash area (got lots of pozfriends there) with lots of horny neighbors. He got me hard by the stories about his gay brothers and bi-sexual parents. At my arrival he brought me into the house were I heard lots of sex noisses and I noticed all the doors from the rooms were removed. That weekend I had a lot of sex and saw all of his family naked. Last weekend I went back and arrived an hour to early. I went inside and up to his room. In the hallway I heard him moan and looked for him. I found him in his parents bedroom getting fucked by his dad and facefucked by one of his brothers. It was so hot that I got naked and joined in. I fucked his brother and fot fucked by the 3 of them that weekend. I still am hard thinking about it and going back this weekend for more bare fun. Does anyone has a samelike experience?

You pretty much listed my talking points....so, yes.

Chapter II. A gorgeous brown cock slid through the gloryhole and the other guy gave me an evil grin. He stood me up and lined my leaky hole up to the wall. The unseen man on the other side of the wall groaned as I was forced back onto his raw cock. Then, the guy backed onto mine. His hole was loose and wet, clearly fucked often, and already at least a few times this night. I remained still, moaning into the stranger's neck as the guy on the other side of the wall did all of the work. When he lunged forward, his cock plunged into me and rocked my hips into the guy on my dick. 'Gonna cum! Gonna breed you,' I heard, muffled, through the wall. I felt my ass get slick with his fresh cum and that made me shoot my load into the guy I was fucking. Load #3 in my hole / Load #1 in another guy's hole. The stranger pulled off my cock and kissed me, saying, 'thank you,' into my open mouth. The guy behind the wall backed out of me with a wet juicy plop. I wanted to explore the place a bit and wandered the halls a bit, seeing another gloryhole in a wall. I peeked in to see that it looked into a dim room. There was a fuck bench with a few guys around it, all enjoying a bottom slut in one way or another. I couldn't see the bottom's face, but I saw his beautiful bubble butt, pale and covered with a matt of black hair. It reminded me of my own boy's ass and it made me smile. I wished he were here with me to enjoy this slutty hole-in-the-wall. Literally. Two sexy guys were alternating raw-fucking this lucky slut, with one guy gripping his head and skull-fucking his face. I watched a bit then moved onward to the outdoor pool. It was already dark outside, but the patio area was decently lit. I circled the pool, watching two guys fucking in the shallow end. There was a stand of tall reeds or grass with a trail in a narrow opening. I heard some action going on and stepped through the plants to discover a wooden gazebo with a leather sling in it. (I'm seriously not making this up. If you know the place, vouch for me…) There were two piggy men standing next to the sling, currently occupied by a slim lanky guy, maybe a college freshman. His feet were in stirrups and his ass was hanging off the edge of the sling and one of the guys was sliding his fist into his hungry loose ass. I mean, this freshman's ass was seriously gaping. His ass lips looked meaty as they swallowed the older man's wrist. The other guy was miking the freshman's hard cock, wiping up pearls of precum. He brought one to his lips and savored it. He brought the next one to the fister's mouth, then extended one to me. I lapped it up. These two pigs looked pozitively wasted, with jowly faces, fleshy soft asses, and hard beer-bellies. The freshman in the sling moaned, 'I need a break,' and they helped him out of the sling. He tottered away, bowlegged. One of the guys hopped into the sling and spread his cheeks. He clearly had been taking loads. I stepped forward to slapped my cock against his puffy gash. The other guy grasped my cock and slid in inside the bottom. I eased all the way in. The Guy kept his hand on my cock and I realized his hand was inside the bottom's ass too, gripping my dick. Fuck, it felt good. He eased his hand out and scooped my balls up and plopped them inside the bottom too. What a pig! The man lined up behind me and slid into right me. His cock wasn't big, but it felt so good sloshing around inside me. He grabbed the chains of the sling and rocked his buddy onto my cock and balls. He stayed planted in me but didn't move much. I felt my ass get suddenly warm and wet. I looked down and saw a yellow stream of piss pouring out of my ass. The guy was pissing into me! I'd never been so raunchy, especially not with strangers. Knowing that a stranger was actively pissing into me made me loose my load. I bred the bottom in the sling. Load #2 in another guy's hole. My piss-top jackrabbited into me, splashing his piss everywhere and forcing my still-hard cock out of the sling bottom. He filled me up with grunts as his hard belly rubbed against my back. Load #4 in my hole. To be continued..

(This is actually a true story. It was 1983, and I was an introverted, sky, skinny kid from the East End of Louisville, the 'burbs back then. I was deeply closeted and naive, and ready to be taken advantage of. This incident began a 10 month journey into sex and hard drugs that ended with me, a gay kid from the burbs, learning how to take cock, deep throat and yes, fuck pussy to the point where I got a black junkie pregnant. It was the best summer of my life, and brought me a wonderful daughter that I never thou a guy like me could ever have.) --------------------------------------------- I was barely nineteen and had been fucked only once, by a white guy who was 30. I met him in at Blue Movies in downtown Louisville, and we went back to his place, smoked a J and he topped me. He was so small i didn't even know he had cum until he went soft. So this is what I had fantasized about ever since I saw Freddie Mercury eating grapes on the back cover of the first Queen album? It wasn't anything like I had read in "First Hand" or "Inches," my favorite wack-mags. I was sorely disappointed and wondered if I was straight after all. A few weeks later I was back in the bookstore looking to do it again, and hopefully have a better experience. I had tried dating girls over the past few weeks, which made my dad very,very happy. He loaned me his sports car, gave me a wad of cash and beamed as I drove off, conflicted. A few dates, and I could not bring myself to even kiss one of them. Was I just shy, or really a fag? I didn't know. But I knew I was horny and that is what took me to the bookstore that night. In the arcade section, I saw a big black daddy, maybe 6-2 and in good shape. He must have been pushing fifty, and I was instantly attracted to this dangerous-looking giant man. I grew up in a typical upper-middle class family, went to St. X high school, and hid the fact that I was a fag from everyone except the guys who sucked me off at the bookstores. Looking back, i know my parents knew. But what made them think that talking about how "sick" it was to be gay would somehow turn me straight, instead of just make me feel unworthy and unloved and alone? He was standing outside a booth rubbing his cock through his checked polyester pants. I could just stare. He kept rubbing, and I could see his cock grow even bigger. I was mesmerized and walked toward him. I planned to go into the booth, leave the door unlocked, and wait for him to come in. Then I was going to suck my first dick. I had it all panned, but as I went to open the door, he grabbed my hand and looked down at me and said, "You think you can handle this, boy?" I said,"I don't know. I've only been fucked once." His eyes bugged a little and he said, "I live down the street, let's go." I followed him outside and walked about 12 blocks without either of us saying a word. I was getting scared. "I thought you said you lived down the street." He stopped and put his hand on my ass. "We're walking down the street, aint we?" He said, rubbing my ass and turning me on. Here I was a skinny 19 year old white kid from a good home, getting felt up at 10PM on a public street in downtown Louisville. He nodded toward the projects. "Just over there," he said. I followed him to the entrance to his place, and walked up three steps to his front door. He opened the door and we went inside. He closed the door and locked it. Now I was really scared, and my dick shrunk quickly. I looked around. The inside was one room, with a small kitchen, and a door to what was probably a bathroom. I looked at everything, planning a way to escape. It was remarkably clean, and empty except for a tv, a mattress, a lamp, and some boxes in the corner. At this point, i was scared shitless and started to try to talk my way out of it. He came over and grabbed my ass, hard. "You're not going anywhere, baby. And you're going to love this. Get them clothes off." He released my ass and I just stood there, panicked. He walked a few steps, stopped, and with his back to me, slowly, sexily, pulled his t-shirt over his head. Oh. My. God. The sexiest, darkest back I had ever seen. My cock started hardening again. He twirled his t-shirt slowly, almost like a stripper and turned around and revealed a nice, but not chiseled chest, with a few tattoos and long, dark nipples. I stared at those long nipples, and as I was standing there in a daze, he unbuttoned his pants, unzipped, and they dropped to the floor. No underwear, just a huge cock, hanging there half hard. He turned back toward the boxes again, but stopped and turned to look at me, and as he was staring at me, his cock started getting harder and harder until it was huge and standing straight out, "See how hard you got me?" He said. "So are you gonna get naked now?" It wasn't a question. I pulled my Polo t-shirt off and kicked off my topsiders. He smiled, turned and started rummaging through a shoebox. I took off the rest of my clothes and stood there, cock hard as a rock. He turned around and had a syringe, a little foil, a lighter, a spoon, and a little baggie. "You're gonna love this shit," he said. I had only smoked weed, and just that one time. But my dick was thinking for me, and I stood there and held out my arm as he tied a shoelace around my arm. He said, "Sit down or you are gonna fall down." I sat on the mattress and he busied himself with his spoon. He after a few minutes, he put the syringe into the spoon and pulled the plunger. There was a cloudy liquid in the chamber. I held out my arm, and watched him inject me. I felt a little woozy at first, but when he took the shoelace off, the entire room suddenly started spinning and I felt the most beautiful, peaceful feeling was over me. Every muscle in my body relaxed, and I swore that I could feel my soul moving around inside my body. I even felt the space between my ribs, felt them expand and contract as I breathed. "Wow," was all I could say. "wow." "You gonna learn to love my speedballs, boy, and come back for them all the time." "Whaaa," I slurred. Why can't I talk, I thought. "Yeah," he said as he moved even closer to me. "You're fucked now." I felt him pushing me backwards on the bed and pulling my legs apart. I had no muscle control. i felt completely asleep - heavy muscles, no feeling at all, anywhere, but also feeling everything at a deeper level than ever before. I saw his cock pointing at my hole, and I just moaned,"Fuuuuuck meeeee" as his face inched closer and closer to mine until it completely filled my entire line of vision.....

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. They say this summer has been hotter than most, and I’ll agree with that. In more ways than just the temperature. My name is Ryan and I need to tell you about this new guy I met. A bit about myself first, though. I’m in my late twenties, 27 to be exact. I’m gay and out and have been since high school. I’m not really a relationship guy, I like the freedom to fuck who and when I want. I’m a couple inches under six foot and about a hundred seventy pounds. I hit the gym occasionally, but my body stays toned from working construction for my uncle. I’ve had a beard since I turned 18 and keep it on the bushy side and the fur goes all the way down my body. A few guys I’ve been with told me I should trim it and thats the last they see of me. I like guys to have some fur. I’m not into shaved or naturally smooth guys. They just don’t turn me on. I have several piercings in each ear, a septum piercing in my nose, both nipples are pierced and a PA. Oh, and I have a bunch of ink. Both arms, a couple on my chest, my upper left leg, my right calf… you get the idea. Things had been going slow, sexually, but I knew someone would come along. In the mean time some porn and my right hand would have to do. A few weeks ago I stopped into the tattoo shop to talk to the guy thats done all of my ink about the back tattoo that we have been designing. I rode over on my bike (a cafe racer I built last year out of an old Honda CX650) and went into the shop in my leather jacket, wife beater, jeans and my well worn 10 eye Doc Martens. The artist, Sky, was working on a guy, putting down the first part of a piece that looked like it was going to go from his elbow up to his shoulder. I said “Hi” as I looked over the guy in the chair. He seemed to be a bit younger than me and really nervous. He was sitting there in some baggy shorts with his shirt off so that Sky could do his work. I couldn’t see any other ink on the guy which seemed strange. It looked funny since Sky had shaved part of the guy’s left pec, leaving the rest of his chest and abs covered in a thick dark fur. He was about my height, but skinnier. There was a little muscle but I could tell he probably had some kind of office job. He had a trimmed beard, a 4ga horseshoe earring in his left ear, and hair that seemed to be trying to be a tame mohawk. My cock started to stir and I was gazing, probably a bit too long, and Sky was introducing me to the guy. “Hey Ryan. Louis is finally getting inked. He’s been comin’ in here for over a year and finally pulled the trigger” Sky said. “Cool. Looks like he’s serious. No little shit tattoo that he hides so no one can see it. Oh, I’m Ryan. Good to meet you Louis” I replied. Louis winced as the needle jabbed into his tender chest skin while Sky made the outline. “Hi Ryan… Uh are you a regular customer?” Louis asked. Before I could answer Sky said “Yeah, he’s a walking billboard for my work” and then chuckled. I sat down at one of the stools in front of the counter and then took my jacket off, laying it on the other stool. I could see Louis looking over my arms and the bits on my chest that weren’t covered by my shirt. He seemed to nod and finally said “Looks really cool. I hope mine turns out as good.” “Don’t worry, you got the best guy doing it. It’ll look fuckin’ awesome” I said. I was undressing Louis in my mind, thinking of all the devious things I could do with his body before I fucked his brains out. I suddenly realized that I had no idea if the guy was gay or even bi, but my dick sure wanted to find out. To take my mind away from Louis, I pulled an envelope out of my jacket and said “I made a few changes to the drawings, Sky. Let me know what you think. I also put the rest of the money in the envelope. We still on for starting next Monday?” Sky stopped working on Louis and looked over at the calendar on the wall and said “Yup, your usual 6pm time. Don’t forget to bring the pizza this time” before returning to Louis’s upper arm. I chuckled and replied “Yeah, it’s a little hard to bring on the bike. We’ll see.” I kept staring at Louis’s body. I could see a bit of shine reflecting off his chest from him sweating. I wanted to go over and lick it off and then kiss Louis like he’d never been kissed before. I then tried to turn the conversation to see how he would react. “Hey Sky, when we finish my back are you going to finally let me tap that tight ass of yours?” I got a response, but it wasn’t the one I was looking for. Louis’s eyes opened wide and his mouth quickly followed. Sky quickly replied “I keep tellin’ you, you can have it as soon as I get to tap your girlfriend.” This was an inside joke between Sky and I, ever since the first time I hit on him. He knew I never would have a girlfriend - I was firmly on the gay side of the sexuality scale and not even a little bit bi. It seemed to calm Louis down a bit, which was good. I didn’t want to scare him off and kill any chance of getting into his pants or shorts. We bullshitted for a while and before I knew it, Sky was finishing up the first pass of Louis’s ink. Sky bandaged it up and told Louis how to care for it while Louis gingerly put his t-shirt back on. Sky came over to the counter and took the envelope and put it in the cash register under the tray. “I’ll see you next Monday” Sky said pointing to me “and I’ll see you next Tuesday” pointing to Louis. I grabbed my jacket and put it back on and started to leave. Louis was right behind me as I walked out and to my bike. “Nice bike but I don’t know how you ride that thing with the bars so low” Louis said while I slipped my helmet on. “It’s easy once you get used to it. Sucks in traffic though. You ride?” I asked him. “Yeah, I do. My bike’s running shitty though right now. Gotta take it in and get raped by the dealer” Louis said with a sound of disgust in his voice. I held back my initial thought of telling him “bring it over to my garage and I’ll rape you” and instead said “You could bring it over to my place and I can take a look and let you know what it might need.” I surprised myself at how civil and polite it came out. “Really? That would be so cool. I don’t know how to fix em and I think the dealer screws me over doing stuff that it doesn’t need or charging me for stuff they don't do” Louis said energetically. The smile that came over my face was partially hidden by my beard and that was probably good. Maybe I did have a chance with him. “How about Saturday afternoon. I work until 3, so maybe 4?” I said. “I can do that. Give me your number and we can text later to set it up” Louis replied eagerly. We shared cell numbers and I hopped on my bike, started it up and took off, leaving him standing in the parking spot. I didn’t want to be too pushy or appear too obvious that I wanted to turn him into my next play toy. Over the next two days we texted back and forth, him asking if I was serious or just being polite and I reassured him I wanted him to come over to my garage and we could look at his bike. The little devil on my shoulder said “and look at way more.”

Can't wait for the next couple of chapters. Maybe a revisit with the teacher and some of his friends...?

I absolutely love timing, both giving and receiving. I can eat a hole for hours at a time, specially if it was already loaded my bf always slurps on my pussy after I’ve been loaded up by others so I make sure to keep the loads deep in me for him When he rim my hole after a long gang fuck session it also has a soothing effect on me and helps recover my pussy faster

This above all but I would cover the basics like : Prep for the top and flushing his system (not everyone starts off or is a real piss pig and like yellow piss) Foods to stay away from before a session for the top, like coffee, tea, asparagus, artichoke, vitamin B supplements, Protein shake, how smoking cigs affects the taste or urine. Clean up and site preparations ( mattes, covers, etc.) Alternative areas to do it like in the shower, bathroom, or Bar Bathroom;-) How beer makes piss taste better Sexual diseases that can be transmitted through piss play, Like gonorrheal, chlamydia, syphilis

The slut is Bruce Jordan. Been in other TIM's movies too.

After my tops breed my hole, I always ask to clean their cocks with my mouth. While I definitely want their load in my pussy, I make sure that no drop of cum is wasted and I get to taste that amazing flavor of cum and manpussy combined. The more loads I have in me, the better it tastes. ???

I stopped at a friend’s house and got a fresh bag of weed and then stopped and picked up a pizza on my way to the garage. I opened the door and then closed it putting the pizza on the bench and then changing into my dirty work shorts. The evening was warm so I opened the garage door and left my shirt off, partially to let the skin on my back get some air and healing time and partially to let Louis look. I ripped open the parts bag and began re-assembling the carb. Just as I was putting the last screws in I heard a car pull up in the alley behind me. Louis hopped out of his Uber and walked in with a growler of beer, a couple plastic cups and a gym bag over his shoulder. “Hey, you’re early” I said smiling back at him. “Yeah, I left the Friday party at work early to pick up something to drink besides water… and I think I smell something that might go well with it” Louis said. “Me?” I replied, laughing. I cleaned my hands off and emptied a spot on the workbench. We scarfed down the pizza and drank a few cups of beer. I caught him staring at me a few times, but it wasn’t a creepy stare. I realized after a few times he didn’t mind that I knew he was looking at me. “So, is the bike done?” Louis asked. I knew he was kidding since the carb was sitting next to the pizza box and there were parts of his bike all over the garage. “Nope and you get to put it back together” I replied with a devilish grin. The shocked look on his face was priceless. I then added “I hope you brought some grubby clothes or your nice khakis and shirt are going to look pretty bad when you go to work Monday.” He was staring at me again and then calmly said “Yeah, I do. Besides, I have a stack of these shirts from work.” Louis got up and closed the garage door and walked back to where he had dropped his gym bag. He pulled out some cargo shorts and a tee and set them on the stool. Slowly he took his clothes off. I watched closely and was sure he was doing a slow strip tease in front of me. After he pulled his long sleeve polo shirt off, he stood there looking back at me and asked “So, how do you like it?” I was confused. Like what? His near naked body? The tight trunks that had a nice bulge? His smile? The slightly shaggier beard? “The tattoo, stupid” Louis said, shaking his head knowing that I was checking him out from head to toe. “Oh… that’s looking good” I said as I focused in on it closer and noticed that there were some outlines on his lower arm. He smiled and said “Yeah, I liked the full sleeve you have so I got Sky to continue it down to just above my wrist. Originally, I was going to wait to do the whole arm, but I decided to do it all now.” He looked back at me again and said “So, how is your back doing?” I smiled and turned around, showing him what three hours of Sky’s time had accomplished. “Fuck, that’s hot. It’s going from your neck down to your ass. How many more sessions?” Louis asked. “Probably three. I just wish I could see it easier. That’s why I left my back for last - that ink is more for others to see than me” I replied as I turned back facing him. “It makes you look even sexier” Louis said without any inhibition. He pulled me closer and we began to kiss, him in just his underwear and me in my work shorts and boots. His tongue pushed into my mouth and danced against mine while my hands rubbed down his back until I grabbed his ass and pulled his hips against mine. Our bulges were growing and pressing together as his arms wrapped around my back.

