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Part 3 As he pushed it in I felt nothing- That surprised me. In the videos there always seemed to be such a strong- And then it hit me. The Rush. It was like everything I'd heard and seen and like nothing I've ever felt. I was someone new. Free. I felt myself coughing as it hit me and then felt a tsunami of horniness envelop my being. "Good, huh?" he said. "Fuck yes. I...Holy fuck..." "Lay back baby and enjoy the rush. I'll be there in a minute" he said strapping his arm and bringing his point out. "Can I..." "You wanna watch?" "Yes, please. Yes, sir" "Oh wow. we're gonna have fun. You are a little piggy boy. I had a feeling about you- I knew that freak was in there. You just needed a little encouragement. Yes, pig. come over here and watch me." I came next to him and watched as he prepped. Once the needle was in his arm he looked at me. and then the flash. I let out an involuntary groan as his blood filled the syringe. and then it disappeared into his arm. As the rush hit him I lay back unable to control the heat taking over my body. I had to get naked now. I peeled off my pants so I was just in my briefs. I had chosen this outfit for work, not sex. Blue briefs were economic for working, not as sexy as a jockstrap would have been. So i pulled them off right away and started to touch myself. "I'm so fucking horny. This feels so amazing. Thank you, thank you for introducing me to this." He leaned in and kissed me. Then got up and stripped as well. While he stripped I touched myself all over, never satisfied, always needing more. always so turned on. He dimmed the lights and put porn on a laptop. He was wearing black bikini briefs. Much sexier. Without taking them off he lay next to me and we made out. I felt his tongue begging for entrance into my mouth and I let him in. We made out for what felt like seconds but also years. Time was different as a concept now. "One last thing- I only fuck bareback." "perfect" "and I'm poz. is that going to be an issue" A dull red flag raised in the back of my mind every sex ed class and every moment of my life till now screamed in the back of my head "yes, it's an issue. that's not alright" but I wanted him. needed him. That dull voice was drown out by my guttural instant response of "No, I want you. all of you" End part 3

PART TWO Entering the back room, Robert walked around the glory holes and looked in the private rooms for a couple of minutes, but didn't really see anyone. He continued to the main lounge with the big couches and TV screen that had porn movies regularly playing. As he entered this part of the room, he noticed a fairly athletic looking well built black guy, who was gently stroking a nice cock, which would have been at least 6-1/2 to 7 inches, and reasonably girthy, and uncircumcised. The black guy looked up, with the slightest of smiles, said "Come here and suck my cock, slut!" Something about his demeanor and his confidence pretty much instantly had turned Robert on beyond all logic and reason. This guy wasn't a D&G model or anything, but still handsome enough, but... with his attitude, he was downright HOT. He exuded sexuality out of every pore, and this made Robert feel tingly and physically hot, making his heart race in his chest. Robert headed straight to him and knelt down between the guy's legs, and began to take the cock between his lips, doing his best to pleasure this man, while enjoying the smells and tastes and feel of this man's cock in his mouth. "Deeper", growled the man, grabbing Robert's head by the hair, commanding control, and pushing him farther down his shaft, down and down, until Robert started gagging. "That's it, take my rock hard cock in your throat, you whore. You like that, don't you?" He asked, letting go of Robert's head, as Robert came back up the shaft and released the guy's cock from his mouth, gasping for air and drooling slightly, with his eyes watering. SLAP!!! The black guy struck Robert across the face with an open hand, stinging his face. Robert was feeling quite shocked by this, his face sore, his heart racing as fast as his mind was, and his own cock was now straining against the fabric of his new jock strap and leaking pre-cum. Robert had never felt this horny before. "I asked you a question, bitch." SLAP!! The man smacked Robert's ass. Robert let out a loud moan. "Fucking answer me! You like this, don't you? You love Daddy's cock in your throat, you little slut". Overwhelmed, Robert answered "Yes, daddy". "About fucking time, cunt." The man answered. "You'll learn. Now, get your mouth on that cock and raise your legs so you're bent over and I can get to your ass." Robert was obedient and did as he was told, and this stud began to lick his fingers and rub them against Robert's hole, and pushing them in, getting some kitten-like purrs and gentle moans from Robert, who was really liking the attention. This man had a dominant aura, and he was using Robert like a cheap back alley whore, and Robert was getting more and more used to the idea. The man produced a small brown bottle of liquid, and held it to Robert's nostril. "Take some deep breaths in", said the man. Robert took about three deep breaths, and felt a massive rush of warmth and relaxation permeate his body, as he suddenly felt massively horny, and naturally let the lust take over and began sucking the cock in earnest, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The man grabbed Robert's head again with one hand, and forced him down his shaft, but this time, Robert managed to get almost all the way down without gagging. He was so into it that he barely noticed the guy shoving his fingers into Robert's hole forcefully and stretching him open.