Louis pushed his shorts and underwear off and hopped into the shower in a flash. I picked up his shorts and underwear and sniffed them, enjoying his masculine scent. I dropped the underwear on the floor and put his shorts on. I went to the kitchen and saw two burger patties sitting there on a plate and a bag of frozen veggies. I went out on the balcony and found the grill already warmed up and went back in to get the burgers. I cooked the burgers, nuked the veggies in the microwave and set the table. With the grill off and the burgers plated, I closed the drapes in the living room and took his shorts off, tossing them back in the bathroom. I was standing there at the bathroom door when he got out of the shower and I watched him dry off, like he had done to me. He went to reach for his shorts and I said “Nope, if I’m naked you’re naked.” Louis dropped them and before he could say anything more I told him “Dinner is ready” and walked back to the table. Louis joined me and we ate dinner quietly chatting about nothing. Near the end of the dinner he said “You’d make a great wife with meals like this.” I chuckled and said “It’s husband and I’m glad you like it. I just spiced it up with what I could find.” “Yeah, I’m not much of a cook. You kind of have it all. You can build shit, you can fix motorcycles, you can cook and you’re…” he stopped before he could finish and I could tell he was embarrassed. “I’m what? An asshole?” I asked, wondering what he was going to say. “Sexy” he mumbled. “Thanks. You know, it doesn’t make you gay to say that another guy looks good” I replied as he got up and started cleaning the dishes. After a minute he said “I know, but I mean it in the gay sense. I don’t know why, but I’m attracted to you.” I could hear his voice crack and even though I was standing behind him, I could see the tear rolling down his cheek. “Hey, don’t ever let anyone tell you your feelings are wrong” I told him as I turned him around. I looked into his eyes and wiped the tear away. We stood there a few moments and then he moved his head towards mine and we kissed for a few minutes. I hugged Lous and then said “I’m gonna head home. Thanks for dinner and the shower. Do you want to meet next Saturday and finish up your bike? I have… uh… things to do tomorrow, but I might be able to do some work on it this week. Monday is out for me and Tuesday is out for you since we both have dates with Sky. It’s gonna take a few days to get the parts anyway.” I grabbed my clothes out of the bathroom and put them on. He looked back at me a little sad. “Uh, yeah. Saturday is good. Same time?” He asked. “Yeah. You have my number if things change. Or if you just want to talk” I said. I think he wanted me to stay the night, but I wasn’t sure where I wanted this to go now. Initially, I wanted to get into his pants, fuck and move on. Now, it was getting more complicated. Sunday I headed up early to my cousin’s farm for a day of dirt biking. I was exhausted when I got home and went to bed right away. Monday, I was at work early and then went home to shower and then get over to Sky’s place where I spent a few hours face down as he inked up the first part of my back tat. I was relaxing Tuesday night when I got a text from Sky - “WTF?” “Huh?” I replied. “U gonna fk Louis?” Sky answered. I didn’t know myself. After a few minutes I replied “if he wants.” “He’s a mess from his breakup. Give him time. Don’t take advantage of him. He’s a nice guy” was the response. Sky knew that I rarely was in a relationship and much preferred to pick em up, fuck em and then go on to the next guy. I replied “I know he is. I’ll be good.” I then sent off a message to Louis. “u ok?” I didn’t hear anything back before I went to sleep. There was nothing the next day either. Thursday I got home from work and there were a few packages in front of the door. I opened each one and it was all of the parts for Louis’ bike. I sent off a text “Hi. got all the parts. want to work on it tomorrow?” I waited a few minutes and then packed everything up into one box and grabbed a few bungee straps. I tied the box on the back of the Yamaha and then headed over to the garage. I was just about to finish putting the new bearings in the front wheel of Louis’ bike and heard my phone on the workbench chirp. I got the wheel back on the bike and went over and tapped the phone with my only greaseless knuckle. Louis had replied but with my hands full of grease I couldn’t open the phone up to find out what he said. I realized I was almost as nervous as when I was in high school and had my first boyfriend. I wiped my hands clean and read the message. He said “can’t make it til 7. too late?” and I replied “no.” I finished up the frontend of the bike, put on the new drive belt and pulled the carb off. I disassembled it and left most of the parts sitting in cleaning fluid before I cleaned my hands up and closed up shop for the night. Friday I was distracted most of the day and got several comments that I was working at half speed or too ready for the weekend. As I was packing up to leave Carlos walked up, slapped my ass and asked “Hot date tonight?” I grinned back at him and replied “Nah, workin on a guy’s bike.” Carlos laughed and said “Make sure to ride it hard ” and winked at me.

not impossible. if you go to a lot of group settings like sex clubs, sex resorts and sex parties it is easy to run up the count. In the 10 days of Pig Week, last year, for instance I enjoyed over 200 matings in 10 days time while in a CumUnion party during my 5 days in SF for Folsom Street Fair I have over 30 guys in 5 hours including one the jerked off inside me because I was so used by the end of it. I finished my year off with a total of 903 sex partners and over 1,100 sex acts done to my body when i factor in repeat users. If you are promiscuous enough from a young age like many of us on here were, such totals are easy to achieve. With my upcoming move to Atlanta to further build my sex industry career and even easier access to CumUnion and similar parties 2019 looks to be another banner year of sexual excess for me.

“Nah, I’m not right now. Just playing the field” I said, leaving it ambiguous. Changing the subject, I said “Let’s take a look and see if we can do something about this beast.” He was my go-fer, finding tools and helping out. We changed oil and oil filter, cleaned the air filter that looked like it had been soaked in oil and kicked around a dirt field all day, and replaced the plugs. I could tell that the carb was going to need some TLC when we took the air filter off, but crossed my fingers and started it up. It was definitely better than when he brought it in, but still not like it should be. A little probing more and I found some other issues that were gonna require more parts to get it running right. I looked over a few other things and found some stuff that worried me. “Louis, does this thing handle like a pig?” I asked. “I don’t know, why?” he asked concerned. “The wheel bearings are shot, look at how the front wheel wobbles. And this belt is all cracked. You shouldn’t be riding this thing until we get those fixed. It’s gonna kill you like this. Let’s make a list of parts we need and then I’ll pick them up” I told him seriously. “Fuck. I guess I’m taking the bus back home. It’s after nine on a Saturday night, that should be interesting” he said. “I can give you a ride home, don’t worry.” I replied. “Really? You did a lot for me already. Dinner is on me then” Louis said back in a happy and eager tone. I laughed. “I can’t go anywhere like this. They’d even throw me out of Mickey D’s” I said. “No problem, I’ll make burgers or something at my place. You can even shower there” he replied. “How can I refuse?” I said back with a grin. My cock was grinning too and starting to strain my jockstrap under my shorts. “Can you close the door? I need to change clothes and don’t want to give the neighborhood a show” I asked. Louis closed the door and as it hit the ground I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall. I stepped out of them and then folded and laid them on the bench. I was standing there in nothing but my bulging jockstrap and leather boots and I could sense Louis looking at me. I had never been shy being naked around other guys. While I might not be a model, I thought I looked pretty good. “Damn” I heard him say as I bent over and untied the boots before taking them off and then sliding my jeans back on, stuffing my plump cock inside. “What?” I asked. “Uh… more ink” he said, stumbling for words. I knew what might have thrown him but decided to be coy. “You like the serpent wrapped around my leg?” I asked. “Uh, yeah. But the other one…” his voice trailed off. He had obviously seen the tattoo of interlocked male symbols on my ass. “Oh yeah. My first tattoo. When I just turned 18 and was out and proud” I replied. “You’re gay? You don’t seem like a guy that would be uh…” he said, shocked. “Queer? Not every gay guy matches the stereotype. I could take you places and show you the real breadth of gay guys in the city and you’d be surprised. I hope it doesn’t change how you think of me” I said. “Oh no, I didn’t mean it that way. I was just really surprised” he said apologetically.

Part 5 With Tina doesn’t through his body, coding his mind and taking his thoughts to sleazier places I exposed Bruce to his first raw fuck. The expression on his face was a mixture of pure joy from the pleasure he was receiving and worry knowing that he was putting himself at risk with this raw fuck. The deep, sexual moans that he made with every thrust of my cock told me the pleasure side of the internal argument was winning. The entire situation with Bruce had me so turned on my cock deemed you grow harder. The entire situation with Bruce, the way his body responded to my touch, my cock invading his hole, the look in his eye as I bottomed out my cock deep in his hole weigh dry thrust had me so turned on. I’m sure as Bruce looked up at me he saw a jock who was tenderly giving him what he needed, and (more importantly) something extra that he didn’t know he needed. My cock had already started to drop a steady supply of pre cum that I hoped would stay to change him forever. Although I had yet to sero-convert I knew my body was probably already fling up with the virus. The thought of all that cum I took over the week was filled with enough of the bug there was no way I was going to escape it grasp. From the moment I was first fucked and Jason unloaded inside me I started to feel a change inside me. Not just the fact I discover the pleasure of gay sex, or the connection of bare skin on bare skin, or the intimacy of a man injecting his load directly into my body. My mind began to go to a sleazy place of what I wanted to do with man. How I wanted to please him in so many ways. But right know, this was for me, my fucking Bruce was for my pleasure. Yes Bruce was I the receiving end of a nice cock bringing him to heights of pleasure as the drugs took him to a place (like me) he’d want to return to again and again. I was going to show him the way and Steven was thing to take him there. I began to feel my balls tingle and I began to fuck with more ferocity. Cum began to ooze in a steady stream from Bruce's limp Tina dick I was approaching my impending orgasm. I learned down allowing or two foreheads to touch. I looked into his eyes directly into his soul. We spoke to each other without saying a word. Bruce knew he was about to be his first ever breeding from his first every raw fuck. I have him a quick nod of my head as I one I was about to blow my load inside him any second. Bruce nodded back acknowledging what was about to happen between us. I couldn’t hold back any longer add let loose with a giant roar, “FUCK!! I’M CUMMING BRO. I’M FUCKING BREEDING YOUR ASS!!!!” The look on Bruce's far was a combination of fear and contentment. I slowly worked my cock inside Bruce’s well bred ass while I was hang ready for round two. Bruce’s expression changed to me of cock as I began to fuck him did a second time. I knew I had taken him to a whole new level after my third lead.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 1 I was a gay man in my early 20s with some sleazy, kinky, taboo desires. I always had that streak in me. I love cum so bareback sex made an instant connection with me, and not just any bareback sex, but totally uninhibited bareback sex. Yes, I had a fantasy involving a hot guy, lots of bareback pig play, and him shooting his seed in me. Not just any seed, but poz seed. There was also something edgy and erotic about a tattooed, bareback pig. Seeing heavily inked guys always made my cock hard, and I always wanted to be one of those guys. It just took me a while to decide what type of tattoo I wanted on my body. I researched local tattoo artists for months, but none of their work proved to be of the quality I was looking for. I decided to drive 90 minutes south and attend the annual tattoo convention in Chicago in hopes of finding an artist with a portfolio that impressed me. It was such a lustful trip for me. I also love unusual facial hair like longer goatees and beards and handlebar mustaches. Guys with piercings also turn me on. Tattoos, facial hair, and piercings seem to go hand in hand. The convention center was packed with people covered in ink with a ton of piercings and facial hair of every length and type. The continuous buzz from all the tattoo guns running could be heard throughout the place. Every booth had an artist or two working on fresh ink. I eyed the sexy men between browsing through artists’ portfolios. There was a ton of guys with no shirts on getting inked up at the various booths. Some with sexy hairy chests or a nice treasure trail disappearing into their jeans. My brain was in eye candy overload, and my cock was half erect for most of the show. I rounded the corner walking through the rows of booths and came across a very hot tattoo artist. He looked to be about 28 and was slender with a shaved head. His hair was reddish brown, with a slightly wavy goatee that must have been about a foot long. It ended in a point near his belly button. His mustache had a slight twist of small handlebars at the corners of his mouth. Full sleeves of ink extended from his t-shirt. He even had hand and neck tattoos. He was working on the back piece of a handsome little twink, and he glanced up at me as I approached his booth. He gave me a smile, and a nod of his head to say hello as he returned to his art piece. I stopped and paged through his portfolio. I kept glancing up to look at him while turning the pages. As I turned another page I glanced up to check him out again. My eyes traveled up his sexy body to his face and found him looking directly at me. He smiled at me again, and I quickly turned my eyes back to his portfolio. Sure that he noticed me checking him out, I began to blush. It was hard to keep my eyes off him, though, and I again glanced back at him. He again was looking at me too, and stopped his tattoo work. He told the twink he would be back in a minute to continue and walked toward me. He appeared to have a nice sized cock from the bulge in his jeans. Holding out his hand he said, “Howdy, I’m Zak.” “Isaac, but most people call me Zeek,” as I shook his hand. I again paged through the book of ink, “Is this your work?” “Ah, yes it is.” “Nice work, I like it.” “Well, thanks. Are you looking to get some ink done?” “Yeah, I just don’t know what I want to get yet.” “Do you have any tattoos yet?” “No, it would be my first.” “Are you from Chicago?” “No, but I’m only about 90 minutes north of here in Milwaukee.” “Cool, well, if you would like to talk about it, I can help you with design ideas.” “Awesome, I’d like that.” “Here’s my card. Give me a call, and we can set up a time to talk.” “Thank you, Zak, I’ll do that.” “Nice to meet you.” “Ditto.” With that he returned to his customer to continue his ink, which gave me the perfect opportunity to check out his ass. Just as I imagined, he had one nice butt and I found it hard to look away. When he sat down he again looked at me, and found me staring at him. Zak picked up his tattoo gun, glanced back at me, and gave me a look that set my gaydar off. A smile came across his face. I nodded, smiled back at him staring straight into his eyes then disappeared into the crowd. I wandered the convention center enjoying the hot, inked up men and all the beards and 'staches. Pure heaven for this gay man. I had to piss, and found the bathrooms were lined up with guys waiting to empty their bladders. It took a while waiting in line, but I was next to piss, and a stall opened up. I wasted no time getting into the stall. My cock felt like it could burst from holding back my piss. I closed the door to the stall and quickly unzipped my pants. The entire toilet seat was splattered with piss. I chuckled a little thinking there must be a lot of PA piercings in those pants today, otherwise just a bunch of hot pigs with a bad aim. I let out a full stream of piss, emptying my bladder. It felt good to relieve the pressure, but I quickly found myself fully erect smelling all that piss and testosterone in the air. I also loved piss play, and thoughts of lapping up all the urine from the toilet seat was hard to resist. I stroked my cock a few times, then tucked it back into pants, trying to hide my hard on the best I could. I zipped up again and quickly left the men’s room. I buried myself in the crowd, waiting for my cock to go down then continued to stroll through the packed convention booths. About a week later I came across Zak’s business card in my wallet and decided to give him a call. The phone rang a few times, “Windy City Tattoo, this is Zak.” “Ah, hi Zak, you may not remember me, but I met you at the tattoo convention last week. You told me to give you a call if I wanted to discuss tattoo options.” “Zeek!! Glad to hear from you.” “Wow, you remembered my name.” “Of course I did. So, you want to set up a time to discuss tattoo designs?” “Yeah, are you free any time this week?” “My last appointment should be done around 5:30 tomorrow. Can you get to the shop tomorrow night around 6?” “Sure. I’ll see you then.” “Awesome!! See you tomorrow.” I had a three day weekend so this was the perfect way to kick off my weekend. I left plenty early to try and beat Friday rush hour traffic heading into Chicago. I arrived early, and realized Zak’s tattoo shop was just outside the gay district on Halsted Street, so I wandered around the gay district for a bit. When I returned to Zak’s shop he was just finishing with his last tattoo appointment. He was wearing black biker boots, faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. I loved his fully inked sleeves and hands. His entire neck being inked was so hot too. Just the sight of him gave me a partial wood. He invited me to the back of his shop, and we sat on a sofa and discussed the style of tattoos I was looking for. His suggestion of Japanese style tattoos intrigued me. He explained the meaning behind different tattoos in Japanese culture, and I decided my first piece would be a colorful full sleeve with yin yang koi, waves, flowers and filler. Zak sat next to me, and occasionally touched my arm as he discussed options and placement. Our legs were touching as we continued to look at designs. He suggested I remove my shirt, so he could do a quick, rough sketch on my arm. He explained that he liked to just draw out the design directly on the body to get better placement than trying to use transfers. I pulled my t-shirt off, and he began touching my arm, and turning it in different directions. Then he pulled out a marker and started drawing on my skin. His touch began to turn me on, and before I knew it my cock was fully erect. I couldn't hide the bulge that formed in my jeans. It was obvious Zak also noticed my hard cock, but he kept himself focused on drawing on my arm. The sketch began to take shape, and Zak maneuvered my arm into different positions as he continued to draw on my skin. Each time he lowered my arm to my lap his hand brushed again my hard cock, and I noticed his rod was also erect extending down his jean leg. He again moved my arm to a new position and my hand came to rest on his thigh next to his cock while he continued his design. I couldn't resist it any longer, and I brushed my hand against the bulge in his jeans. His cock throbbed against my hand, and before I knew it I was rubbing his cock through his jeans. He stopped drawing on my arm and reached over and massaged my hard rod. Zak leaned over to me and began to French kiss me. Our tongues and lips were locked in a passionate exchange for a bit. Then Zak stood up and saying “I was hoping you would be interested,” as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head revealing a fully inked chest with a sunburst around his belly button that continued down and disappeared into his jeans toward his cock. “Damn, man…..wooooooof!” He pulled me to my feet. We continued to make out, our tongues twisted together in deep, erotic kissing and panting. Zak wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbed my ass with his hands, and pressed our hard cocks against one another through our jeans. We continued to kiss, grinding our bodies against one another; our cocks throbbing with excitement. I was free-balling it and could feel a wet spot forming in my jeans from precum leaking from the head of my shaft. Zak reached for my crotch, rubbing my cock through my pants before unbuttoning my jeans and dropping them to my ankles. He pushed me backward onto the couch. I landed on my ass and leaned back on the sofa in a lounged sitting position, with my cock standing at attention. Zak flipped my shoes off and pulled my jeans from my ankles. He stood up in front of me, kicked his shoes off then unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His cock sprung to attention standing straight in the air, pulsing up and down. The shaft of his tool curved slightly to the left and upward about 8 inches long. His cock was pierced with a large prince albert, and inked with flames leading down the shaft to a black biohazard tattoo centered below his belly button. More ink led to the sunburst around his belly button. The ring to his cock piercing dangled with each pulse of his cock, and precum began to hang from the end of his jewelry. Tattoos covered a good 75% of his body. His body was an erotic piece of art that made my cock dance with excitement at the sight of this stud. “Fuck, you are so hot. I want to be covered in ink like you.” Zak pointed to his biohazard tattoo. His eyes remained locked onto mine, and a playful conversation started, “You know what this one means, don’t you?” “You’re poz?” “Are you okay with that, because I only bareback?” “Yeah,” with a smile on my face, “Are you ok that I’m neg?” “Yep.” “Do you want to cum in me?” “Uh huh.” “Are you into gifting?” “Are you into chasing?” “I could be.” “Then I could be too.” My mouth was like a magnet to his cock. I was on my knees in a flash. I wrapped my lips around the head of his rod, tasting his precum before sliding the full length of his shaft deep into my throat. His cock stiffened in my mouth, and he moaned as my tongue slid back down toward the tip of his shaft. Zak put his hands on the back of my head and slowly face fucked me with the full length of his tool, as he murmurred “That’s it, suck my poz cock. Taste my toxic precum.” As he continued to leak precum down my throat, fucking my throat with his death stick, he remarked “I’d love to do your ink work for you. Maybe I’ll even be marking you with a biohazard tattoo. Would you like that?” “Yes!!” “Want me to poz you, Zeek?” “Yes, charge my ass up, please.” Zak pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around and pushed me onto my knees on the couch. “You want my poz cock in your ass?” “Yes, please fuck me. Give me your seed.” I was so turned on I felt like I could shoot my load at the anticipation of taking his charged spunk. He knelt behind me, spread my ass cheeks with a firm grip, and buried his tongue in my hole. It didn’t take long for my puckered hole to surrender as his tongue slipped past my cunt lips. His tongue lubed my hole and slowly worked inside, begging to open me up. Zak gave my ass a deep tongue bath and began to fuck me with its full length. The sensations made me horny as hell, and a strong urge to feel his bare cock buried in my ass burned within me. I moaned, “Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.” Zak continued to rim my ass, and worked a finger inside. He slowly advanced his finger all the way in and out of me then added another, before continuing to lick and fuck me with his tongue. My ass was wet and primed for his shaft. Zak stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks with his hands. I felt his against my cunt, then he slid his slick cock head across my hole, further lubing me with precum. He continued to rub the full length of his rod against my hole, driving me wild to be opened up wide. I felt the steel from his cock piercing fold to the side tight against his cock as he pressed the head of his dick against my hole. He slowly thrust the head of his tool, spreading my ass, and slipping inside. He spit on my hole lubing us both some more for me to take the rest of his meat inside me. I pressed my ass against his rod, and he again thrust inside me. Pain shot through my body and my hole tightened around his shaft as I tensed my body. Zak held his cock in place, “Easy, just relax…..relax.” The pain subsided and I arched my back and again pressed firmly against his cock. Zak grabbed my hips and with one abrupt thrust buried his cock balls deep into my guts. I again tightened my ass around his toxic meat, and let out a little gasp. It hurt so good, but my cock pulsed rock hard. I began to moan with pleasure. This was the first time I had a pierced dick in my hole, and it felt incredible. “You like my pierced cock in you, huh?” “Oh God…..yes!!!” I began to relentlessly pump my ass against his death stick, and Zak joined the rhythm. Tightening his grip on my hips, he pounded my ass hard with each thrust. His balls slapped against my ass with each plunge. “Ah, you’re a hungry pig for my toxic seed, aren’t you?” “Fuck, yes. Poz my faggot ass.” “Slow down, stud. You’ll get my DNA but not until I’m ready to flood your ass.” He held my hips steady, then slowed his pumping motion and continually withdrew his cock to the tip, with just the steel of his piercing remaining in my hole, then again thrust deep inside me, commenting as he did so, “Man, your hole feels awesome wrapped around my cock.” “That's good, 'cause fuck, I love your rod in me.” He continued a slow steady pace, edging himself close to shooting his load in my guts, then stopping, I could feel his cock pulsing a few times deep inside me, then Zak again began working his dick in and out of me. Each time he brought himself close to cumming then backed off. “You want my poz seed in you now?” “Yes, you feel so incredible. Load me up.” He again began to thrust in and out of my hole, but this time he slowly increased his pace, plunging in me harder and faster. “Fuck, I’m really close. You’re getting all my seed.” “You want it pig? Want my charged cum?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Yeah?” “Yes, I want to poz. Give it to me.” I again tightened my ass around his shaft, and he thrust in me one more time. “Here it comes….take my poz load.” He groaned and grunted, as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep in my hole. The sensations of his cum shooting from his death stick deep in my guts pushed me over the edge, and my cock erupted gobs of cum over and over with each throb of my shaft. With his cock still pulsing inside me, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved his cock even deeper in my ass. I couldn’t get enough of Zak’s cock. It felt amazing buried in my cunt. My balls drained themselves of all their seed. My ass was now filled with Zak’s poz juice. As he pulled his cock from my ass, cum trickled and dripped from my gaping hole. I knew he filled me with a huge load of sperm. My intestine walls were coated with his virus. Would it find its way to my bloodstream? The risk was incredibly exciting. I was hooked. There was no stopping it. I was definitely becoming a junkie for poz cum. Zak flopped on the couch next to me, panting and sweating. “Fuck that felt awesome. You have one hot ass.” Grinning and puffing, “It was very hot.” I turned and lay on the couch with my head resting on his thighs at his cock. I licked his mushroom head clean and ran my tongue down his shaft. “So……..am I hired to do your ink?” “How can I say no after a consultation like that?” We remained on the couch, naked. My head rested on Zak’s lap with his beautiful meat before my eyes. A small drop of poz spunk leaked from his piss hole and I lapped it up. We talked for a bit, getting to know each other a little better, while touching and caressing each other’s bodies. Zak told me he was born and raised in Chicago. He always had a fascination with tattoos from an early age on. He started working in a tattoo shop at 15, and after a few years became an apprentice for several years. He was lucky enough to be able to open his own shop a few years ago. Tattooing was something he loved. It was his passion, and all his tattoos had meaning in his life. I ran my hand across his biohazard tattoo. “So how long have you been poz?” “Not long, just a few years.” “Are you on meds yet?” “Ah…..no, so you got a fully charged load. Hope you’re cool with that.” My cock started to bone up. I nodded my head for him to look at my rod, “Does that answer your question?” “I guess so, you hot pig.” “Do you know who pozzed you?” “Yep,” with a slow drawn out descriptive tone, “A hairy, muscular, leather daddy with a beautiful ass and huge, uncut cock.” We both chuckled. “Did you know he was poz?” “You mean, did I chase?” “Yeah, did you want to convert?” “Fuck, yes, and it was one hot breeding.” “So why aren’t you with him?” “We weren’t looking for a relationship. We both got what we wanted from it. I was determined to get his poz load in me, and he was determined to make me work for it. It was an all-out, totally uninhibited, raunchy, verbal, poz fuck.” “It sounds like a hot breeding.” “Poz talk makes it the hottest conversion sex.” After a short pause, “So, when do you think you can get back down here to start your ink?” “Are you free next Friday in the afternoon? I could get down here by 3 or so.” “Ok….Friday at 3 it is. We’ll start your sleeve.” “Great, sounds good.” So, Zeek, what do you do up in Milwaukee?” “Well, let’s see, I like a lot of things. I graduated from college last year and just bought a home. I love doing remodeling and landscaping, so I’m redoing my house, fixing it up. I like being outdoor, hiking, biking, camping; stuff like that. I really enjoy movies, and dining out with buds.” “Cool. So what’s your degree in?” “Marketing and web design.” “Bonus!! If you’re up for it, maybe you can redesign my website for me.” “I’ll show you some of my work. If you like it, I’d love to do that for you.” “Awesome.” We stayed on the couch a bit longer and lye in each other’s arms. His naked body felt so good cuddled up against mine. “Hey, Zeek, do you have to be back in Milwaukee at a certain time? “No, I’m not on any schedule tonight. What did you have in mind?” “Want to go grab a few beers?” “Sure, that would be great.” Neither one of us moved too fast to get up. I think we both enjoyed cuddling together naked, but we reluctantly dragged our asses off the couch and slipped our clothes back on. Zak hung out in boystown at a few of the gay bars so we walked a few blocks to his favorite hang-out for a few beers. Zak introduced me to a few of his buddies that were out. We did a few shots with them then continued some one-on-one chat. “So, Zeek, what else gets you going besides ink, piercings and taking poz cock raw?” I chuckled, “Well, I’m pretty open-minded. I have a bit of a kinky streak in me.” “Oooh, kinky streak, like what? And you can’t shock me, believe me.” “Anything from toys, slings, sounds, to watersports, and more. What about you?” “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do, and everything on your list…… been there, done that. I’m a pig.” He leaned over to me and gave me a gentle nibble on my lip before planting a wet kiss on me. Standing up from his bar stool, Zak circled behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, “I have to piss if you want a taste.” He made his way to the men’s room and looked back at me with a grin. You didn’t have to tell me twice. I was off my bar stool in a flash and following him to the bathroom with my beer in hand. When I walked into the bathroom, Zak already had his pants unzipped and his pierced meat dangled at the urinal. I walked up behind him and grabbed his ass. He turned to face me and pushed me to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth, and he held me still with his hands on my shoulders. “Fuck, here it comes.” As the first drops of piss hit my tongue I must have sprung an instant boner. I loved drinking from the tap. Zak’s warm piss sprayed from his cock filling my mouth. It had just a slight bitter taste to it, but was pretty watered down from the beer. I was like a hungry pig sucking its mother’s tit, wanting every drop of piss down my throat. Zak repeatedly stopped his urine stream, giving me just enough time to gulp down all of his nectar before letting his piss flow again in my mouth. My cock throbbed over and over again. He pulled his cock from my mouth and the last few sprays and drops of piss landed on my face, stache and beard. It was as if he was marking his territory. I stood up, slammed the rest of my beer in front of him then held the bottle to my cock head. I let out a full stream of piss filling my bottle to the top. I took a swig of my own piss then Zak took the bottle from my hand and left the bathroom. When I returned to the bar, he was sitting on his bar stool drinking from my beer bottle in front of everyone. They had no idea he was actually swigging my sweet cock nectar and not beer. After tipping another beer together and an erotic farewell kiss, I left for Milwaukee. On my drive up I94 I had time to think outside the heat of the moment. Even though I had fantasized for a long time about taking a poz cock raw, that was the first time I actually went through with it. A little fear set in knowing I could possibly poz from Zak’s DNA planted deep in my hole. I debated pulling into the Oasis pit stop, heading to the bathroom and emptying his seed from inside me. Those thoughts were quickly diverted by my cock boning up over thoughts of how awesome his hard shaft felt in me, and that having his poz cum in me also turned me on. The thoughts of his hot naked, inked body danced through my head. The smell of his piss still lingered on my beard and stache. My cock again throbbed in my jeans. I never even considered myself an actual chaser, but found myself craving more of his toxic spunk. The Oasis was just ahead, but I drove on past as my car continued down I94; my cock raging hard and my ass twitching full of Zak’s charged cum. I still had some fear in me, but I knew there was no turning back. I began to accept that I wanted to charge up, and I wanted Zak to be my gifter. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 2 Unable to sleep, I got out of bed, and started my day. Today was a special day for several reasons. It was my 23rd birthday, and it was also Friday, the day of my first tattoo session with Zak. I was a little anxious and nervous, but excited to be seeing him again. I wanted to start my journey becoming a heavily inked pig, but I was not sure how much it would hurt. I turned on Netflix and watched some episodes of Miami Ink. Seeing hot Ami James and all his sexy ink just got me turned on and more determined than ever to go through with it. It was what I wanted. I decided to get dressed and cruise down to Chicago early. It was a perfect day for a drive, sunny and warm. I rolled down the windows and cranked the music. The air felt invigorating blowing across my body. I arrived in Boystown well ahead of my tattoo time with Zak, so I decided to browse the shops in the area. I came across a cool bookstore and bought a tattoo magazine. I also found an awesome pair of black biker boots, and a few t-shirts. Then I came across an adult bookstore and couldn’t resist checking out their gear. I ended up walking out with a “pig” t-shirt and a new yellow “piss pig” jock. After my little shopping spree I headed for the tattoo shop. I arrived a little early for my appointment. Zak greeted me with a hug and told me I could have a seat on the sofa while he finished up with his client. He grabbed me a bottle of water, and I sat down in the same place where just a week earlier I was taking Zak’s poz cock raw. The thought of it just gave me a major erection. I tried to find a distraction to get my boner to stop poking at my jeans. After all, Zak and his client were within eye’s shot. At least his client had his back to me. I found Zak’s portfolio sitting on the table next to the sofa. I browsed through the pages, but seeing his ink work only made my cock harder. I glanced at Zak, and he happened to look up at me. I immediately grinned back at him and stood up to show him my raging hard on through my jeans. I rubbed my crotch, and he chuckled then gave me a look that said, “Behave yourself.” I returned to the sofa and remembered an article I read several years earlier about a guy that popped wood at an inappropriate time and tried to “kill” the “snake” that had come to life in his pants by thinking about greasy dishes. (Why the hell I remember that article I have no idea). Maybe that would kill the beast in my pants. I tried to concentrate on dirty dishes, but all I could think about was stripping naked and having Zak fuck the hell out of me and unload his poz seed in my ass. My hard cock raged on. I grabbed a pillow for my lap to camouflage the bulge in my pants. After about a 15 minute wait, Zak poked his head around the corner and told me to follow him to his tattoo station. He walked to the entrance and locked the front door. “Now we’re all alone. No interruptions.” I pointed to my pants, “Good, because something is still up.” Zak laughed, “You’re becoming a cum-crazed pig. You know that don’t you?” “Yeah, and I love it.” I took a seat at his work station, and he walked up to me from behind. He put his hands on my shoulders, bent down and ran his tongue across the back of neck. He kissed my neck, nibbled my earlobe then worked his way to kissing my cheek. His tongue licked across my upper lip and he buried it into my mouth and started to make out with me, swirling his tongue with mine. Zak showed me his now hard cock bulging through his jeans, “As much as I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here, we won’t get anything done that way.” “And why is that a bad thing?” He again chuckled, “Let’s focus on your ink. We can play after.” “Oookkkaaayyy, ok.” “So are you ready to get started, sexy?” “Yeah, I’m ready.” “Awesome.” He grinned, “Besides, I’ll kill your hard on in no time when you feel the needle.” I chuckled and smiled at him, “You seem to be getting too much pleasure from that.” “I probably am, but there’s only one way to find out. Let’s get started. I made a few sketches for you to take a look at. If you like them I’ll use the one you want.” After looking at both designs, I had a hard time deciding between the two. Both were so cool. “Wow, I’d be happy with either design. They rock!!” “Well then, can I make a suggestion? This one is my favorite, because I think it will follow the curves of your arm the best.” “Cool. Then that’s it. It’s the one.” “Great. Get your shirt off and I’ll start the layout.” I pulled my shirt off over my head and sat down in the chair again. Zak was grinning at me. “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I’m happy you are here, and allowing me to give you your first tattoo. That and you have one hot, trim body.” He pulled his chair next to mine, and took me by the hand. He positioned my arm and started the sketch. “This tattoo is going to look so cool on you, Zeek.” After about 10 minutes Zak completed the rough layout, and started to set up his ink. “Go look in the mirror and let me know if you’re happy with the layout.” I walked to the mirror and checked out the design. “It looks perfect.” “Awesome, get your sweet ass over here.” “Yes sir.” “Have a seat and get your arm up here. I’ll start out slow so you can see how it feels. We’ll work on it as long as you can. If you need a break, just let me know.” I sat in the “hot seat” again. I was nervous and excited all rolled up into one. Zak positioned my arm, “Here we go. You’re about to lose your tattoo virginity.” The familiar buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room, and my adrenaline rush kicked in. Zak rubbed a dab of aquaphor onto the first spot and the needle pierced my skin and the first line was inked in no time. I was happy to find the pain tolerable. It felt more like an annoying pinching sensation than anything. I also quickly discovered that I like to watch. I like to see the needle entering my skin watching the tattoo take shape. Guess that doesn’t come as a surprise to me, since I love visual stimulation with sex too. Seeing piss or cum shooting from a hot cock, or watching a hard piece of meat sliding in and out of a gaping ass is totally erotic. I like eye contact while getting fucked too. There definitely is a sexual side to the process of getting tattooed. The needle poked my arm again and snapped me back to reality. After about an hour and a half or so of turning my arm this way and that way, and switching to lying on the table, while Zak carved his design into my arm, the line work was finished. “How are you doing, Zeek? Need a break for a few?” “Sure. A stretch break would be good.” “How does it feel?” “It’s definitely burning a little, but it’s ok.” “Cool, we won’t finish in one session so let me know when you need to end. I’ll let you call it.” I walked over to the mirror to check out my new ink. Zak appeared behind me in the mirror, slipped his arm around my waist and kissed me gently on the neck. “It’s looking so hot on you, Zeek.” “I love it so far.” “Wait until you see the color start to fill it in. It will come to life.” Zak returned to his seat and set up the colors needed in his ink caps. After about 5 minutes, “I’m ready for you, Zeek. Let’s start shading in that sucker.” This time Zak had me lay on the table to start. He positioned my arm straight out away from my body. “Damn, Zeek, you make me want to tear those jeans off and fuck you right here.” Zak wheeled his chair to the side of the table and kissed me on the belly. I caressed the back of his head. His lips felt incredible on my skin, and his beard tickled my side. My cock certainly responded to his touch. It was already half erect. “I’d love to seed you right now.” “As hard as this is to say, Nah uh, it’s ink time. We can play soon enough.” He said, “I know, I know…..Focus.” The buzz of his tattoo gun kicked in again, and the color started on my sleeve. About 2 ½ hours later we were finished for the day. A bunch of color was completed and it was looking awesome, but my arm was also on fire. Zak cleaned up sleeve, and lightly rubbed a thin coat of aquaphor onto my skin. “That’ll cool it down, Zeek. Go check it out, man.” I walked to the mirror. “Oh my God, Zak, I love it.” He walked over to me at the mirror. “Wait till it’s finished. It’s going to look awesome.” He wrapped my arm then taped it in place then returned to his work station and began to clean it up. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, admiring my new ink. “It’s going to bleed a little and leak ink a bit, Zeek, so clean it when you get home. Put the aquaphor on it a few times a day while it heals.” “Ok….no problem.” Zak again appeared behind me in the mirror. He pulled his t-shirt off, put his arms around my waist and pulled my body tight against his. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. My dick quickly boned up. I reached back and slipped my hand between us to grab his hard dick. I rubbed his hard rod through his jeans. His cock throbbed in my hand, and Zak let out a moan of pleasure and began kissing my neck. As he whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you raw, right here and right now,” he rubbed my hard cock, and unbuttoned my pants. He reached down into my pants and stroked my meat. My jeans dropped to my ankles, and Zak began to grind his cock against my bare ass. I could feel the wetness on the head of my cock as my precum leaked from my piss hole. Zak smeared my juice onto my shaft then put his wet hand over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked up my precum from his hand. Zak slipped his thumb into my mouth, and I began to suck it. While he continued to kiss my neck from behind me, he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. I grabbed his ass and pressed his cock tight into my ass cheeks. Zak again moaned then grasped me around the waist and chest. He kept grinding his cock between my ass cheeks. “Fuck, you feel so good, Zeek. I want to feel my cock inside you. Give you what we both want. “Yes, you know I want it. Charge me up, Zak. Please fuck me.” I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. I was now naked with Zak’s cock pressed hard against my ass. His precum began to lube my hole as he continued to rub his hard cock between my cheeks. He kicked his jeans off. Our bodies were both naked. The touch of Zak’s skin against my body sent chills up my spine, and I could already feel the sweat forming between us. Zak held me tightly from behind with his arm across my chest, and with a firm grip caressed my ass cheeks and rubbed his hand across my hole. My ass tightened and puckered while my cock stiffened and throbbed. Zak kissed me on my mid back, then on my side, and raised my arm above my head to bury his tongue in my arm pit. He continued to lick my pit, lapping up the scent off my body. He moved in front of me then pressed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my salty sweat on his lips and tongue. He spit in my mouth, and we continued to exchange saliva, while twisting our tongues together. With a firm grip on the back of my neck, we continued deep, erotic, French kissing for a few minutes. Then he hugged me and kissed my neck. He nibbled my ear lobe and buried his tongue in my ear while we ground our naked bodies against one another. Zak backed away from me, and snuck in one more kiss on my lips, then took me by the hand, our cocks both standing at attention and rock hard. He led me to the sofa where he first planted his seed in me the week before. He motioned to the couch, “Get on your knees, and spread those cheeks.” I eagerly obeyed. Zak knelt behind me and spread my cheeks wide with a firm grip. My puckered hole twitched with excitement, and he gave me one slap on the ass before burying his tongue into my ass. I arched my back and after continuous prodding and licking my hole opened up and his tongue slipped inside. He buried his tongue as deep as he could into my ass. The sensations sent chills through my body, and my hole begged to be filled by his cock. Zak gave one last grasp to my ass cheeks and a little massage. He stood up and then lounged back in a sitting position next to me on the sofa. His cock stood straight in the air. “Get your mouth on my cock and lube it up.” I shot onto the floor on my knees and slid the full length of his shaft down my throat. My tongue slid along his cock, and I began for work his dick in and out of my mouth. I continued to suck Zak’s cock, and it throbbed and pulsed in my mouth, spilling sweet precum down my throat. Zak grabbed the back on my head, shoving his cock deep down my throat. “Yeah, work that poz cock, swallow that charged precum.” He held his cock buried all the way in my mouth setting off my gag reflex, and making my eyes water. “Get up here and ride my cock. I want to see my meat slide all the way inside you.” I stood on the sofa, my legs straddling Zak’s, my pole standing straight up; balls dangling in front of his face. He tugged on my sack and engulfed both of my balls into his mouth. He sucked my balls, and licked them before grasping them with his hand and pulling them down to devour my cock down his throat. He sucked my rod for a few minutes, then said, “Sit on my poz cock, boy.” He spit in his hand, and as I lowered myself toward his hard shaft he smeared his spit onto my hole and lubed his cock with a few wet strokes. He directed the head of his meat toward my hole. His eyes were fixed on the head of his shaft as I squatted above his tool. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. His PA ring and dick head pressed at my asshole, and with a quick thrust his cock head slipped inside. With a slow, steady motion my ass lips slid down the full length of his shaft. His hard cock was all the way inside me. Zak grabbed my hips and buried his cock even deeper in me. “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!! Feel my poz rod in you. My PA is going to tear you up.” His cock stiffened in me, and his PA stretched my hole with each pulse of his meat. Zak cupped his hands onto my ass, and spread my cheeks wide open. I began to ride is pole all the way in and out of me with slow, steady motions. He groaned each time I took his cock all the way inside me. “Fuck, yes Zak!” The sensations were driving me wild. My cock was stiff and pulsing. Zak again grabbed my waist and began to shove me down onto his cock faster and harder, thrusting his hips each time to drive his death-stick all the way inside me. I could feel his PA further stretching and working my hole raw with each slam of his cock into my hole. It felt amazing. “Damn, Zeek, I can’t hold out much longer. You want my poz load?” “Fuck, yes. Breed me. Make me your poz pig.” My ass tightened around his shaft. “Oh, fuck, yes, here it comes. I’m going to poz you up, pig.” Zak thrust inside me. I felt his cock throb over and over again. As he filled my guts with his DNA, I stroked my cock, erupting cum onto his face, and beard. He opened his mouth. My cock continued to pulse, and I shot more of my jizz across his lips onto his tongue. While my cock still throbbed, I slowly worked the length of his shaft in and out of my ass. “Fuck, yes, Zeek, work my poz babies into you.” Blood tinged cum dripped from my ass with each plunge down his cock. Then I sat on his cock until I felt it stop throbbing inside me. I pulled his dick from my ass, and it slapped against his biohazard tattoo. His meat was covered with streaks of pink tinged cum. “Fuck, yes. Look at that, Zeek. Keep my virus in you. It definitely has access to your bloodstream.” Zak scooped up his blood streaked cum from his cock and put his fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked them clean, swallowing every drop. Blood dripped from the edge of the bandage covering my freshly inked arm. It splattered onto Zak’s biohazard tattoo and cock. He ran his fingers down his shaft through my blood, across his lips and tongue. I kissed his mouth, tasting my blood on his lips. Still puffing and panting, “Fuck, Zeek. That was so hot. I love fucking my poz cum into your ass.” “I love feeling you shoot your toxic seed in me.” We need to change your bandage. Zak removed the wrapping from my arm and walked to his station for more bandages. I enjoyed looking at his naked body. It was such a turn on to me. He returned with more supplies and reapplied the bandage to my arm. We lie naked in each other’s arms on the sofa. “When can you get back down here to see me? We can continue your ink after a few weeks too. Let this heal a bit first.” “I definitely can get here in two weeks to continue my ink.” “How about we go on a date next weekend and an ink session two weeks from tonight same time?” “Sounds perfect to me.” “You know, you could possibly be ready for a biohazard tattoo in two weeks too.” I smiled, “Fuck yes.” My cock started to bone up at that thought, and I planted a slow, passionate kiss onto Zak’s lips. “Zeek, I want you to know something. I don’t want to just poz you. I like you, and not just a little. I like you a lot. I want you to be my boyfriend, my poz pig. What do you say?” “I’d like that a lot.” We continued to make out on the sofa. Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. Before we knew it both of our cocks were fully boned up again. We began to grind our bodies together. Zak kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Zeek, I want to give you my DNA again. Make you my poz boy……….”