Part 30 - Race To Christmas The limousine pulled up to the clifftop house just outside Laguna Beach, it's position offering sweeping views across the small community of Laguna and the soft sands and surf of the beach front. Ben stood there and looked across the dreamy views and thinking how wonderful it must be waking up to this view every morning. Mark came round the limousine and put his arm around Ben, he could sense some trepidation in his manner. Mark looked Ben in the eye who just nodded to signify he was ready, Ben never imagined seeing his father like this was going to be so strange. Heike walked out on to the terrace to where Rob was sat waiting, he had been anxious for several days after all talking with someone on the phone then seeing them in the flesh for what must seem like an age was playing heavily on him. Would Ben still like him and did he even really know his son any more? Six years had been long and painful but it was the only way he could split from Margarite without being taken to the cleaners by her and demanding the 50 50 split. But on the flip side if he hadn't agreed he would never have moved to LA and met Heike or started his own business with her support, the fruits of which allowed them to live a really comfortable life. After all Margarite fell pregnant with Steven's child whilst he was still married but their love had dwindled for each other, Heike put her hand on Rob's shoulder. "I'm sure everything will be alright, what is playing on your mind Rob?" She asked rubbing his shoulder. Rob stared out to sea "I never thought he would turn out to be gay Heike" he replied. She stopped rubbing his shoulder "That's not what is bothering you" she said. "It's just he is 19 and now getting married to a guy it is so unexpected" Rob replied turning his head towards her. Heike picked up the magazine off the table and handed it to Rob "That is him". Rob looked at the picture of Mark Davenport with his family "Wait he is marrying a Davenport?". "Yes, there are pictures on line of Ban and Mark from last night" Heike said fetching her laptop. Rob took the laptop and looked running his finger over Ben's picture "He does look somewhat scared". Heike laughed "Apparently Mark keeps a very low profile out east". Rob looked at her inquisitively "So you mean Ben probably didn't know who he was?". "That's my guess. But you can see the love in the picture Rob, just keep an open mind" she said kissing him. Rob heard a car pulling up to the front of the house and nervously looked at Heike as they both stood up and wandered through the house. The soft chimes rang out as Ben pressed the button, he ad a sense of role reversal from some six years ago as he watched his father on the door step walk away, he couldn't tell if he was now feeling some resentment towards him or just nerves. The door opened and Ben watched as the face of his father and Heike appeared as the door opening grew wider, 'Ben' Rob said looking at young man now standing in front of him. Ben looked back at his father 'Dad' he said quietly as the first tear drop escaped from his eyes, his legs carried him forward into the arms of his father breaking down and sobbing as six years of lost love surfaced and released themselves from his body. Rob hugged Ben tightly with tears running down his face, he couldn't believe how much Ben could have grown and changed. Heike patted Rob on the shoulder and walked past them towards Mark. "Hello Mark, I'm Heike" she said giving him a hug. "Heike, so good to meet you" he replied "Shall we go for a walk and leave them for a moment" he suggested. Heike nodded "Yes, Rob has been on edge for several days now". Ben's emotions flowed over and over and he couldn't stop welling up and crying sitting with his father talking whilst Mark and Heike strolled along the beach leaving them to catch up. Rob spent a good deal of time going through in more detail about the divorce so how Steven would often put the block on him visiting sin he had to relinquish custody, a burden he had to shoulder in order to get the divorce over with quickly. Ben listened and told him he did not hold a grudge and that he was happy to be back in his father's life. When Heike and Mark returned Ben offered to help Heike prepare dinner so that Rob and Mark could get to know each other. As they sat on the terrace overlooking Laguna and eating dinner they talked about how Mark and Ben had met and discussed the upcoming wedding, Ben knew that if his mother came to the wedding it would be the first time his parents would be together but he needed to have his mother and father at the wedding. Ben listened to how his father had built up his successful retail business and that Heike was an interior designer much in demand around Orange County. Mark admired the modern and stylish interior of their home where everything seemed to fit to perfection, he joked that if they ever moved to the west coast she would be the person to style their home. Ben laughed but also a strange deja-vous feeling came across him that the joke would not end up being a joke, inside he actually quite liked the idea of living in California. To quickly the evening was over and they stood outside the front of the house saying their goodbyes as Ben and Mark climbed in to the limo and Jackson drove them back to Liongate. Mark turned to Ben "I like your father and step mom, Heike is quite a lady when we were out walking". Ben nodded "Did she say anything about my mother and step dad?" he asked. Mark held his hand "Not a lot, just mostly how it tore your father apart when he couldn't see you". Ben rested his head back in the seat "I never really understood how emotionally attached I am to my father". "It shows great strength of bond ship, that's what makes you so perfect in my eyes" Mark said squeezing his hand. Ben looked at him "So happy though, and he is happy for us and he likes you" he said smiling. Mark leaned over and kissed Ben "Heike is nice, maybe we will get her over to Larchmont to do our house". Ben smiled "As long as my father comes as well". Their few days remaining in LA seemed to go by in a flash, the days they spent sunbathing and going to the beach. It was becoming a fairly common practice to be recognised around Bel Air as anyone who is anyone kept up to date with the gossip, even when Ben was coming out of the sea alone a stranger walking past recognised him and congratulated him on his engagement. He still found it strange a little but was slowly getting use to it and often people would want to stop and casually talk as if they were life long friends, something that rarely happened out east since everyone was in a hurry. Their last evening they sat in the lounge with David whilst Maddy was checking emails before coming back to join them. "David we really need to get this assistant and PR sorted out we have over 50 emails" Maddy said joining them in the lounge. David nodded "We will" he replied noticing Ben looking strangely "Our last one left for a film star". "It's what they do here sniff around for the next good job, mind you she was useless" Maddy informed Ben. David nodded "A few of us in the East Gate compound have talked about forming a company to do our PR things but nothing has happened yet". Mark stood up "Well we have an early flight in the morning guys, come on Ben". Mark and Ben left for bed and some baseball cap time, Ben's head was still buzzing with everything going on as Maddy and David spent much of the time with Ben and Mark as they wanted Ben to fit in like family and not be afraid of the trappings life would now afford him. As they left for the airport in the airlines limousine nearly all the planning was complete partly due to Mark and Ben just agreeing and loving what the planners suggested, but they trusted Maddy to make the right choices as well whilst they went back home. Mark sat looking at Ben on the flight who seemed a little down "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?". Ben looked at Mark "Nothing wrong, it just feels sad to leave I had such a great time" he replied. "We can come here as much as you want Ben" Mark said looking at him. Ben tried to assess what Mark was thinking "You want to move back LA?" he asked. Mark took his hand "I miss the climate but I would only move here if I knew you really wanted to". Ben smiled "I don't know Mark, I want to enjoy life with you and our friends". Mark kissed him on the head "Ben if you ever want to move to LA you only have to ask" he said. The rest of the flight they both slept and behind his appearance Mark was the happiest he had ever been, knowing that his parents completely loved Ben was the biggest present he ever could have wanted. It took a while but Ben did seem to adjust and be comfortable at Liongate, after his initial shyness around the servants he soon joked and laughed with them and Pedro just loved having them both in the house bringing back that naughty element that Mark and Pedro use to get up years ago. Tired and exhausted from their trip they finally walked in to their home just as it was getting dark. A cold wind was blowing and the threat of a snow storm was looming, whenever a snow storm was mentioned they would both look at each other and laugh fondly remembering the night in the Chatwell Hotel. Ben still had a few days off before he was going to start work with Angelo and Mark whilst continuing with his education. The following morning Mark was showered and ready for work walking back in to the bedroom he looked at Ben who was dozing on and off. "What are you doing today?" He asked Ben. Ben turned over on to his back "Meeting Ethan he wants to hear about LA". Mark leaned over and kissed him "Don't forget we have dinner at theirs tonight". Ben smiled and looked at him "Why do you work, you know having what you have?". Mark stroked the side of Ben's face "Keeps me occupied and I can keep an eye on Angelo". Ben laughed "Will you keep me occupied as well when I start?". Mark moved Ben's hand away from his groin "Stop it otherwise I will be late". Ben leaned up and kissed him "I'm horny". Mark laughed "I will but the baseball cap on tonight after dinner" he said winking at Ben. Ben giggled he really did love Mark's jock look and he knew that meant he would get a good pasting in bed tonight for several hours. They kissed several more times before Mark left for work and Ben slept for another few hours before eventually getting up, he showered and wondered over to meet Ethan. They cobbled a breakfast together and sat chatting for several hours mostly about LA. Ethan was excited listening to Ben "So tell me about this house what was it Liongate?" he asked. Ben nodded "It's massive Ethan, I've never seen anything like it, so big, so many rooms". Ethan smiled "You seem to be quite taken by it from what you have said". he replied. "It was nice and relaxing and his parents were so kind to me" Ben said eating toast. Ethan looked at him "Are you going to move there?" he asked. Ben shrugged his shoulders "I don't know Ethan, Mark seemed so happy to be there plus it is close to my father". "You miss him?" Ethan asked. Ben nodded "I never thought about it that much but seeing him made me realise how much I still love him". Ethan sat pensive for a moment "You have to do what is right Ben, LA would mean an amazing life". "I know but it's not about what we can have, it's what I want and that's Mark wherever it will be" Ben said. Ethan came around and kissed Ben on the mouth several times "I would miss you if you did, I feel like we have a much closer friendship now". "I've always loved you Elfy and you still hold a special place in my heart" Ben replied looking in to Ethan's eyes. Ethan started clearing things away "I think our lives would have been very different Ben, anyway it's only a plane hop away". Ben laughed "Six hours away is a long way, anyway I don't know what I would do out there". Ethan chuckled "Just be loved and spoilt rotten that's what I would do". "Sounds awful when you put it like that. What if I get bored?" Ben said amusingly. "You bored!" Ethan laughed "Just travel that will keep you busy" he continued laughing. Ben laughed with him "Nah, I don't want to live like that, I told Mark he has to the house here". Ethan looked seriously at him "You have?". "Yes, I like Larchmont, it has you all here and it is how I want to live, simple but loving" Ben said reflectively. Ethan shook his head "You are so messed up Ben" he responded laughing. Ben stood up "Come on let's go for a stroll in to town and get a coffee". They grabbed their coats and walked out on the street as a few snowflakes gently fell around them, turning the street they walked through the public gardens leading up to town and spotting a lone figure sat on a bench hunched over as if trying to keep warm. As they got closer the person looked up and they were both surprised to see it was Josh. "Josh" Ben called "what are you doing sat here in the cold?" he asked. Josh nodded "Hi" he responded in a sombre voice. Ben sat down next to him "Still hurting?" he asked. Ethan sat down the other side of Josh as he nodded "Josh you really have to forget about him". Josh looked at Ethan "I know, but it goes way deeper than I thought, I know I can't have him" he responded. Ben patted his knee "Come and have a coffee with us and get out of the cold for a while". They stood up and walked in to town and the Grounded Bean coffee shop which was their favourite little coffee shop run by a gay couple Eric and Morley, as they stepped inside they saw it was busier than usual probably down to the cold blast battering the east coast. Morley was running around serving and Eric was playing barista, they all knew each other by name but that was pretty much it, he waved to signify he had seen them coming in but strangely he stood and smiled for a moment then carried on serving. Morley went behind the counter and spoke to Eric who looked over and the 3 lads briefly and nodded before turning his back but obviously talking to Morley. Josh plonked himself down on a seat and took his coat off followed by Ethan and Ben. "Thanks guys" Josh said with a feeble attempt at a smile. Ethan leaned on the table "You are our friend Josh, we look out for each other" he said. Ben nodded "Absolutely and we are hear to listen if you want to talk". Ethan saw Josh smile "I wonder what those two were gossiping about" Ethan said nodding in Eric's direction. "Probably got the hots for us" Josh remarked causing them all to laugh. Morley came up to the table "Hello boys, What will it be?" he asked focusing his attention on Ben. "Three lattes please Morley" Ethan responded noticing the look he was giving Ben. "Oh, right sorry three lattes" Morley repeated "And how are things Ben?" he asked. Ben didn't know what to make of the question "Err okay" he replied furrowing his eyebrows. Morley nodded "Your boyfriend not with you today?" he asked. Ben shook his head "No he is at work" he said. Morley smiled "He works?" he asked looking shocked "I wouldn't have thought he needed to". "Oh" Ben said suddenly understanding that they must know about Mark "Keeps him busy" he said. "Hmmm" Morley replied "There was two people here looking for you about an hour ago". Ben looked at Morley "For me, who where they?" he asked. "Reporter and photographer, they were asking all sorts of questions about if we knew you" Morley said. Ben looked at Ethan and Josh "Mark said this might happen" he said to them as Morley went to get the coffees. Morley put the drinks down "Don't worry we told them we didn't know or saw you around here". Ben breathed a sigh of relief "Thanks Morley". "It will only buy you a little time, they will be back I expect" Morley said and left them to serve other customers. Josh scratched his head "Did I miss something?" he asked looking at them both. Ben went and got the pile of magazines on the table by the door and found the article and photos and showed Josh, this cheered him up immensely making fun of Ben in his dinner suit. Coffees finished they put their coats on and headed outside in to the cold air, the clouds where looming darker and snow was falling steadily. They decided to go back to Ben's for the afternoon and that way he would be off the streets and hopefully not recognised. He found it all a bit weird but funny at the same time, Josh swapped hats with Ben which covered most of his face making him more discreet. Thankfully the snow was coming down heavier and most cars and people had cleared the streets by the time they reached Ben's place. Josh took his coat off and joined Ben and Ethan in the kitchen making hot chocolate. "So have you moved in now?" Josh asked Ben as he sat down. Ben nodded "Pretty much so I have a few things still to collect from home". "Your both so lucky" Josh said "and tell me what was his house like in LA?" he asked. Ben laughed "Well this place has 4 bedrooms in LA they had 11 guest bedrooms". "Get out" Josh laughed "that many, it must be a palace" he remarked. "Almost, anyway you will be staying there, that is if you come to our wedding" Ben said looking at him. Josh looked down "I doubt I can afford it unless my parents cough up, wages at the shop don't pay well". Ben looked at Ethan than back at Josh "Nonsense your coming and you will spend Christmas with us there". Josh looked embarrassed "I can't let you do that, I will find a way". Ben stood his ground "No let me sort it out for you, write your full name down" he pushed a piece of paper in front of Josh. Josh wrote his name down then looked up "Will Franco be coming?" he asked looking sheepish. "I don't know, he said he would try but can't confirm yet" Ben replied. Ethan sat next to Josh "Anyway you have to come" he said then looking to Ben "make sure he is on our flight". Ben had a quick conversation with Mark whilst they sat in the kitchen where he told Ben the dinner plans have changed to be at theirs to avoid him going out and getting spotted. Ten minutes later Mark called back and told them Josh was booked on the same flight as Ethan and Angelo and the car will pick him up 5am on the 24th December before picking the other two up. Josh was more like his old self at hearing the news since he had never been to LA or California. Mark also booked the flights for Ben's mother and step father as Ben had to relent over inviting his step father at Mark's persistence. Ethan refilled the cups with more hot chocolate "I guess we have to buy presents". "Why is that?" Josh asked looking at Ethan. "We are spending Christmas all together" Ethan said "Nothing serious just fun presents". Ben chuckled "Yeah we should, all of us as a group have our own little Christmas". Josh smiled "Sounds great, hope I can find me some muscled beach bum to shag whilst there". Ben and Ethan cracked up laughing "You might like Pedro" Ben said without thinking if he was gay. "Pedro?" Josh asked sitting up in his chair just as the door bell rang. Ben looked at them both "Who is out in this weather" he stopped "Ethan will you answer it" he asked. Ethan nodded "Yes of course, stay in the kitchen" he said as he walked through to the entrance hall. Josh called out "If they are sexy bring them in I need to sex them" he laughed. Ethan opened the door on the security chain "Hello" he said staring at the attractive guy covered in snow. "Hi, sorry to bother you but is Benjamin Midler-Warren at home?" Bobby asked. Ethan somewhat mesmerized by him paused for a moment "Sorry Benjamin who?". "Midler-Warren" Bobby repeated. "I'm sorry I think you have the wrong house this is my families home" Ethan replied. Bobby looked at Ethan "Are you his brother?" he asked. Ethan couldn't stop looking at his eyes "No, my half brother is here but not called Ben". "Are you sure, you just called him Ben not Benjamin?" Bobby asked trying to look around Ethan inside. Ethan could have kicked the door at his slip up "If you don't leave I will call the police" he said. "Sorry I am just trying to do a piece on him, I knew this was a stupid story to take on" Bobby said. Ethan was beginning to loose patience "Anyway who the hell are you dude?". Bobby shuffled in his pocket and handed Ethan a card "I'm Bobby from Out magazine". Ethan tried not to sound as if he heard about it "What is that?". Bobby smiled "A magazine and you know what type it is" he winked at Ethan. Josh came in to entrance hall "Close the door Elf it's getting cold in the house". Ethan nearly burst out laughing "That is my half brother Harry" it was the first name he could think of. "Whose at the door anyway" Josh called out and making himself visible to Bobby. Ethan shrugged his shoulders "Dunno some guy whose looking for a Midler-Warren dude". "Tell them to go away and close the door Elf" Josh said as he caught a glimpse of Bobby. It was only a glimpse but it was long enough for Bobby to smile at him, Ethan watched Bobby who just stood there and looked past him to Josh. Ethan had already guessed that Bobby was probably gay but the look between them confirmed what he thought. Bobby returned his gaze to Ethan "Well if you do happen to see Harry, sorry Benjamin give him my card". Ethan watched as Bobby walked down the path "He has gone" he called out closing the door. Josh stood there "Did you see him, oh such a dream boat" he said drifting away with the fairies. Ben stood there "Your like a sex maniac Josh". Ethan handed Josh the card "I think he wants you to call him Josh". "This is so awkward" Ben said giggling. Ben looked at the card "Out magazine, blimey that's the gay magazine and they found where I live". Josh handed Ben the card "Either luck or he knew what he is doing". Ethan was looking out the window "I don't think he does he is looking at the other houses". Ben sent a text to Mark telling him about the guy and he got a response back saying hold fire before he got a second text a few minutes later telling him that Maddy had only agreed a wedding exclusive with the magazine. Ben called Mark to ask if he should speak to this guy and get him to arrange a proper paid interview, Mark laughed down the phone at the suggestion and telling Ben he was a chip off his mothers block but said yes they could do one but he must promise never to talk about Liongate as it was a private home, before he hung up he said they were leaving early due to the snow fall and would be home in half an hour. Ben looked them both "Do I call him?". Josh looked at Ben "What did Mark say?". "He said I could invite him over as they are on their way home" Ben said looking between them. Ethan turned facing away from the window "It's trusting him though, he is a journalist". Ben handed the card to Josh "You call him I will in to the office off the kitchen when he arrives". Josh took the card "Are you absolutely sure Ben?". Ben nodded "Yes" he replied as Ethan turned watching Bobby across the street and reaching in to his pocket. "Hi Bobby it is Jo.. Harry here" Josh said stamping his feet at the mistake. Bobby laughed down the phone "Hello Harry or whoever you are" he said, Ethan watched Bobby looking at the house. "Why you still on the street?" Josh asked. Bobby paused for a moment "You tell me Harry, why do you think I am here?" he asked. Josh walked around the lounge "Are you gay as you work for that magazine?". Ben sat on the stairs laughing "Josh you are so discreet". Bobby laughed "Why do you want to know Harry?" he asked as silence fell "Do you want to fuck?". Josh chuckled "Erm no I don't think so, well not just yet anyway" he replied trying to play it cool. "Sorry had to get it out there" Bobby said light-heartedly. Josh sat on the sofa "Do you want to come up to the house and dry off?". Bobby sighed "Looks like a bad lead anyway on this guy so yes if you don't mind". Ethan smiled at Josh "He is quite stunning Josh from what I saw of his face". Ben hid in the office off the kitchen, Josh waited until he closed the office door and opened the front door and invited Bobby in. He stood just under six feet tall his face adorned by a closely cropped beard giving him an otter like appearance, Josh took his coat and hung it up in the closet and waited as he took his hat off. His black hair was ruffled but fairly short and Josh could now see he was definitely around Mark's age, but it was his blue eyes that really sparkled and contrasted against his black hair and beard. Josh invited him through to the kitchen watching what looked like a lean torso with unmistakable muscle definition under his jumper. Bobby looked Josh and gave him a very bewitching smile that almost made Josh fall over from sheer lust. Bobby followed Josh "So is it really Harry or something else". he asked as Josh pointed to a seat. Josh was captivated by him "Yeah my name is Joshua but most people call me Josh" he said. "I like that better than Harry, what about Elf here" he nodded to Ethan. Ethan laughed "People call me Elfy or Ethy" he said watching him closely. "Would you like a hot chocolate Bobby?" Josh asked grabbing a mug. Bobby looked at Josh "Yes thank you it is very kind of you to invite me in" he said watching Josh go red. "So Bobby what is it you are doing, I mean looking for this guy?" Ethan asking to get back on track. Bobby turned to him "Oh so my boss gave me the job to find him get some pictures and write an article". Ethan nodded "So who is he, someone famous?" he asked. "Well sort of, he is going to marry Mark Davenport, quite a well known socialite family from LA" Bobby replied. "So why are you looking around here?" Josh asked pouring hot water in to the mug. Bobby sighed quietly watching Josh "Well someone in town said he had just moved on to this street". "People on this street are quite private" Ethan said in response "So are you going from house to house?". Bobby nodded "I tried a couple and one said there was some young gay guys moved in here". "Here you go" Josh put the hot chocolate on the table making eye contact with each other. Bobby smiled "Thanks Josh" he said "But I can see it is you two that moved in here". "Sorry were not the one your looking for" Josh said sitting down fixated on Bobby. "That's okay, my boss says I have no umph or push for this journalist job" Bobby said disheartened. He continued "I always wanted to write for Out magazine and was freelance before but it didn't pay, then I landed this job and got a couple of good articles early on this year but nothing of interest since. I know the editor doesn't like me so he sent me on this job as a final chance knowing full well it will be my downfall". Ethan looked at Josh "That's not a very nice thing to do" he said. Bobby smiled "Unfortunately that is journalism, well my short foray in to it by the looks of it". Ben was texting to Mark telling him everything that was going on and how sexy looking this guy was and that Josh seemed quite interested in him. Mark suddenly remembered that his parents had lost their PA who did all their press bits and pieces and diaries. He sent a suggestion back to Ben to pass on to Ethan. Annoyingly Ethan's phone kept pinging and he apologised and read through the text messages and what he was being asked to do was very clear. Ben listened again through the door but what he couldn't see was through the silent gaps in the conversation Bobby was clearly eyeing Josh up. "Are you seeing anyone Josh?" Bobby suddenly asked out of the blue. Josh looked at him intently "No I am not in that space". "Oh right" Bobby replied looking intently at him. "He got his heart torn out by a straight Latino" Ethan said joining in the conversation. "Ah, I am sorry to hear that, did he lead you on?" Bobby asked purely out of interest. Josh shook his head "No stupidly I fell for him, we are friends but he has gone to Florida with his family". Ethan spoke up "Anyway finding Josh someone sensible is the current mission". Bobby smiled at Josh "I would probably be to sensible to the point of boring". Josh looked back at Bobby "Somehow I doubt that" he chuckled. Ethan rolled his eyes in grand gesture "So what are you going to do about the job, get fired?". Bobby shook his head "No, I already decided when wandering around that I would quit". Ethan nodded "You should do it, there are plenty of opportunities out there". "Sod it, today can't get any worse" Bobby nervously laughed. He picked his phone and dialled the magazine on speaker and got through to the editor's PA, he asked to speak to editor in chief and after giving his name he came on the phone. The conversation was brief as Bobby told him he quit and the editor who was noticeably annoyed from his voice replied thank god I don't have to fire you and he hung up. Bobby turned the phone in his hand. "Well that was too easy, he really did want me out of the magazine" Bobby said looking down at his phone. "Never mind I have a job interview lined up for you if your interested" Ethan said cryptically. Josh looked at Ethan "What is going on?" he asked. Bobby nodded to Ethan "Whatever it is I will take it" he laughed. Josh sat there "Well?" he asked to Ethan. "Bobby there is just one other thing that we need to come clean about and clear up" Ethan said looking at Bobby. Bobby looked curiously at Ethan "Please don't tell me you two are a couple?". Ethan chuckled "No but there is someone you have been looking for and wanting to meet" the door opened "this is Benjamin Midler-Warren". Bobby looked at Ben then Ethan "What is going on, I just quit my job" he stood up looking around the room annoyed. Ben came round to Bobby "Wait, I have an offer for you please sit down and I will explain". Bobby sat back down looking shocked "I've never been played like this before". Ben sat next to him "You can interview us and sell the story, even to Out magazine if you want". Bobby contemplated for a moment "Interview us you said?" he asked looking more confused. The front door opened as Angelo and Mark arrived and walked in hearing the slight commotion of raised voices coming from the kitchen. Mark smiled at Angelo telling him the boys obviously were having a difficult time with the journalist, so they walked in to the kitchen. Ben nodded "Bobby this is my fiancé Mark Davenport" he said nodding behind Bobby who turned his head. Bobby stumbled to his feet "No way" he said recognising him straight away "wow this is a pleasure, you are indeed him". Mark kept a straight face and held out his hand "Pleased to meet you Bobby and this is Angelo". Angelo shook hands with him eyeing him cautiously "Hello". Ben went to Mark's side "Angelo is Ethan's or Elfy's fiancé". Bobby scratched his head dumbfounded "So who lives here?". Mark laughed "Ben and I live here" he replied putting his arm around Ben's shoulder. "The boys and I will get dinner ready" Angelo said "You staying for dinner?" he asked Bobby. Josh looked at Bobby "That is Angelo's way of inviting you to stay" he said grappling with Angelo. "Bobby and I have to talk in the office" Mark said inviting Bobby to follow him "and you are staying". Mark closed the office door "We need to have a very frank and honest talk Bobby". Bobby nodded "Sorry Mark, I am not quite on your page about what?" he asked a little confused. "A job, quite a high profile one which I will tell you about later but I need you to be honest" Mark replied. Bobby nodded "Okay I have nothing to hide so fire away". Mark smiled "Tell me about any skeletons in your closet?". "One ex boyfriend who is now married and living in Australia, a few one night stands" Bobby said looking at Mark. Mark nodded "Drug use, partying, sorry I need to know everything" he expressed. Bobby nodded "Nothing, I go to some bars in the Village with friends but otherwise clean". Mark nodded "Anything tying you down preventing you from relocating?" he asked. Bobby shook his head "No my family are in Portland Oregon". Mark and Bobby continued their conversation inside the office and Josh was laying the table after Angelo and he finally stopped wrestling around, his eyes every so often would go to the office door wondering what they were talking about for so long as it was nearly an hour since they went inside and was now dark outside. Angelo placed a salad bowl on the table and saw Josh looking at the office door. "Okay Josh?" Angelo asked. Josh continued putting cutlery on the table "Yes I think so, what's going on?". Angelo smiled "I expect Mark is warning him about you". Josh stopped and looked at Angelo "I'm not that bad" he retorted chuckling. Angelo laughed "No about how we would protect you". Josh hugged Angelo "Thanks for making me welcome and looking out for me". Angelo kissed his head "Family Josh. Ethan stood there tapping his foot "When you have finished with by man" he laughed. Josh swaggered over to Ethan "Want to fight for him bitch". Ethan put the glasses on the table and smiled at Josh "Bring it on" he said lunging forward to Josh. Angelo stepped over the two of them rolling around on the floor play fighting making loud noises which caused Mark and Bobby to open the office door and look at them. Bobby smiled laughing "Now that is hot seeing these two fight". Mark put his hand on Bobby's shoulder "Wait till they get to the hicky biting attempts" Bobby watched Josh overpower Ethan with ease "It's quite arousing". Mark laughed "Surprised Ben hasn't jumped in, he is worse than Ethan". Josh had Ethan pinned to the floor "Come on Barbie doll fight back, oh wait you can't" he said laughing. Mark and Bobby went back in to the office and closed the door as he pointed to the two seats at the computer desk. Bobby was nervous as hell as he was about to speak to David and Madeline Davenport, he was still a little in the dark about what he was being interviewed for so he just went with the flow. Josh got Ethan in a bearhug on the floor and was about to attempt the hicky bite, he felt the powerful arms of Angelo lifting him off Ethan 'No you don't' he said laughing and putting Josh on his feet. But Ethan swooped at his chance and began to give Josh a hicky on his calf, Josh struggled but couldn't get his leg free from Ethan's grip and began complaining to Angelo who just stood and laughed until Ethan let go and left Josh with a red mark on his leg. Angelo picked Ethan up and smacked him lightly on the ass telling them both to get on helping. All the dinner preparation was done so they now sat in the kitchen waiting for Mark and Bobby for a further 15 minutes until they finally appeared. Ben sat next to Josh "I forgot to ask how is your college course going did you pass the exam?" he asked Josh nodded "Yes, I'm thinking about maybe getting a job like you have done". Angelo sat down "What computer science did you do Josh?". Josh sipped his coke "Web design and management, I actually found it really easy got 97% on my exam". "Well done there is always lots of jobs for web designers" Angelo replied "I will see if anyone I know needs one". Josh smiled "Really, oh fab thanks Angelo" he said as the office door opened. Mark looked at them both "What's going on?" he asked. "Josh has just passed his college degree in web design" Angelo answered. "Well done Josh" Mark said and came round to give him a kiss "Web design eh". Angelo saw Mark was mulling on something "I know that look" he said. Bobby went round and patted Josh on the shoulder "Well done". Josh tingled at his touch and smiled before saying thank you to him, they all wandered through to the dining room and sat down for dinner which started off as a very noisy affair until everyone started eating, each of the boys talking with animation to Bobby whilst Mark and Angelo watched and chatted amongst themselves. Mark gave Angelo a knowing nod towards Bobby indicating that his idea had gone well with his parents, but more so they were carefully gauging how Josh was interacting with Bobby. To their happiness they could see that Josh had completely changed in a matter of hours as he was more engaged and looked to be finally putting Franco out of his head. When they finally finished eating Angelo and Mark allowed the boys to have a glass of wine. There was something that Josh found intriguing about Bobby as he could hardly take his eyes off him and as it turned out it there was only a 4 year difference between them. Mark tapped his fork on the table "Guys" they all stopped talking and looked at Mark. Ben and Ethan did the same "Guys" they sat giggling to each other. "Very funny" Mark said "Ben I have two words for you... Baseball Cap". Ethan looked at Mark then Ben "What does that mean?" Ben laughed "Means he is going to wear a baseball cap and jock strap tonight". "Get a picture I want to see it" Josh said "I bet he is as hot as fuck dressed like that". "Josh!" Mark said looking shocked but chuckling "Well Ben likes it and what it means" Bobby sat laughing then Josh looked at him "No way" Bobby said. Ethan sat with his arms folded looking sternly at Angelo "What's that look for?" Angelo said. Ethan "You got one as well?" he said trying to stifle his laugh. Angelo tutted and shook his head "Mi madre" he said "Yes I do" he laughed. Ethan laughed "Looks like we are all getting baseball capped tonight". "I'm not" Josh said with a funny sad look on his face. Bobby looked at him "Is that an invitation then?" he asked feeling comfortable enough to join in. Mark chuckled "I got a spare one upstairs but only if I get to see you wear it" he said to Bobby. "Oi" Ben stood up "We all get to see him wear it" followed with laughter from everyone. Bobby smiled shaking his head "Where is it then?" he suddenly blurted out. Mark shouted "Come on this is getting out of hand, it's like having kids" he said looking at Bobby and Angelo. "Spoil sport" Ben remarked winking at Mark who smiled back. "Anyway, Bobby has accepted a job with my parents in LA" Mark announced to the group. Josh nodded but the smile had left his face "Oh that's what all the talking was about". Mark stood "Just one thing left" he looked at Bobby "Lets get you in a jock strap for the boys". Bobby shrugged his shoulders "Come on then". The boys sat excitedly on the bed waiting for Angelo and Mark and Bobby who went in to the bathroom to change, Mark gave Bobby and Angelo each a jock strap and baseball cap. Outside the boys undressed down to their underwear so not to make the others feel uncomfortable. Ben kissed Josh then Ethan and Ethan kissed Josh and they laid down on the bed waiting for the show to begin. Angelo held it up "Hell Mark, only for you would I do this" he said. Mark chuckled "I think it's more for Ethan. We don't normally do this sort of thing Bobby". Bobby laughed then had a serious look on his face "Tell me about Josh and Franco, is it serious?" he asked. Angelo looked at him "Franco is straight so probably will never happen, why do you ask?" Bobby took his pants off "I quite like him" he replied. Mark chuckled "I think you more than like him" he said looking at Bobby. "Well we have only just met, but yes I guess it is more than just quite like him" he replied Angelo looked at Bobby smiling "I'm getting to like you Bobby". Mark laughed "That's the best compliment you will get from him" he said slipping on his baseball cap. Bobby looked "Fuck you do look mighty fine Mark" he said and Angelo looked and nodded. "Yeah Ben loves it as he knows he will get a good fucking when I dress like a jock" Mark replied laughing. Angelo chuckled "So when did all this start?" he asked. "In LA he strangely got turned on whilst shopping as I had a worn a baseball cap then" Mark replied smiling. Bobby laughed "And that was it?" he asked. Mark laughed "Well when he saw me in the jock strap as well he just went berserk sexually that is". Angelo looked out the window "Don't think we are going very far tonight". Bobby looked out "Hell that's deep now I will never get back to NY". Mark was looking at his ass in the mirror "You can stay the night" he said casually. "No it's fine I will get a room at the B&B in town" Bobby replied. "Nonsense you are staying here with us" Angelo replied bringing the conversation to a close. Bobby saw Angelo's back "Sorry dude the tattoo on your back I mean is..." "Yes it does mean what your thinking" Angelo replied before he could finish his sentence. Bobby ran his hand along it "Amazing" he said quietly. Mark watched "Doesn't shock you?" he asked. Bobby looked at him and winked "Not at all" he pulled his briefs down revealing a small scorpion over his groin. Angelo smiled and hugged Bobby "I knew I liked you" quick as a flash they kissed until Bobby pushed him off. "Sorry that was a bit weird" Bobby looked embarrassed. Mark laughed "One thing Bobby we have a very affectionate bond in our little family group". Bobby looked confused "Family group?". Angelo nodded "Yup we are very open and close in our own little family". "Oh right well I don't think I am quite in this family" Bobby said looking at Angelo. Angelo laughed "Let's just say the three in the bedroom like you, that's good enough for us". "Right, this is quite a lot to take in" Bobby replied. Mark ran his hand down Bobby's hairy chest following the treasure trail "Just never hurt anyone". Bobby smiled at the touch of Mark's hand "You mean Josh?". Angelo put his arm around Bobby's shoulder laughing "Yes, he may not be open to relationship now but take it slowly". Bobby couldn't resist touching Angelo "Oh god your body is to die for" Angelo smiled and kissed him gently. Angelo looked at Bobby "We kind of hope you and Josh will hit it off he needs some happiness". Bobby hugged Angelo "No promises, I like what I see so far I just need to get to know him". "But" Mark hinted as Bobby's sentence trailed off. Bobby looked out of the window "Well If I move to LA it will but a dampener on things". Mark smiled "Distance shouldn't be an obstacle if it is right" he replied. Mark opened the door and they walked out of the bathroom to wolf whistles and nods of approval, all eyes immediately went to Bobby and Ethan winked at Josh and mouthed 'Fuck yes", just like Mark had said in the bathroom Ben just turned in to a crazy sex monster flinging himself around Mark and totally ignoring the others he began kissing Mark and making squealing noises of delight as his hormones sped around his body, Mark collapsed on to top of Ben grinding his hips up to Ben's ass. "Oh god I think they are going to do it in front of us" Ethan remarked "I've never seen Ben like that". "Fuck that is one sex possessed lad" Angelo remarked. Ethan turned to look at Angelo "Nice but I prefer you naked" Angelo took he baseball cap off "Naked I said". Angelo laughed and kissed Ethan "Really" he felt Ethan's hand slip around the jock strap but he stopped him. Ethan smiled "Later, make love to me" he whispered. Angelo nodded "You know I will always do that". Josh sat opened mouth looking at Bobby "Oh wow" he said admiring his body. Bobby looked at Josh smiling "Oh yes you sexy little fucker" he said walking towards Josh. Josh was kneeling on the bed and Bobby pushed him flat on his back and leaned over "Now kiss me" Josh grabbed Bobby pulling him down on top of him as they looked each other in the eye with burning desire. Josh's body quivered as he looked deep into Bobby's eyes, the sensations he was feeling were unlike anything he had experienced before with a man. He couldn't put his finger on it but the eyes of Bobby just seemed to be drawing him in as if they were saying to him that this is me and I am the one you have wanted and needed your entire life. His hands caressed Bobby's arms and body it was as if he had to touch him to feel it was real. Bobby was very aware of how Josh was staring at him as he laid underneath, his body not quite touching Josh's but the electricity he was feeling from Josh's touch began to weaken his restraint. Far from the typical man he would pick up the charm and charisma that Josh exuded made him even more attractive than just his youthful boyish looks that lead to a mischievous minx underneath. He leaned forward and gently kissed Josh on the lips who released a soft moan, gradually he increased the pressure and length of each kiss. Slowly Josh's lips parted with each ensuing kiss from Bobby, each kiss was tender but firm in a deliberate act of enticement until Josh slightly arched his back and gave a partial sigh and moan as he felt Bobby's tongue passing over his lips and teeth seeking his own tongue, Bobby grabbed Josh's arms and pinned them above his head. Lost in their own world Bobby heard in the distance a voice 'That's so sweet', he suddenly remembered they were not alone and released Josh from their kiss. He looked around to see the other 4 watching them with smiles on their faces. "Come on let me show you to your room" Mark said standing up with his erect cock poking out of his jockstrap. Angelo stood up and pulled Ethan up "Time for some Angelo love baby" he said carrying Ethan out of the room. "Hurry back Mark" Ben said seductively wriggling his body on the bed. Bobby took Josh's hand and followed Mark "Thank you for letting me stay" he said to Mark. Mark smiled and closed the door behind him leaving Bobby and Josh alone for the first time.

This is why a jockstrap is necessary. I would be arrested without one in public.

I guess I'd better give my public what it wants, huh? Heh heh. PART THREE Robert's mouth was completely full of this powerful alpha male's engorged member, and he was loving every second of it, deep throating him, licking up and down the shaft, kissing and licking around the bulbous head and foreskin. By this point, he was basically drooling with saliva uncontrollably and getting the cock nice and wet. He could feel every bump of flesh, every bulging vein, the smooth texture of the glans, and the soft folds of skin in the foreskin, which, when loose enough, he sucked between his lips and pulled between his teeth, ever so gently. "Right. I think you're ready for this now. Bend over and show me your ass." Said the black guy, helping Robert move in to position, while he sat on the couch. "Fuck yeah, bitch. My kinda slut." Robert then felt two strong hands on either of his asscheeks prying them apart, exposing his sweet hole to the air, and this dominant man's breath. The man blew gently on his hole, causing Robert to gasp with surprise and pleasure, just before Robert felt the soft, warm and moist flesh of the guy's tongue licking him all over his ass, paying special attention to his hole, giving him the rimming of a lifetime. Robert was seeing stars, his cock rock hard to the point of being uncomfortable, threatening of being just on the verge of coming. "Aaaahhh.... oooooh... aaaaahhh..... mmmmmmm..... yyyyyeeeeeaahhh" Robert moaned, more and more gently and passionately.... getting more and more effeminate with each sigh or moan of pleasure. SLAP!!!! A big strong hand came down on his ass hard. "Definitely MY slut now, aren't ya?" The guy asked, seemingly very proud of his efforts. SLAP!! "Ahhhh" SLAP!! "Owww" SLAP!! "Please...." "Please what, bitch?" The guy asked, teasingly. "It hurts, Daddy". Robert replied. The guy started rubbing his ass with a flat hand over where he had been spanking the boy, rubbing the red raw flesh, making it warm, and kissed it. "Does it? It seems to me you're enjoying it" He replied, grabbing Robert's cock through his jock strap. "I think you need this more than you realise". SLAP!! "You're a naughty little bitch, a slut, a whore, and you're getting something VERY special, tonight." SLAP!!! "Ahhh". With this, the guy reached to where his clothes were, and removed the belt from his pants, then instructed Robert to kneel submissively in front of him, hands resting on his thighs, feet underneath his buttocks. He made a loop with the belt, with the buckle loose, and put it around Robert's neck, not choking him, but secured it tight enough to have some control if movement, like a leash... and then.... SLAP!!!! He slapped the young man in the face again. Hard. "You're a piece of shit, ya know that?" SLAP! "Whore." SLAP! "Don't fight this, I am under control of you and I will give you what you need. You don't have a choice now, do you? You may answer." The guy raised his hand above Robert's head, preparing to administer another slap to his now bright red face, and Robert was doing his best to not cry, but something was welling up inside him. Part sadness, part wanting this man to comfort him, the pain and sting of his face, not knowing what to do next, and wanting to obey, not just out of fear... but out of excitement. Out of doing something extremely kinky that he hadn't done before. Out of breaking some taboos. Out of becoming broken, and finally ready to really be the total faggot he was meant to be. "Well? You want this, right, slut?" The black guy asked. "Yes, please Daddy." Robert replied. "Treat me however you want, do whatever you want to do with me. Make me your slut." The guy chuckled a little. A sexy, slow, low chuckle. Almost a growl. Deep and low in pitch. "Just what I thought".

Not too bad

Haha yeah that brings back memories! It would be leaking out of the condom mid cum and I would always have to pull out for fear of getting cum everywhere. I always had towels on standby and can still hear my exes voice "be careful it doesn't get in me or on the bed" *rolls eyes* that was such a pathetic life I had. I would be scared to cum because I knew it would be "an excessive" amount of cum. But like anything the more you deny it the greater the urge gets. But the cruel irony is as soon as I finished cunning I can already feel this primal urge to fuck again. My cock will stay rock hard if it can sense a hole nearby. Actually everything's gotten worse since I became POZ I shoot harder and can do even more rounds before feeling tired. My secret was to embrace what I actually am: a hot hung dirty fucker. Once I given into all of my needs and listened to my cocks urges I feel much better. Now if I see a guy I like I have no guilt or hesitation in giving him what he needs. If I get horny I simply go hunt for a hole to cum in asap. No shame in being a dirty fucker.

This story is fiction and any resemblance to real events or real people, living or dead, is mere coincidence. Hope you enjoy it. PART ONE Robert was a pretty happy-go-lucky guy, most of the time. Life wasn't perfect, but he had most creature comforts and some good friends, and had had an ok childhood, for the most part. He was fairly average, but still pretty handsome and good looking, with blonde hair and deep blue eyes, that always looked just a little bit sad, almost like puppy-dog eyes. His smile could light up a room, though. His folks had split when he was young, though, and grew up with his Dad, who was quite emotionally distant, and this left Robert with a compulsion to seek validation or attention from wherever he could get it. In High School, he learnt to become the class clown, and enjoyed making people laugh, even if they were only laughing at him. When he was in his second year of High School, he had been getting bullied by some older students, being called names like homo or faggot, generally because Robert was not staunch or macho, rather more gentle and unassuming, and had a slight, lean frame. Robert was a bit of a late bloomer, and hadn't started showing signs of going through puberty yet, He didn't fully understand it when the other boys mocked him as gay or faggot or whatever, but he had some vague idea after hearing things from other high school boys about cock sucking or butt fucking. He wondered about himself for a while. It wasn't until he started puberty about a year later, that he started wanking and cumming himself, and having fantasies that included having sex with guys. He decided to taste his own cum a few times, which soon became very addictive. Fast forward a few years, and Robert was now in his mid 20s, and by this point, he had had sexual encounters with both boys and girls, but had made the conclusion that he was definitely gay. He had been visiting adult bookstores and going into the ones that had rooms in the back with video lounges or glory holes, and usually just got naked and jerked off until one of the other men, usually twice his age at least, got courage to suck him off or rim him. Robert was very passive in this sense, but, like his years of being the class clown, enjoyed the attention he got whichever way he got it, and started learning to enjoy being an object for other men to use. He would feel pampered as a man his dad's or grandfather's age would lick and press their tongues against his twitching hole like hungry dogs eating a meal like it was their last. He slowly, but surely, became addicted to cruising these places, and got a bit of a reputation. He got fucked quite a few times, but was careful enough to use protection, as he had been taught in Sex Ed classes during his high school years. He went again one night, after a couple of after work beers at a bar with his workmates, feeling horny as fuck. He took a minute when he arrived at the store to browse some of the items, the underwear section particularly catching his interest, and bought a white Bike brand jock strap, and asked for an entrance to the rooms at the back. "You can get changed into that jock in our changing room if you'd like, I'll give you a bag to put your other clothes in and keep them safe behind the counter while you're back there", said the guy at the counter. Robert took his advice, and got changed into just the jock, keeping his shoes on. He got a big whistle from the store clerk when he came out from the changing room, making him smile and blush. "Very sexy", said the clerk. "Comfortable?" "Yes, this fits great", replied Robert. "Have fun in there, I saw a couple of guys go in earlier, so I'm sure you'll get what you want", the store clerk said to Robert, with a bit of a chuckle, as Robert thanked him and smiled and waved after handing his clothes over and making his way to the back.

This morning went to a local town to have my liver / kidney function tests (for Prep) Whilst waiting a message came up on Grindr from a blank profile (on my profile it states that I won't reply without a picture), I just ignored it. A couple of minuets later a body / ass shot , I messaged back "Are you looking to get fucked BB ?" and sent a couple of cock and " Asses I have loaded" pics. He replied Yes , so I said I would be in touch when free , he kept sending whiney messages so I logged off. When I finished in clinic I messaged and asked for his address , a good new build area popular with the couple and 2 kids type , he said to message when outside. Went to the house and could see him behind the door , it opened a crack and I went in , he was butt naked , early 30's and about 6'2 and thin with a tight ass. I sipped a finger in him , tight , but loose - slut ! In the hallway was a small chair with arms I pushed him on to it. He stuck his little booty out and I got a couple of fingers in him to loosen him up , for a butch guy he sure was whimpering like a little girly. I pushed my cock head in him and let him adjust to my width , I handn't paid too much attention to my surrounding , on the wall there were several happy family photos , but far more horny , a regimental photo showing him as a serving married soldier - fucking hot (and it explained his butch demeanour ). This gave me the horn and I proceeded to fuck the shit out of him calling him a slutty faggot for taking Daddys raw cock. I pushed him on to the floor so that his ass was winking at me , he had ass lips like a $10 hooker all stretched and fleshy ! This was the perfect position to deep dick him , after 3-4 minuets I could feel my self at the point of no return so I grabbed his waist , pulled myself deep in him and spat my thick cum up his squaddy ass. As I left (in the house for less that 8 mins , and not more that a meter from the front door the whole time ) he deleted his profile - typical married guy , I'm guessing that it won't take long to get over his buyers remorse and be back on line again to get loaded.

Part 2 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. I knew Chris was smooth, but through touch I confirmed he didn't have a single hair on his genitals or his hole. Didn't even have a single chest hair. I felt my dick stir. Fuck. It's like the boy knew exactly what I liked. Don't get me wrong - I've fucked my fair share of girls, but total smoothness on a boy is completely different. It's not exactly feminine, it's more of acceptance that he is a faggot and a boy, not a man. And unlike with girls, the only reason boys shave and wax is to hopefully please certain men. I could no longer resist. I roughly grabbed the belt of his skinny jeans and ripped them off of him. Fuck, I was going to go insane from lust. Chris' legs were perfectly smooth and highlighted his very toned calves. I could tell how deep his tan was by his deep speedo tanline. Chris must've caught me looking at him with the eyes of a predator. "You like that?" he asked. "Oh, baby...", I groaned. "Oh...baby...." I ran my hands over his body, just groping whatever I can get. He felt so good. His body was cold from being outside, but with my giant wall of muscle cradling him and my hands running all over him, I was going to warm him up fast. I pulled Chris' shirt off next, and decided to leave his jockstrap on. He was wearing a thin black one with white stripes, and it looked hot stretched out over his smooth bubble butt. "Oh...fuck, babe," I kept whispering to myself. I unwrapped him like a present. I took his dick out of his jockstrap, already completely limp from the Tina. Just how I like it. Guys like to play with a faggot's dick, even suck it, but I had already decided for Chris he wasn't going to be using it much. "Daddy! Don't!" Chris cried out as I squeezed his dick hard. I smirked. I wasn't going to keep torturing him, but I just wanted to hear him cry out. And it made me feel happy to hear the boy call me daddy. It didn't faze his affection for me though. Naked on my dirty mattress after i had just inflicted pain on him and enjoyed it, Chris turned to look at me with doe eyes. His pupils were dilated, and he looked a little cracked out already since it was his first time, but there was no mistaking the attachment and affection in his gaze. I had him in my lap (I was still fully clothed), one hand on his nipple and the other hand just softly grazing his hole. He wrapped his arms around my neck. "Daddy... you make me feel so good," Chris whispered. His delicate, angelic face pressed against my hard, muscled one. "Yeah baby? Daddy's gonna make you feel real good all the time," I uttered back in a deep, seedy whisper. My lips grazed his as my sentence trailed off. I started kissing him softly, then hungrily tongued him and slobbered over him, sloppy and aggressive. Then I'd get tender again. While kissing him, it occurred to me that he wasn't as tweaked as I wanted him to be yet. He was obviously high, wired and uncontrollably horny, but I prefer to have sex with sluts who are completely fucked up and barely even functional. When I broke the kiss, I held up the bong. "Want another hit, baby?" I asked. "Fuck yeah," Chris said excitedly. "Take another. Take a couple," I added with a grin. I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and lit it up. The body of the bong was almost yellow with how thick the smoke was. He had to stop sucking halfway and exhale, blowing out a stream of the thickest white clouds I've seen in a while. But he wasn't done, and I pressed the bong to his lips again to make sure he emptied the smoke inside. He coughed and gagged, a little nauseous from the taste and the heaviness of the vapor. I gave him some time to recover - I didn't have anything to get the taste out, unfortunately, but that didn't mean he could stop hitting the bong. After he finished coughing, I immediately pressed the bong to his lips again and I didn't go easy on him, giving him just as intense of a hit the second time. I fucking torched the bowl. Almost immediately after, i dipped my finger into a tub of vaseline, then scraped a couple crystals, and slowly dug it into his fresh pink pussy. "Ahhh!" he moaned. He winced as the crystals slowly dissolved into his bloodstream, burning him from inside. I know it hurt, so i just let my fingers sit there for a bit and let him recover. Again, even though I was the one who caused him pain without warning or consent, he looked at me for comfort. Eyes desperate for a kiss to make the pain better. I quickly complied, making out with him sweetly as his hole finally adjusted. I slowly pulled my fingers out. He kissed me hungrily like he loved me. Maybe he did. Boys fall quickly like that. He didn't even know that he wasn't going to be leaving this dark room with its dirty mattress for the foreseeable future. His eyes were out of sync at this point, and he was muttering unintelligibly. A bit of drool was leaking from his lip and his body had small convulsions here and there every time he got a chill. "You feel good, baby?" I asked. "Yeahhh!" he practically yelled. "Fuck daddy, I wanna be a meth whore! All I want is more drugs and as much cock as I can get!" Parts of his speech went in and out, but I'm pretty sure that's what he said. His hand was over his hole, desperately trying to make it feel something. "Faggot," I growled, suddenly changing my tone. "You're finally where I want you. Two steps away from an overdose." This only turned Chris on. His blue eyes, which faded a little in color, glared at me in an attempt to focus on my face. "I want... I want to always be this fucked up when I'm with you," he said weakly. "Daddy... Daddy, can you fuck me? Please? I need it...I need it so bad." I put my mouth against Chris' ear and whispered, "Fucking faggot whore. Look at you begging for my dick inside your little cunt." "Please... please," he kept pleading. "Daddy, I need a dick inside my hole." In the ten minutes we've been laying together on this filthy mattress, I had become Daddy to Chris and he'd become Faggot to me. As far as I can remember, we never used our actual names with each other again. My lip curled as I got turned on by how our names solidified our new relationship. I grabbed him by his tiny waist and threw him on the other side of the mattress. "Spread your legs wide open, Faggot," I demanded. "Show me that pussy." Faggot wasted no time. He raised his legs and spread them as wide as he could. He even grabbed his asscheeks and pulled them apart with his hands, desperately trying to open his hole up more. Damn. It really was a pussy. It was smooth and bright pink. The hole was so tender and tight you would've thought it was untouched. Just looking at it made me want him to bear my children. I had to unbutton and unzip my jeans right away as my dick was getting so hard that it was hurting, trying to burst through my pants. It swooped right out, completely hard, pointing directly out from me. I'm proud of my dick. It's not a beer-can dick. It's not so thick. However, it's a full 10.5" of average girth, totally solid, uncut bone. It might have even been a little on the thin side. Now I don't know why, but even when I smoke Tina, my dick is always rock hard once I'm horny. It's like I had reverse erectile dysfunction, my dick always got the stiffest and hardest boners, ever since I was a boy. Occasionally, it could only get semi-hard if I do too much Tina, but a cock ring and a viagra quickly turn it into a rock pole. My manhood seemed to perfectly complement Faggot's cunt hole. It was so tight, the hardness and small girth would more easily enter. I wasn't going to risk damaging his hole just yet though. I need that thing to work for a long time. I squirted a ton of baby oil into the tub of vaseline and scooped a giant, gooey lather of the grease onto his hole, rubbing it in a little with my finger. I rubbed a light layer on my dick too. I tossed Faggot a fresh bottle of poppers, a silent order for him to prepare himself. Violently spun, he fumbled to unscrew the bottle and shakily snorted from both nostrils. Deep. Just as he was about to screw the cap back on, I stopped him. "Wait - 2 more deep hits," I ordered. The boy looked like he had been destroyed by the combined highs of the meth and the poppers. His blond hair was tousled, his blue eyes wonky, his white teeth chattery, and now he looked dizzy and unfocused. All he could produce were loud moans and "Oh...Fuck..." I took the bottle of poppers from him. I didn't trust him to put the cap on safely anyway. I took two deep hits too. Fuck. A wave of what can only be described as intense perversion swept over me, and as the poppers dotted my vision, I looked at Faggot through an even more degrading lens. He was so damn sexy with his tan smooth body and his legs spread open for me, it was even hotter that his clean cut appearance was trashed by how drugged up he was. As the rush of the poppers hit me and then swept behind me, all I could think about was fucking him however I wanted. I pressed my dick hard against his greased up pussy. It still met with a little resistance, but the poppers relaxed his hole significantly and opened it up a lot more. My dick was uncut, so the head didn't need to pop in first. It penetrated like a stick. "FUUUUUUCK YEAHHHH!" I roared like a beast. "OHHHH FUCK! FUCKKK IT'S IN!" Faggot yelled. My head spasmed with pleasure, and my eyes rolled back into my head. For a moment, I even thanked my parents for not circumcising me so that I could enjoy the full pleasure of the pussy I was in right now. The Faggot's breeding hole was warm, soft, and tightly wrapped around my dick. Most of all, he was wet too. His hole squirted like crazy from arousal. The drugs probably helped with that. My dick felt so much friction against his insides and was coated with so much of the oily lube and juice that my body shook from the sensations I felt. "Unh! Uhhhh!" he moaned like a bitch as I continued to push in deeper.. and deeper. Whenever he thought it couldn't get any deeper, I pressed his legs further back and shoved more in. His eyes widened as my dick hit a painful spot. Because it was so hard and didn't curve to the inside of his hole, it probably jammed deeper than his pussy could even take. "AHH! SO DEEP!" he screamed, wincing in pain. "YEAH?" I boomed. "YOU FEEL IT DEEP IN YOU?" "TOO DEEP! TOO DEEP!" he gasped. "Fuck you, Faggot. You'll get used to it," I said. And then I spit on him. It landed in a thick wad on the side of his perfect, shiny, tan cheek. He looked helpless, and if I could get any harder from that, I would've. My dick might've pulsed with arousal. A smooth twink with a smooth tight hole completely at my mercy, meaning no one was going to stop anything I did to violate or degrade him. I allowed Faggot to take two more deep hits of the poppers before moving my dick. Once the cap was screwed on, the gloves came off. I withdrew almost the entire length of my dick, which must've felt crazy for the boy, then plunged back in. And out and in again, and out and in again, so fast the Faggot could barely breathe and scream to keep up. My dick ripped through his pussy, stabbing in and out. Each stroke made me feel like his cunt was rubbing ecstasy straight into my dick. It definitely felt even better watching him yelp at the top of his lungs with each thrust. "UH! UH! UH! UH! AH! UHH!" "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID SLUT! I'M GONNA FUCK THAT TWEAKED UP CUNT SO HARD BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE, FAGGOT! YOU FUCKING WHORE TRASH!" I barked. I didn't care if he was loud. When I got verbal, I yell obscenities at whoever I'm fucking. I sound like a drill sergeant. His screaming and moaning and my aggressive roaring mixed together to fill the silent room with the explosive sound of sex. The fact of the matter is the household upstairs can complain all they want to the landlord, but their noise complaints go unheard. The landlord buys crack from me (after all, that's how I got the basement), so he's on my side and would do anything to keep the police from coming. I found out a week later they left before their lease ended because they couldn't live with the extremely loud sex through the thin ceiling/floor occurring at all times of day and weird times of night. I pounded Faggot for 40 minutes straight. His sexy legs and delicate smooth little feet bounced and flailed around my arms and shoulders the whole time as I fucked him. If a while went by without any harsh words reminding him his only worth was giving me pleasure with his body and pussy, I'd spit on him and slap him. At one point, I pulled out completely. Then I charged in, ramming straight to the deepest point I could possibly reach, and while his little body folded to take the impact, I spit straight into the center of his face, splattering from his nose to his cheekbones, then slapped him hard with the full force of my titanic, muscular strength. His face was so red it burned through the tan. He cried out in surprise and pain, but took it like a good slave boy. To reward him, I grabbed him by the hair and slapped him across the face three more times before spitting on him one more time and giving him a quick kiss. Then I grabbed one of his ankles and punch-fucked him for a minute straight. He was gasping for air, not even being able to react to the abuse happening so quickly and one after another. But no matter what I did, when he looked me in the eyes, it was the same expression of love, only shadowed by a bit of pleading. He was high as a kite and he couldn't help it, because the dick felt so good in him and he was so horny and hungry for a man to use him, all he could see was his strong, sexy, manly daddy. At this point, he knew that his daddy was depraved and sadistic. But dick and drugs could turn a boy into a hopeless lover. Finally, I felt the electric sensation of wanting to cum, an burning sensitivity rushing through my penis as it thrusted. I grabbed both his ankles hard enough to snap them off and buried my cock to the hilt as I unloaded one of the biggest nuts in recent memory. My whole body convulsed as I roared and gasped, shuddering as my cock just pulsed inside him, shooting jet after jet of my seed into him. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt my dick harden and vibrate. Then, everything became silent besides for our grunting and panting. I slowly pulled my dick out. A splash of cum was dragged back with it and popped out of his hole. One thick drop trickled down his tailbone. For a moment, all I could do is just touch him and finger him gently to feel the cum inside his hole. It was still so smooth and tender. It's amazing how something that felt so soft inside could withstand the brutal beating my dick just gave it. Faggot looked completely used up and laid limp, his legs having fallen on the mattress after his marathon of having them being split apart. He was still a handsome, beautiful boy even like this. I laid down next to him and caressed his face and body, kissing him. "Daddy," he groaned weakly. "I... i want more..." I smiled just a little, feeling pride in how much of a cock whore I turned him into in just an hour. Out of impulse, I suddenly decided to revise my plan for enslaving him. I was just going to take him. I got up and zipped my jeans up. From one of the cabinets I retrieved a brown leather leash with a 5 foot chain. I pressed my body down on Faggot to restrain him and clipped the collar of the leash around his neck. I looped a small padlock around where I clipped it and locked it shut. Then, I tied the chain around one of the pipes protruding from the wall and put a padlock around the tied chain. I had the keys in the main room, where he wouldn't be able to reach. Tweaked and confused, Faggot yanked experimentally at the chain. Then, he realized he was trapped, but he didn't panic. He looked at me with puppy eyes with a pleading look, just waiting for me to explain. I got on the mattress with my enslaved boy and held his naked body in my giant arms. "Listen, Faggot," I said softly. "I'm going to turn you into my whore. You're going to live here now, and you're never going to leave this fucking room, got it? I recorded everything that just happened, you doing the drugs and getting fucked, and I'm going to anonymously send it to your parents, teachers, friends, whoever I can get ahold of. You're never going to see or talk to any of those people ever again. I'm going to smash your phone, throw out your house keys, and keep your wallet. From now on, this is your new reality." Even violently high, Faggot was realizing the gravity of the situation. "Daddy... Please! Don't show anyone the video. Please," he begged. "I'll be a good boy. I'll do whatever you want. Please..." Tears welled up in his eyes, realizing the shock that would hit everyone he ever knew. I ran my hand through his hair. "Bitch, you're going to do whatever I want anyways. That's not going to stop me. I'm going to send it to all of them through your phone and tell them you couldn't resist your inner whore anymore and ran off to become a pornstar. And you're going to become a pornstar, because these videos are going on any porn site I can publish them on, and I'm going to make whatever money I can from filming you. From now on, your purpose is taking my dick whenever I'm horny and making money using your body and cunt. All of my nut goes in you. All of my piss goes in you or on you. There are going to be men coming in and out to come fuck you. That's because I'm going to sell your pussy to them. When I make a sale, I'll tell you to get ready." Faggot looked at me with fear and arousal. His lip trembled, and his handsome face looked almost pitiful. He looked so helpless and boyish I almost felt sorry for him until I remembered that he's just a piece of property now. Even still, I knew a small part of him was excited to be with me and embrace an endless cycle of drugs, sex, and personal and physical maintenance. ------ The next day, I woke up with Faggot in my arms. Being in the basement with no windows, I couldn't even tell what time it was or how long we slept. Last night, he cried a little bit after reality kicked in, but I gave him some weed to smoke and slept on the mattress with him instead of my bed. The boy calmed down eventually and fell asleep, and I fell asleep holding him. I let him continue to sleep. One perk of being here is that he doesn't have to wake up to an alarm. When he eventually did wake up, I was ready to introduce him the finer details of his new life. I made him a small breakfast of eggs and packaged fruit and brought him a gallon jug of water for the day. As he ate, I spoke. "We're going to have to have rules to keep you in place. "Let's start with the most important one. You can't refuse any man I sell you to. Old, ugly, fat, short, sweaty, smelly, I don't give a fuck. They pay, they fuck. If they want to fuck raw, which will be encouraged because I'm not supplying condoms, you take it raw. Nod if you understand." Faggot nodded vigorously, determined. "Second. Sometimes I'm going to have to take you out. I might take you on a house call to a john or to a bathhouse. I definitely have to take you to the doctor and get tested constantly since you'll be taking so much raw dick and cum. You're going to get diseases, so I gotta catch them fast so that you can still fuck. You need to go to a dentist, go to the gym, and tan. When we go out, I lead you by your leash and you keep a blindfold on. You get one outfit to put on: the one you wore here today. You hop right into the back of my van and wait for me to let you out." "People are also going to ask questions. They're going to see you filthy and dressed like a street whore when you show up to the doctor's office. Let me do the talking. Under no circumstances are you to talk to anyone when we go out unless it's a man who's going to fuck you. I want my whore to interact only with men who use you for sex. That'll be all you know and all the companionship you get. If you try to ask anyone for help, remember you'll be out on the street homeless with severe withdrawal from any number of drugs I'm gonna put you on. That, and before I go to jail, I'm going to beat the shit out of you. And you won't have any money or ID, because, third, any money you earn goes to me. Whatever you need, I buy for you if I want to. Including drugs. "Fourth, you keep cum inside you as long as you can. I will flush your hole out regularly to keep it clean, but you are a cum dump slut and when I fuck you at the end of the night, you better be oozing. I don't care how nasty the guys are who breed you, you respect them by letting their sperm inseminate every fiber of your being. "Fifth, you will always be high. I'll be fucking you up with all kinds of stuff of my choosing. I even got stuff to make you sleep. When men come to fuck you, you will always be tweaked beforehand and given more during or in-between. If you're going to be my whore, I'm going to force you to be heavily addicted to drugs and sex. The johns will know that you are useless without drugs and sex and therefore should feel like they can treat you pretty much however they want because you're a desperate, fucked up piece of garbage who needs their dick to survive. I will make sure you're safe and not damaged in order to ensure you can continue doing your job. "Finally, your name is no longer Chris, and I don't want to ever hear that name again. From now on, your name is now Faggot. One of my buddies learned how to tattoo, so he'll be tattooing your name as a tramp stamp on your back. That way, johns will know that Faggot is your name." I finished as Faggot finished chewing his food. It took him a long time to put it down since he still had residual T in his system. He looked at me with those blue eyes, fresh and sparkly after a full night's sleep, but a little red from crying. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned into me and wrapped his smooth body around my torso and rested his ass in my lap. "Daddy?" "Yeah, Faggot?" "Does this mean I'm going to do meth everyday and get fucked by you constantly? Multiple times a day?" "Yeah. You're going to feel real good on T all the time, baby. And now that I have you, I'm never going to jerk off again. If I wanna get off, we have sex." The boy leaned his blond hair into my big chest. He felt so small and fragile in my arms, even though he was a fully toned and developed young man. "Then fuck it. I want to be your whore, and I don't need anything from my old life. As long as I have you, I don't need anything or anyone else. At home or at school, I'm always horny and wishing that men were gay and would fuck me. If the only human interaction I have is with men and through having sex, that's more than enough. I want to be a good whore for you, Daddy." I looked at Faggot and felt nothing but pride and love for the boy. I took his life from him and he's still going to be a good whore boy for me. That's exactly the kind of unconditional worship I expect from him. I wanted to tell him I love him, but what I really loved was the piece of flesh that he was. I held him in my arms and kissed him softly for a while, and then without a word, I stood up and left him chained there. I opened up grindr, Scruff, bbrt, A4A, and craigslist. It was time to make him some profiles. Part 3 coming soon

I don't suffer as bad as this guy but it's a blessing and a curse. It feels like when you're holding in your piss for as long as possible mixed with when you have been edging for what feels like hours. The first few shots are so fucking intense like I am only there to breed until I die. Then mid cum I feel a huge wave of satisfaction and relief and I can feel like my old self (aka my old neg life where I always suppressed my sex drive and urges) take over. I look at myself and sometimes I feel disgust at what I am doing and shame that I just fucked a random guy who is most likely neg with my toxic cum. Then thank God I am already feeling my conscience die as I come back to myself. Am still flooding the pig's guts but I can feel EVERYTHING. It turns me on. The warmth. Smell. Wetness of his ruined hole. All slick in my load and my cock is solid as fuck and I am back to beast mode. I can't help it. Am ready to fuck again until this pig is mine!