Love rimming a bottoms hole. I really like rimming deep, sucking on ass lips, even lick and suck on your prolapse. but It all gotta be clean

Who is the top.... I would die happy after a pounding from him

Jamal Kingston. He is a TimTales exclusive, has I think 4 videos on their site. https://members.timtales.com/model-videos/jamal-kingston/

I have had both my nipples pierced many years ago (the second time) this time DETERMINED to never take them out for ANY bf or non-liker EVER again. I don't know what gauge they are but I made sure they were thicker than the first time around, which made them close up easily when I once left them out a day or so... I like posing with them (in the attached avatar) and known to be my 'trademark look' as I don't have any tats. I wished I didn't take my ear-rings out since in my professional field NOT having pierced ears really doesn't increase my business. IT and the arts have much more freedom! Any time I see a guy with BOTH ears piers and preferably with sizable hardware gauge, AND of course if they have BOTH nipples pierced, I get a boner! For one, it used to be a stigma attached to having both ears pierced as 'he is a faggot' and by rights, I rather being on the vanguard. I don't 'act a faggot' so a lot of guys find talking about my piercings a convenient introduction to explore whether or not I LIKE IT ROUGH or if I'm gay... and YES on all accounts there. My nipples are hard-wired to my dick! Oh and I added a sizable-gauge Prince Albert for personal and highly erotic associations. Specifically after discovering that my BF at the time left me for a 'wild dude' in a poly-amorous 'dude-squad' based in Atlanta: all hustlers /models/flight attendants, and all verified poz bareback partyiers and one of them I discovered posing nude on-line I think it was: buck-naked, boner, big Prince Albert! DAMN, the fucker beat me to it, I had always wanted that for myself! My 'alpha slut mentors' instructed me to now ALWAYS WEAR IT when a bottom wants to be bred, NEVER to take it out, despite nervous pleadings of random tricks... (part of my VERSATILITY training) I recently had sex with two other guys who both had their nipples pierced: both barebackers with tattoos and both very young. Young guys boldly getting a TRADEMARK look are a big fetish for me, a huge turn-on! But it has to be personal conviction and original. Guys who are squeamish and worry about 'pain' or just blindly follow fashion trends don't impress me. There has to be an attitude and a full 'embracing' of the 'modified masculine look'!!! Cut, pierced, inked and crotch shaved sends me over the edge!

My buddy is poz.. and his brother even got an biohazard tat.

54 here — a raw vers daddy! Oink!

As for me....Age Look are unimportant as long as you are likeminded.....sleazy ..nasty ..promiscuous and pervertedas fuck ... Those of you who be want model look type boys or a certain "look" type should look in to the m in the mirror and see if your "Type" would actually want you or if your even passable as to what " they" could get or even want.....I'm just saying this cause be real guys'''....if your gonna be picky.... Be the kind of guy and look like the kind of guy that could or would actually have a possible chance with 'them'.....

As i see it, the religion issue is not Islam, Christianity, Judaism, or any number of religions, but the approach people take to those religions. i grew up in a Christian religious culture that was fundamentalist in approach, and i've come to see fundamentalism as problematic in any religion. Frankly, i see it as a problem in any system of belief. i've met atheists who have fundamentalist attitudes. To me it all boils down to having an absolutist attitude about any 'ism,' and thus having the inability to say or act from a position of questioning. Talk to anyone with this attitude and ask them: "yes, i see what you believe, is there any possibility that you could be wrong?" If the response you get is "no," then you've likely got a fundamentalist on your hands. When people start equating their beliefs and conclusions with "God," they themselves run into a problem with questioning those beliefs because they equate that with questioning "God." There is a disconnect and they do not distinguish that their conclusion is their own vs some higher truth. If they did, they'd prolly hit the pause button before blowing their self up in a building full of infidels. The guys that flew airplanes into buildings were not just Islamic, they were fundamentalist Islam. Islam has been around since the 7th century. That makes it about 1300 years old. Check out the violence factor of Christianity in its earlier years. Heck, i can remember American Christian lawmakers that wanted to make being gay a crime... i would not put that past our current vice president. Judaism also has a violent history. Then there's fun stuff like this: Roeder told the jury he was born again in 1992 after watching an evangelical TV show, the 700 Club. "That day I knelt down and I did accept Christ as my saviour," he said. Under cross-examination, Roeder said he had begun thinking about killing Tiller [an abortion doctor] from as early as 1993. I know lots of people from all three religions that would never do the rotten, violent stuff like the Nazis did. I also know of people from all three who i wouldn't be surprised if they did, given the power. i think it's scary to have anyone like Trump in the White House or a position of power.

Last fall I posted here about a hot fuck I had from a stud doing demolition work at a house down the street. I told him then to let me know if he was in the neighborhood again. So guess who knocked on my door close to noon today? Yup, Mr demo top, who's knocking down a house a few blocks away, and who proceeded to do a damn fine job knocking up my ass. Fast and hard, just to get his nut in my hole. Great for both of us.

Saturday afternoon rolled around and I finished up all the stuff we needed to get done on the job site to be ready for the truckload of windows that was arriving. I looked at my phone and it said 2:15PM. I went home and showered and even cleaned my ass out. I wanted to be prepared for anything that might happen. I liked the sweaty stink from working all morning, but wasn’t sure Louis would be into it. It hit me again as I was getting dressed that I was getting way ahead of myself. Nothing was probably going to happen. Having not fucked in almost a month was letting my little head do most of the thinking. I rode over to the garage where I store and work on my bikes. It belongs to a friend from high school who got rid of his car and lets me use it for bike storage. He also stores some stuff in there, but I pretty much took over most of it. I opened the door and wheeled the Honda in and parked it behind one of the two other bikes I own - a 1975 BMW that my grandfather bought new. I restored it back to perfect condition the year after he died. It always draws looks and surprises the BMW faithful every time they see a guy like me riding it around. My other bike was completely different. It was a Yamaha R1 that I bought off a friend before he killed himself on it. He had dropped it several times and it was in pretty rough shape. I fixed most of the plastic and painted it so it looked decent but everyone knew it wasn’t stock, and it wasn’t. I moved some stuff around and made a spot for Louis’s bike. I had picked up a few maintenance things for his bike (a Harley Sportster 1200) so I was ready to do more than just stare at Louis’s sexy body. The garage had one big problem with it - there were no windows to let in air to cool it down. There was just one opening and that was the big door. Someone had even blocked up the back door with concrete block like the rest of the walls. The more I cleaned the more I sweated. I pulled my shirt off and hung it to dry and swapped my jeans for some baggy shorts. Almost exactly at four PM, I heard the familiar rumble of the v-twin come down the alley. I saw Louis pull up to the open door and look in. I waved, motioning him to pull into the empty spot. He turned the bike off and I was happy to hear silence. The open pipes I found annoying but even worse was how the bike sounded. I’m sure it ran like crap and even the old BMW could probably outrun it. Louis got off the bike, wearing typical Harley gear - sunglasses, a HD dealer t-shirt, jeans (with wallet and chain) and some logo Harley boots that looked like they were fresh out of the box. “Hey, welcome to my man cave” I said. “Thanks. I hope we can get it running better. It died four times on my way over” Louis said as he looked around and added “Are these yours?” “Yeah, its one of my vices” I replied with a sly grin. “Uh, grab something to drink out of the fridge and have a seat, we gotta let it cool down before we work on it. I’m not into branding from hot engine parts” I told him pointing at the bar stool in front of the workbench. Louis grabbed a bottle of water and sat down and we chatted for a while. I found out he was a computer geek for some small company, he had an apartment further north almost out of the city, and he was two years younger than me. We shared a joint which I hoped would loosen him up. Just as I was about to suggest working on the bike he started asking about my tattoos. I told him when I got each and why I got them. When there was lull, I then asked him about his. “Well, I have wanted one for a while but my last girlfriend was against it. She kept complaining about my beard and how she hated it when we kissed or I…” Louis said before looking down at his feet and then finishing with “went down on her” looking completely embarrassed. “I’ve ended relationships because of it. If you want me, you get the beard, the hair, the attitude, everything” I said. Louis nodded. “Yeah, she even trimmed my chest hair and pubes. When we had a big fight over the tattoo I realized she didn’t want me, she wanted to turn me into some other guy. So a few months ago I dumped her” he told me. “Good, I never understood people doing shit like that” I replied. “So what about you? Are you seeing anyone?” Louis asked innocently.

That would be fun!

PART FOUR I guess I should've been more upset seeing Dan was effectively raping me but I was too high & horny to care. His looked good as he was stroking it on the couch and it felt even better inside me. It was funny but I could tell he was fucking me much differently to the way Rob did. Only two guys and I could tell the difference between them, god what a slut I was! "I've been watching you two for the last 10 minutes and that arse of yours looked too good to resist." Dan grunted as he really started to pound me, "I hope you don't mind. And when I heard you were a virgin, it was too good an opportunity to waste!" All I could do was groan, not that I could have said much anyway with my face pushed into the bed. It didn't really worry me that Dan was just fucking me coz he liked the look of my arse, I just loved having his dick in me! Rob lifted my head up and my face was met by his cock, which was getting harder. Without thinking, I took it in my mouth. It tasted a bit funny, I guess he hadn't cleaned it since he came in my arse but it didn't worry me too much, I just wanted to make the two of them happy. I'd always wanted to have a threesome, but I'd never have dreamed that it'd be with two other guys, with me being the one worked over! "Fuck Rob, I thought I had him all to myself!" I could hear the two of them kissing as I was between them. I'm glad they didn't mind sharing me coz I certainly didn't mind being shared! Rob's cock started getting rock hard & I could taste his pre-cum again. I had to confess that it tasted incredible and I started to jerk him as I sucked, wanting his load in my mouth as well as the one he'd already deposited in my arse. I could feel a little cold thing on my back, and I knew I was being used as the table for Dan & Rob to pass the amyl on. Just happy to be of service I guess! "Damn, I'm not sure what's better, his arse or his mouth!" I could tell from the way Rob's breath was getting more & more shallow & the way his cock was getting bigger that he was close to cumming. I'd never had cum in my mouth before, I wonder what it was going to taste like? I didn't get too long to wonder as Rob shot deep down my throat, I could barely taste it! What I could taste I really liked though and I gave him a big smile as I licked his cock clean. "That always turns me on so much seeing that," I heard Dan say behind me. He must've loved it as I felt his cock harden just as Rob's did before he came in me. I was in absolute bliss when he shot his load in my arse, joining Rob's cum. My arse felt really full but I didn't mind at all. I felt a little bit of cum dribbling out of me & Dan used a couple of fingers to push it back inside. "There you go, that's not going anywhere now." I felt him pat me on the arse, "Well, you'd better get going. It's time for Rob & me turn in." They led me back to the lounge where my clothes were, "Rob, give him a couple of hits of the poppers to send him on his way" Dan said as I started to put my clothes on. Rob came over & gave me a couple of deep hits in each nostril. We then made out hot & heavy again, did I really have to leave? "C'mon you two, break it up." Dan said as he gently led me outside where I pretty much floated the whole way home, passing out in the spare bedroom. The next morning I woke up feeling sore all over & with a rotten taste in my mouth. I knew it had been a big night but I can't have danced that much to get so sore! No-one was up yet so I went to the toilet to sit down & regain my thoughts. As I sat down, I let out a very sloppy fart. Looking down I saw an unmistakable white liquid in the toilet and it all came rushing back! I knew what that taste must've been in my mouth too. Part of me was disgusted with what I'd done but I couldn't help but be a little turned on too as my hardening cock showed. I was also disappointed that I'd left the bottle of amyl wherever the two guys that fucked me lived. Fortunately though, I do know that there's a store where I can pick up more from... THE END (?)

Part II of II (for now). Vince moved his hand underneath Seth’s jock and cupped his ass without waiting for any response. His palm practically covered one cheek, while his fingers extended into Seth’s crack and rubbed the entrance to the kid’s hole. Vince led Seth down a dark corridor that fed into another, even darker room. The other men followed, stroking their own hard, drooling cocks. When Seth’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could make out slings, fuck benches and sex furniture throughout the room. Chains, ropes and slit slings hung from the dark ceiling. On one wall, shelves were lined with dildos and plugs, from small to obscenely huge. On another wall, there were floggers, paddles, prison straps and restraints of all sorts. The room smelled of cigars, cum and poppers. A low rhythmic beat came from somewhere beyond the darkness. It was warm and humid. The floor was sticky. “And this . . . this is what we call the ‘play room,’” Vince hoarsely whispered in Seth’s ear. “but tonight, maybe we should call it the pozzing room.” Vince’s fingers started to push against Seth’s hole. Hawking a wad of spit, Vince pushed half of his middle finger into his target. Seth unconsciously arched his back, spread his legs and ground his butt against Vince’s thick finger. “Yeah, horny little fucker, aren’t you?” Vince thrust in his entire finger and began strong, circular motions to warm up the freshman’s cunt. Seth rode one, then two, then three spit-soaked fingers. “Oh yeah, that’s it, boy, ride that hand.” Vince discretely added his precum to the spit lube and continued to stretch out Seth’s hole. “Fuckin’ hot hole, boy,” Vince purred. “That’s going to feel nice around my poz cock.” Unknown hands, meanwhile, worked Seth’s body and nips. Bob’s sticky fingers parted Seth’s lips. Bob pushed several into Seth’s mouth. Seth coated them with spit, tasting Bob’s precum. Slowly but insistently, Bob pushed his fingers deeper back into Seth’s throat, making Seth gag. “That’s it, boy,” Bob encouraged, as he pushed even deeper, “gag for me, kiddo. That’s it. Take it, boy.” Seth was slobbering and lubing up Bob’s hand when Bob growled, “Let’s get this boy bent over, NOW.” The men bent Seth over the nearest fuck bench in a dark corner. He kneeled on pads at one end, and his forearms were placed on padded rests towards the front. His thighs were spread wide, and his ass was elevated by a padded mound at the end of the bench, totally rendering his hole vulnerable to four drooling cocks behind him. Before he realized what was happening, the men tied Seth’s wrists, waist, thighs and ankles to the bench, which in turn was firmly bolted to the concrete floor. Seth couldn’t move if he wanted, and curriously, he had no desire to go anywhere. Instead, Seth gyrated his ass in hunger and ground his dick into the padded bench. His enticements didn’t go unanswered. The first glob of spit hit the center of Seth’s hole with such force it splattered. Then another wad hit him - bullseye. Then another, and another. An onslaught of spit, coming from different directions, drenched Seth’s ass. The mucus ran down Seth’s balls. Various fingers, sometimes doubling up, took turns pushing the slime deep up Seth’s hole, until Seth’s ass was a leaking mess of spit and precum from all four men. Seth’s ass was already in overdrive when he felt Vince’s hot breadth and beard on his ass. “Fuuuck,” Vince muttered as his mouth clamped down on Seth’s hole. Vince was voracious. He tongued, sucked and bit like a starved animal, all the while adding more spit up Seth’s soaked hole. Vince finally came up for air and stood. His thick, pierced cock aimed straight at the kid’s open hole. Someone cracked a capsule under Seth’s nose and made him inhale. Seth went into the ozone as Vince speared the kid’s hole with half his pierced dick. Seth only groaned. Vince moved his cock slowly back and forth, sinking more of his piece into Seth with every forward motion. Vince was mildly surprised when his unloaded a couple of small squirts, but continued silently to thrust back and forth, until his cock was balls deep up Seth’s gut. He ground his PA and poz fluids into the walls of Seth’s ass for a couple of minutes. The kid was only making sounds, and none of them protests. So Vince pulled back and thrust hard and deep one more time. He immediately unloaded huge ropes of viral-laden cum into the kid’s cunt. Vince knew it was only his first load of the night. He could cum like a twenty-one year-old when inspired like this. He just wanted to get a load in before the young man began having second thoughts. The “slow foreplay” idea was quickly forgotten. Someone fed Seth another ampule of amyl while Bob took Vince’s place. Bob’s dick was thick and long, but Seth pushed back enthusiastically against Bob’s groin, encouraging the older stud to tear up his ass and deposit his own DNA. Bob did not disappoint. This time Seth yelped from Bob’s pummeling, but he never indicated he wanted it to stop. Like Vince, Bob did not hold off very long, and soon added a huge dose of virus into Seth’s tenderized ass. Bob continued to lewdly thrust his hips forward for several minutes, trying to get squeeze every drop into the horny kid. Kirk walked over to a shelf, and came back with what appeared to be a long bottle brush. He stood in front of Seth’s face and spoke for the first time while stroking the brush like a dildo. “Care for a little cleaning?” Kirk smiled. The bristles were stiff. Seth’s eyes widened. “Just something to scratch your insides a little – for my special delivery.” This time Seth did yell “noooooo,” but the men held Seth down, and gave him more amyl while Kirk worked the brush up Seth’s ass. Kirk thrust and twisted only a few times before he pulled the brush out and dropped it to the floor. His long dick was already smeared with poz cum when he shoved it deep into Seth’s ass. Like clockwork, he, too, quickly unloaded into the kid and spurted off five or six shots. Seth was soaked, inside and out. His ass was gaping and leaking thick cum which covered his balls and dripped to the floor. Frank began to take up position when Seth asked if he could stand up and take a break for a few minutes. The men agreed - Frank, most reluctantly. They plugged Seth’s ass and went back to the “social room.” While drinking and smoking, Vince asked Seth whether he might be up for some fisting later. Seth said he was open to the idea, but doubted whether he could take a fist after the rough fucking. “But definitely up for a few more rounds, if anyone else is,” Seth grinned. Frank whooped and grabbed his crotch when the metal door opened and the late arrival entered. Both his and Seth’s mouths dropped to the floor. “Seth??” barely came out of the man’s mouth. “Dad?” Seth answered increduously. “Son, what the fuck?” Seth hadn’t seen his Dad in years. His Dad provided well for Seth financially, but lived a separate and private life on the coast, away from Seth, his Mom and her new husband. The thought occurred to Seth to visit his father after Seth went off to college, but the thought hadn’t developed into any plan yet. “Whoah, whoah, whoah.” Vince interjected, taking some control over a disaster in the making. “Max, have a smoke. Or two. Seth, you just sit there. I know this is a shock to you both, but let’s talk this out. Seth, we didn’t know Max is your Dad, and Max, we didn’t know our neg boy here was your son. That said, we are where we are.” Vince thought for a second. “Seth, your Dad is one of us. Maybe more than any of us, he is very, very into spreading his virus. He’s actually the one who came up with the idea of this group. Max, don’t react, just listen. Believe it or not, your son is turned on by getting his college butt filled with poz cum. It excites him. He wants it. He’s got a hot little cunt, too - horny and negative. He craves poz cum, whether he could tell you that to you or not. And Seth, don’t deny that you and Jack also got off on trading incest stories, and talking about Dad/Son fucking. Hear that, Max?” Max nodded, silently. “So we can just end this all now and everybody goes home, or we can maybe turn this into something else. You two could make a wet dream true, and agree that what happens here won’t affect who you are to each other outside these rooms.” “Is that true, Son?” Max asked. “You get turned on by a man pumping poz sperm up your ass?” “Yeah, Dad.” Seth admitted in a low voice. “And the incest stuff?” Max added, “You want your old man to breed your ass?” “Yeah, Dad. Is it true you went off your meds so you would be infectious?” Seth asked. “Yeah, Son, I’m more than infectious. My cum is likely toxic.” “And you want to . . . infect me?” Max paused, “Fuck yeah I do. All I could think about for two weeks is pumping this load into some hungry hole. And that hole turns out to be you. I won’t deny it; you’re not the only one who gets off on incest. I'm resisting right now, but I won’t be able to control myself if this goes on much further. Just talking about this is dangerous.” Max addressed that last comment to Vince. Vince grinned as Max took a fourth drag on his smoke. Seth checked out his Dad smoking at the door. He reminded Seth of a former marine sergeant. His Dad had a short, silver buzz cut. His denim shirt was opened to the waist and revealed a fit, hairy torso. Max spread his legs when he noticed Seth’s eyes moving lower to his waist. He knew what was going on in his son’s mind. His thick fuck tool hung down his left thigh. It pulsed visibly through the tight jeans. Seth groaned and got hard again. Max swung the metal door. It closed with a loud clang. Without a word, Seth stood up, turned around, and knelt on the worn leather chair. He arched his back, pushed his ass out, and removed the butt plug along with several globs of cum. “Fuck me, Dad. Make me even more like you.” Max undid the buttons of his jeans while strutting towards his son’s upturned ass. Yeah, his cock was a monster. A drooling monster. It jutted straight out, and got thicker and longer by the second. Seth reached back and lewdly spread his cheeks to show his father his cum dripping hole. Max hissed in approval. He placed his huge drooling cockhead at the entrance to Seth’s hole, and spread the toxic goo up and down. “So my neg son craves poz cock?” Max’s voice was guttural, different. “Oh god, yeah, Dad, breed me.” “I’m going to, kid. With my virus. And with the dick that made you.” Vince fed them both plenty of amyl, and Max shoved his giant cock into Seth in one thrust, causing Seth to cry out. “Forgot to tell you, Seth,” Vince whispered, “but your Dad is also the roughest fucker here. Better have some more amyl.” Max was rough. He fucked like an animal. Seth’s ass got even more torn up, and he loved every second of it. Max shoved with such force the chair slid across the floor to the wall, at which point Max felt multiple blasts of toxic cum being sprayed into his son’s guts. Both father and son screamed at the top of their lungs. Max had not cum so much in years. “Oh, fuck, are we ever going to have some fun.”