We just came back from the NYC Black Party, my BF Thad and my brother Jess are tired they are cuddled up in bed. I still wired from the best Black Party since it was at the Rose Land ballroom. Thad and I had been to Dark Odyssey Winter Fire event in Washington D.C. before, its a pansexual event with very few Gay men but we went for the classes and shopping. This year was different as we say many more and we knew some. Jess had never been at an event like this, and I think its good for him to see how other people play, as there many Queers, CIS people, and lesbians. Friday night we are going to have some fun with Jess in the public play area as Thad, and I get off having people watch us play, Jess is a little scared, but that is how the fun starts. Jess is naked except for his chastity device and his slave chain as that is to let others know Jess is own property. We tie him to the cross, and we take turns flogging his back and butt cheeks. It is not all about the pain as after a few hits we rub our body against him and whisper in his ear about how good he is doing. We can see some people stopping by and watching us play. Jess back is red now its time to work on his butt cheeks, Thad is a sadist with a cane and wants to put some lasting marks on Jess butt cheeks. We tie Jess to the bench and Thad goes to work on his ass nice an slow so after each stroke of the cane I put my dick in Jess' mouth, and skull fuck him. Jess will be feeling these cane marks for some time as Thad has broken the skin in a few places. They have DMs Dungeon Monitors walking around they have not said a word, but there is a crowd watching us. After we finish we clean up the area and take care of Jess cleaning to make sure he is not bleeding plus we are waiting for a suspension rig to put Jess on. We first ask Jess how he is feeling about being suspended, and the smile on his face says it all. Both Thad and I are good with rope as we are members of the NYC Bondage Club and we go and tie each other up or friends. Since Jess is like me in body size and also goes to yoga classes, we are both flexible. Jess is going to be tied up, so we have access to his mouth and ass can be fuck, and then we have a swivel, so Thad and I can stand still, and we spin Jess around every 30 seconds. For Jess, this is not going to be a loving fuck but as hard as we can go for 30 seconds and then turn. Thad slams his dick in Jess hole but to be nice, we put some spunk lube in his ass as Jess still has a boy hole. Spunk is good for ass to mouth as its taste is not to bad for most. We are going at it, and out the corner of my eye I see Andre and some of his friends, and they sit down and watch as we fuck the crap out of Jess. Thad and I are having a fantastic, but Jess is moaning like he does not want us to stop as we both are ready to explode, but all loads have to go in Jess ass as after our loads are his hole our dicks have to be clean. Andre is still sitting on the floor with his brothers; they are all members of ONYX which is a Black Leather group out on NYC. Andre fuck me once, and he can fuck for hours with that 9-inch piece of black meat. When we have Jess down and put a plug in his ass, so Jess does not go leaking all over the hotel, Andre wants to talk he introduce us to his friends who we don't know. I can see in Andre's eyes he has the hots for Jess. They are in the backup hotel around the corner in an executive room and says that we are welcome to a PNP party. I tell Andre Jess does not PNP, and he is ok with that, but he wants to get into Jess hole and that I OK with that. Saturday During the day we attend classes and people even females say that was a HOT scene we did last night. I guess the way CIS males look at lesbians having sex women like looking at Gay males having kinky sex. I ask Jess a few times how he is feeling, and he is on an endorphin rush still LOL so would I. I bought a 2-foot whip that is perfect for small areas and try it out on my brother ass which has some deep marks from the canning Thad gave him last night, the whip is perfect. We get some sleep in the late afternoon, get good and cleaned out as it's going to be a long fun night. When Andre opens the door, it looks like a football team is in the room. WOW as Thad is Asian Jess and I are 1/2 Mexican, and except for Andre they all look fantastic with rip mussels out of some bodybuilding competition. Andre grabs Jess and takes him to the air mattress on the floor. They tied off my arm as I see the blood registered and administered, I was given a slam as I cough my brains out and as soon as I stop coughing a dick was in my mouth, and I could feel the head of a dick entering me. I could see Jess with his legs over shoulders and Andre was fucking as hard and as fast as he could, but the moans of pleasure from Jess I knew he was having fun. After the third load in my ass, I feel fingers and hear someone say you have any Crisco. You can smell Crisco as he lubes my hole and his hand goes right in and says it's nice to have an ass like this as they don't scream they just open themselves up with moans of to go deeper. Andre is off my brother, and he had to be there for close to one hour getting pilled drive fuck as Andre is sweating like he just came out of a shower. Jess is just sitting there with a look of WOW on his face. I have no idea what they are doing with Thad, but from the noises, I'm hearing he is enjoying himself as I'm given another slam as I'm getting punch fisted passed the wrist. I see Jess is now laying on top of someone with a dick in his ass and mouth and now someone else is sticking there dick in so Jess is about to get his first DP. Jess is in some discomfort, but right now has no choice as three dicks are in his body and any one of them is twice his weight, so right now Jess is just more than fuck meat. The three of us took on these men, and my brother is in the corner whit a smile on contentment on his face as we get ready to leave. We brought diapers as we will all be leaking something out of our well-used holes. In the morning I look at the diapers Jess took off, and there was some blood, and at first, he freaks out, but I explained since you are on PrEP, you will be ok, but you still have to go to get checked out to see if you have some other type of STD. The new problem Jess wants to PNP and go off PrEP.

Part 2 I got in my car, drove home with nerves and excitement. I met him at my front door and showed him in. All was quiet in the apartment and my room mate would be gone until 7:00p- a full day ahead of us. I led him upstairs and into my tidy and neatly kept bedroom. I was nervous, my social anxiety flaring never quite knowing what to do in the moments before we got naked. He told me about his work and what he's been up to as he loaded a pipe. We smoked and I felt the loosening of my anxieties and fears. I started talking too. He shotgunned me a few times. Getting me higher with each. He was gorgeous and becoming moreso by the second. I was starting to feel myself getting hornier. He had taken off his shirt, I followed suit. "So you've been watching slam videos? Why is it something you would never do?" "I don't know- It's really hot to watch but I've always rationalized my T use. Smoking is ok, but if I slam I might get addicted" "I see. The rush is incredible. You've never felt anything like it." "The videos are so hot- I..." He cut me off, saying: "You know, I have supplies with me. If you were interested. We have all day, you're safe at home and I am an expert admin" And then he kissed me. The kind of kiss that would put me off kilter even if I was stone cold sober. "I promise, I'll take care of you. I'll make you feel good, baby. I see something in you- you want to let go of you inhibitions. This will help." The world seemed to freeze as the quite moments of consideration passed. "Okay" I said softly. With that he set to work getting our points ready. "This is .2" he said. "It'll be a great first time for you and if you want more after- we can arrange it" "This should be fine- I can't imagine I'll do more than just that one". His lips quirked, a hint of not believing me. He tied off my arm He brought the needly to the crook of my elbow and inserted. I was transfixed- I thought it might hurt, thought i might need to look away. Neither happened. I watched as it registered, my blood filling the clear liquid in the point. And then he pushed the contents into my vein.... End of Part 2

Part 1 It started as a normal day- I was hornier than usual but had work all day. I got into my office, my co-worker was out which means it was just me doing administrative work all day. I worked quickly through the morning, bored and alone. My horny mind started to take over and I found myself logging on to Grindr. A few of the usual guys in the area messaged me. Vanilla and boring, nothing of note. A bit about me- I was 30 at the time with classic boy next door looks and personality. Slim with brown hair and eyes, a seven inch cock and I'm 5'11". To all who knew me I was a hard-working guy who was going on wholesome dates. Behind closed doors, I was all about cock. hooking up whenever I could- I had started partying three years earlier and loved to get cloudy, however I hadn't partied in few months and it wasn't much on my mind. However... A new face popped up in the Grindr feed. He was hot. He had brown hair and an intense look about him. his body was amazing, not too muscular but definitely worked out. I was intrigued. His profile mentioned getting wild and I knew I had to message him. He responded immediately and we were back and forth for awhile. I learned he was on his way to a city an hour away to have a wild weekend with a buddy. I asked him what "wild" meant to him. and he said he was going to part and fuck all weekend long. I instantly felt my cock harden under my desk. "Fuck" I replied "I wish I could join you but I have work". I sent him more pics of me and he then said how much he wanted me. He asked if I slammed. I said "No, just smoking... but have recently started watching slam vids- It intrigues me but I don't think I would." He told me he would love to meet up with me and asked if i could host. I told him I can host but have to work- he asked where I work and I told him. He got quiet for a bit and I thought I'd lost him. I got back to work for a few minutes and then right before lunch got a new message from him: "Hey- I'm in the parking lot, come out and say hi" I was surprised to say the least- I hadn't invited him to come here, hadn't even given him the address, he must have figured it out from me telling him where. I couldn't leave work but it was time for my lunch break- I could go say hi. He was going to his friends, maybe if we had a spark we could meet up another time. So I nervously went out to the parking lot to meet him. I got in his car and he drove to a far shaded corner of the lot. He was even hotter in person- I wanted him. I told hime I only had a few minutes- and he said how hot he thought I was, how he wanted me to take him to my house and have a weekend of fun with him. I reminded him I had work till 5 and asked about his plans. "honestly, my bud will understand if i can't make it, I want you bad. we can party all weekend- I have supplies." He said as he pulled out a baggie of T. He pulled me to him an started to make out with me. his kiss was so intense, so powerful. I was under his thrall. He brought a finger to my mouth and had me suck it. then went back to kissing me. Next, his fingers were reaching down my pants and arriving at my hole. He pushed in, my muscle giving way to the intrusion. as he fingered me I started to feel a burning sensation and realized the finger i sucked had been dipped into the baggie. I started to moan as the T settled into my hole. I pushed him off me telling him "This feels amazing- but I have to get back to work." He said "okay- but i'm gonna wait in the parking lot for 15 minutes in case you change you mind. I reminded myself to get a grip and get back to work. I pulled myself from the car and headed back into the office. as i got back to my desk the T was making me hornier and hornier. I tried to turn my attention to work but couldn't and I went to the bathrooms where i pulled down my pants and breifs, looking at myself in the mirror as i jerked my cock and started to feel my hole. after a minute of this i knew what i must do. I pulled my self together and went back to my desk. Heart beating fast I picked up the office phone and called my boss. "Henry, I'm not feeling well at all- I'm gonna take off and get home" he was very understanding as I was never one to call out. Once off the phone, I opened grindr and sent my new friend a message: "I'm so horny now, that T felt so good- I just called out the rest of the day- Take me home, please. I want this" End of part 1

Hit up the video store backroom, got bred by a thick dicked Daddy within the first 10 minutes, then bred a cumdump and was on my merry way. ? ? Happy hump day! My fellow cumdump was in the next cabin, watching me get fucked and edging us on. ? When the Daddy left, he asked if he nutted inside me, I said yes.?? He said “let me taste that load” ? and I gave him my ass. ? He fingered some cum out of my ass and fed it to me...? While he played with my ass he told me he had 4 loads in him. ?? I knew I had to breed him. He turned and put his ass up at gh, and I drove my dick straight into his sloppy hole ? It felt fucking amazing, obvs, and I nutted real quick. He was grateful, I was satiated. ?

And now I’m heading to a couple I know, they are good friends and regular attending of our parties but we also play alone. They got back from the office and both are horny so that means they need a nice fuck, to which I’m happy to help oink!

Just gonna put this out there. older bottoms understand a tops that like sluts. They know that not all tops are looking for a virgin. So they know how to relax their holes to give a nice loose fuck

One of my regular FB's who loves to eat my hole, and does it really well, was just here. I've referred to him as my "ass eating muscle top." He's always kept his clothes on, but today he finally got naked. So I said to him, "Wow, finally got you naked," and he replies, "I don't have a perfect body." I was kinda stunned because I think he has an incredible body. He has a little tummy but so do I. I told him "I don't either. Big Deal. Besides I think you're hot. I wouldn't invite you back over and over again if I didn't." He didn't reply but instead gave me a brief kiss on the lips before leaving, as a way of thanks I guess. I'm glad he's comfortable enough now to get naked and just enjoy himself with me. I try to be a good considerate power Bottom and make my sex partner feel comfortable, wanted, horned up and satisfied, while draining his nuts in my cunt, of course. He was fun, as always. Whose next?

It’s coming...

Sufferer of hyperspermia and yeah in the beginning I was deeply ashamed of it. I didn't think it was natural and it always created such a big mess everywhere that was a pain to clean up when I jerked off. The worst thing was that I used to be pretty religious and the horn would hit me like a truck out of nowhere and I would have to concentrate so hard to ignore my urges to cum. Plus, when I actually do cum I can reload immediately. My record is 6 loads back to back before I need to let my balls fill up again but man there was almost no let up from the urge to shoot. So my long-term ex bf saw sex as a quick means to an end and back then we only used condoms. Try using condoms when you can blow 20 shots, it literally overflows any rubber. So the relationship would be me fucking him until he cums then I either pretend to nut or I have to run to the bathroom and squeeze a few rounds out as he sleeps. Either way I was always made to believe being hypersexual with hyperspermia was bad and wrong. Fast forward to my first breeding. Fucking hell. Revelation. Cum belongs in a hole and real pigs will gladly take it all. Never going back now.

We spent the next hour drinking beer, smoking a little weed and making out. I hit my limit and smiled back at him “Time for me to get some sleep. You want the couch or sleep in the bed with me?” I asked. “What do you think?” Louis said with a smile. I got up and went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I walked into the bedroom and Louis was already laying in my bed, right in the center. I raised my eyebrows at him as I pulled off my jockstrap and tossed it on top of my jeans and shirt. I walked to the far side of the bed and climbed in, pushing Louis a little to the other side to get enough room. “Do you always sleep in the nude or just when someone’s here?” Louis asked before he pulled his trunks off and tossed them over by my jeans. “Always. I like to be naked as much as I can” I replied. He nuzzled in and put his head on my chest, throwing his arm across me and was asleep in a minute or two. I wasn’t too far behind. I woke the next morning to the feeling of Louis nursing on my left nipple. He would suck a little and then play with the barbell piercing with his tongue a little and back to sucking on it. My cock was hard and when Louis realized I was awake he looked up and grinned before giving his attention to my nipple again. His hand came up and started to stroke my dick and it felt good. I like to compare how guys stroke cocks. Everyone seems to have a slightly different technique and Louis did too. His grip was three fingers on top with his thumb and pinky on the bottom. The pressure was gentle and the speed was a little slower than I usually use. His forefinger kept rubbing just up to the lip of my cock head before he stroked back down. It was sending shivers down my spine each time. He pulled his lips off my nipple and rubbed his face down my body until his outstretched tongue was lapping at the cock piercing. This time of morning, the piercing didn’t rotate easily in my cock so he could squeeze his tongue through the balls on the end of the horseshoe. His tongue played with the piercing for a few minutes and then he opened his mouth and took in my cock. I felt the piercing tap a few molars and he tried to take me deeper, but his gag reflex was strong and quick. I chuckled as he tried again. Most inexperienced cocksuckers won’t even attempt to suck a cock with a large piercing in it, but Louis seemed determined to try. After a half dozen attempts I told him to try licking down the sides of the shaft. This worked much better and when he moved around to lick on the bottom of my cock I reached down and unscrewed one ball of the piercing. He stopped and watched as I rubbed his spit on the steel ring and then spun it around and off, putting the ball back on and placing the piercing on the bedstand. He resumed licking and then crawled over and between my legs. He looked up and licked from my balls up the shaft. He swallowed the tip and started to bob on my cock with short strokes. He didn’t seem to get any more than two inches into his mouth but the attention to my cockhead was driving me wild. He pulled off and looked up at me and said “Sorry, I’m not very good at this. Not anything like you did to me yesterday.” I laughed and said “It just takes practice and I’ve had a lot of it.” We spent the next forty five minutes with him sucking and me giving him suggestions. He almost made it all the way down but he kept gagging with the last inch and a half to go. He did damn well for what I figured was is first time sucking a guy’s cock. When he leaned up, gasping for air, I climbed off the bed and stood next to it. “Come here” I said invitingly. He crawled off the bed and kneeled in front of me looking like an eager pup. I looked down at him and my mind filled with things I wanted to do with him like this. I didn’t want to scare him though, so instead of a little Dom/sub play I calmly said “open your mouth.” I rubbed the tip of my cock over his lips and then pushed it into his open orifice. My hands gently wrapped around his head and I began the gentlest face fuck of my life. It took several strokes but Louis started to flick his tongue around my cock as I thrust in and out. I went a little deeper and felt my cock start to bump into his throat. He seemed to be ok with this so I tried a little deeper. I felt a little resistance and slowed down even more. “Breathe deep and relax” I said in a soothing tone. On his third inhale, I pushed in slow and steady and finally had my balls on his chin. I held it there for only a few seconds and pulled back out. He gasped for air as soon as he could and then looked up at me. “Aaahh, yeah. That’s how a good cocksucker does it” I said. Before I could do or say anything else, he swallowed my cock and started to suck like crazy. He could get three quarters of my cock in with no problem so that’s how far he would go. Fast then slow and back to fast. He paused and then took a big gulp of air and slowly pushed down all the way. I counted to seven and he pulled off quickly, gasping for air with spit dripping off his beard and my cock. He went back to bobbing for a few minutes and then deepthroated me again. He made it to a nine count before his throat spasmed around my cock and then he pulled off a second later. He looked up at me looking for my approval. I had a huge shit-eating grin on my face. I loved how he looked with all that spit coating and dripping off his beard. He looked down and inhaled my cock, sucking with a lot more vigor than before. It seemed frantic and I knew he was trying to get me off. It was working too because I could feel my balls begin to churn and my cock got even thicker. I grabbed his head and slowed him down and right as the cum started to rise, I stopped thrusting and held his head still. The helmet of my cock was just inside his lips and the spurts showered his mouth with my cum load. I could feel him try to swallow but after four shots, he pulled off. The next spurt hit his cheek and the one after that hit his mustache and nose before they dripped down into his beard and mouth. He waited like that for a few moments and then looked up at me to see if I was satisfied. He looked so hot like that, on his knees with cum on his face. I wished I had my phone to take a picture of it. Louis stuck his tongue out and licked the cum off from around his mouth and I leaned down to lick the rest off his beard and cheek. I pulled him to the bed and we laid there, kissing and swapping my cum back and forth.

Been awhile since my last post, work and school have had me stressed and booked but I finally got some free time this weekend. Drive up to the gloryhole booths in just some running shorts, a tank, and an all white jock. Got on my knees and waited for cocks to poke through. I sucked a few loads out of a few cocks and then my (w)horemones kicked in. I wanted loads in my ass. I stayed on my knees and sucked the next cock that came through. Pulled out the lube I brought (although I was prelubed.) and started massaging it on his cock, I continued to suck for another 2 minutes, and then I stood up, turned around and backed on to his dick. He pulled away, and offered a quick “married bro, only head. “ I went back to work on his cock. Knowing that I wanted him in my ass even more than before. He’s moaning pretty loud so I decided to try again. Back on my feet, I turn around, bend over, and slide his head in my hole. “I can’t man.” He says. I would’ve slid his head out of me but I could feel him slowly inching himself further down my hole. I push back. “She’s gonna smell sex on me. “ he says while still going deeper in my hole. I offer to clean him up afterwards, to which he says “that won’t work.” All still while fucking going deeper inside me hole. He starts thrusting in me, very very slowly. Moaning and groaning louder with each thrust. He’s still hesitating. But We both know I’m satisfying a need his wife isn’t. “You’ll clean my dick off after?” He asks. I reassure him. He starts fucking into me harder, I can tell he’s getting close. He tells me he’s about to pull out, being the little slut I am I beg him not to. He floods me with his cum. And then pulls out. His dick is still in the gloryhole. So I drop to my knees and clean him off like I said. He goes on his way when his dick is clean. We were the only two left in the book store. So I gave him a few minutes to get to his car and then I left. I texted a fuck buddy of mine and told him that I had a sloppy pussy. Those are his favorite. I get to his house and his roommate is there. He has me sneak around back, we finally make it to his room and he’s already in my hole. He’s fucking me hard and fast. It’s funny how guys kind of stop caring who hears once they get over it. He slams into my hole hard as his balls empty his seed inside me. His roommate heard it all, and comes to his room. Dick in hand, and replaces him. His roommate didn’t last long. But nonetheless I got another load. I decide to drive back home, and another fuck buddy from a different town invites me over. I warn him that I’m full of cum but down to take his load as well and he doesn’t care. I drive the extra hour to his house and I’m greeted with a long hug and deep kiss. Before I know it, his dick is in my hand and our clothes are off. He hikes my legs over my shoulders, and starts in on my hole. He fucks me hard and deep for about an hour. I came all over my stomach. He took my cum puddle and transferred it onto his dick and plundged back in. My hole is making that wet squishy sound that all good pussies make, and a puddle of stranger loads is soaking his sheets. He tells me that I’m a whore, and then he moans loud and hard. “Fuck. I just came in you. “ “thank you. “ I said. And then I was dressed and out of his hair.

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.”

MY FIRST EVER VISIT TO A GAY SAUNA PART I I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my slender waist. It had taken a while to clean me out properly, but I didn't want to take any risks on my first ever visit to a gay sauna. Now I was squeaky-clean on the inside up to my chin. Well, almost up to my chin. I was nervous as hell and tried to calm myself down. Don't worry. The worst thing that can happen to you is that they throw you out of the sauna the moment you cross the threshold. And you know that chances are high that this moron Chris was just telling stories. One week ago Chris, a boy from the neighborhood, had come over for one of our regular jerk off sessions. He kept bragging about sneaking into a gay sauna and finally dared me to try the same. I knew that he was most probably lying, but I just couldn't let him call me a pussy. I moved over to my bedroom and stopped in front of my mirrored wardrobe to take a look around. A while ago, I got tired of my old Transformers wallpaper. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, at least in the beginning, but I guess I'd just grown out of this stuff. So I did my best to hide it with posters showing my favourite soccer players - most of them shirtless- and now the walls were covered with pictures of Christiano Ronaldo and David Beckham. He'd always been my favourite. Can't tell you how many times I jerked off thinking of Becks' perfect abs. I even managed to get a Freddie Ljungberg poster, one of those he did for CK, you know. Love his chiselled cheekbones. The walls were plastered with half-naked men. I took in the scenery. Hard to believe my parents never suspected anything. Well, maybe they did. But this was not the time to worry about that. I had other things to do. My parents were gone for the weekend, leaving the house to me, and I was going to make the most of it. I turned back to the wardrobe, watching my reflection on the mirrored doors intently, running my hands over my flat tummy, my fingers circling the compartments of my sixpack, then trailing down the deep middle cleft until they reached my cute belly button. I grinned. Becks, you better watch out. Dropping the towel, I turned around and grabbed my firm asscheeks, pulling them apart to reveal my hairless crack and pink hole. It was reddened and gaped slightly after the thorough enema . Very nice, I thought, but this is not gonna get you inside. The problem was my face. No, I'm no troll, thank you! But one look at my face convinced me that this was not going to work like this. My mom has always called me her little imp and with those pouty lips, green eyes, snub nose and the mop of red curly hair, I looked just a tad too cute and innocent for my purpose. Maybe a baseball cap would do the job. Well, at least it covered most of those curls and the peak shadowed my face. Pull it down some more, no time for vanity here. And now give me a stern look, I know you can do it. I tried to look as mean as I could. I really did, but my pathetic attempts just had me snorting with laughter. Well, fuck it. Then the cap will have to suffice. Now get dressed. No, not that shirt. No Transformers today. Better borrow some stuff from Dad's wardrobe, and put it back before he knows what happened. And here I was, standing in a narrow side street, the iron door to the gay sauna just across from me. No idea if this was intended, but it sure looked intimidating to me. I checked left and right. No one around, so if you really want it, then this is the time. I crossed the street and stopped in front of the grey door. My hands were sweating profusely. Ring the bell, moron. The sudden sound of the buzzer made me jump. Push. I pushed. The reception was not nearly as run-down as the outside had promised. Or as depraved as I had expected. Disappointment crept into my mind. This didn't look like the den of iniquity from Chris' story. Not at all. Actually, it looked more like the kitchen of a hospital or something: chrome and white tiles everywhere. "Can I help you?" asked a deep, friendly voice. I jumped again. From across the tiled counter, a tall, muscular man in his 40s or maybe 50s was looking at me, his intense grey eyes scanning my body, trying to size me up. Being only 5' 7'' myself, most guys seem tall to me, but this specimen easily measured 6' 4''. And he was packing muscles. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, impressive pecs that stretched the fabric of his muscle shirt nicely. What struck me most was that though very muscular, he still looked lean, more like a long-distance runner than a body-builder. There was not an ounce of fat on him and thick veins travelled down his forearms and onto the back of his big hands. His face looked ascetic, almost like that of a hermit. Piercing grey eyes deep in their sockets, overshadowed by bushy eyebrows, prominent cheekbones and somewhat hollow cheeks. He was bald, but the rest of his body more than made up for the lack of hair on top of his head. The lower half of his face was covered by a neatly trimmed beard, black with some grey in it, accompanied by a bushy mustache long enough to hide his lips from my view. There was a dense layer of coarse salt-and-pepper fur on his pecs as well and his strong arms were hairy all over, from his wrists up to his shoulders. His shirt was damp from the warm, humid air and clang to the guy's skin, clearly showing the outlines of his big, pointy nipples. There were sweat marks at the armholes and suddenly I realized that I could actually smell his rich, manly scent. My hole twitched in response and, as if sensing my thoughts, the guy whose face had been totally free of expression until now smirked at me, showing his big, white teeth for the first time. "Hi, my name's Harry. So again, can I help you?" With that he reached out his big, furry paw. I took a deep breath. Ok, now don't ruin it. Deep voice, stern look. I stepped up to the counter and we shook hands. "Nice to meet you, I'm Kevin," I said in my deepest voice. Stern look, I reminded myself. That's when I realized that from my new position closer to the counter I had a perfect view of his tight-fitting gym shorts and the huge bulge they tried to conceal. I had seen a cock or two before. Well, three actually. But those had been the dicks of boys my own age and whatever was waiting behind this thin layer of cotton went far beyond my limited experience. I stared. I gawked. Maybe I even salivated, but I can't tell for sure. My recollection is somewhat blurred. "Your first time in here?", Harry asked with an amused tone in his voice. "Hm?" I clearly had my mind on other things. I was staring at his crotch and it must have felt the attention, because the bulge was heaving , shifting and finally snaking down the leg of his adidas shorts. I licked my lips absent-mindedly. The tip of his cock would be appearing any second now. That's when Harry coughed loudly. My head shot up and I blushed. Moron, moron, moron. Congratulations, well done. Your gonna get yourself kicked out of here. "Your first time in here? Don't think you've been here before, at least not on my shift. A cutie like you wouldn't have escaped my attention." He winked at me and I cracked a smile. So much about the stern look, moron. I blushed again. "But this might not be your day of the week" Harry added questioningly. "We're having our 'Twinks Night' on Saturdays, so maybe you'd rather wait until the weekend instead. At the moment there's quite a lot of business in there" he motioned to the door next to the counter that apparently led to the locker room and whatever was waiting behind it. "But it's mostly guys like me, you know, old and hairy and bearded and most of us are...well, don't mind, so if that's not what you came here for...", his voice trailed off. "Nooo", I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. "If all of them are only half as hot as...uh, I mean...I really like older guys...like you." Harry gave me one last, questioning look, as if he was mulling something over inside his head, but then he shrugged it off and guided me through the procedure, handed me a towel, a pair of flip-flops and the key to my locker. "You find little sachets of lube over there. Condoms, too, if need be." I nodded my head fiercely. Finally something I was 100% sure of in these strange surroundings. After all we'd discussed that at school more than once. "You should always use condoms", I said with deep conviction. He just shrugged his shoulders. "Most guys in here don't think so. Fucking feels way better without a rubber, they say." They don't use condoms? I was honestly shocked. But Harry interrupted my thoughts. "Listen, Kevin. My shift is ending in 20 minutes. My buddy Carl should be arriving any minute to replace me. What about I give you the tour and show you around a bit once I'm off duty?" I think, he must have misinterpreted my incredulous look, because he raised one of his furry eyebrows. "Only if you want me to, of course." I gulped. Keep it cool, don't seem too eager, moron. "Sure, that would be nice." "Okay, when you exit the locker room, you gotta turn right and follow the hallway until you reach the jacuzzi. Why don't you get inside the tub and relax for a while and I'll meet you there as soon as Carl arrives. I nodded my approval, grabbed my stuff and entered the locker room. As soon as Harry was out of sight, I slumped against the wall and exhaled deeply. I was inside the sauna and no one had asked for my ID. Not even mentioned it. A smile of relief spread across my face, slowly turning into a broad grin. Harry would join me in the tub and maybe he'd do a lot more with me... When the boy disappeared behind the corner, Harry reached under the counter and produced a bottle of lubricant and a Ziploc filled with a white powder. The lube had already been laced with T, but in this case he'd better increase the dose. Kevin was cute as a button, but the kid seemed way to strict about safer sex. Harry couldn't stand fundamentalists. Sometimes they just needed to be outwitted. When Carl, a goateed redhead in his mid-40s with a burly, hirsute body and a fat, veiny cock, finally arrived, Harry was leaning against the counter, staring into the air with a wicked grin all across his face . "Hey, Harry, what's up?" Carl yelled to shake his colleague out of his daydream. The two men greated each other with a big bear-hug. They'd been buddies for almost two decades now and over the years they had shared quite a number of boy-bottoms. Or at least for the first fifteen years of their friendship. This came to a sudden halt, when first Carl and later Harry as well were tested HIV-positive. While HAART had no side effects on Carl, Harry's libido pretty much zeroed. He just couldn't get it up anymore. And watching Carl fucking a boy and licking his buddy's poz-cum from the kid's gaping boycunt afterwards didn't seem to make for a long-distance solution. Their relationship deteriorated day by day and when they stopped talking to each other completely, they realized that there was only one alternative that worked for them. The next morning both men stopped taking their meds. And never looked back. Not only had their sex life gone back to normal. The two of them seemed to be hornier than ever before in their life. Sometimes the mere thought of what was brewing inside their balls brought them close to the edge of cumming. Harry had always been a "dripper," but making an unaware teenboy beg for his load had him dripping toxic precum like your proverbial faucet. And the knowing look on Harry's face when the boyhole started making those telltale squishy noises every time he rammed his fat cock home was just priceless. Happy like a pig in the mud. How Carl had longed to see his buddy like this during the difficult years. Harry was all that counted for him, fuck the boys. Literally. PART II in the making (let me know which direction you'd like the story to take)

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.”

Part 91 - A Three Hour Tour? Ric and Frank walked around the campus for almost an hour before heading to the meeting point for their official tour. The tour was led by a pair of college students, one guy and one girl, and Ric immediately knew the guy was gay. His gaydar, which he thought was always wrong, was going off loud and clear. He looked at the other people taking the tour and all were people his own age, each with one or two parents. One was a cute guy with two dads who was obviously long past the stage where it may have embarrassed him. He seemed straight as could be, yet he thought the guy’s dads were checking him out. After the first 15 minutes, he had decided there was only one other gay guy in their group and one possible lesbian. They walked around and got the history of the university, what each building was for and tons of useless trivia. They ended up in a cafeteria and each was given a card to use to pay for the meal. They sat off in a corner and ate as a group. There was some talking and when there was a lull, Ric asked where the restroom was. The male tour guide, Taylor, said he would show him. He could see several of the people smirk but Ric didn’t really care. Taylor was a little effeminate, but also seemed to be confident and outgoing. His voice wasn’t over-the-top but had a soft feminine lilt to it and his gait had a little swish to it. He was growing out of his twink stage and his face seemed to be the first to start to mature - gone was the soft baby-face skin, replaced by a seemingly dense beard that he kept shaved. Ric noticed his firm butt that filled out the khakis nicely and the slim fit polo shirt with the school logo on the chest that showed a little of his defined body. Taylor’s dark blonde hair was cut short and conservative, but you could tell he had been to a stylist not a $6.99 chain. Taylor made some idle chit-chat as they walked down the hall and he led Ric into the men’s room. They both walked up to one of the two urinals and Ric fished his cock out and started to piss right away. Taylor stood there, holding his cock out and glancing over at Ric. “Damn, they grow them big where you come from” Taylor said as he saw Ric’s cock. Ric backed up a bit so Taylor could see all of it with the heavy stream of piss coating the inside of the urinal. “Yeah, I got lucky. But it freaks guys out sometimes. They want it but can’t handle it” Ric replied with a grin. When the stream stopped, he shook it off and let the foreskin slide back over the head. Taylor was tucking his cock back into his underwear and zipping up while Ric stood there holding his cock in his hand. “You want a taste?” Ric asked. Taylor swung his head around looking to see if anyone else was in the restroom and and looked back at Ric, his face was bright red and he was obviously conflicted between nervousness and lust. Ric turned and nodded at Taylor before motioning for Taylor to assume the position. Taylor kneeled down on the cold tile floor and looked at Ric’s cock closely. While it was only semi-hard, it was still longer than most of the cocks he had ever taken and it was one of the thickest, too. Taylor reached up with his long slender fingers and held Ric’s cock for a moment, looking it over. He pulled the foreskin back and licked over the head, tasting the fresh piss but not much more. He let the foreskin roll back and forced his tongue under it before he flicked his tongue back and forth and then took a quarter of Ric’s cock into his mouth. His tongue explored the cock inside his mouth and Taylor’s lips were tight around the quickly hardening shaft. Ric knew that Taylor had a lot of experience sucking cock by the way he devoured his cock. Taylor’s head bobbed and tongue flicked as he took more of Ric’s cock each time. Ric felt Taylor’s nose just start to touch his trimmed pubic hair and that seemed to be as far as Taylor could go. Ric reached around and interlocked his fingers behind Taylor’s head and let them follow the motion. Sensing that Taylor wasn’t going any deeper, he tugged and shoved his cock into Taylor’s throat and his face hard into Ric’s pubes. The door to the bathroom opened and Ric’s heart started pounding. He was holding Taylor on to his cock and his eyes were wide open. He looked back and to his relief it was one of the gay dads who had walked in. The guy stopped dead and then his jaw dropped. “Oh fuck. Uh… sorry” the dad said as he backed up against the door, holding it shut and staring at Ric and Taylor. Ric smiled and brought his finger to his mouth telling the dad to stay quiet. He started to face fuck Taylor who seemed to be cooperating. It only took a couple minutes, but Ric felt the cum start to rise from his balls. He kept fucking Taylor’s face and when the first rope of charged cum flew out, he was ramming his cock in. Ric let a few pulses go and then pulled back letting the next few spray over the inside of Taylor’s mouth. He glanced at the dad who now had his cock out and was stroking furiously. Ric shoved back in and let the last few spurts go right down Taylor’s throat. He slowly pulled back and then watched the dad shoot his cum all over the floor a good two to three feet in front of him. Taylor was gulping down the last of Ric’s cum and then licked any remnants off of Ric’s cock. “Fuck, that was hot” said the dad as he walked over to the sink and washed the cum and spit from his hands. “Yeah, I enjoyed it. How about you Taylor?” Ric asked. “Uh.. yeah. I did too” Tayler answered in an embarrassed tone. “Please don’t say anything or I’ll get fired” he added. “I never fuck and tell” Ric replied putting his cock back in his underwear and zipping up his jeans. Ric and Taylor walked back to the cafeteria not saying much until they got close and Taylor blurted out “so thats why most freshman live in the dorms here and then about half move out to apartments and half stay in the dorms the next year.” They took their seats and when everyone was done they continued the second half of the tour. At the end there was question and answer period with some of the university staff where both Ric and his dad were asking questions. Satisfied they had all they needed to know, the group dispersed and Ric and Frank headed back to their hotel. “Hey dad, I have an appointment late this afternoon. I’ll be out between 4:30 and 6:30 or so. We can go for dinner after. OK?” Ric said. “What is the meeting about? If it’s about school I should be there” Frank said with a concerned look on his face. “Well, I guess you could say it’s about financial aid, but I need to do this myself” Ric replied. He had posted a travel ad before he left on the trip and had quickly gotten a reply. Everything had been set up and all Ric needed to do was show up. He had only done a dozen escort gigs since Joe had set him up with the first one, but he liked the money and had enjoyed the sex. He didn’t have a lot of spare time to do many meetings and turned down most of them. It seemed a hung eighteen year old bareback escort was a popular option with lots of guys. Ric looked at the clock and he only had a half hour to clean up and head to his appointment. He showered and grabbed a small bag he had prepared before they left home from his suitcase. His dad still looked concerned as Ric left, but Ric knew he had to hurry to get to the Uber that was almost to the hotel. Ric got out of the car and looked over the building. It was one of those generic apartment towers that could be in any city in any country. There was a nondescript entry with glass doors and a small waiting area by the elevators. He was supposed to meet the guy outside by the door, but no one was around. He looked at his escort phone and he still had a few minutes to go. He looked up and down the street and saw a few people standing around. He walked down about 20 feet and leaned against the concrete wall that was next to the sidewalk and checked his phone again. Just as Ric looked up, a guy who was a few years older than him walked by and stopped at the walkway up to the apartment building. He looked back at Ric and smiled, nodding his head to the door and then went to the front of the apartment building. Ric followed and as he stepped up to the door the guy said “Are you Austin?” Ric nodded. “Cool, I’m Paul.”

First load done (well second if you count my bfs from this morning lol) it was a quick fuck, I got in to his place, he was naked and semi hard, so I dropped to my knees to get him fully hard, was about 6.5” but very thick so I had to stretch my mouth a lot when he was rock hard and kept telling me what a good cocksucker I was he ordered me to get naked and get in position so within 30 seconds I was on all fours and he asked me if I wanted spit or lube, since I already had a load I asked for spit ? so he just aligned his slick cock from my sucking and pushed himself all the way in and immediately started pounding. He was a rough top which I always appreciate and fucked me like that for 20 minutes till he announced he was gonna load me up, have to admit it felt like a huge load when he came deep inside me he waited a couple of minutes in me till he got softer and pulled out and I started sucking him clean and tasted his sweet cum and my ass juices ? he thanked me and asked for my number so he can keep in touch when he needs to unload (yay for me)

I get bred by a lot of younger guys. I think I get more guys in their 20's now than I did when I was in my 20's ?

That wait like forever but once again was amazing.... i so thought a orgy was going to develop. very very hot.

I prefer regular fuck buds. You get to learn what they like and what turns them on so I can anticipate on that. And they get to know what I like, which is important to me as well. It makes the sex so much better. Doesn't mean I don't like quick anon sessions but I usually only get those when on vacation (due to the lack of bars/clubs/bathhouses here). I have a few regulars now, actually maybe more than I can handle....Some I see every week, some less often. I would like more FWBs and not just FBs but I am aware I am not in a position to complain. I never thought in my life I would be having sex so often after I turned 50 and moved to a small town. I am a very happy slutty daddy ?

a cumdump takes every single cock that gets stuck through the gloryhole and sucks it till the guy leaves or cums. then you thank him for his load and wait for the next man. if he wants to fuck you let him fuck you. if i dont love a particular cock i just try to get them off fast so i can move on to the next cock.

Exactly....i am totally boned hard.....I always find the fuck is great too....

I’ve always preferred an older Top. I’m more relaxed and My Tops have sufficient experience to know what they’re doing. A young(er) Top sometimes approaches being inside a warm manpussy with too much surprise or anxiousness. I want a Top that wants to take his time inside me...enjoy the session...repeatedly edge himself towards relief and then start over. There’s an art to Breeding that’s learned and I’m more comfortable with a man that relishes the opportunity and doesn’t approach it as another quick notch on his belt.

I really dislike judging people like this -not everyone can be a sexy porn star. But I can't help but admit that I get an extra thrill when I'm getting fucked and bred by a guy that I am pretty sure most other guys wouldn't give the time of day. Or better, that they would be disgusted by. I fucking love those fucks!!!

I grabbed my shorts and walked over to a shelf and pulled two towels down, tossing one to Louis. “Sorry, no shower here” I said. I wiped my crotch and ass off and put my shorts back on. He wiped off, but still seemed to be in a daze. I looked at the clock and it was almost ten PM. “I guess we’re not going to get much done tonight. My place is closer if you want to just head over there. We can drink a few beers and you can crash there. We’ll finish the bike up in the morning” I told Louis. “OK, I don’t really feel like working on the bike right now either. You sure its ok to stay at your place? I can grab a Uber or bus back to my place” Louis said. “Yeah, of course. You want to go now or do a bit of work?” I asked, hoping he was on the same wavelength as me. “I don’t think I would be of much use right now. I’d just be staring at you the whole time” Louis replied with a grin. I dropped my shorts back to the floor and walked past him to pick up my jeans. As I walked by I felt his hand touch my ass. The garage was like a sauna with the door closed and our sweating bodies hadn’t helped it cool down. We both put our clothes on, me in jeans and a tee and Louis in his khakis and shirt. Once my boots were laced I opened the door and wheeled the Yamaha out again. All suited up I closed the door and hopped on the bike with Louis taking the bitch spot again. I left my jacket open and took the long way home, enjoying the summer air as it cooled me off. I noticed that Louis’ grip on my waist was tighter than it had been the week before and he would occasionally reach down and grab my junk. I pulled off the alley and parked under the back stairs like I always did and locked the bike to the post. “Welcome” I said as we walked in the door. I gave Louis the grand tour by standing in the center of the living room and pointing at the other rooms. “Kitchen… office… bathroom… bedroom” I said. “I need the bathroom first, Ryan” Louis said and almost sprinted over to it. He closed the door which made me laugh to myself, but I went into the bedroom and pulled my boots, socks, jeans and shirt off. I walked out of the bedroom about the time Louis came out of the bathroom. “Whoa” he said, obviously surprised at me being almost naked. “Sorry, this is how I usually dress when I’m at home. I can put my jeans back on if you want…” I replied. “No, no, I just wasn’t expecting it. It’s your place, your rules” Louis said, smiling. We sat on the couch and I flicked the TV on before I reached over and grabbed the pipe and loaded it with the weed I got earlier. We passed it back and forth taking hits until it was spent. Louis looked over at me and seemed to want to say something and then just pulled his shirt off. “Fuckin’ warm in here” he said and I wasn’t sure if he was complaining or explaining. He stood up and kicked off his sneakers and then his jeans and sat back down on the couch in just his CK trunks close to me. Sky’s comments kept haunting me in my mind and while I desperately wanted to jump his bones, I didn’t make any moves. Well, for a few minutes anyway. Louis nuzzled in next to me and I wrapped my arm around him. We finished the show on TV and he turned his head and smiled at me. We locked eyes and his nose was right next to my sweaty pit. I saw him sniff quietly a few times and then I had to know. “You like that smell?” I asked. Louis turned bright red, realizing he was busted. “Nothing wrong with it, Louis. Just about every animal uses smell to find mates, humans are no different. Go ahead, sniff all you want” I said calmly. Louis turned and then pushed my arm up. What he did next, surprised me. He attacked my pit with his nose and tongue. He was breathing deep and coating his beard and face with my sweat before he lapped at my whole armpit with his tongue. I heard him moaning quietly and a smile grew across my face as I realized he was enjoying it as much as I was. He spent almost ten minutes like this until his tongue had washed most of my scent off. My rock hard cock was sticking up past the top band on my jockstrap, leaking precum down through the hair and into the cloth. I reached over and grabbed his arm and was about to shove my face in his armpit when he stopped me. “No! I put antiperspirant on this morning” he yelled out. I appreciated the warning - I’ve gotten my tongue coated in that damn stuff too many times to count and it sucks every time. I knew of a few other spots I could savor his scent, but I didn’t want to move too fast. “You do like the smell of a sweaty pit then” I said. “Yeah, if I’m going to be alone for a day I don’t shower or use pit stick so I can smell my ripe pits, but I didn’t know anyone else did shit like that. Sorry, I've always wanted to try that with my own pit and you didn't seem to mind” Louis said. “That was hot. I love a man’s natural scent and when it gets really ripe it’s even better. I never use deodorant - the most I’ll do is grab a shower if I have to be scent free. If no one is going to be around, I’ll just let it build for days” I replied. “Mmmm, I want to smell that” Louis said while looking back at me with a smile.