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You ask for this, and here it is. Standard Disclaimer: All characters are fictional, including the narrators. All resemblance of anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental. I would say do not try this at home, but you probably have already. Lots of typos, still. Gotta edit these things one of these days LOL. Pig Life 1 The motel room is dark, damp and worn. The once white covers are stained yellow by nicotine and god knows what, and the whole place feels dirty and raw.The bathroom smells of stale piss and the room smells of cigarette smoke, poppers and cum. perfect. i locked the door behind me and pulled the curtains to block the setting sun, and stripped down to my jockstrap. Staring at the mirror i see myself: beefy, well built, and fucking horny. I rub my hands up and down my body, tweaking my bitch tits, and feel my pig cock stiffening. Reaching into the little duffel bag i took out a pair of nipple clamps, a couple bottles of poppers, and a assortment of dildos, setting them all on the nightstand. Then i took my laptop out, boot it up and logged onto my favorite hook up sites. "Fag boy pig needs to be bred big time. Poz friendly. Want your piss and cum now. Send pic to get address" I passed the time watching pig porn videos. In one, a stupidly huge bodybuilder, roided to the max, is getting slammed by a bunch of big muscled tops. One by one they cum in his tight muscle hole, and he wants it more and more, just pushing his hole out and let it drip, his clit throbbing and dripping. Watching the movie made me rock hard. Ignoring my raging cock i reach under and tease my hole with my spit covered fingers. "You got mail" Looks like my ad got some responses. actually, lots of them. Most of them are obvious fakers and hookers, which i throw out. But at least 6 of them look promising, all blue collar boys who need to get their rocks off. Some sent pics of their body, a couple sent their dick pics, but all of them look good. So i type in my response. "looks great bud. cant wait for you to seed my hole. No comdoms. I am in Lucky Motel off route 76 by the airport. Room 23. door's unlocked so come right in and just use me up" I unlocked the door and turn off all the lights except the bathroom and the porn playing and waited, ass lubed and plugged, just like a dirty pig cunt should be. A flash of light pass through the window as a truck pulls into the spot in front of my room. Is it one of them? I lay in the bed, slowy stretching my wet hole with the butt plug, and waited. The door opens, and a large man walked into the room. The dim lights from outside and the bathroom shows a big, beefy shadow, in a baseball cap and dirty mechanics overalls. "You the fag that wanna get some cock" "yes sir" "you like piss too bitch" "yeah" "get your fag ass into the bathroom" Doing as i was told, i got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom, got into the shower, and knelt down. I can hear the man getting out of his clothes. his cheap deoderant and sweat floods the air. I take a deep huff of my poppers, and my cock is rock hard in anticipation a little precum soaking through my jock. I was taking any long pull from the poppers bottle when he walks in. My first fuck of the night is a young white dude, about 6 foot tall with a beefy build thats the result of honest labor and too much beer. He is clean cut, his smooth pecs are covered in tats. He is still wearing his cap and a pair of worn out briefs, yellowed with age and sweat and probably piss, his cock and balls forming a obscenely large bulge under it. Wasting no time, he grab the back of my head and push it into his crotch. "breath in my crotch faggot, yeah smell my junk. Bet it smell fucking awesome to you huh you fucking cocksucker." I breath in deep as he mashed his crothc into my face. The aroma is intoxicating: sweat and piss and a hint of cum. I started to tongue and lick the briefs, and his cock begins to swell inside the cotton pouch. Without a word, he pushed my face away and pulled down the briefs, reviealing a set of large and clean shaven cock and balls. still holding my head away, he forced me to look up at his sneering face. "You want this fucking irish cock dont you" nod. "yeah i bet you do. You want to suck my cock dont you" nod. "no shit right. look at you, on your knees in front of me like a real fucking fag boy. You like piss too bitch?" "yes sir" "then open your fucking fag mouth. here it comes" he groans as a stream of piss spurts from his half hard cock, directly onto my face, and my mouth. I tried to drink down all the warm salty liquid but its too much, most of it flows down my face and onto my body. I am covered by his hot piss, my cock straining the now soaked jock. Without warning, he pushed my head into his cortch, forcing his still-pissing cock into my mouth "yeah cocksucker, drink it all up" i struggled to suck up all the warm and acrid piss down my throat as he proceeds to skull fuck me, his cock reaching 8 inches of full hardness as his piss subside. I moaned lustily as he rapes my face, tweaking my tits and tried my hardest to swallow the cock whole. "Oh fuck yeah, suck my cock oh god suck my fucking cock suck it suck it" he moaned as he rough fucks my throat. After a couple of minutes i begin to taste the distinct salty taste of precum. Jus then he pulls my head off his crotch and stepped back "Bend over faggot let me see you hole' I got up from the dirty shower , turned around and bending over, showing him my beefy ass and the butt plug i was riding. I slowly pushed out the plug, showing him my puckered hole, wet with lube and twitching in anticipation. Without warning, he pushed a finger, then 2 inside. I moaned and my ass spasmed at the invader. "Nice warm hole you got here bitch. you want my cock in it huh? " i moaned "i bet you do you fucking slut. get your ass to the bed" We get back into the dark bedroom where i lay down on the bed, face down and ass proped up a stained pillow. I take a deep huff of the poppers as he continue to finger my hole sending jolts to my prostate. i repsonded by pushing my ass back onto his finger. "Oh yeah thats a sweet tight hole. I bet you want my cock in it dont you" "yeah please fucking fuck my hole oh god please shoot your fucking load inside me" "yeah i bet you want my load. I am gonna fucking give it to you good." With that he hold my hips tight and i feel his cock pushing agaisnt my ass ring. I tried to relax as much as i can as he start pushing his thick tool into my cunt, filling it, stretching it. I take another huff of the poppers as he slides all the way in. "fucking a thats a hot fucking hole. You ready to get fucked bitch? you ready to get fucking filled you faggot? "oh fuck yeah oh fuck my hole with your big cock please..." "oh you bet i will" he growls as he leans down, and hook his meaty arms around my armpits as he started to fuck, thrusting till his entire tool is in, then pull out almost completely before ramming in again, forcing my hole to take it all. After a couple stroke he started fucking faster and faster, his cock battering my insides as i moan incoherently into the mattress as he grunts and groans. "Fuck faggot your ass feels so fucking good i am gonna fucking breed your ass with my fucking raw dick oh yeah i am getting fucking close oh fuck i am gonna fucking nut oh god FUCK... His cock swell even thicker than before as he thrusts deep inside as i feel his cock spasm, his sperm shoot deep inside my hole, stream after stream of cum flooding my guts. The warm cum feels good inside my battered ass as hs cock keep twitching. After what seems to be an eternity, he pulls out of my ass and my hole feels empty as his still hard cock withdrew. I rolled over on my back as i watch him get dressed, slowly fingering myself, feeling the warm cum dripping out from my cunt, rubing my hard cock through my jock. He left without saying a word. I lay in the dirty bed, sweaty and stinking of piss, for a while after he left, wondering if i will get another cock tonight when my room door opens a a man stepped in. I turned on the bedside light to get a better look. He is a young latino guy with a thick build, wearing a paint splattered t shirt and jeans. His hair is close cropped and his face clean shaven. He watched me playing with my hole as he grabs his impressive bulge. "You want this cock?" "Fuck yeah" "How many loads you got in there?' "just one" "you want more" "fuck yeah give it to me" i said as i lift my legs up and spread my pink hole. "you bet" he said as he strips, revealing a smooth olive toned body and a giant cross tattooed across his chest all the way down to his belly. He wasted no time for foreplay as he climbs on the bed, his long thin cock already hard and twitching. He sticks a finger in my hole, making me moaan as he move his finger around, exploring my insides. every time his rough finger brushes against my prostate, my ass involuntarily spasm around his finger as my cock twitches and precum floods my jock. "Fuck yeah thats a nice tight pussy. You ready for my cock bitch?" "Fuck yeah give it to me" I moaned as he pushes my leg up., his cock aimed at my twitching hole. "Oh fuck" we both groaned as his cock enters me. I feel his cock sliding in, my previous load easing his entry as he pushes all 7 inches of him inside. I felt his low haning sack slap against my ass as his cock is fully buried inside me, where it twitches and pulsed against my ass wall. He started fucking slowly, taking his cock out almost entirely before pushing it back in. I reached up and touched his chest, rubbing my fingers on his nipples as he moaned in spanish and start fucking harder. Soon we are both coverd in sweat as he jackhammers his cock inside me. It almost feel overwhelming as his cockhead repeatedly jab at my prostate, making my ass spasm against his cock , milking it. "Oh fuck i am gonna cum oh shit oh GOD" "Yeah fucking breed my hole comon make me take that fucking cum fuck YEAH" He screamed as he rams his cock in for the last time, burying it deep in my ass as he froze rigid. I can feel his cock pulsing in my ass as i take the second load of the night, filling me up some more with hot cum. After what feels like a hot minute of shooting, he pulls out of my ass. My hole feels empty as he pulls out, a dribble of cum following . I quickly slam my hole shut, trying to keep as much of his hot sperm inside me, as he went to the bathroom and wash up. He returned and got dressed. "Thanks" was all he said before he beats his hasty retreat. Once again i was left alone, freshly fucked. My cock is stiff from the fucking, precum soaking my pouch. I reached inside my jock, slowly stroking my slick cock, reaching to my hole and feel the two loads slowly leaking out of my ass as i relive my two breeding sessions in my head.... I dreamed that a mouth has swallowed my cock. I feel a pair of hands rubbing on my tits and I just need to piss so bad i should warn the guy oh god i cant stop peeeing... My eyes opened and i realized i must have fallen asleep. I also realize i am really pissing in a mouth as i saw a bald head sucking on my pissing cock and swallowing it all. His rough hands are tweaking my nipples and i moaned hard as my cock return to its full hardness. When i finished pissing the man look up. He is a smooth shaven skinhead in his 30s. As he stood back up i can see that he has a hard body of a powerlifter, with massive pecs, swollen gyno tits, and a roid gut. A giant biohazard symbol is tattooed on his stomach blending into a tribal pattern all over his arms, shoulders, and even his pits. A tight rubber cock ring framed his giant ball sac and a large, uncut cock. "Hi. When i got here i saw you are sleeping, i know you said you want to bottom but that cock loks so good. "dont sweat it. i hope my piss taste good" "fuck yeha so fucking good. did you get loads already?" "yeah, two of them. you gonna give me one?" "Oh fuck yeah" put your legs up, lets see that hole" He pushes my legs up as he exposes my used ass cunt, still coated with cum from the previous cocks. I can feel him spitting on my hole as he sticks a finger in, exploring it. Reacting to the slick finger, my hole twitches in excitement "Oh god yeah finger that hole oh god it feels so fucking good" i moaned as he add a second finger into my cunt, gently grazing across my prostate, making my boner return in my jock and my ass spasm in pleasure "Nice hole boy, looks like we are gonna have some fun. Your ad says you got toys?" "Yeah over here on the table. Use whatever you want on me" He walks over to the table and lubed one of the thick black rubber cocks up, then he kneels down at the end of the bed. I scoot forward to meet him, holding my legs up as he teases my hole with the slick tip. I realexed my hole on reflex as he begin to push the dildo inside. Before long the 8 inch rubber cock is fully inserted in my ass. "Turn around and lie on your back" Holding the rubber cock in my ass, i turned around and lie down with my head at the foot of the bed. From my vantage point, he is standing over me, his balls and his beefy ass hanging right above my face. "suck my balls boy"he said as he lowers his balls on my open, waiting mouth. I lick and suck furiously on his smooth shaved balls as he reach over and slowly fuck me with the dildo. I moaned with his huge nuts stuffed inside my mouth "yeah thats it, eat those balls yeah, feel those fuckers in your mouth. They are so full of fucking toxic sperm right now. I bet you want those sperm in your cunt boy huh. Yeah looks like your really like getting fucked huh, your cock all hard and red like that.... yeah fuck i cant wait to breed that fucking hole. Trun around and get on your knees." He lifted his balls off my face as I get up and got on my knees on the bed, my ass lifted and still impaled by the dildo. Meanwhile, he get in front of me, sitting on the bed with his back against the wall. He grabs my head roughly and pushes my mouth towards his wide, thick chest. I moaned lustly as i suckled on his fat nipples and i feel his muscles twitching in response. "Yeah thats it. Eat that nipple boy, suck that fucking tit... yeah you like that huh? yeah worship my muscles bitch..." He growled as he he flexes his arms in a double bicep pose "Yeah you like those big arms? yeah... lick those biceps.... nice and hard huh.... Yeah ssniff those pits... like that smell boy? yeah thats the smell of a real man bitch... lick those pits... LICK IT yeah... " After feasting on his pits and chest for a good long time, he pushes me back and flipped me over on my back. He put my legs up and against his chest as he rubs his cock head, now slick with precum, agaisnt my hole. In one swift stroke he pulled the rubber cock out and I moaned as he thrust his cock deep inside me. "Oh fuck thats a nice slick hole" "yes sir please fuck my ass please sir" We both moaned hard as i feel his cock sliding all the way in inside me, burying it it until i feel his nutsack against my hole. Then he pull out slowly and slam it back in again. His cock feels so hard and large as he slowly fucks my cum-filled hole. I reach up and gently pinch his nipples as he start fucking me faster. "Oh fuck yea fuck me faster daddy, plase give it to me .." "Fuck yeah i am gonna give it to you i am gonna fucking breed your ass" "Yes fucking breed my pussy daddy. please breed my boy pussy oh god yes" I take a deep hit of poppers as he pound my ass harder and harder, twisiting my own tit and moaning. I can feel his cock swelling up and know he cant last much longer. His cock is jabbing into my prostate, which is making my hole twitch tight around his cock. I grabbed my hard cock and start jacking, which just make my ass twitch harder. "Oh fuck i am going fucking nut, you want my toxic load bitch? you want my fucking hot load?" "Yeah fuck yeah fucking shoot that cum deep inside me Oh fuck you gonna make me cum FUCKKKK" He slammed his cock deep inside just as i bust, shooting all over my chest and stomach as he fill my hole. I can feel his cock spasm and twitch as he unloaded his poisoned cum inside me. Slowly, his cock get soft and popped out of my ass. I grabed the butt plug i got with me and slide it in, trapping his juice inside. "thanks" He said as he got dressed and ease out the door, leaving me alone. I took a hit of poppers and jack my cum slicked cock back to hardness. 2 Just as i was going to stroke out a load, my computer dings with incoming mail. "Hey faggot, U still up? Cop here need to get my nuts off" I replied immediately. As i waited, i turn on another porno and take a deep hit of poppers. 5 minutes later i see the unmistakable lights of a Crown Vic shine through the window. The door opened and in step a cop in his late 20s, still in his uniform. He stands about my height and his tight uniform encased his husky, beefy build. His pants are tighly fitted against his thick thighs, and his boots are black and shiny. Closing the door behind him, he said "get up and get on your knees faggot" "Yes sir", i said as i jump off my chair and get on my knees in front of him, my face directly in front of his bulge. The smell of sweat and crotch is intoxicating. I watched on my knees as he slowly take off his shirt and tank top. His traps practically starts at the base of his neck, followed by hefty pecs and a solid tommy. His wide, brown perky nipples are so hot that I reached out, trying to touch them, only to have my hands swatted away "Who says you can touch me faggot? Just watch" "Yes sir" i mumbled as i watch him take off his heavy gun belt and nightstick, which he curiously fling it onto the bed instead on the chair like his other items. Then he strike a double bicep pose in front of me, his massive biceps flexing, gleaming in a thin sheen of sweat. I am utterly transfixed and my cock is rock hard inside my jock. "get down there and take off my boots" he commanded and I scramble to comply, carefully helping him out of the shiny tall boots. After putting them on the side, I return to my position on my knees in front of him. "Unzip me bitch, what are you waiting for?" I immediately sprung into action, unbuttoning the top of his pants and opened the fly. A musky smell of sweat emanates from a well-worn black jockstrap he is wearing underneath, its bulge growing by the second. Grabbing the back of my head roughly, the cop push my face into his jock. I tongue the pouch of the jock as i breathe in the musk, moaning. "yes sniff my fucking cop jock. You like that faggot? you like how a real cop smell? Yeah lick that shit. Lick my fucking jockstrap. It hasn't been washed in days so its perfect for a scum sucking faggot like you." After making his jock thoroughly wet, the cop's 8 inch cock is rock hard inside the jockstrap. He roughly pushed my face away and pulled offf his pants and jockstrap, standing there , so proud, so masculine, his low hanging nuts complements a throbbing uncut cock. "suck my cock bitch" he commanded as he grab my head and push it into my waiting, willing mouth. It tasted salty and sweaty, precum lubricating my throat as i choked on the thick 8 inches being down my throat. Grabbing the sides of my head like a vice, the cop skull fucked me with fast deep strokes, leaving me barely room to breathe before he dives his rock hard monster back into my airway. "Fuck yeah faggot, choke on this fat cop dick. Suck it good for me bitch... yeah thats it... yeah" Just as i begin to get used to his large tool, the cop pulled my head off his dick. He roughly grabbed my shoulder and pushed me face down on the bed and before i can react, he pulled out his handcuffs and cuffed my wrist behind my back. satisfied that i am securely bound, the cop rolled me over on my back and pushed my legs up, exposing my wet and dripping hole. "Fuck yeah look at that fucking fag hole. bet you love getting fucking jiz in there you fucking degenerate" he growled at me in his sexy low voice as he rubbed his finger on my hole, spreading the spent cum and lube around. Withdrawing his fingers from my ass, the cop picks up his night stick and smeared the cum and lube onto the tip. The cop sneered as he push his stick into my loosened cum-slick hole. "Fuck yeah bitch, take that fucking stick in your pussy. You like that bitch, huh? Yeah take my stick bitch" "yes sir oh god please fuck me sir oh god it feels so fucking good oh GOD" i almost screamed as his nightstick stretched my hole, my hole spasms as the stick jackhammered my prostate. My cock grew rigid inside my worn jockstrap, soaking it with precum. Jerking his fat cock with one hand and fucking me with his nightstick, the cop sneers as he watch me riding his toy. Just as i thought the stick is going to make me cream my jock, the cop pulled it out, flipped me back on my stomach and unlock the handcuffs.My hole feel swollen and bettered as my cock is almost purple from blood and my jock fully wet. "Move to the head of the bed and spread your arms" the cop commanded. I did as i was told and soon enough a second pair of cuffs appeared and now my wrists are cuffed to the bed frame. The cop climbed on the bed and push my ankles against his pecs. leaning forward, he pinched my swollen nipples and started into me with his brown eyes. "You want me to fuck you, dont you punk? You want this hot cop load in your fucking cunt you faggot?" "Yes sir oh god please fuck me oHHHHH" i moaned loudly as his fat cock slid into my hole in one sharp thrust. It feels even wider than the nightstick as he stretches my boy cunt with his fat cock, the head of which was rubbing and jabbing my g-spot, making my hole twitch and spasm in every stroke. As the initial thrust gives way to hard fucking, the cop keep twisting and flicking my sensitive nipples, while my cock is rock hard and leaking more precum than i thought possible as my cockhead rubs against the fabric of the jockstrap. "Fuck yeah thats a hot fucking cunt. you love it dont you you faggot? Love that fucking cop dick right inside you yeah i can feel your hole twitching like those bitches when i fucking rape their pussy. Yeah fuck man look at those fucking bitch tits. You like then fucking squeensed and twisted dont you yeah thats a good fuckin faggot bitch yeah that that dick hard.." "oh god oh god oh fuck me it feels so fucking good yeah dont stop fucking use my tits yeah oh god you make me so fucking hard right now" i moan as he thrust faster and faster, and with one hand he reach into my jockstrap and pull out my rock hard cock, rubbing his fingers all over my slick cockhead, bring me to the edge only to pull away at the last possible second. "Fuck yeah looks like you like it huh, yeah that fucking fag clit just fucking leaking shit... yeah you wanna cum bitch? you wanna cum while getting fucked by a hot cop dick?" He groaned into my ear as he thrust harder and faster, driving his cock fully inside me before pulling out and thrusting it in again. "Oh yes sir please oh god i am so fucking close oh god oh fuck oh fuck me harder yes fucking breed my ass with your cop sperm fucking make me cum like a fag bitch oh GOD YOU MADE ME CUM AHHHHH" I moaned as i feel his cock assult my ass faster and faster, and suddenly i just cannot hold it any longer as his cock punch my prostate. The cop pulled on my nipples hard, my hole twitches real tight as he fuck me into a hands free orgasm, my cock untouched as globs of cum shoots out and landed all over my chest. I was almost hyperventilating in pleasure as the cop keep pounding my ass, keeping me on the edge as he made me cum. "Fuck yeah cum for me bitch. Look at that fucking clit shoot that fag juice... yeah i am gonna keep fucking that cunt bitch, this aint over yet..." as he keeps on pounding my hole. Although i came, my cock is still hard as a rock. I am moaning incoherently at this point, my hole keep spasming and my entire being is focused on the sensation of his cock raping my hole. Just as i thoguht i am gonna pass out, the cop start thrusting harder and faster than ever before. I am already riding the edge, my cock never lost its hardness and now leaking even more precum. "Oh fuck you ready bitch? you ready to get my fucking cop juice? oh fuck here it comes on shit yeah i am gonna make you fucking cream your pussy oh FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCK" He screamed as i feel his cock burst inside my ass, his cockhead punching my insides as he breed me with his pent up load. "Oh god yea please breed my hole sir please make me your cum dump oh my god " i moaned as he breeds my hole. The cop collapses on top of me, a mountain of sweaty masculine muscle as he pump the last of his nut into my ass. My own tool is still hard, his belly rubbing against it is causing my whole body to convulse in bliss, his dick is still lodged deep in my ass as he kisses my neck. I moaned as he slowly withdraw his cock from my destroyed boycunt. He uncuffed my hands from the bedframe and i dove for his spent cock, licking my own cunt juice and cum off his dick as he twists his own nipples and moans in pleasure. "Oh fuck suck it oh fucking suck it oh fuck suck me suck me oh god here it comes faggot..." his cock throb in my mouth and squirts of cum shot down my mouth and throat. i swallowed most of it but some of his second load dripped out of my mouth and ran down my chin. He pushed me away from his cock and lift my legs up, took my sore and sensitive cock in his mouth and stuck his fat finger in my hole, making me writhe and spasm in pleasure as he suck my cum slicked clit. My whole body convulses as the cop expertly swallowed my half hard cock and lick my sensitive cockhead while his finger tickle my cum-filled ass. "Oh god fuck me oh fucking god i am gonna cum again oh fuck oh fuck...." i screamed as my second load burst out of my cock into the cop's mouth. I collapse onto the dirty sheets and could only convulse and moan as the cop keep sucking on my super sensitive cock post-orgasm before i black out.