Last of the story setup --------------- “You still want a ride home from a fag?” I asked sarcastically. “Oh yeah, please. And the offer of dinner and shower are still there if you want” Louis said. I wasn’t sure if he was really being honest with me or just being nice until his bike was fixed. I took him up on it and we wheeled the Yamaha out of the garage and I handed him a helmet. “Gotta play safe, too many bad drivers out there” I told him. It was ironic since with almost every other activity I rarely played safe. I locked the door and asked him “You ever ride bitch?” and he shook his head “no.” I explained how to get on after I did and told him “You can either hold on to the grab handles or me. I’ll go easy.” As we rolled away, I was surprised to feel his hands around my waist and it felt kind of good. At every stop his chest was against my back. We got to his place and he told me to park in his parking space in front of his car. We went up to his apartment which was a really nice two bedroom with a balcony overlooking the parking lot. He dug out a towel and said “Let me find something to eat while you shower. Burgers ok?” “Yeah, sure” I replied. I had kind of hoped he would shower with me, but that was asking way too much. I left the door open and stripped before I put the towel next to the shower and hopped in. I took my time, cleaning off the grease and dirt and enjoying the hot water on my body. When I finished, I stepped out and grabbed the towel and Louis was standing at the bathroom door in only a pair of basketball shorts looking at me. “Fuck. You just have more surprises, don’t you?” Louis asked. “What do you mean?” I asked, confused at what he meant. “Well, you left the door open so I assume you like people watching and that big fuckin’ ring on your cock” he said. “More like a habit. I never close the door at home since no one else is usually there, but yeah I don’t mind guys watching me naked. As far as the piercing, it’s one of many. I got it when I turned 21 and finally got it to 0 gauge last year. You like it?” I replied feeling him getting more comfortable. “Shit, that had to hurt. You take it out to fuck?” Louis asked. Laughing, I said “It really didn’t. It was one of the easiest piercings I’ve done. I take it out if someone asks, but usually just leave it in. It feels amazing for both bottom and top.” I had finished off drying and I was just standing there naked. I didn’t make any move to get my clothes. “You seem to be pretty interested in my body. Is there anything you want to see closer or touch?” I said with a smile. Louis turned bright red and fumbled for words. “I really don’t mind” I said as I walked closer to him. “Its just that some of the mods you have done I have thought about. We’re both hairy guys so now I can kind of see what it might look like on me” Louis explained as his fingers reached towards my pierced nipples. The moment he touched one, my cock immediately started to stiffen. “Careful there, you’ve awakened the monster” I said with a chuckle. “What?” he asked. “Your nipples aren’t wired to your cock? Mine are and it doesn’t take much” I said as I reached over and rubbed my thumb over his left nip. “Oh fuck!” he yelled out and I watched his shorts bulge out. “No one has ever played with your nips during sex or foreplay?” I asked incredulous. “Uh, no. Most women I’ve been with haven’t liked me playing with their tits either” Louis said. “Damn. You’re missing out. Its an amazing erogenous zone. Have you ever just explored another person’s body? Just let your fingers, lips or tongue touch and taste someone?” I asked. I could see he was getting shy about talking like this. “Uh.. not really. Uh… I…. Uh… I need to take a shower and wash the sweat and dirt off too” he said. “OK, I’ll take a look at dinner” I replied.

All men should have this condition. ? I love cum and I can only dream about finding a top with this. ? damn thats bareback bottoms dream.

I wrote about this some years back, in a previous account incarnation on here (barejackbro or barejackbro2 i forget which) in the Your Last Load section I think, but I met one guy who must've had hyperspermia at a naked party in a London cruise bar in 2016. When he shot his load in me it went on continuously pumping for about a minute. It blew my mind, so many pump shots I could feel in my ass because he stopped fucking, and went absolutely still, with his cock deep inside me. When I thought he'd finished I said wow, and started to move, but he stopped me, held me down, closed his eyes and said, hang on i;m not done yet. I felt then a couple more spurts hit inside me. All told he almost continuously came in me for about 90 seconds! And afterwards he claimed that occasionally he could pump for up to 2 or 3 minutes. Based on my experience, I did believe him. It was a memorable fuck!

I had a similar true-life experience last year at Burning Man in the Down Low Club mansex tent. Saw this young black guy standing in the darkness of one of the glory holes watching all the action while rubbing his cock in his shorts. I felt his hard cock in his pants and asked if he liked to fuck. "Sometimes," he replied shyly. "You looking for some butt?" I asked. His cock surged in my hand. "Yah," he whispered, almost as if he was embarrassed for anyone to hear. "C'mon," I coaxed, pulling him by his hard cock, leading him to a semi-private area. I kissed him and though he was shy, he quickly got into it and was a great kisser. I undid his pants and unleashed about 8" of hard, leaking cock. When I undid my shorts they dropped to the floor where I stepped out of them. While we kissed, played with my butt and quickly found my already fucked hole. I already had a couple loads in me. "You like to get fucked?" he asked. "Love to take it," I answered. "Fuckin' hot!" he rasped as he played with my cummy hole. He pushed me down on my knees and I took his cock in my mouth. Loved the taste under his slightly ripe foreskin. Eventually he moved us onto the mattress in the low lit space we were in where we continued to kiss on our knees facing each other. All the while I was jacking his hard 20-something cock while it smeared precum all over my arm. I was hot to get fucked by this guy. Eventually, he turned me around and moved in close behind me and I knew I was about to get fucked doggy. "Here's some lube," I said as I tossed him my bottle that I'd stashed between mattress and the side of the tent. It was taking him a little long to lube up so I looked back and found him putting a condom on. "Don't need that," I said. "Got too," he answered. "I don't fuck with them," I told him. "I do," he said as his hard cock found my hole. "No, man," I protested. "Relax," he commanded as he pushed inside of me forcefully. All remnants of his earlier shyness were gone. Normally, I don't ever let a man fuck me with a condom but this guy had me HOT to get fucked so I let him. Because of my earlier fucks, he slid right up to my second sphincter and was banging away at it. He was really getting into fucking me, whispering hot fuck talk about how hot fucking my hole was. Before long he was really into the fuck. As hot as that was, the condom was creating the irritation that they always do, reminding me why I don't fuck with them. I knew something had to change so I reached back and started pulling the condom from the base of his cock toward the tip. Finally I managed to pull it all the way off as he pulled out. "No, man, I can't," he whispered as I pushed the head of his bare cock at my hole. Ignoring him, I bucked back, taking him inside of me. "Really, I shouldn't," he protested as I pulled him deeper inside. He was tense, as if he was going to pull out but I kept a grip on his thigh and impaled myself on that big cock of his. "Fuuuuccckkkk!" he sighed as he relaxed and pushed all the way in. In no time he was banging away like before...except now bareback. By this time a couple other guys had joined us and were watching. "He took the rubber off of him," one of the guys told his buddy, holding up the condom I'd tossed aside. "Fuck, that's hot," his buddy replied. Both of them were jacking off watching us. Because he'd initially been shy I was afraid the other guys would spook my Top. "You fucking him bareback?" the first guy asked my young Top. Now I was really concerned he would pull out and bolt. Instead, he just fucked me harder. "Fuck yah, man. Fucking you bareback," he hissed at me, fucking me hard and deep, ignoring the other two. Over the next several minutes he fucked me like a wild man. I took a hit of poppers, pushed my hole out and suddenly he was way past my second hole. The fuck took on a whole new dimension as he fucked his big knob fast and furious through that tight ring deep in me. I don't even know how long he fucked me like that while I sniffed poppers, pushed out hard and took him deep. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he announced after who knows how long. "You want me to cum in you?" "Yah, fuckin' cum in me!" I groaned. While I was still on all fours, he suddenly jumped on my back, feet off the ground, and rammed his balls against my hole as he shot his load in me. He was so loud when he came that at first I didn't realize how much jizz he was shooting right up into my colon. I quickly figured it out though. It literally felt like he was pissing cum into me. I've never felt that sensation before---or since. But I'd love to. That hot fucker hosed me full of cum. Before he pulled out, my lower belly rumbled as his cum moved deeper into me. For real, guys! My gut was so full, I had the urge to push it out yet held my muscles tight as my gut took it deeper, gurgling and rumbling. Too fuckin' hot! He didn't stay in me long before he pulled his still hard cock out of me, stood up, pulled his shorts on, grabbed his shirt and shoes and split without saying a word. I never saw him again but I'll be looking for him again this year! After he left I just lay face down on the mattress all fucked out yet with a big grin on my face. It wasn't long before the two guys who'd been watching us started playing with my ass. They both ended up having their way with me...but that's another memory I'll be happy to share later!

I did not write this. I found it long ago on the BBexchange site. I think it's hot as fuck. (Warning: extreme, snuff discussed)) BROTHERHOOD CIRCLE (or Never Fall In Love With Your Gifter) by Anonymous As was their regular practice, Rick and the Boys arrived an hour before the meeting to setup the hall. As soon as they entered the room, Todd and Chris pealed off their clothes and tossed them under the card table near the door, then helped Rick pull out the chairs for the "Brotherhood Circle" the muscles of their hot young bodies rippling under their taut skin as they moved and stretched around the room. Rick fought the impulse to get down on his knees and suck Todd's incredibly beautiful Prick as he had done on a number of occasions. The sight and sound of its growing girth slapping against Todd's muscled thigh sent Rick's own organ stirring beneath his trousers. Setting-up always gave Rick a twinge of sexual excitement, as the meetings were always a surprise, and always hot. At one point Chris stopped Rick in mid-stride and kiddingly started tugging at his belt. "You're not gonna let us be the only ones in our birthday suits, are you?" he joked. At which point his partner reached over and pulled Rick's loose fitting T-shirt up over his head. Now that he was full-blown, Rick was embarrassed by his body, the changes, his loss of muscle tone, the extreme weight loss. It never ceased to amaze him how other guys thought he was so damn hot. He was very plain looking, but ever since he started loosing weight and showing symptoms, many of the guys couldn't keep their hands off him. And not just Chasers who were after any infected Cum they could get, either. He couldn't believe how some incredibly hot men wanted him. Like Todd and Chris and quite a few others. And then there was Paul, incredibly humpy Paul. "Funny, but now that I'm finally getting sick, sex is fucking incredible!" he mused and helped the Boys put the chairs out into a large circle. "How many chairs do you think we'll need tonight?", the blonde asked. Todd looked at this partner contemplatively and replied "last week we had 26” I know Greg and Bill are planning on coming and a few other guys I talked to on-line are gonna be here. Better put out ten more." "That's a lot of Buggers!" Chris quipped, "Man, that's a lot of Buggers!" The three men laughed. In the "old days" Rick did all this work himself. In fact, he helped form the group three years ago with just three other men, meeting in each other's apartments, talking about how they wanted to Convert. Fearful at first of sharing their wish to get AIDS with other men, and their desire to ultimately die from the disease. Sucking each other off; fucking each other in long, sweaty marathons that would last well into the next afternoon. Getting tested together. Even dying. Once they had the large circle of chairs completed, Todd walked over to the corner and began pulling-out large padded vinyl mats into an area on one side of the room. As he did so, the muscles of his back flexed as did those of his tight bubble ass. From across the room Rick admired how the soft hairs caressed Todd's ass cheeks, accentuating the wonderfully dark and inviting fissure that Rick's tongue and Penis knew so well. This was Todd's favorite part of the evening: the "Fellowship." Chris joined his husband in setting up this area. The naked young men teased each other and laughed as they moved several large laminated black cubes out and placed them strategically among the mats. Chris opened a large metal storage cabinet and removed several large bowls of Vaseline and tubes of lube, which he set out on the cubes. Todd reached in to the cabinet and pulled out three baskets of black butt plugs, stacking them in his arms and securing them with his chin, stepping back and forth like an unsure juggler, his Cock flapping in a wide arch in the air as he tip-toes toward the cubes.. "Can't forget these babies!" he said to his husband, balancing the baskets under his chin as his balls swung back and forth. "I knew that you wouldn't forget your favorite toys!" his young husband chuckled back in response, sticking a finger into Todd's eager young rectum then licking his finger with a loud "Yum!". The "Fellowship" evolved from the two hour long "Brotherhood Circle" during which time men would give their own personal testimonials, talked, shared feelings and generally supported each other in worshiping the Virus. Often they supported each other to the point of ejaculation and as mutual jerk-off and sucking became more and more commonplace it was felt that these actions were becoming rather disruptive to the main reasons for the group, so a second component, the "Fellowship" was devised so that, once aroused, men could enjoy fluid exchange in a "no-holds-barred" atmosphere. The testimonials then served a dual purpose: they helped the men feel comfortable with getting and receiving the Bug and made them aroused enough to do something about it after the general meeting. Once they witnessed the Brotherhood Circle, few men did not stay for the Fellowship, which was Todd's favorite part of the evening. Conspicuously absent from the Fellowship play area were any tissues or paper towels. The group frowned on such things and insisted that all ejaculates be made into an orifice, usually a rectum or a hungry mouth. Cum - especially POZ Cum - was regarded as sacred and should not be defamed by being wasted. Any "spillage" was to be licked-up off the matte, floor, cubes or from other men's bodies. This was Todd's favorite assignment and he would spend quite a bit of time at the conclusion of the evening on all fours, Cum infused ass high in the air, licking-up any "accidents". Todd also spent a good part of his time making sure that men had plenty of "accidents". He was a hot sight indeed, his virile young body moving on all fours among the naked men, licking and sucking Cum from any surface, being mounted by yet another hot POZ Prick, till his thigh's glistened with revelries of sticky Infected Nuclear Man Milk. The Sacred Croak Cream would slowly trail its way out over his hairy young ass, down his thigh's, his hairy legs, then would drip down onto the black mat, to be reverentially licked and ingested by another group member, also on all fours, licking up any new ejaculates. At the conclusion of the meeting, Chris would come over to his husband, embrace him and insert one of the butt plugs between his violated ass cheeks to make sure that any new viral strains would be held captive inside his husband's firm young buttocks. Todd liked nothing better then to go home with his boyfriend on the subway, butt plug firmly planted up in his ass, damning-up all that bubbling Death Seed. Todd would sit on the subway car, feeling the plug slowly inch up his violated ass, pushing millions squirming deadly Sperm cells into his eager system. Todd would sit with a lewd smile on his face, patches of coagulated Cum dotting his neatly trimmed goatee, his arm over Chris's shoulder, hugging him close. Another hot night. Another chance to get that one final lethal injection that they each lusted after. Another chance for yet more AIDS cells to multiply within him, to incubate and exchange with his sweet husband. The group grew slowly over the last couple of years and Rick became the default leader. Once he did manage to convert to HIV Positive, there was no stopping him. Even the bouts with the flu, pneumonia and other setbacks didn't keep him from participating. In fact, despite his modest looks, he found that his popularity skyrocketed along with his Viral Load. Thin even when he was in his best of health, the Virus now accentuated his nerdish looks, large nose, oily, unkempt black hair and big brown plastic glasses with perpetually soiled lenses. But the men wanted him. Big time. He tried to structure the group; make it into something other then a fuck club. A place were Chasers could find support and Gifters could help them make the transition in a supportive and understanding way and indiscriminately share their Infection with the nervous newcomers. Originally, he wanted this to be a support group with no sexual activity, except periodically scheduled ritual inseminations. But men are men and boys are boys and gradually the group - and Rick - loosened-up a bit and "fluid exchange" became a regular component of the meetings. The group really took-off when Chris and Todd got involved. Rick met Todd on line in a bareback chat room and invited him to a meeting. That's where Todd met Chris and it was love at first sight. Both the "boys" as Rick referred to them, were then Chasers, Chris being the most forward and adventurous of the two. During that first meeting, Chris sat next to an older guy who announced that his doctor told him he was dying from AIDS. (and who in fact act did die three months later.) Chris casually began massaging the man's dick during the meeting, leaning over to suck it, play with his balls, pinch his nipples. Even though it was announced that sex was prohibited during the sessions, Chris nonchalantly got up and sat on the guy's throbbing cock, facing the group. He slowly went up and down on the man's Infected Bug Blaster while the man's hairy arms rubbed Chris's torso up in down in silent admiration, the hairy forearms a stark contrast to the young man's smooth well muscled chest and abdomen. With several of the men beating off in silent accompaniment, the man finally came with a loud sigh during meeting announcements. Chris casually got off the still throbbing Prick and sat back down in his seat, infected Bug Juice oozing out of his incredible ass onto the metal seat of his chair. Chris spent the rest of the meeting playing with the man's limp cock, gathering up the oozing Fuck Cream in his fingers and nonchalantly inserting it back into his hot young hole. During that night's Fellowship, Todd made a beeline to the Chris and the older man and confessed that he too wanted what Chris got. Chris teased him while he knelt before the old man, hungrily gobbling his infected Prick, bringing it to attention. Chris coaxed the hot young man to mount the rigid Death Stick and take his first Infected Load. Both young men bathed the man with their tongues, worshiping his dying body, eating out each other's newly bred asses for all the men to enjoy. Chris coaxed Todd to join him and the man at his apartment for a more intimate breeding session, which Todd eagerly accepted. During that weekend and on subsequent nights, the two young studs wore the old man out, but took several loads of infected Croak Cream. At the next meeting the following week, Todd and Chris announced to the group that they were "going steady." Of course their interpretation of "going steady" meant that they were going to get infected together and were regular little pigs about it. Chris converted 7 weeks later and Todd was not too far behind. They moved in together and became regular fixtures at the Men's Circle Fellowship as the group became known. They even requested a "commitment ceremony" and asked the old man if he would mount each of them during the festivities, depositing one of his final loads into them as Chris showered hot obscenities into his ear and dozens of men stood and knelt around, beating off enthusiastically. It pleased the newly weds very much to know that the old man who was first to breed them died only two months after their "marriage." Now the boys were in a race to see which one would get the most lethal strain of HIV. Rick had his money on Chris, though Todd was not feeling too well lately. "Such gorgeous guys!", Rick thought to himself as the two lath young bodies rippled with every bend and gesture, their sizeable Dicks flapping around in the air, slapping against their muscular thighs as they walked. "Too bad they won't see 30. Not even 24!" Todd and Chris made themselves the unofficial greeters for the group and they manned their stations at the card table, setting out the name tags they had designed on Todd's computer, featuring a biohazard symbol and a plus sign, a minus sign and a question mark. They would enter the guest's name on the tag with a felt tip pen, and circle the sign that corresponded to the guest's HIV status. Most men knew the routine. There was always a lot of hugging and kissing as the boys would welcome a friend or past fuck partner. They would open the man's shirt or pull it over his head jokingly, and place a nametag on his bare chest, making sure that the guys with the hairiest chests got their tags placed on good and firmly, so that it would cause more then a little discomfort when they were ripped off at the end of the evening. As most men that they were expected to strip for the meeting and put their clothes under their chairs, but men who wished to remain fully (or partially clothed could do so and were not pressured.) Some men preferred not to strip, usually new comers. But upon seeing these two incredibly beautiful young men greeting them at the door, most men willingly - and often rather earnestly -disrobed with out any encouragement. Rick busied himself with some of the paper work and announcements for the meeting as the men began arriving. He noticed there was a line at the door and Todd was on his knees playfully rimming out a new arrival, who was bent over the table writing his name on a tag. "Hey, what about me!" Chris chided and got down on his knees next to his partner and playfully pushed him away, inserting his face into the man's hairy crack. Todd pulled the man's ass cheeks closed on his boyfriend's face and the men in the line chuckled. "Next!" Chris called-out as he stood up to tend to his duties, his face wet with ass juice. "Let me have some of that!" an older gentleman with gray hair responded as he leaned over the table, putting his arm around Chris' neck, pulling him close, licking the boy's face and chin. "Hey Doc!" Todd responded. "How's tricks, Doc?" The Doctor disengaged a deep French kiss from the blonde's mouth and responded: "I think that they're fine, just fine!" nodding toward a tall young man standing next to him, with a muscle shirt and large chain choker around his neck. The young man was hot as hell, as were all of the Doc's other "nephews." Doc Dan was a regular fixture at the meetings. Dispensing advice and plenty of chemical stimulants, Virus and anything else "his boys" needed. Thanks to Doctor Dan, so many of the group members progressed rapidly, having the time of their (young) lives. Fucking like animals until their untimely end. In fact, so many of Doctor Dan's boys died of AIDS that the group members jokingly referred to him as Doc Death, not without irony, and not without admiration. "How are my best patients?" the older man asked the young couple. "You guys need any more stuff?" "If we got any more, we'd fuck our brains out!" Todd responded wryly, referring to the Doctor's reputation of supplying group members with high potency aphrodisiacs. "He already cum 7 times a day, Doc," Chris told the Doctor, putting his arm around his husband's neck and kissing his cheek. Todd's rigid Cock twitched in involuntary response. Todd added: "But maybe you can help Chris get re-Bugged? He really wants to get a lethal dose." "Well, Kenny here is bubbling-over with a new strain that I just got from Europe. Let's talk and plan something at the Clinic" their physician offered. The young couple nodded in agreement, eyeing the Doctor's young "nephew" appreciatively. The fellow nodded without any indication of emotion on his face. Chris handed the young man his name tag as Kenny peeled-off his shirt. A extremely large red circle was marked prominently around the "+" sign on the tag. "Just so we all know were the good juice is," Chris joked to the stud, who didn't seem interested in anything that was said; he just stood and rubbed the growing lump in his pants, eyeing Chris suggestively. Next in line was a young red-haired college boy, whose timid, naive manner made Todd and Chris perk-up their Peckers. "Welcome!" Chris greeted, leaning over the table and kissing the redhead on the lips. "You're new!" The boy averted Chris's gaze and looked down. "Your name?" Todd asked. "Stephen." "Status?" "Neg." "Not for long!" Chris teased in response. The student blushed. "He's so cute," Chris commented to his husband, making the boy blush even more. "Can we screw him, honey?" Todd smiled and helped the redhead remove his shirt, and placed the nametag on his chest. "Nice" Todd commented appreciatively, rubbing his bare hand on the boy's smooth chest. A man behind the boy reached around him and undid his belt and loosened his jeans, which dropped around the redhead's ankles. Todd pulled the kid's briefs down to his kneels and whistled as he examined the growing Cock in his hands. "This is nice too!" Todd offered. The man started kneading the boy's ass, while Todd jerked the Cock to erection. He Frenched the boy who melted in Todd's arms. The Boys seemed to have that effect on a lot of new comers. "Take a seat and we'll be over later. Save a chair on each side of you," the student was instructed as he stepped out of his clothes and gathered them up in his arms. The redhead walked to an empty chair, his veiny red Cock arching unabashedly in front of him, like some large, lewd, aroused snake. The large mushroom head grew bright crimson and the veins began to grow and throb. Shinny, drops of Boy Dew began to droll out of the opening. "Whew!" one of the older men whistled a daddy type with large mustache and a stomach to match. The boy's fleshy pink ass jiggled as he walked across the hall, making the Daddy's Pecker seep Man dew appreciatively. The man could anticipate the moist warm receptacle that the boy's body offered and, catching the Daddy's glance, the boy blushed nervously "You want to get Knocked-up real fast, baby?" the daddy asked the boy. "I can give it to you right now, come'ere!" The boy nervously sat down, holding his clothes in his lap to hide his growing shame. "Leave the boy alone, Hank," another older man scolded, "He's nervous. Give him time. Let him enjoy it." "Don't worry, we won't let anybody POZ you till you're ready." The second man was an effeminate type, mid-50's. He walked over to the boy's chair and, standing behind him, he started to pat his freckled back, rubbing, them massaging the taut skin, as his own engorged cockhead left wet trails along the back of the boy's neck. "You can go when you want to go, baby. Trust me. It will be incredible." "You have plenty of time for that Death Fuck; You DO want your Death Fuck, don't you." The boy stared as if he did not hear the question, but he gradually relaxed. "That's it, relax. Put those clothes under your chair and let us see what you brought us. The boy obediently did as he was told, sitting now totally naked and exposed, his knees knocked together more from the cold air then from fear. "You're a beauty," the older man said, reaching down over the boy's shoulder and grabbing the incredibly large Red Erection, squeezing pre-Cum from the head. "You want to Convert, don't you baby? " the effeminate man cooed at the newcomer. This time, the student nodded in agreement. "That's all you can think of, isn't it?" The boy nodded again, his hungry young Cock visibly jerking larger as he nodded. The boy wanted it. Bad. If these people only know how much. "Well, you just relax, sit back and enjoy the meeting. You'll be beggin' for it by the time we're through with you tonight!" The boy did what he was told and sat back and relaxed, less nervous about his Erection, but still shy, fearful and inhibited. He looked around the room, there were now about 20 men seated, almost all of them naked, most with hard-ons. Some sitting and talking to their neighbors or other naked men who stood around in small clusters. Most of the men had erections, some were actually dripping worse then he was. The boy marveled at the beauty of men's bodies, how their erect Cocks bobbed in the air before them when they walked like some profane flag. How the Dew glistened from their immense swollen tips, announcing their readiness to copulate, inseminate, to create life - and in his case he hoped - to destroy it. The boy sat mesmerized. His angry red Cock bobbing and swaying in front of him, poking out proudly from the crop of bushy red pubic hair like some hungry demon, demanding satisfaction and pulling him after it into a lustful and inevitable abyss of pleasurable self destruction. Some men were sitting, legs apart, slowly massaging their Fuck Poles. One man in particular, who looked like he was in his late 30's, was incredibly hot and masculine. Buzz cut, hairy chest, nice thick thighs, hairy legs. Nothing on but gym socks. He sat back in his chair, pelvis arched forward, slowly jerking off what the kid thought was an eight incher, staring directly at the kid from his seat across the large circle. All that evening, the man didn’t take his eyes off the redhead. The boy actually started to get beads of sweat on his forward not knowing how to react, feeling scrutinized. He would look away, then jab a quick look back to see if the man was still staring. And he was. The boy kept playing that game until, halfway through the meeting he gave up and give in to the man, the boy opened his legs, arched his timid, unschooled pelvis forward and let his hungry, young red Cock take control. He ceased averting the man's gaze. He became captured. He began to beat off with the man, staring into those deep, dark eyes. The boy did not know it, but that night he set eyes on the man who was going to kill him. Literally. And, in just a few hours he would be actually begging the man to do it. In fact, demanding that the man infect him, fuck his hole, kill him with his Infected, Deadly, Mother Fucken' Cum. Breed Him. Make him his Death Pig. He was the Man's Whore Boy. He would give everything, his body, his health, his life to the man, just to give the man a few minutes of carnal pleasure. He wanted the man's Seed. In his passion and submission, the boy would finally scream it for all the men to hear: "Give it to me!! Give my you Cum, Man. I want it. I want AIDS. Please give me AIDS. Kill me Man, Kill my Fucken Hole." The man would not only loosen the boy's virgin neg ass, his beautiful young body, but his entire soul. By the end of the night, the man would have the boy spewing profanities that he never could even think before. By the end of the night, the boy would fall hopelessly and impossibly in love with Ned, his Gifter and his Sweet Murderer. Ned. Former college linebacker. Former Marine. Former cost accountant with the High Mount School District, now on medical leave. Full-blown Ned. Lethal Ned. Breeder Ned. "You should never fall in love with your Gifter," the boy would have been told had he cared to listen during the meeting. And never fall in love with Ned, Stephen. Certainly not Ned. "We could tell you stories, Steve" the group would have warned him. "Let Ned fuck you if you want, but don't let him fuck you over." But, once Ned's stare had the boy transfixed, he was a goner. It was only a matter of time, till Ned would have him impaled on his Throbbing Croak Stick, blasting Liquid Death into the boy's soft young buns. It would only be a matter of time till the boy would become infected, go full-blown, and begin to whither away, all the while hoping beyond hope that Ned would return, it not his love, at least his phone calls. It was only a matter of time. When Ned set his gaze on the boy, the countdown began. The clock began ticking. The boy’s life began slipping away. He now had a limited time left. 27 months, 14 days to be exact, before Ned's hungry Seed claimed yet another young victim. All of his parents plans for him, a career, a good long healthy life, all of them were now derailed by that hot Ex-Marine's eyes and mesmerizingly fat Death Stick. But even if the redhead would have known all these things, it would not have dissuaded him from showering that evening, brushing his hair, putting on his hottest pair of jeans, stuffing his sizeable Cock into his briefs and taking the subway to Mill Creek Station Number 7, to 1345 Cannel Street. It would not have dissuaded him from opening that door and entering into the Men's Circle Fellowship. Not in the least. Like a drowsy sleepwalker, the boy knew exactly what he was doing when he followed-up on that blast mail. He set his own clock and his body embraced Ned's gaze with all its soul. The countdown had begun.

We laid in bed for a few more minutes in silence before I asked “Was that the first time you tasted cum?” He blushed and replied “No, I usually catch it and lick my hand clean after I jack off.” “Cool. Me too” I replied. I wondered how many other things he tried but before I could start asking he said “So… how do gay guys decide who’s the guy and who’s the girl?” “Well, it’s top and bottom… or in other countries - active or passive. Usually you have to talk about it . There’s a few guys you can assume based on their actions, but that can be embarrassing if you’re wrong. Some guys are exclusively tops and are the ones who fuck. Some are always bottoms and get fucked. And some are versatile, like me, who do both. For me, it depends on my mood and who I’m with as to whether I top or bottom” I explained. Louis nodded and I continued explaining how there is a huge gray area because some tops like to suck and get rimmed and some don’t. “Damn, that’s complicated” Louis said. “Not really much worse than with straight sex. Even there, you have some women who like to fuck guys with a strap-on. Some like their tits played with and some don’t. Some suck dick and some will beat your ass if you try to make them. It’s just that with fucking, it’s de facto that the guy is going to fuck the girl in the pussy. Have you done anything besides basic straight sex?” I asked. “Not really” he replied. He almost seemed to be embarrassed about how vanilla his sex life had been. “I know you hadn’t done anal, but no toys? Bondage? S&M? Groups?” I probed. “I caught one girlfriend using a vibrator and another suggested going to a sex party but that was right before I found out she was cheating on me so we didn’t go” Louis said. The light bulb over my head went on and I got up and walked over to the closet, pulling out a box and setting it next to the bed. I pulled a couple dildos out of the box and laid them on the bed. I dragged Louis off the bed and went into the bathroom and showed him how to clean his ass out. We went back to the bed and I had him lay on his back. I reached into the drawer in the bedstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. I pushed him back on to his shoulders and told him to hold his ankles right before I spit on his hole. “Hey, I just cleaned that” he joked. I got the last laugh though as I buried my face in his ass and began to give him is first rim job. The loud moans were interspersed with “OH FUCK!” “OHSHIT!” “Oh my fucking god!” My tongue licked and probed, I sucked and pushed spit into his hole and then I added a finger to the mix. Rubbing around the ring I pushed the spit inside with my finger. He clenched his ass tight around my finger and I stopped. “Relax, Louis. It’s ok” I said and slowly felt his sphincter loosen. I played with his hole with one finger and when he seemed ok with one knuckle deep, I worked in deeper. One finger became two and when he had no problems with two getting pushed in all the way I pulled them out. I grabbed the small dildo and slicked it up with lube and then rubbed the end over his pucker. I pushed gently and watched the fake cock enter his hole. I spent ten minutes working his hole with the dildo listening to him moan until he could take all four inches of the thin shaft. I reached over and grabbed the bigger dildo and repeated the process. This one went in easier as he now was used to being penetrated. After a little more than five minutes, I started to rub my rock hard cock with lube. I pulled the dildo out and tossed it to the side as I stood up and guided his ass lower. I wished I had put the ring back in, but it was probably better this way. I added some more lube to his hole and pushed it in with my finger. My cock head nestled into the quivering opening and I looked into Louis’s eyes. His mouth was open but he wasn’t making any sound and his eyes were locked to mine. I smiled and pushed in gently, feeling the warm flesh part and wrap around my cock. The prep had done it’s job and while I paused every half inch or so, he seemed to be doing ok. I got a little over half way in with my “almost” seven inch cock and started to rock back and forth. I heard some light grunts from Louis but he never asked me to stop. I pulled out and dripped some more spit on his hole and then went back to slowly fucking my cock in deeper. “Ready?” I asked. He looked a little confused but nodded ‘yes’ so I slowly pushed the rest of the way in and our bodies were firmly connected. I stayed like that for half a minute and then pulled back and started Louis’ first real fuck. I mixed it up - short and long, slow and fast and he seemed mesmerized staring back at me. There were grunts and moans which got louder when I fucked harder and deeper and they tapered off when I slowed things down. I saw that Louis’s cock now had an endless rope of precum dripping out of the piss slit and over the thick pelt on his stomach. I stopped at one point and scooped some of it onto my finger and then sucked it off, savoring the taste. I had been fucking him for almost twenty minutes and I could feel my balls start to churn again. I figured Louis probably couldn’t take much more. I really wanted to try several more positions, but I put them off for our next fucks. And based on how he seemed to be taking this fuck, there would be more. I thrust in faster and harder and pounded him for a few minutes as my balls prepared their next load. Louis’s eyes opened wide as I drove my cock as deep as it would go and then felt the pulses of cum flood his body. He let out a loud whimper as my cock throbbed inside him. After the pulses faded I stood there a moment enjoying the feeling of his tight, warm hole filled with my spunk. I leaned forward and he let go of his legs and we began to kiss, my cock still planted in him. My cock began to soften and before it fell out we rolled on our sides and kissed some more. The last words I heard from him as we drifted off to sleep were “I guess I’m not a virgin anymore.”

I went during Folsom last year. Was an amazing experience, got fucked raw by a few guys in a sling, hot arab guy with a a big dick knew how to treat my hole, Then spent a lot of time in the bath tub there getting pissed on and drinking loads. Loved walking back to my Hostel stinking of piss. That and the Poz night I went to were highlights...wish I could afford to go back this year but I can't. Also had a huge amount of success in the Boiler sauna. Amazing place that is too, really nice, high end facilities...then amazing and huge sex maze. The slings are just a little too high though. Also have to say while I have a big dick and seems far above the average here, I never felt so average as I did in Berlin, with many guys having much bigger dicks then me.

try it in a sling. guys can really strangle the fuck out of you and still pound your ass as hard as they want.plus when theyre done using me, the next guy can slide in and start fucking me even if im unconcious.its hot waking up with a completely new stranger fucking you knowing that the last guy bred me and walked away without giving a fuck about some choked out whore.

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.

Personally, I think a better name might have been the Poz Pit. That way, it's alliterative. But I tend to focus on minor details, so don't mind me. LOL

How the owners and members use an FNG, so what does an FNG stand for Fucking New Guy. You are new meat to be used in the limits you signed up for. If you had too many boundaries, they would not accept you into the group. I said I'm willing to be degraded and ready to go to events. Growing up on a farm this is a way for me to do some traveling, and see other people. Folsom Street East held in New York City was on 27th st. Before it, they moved to 28th st. Between 10th & 11th Ave. When I went the first attended. Being only one block long it gets crowded fast, and the temperature makes it hot. As I was an FNG all I wore were boots my chastity device and the chain with a lock around my neck. One of the group members had a dog leash attached to the chain and paraded me around. Their many people giving away free condoms and advice on safe sex like 90% of the people that attend are Gay Males. They introduced to a few people as a new FNG, and some put their hands on my butt cheeks and give me a squeeze and a compliment and ask my status and age. That night the members of the farm throw a party where they were using me as a urinal for thous who had Tina in their system, so not to wasted, as the bottoms they had were cum dumps. As much I want to get my hole used it was not and seeing the cum dumps getting fuck was driving me crazy, and it was painful as my dick strained against the cage it was locked up in. The piss Tina I ingested was the only good thing that happened, on the way home I smelled like piss, and I like it. Folsom Street San Franciso. This event takes over many blocks of streets with about 300,000 people attending. Again I' locked up in chastity with just boots with a lock chain around my neck. Sam takes me over to Master Taino for a flogging; we talk its all about consent and Master/slave dynamic. He tells me my back will have some marks and if I ok with them, I'm ok with them as it's like a badge of honor walking around with them here. Master Tiano ties me to a Saint Andrews cross and takes his hand across my body before the flogger is drag sensually across me. The first few hits are light as he is warming me up and stops every so often to checks in with me before he starts to hit me harder. My back and ass are getting a workout as some of the hits are so hard I think he is going to knock over the cross with me attached to it. I look around and see we have attracted a large crowd and some are taking pictures. Sam is laughing as Master Tiano is taking me down and hugging me and as my back is raw with a red ass. We walk around, and I'm getting a hardon with the way people are looking at me. Sam says bends over, pulls out his dick I know what that means as someone he knows starts to talk to him and ask if he can have a taste. I feel his tongue on my sweaty hot hole, and his finger go in my hole as he withdraws he says to Sam nice hole and shoves his dick in balls deep and starts to fuck me hard. As he fucks me, I see people gathering around, and a few are asking Sam if they can use my hole. After the first one drops his load in my ass, I feel his cum running down my leg. The second person with a P.A. drives right in, as he is thick as he fucks my ass. I see next to me is someone who is cleaning off the dicks after they fuck me. I think 5 or 6 people fuck me as when I stood up people were cheering as Sam handed me a butt plug so I won't be leaking on the streets. I'm walking with flogging marks on my back and a butt plug in my ass as I see others getting fuck, doing blow jobs, getting fisted, pissed on, whipped, suspended. On stage, people are flagging, and I like doing that at the Gay Pride parade in New York so I ask Sam if I can go up there. They have extra flags for me to use, so the 3 of us are waving the rainbow-colored flag to the music, and we are having a great time. I might post about going down the rabbit hole not sure right now.

PART 6 I spent the whole drive over shaking I was so nervous. Over and over i told myself to just turn around and what what was I thinking risking so much? The first time I didn’t know til it was too late , but this was different. And I couldn’t pretend to myself it wasn’t. My hard cock and hungry ass were leading me, overpowering every thought I had to just get away! There was no hiding it, Tim had told me flat out. He was hiv positive, poz as he called it. And he didn’t use condoms. And he had no intention of pulling out. And I had seen that huge cock and knew how deep it could be when he came. And I had seen those giant cum producing balls. He had to shoot a massive load. He will fill me up with it, his sperm. His HIV positive sperm. Spurt after spurt, his cock all the way inside me erupting. And fear took more of a backseat. I was a horny as hell 18 year old that had just discovered bottoming and had done it with a hot experienced hung top. And he had fucked me bareback and cum in me my first time. I couldn’t help wanting more. And I knew how amazing Tim was, how he had made it feel so good, had made me so hungry for cock and so wanting to be a proud gay bottom. A bareback bottom now, on my way to see him again. Still shaking, I rang his bell and he answered obviously nude and obviously knowing it would be me knocking. “I’m so glad you are here. I have thought about that hot ass so many time these last few days. And the way that mouth felt on my cock. And the taste of your asshole. Wanna go straight up?” He welcomed me shutting the door. Nodding eagerlly at home he responded by leading me up to the room I had been in before. This time, I was tearing at my clothes, my cock like steel already and eyes focused on Tim’s already hard meat. Naked, I fell to my knees and licked the shaft from the base to the head, before swirling my tongue around the big mushroom head. Tasting precum, I lost my self and opened wide and took as much as I could. Concentrating on relaxing my throat, I tried to take more and more burn woukd gag occasionally and have to back off. I was trying my best to please him, to be a good cocksucker. “Fuck yeah”, he growled, “that’s so good. Suck that fucking dick. Get it ready. I’m gonna fuck you with it in about 30 seconds.” I grew every more eAger in my sucking, wanting to show my enthusiasm for what he said. “Get up, get on the bed on your back and pull your legs up,” he ordered as he reached for his lube and applied some to my hole and to his cock. Standing over me, his cock head an inch from my starving hole, he looked down and asked me, “what’s my boy want? Does my boy want me to put my cock inside him right now?” “Yes! Fuck yes”, I cried out. “There’s no condom on this cock”, he whispered as he began to tease my hole by rubbing the tip against it. “No condom. No condom.”, I repeated in an almost begging tone. He was driving me to the edge, making me want him so badly. “Should I pump all of my cum Into your hole when I shoot? Should I give you my sperm when we both know I am hiv positive? What do you want?”, he whispered as the pressure on my hole gradually increased. “I want you to cum in me, fill me up with it! All of it! PleAse just please fuck me til you cum!” I whimpered. With that, he pushed in and i I felt that piercing pain followed by a dull ache as my almost virgin hole tried to relax. He gently worked his big meat into me, slowly rocking his hips pushing deeper and deeper. Then starting to take longer strokes as my breath became gasps and I started losing myself to the sensations of pleasure in my hole. It wasn’t long til I was lost. The only thing on earth that mattered was Tim and his huge cock and me and my tight little hole. We were connected. Eyes locked, him grunting and huffing as I began to feel my breAth knocked out with every deep stroke. His ball were now slapping against me when he drove home and I reveled in knowing he was in me ball deep. I was taking all of him. Raw. He was pumping hArd and his thrusts began to pick up speed, his ups bucking erratically. I recognized this from last time and concentrated on trying to take every single bit of that cock inside me while squeezing and miliking it. “Fuck yes, squeeze that fucking cock Chris. Earn that load. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my sperm in you.” He grunted. “Fucking please cum in me. Please cum in me. I want it in me. I want your cum all inside me. I won’t let it leak at all. Please!” I begged him. “Big poz load. Gonna give it to you. Fucking dump that cum deep inside you.!” He muttered between clenched teeth as he was slamming into me. “Yeah. Big load. Big poz load. Inside me. All of it. Poz load inside me. Poz load inside Me.” I just kept saying it. Then I felt it his pace grew ever faster and then he drove deep and collapsed onto me and i felt that huge rod pulse and throb as his sperm entered me and splattered into my guts. I squeezed and milked it and wrapped my arms around him to hold him insode me. The throbs slowly ebbed and he pulled back up and looked down at me. My stomach was covered in my own cum? I had shot without touching myself. He made no move to pull out and I made no attempt to back off it. Instead I looked up with a guilty grin and knew inside there was no way I could stop doing this. Getting fucked without condoms and taking Tim’s cum. It was like a drug. I was already hooked. What was I gonna do now? This is crazy! But fuck his cum is in me and that thought still scared me but it was turning me on more. A lot more.

PART 2 As I started to cAtch my breath, the knowledge that an HIV positive guy had just cum inside me hit me more. I was still riding the waves of pleasure from getting fucked though and looked down at my still rock hard cock and realized I had completely ignored it. It hadn’t mattered to me. All of my pleasure had come from my hole. And that pleasure had been more amazing than anything I had ever felt. I knew I couldn’t not have more, whatever the risk was gonna be. He had lit a fire in me. His hard cock had. And his cum. His hot cum that was hiv positive and currently soaking into me, my body absorbing it. As his softening cock slowly slid out of me, I immediately instinctively clamped my hole shut. It seemed important to keep it all in me. “Chris, that was the hottest hole I have fucked in years. I swear, your hole gripped my cock like you literally needed it in you. And i’m So happy you decided to let me breed you and give you my cum. It’s a special bond we have now. You have my seed inside you, my essence.” I was so happy. I was a good bottom. He had loved fucking me. “I couldn’t help it. Once you were inside me, it felt so good. And I didn’t want it to stop. And... I don’t know why, but all of a sudden it just seemed like I needed your cum.” I was embarrassed saying the last part. I couldn’t understand it really, I just knew what it felt like. And at the time, something clicked and I needed it. I would have begged if I had had to, but didn’t say that. He looked down at me and smiled. “My boy found his inner cum slut. I knew when I saw you that you would be special. Some guys get fucked and some guys are bottoms Chris. You are a bottom. Bottoms need cock in their holes. They don't use condoms. Taking cum becomes an addiction. A need. I have a feeling my cute young friend, that your hole is going to need lots of hot cum to be happy.” As I lay on the thin mattress with a near strangers cum flooded in my hole, my cock still hard, what he had just said ran in my head over and over. I had been fucked before and it had been just ok. Not great at all. The fucking I had just taken in this tiny little room had been the exact opposite. It had been the hottest sex I had ever had or even thought of. I had never felt so alive, had never wanted a cock so badly. And it had occurred to me more than once, a guy with HIV had shot a huge load in my ass and I wasn’t scared or freaking out. I was grateful. It was like.... it was like he had showed me the secret. “I don’t even know what’s happening, but I can’t help it. Nothing ever felt that good before.” Now he rose off the bed and looked at me intently. “My boy has a look that is telling me his hole is still hungry.” I nodded, a little embarrassed to admit it, even to him. It was all so new. “Let’s go find you a nice big cock to fill you up again. Do you want that? To feel another man’s cock throbbing as he shoots his sperm into your willing little ass?” My eyes big, my cock like steel, I rose off the bed too and took his hand as he opened the door and began to lead me down the narrow hall towards whatever or whoever was next. I was scared and nervous, but most of all excited and horny. And I knew I wanted more.