I've never shared this story with anyone, but I've never been so horny in my entire life since I created an account here reading all the hot stories, so felt it's a good time to share. True story here, this happened to me when I was very young. At the time I barely knew how sex worked, never had a real bf, and had just sucked and been fucked maybe a couple times. I grew up in a different country so there was a sort of craigslist equivalent there. One day I posted an ad saying that I was "looking for a bf" (yeah, right), and got tons of replies. But one in particular stood out. It was an older guy, I forget his age but probably in his 50ies so almost 3x my age. He said he was looking for a young boyish twink and wanted to take me to a hotel and make love to me like a woman and that he would pay me for it if I let him do what he wants. First I was offended and frankly disgusted and didn't even reply. But I kept thinking about it for some reason. Something about the thought of being treated like a woman as he said turned me on a lot. And also the idea of having another man paying me to be able to use me as he wants was very sexy to me, while still feeling it was degrading. After a week or 2 of thinking about it constantly, I decided it was time to give it a try and replied. The man replied almost instantly, saying I made the right choice and that he would take good care of me. We chatted a bit and convened to meet on a following Friday where he would pick me up not far from my place after I was done with school, take me to the hotel to spend the night, and drop me back at my place the next day. We didn't really discuss much what we were going to do, even though I asked multiple times, but he just said I had to be obedient and do what he says. I was SO nervous on the day he picked me up. I'm already very shy by nature, so you can imagine I was a nervous wreck going in a complete stranger's car and being his "woman" for the night. When I got in he was literally devouring me with his eyes. Said he was glad I was very twinky as he likes his boys looking innocent. The drive to the hotel felt like forever, but I don't think it was more than a 20-30 mins drive. It was way out of town near a highway, and I was very nervous arriving there and almost backed out. He probably saw I was nervous because he told me not to worry, that he'd be gentle and I'd have a good time, and that helped me relax a little. Once inside he wasted no time and as soon as the door closed he started kissing me passionately. I had never kissed a man at the time so it felt really weird. He was very forceful about it too. Then he removed my shirt, and told me to kneel in front of him. I had an instant of hesitation and he told me to hurry up, and I obliged. He was still dressed then, and didn't even bother undressing, and just unuzipped and pulled out his cock and told me to kiss it and smell it and tell him how beautiful it is. Now I was not a total stranger to cock at the time as I had blown I think 2 guys and been fucked twice too, but it had always been after long makeout sessions with lots of cuddling and sweet words and all that. So finding myself like this on my knees with a stranger's cock in front of me felt really uncomfortable. I probably managed to lick and usher a few words uncomfortably about his cock, and I like the he kept ruffling my hair and gently rubbing his hands over my face. I felt very vulnerable and liked the attention he was giving me while I made his cock go from limp to hard. When he got fully hard though his attitude changed. What was once gentle ruffling of my blond hair became fists who grabbed my hair and held my head in place. He told me to open my mouth, and didn't even ask me to suck him - instead he pushed his cock all the way down my throat while keeping my head still. I was pretty shocked then, had never had a cock in my throat before. I was gagging a lot and asked me to stop, but he told me if I want to satisfy him and serve like a woman I have to get used to it and that I should stop complaining. Still in shock, I did my best but probably wasn't very good at it, although I remember him saying he liked to hear me gag. After a while he probably got bored or likely there was too much teeth, and he told me it was time to make a real woman out of me. He put me back on my feet and went back to kissing me intensely, but this time one of his hands started playing with my hole and he started fingering me roughly. It hurt and he wasn't gentle about it, but we stayed like this for a while and my hole started loosening after a while. He put me on the bed on my back, lifted my legs and started approaching me with his erect cock getting clearly ready to enter me. This is when I started fighting back and telling him I didn't want to get fucked without a condom. He was actually very nice about it, stopped for a minute, told me he just fucks his wife and he's only been with very few twinks, and that I had nothing to be worried about. I was still hesitant, but figured I could trust him, so I went back in position. He entered me slowly while caressing my chest. He clearly had no interest in my cock, but he pinched my nipples hard while entering me. It didn't hurt so bad because he had fingered me well before, but felt very different to the couple times I had been fucked with a condom. He started fucking me harder and harder, telling me sweet words, caressing me gently, I really felt like a woman that time. His constant pinching of my nipples, and the feeling of his raw cock going inside and outside of me made me shoot my load very quick all over myself. He lasted a few minutes after that, and he had a deep groan and said things along the lines that I was now his boy and that my ass was his. Then he collapsed on me and passionately kissed me for a while before we fell asleep. He fucked me 3 other times that night, as I found myself woken up by his raw cock entering me and I just took it. Come morning after a last fuck he told me it was great and that he would love to see me regularly. He insisted on paying me for this, saying that I had been very obedient and I deserved it. Took me back to my place, and not an hour later messaged me to see if I was available the very next Friday for the same thing. I ended up seeing him for several months almost every week. He brought me gifts sometimes like pieces of underwear or t-shirts that made me look cute, and he was always paying me for it. Inside my head I was turned on by the idea of giving up my ass raw in exchange of that, even if that felt wrong. After a few months I moved to a bigger town for college so we couldn't meet anymore. He emails me a few times asking how things were going and if I was coming back for the holidays, but we kinda lost contact after a bit. He's the first I've let fuck me bareback, and the only one I've let do that before a loooong time. I was thinking about these memories fondly as I just had my first anon cumdump scene last weekend, and I think it was a great introduction for me to bareback sex. I regret nothing, except the fact that it took me many years after this to accept going back to bareback. This was a bit of a longer post than I anticipated, but I hope you'll find it interesting as this is the story the way I remember it. I've actually never told this story to anyone, there's a bit of a stigma with it being first bareback and then being paid for it, so I've kept it to myself, but this felt like a good place to share it for the first time.

Very hot! Looking forward to more.

We've got to get Chris pozzed. Then he can start topping also, and pass it to some other young guys.

Part 2 - Shadows In The Mist Ethan's confidence was growing so he loosened the grip on his towel and lowered it slightly daring to be adventurous. Another wave of steam hit him as he began to really enjoy the heat of dampness of the steam room, the thought of sex diminished as drifted in to his own world soaking up the heat. He knew there was a couple of guys lurking in the dim denseness of the mist but so far they appeared to be keeping their distance. A blast of cold air hit Ethan signalling the door has been opened again as he watched a tall silhouette take a seat on the same bench he was on. It was the strangest feeling Ethan had ever had, he could not feel or see but sensed the presence of another body very close to him. The silence broken by the hissing of the steam vent added to the strangeness of the environment. Another cool blast of air and another body took position to the right of him on the bench, he felt a little uneasy and moved his towel over his groin area again. The reality of why he had come here was all to real with the two bodies sat either side of him, his cock twitched with an anticipated excitement but he was more than happy to just be here next to the naked bodies. The vague outlines of various men moved in and out of his limited field of vision followed by the swirling dense mist in their wake, some paused to look but soon disappeared from view. Ethan sat still he had no idea what he was suppose to do, for him it was a hidden embarrassment, he thought this was a stupid idea and maybe he should try it on with Adam first, but no, that was to close to home for comfort and he could get found out. The last thing he wanted was this being all round college and getting back to his parents. Ethan relaxed and rested his head back closing his eyes. Angelo stepped in to the steam room and stood for a moment allowing his eyes to adjust to the low light and mist, he wandered through and spied the blond hair and pretty handsomeness of the young boy as he sat down a couple of meters away from him. Close but far enough away to be shielded by the mist from his view. He had never seen him here before and knew this must be the guy Brad had spoken about when he arrived. Angelo shuffled a little closer and could make out some of his looks, he looked younger than 18 quite the reverse of some who looked older for their age. Closer he moved, noticing the young guy had his eyes closed Angelo raised his hand and touched the young body. Ethan let out a short gasp as a felt the strange hand running down his chest in a carefully low choreographed movement. He opened his eyes to see the shape of the man was now visible, he snatched a sideways glance and noticed he was of Latin descent. Ethan could see that the arm was heavily tattooed and very well defined with hard biceps covered by soft looking skin, he daren't move as the hand continued to caress his chest and abdomen, this was the first time a man had touched his body in such an erotic way. Initially he thought at best he would end up with a much older man or a guy his age, but judging by the muscled arm he thought this was aiming high. His cock was hard as rock as a whole new feeling of sensations rippled through every part of his body, he didn't know if he should return the stroking of the man's chest or kiss him. For the moment his body was in an encapsulated desire with every nerve ending tingling from the man touching his body. Angelo ran his hand up and down the chest of the guy sat next to him, he did not look at him but stared straight ahead with a slightly rigid pose, Angelo smiled to himself as he could sense the young guy was obviously very inexperienced and this would make for an easy picking. Today is turning out better than he ever hoped Angelo thought to himself continuing the caressing of the young chest, he admired how naturally defined he felt and looked, this was a guy he had not fucked before and a new experience beckoned. Angelo moved his hand upwards caressing Ethan's neck and place his hand around the back of his neck as he shuffled closer. Angelo pulled Ethan's head towards his, there was a little resistance at first. Ethan's pulled back slightly at his head being guided towards the man but the gentle coaxing was having the desired affect as he slowly allowed the stranger to pull him close until he came face to face with Angelo. Ethan gulped at the stunning face before him, the striking chiselled features and sexy Latin look was more than he ever dreamed of, he judged that he must be in his mid twenties. He exuded an air of confidence, Ethan had to blink several times to ensure he was not imaging him. Angelo's hand pulled him closer and closer, Ethan could now feel the breath of the guy on his face. Angelo admired him for a moment and realised that the young lad was looking back at him clearly captivated. Angelo leaned forward until his mouth was within touching distance of Ethan's, the soft touch of Angelo's lips landed on Ethan's in a very tender kiss. Ethan still had his mouth closed and Angelo suspecting the naivete slowly ran the tip of his tongue along the young guys lips, moistening them with his saliva. Ethan parted his lips slowly and he felt the tongue probing deeper between his lips, becoming more receptive to the advances Ethan's mouth opened allowing Angelo's tongue to slip inside and his lips to close in and lock against his own. The tongue savoured and gently explored his mouth as Ethan moaned and delighted in his first kiss. It was the most intimate 30 seconds Ethan had ever encountered, Angelo pulled away leaving a trail of saliva connecting their mouths. Ethan looked him in the eye with abandonment, Angelo smiled as he looked in to the striking blue eyes and stroked the side of his face before his mouth sought Ethan's again, this time with more purpose and intensity. A natural instinct took over Ethan who now licked at the foreign tongue in his mouth as he began to kiss Angelo back. Ethan moaned again and raised his hand stroking Angelo's arm, deliberately feeling the muscled biceps and soft smooth skin that coated them. Angelo only to aware of how responsive the young lad had become enjoyed kissing him for several minutes. Ethan's body felt strange through the new sensations he was feeling. Angelo moved closer and his left hand reached around Ethan's waist pulling and gesturing for him to sit across his lap, Ethan only to happy to oblige the direction he was being given, his body twisted and right leg moved over Angelo's powerful legs until he sat straddled across his lap. His towel had fallen away as he sat on the lap of this man both of them naked, their cocks jostling for position but Ethan could feel his own cock was smaller in girth and length and was loosing the battle. Angelo forced his tongue deeper in to Ethan's mouth and then pulled away leaving the young guy deserted. Ethan looked directly in to the eyes of Angelo, he really could not believe his luck. They did not speak a word between them, Angelo now had both his arms around the back of Ethan, his slowly and gently caressing and stroking his back. Ethan leaned back enjoying the touch of this man but also to look at those strong tattooed arms enveloping his body. Angelo pulled Ethan forward and their lips locked together again quickly followed by Angelo's tongue as he resumed exploring Ethan's mouth. Angelo pulled Ethan up and as he sat back down his felt sheer hardness of the cock being forced between his ass cheeks. Ethan's ass began rubbing up against this man's sex, he had no idea where that came from, it just seemed to him to be the right thing to do. The shuffling caught Ethan's ear as he saw bodies moving in to view getting a closer look at the action that was happening. Angelo's rock hard erection nestled between Ethan's ass cheeks, his back held firmly by Angelo's arm was now pressing his own chest hard up against Angelo's. His other hand began caressing Ethan's buttocks and moving gently across until he slipped one finger down between the cheeks seeking the young tight hole where it circled gently around the edge. Ethan nearly giggled but for the mouth full of tongue he was dealing with as well. The finger made concentric circles with more and more pressure being applied the circles got gradually smaller until it coaxed Ethan's hole open and it slipped inside. Ethan's eyes snapped open startled at the pain of the intrusion, he tried to protest but Angelo only kissed him deeper holding his finger inside until the pain started to subside and he relaxed. Ethan didn't know if he was fond of this movement, but he found that his body was literally immobilised being held tightly against this muscled chest and abdomen, he clasped his hands around Angelo's neck and responded to the kissing as his hole was being explored. A new arm began to caress Ethan's neck and shoulder, Angelo pulled his finger out quickly causing Ethan's body to tense, he abruptly grabbed the arm painfully as he heard the man wince in pain as it was pushed away only to disappear back in to the dense steam. With his free arm Angelo rubbed his hand around Ethan's back causing a pool of sweat that he guided towards his boys ass, Ethan gasped and moaned as this time he felt two fingers pushing in to his ass and manipulating the sweat in to his hole. He arched his back at the discomfort, the sweat from their bodies mingled and mixed together covering them both, in a vain attempt Ethan tried to moderate the invasion by gripping Angelo's arm. The sweat made it impossible to get a firm enough grip, he gasped as the fingers dived deeper in his hole, Ethan flung his arms around the back of Angelo's neck and he moaned in pain. At some point he began to kiss and lightly bite the neck of Angelo, Ethan moved his head upwards towards Angelo's chin until their mouth's sought each other, the passion between them building in their bodies. Ethan was seduced and sealing his own fate, he wasn't sure if it was the attractiveness of the guy or the fact he couldn't break free from the strong grip Angelo had on his body but he was loving it. Angelo had control over him and sporadically he would tighten the bicep of his arm holding Ethan's back in position, it was a controlling but comforting and sometimes slightly painful feeling, Ethan being drawn ever more in knew he was in the safe hands of a very experienced man who understood positive and negative reinforcement. Angelo would withdraw his fingers from the tight hole giving Ethan an immense sensation release, but which also left him yearning for the moment they would slip back inside him. His body slowly adjusting and beginning to enjoy the experience until Angelo pulled his fingers out sharply, breaking the kiss he spat in to his hand, resumed kissing and began to mix the saliva with the precum on his cock that was now poised for action. It was like an out of body experience as Ethan felt himself rising and looking in to the eyes of Angelo. Suddenly he gasped and let you a puppy like yelp as the searing pain shot through his arse and lower back, Angelo pushed the head of his cock hard in to his boy, Ethan wriggled to escape from the pain but the arm around his back remained firmly clamped down preventing him from forcing a withdrawal. The tears from the corner of Ethan's eyes mixed with the sweat, his body in agony from the burning pain. Ethan realised that there was only one way his body was going and that was down on this cock, he was forced to bury his head in to Angelo's neck as his moans mixed with cries and whimpering. Ethan had no concept of how much cock with now in his ass, all he did know was that his virginity and body where forever parting company. Angelo reached behind Ethan's neck with his free arm forcing Ethan's body downwards to take more of his cock, Ethan overwhelmed by pain tried to forcibly raise himself off Angelo's cock exclaiming 'No' loudly, but the look in his eyes told a different story. Angelo looked him in eye and continued pushing Ethan's body down as more of his cock tore it's way in to his young body, Ethan gasped loudly several times in pain but did not protest, there was no getting out of this predicament so easily. The cries from his pain brought the lurking bodies out of the steam as they stood and watched, many of them not realising they were seeing the virgin boy being transformed right in front of their eyes. Ethan let out one last hoarse cry as his ass came to rest on Angelo's lap, he was now holding 8 inches of pure sex inside his body. The pain remained as a reminder and Ethan raised his head and without any second thought he kissed Angelo, they shared an incredibly sensual kiss and Ethan's body began to slowly rock back and forth with small gesturing rise and fall. Every down motion still fired off sharp spasms of pain through his ass, but he was being overtaken by a more intense pleasure of joy and happiness. They kissed until Ethan felt Angelo's free arm wrap around his body, a sudden jerk of the arms as they tightened forced him to expel what air he had in his lungs in to Angelo's mouth, the biceps flexed hard and squeezed Ethan's back tight up against Angelo's chest. Angelo had fucked many a man, some to overly responsive who just wanted to push down hard on his cock whilst the others grimaced in pain through the experience. But he watched Ethan carefully as he pushed and forced him down on his cock. At Ethan's last cry his head rolled forward and Angelo was unprepared for Ethan to kiss him, it wasn't like any other kiss, this was a deep and meaningful kiss which Angelo felt. As Ethan rocked on his cock gently Angelo began to feel his orgasm building, no one had ever made him rise to orgasm within minutes. Angelo jerked and tightened his arms around the young lad's body crushing his chest tight up against his own to stop his movements, Ethan let out a small cry as the air was forced out of his lungs. Ethan's movement on Angelo's cock became tiny and not very noticeable, those arms crushing his body sent pure waves of delight around his body, something he remembered when wrestling at school. Ethan felt the cock inside him harden even more and swell and he buried his head in Angelo's neck. Angelo pushed his hips up hard as if he was trying to split Ethan in half. Ethan groaned as suddenly he felt a torrent of warmth flowing in to his ass as the first wave of Angelo's orgasm fired it's toxic load deep inside coating every surface as though it was on a mission. Ethan tried to catch his breath but the powerful arms squeezing him tight prevented him from pulling much needed air in to his lungs, he could feel the rapid succession of pulses in the cock releasing stream after stream of seed flooding his body. Ethan could only gasp as he buried his head harder in to Angelo's neck, still striving to gulp air in but he could only manage the short gasps as the arms held firm around his body. Ethan felt the twitching cock inside his body as it delivered the last few drops of seed, he was light headed from lack of air and heat in the steam room. The arms eased from around his back at last he was able to fill his lungs with much needed air, as he regained his posture Ethan looked down to find that he had also ejaculated without touching or realising that he had. His head still buzzing from the mixture of the heat and excitement of what just happened Ethan closed his eyes, he felt Angelo close in and kiss him lovingly as a reward for a job well done, his ass remained firmly impaled on Angelo's cock providing no escape route for the toxic seed forcing Ethan to hold it in his body. Ethan became aware of the several grunts and groans of the audience as they finished masturbating watching the show before them. Slowly the crowd dispersed, the cool air hitting their bodies indicating the door had been opened as they left the steam room, Angelo noticed some of the men still optimistically lurking in the dense mist, they were waiting for him to release his victim. Angelo was not done with this boy yet, he broke away from the kiss wrapping his arms tightly around the young body again forcing Ethan's head to bury in his neck again as he pushed his hips up. Ethan involuntarily winced as the pain ran through his arse, Angelo was clearly indicating he was ready to fuck him again. Ethan clasped his hands around the neck and shoulders responding to Angelo, his ass was sore, if not completely on fire with pain but he knew trying to stop it would be futile. Ethan quickly learnt to rock his hips in a mix of movements as Angelo's cock speared deeper in to his ass. Sweat ran down both of their bodies making it difficult for them to keep hold of each other, Ethan moved his face towards Angelo's waiting mouth, their lips parted as they kissed like lovers. Every downward motion Ethan made was greeted by an upward thrust from Angelo, each time he hit bottom he moaned loudly in to Angelo's mouth. He felt the arms tighten sharply around his body, he knew what was coming. Their kiss broke and Ethan found himself staring deep in to Angelo's eyes as he prepared to breed the boy again. His muscles flexed fully and the grip tightened around Ethan's body again, the air escaping from his lungs, his chest being crushed harder than before up against Angelo's own. Ethan attempted to arch his back to relieve the pressure but the arms simply constricted harder bringing him back to Angelo. Ethan found he could no longer expand his chest to draw breath as his arse was forced down harder on his cock. Angelo let out a low long moan and his cock pulsed against Ethan's anal wall, Ethan grasped around Angelo's neck as he muttered 'Fuck' before another torrent of seed began entering his body. His body collapsed against Angelo whilst he was held tightly, for a moment time seemed to slow down as he could feel every pulse from the cock in his ass, he felt his own heart beating as it pounded against Angelo's chest. The grip around his body loosened and Ethan coughed as he drew breath shaking off the grogginess from lack of oxygen, he panted heavily against Angelo's neck. Ethan regained some composure and sat confused and dazed for a moment, never in his imagination did he think his first time would be so painful and yet a powerful force took over his body to want this more than anything. His senses gradually returning to normal and Ethan knew his body had taken enough. He leant forward looking at the striking face of the young man and kissed him on the lips. Slowly he tried to stand and lift his ass of the cock, emitting a slight cry of discomfort at the now softening cock beginning it's exit. One thing they didn't show in the porn videos was how challenging it was getting off the cock as it was going in. Angelo released his hold from around Ethan's back as he stood, his legs visibly unsteady so Angelo stood with him holding him up, he escorted him out of the steam room towards the showers to cool off. Angelo stood behind Ethan propping him up as he enjoyed the cool water pouring over his head and body, feeling refreshed and sort of back to normal Angelo went under the shower head next to him and began to clean himself up. Ethan turned and looked over at him, this was the first time he had the opportunity to really see the young man. The body sculptured to within an inch of perfection and those beautifully muscled and tattooed arms really did it for Ethan. But it was the face and those eyes that dazzled a sparkling light brown in a very captivating way. Angelo stared back at the young attractive guy pondering if he was actually old enough to be there but he knew Brad would have done his job properly. It took a moment for Ethan to realise that he was staring back him and he blushed slightly, Angelo cupped his face and brushed his lips against Ethan's before kissing him deeply. Amazingly they still had not spoken a word, Angelo guided him out of the showers and retrieved their towels, Ethan wrapped his around his waist and sat down on a nearby bench to relax. Ethan opened his eyes realising he must have dozed off and looked around but the young man was no where to be seen. A few older men were walking up and down obviously assessing the situation and rubbing their cocks under their towels as they passed by Ethan smiling. He felt uneasy at the attention he was drawing and made a beeline to the stairs to get out of their way, the last thing he needed now was sex since his ass was sore beyond belief. Ethan walked through the lounge area to the bar where Brad stood smiling. "Hello pretty boy, did you have fun?" he asked with a wide smile. Ethan looked with some annoyance at Brad and somewhat sharply asked "What's so funny?" Brad patted Ethan's hand "Nothing just asking if you had fun down there." Ethan turned to look around to see if the young man was there "Not sure I should have come here" Brad almost felt sorry for him. "Need your key?" "Yes please" Ethan answered. Brad handed him his key "Take your time baby." Ethan found Brad to be a little overbearing but kind of nice "Thank you" he replied as he turned to leave. Ethan entered the locker room and saw one other guy busy in his locker, he opened his own and pulled out his underwear and pushed the door slightly closed just as the other man moved in to his field of vision revealing his back. Ethan gulped at the tattoo painted dead square in the middle, it was an Angel with it's head bowed looking down, the hands were held open in the offering position, his eyes opened wider as each hand was offering a biohazard symbol. He was not so stupid and knew what the biohazard represented, he was so fixed on the tattoo he never thought to look at who it actually was. The man turned around and he opened his mouth coming face to face with the young Latin guy who just took his virginity, Angelo looked at him and smiled. Fear froze Ethan to the spot when he realised what had just happened, a poz guy had just cum in his ass twice and it was still inside him. Ethan darted in to the toilet cubicle locking the door behind him, he banged his head against the tiled wall quietly repeating the word fuck several times. Removing the towel he sat down on the toilet and did his best to expel the cum, every time he tried his arse burned in pain but nothing was coming out, he grabbed some toilet tissue and gently wiped his ass. On inspecting he saw only patches of red, he stayed sitting on the toilet with his head in his hands for several more minutes. He was beside himself with anger at how someone could do such a thing, but maybe he was to blame for not insisting on safe sex and just allowed him to fuck without any protest. Angelo shook his head as he finished dressing, he went to bar and grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note. The toilet door was still locked so Angelo slipped the note in the locker, he wasn't totally sure why he did it as it was a long shot but something in his heart told him to break with his own rules.