5. "You need another hit from the pipe," TJ said. "I do?" I asked. My head was swimming already. I had already done more tina than I had planned, done more poppers than I wanted, and now TJ was suggesting that I continue the process. "Yeah," TJ said. "Get you to the next level." Before I could protest, he had stuck the pipe in my mouth, and was already adjusting the flame on the torch. "Tweaked out faggot boy," he said, as I started to inhale the thick clouds. "Make it good for me," he said. I focused on the pipe and the tendrils of white vapor forming in the bowl. It was far easier than the alternative, which was to focus on my now empty hole. The loads from the three different men were mixing inside of me. My body was absorbing the sperm, learning and incorporating the jizz into a permanent part of me. I would never be able to say I was a pure white man again. "That's what I want from you," TJ said, as I sucked on the pipe. "Get you properly fucked up for a fucked-up night." My lungs were nearly at bursting, and I paused for a moment. "Little bit more," TJ said. I took one last gasp from the pipe. Mercifully, TJ took the pipe from me, rather than forcing me to ask the black man to stop forcing drugs on me. "Now, hold it for me," TJ said. "Focus on my cockhead," he continued, guiding my head back down to his dark, hard shaft. I was getting used to TJ's cock, and this time, the head slid in easily. "Just the cockhead," TJ said, reminding me to not go too deep on the cock. I ran my tongue around the thick head, savoring the pre-cum that was dripping from his piss slit. In the moment, it didn't matter that TJ was black. "Fuck that's good," TJ said. All that mattered was that I was able to give him some pleasure. "Ooph," I said, finally unable to hold my breath any longer. I exhaled, and the thick cloud obscured my head and TJ's dick for a moment. I was suddenly aware that the door was still open. Anyone walking by could see that we were partying. Not that it was a problem; everyone at the club was probably on at least something, if not several drugs. "That's nice," TJ said, and gently guided my head back to his cockhead. "Feels good. Your mouth on my dick." I took the tip into my mouth and licked off a bead of pre-cum. I didn't care that it was pre-cum from a black cock. I didn't even care that the door was wide open and anyone walking by could see me servicing a black man. All that was important was that it was a pre-cum and I was the lucky cocksucker who got to lick it up. "Just keep on doing that," TJ said. I obliged, working my way up and down his shaft, teasing out a few more drops of pre-cum. "You need another hit," TJ said. I shook my head. I had done more tina than I was used to, and it was time for me to slow down. "No," TJ said, contradicting me. "You need another hit." The tone was clear; I had no choice in the matter. I slowly pulled off his cock, carefully lapping up all the mixed pre-cum and spit from his shaft. TJ had the pipe ready, and as soon as my mouth was empty of his dick, he stuck the glass stem in my mouth. "I want you to do a nice big hit," he said. He held the torch under the bowl and carefully heated it up. It seemed like it should have been empty by that point, but the bowl quickly filled up with the thick white clouds. I inhaled slowly but deeply. Like sucking off the black men, getting fucked by a Latino, or all the other things I had done that night, I knew I was doing something I would regret later. But in the heat of the moment, it seemed like the right thing to do. "That's it, cocksucker. Show me what you can do with a glass cock." I stayed focused on the pipe, making sure that as soon as the bowl re-filled, I drained it. "Damn, that's hot. Seeing you suck down those clouds," TJ said. He was smiling, and I wondered what he had planned for me next. Finally, my lungs were filled. I nodded. TJ shook his head. "I know you can do more," he said. "Hungry faggot like you," he continued, and left the torch under the bowl and the pipe in my mouth. I gasped and inhaled even more of the thick clouds. At this point, there was no more air in my lungs; it was all drugs. "That's it. That little extra is going to send you flying," TJ said, and finally, mercifully, removed the pipe from my mouth. He guided my head down to his dick and then started to suck on the pipe himself. "Oh yeah," he grunted, careful not to lose too much of the drug. "Fucking good stuff." As I sucked on his cock, he took a long hit from the pipe. One hand, he used to adjust the torch, but the other rested on the top of my head, just in case I had any doubts about my job at the moment. It was obvious that he wanted me to hold the hit. I did just that, even as I wondered if I would pass out from lack of air. Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer, and I exhaled my hit. "That's it," TJ said. "Get you up in the clouds." I dared to look up at him briefly and saw him staring off into the distance. TJ's eyes were glazed over in that familiar haze of drug-induced pleasure, where all that mattered to him was the pipe and my mouth on his dick. "Mmmmmm," he moaned, as my mouth went back down on his thick, dark shaft. "Just what I'm needing right now," he continued. I looked up and saw him exhale a thick cloud. Even as high as I was, I couldn't help but want a little more of those wonderful white clouds, and the way they pushed our boundaries and limits. "One more, I think," TJ said, as he stuck the pipe back in his mouth. It was another leisurely hit from the pipe, making sure that his lungs were filled with the white clouds. I wanted to make him feel good as he held the hit, so I forced myself as far down on his dick as I could. Although I only made it about two thirds of the way, he still grunted appreciatively, and pushed my head a bit further down. I fought off the urge to gag. "Mmmmm," he groaned again, as he finally put the pipe and torch down. I glanced up. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the simple pleasures of getting head. There was enough light from the open door for me to see the smile playing on his face. Finally, he exhaled, and his head was enveloped by the cloud. By the time it drifted down towards the floor, TJ's eyes were open, and he was staring down at me. "Fuck," he said. "This is damn good shit. And you're not a half bad cocksucker, either." My stomach did a flip when he complimented me, as perverted as it seemed to be happy about a nigger complimenting me on my talents sucking his dick. "You think you're ready for a nigger to fuck you?" he asked me. I pulled off of his dick, just long enough to confirm I had heard him properly. "You want to fuck me?" I asked. "Me?" he answered, albeit slowly. There was the languid pace of speaking that I knew was how some men responded to the drugs. I ran my tongue around his cock. He deserved nothing less than my utter devotion to his ebony shaft. "Me?" he asked again. "No. Not yet. Waiting for the magic hour." "Magic hour?" I asked. "Yeah," TJ said. "Magic hour. You'll know when it is. But don't worry. It's not for a while yet. Plenty of time for you to have fun." "Yeah?" I asked, and went back down on TJ's cock, waiting for him to explain more. The room grew darker. It took me a moment to realize that it was someone standing in the door. "He as good of a cocksucker as he looks?" the stranger said. I started to turn my head to get a glimpse of him, but TJ put his hand on my skull and held me in place. "Oh yeah," TJ said. "And his ass has been pretty popular as well." "Fuck," he said. There was a bit of an accent to his voice, almost French, but with a hint of a song. "That's hot. Bareback?" "Is there any other way to fuck?" "I gotta breed a hole," the stranger said. "Knock that faggot up." "That's what he's here for," TJ said. "Just a hole for our pleasure." The stranger was now behind me, his cock pressing up against my asshole. Unlike the earlier men, I could tell he was circumcised. There was not the softness of the foreskin cloaking the stiffness of his phallus. This time, there was no buffer between me and the stranger. "Right on," the stranger said. "That what I think it is?" he asked. Even though my lips were still wrapped around TJ's dick and I was staring at his curly black bush, it was obvious that the stranger was talking about the glass pipe. "Yeah. You want a hit?" "Hell yeah," the stranger said. "First things first though." From somewhere unknown, he produced a bottle of lube, and let a few cold drops of it land on my hole. "He's got a few loads up there already. Not sure you'll need that." "So much the better." In a gap in the music, I heard the bottle land on the bed next to me. His cock pressed up against my hole. The three men who had fucked me had done their job well. My hole was open and loose, and at best, I could only put up a token resistance to his thick cock invading me. "Everything is better when it's the way Allah intended it," the man said. "Allah," he had said. The accent was Arab, from the former French colonies. I had been fucked by two Latinos, a Greek, and now a Muslim. When TJ had said I would be fucked by all the colors of the rainbow, he had not been kidding. "Allah," he had said. His dick had slid into me easily. The accumulated cum had lubricated its passage, and I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. I was continuing down a bad path: I was letting men of all ethnicities and religions fuck me. I wanted the familiar pleasure of a white cock, a good Christian cock, not this sand nigger forcing himself on me. "Here you go," TJ said, passing the party supplies to the latest stranger pounding my hole. "Nice," the stranger said. There was the familiar hiss of the torch, then the slowing of his strokes as he took the deep breaths of the drug. "Fuuuuck," he moaned, then pushed his dick further into me. "Fuuuuck," he moaned again, pulled out, and slammed back into me. "Fucking nice hole," he said. The tina cloud drifted down over my head. "Do another," TJ said. The stranger shoved his dick in to me; at the moment, I was little more than a dick holster for him as he got tweaked out on the crystal I had brought. It was a good feeling, making him happy in so many ways. "And don't hold back on this faggot's ass. He's due for a good fucking tonight." "Oh yeah," the stranger said. "Gonna make him feel like the faggot he is." I already felt like a worthless faggot. My throat was stuffed full of Black cock, my ass was dripping with Latino cum and it was stuffed full of Arab cock. It was hard to imagine getting any lower than being a plaything for these virile, horny, hungry ethnic men. I was a white man. These men should be taking care of me. The anger flared for a moment, but only for a moment. My thoughts were intense but fleeting. The stranger pushed his dick deeper into me, and my imagination jumped to the possibilities of an Arab cock deep in my gut. "Oh, I think he feels like that already," TJ said. The torch was hissing, so I didn't expect a reply from the stranger. TJ continued. "Don't you? Cock in both holes. Must be in faggot heaven." I nodded in agreement, feeling TJ's dick press against my throat as I moved my head. "Fuck," TJ moaned as I did so. "That feels good." He pushed my head down, making me take a few more inches of his dick. I fought back the urge to gag; TJ deserved better than me rejecting his shaft like that. "Ins ‘Allah," the stranger said. "How much cum does he have? He's so wet." "Just a fucking slut, getting what he needs," TJ said. A white cloud floated past my head. I heard the torch again. The stranger was doing a third hit. The horrible tweaker need kicked in, and I wanted that hit to be mine. I didn't want him smoking all of my stuff. "Yeah. Get what you need," TJ said. "I've got plenty more." I had forgotten that TJ had been smoking his own pipe. He must have at least a bit more crystal. Even a small amount would be enough to keep the party going for a few more hours. There was a pause. I could hear only the loudest of the puffs from the pipe over the music. The music had shifted. It was no longer the thumping techno music. Now, it was a deep house mix of a 1970s era sleazy porn movie soundtrack. I wondered if it was a harbinger of what the night had in store for me. "Oh god this is a hot fucking hole," the stranger finally said, as the clouds slowly filled the room. "Use it," TJ said. He took the pipe back from the stranger. The Arab put his hands on my hips and start truly to pound my hole. It was intense enough that I had to brace myself to keep from totally impaling my throat on TJ's dick. I wasn't totally successful, and another two inches of TJ's shaft disappeared into my throat. This time I wasn't completely successful in repressing my gag reflex. TJ leaned in, holding my head in his hands and forcing me to keep his cock buried in my throat. "Fight through it, faggot" TJ said. "This is what you were born to do." "OH FUCK," the stranger said. "This is fucking amazing. His ass. Milking my dick." "Yeah?" TJ asked. "You like that? "Oh, hell yeah," the stranger said. "Well, not hard to make it happen again." "Fuckin' A'," he said. "Bring it fucking on." "Better get him ready for it," TJ said. He fumbled on the bed and found the bottle of poppers. "Big hit for me, cocksucker. Then all the way down." I nodded dumbly. It was hard to believe that this was happening to me, and I wasn't just watching a nasty porn movie. But it was hard to deny the sheer reality of it. Buried in my throat and my ass was a dark, hard cock; coursing through my veins was far too much tina, and now under my nose was a fresh bottle of poppers. "Hold it for me," TJ continued, as he took the bottle away and screwed the cap back on. He dropped the bottle on the bed, then rested his hands on the top of my head. I gulped a little extra air, then swallowed. TJ's cock slid smoothly into my throat and before I realized it, two thirds of his black shaft where nestled deep in my throat. "Ready?" he asked; it was unclear if the question was directed at me or the Arab man. I nodded, although it was far more acquiescence than agreement. "I've been ready," the Arab said. With the permission from the both of us, TJ pushed down on my head, forcing his cock deeper into my throat, way my point of comfort. The results were immediate and exactly what I feared. My body rebelled against the invasion, and I was racked with visceral discomfort and agony. "Oh, fuck yeah," he said, as he slammed his dick in and out of me. "Fucking milk my dick. Make me cum in that slutty white hole of yours." TJ relented for a second, and I gasped for air. I remembered wondering if he had really just called me a slut. But then, I tried to count the men that had fucked me. There was the first stranger. Then there was Jose, and then Demitri. That didn't even count the anonymous black cocks I had serviced at the glory hole, or the very first man, TJ, in the back room of where I worked. The latest stranger was right. I was a slut. I tried to say it in my head. "I'm a slut," but I couldn't do it. Despite the reality of my position, I couldn't quite admit it to myself. However, my brief moment of clarity was quickly yanked from me. It had only been enough time to take a quick gasp, before TJ pushed me back down on his cock. "Make me feel good, cocksucker," TJ said. "Wanna see you choke on all of it." "You think he can take it all?" the other guy asked. "I know he can. Because I'm gonna fucking make him take it all." TJ was leaning in, pushing me further down on his cock. I was struggling against him, trying to do anything but have his dick buried in my throat. He pressed his face up close to my ear. "Don't fight it," he said. "It's going to happen. And if you don't fight, you might be able to enjoy it." I froze. "Hell yeah, faggot," the stranger said. "This is gonna be a night to remember." TJ pushed my head down. Before I realized what was happening, another inch of TJ's thick cock disappeared into my mouth, and his cockhead pushed further into my throat. Even if it took me a moment to understand what had happened, my body's response was immediate. I started to gag uncontrollably as spit and drool dripping out of my mouth and down TJ's shaft while I fought to regain my composure. "Fuck," the stranger said, as his dick slid deep into my ass. "Fuck," he repeated. "Yeah?" TJ said. "You gonna breed the faggot?" "Fuck yeah," he replied, as his pace picked up and his dick hardened. I was still desperate for some relief; TJ's dick was almost completely buried in my throat, and I couldn't remember the last time I had breathed air. But, I realized that my body's spasms of discomfort must have felt like the most intense dick massage the man had ever gotten. "You've got me fucking on edge." "Breed him," TJ said. "That's what the faggot is here for." He leaned in towards me. "Aren't you faggot? Here for a real man's pleasure?" I nodded as best I could. TJ's dick was uncontrollably slipping deeper into my throat and it dripped pre-cum directly into my stomach as it continued to choke off my airways. It felt like I was getting precariously close to passing out, but the promised oblivion never arrived. Instead, seconds stretched into an eternity as the stranger's cock slid in and out of my body, and TJ's cock bored its way deeper in my throat. "This feels fucking awesome," the stranger said. "I'm going to remember this." "Go for it," TJ said. "Mark your territory." "Oh, fuck yeah," the Arab said. In my heightened state of awareness, I was acutely attuned to his every action and motion. His dick had been thickening and the drip of pre-cum was now a steady stream of thick man-juice. "Getting close," he admitted. "Do it," TJ said. The top of my nose was brushing against his wiry black pubes. I had swallowed almost all of his dick. I felt like I was going to be sick, but whether it was from the throat fucking or the utter humiliation of gagging on a nigger dick, it was hard to tell. "That's it faggot. Take all of my big black cock." "He fucking swallowed it all," the stranger said. He slammed his cock into me. "And took all of my rod. Fucking slut," he continued. He pulled his dick out and forced it back into me. "Fucking slut," he repeated, as he repeated his actions. "Fucking take my load." His cock twitched, spasmed, and spurted. A jet of sperm shot down the length and directly into my raw hole. I had taken one more strange man's load, which was just another step down the dark and depraved path I now found myself on. "Give it to him," TJ said. "Make him feel you breed him." "Inshallah," the stranger said. Another surge of pressure traced the length of his dick, landing deep in my hole. "Inshallah," he repeated, even as he was inseminating another man. I wondered if this quiet prayer would be heard, and if it was, what would be his god's response to it. "Inshallah," he said once more, as another jet of sperm landed in my ass. "Fill him up. Breed that slut hole of his." "Inshallah," he repeated. The sperm was flowing freely from his cock. As TJ had commanded him, he was marking my hole with his seed, making me his personal fuck toy. "Fuck," he muttered, as the spurts grew less intense. "Hole milked my balls dry," he said. "Right on," TJ said. Mercifully, he released his grip on my skull. I took the opportunity and gasped for breath, unsure what TJ or the stranger had planned for me next. "Made that hole yours, huh?" "Fuck," the Arab said. "Faggot hole sucked that load out of me." "Feels good," TJ said. "Doesn't it? That feeling when your balls are totally drained of cum." "You know it," he said. "Gonna sleep well tonight." He slowly pulled out of my hole. The chance to breathe freely had not diminished the acuity of my senses; I could feel every drop of the accumulated jizz ooze past his cockhead as he pulled out. It was an amazing feeling, but it was also painfully obvious that this was the feeling of subjugation. It was hard to imagine how much lower I could go than to have some anonymous Muslim guy fuck me raw and cum in me as a black man choked me with his dick. "Big load?" TJ asked. "More than enough to lube him up for you," the stranger laughed. "Oh, it's going to be a while before he gets this up his ass." TJ shook his dick, even as his cockhead was still lodged in my mouth. I eagerly swallowed the extra few drops of pre-cum that leaked out. "I still have his throat to destroy." "Won't be able to talk in the morning." "All a faggot needs to know how to say is 'Please,'" TJ said. I couldn't see his face, but his tone betrayed not the slightest hint of hilarity. "Twisted," the stranger said. He had just the head of his dick still inside me. "You're a hot, sick fuck." His dickhead fell out of my ass. A bit of jizz dribbled out. It was warm, but it quickly cooled down as it dribbled down my leg. He slapped me on the ass. "Hope you know what you got yourself into," he said to me. He stepped off the bed and wrapped the towel around his waist. "Door open?" he asked TJ. "Open. Gotta find the cocksucker more dick." "Nasty, twisted faggot," the Arab said. His voice was clearer, less muddled than earlier. The fuck-fog was starting to clear, and he had a moment of lucidity. "Sick," he muttered.

When I was younger, there were always these rumors about men who fooled around with each other in this park near my home. "That's where the fags hang out," my parents would say. "You just stay clear of that place. Bad things could happen to you if you don't!" They couldn't have been more right. Anyway, the rumors and jokes about the place persisted (although more quietly) as I got older. As I became more sexually aware, I became more and more curious about these men and this park. Eventually my level of sexual maturity, and level of horniness got the better of me, and I just had to see for myself if the rumors were true. Not that I was going to do anything with these men. I just wanted to see for myself if, and what kind of men hung out there. So one afternoon, I screwed-up my courage, hopped on my bike and rode over to check the place out. I rode all through the park, but didn't see any men wandering around. The place looked pretty deserted and was a bit of a disappointment really. But then I rode by the shelter house that had the bathrooms. Only one car was in the parking lot, and a guy standing outside the shelter smoking a cigarette. I casually rode past him and looked him over. He was much older than I, probably in his 30's. Tight jeans and a t-shirt. Sunglasses. Porn mustache. Tattoos on one arm. Almost stereotypical in that 80's gay way. As I rode by, I could tell he was also checking me out. I made a casual loop in the park, and rode by again. He was still outside the bathroom, but as I passed, he turned and walked into the men's room. I kept riding. I made another loop, and rode by again. The car was still there, but there was nobody outside the men's room, so I screwed-up my courage, made my decision, parked my bike, and walked into the dark restroom. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I could see the porn 'stache guy standing at the urinal. I guessed he was pissing, only I didn't hear anything. I wasn't sure what to do, so I walked to the sink and started to wash my hands. When I looked over at the guy, I could see he was standing away from the urinal, cock in hand, stroking himself. Instantly my stomach knotted. This was the first time I was seeing a guy in real life with a hard-on who wasn't my age. It felt so wrong, and a bit scary, but it was also so sexually exciting. I was instantly hard and leaking in my shorts. He saw me staring, so he stepped back to give me a better show. He had a nice, thick cock with hefty balls, and a huge dark bush of pubic hair. Slowly I walked over to him, and when I got close enough, he reached out and touched my groin. His touch was like electricity going through my body. I'm sure I jumped and gasped a little. He quickly worked my zipper down and hauled out my cock and balls. My equipment looked so puny and undeveloped next to his, but he didn't seem to mind. He grabbed my hand and led me into the stall, where he closed the door and locked it. And then he was on his knees giving me a blowjob. It felt incredible to have my cock in this man's mouth. I watched him gobble me and lick the precum from my tip. I must admit, it was hot seeing my dick disappear into his porn 'stache hole. Then abruptly he stood up, and wagged his cock at me. Slowly I dropped to my knees and started contemplating blowing him. Up until now, my only sexual experiences had been with guys my own age (a few friends, a neighbor, my cousin, and a guy on the swim team). But I was so horny and desperate for sex, that I took him into my mouth. He groaned softly as I wrapped my lips around his head. His cock seemed so thick in my mouth. The ridge of his head so hard. The veins so pronounced. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced - and everything about which I'd fantasized. I was sucking him and using my hand back and forth like my best friend had shown me, when suddenly he stops me and pulls out of my mouth. Mr. Porn 'Stache then pulls me up so we're both standing. Then he whispers, "I don't wanna cum that way" as he gently turned me around and pushed me to the wall. Then he slid up behind me, his cock pressed into my ass, his hands roving all over my body. I started to freak out a little at this point because I had never been fucked, and I was more than a bit scared. "I don't think I want to do this," I said quietly, but he was smooth. He knelt down behind me, and suddenly his tongue was probing my asshole. I could feel his moustache scraping my ass, his wet tongue flicking and diving into me. Nobody had ever done that to me before. Frankly, I had never even heard of rimming, but the pleasure trumped the element of surprise. It felt amazing, and I was not about to tell him to stop. Then he stood up, and I heard him spit, his cock head pressed against my ass as he slowly humped back and forth. "I won't hurt you, baby" he whispered. "You'll love it. Trust me. Is it your first time?" I nodded. "Well, here then," he said, reaching a brown bottle out of his pocket. "I don't do drugs" I told him. "Baby, these aren't drugs, they're poppers. They'll help you relax. Just sniff 'em real deep. They'll make you feel really good and relaxed, but only for a short time. They use 'em even in hospitals. They're totally safe." And then to demonstrate, he did a snort. He started grinding into me again, while holding the open bottle of poppers under my nose. I decided to risk trying a small amount, so I inhaled. A few seconds later a warm wave crashed over me and my body went all flushed, tingly and fixated on my genitals and ass. This time when I felt his cock head push against my asshole it slid right in. Oh my god. I was getting fucked for the first time. By a strange man in a park bathroom. Without a condom! The sensation was incredible - so incredible that it might have frightened me, but he held the bottle under my nose again, and I inhaled more, and kept on floating on that cloud of euphoria. I also desperately wanted - no, needed his entire cock in my ass, so I backed onto him and take it all the way down. "Yeah, baby! You like that cock! Yeah, take my big cock in your little boy hole!" And then he power-fucked me. Truthfully, not for very long, as he was apparently pretty worked up. It was maybe five minutes of thrilling thrusts, but to be honest I wasn't exactly keeping track of time. For one thing he kept feeding me a constant supply of poppers, and secondly, I was ecstatic that a hot adult man was taking his pleasure with my body. What I do remember is him speeding up and hurting me a bit with his big cock. "Fuck yeah! I'm gonna bust my nut! I'm gonna put my load in your virgin ass and make you a MAN!" Through the popper haze, I still had enough of my faculties to recognize that what we were doing was dangerous. After all, he wasn't wearing a rubber and he was inside me! I murmured "Don't come in me, man," while making some half-hearted efforts to extract his cock from my ass. "Too late, buddy" as he tensed-up and blew his load inside my ass, his cum deep inside my body. I knew he was cumming inside me, but in my poppered-up state I guess I really was not displeased. Shit - I was happy - so happy, in fact, that my cock started involuntarily spewing my load all over the bathroom floor. It was the most intense orgasm I had had to date. "Fuck yeah, baby! I can feel you shooting your load!" After my orgasm subsided and my head cleared a bit, I started to freak out a bit. I had a strange man's cum in my ass! What the fuck did I just do? Mr. Porn 'Stache pulled his cock out of me with a wet plop, zipped up, unlocked the stall, and just left me there with his load seeping out of my ass. As he left the bathroom he said, "Congratulations. You're a cumslut bottom now." How accurate he was....