Part 11 - The Spectrum Of Sex Mario left the hotel room having showered and finishing the last scene for the porn movie, he hadn't taken to kindly to his actor partner and was glad that he didn't want him to stay for post filming sex as was the norm in this industry. Instead he slipped out the hotel door just as his phone pinged. He looked at the message it was from Sage so he opened it 'Fuck now' it read, as much as he didn't want to do this he wanted, no needed sex as filming always made him overly horny. His fingers with a mind of their own typed the reply 'On my way'. He knew what his body was about to go through again, yet being roughly used and just the thought of Sage's body pinning him down on the bed was enough to convince him to go. He knocked on the door quietly as it was just after midnight, the door opened and like a bolt of lightning Sage grabbed Mario's arm and yanked him inside hard almost ripping it out of its socket he could tell Sage was either drunk or high. He heard the door close trying to compose himself but the muscled arms already were securing him around the waist lifting him effortlessly in the air, he was carried in to the bedroom like a rag doll. He landed on the bed face down, immediately his shorts were tugged down his legs to his ankles, Sage wasted no time in allowing him undress completely, his legs were pulled back to the edge of the bed exposing his naked butt. He heard a zipper being undone, why had he done this to himself he thought laying on the bed in anticipation of what was about to happen. He felt Sage's body bearing down on him as the pain surged up in his arse spreading through his whole body, he had penetrated Mario balls deep whilst his hand held the back of Mario's head to stop him moving. Mario cried in pain as Sage began relentlessly tearing up his arse with big pronounced thrusts, harder and harder he pummelled in to Mario's body. He heard Sage telling him repeatedly he was a worthless whore who now belonged to him, a whore who needed to show respect and be grateful that he was taking time out of his day to fuck him. A whore who came back for more because he knew his place, a whore who needed him to show how it was to have a real man breeding him. And so the verbal and mental abuse continued for what seemed hours. Tears pouring out of his eyes from the pain and agony, Sage's hand held him firmly against the bed. The fucking went on and on with no sign of him easing up, he was controlling and owning Mario, physiologically breaking him down constantly telling him he was worthless and should be thanking him for making him see his true worth. Sage full of drink and cocaine began to pump faster into his bitch, his balls tightened sharply as he drove his cock in deep and held it there as his orgasm reached its height releasing his toxic seed and flooding the ass of his bitch. He felt Mario tense and wriggle but he pushed his hand harder against Mario's head keeping him in position until the last drop of venom was milked from his cock. He collapsed on top on him, Mario grunted and moaned as his body was crushed under the muscled torso. Sage stayed in position for nearly an hour, every so often he would buck his hips forcing his semi hard cock deep in Mario. Eventually Sage rolled on to his back and fell asleep, the sheet beneath Mario's head was damp from the tears he had cried during his ordeal. The sweet mild mannered Mario was slowly but ever so surely being broken in many ways, he had the opportunity to get up and leave but his body was hurting and he was exhausted. Naked laying on the bed he fell soundly asleep, during the night he mumbled as it felt like his body was gently pulled up the bed and a sheet placed over him, feeling a sudden comfort washing over him he drifted back in to his deep sleep. Daylight appeared through the window he slowly began to wake up, startled for a moment at the unfamiliar surroundings that came in to focus as his eyes opened. He had a weird feeling of being trapped and as he tried to move he felt the arms around his body that were holding him close against a warm body. He glanced at the muscular arms around his small body, remembering he came over to Sage's place last night after he called him. He knew they had sex, well Sage had sex he just laid there held down taking the aggressive fucking. All he remembered after that was laying at the bottom of the bed falling asleep, here he was now in bed laying close to Sage as if they were lovers. He could feel the tenderness in his arse and decided not to try and move and wake him as he couldn't go through another fucking like that this morning. His head was confused with conflicting emotions, yes he thought Sage was sexy, but no he didn't find him attractive in a material boyfriend way. Was it the danger and adventure that had lured him back last night. Sage began to stir and felt Mario's body held firmly in his arms, how easily they fall he thought to himself. Still Mario wasn't a bad catch to pass the time of day until he got Jordan back, after all he never really said they were breaking up. In his eyes Jordan still belonged to him, he was patient and would eventually get him to crawl back. Kissing Mario tenderly on the back of his neck, he slowly turned Mario's body around to face him and began to kiss him deeply. He stopped after several minutes and asked Mario if he had found out anything about Jordan, Mario shook his head as Sage expressed he was worried in case something had happened to him. Mario completely brought the story and picked up his phone and typed a posting on facebook asking if anyone had heard from Jordan and to let him know, he also posted on his timeline asking him to let him know. 4,000 miles away Daniel stirred he could feel Jordan's breath caressing the back of his neck, they laid in the same position all night Daniel's body instantly pushed back to be closer and he felt Jordan's arms pulling him in. There was no mistaking that whilst Jordan' was still sleepy his cock was not, it was parked between his arse cheeks. Slowly Daniel gently wriggled his arse back and forth feeling it growing in intensity. Jordan woke up smiling and kissed Daniel on the neck and mumbled the words 'Morning my lover', Daniel twisted his body around to face him and they tenderly kissed each other for several minutes. Their kissing morphed in to passion, Jordan's hand roamed down to Daniel's arse which he began caressing slowly, Daniel softly moaned in pleasure as his leg lifted over Jordan's and gently rolled him on his back and Daniel came to rest on top of Jordan. They kissed harder with more vigour as desire to make love took hold of them both, Daniel raised both his legs up until his arse rested on top of Jordan's shaft and began moving up and down. Jordan was now moaning sweetly with pleasure his whole body was ready to take his lover for the first time. Daniel's arse movements became concentrated at the head of Jordan's cock slowly forcing it up between his arse cheeks. Jordan's arms wrapped around Daniel again as the head of his cock hit Daniel's hole, Daniel emitted a louder moan as his hole stretched open wanting and willing to take the cock inside him. The head of Jordan's cock pushed against the unlubed resistance repeatedly until it became slick with precum, Daniel gasped in to Jordan's mouth as the head finally penetrated, the sensation tingled up his spine mixed with a tinge of pain quickly dulled by his desire. Daniel moaned softly lifting his head and looking Jordan in the eye, slowly he edged his arse back feeling more of his cock slipping inside him, he let out another quiet gasp still looking lovingly in to Jordan's eyes. He felt Jordan pulling his legs up pushing the rest of his cock inside Daniel, he moaned louder and fell forward on to Jordan's chest as their mouths sought each other locking together. Jordan wrapped his arms around Daniel and began pushing his hips up in gentle undulating movements, Daniel moaning with each upward motion began responding pushing his arse down and wrapping his arms around Jordan's neck and shoulders. The flow of air from the ceiling fan causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end bringing a different sensation to their love making, their bodies melting into one as the primal instinct to mate enveloped them. The passion between them boiled to the surface as Jordan felt his balls tingling, he knew he had to pull out before his orgasm took over and not ejaculate inside. Daniel sensed that Jordan was close as his arms released their hold on his back and moved towards his arse, he raised his body slightly kissing Jordan's neck. Quickly Jordan's hand moved towards his cock his moaning was interspaced by grunts. Daniel felt the cock inside his body swell and twitch causing him to cry out in his own excitement and orgasm as his cock exploded all over Jordan's chest. Caught in the heat of the moment Jordan pushed up, 'No' he muttered as his hand lifted Daniel's arse whilst the other pulled his cock out followed by a stream of cum that had already been released in to Daniel, several spurts followed coating Daniel's hole and arse. Daniel collapsed on top of Jordan and kissed him deep, Jordan laid stroking Daniel's back. "Danny I didn't mean to I couldn't pull out in time" Jordan said apologising. Daniel was not moving "It's okay Jordy, I have been on prep for a couple of years". Jordan kissed his head "It's no guarantee Danny". Daniel looked at him smiling "I know the risks Jordy, I'm surprised I never caught it from Greg". "Is he positive then?" Jordan inquired calmly as he recouped from his orgasm. Daniel got up off the bed "Yes but never told me until he got ill and started taking medication". Daniel walked in to the bathroom and turned on the shower and stepped in, Jordan stood at the doorway watching as Daniel stood under the rainfall shower, the water deluging over his head. He squeezed the shower gel and began washing himself, he turned around seeing Jordan and the sexy smile on his face, Daniel laughed and beckoned him over to join him. Jordan dried himself off as Daniel went out to get coffee, he sat on the bed to check emails when he saw the notification appear on his phone's screen. He had been silent on all social media since leaving LA so it was only a matter of time before people started asking questions. He unlocked and opened facebook and saw Mario's posting to him, as tempting as it was to answer he saw the location of where the posting originated from. He wasn't that stupid to realise that Mario was not in his usual location for that time of morning, instead he was at the same place where his posts use to show. Somehow Sage had got hold of Mario that was the only reason he could think of. He sat contemplating for a moment before he went to the settings and hit the delete account button and put the phone down. Mario was refreshing facebook when his post disappeared and Jordan was no longer showing, he quickly searched through but all the posts had gone. He tried to search by name but only random Jordan's showed up, he turned to Sage and told him that Jordan has deleted his account. Sage fumed as he knew Jordan would have seen the post but without him posting anything he would have no idea where he had gone. Daniel was enjoying coffee on the veranda as Jordan walked out through the lounge on to the veranda to join him. They kissed as Anderson came over with a coffee cup for Jordan, he told Daniel about the posting and how he knew Mario was doing Sage's work at tracking him down. They had a good laugh about it over breakfast but Jordan was still worried and even more so about Mario's welfare. He was a nice guy and had enjoyed their sex together but if Sage really had got hold of him he would soon spiral out of control under his influence and control. The sun was shining brightly and a light breeze wafted through the palm trees on the beach, Daniel and Jordan were sat at the beach bar with Nicky, Kit, Steve and Callum. Nicky keeping an eye on their children playing at the waters edge with some other children. The beach was fairly busy as the hotel was running at full occupancy. Their talk was mostly around the previous evening causing laughter as they forged closer friendships in their group. Steve and Callum were still a little in awe at becoming friends with Nicky and Kit, several times they had to kick themselves to believe this was really happening. Not only having the holiday of a lifetime but making some nice friends on the way. The bursts of laugher causing other guests to look over with a little tinge of envy wishing they could be in the group with the movie star. One guest was standing several meters away and taking photos of the beach setting and posting it on their twitter feed, the scene was of the palm trees, blue sea and white sand looking towards the beach bar. It captured the moment in full brilliance including the group of six laughing at the beach bar. Nicky clearly visible along with Jordan and his arm around Daniel, the photo was captioned 'Who said Barbados had nothing to offer #Barbados #Paradise #FamousPeople'. An innocent memory captured in a fleeting moment that would go on to have devastating consequences on the road ahead.

Part 14 Home Slice Damn, what a hot fuck session Robbie and I had those couple hours. Dante finally stopped us reminding me that we need to get me some me clothes and had an appointment at the car dealers. I really didn't want him spending all this money on me, especially on a car. Robbie’s actions and aggressiveness surprised me. In the limited time we interacted I took him to be more like me, more of a bottom, but then again, I recently discovered the joy of topping. We left a naked Robbie in the condo with a few of the crew and I knew he was going to continue to fuck turn whomever would fuck him. Dante filled me in on Robbie as we drove to the mall. Dante I had forgotten that Robbie was versatile. When I first met him he was hanging out with a couple of my guys willing to let any of them fuck and breed him. I knew he was bug chasing, never knew the real reason until the plan to poz Jeremy was hatched. Jeremy had wanted to stealth bread Jeremy ever since he was pozzed a couple months back, but was never able to pull it off. I let him know that the first poz load into Jeremy’s neg cunt belonged to b Home Slice for what he did to him, but that he could deliver the second load. He let me know that he’d be satisfied watching Chris breed his suck up ass and then have to take his dirty load after. On our way over to the mall, I filled Home Slice in on Robbie. We parked at the mall and headed to the only store I shop at Abercrombie and Fitch. I could tell something was on Home Slice’s mind even before he sspok, “Dante, you don’t need to spend this much money on my clothes, I’d be happy with clothes from Walmart or Target . even the GAP’s clothes are ok with me.” I made sue he knew that the money didn’t matter to me, he really had no idea how much cash I have stashed away in multiple banks in different countries around the world in case I ever needed to run from the law. I told him, “Don’t worry about the money Home Slice, you see that I always have the nicest clothes to wear and you should too. You’re living with me now and I want you looking damn good where ever you go. You know I love you and I know you love me too. So when we get in the store you might see a could guys you think you know, but you don't, got it?” He nodded ‘yes’ and answered, “Got it.” The store manager is one of my biggest sellers and all of his employees have at some point sampled the ‘goods' and whether straight, bi or gay have all been fucked by him while high. Of course a number of them he pozzed, some escaped that fate only to succumb to his poz cock eventually as they craved to Tina and his cock in their assess. He greeted me, I explained the situation, and told Home Since, “Have fun and pick out what you want to wear. I may pick out a few things I want you to see you wearing. And as your your underwear, I’ve already ordered a bunch of Andrew Christian boxer briefs in you size, I every color with multiple pair in a select few I like to see you wear.” Home Slice For the next two hours I tried on jeans, khakis, shorts and shirts of all kinds. There were several I really liked. When he came time to pay for the clothes one of the sales associates said he wanted to show me something and led me to a back room. Before I knew it he was on his knees getting ready to suck my cock as he told me, “My manger told me that Dante wanted me to give you a blow job for all the clothes you’re buying.” This kid was taking my 7” down you the root when I finally remembered where I had seen (struck met) him before. It was the day I was taught the art of the for job. He was just as good as the time he was teaching me by sucking my cock then, of it was for the Tina in my system I probably would have been my load in a couple minutes instead of the 20 it took him to eat my cum. After he was done he told me, “I wish you and I could party-n-play sometime.” I answered him, “You never know, I can ask Dante.” He got a panicked look on his face pleading with me, “Please don’t say anything, if Randy (the store manager) was to find out that I said anything to you, I might get fired. I need the job to afford my own place.” I promise him, “I won’t say a word to anyone” He led me back to the front of the store where Dante was waiting for me, but I didn’t see the clothes. He quickly said, “The manager is having a couple of his employees are taking you new threads over to the condo. We have one more stop to make.” Dante As we dove over to the car lot I asked him, “Did you enjoy your for job?” He nodded ‘Yes’, and I then asked, “You know half of those boys are jealous of you, the other half want to party with you.” We pulled into the car dealers lot. Home Slice commented, “Looks like he’s closed.” I laughed, “Yeah, it is, but not to us. This guy does a lot of our ‘transportation’.” My connection at the dealership was the owner, who came out as I parked my car. See greeted each other and I introduce Home Slice (using his given have Chris). He reached out to shake his hand and said, “Based on what Dante told me I pulled a few cars for you to look at, and if you don’t see what you like we can go through the lot into we find what you want to drive.” He led us over to a group of a half dozen cars. I could tell the minute be saw this one particular truck he was going to want it, but I knew he’d think it was gong to cost me money. I never pay for a car for this guy, so whatever car to chooses is his period.. The car that I wanted him to have was a 2016 Cadillac Escalade that was loaded. He wanted by that car first, pausing by the Cadillac before looking the other cars over, every so often looking over at the Caddy or walking by the car with a ‘wanting’ glance. He asked about each car except the Caddy. I then asked him, “What about the Escalade here, this is a nice ride.” He walked over to the Caddy, opened the door, looked inside and said, “This car is too expensive. You already spent too much on my clothes.” I joined him at the car’s door, leaned in and whispered to him, “Don’t worry Home Slice, the car won’t cost me a dime. Pick out what you want.” He got a smile on his face, climbed in the Caddy and asked, “Can I take it for a test drive?” The dealership owner said, “It has a push button start, here the remote that needs to be in the car for it to start.” I climbed I when him as we drove around a few minutes before heading back to the dealership. I asked him, “You look the Caddy?” He started to cry and through his sobs he tried to say, “I'm sorry you have to do an this for me.” I let him know, “None of what your father did is anyone’s can't but Jeremy’s, and he's going to get his, and you’re the one who's gong to give it to him. Now let's get you this car.” We finished up business and headed back to the condo. Since he was now going to be living with me I had him park in the garage. We headed in to find a high as a kite Robbie getting gang banged by a good number of my crew, both gay and straight. We exchanged glances and headed to my bedroom. I showed him the spare closet where his clothes were now neatly hanging. He thanked me, dropped to his knee, pulled my cock out and began giving me one hell of a blow job. I didn't think I’d last that long, to be honest, I didn’t want to, we had a pizza being delivered. And I didn’t hold back giving him a big load to swallow since I hadn’t cum in a week.

Part 13 Dante Someone outed Home Slice to his father. I was determined to fund it who was behind this and make them pay. Although I am totally pissed off, this does play to my advantage, he needs a place to live and that place was with me. It was going to be nice having his white ass in my bed every night. His father was a real ass hole about it reporting the truck stolen, I had plans for him, but first I needed to take care of my boy. He was going to need threads and a ride. He sat quietly I the passenger seat, I got the feeling he may have thought I was mad at him. I spoke first, “Don’t worry Home Slice, I’ve got it all covered.” I started working my contacts. First he needed a ride. I called my connection at a used dealership. The owner dis business with Miguel and me so he always can do me a favor. I explained the situation and he said I should stop by the lot at 6:00 pm. Now to get him clothes. It was Sunday afternoon so the best place to shop was the mall. I let him know the plan for the day, “We’ll stop by the condo so you can drop off your stuff and then we’ll head over to the mall and get you some new threads.” He spoke for the first time, “I’m sorry Dante, I didn’t mean to it you in a spot with the police.” I reassured him, “No worries, I know those boys. They help keep the heat off. You got any idea who did your dad?” He shook his head ‘No’. I had to ask, “You think it was Michael?” He answered, “No, not after Robbie and I convinced him that it would be in his best interest to say a word.” I wasn’t going to tell Home Slice, but I plan to have a ‘nice chat’ with Michael. That all changed when we walked into my crib to find Robbie waiting for us. He quickly explained why he came over to my place, “I tried calling Chris, but his phone was disconnected.” Chris quickly said, “That figures with what he liked with the truck.” Robbie continued, “l tried to stop him, but he we determined to fuck Chris up. Jeremy told your father about you being gay. He was in the entry of the bathroom last Monday when Michael was talking to you. He heard everything and was determined to out you.” Home Slice quickly begged me, “Please don’t kill him. I’m sure we can come up with a good way you get him back.” I was not going to kill the little bottom bitch, I had a plan and I knew Home Slice would love the idea. Jeremy has been begging me to join him to party-n-play. I knew the little queen never barebacked and he’d probably not want me to fuck him if he knew I was poz. I told Home Slice and Robbie my plan, l Jamey's 18th birthday is in a week, right?” Robbie answered, “The night after graduation.” I added, “I bet he’s planning a party night for him and a select few. I’m going to agree to join him but his birthday as looking as I can bring a couple friends, Home Slice here along with a couple of my crew that are all poz. I take it you’ll be there Robbie?” Robbie answered, “Of course I’ll be there, I never miss one of Jeremy’s parties, even though he insists on everyone playing safe.” I asked Robbie to do something that I knew he wouldn’t say no to, “Robbie, I need to know who he is going to have at the party.” My plan was to make sure that the only ones to show up would be poz. Home Slice guy a huge grin on his face when he realized that my plan was to poz Jeremy’s ass. I’m sure Home Slice knew Robbie was poz, after all, he did get fucked by all my crew after he taught him how to suck dick. Robbie looked at Home Slice and asked, “Are you finally poz?” Home Slice answered, “I think so, just had the ‘flu’ last week.” Robbie went and gave him a hug and a kiss saying, “Right on, welcome to the club bro. The thought of you now poz has gotten me fucking horny.” Damn, two horny 18 year-olds, I’d love to watch these two to at it right now, “Why don’t we go to my bedroom where you two can have some fun.” As we headed to my bedroom I cashed uupon a couple of my guys who are hanging around to grab a couple cameras and join us I my bedroom. One we got to my bedroom it didn’t take lot for them to get naked while I prepped a couple points and some Caverjack to keep them hard. I first administers the Caverjack to each and as my guys arrived with the video cameras they were ready to be slammed. They began to record when I started to slam both twinks. I told them, “I want you two to flip fuck ave have some fun while I watch and there guy record the action.” They stared off kissing, but that didn’t last long before they were sucking each other’s cocks. Robbie was the first to top and quickly mounted Home Slice’s ass pounding away until he unloaded inside his ass as he screamed, “Take my dirty cum.” Once Robbie had pulled out Home Slice quickly flipped Robbie around and slammed his cock inside Robbie balls deep in a single thrust which caused Robbie to scream out. Home Slice took his time as he worked his cock in and out of Robbie's hole. The purpose of letting them fuck each other was to not just let them have some fun, but to see how Robbie will do as a top when he is Jeremy. When Home Slice finally shot his load Robbie was begging to be filled. He wasn’t ready for Home Slice to remain hard after he shot his wad. Home Slice looked down as Robbie and asked, you ready for a second load?” Robbie answered, “Give it to me.” Home Slice screamed out, “FUCK! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” Fling Robbie with a second wad before going soft allowing Robbie to switch and mount his ass from behind keeping Home Slice ok his hands and knees. Robbie showed little mercy as he slammed his cock in to the root. While grabbing Home Slice’s waist he pounded away until he shot his second load. This went on for 3 hours before they began to tire out I need to take Home Slice to get some new clothes.

I’m 51. At CumUnion as a total bottom I average 20 fucks a visit. When I turned 50 I sort of assumed that I was dead and buried as far as other men finding me a desirable breeding target, but that - to my great relief - has proven to be far from the case. My inner slut is out in force now.

My first load is with a Thai masseur , went to test 3 months later, also tested positive for chlamydia I didn't get HIV though, it was estimated that 30% of gay Thai guys have HIV !

This bottom absolutely loves to eat a Top's ass. In fact, a big measure of how hot I think a man is just by looking at him is how much I want to eat his ass. Hooked up with this Bi Top guy a few months ago. He really wanted and enjoyed getting his cock sucked which I was happy to do. He kinda went wild when I licked and sucked his balls yet got uncomfortable when I licked lower. He told me he didn't like getting his butt played with. I backed off yet not before telling him I was aroused by his sweaty ass and was very clear who the Top was between us. After he fucked and bred me he was up for round 2. While sucking his cock I moved lower and lower as his ass scent was driving me nuts. When he started objecting I got a little forceful and before long had my tongue buried in his hole. I finally flipped him on his belly and ate his ass for a long time while he pushed his butt in my face. His cock was unbelievably hard before he humped up, threw my legs over his shoulders and power fucked me like an animal. We've hooked up twice since and, funny, he doesn't mind getting his ass eaten anymore!

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

Ryan and I watched TV from his bed, porn of course, as we relaxed and took moments to kiss and fondle each other’s semi-hard cock while we chatted. Ryan asked me what I had packed for the weekend. I let him know that I followed his suggestion and had only brought a change of underwear since I was told that no other clothes would be needed given that we’d be naked the entire time. I asked him who we were meeting. He told me we’d be driving up with identical twins Marc and Mike. The guy who owned the cabin, Steve, would be driving up alone with the new kid. I asked who the new kid was since I thought I was the new kid. Ryan chuckled, gave me a kiss and told me that the new kid was a neg that was chasing and ready for conversion, and that I wasn’t a new kid I more like his little brother. Since I was an only child Ryan’s comments made me smile. We kissed again and watch some more porn. Ryan got a text on his phone and told me that it was time to get going. We got dressed, grabbed our back packs and headed out. There was a red Jeep waiting for us with the twins sitting in front. We hopped in back and I was introduced. Ryan asked them how things were at work. I learned that Ryan and the twins worked together for Steve. It was a small shipping business that catered to a select clientele. Not much more was said except for Ryan letting me know that he could get me a job there if I was interested and if Steve liked me. One of the twins said, Steve won’t just like me, he’ll love me. I’m not sure how long it took to get to the cabin. Ryan woke me with a kiss as we pulled into a secluded, wooded area. We drove back another distance and to see this modest cabin with a deck off the back leading up to a lake. The jeep stopped and we climbed out. We each grabbed our back packs and headed inside. Ryan showed me around. Downstairs there was a large room with a large bed in the middle. Off to one side was a kitchen with a full bathroom. Upstairs there were 2 bedrooms along with 2 full bathrooms. Each bedroom had an extra large bed, big enough for 4 people to sleep. There were TV’s in each room. I was told that all the TV’s were linked up to a computer that could play continuous porn or they could show what was going on in any room of the cabin since the computers were connected to cameras in each room of the house. We tossed our things in one of the rooms and kissed each other. As I turned for the door I saw the twins were already naked as they entered the room. I commented that I guessed we were sharing a room. I turned to see Ryan lose the last of his clothing. Like moth’s to the flame I was surrounded by the 3 naked studs and easily lost what little I had I was wearing. Ryan then said, now let’s get things ready for Steve and out guest. I followed them downstairs and watched as the twins pulled a large canvas bag from the closet. Ryan asked me to help with a trunk that was next to the bad. I was memorized when the trunk was opened. It was filled with all kinds of toys, ropes, and restraints. As I helped Ryan setup the trunk I noticed the twins were assembling a sling in the center of the room. Once everything was set we then set about preparing the favors for the party. We each took Viagra as points were set out. We then set about preparing points for ourselves for the weekend. Mike asked me how much I like to do when I slam. I told him that I’ve only slammed on two occasions. The first time was when I first met Ryan and the second time was last night. Marc snickered and said that he knew how much I did my first time and then asked how much I did last night. I told him a lot less. I was preparing my slams to be able to top some tonight and maybe later I’ll do some that will leave me a total bottom. That brought a big grin to both Mike and Marc. We were all set and I was itching to do my slam, but we had to wait for Steve and the guest of honor. We didn’t have to wait long. We were all on the bed as we heard a car pull up outside. A few moments later the door flew open and I saw a very good looking daddy type walk in followed by a guy about my age. As I looked closer I recognized the kid as a guy from my high school, Colt. He was a year behind me at my high school and the starting quarterback on the football team. We made eye contact and you would have thought he was going to die. I was introduced to Steve and he commented to Ryan what a great catch I appeared to be. Ryan let Steve know the night was over that I’d surprise him. I was asked to show Colt around and help him get himself settled in the master bedroom. Colt followed me upstairs as I described the place and showed him the master bedroom. We then had a chance to chat. I learned that his father had held him back a year before he started kindergarten to give him a chance to mature for football. I asked him about his girlfriend, I thought he was dating a cheerleader and, according to the gossip at school, had been banging her since they started dating. He told me that they had decided to wait until after high school. That was his way out of having to explain to her that he gay. I smiled at Colt and told him that it was going to be ok. Knowing Ryan like I do, this was going to be a fun weekend. Colt then asked me if I was poz. I told him with a smile that as of a couple weeks ago. He then asked me if they brought me up here. I told him that Ryan was my HIV father, or as we were calling it, he is my HIV big brother. Colt then asked if I partied with Ryan. I told that I did and let him know that it will be fine. I could tell that Colt was a little nervous and let him know to just relax and let whatever happen, happen. I knew the others were waiting for us downstairs and suggested that Colt lose the clothes. Colt shucked his shorts and t-shirt. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and we headed down to the others. Porn was playing on the TV’s, Steve was already naked and Colt was then introduced to the others and Steve came over to ask me a favor, since I was newly poz my viral load would be the highest among the group. He asked me if I would prepare his slam exactly like Ryan had prepared for me. He then let me know that if I ever needed a job to just let Ryan know and I could work for him. I later learned that these guys considered themselves a family. Steve first ‘knocked up’ Ryan and then the twins joined them very much in a similar way as Colt was about to join the family. I felt a little left out when Ryan assured me that I was as much a member of the family as any of them. Steve looked at Colt and told him, ready or not it’s time. The twins secured in the sling as I prepared his slam (with Steve and Ryan’s guidance). I was given a large amount of Tina and mixed it in the syringe with just enough water to dissolve the drug. Then I placed a tourniquet on my arm, hit the vein and drew back an ample amount of blood. I was so tempted to empty the barrel but figured my day would come later in the weekend. I walked over to Colt, leaned in and gave him a kiss and described what was about to happen. He shook his head that he was ready and I told him ready or not as I placed the tourniquet on his massive left bicep and stuck the needle in prominent vein. Colt watched as I registered a flash of blood in the red tinged slam and then slowly emptied the contents and I kissed him one more time before I pulled the tourniquet off. Colt coughed out 3 times and began to breathe really fast. I leaned in and kissed him again to help him relax as Steve began to fuck my schoolmate. I turned to see the twins doing their slams as Ryan brought over mine. We both looked at each other and smiled. I thanked him for showing me this world and my true self and we both prepped for the slam. Then Ryan got an idea, he suggested that we do each other’s slam at the same time and pull off the tourniquets together. I smiled and agreed. We fixed each other’s tourniquets, administered the slams and kissed as we pulled the tourniquets simultaneously. Our actions received a hoot and holler from the twins. Colt was lost in the haze of the drugs as Steve was fucking into him slowly. I was caught by surprise when Marc began to rim me and could tell that Mike was doing the same to Ryan by the expression on his face. I reached down to stroke Ryan’s cock as he did the same to mine. I grabbed my man’s cock as he shot his small wad of cum into my hand. As he stroke mine I felt a quick drip from my own cock. I pulled my hand to my mouth and licked it clean as Ryan did the same. Ryan looked into my eyes and told me that he knew that I’d eventually cum with my slam as I felt the rush of the drug hit my prostate. As I licked my hand clean, Ryan did the same. We then kissed and shared the cum in our mouths as the twins worked their tongues in deeper. I needed Ryan inside me right then and there. We broke away from the twins and made our way to the bed. I lay down and pulled Ryan on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his muscular body and pulled him into me. His hard cock found its home with Mike’s assistance and Marc fed me his cock. The twins had a similar build, 5’10”, 150 pounds of solid muscle, short blond hair and blue eyes that a man could get lost in easily. As Ryan began to fuck me the twins lay next to us and began to fuck along side. I looked up at Ryan as he leaned in to kiss me. Ryan then lowered his head next to my ear (away from the twins) and whispered to me that he was glad that I chose to let him take my virginity. I looked back up at him and let him know I was very happy that he was the one I chose as well. I wasn’t really prepared for what he said next, Ryan told me that he was falling for me and hoped that after I graduated that I would take Steve up on his offer and go to work for the company. Then I could move in with him and we can get a nice one bedroom apartment. I smiled up at him and simply said yes. I knew my father would not accept this decision. Even more disturbing to the conservative prick, he would never accept me if I came out to him. As we lay there with Ryan deep inside me I was wondering how Colt was doing. One of the twins grabbed a remote and click, suddenly we could see the action on the TV across from the bed. It was apparent that Colt was out of it as Steve began to fuck him harder. Suddenly we heard a grown and growl from Steve as he unloaded his load inside the newbie. Steve yelled out that it was Ryan’s turn to fuck Colt, but it was too late, he was just filling my ass with his own load. Ryan pulled out of me and I checked on my buddy in the sling. I asked Colt how he was doing and he replied that he felt fantastic. Steve finished up and pulled out of Colt and Ryan told me to take his turn. I learned the rules of the family were that any new piece of ass was fucked by members in order of seniority and I since I was last one to join I was supposed to be the last one to fuck Colt. The only exception was if a member chose to give his turn to someone else. I stepped up between Colt’s spread legs. I got down and rimmed his seeded hole while Colt asked if his arms could be free from the restraints. Steve said that since I was the one who was about to fuck the new piece of ass it was my decision. I paused from rimming Colt’s delicious ass to simply say free from the restraints. As I worked my tongue into Colt’s hole he began to moan. As I came up I licked his limp dick to tease him. I looked into his eyes as I slid my hard cock inside his slick ass. I wanted this fuck to last and with Ryan’s coaching I did just that. After a good 30 minutes I had to slow down several times to hold off cumming. When I did this I leaned in and kissed Colt as Steve was being serviced by the twins. Eventually the twins were in doggy position on the bed as Steve would fuck one for a while then switch to the other twin to fuck. Ryan was kneeling before the twins getting his cock serviced as they got fucked. He looked over at me at saw me working on Colt like a pro. He left the twins and came over to the sling. Ryan came up behind me and as I was kissing Colt slid his cock in my ass. When I stood up Ryan told me it was time to sperm his ass and all I needed to do was fuck myself back on his cock, then fuck into Colt. I rocked back onto the magnificent cock I was beginning to desire more and more. I could feel the cock inside me pushing on my prostate and as I slid into Colt the sensation was incredible. It wasn’t long before I began to call out that I was cumming. As I finished up and pulled out of Colt, Ryan pulled out of me and slid right into Colt’s well spermed ass. The sensation between my hole and Colt’s had Ryan adding his load along with the ones already in there. As I recovered I saw Marc make his way over to take my man’s place. He added his load followed by his brother’s. As the twin’s took their turns with Colt it was Steve’s turn to fuck me. He must have had the largest cock of them all because when he slid in I could definitely feel the difference. Steve had me on my back as he began to fuck me. I looked up as him and asked him to quit be gentle and fuck me like a man is supposed to fuck a boy. Steve began to pound at my hole. I had my legs back so he was hitting me in the right place. I kept my ass working and Steve leaned in to kiss me. When he finished kissing me he came up and told Ryan that he was right, he was impressed with my abilities. Ryan commented that he taught me well. I was impressed with Steve’s stamina as he fucked me. There were times that I felt his cock get bigger and harder where I thought he was about to cum only to have him keep going. Then it happened, I felt the tingle in my balls and started to cum very hard. My cum splashed out all over my chest, stomach and it even hit my chin. When Steve was done Ryan leaned in to lick the cum from my body as Steve told him that I was a keeper. He looked down at me and told me that I was going to work for him sooner or later so I might as well accept the offer. The sex continued into the next morning and as the sun came up we made breakfast and planned to lay out by the lake and get some sun.