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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.”

Neal was 18, it was the summer before he started his senior year. He got a job as a busboy to make money, also to hopefully satisfy his curiosity about his sexuality. Ever since puberty hes been increasingly curious about sex w guys n maybe hell meet some working. His first day jim trained him, he was gay acting n checking neal out. He wasnt the only possibility, there was Erik n Jon his roomies. They kept talking about how cute some guys were n what theyd do to them. They talked about this bicurious high schooler they got high af, seduced n 3wayed him now hes a slut for dick. Neal hung around them listening to how there's 6 gays here n hed better watch it cuz they all wanted him. They noticed how he listened to their stories, smiled when they said there's 6 gays here n then started rubbing their cocks against his ass n he pushed back. He got worse n worse as time went on n all six of them were going to a party at Jim's house n asked him to go. Thinking of that other high schooler getting converted to a hopeless cock starved cumdump faggot had him worked up. After work all 7 men went to Jim's, it got hotter n heavier. They smoked meth n that's all it took for shy neal to become a horny, bi curious virgin at a party w 6 gay men drooling over him. So neal, got a question we are dying to know: we think u might be turned on by our behavior n stories, u curious? By now he was super spun n horny af n kept wanting to be that other teen they converted. Mmmmm God, y'all have all been flirting n hitting on me n talking dirty to me. I cant take anymore, I think I'm gay, prove me right boys, take me n make me positive I am!

CHAPTER THREE The room was practically spinning the way my mind was whirling. It was like I was in some strange nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. All I’d done was come over to Dan’s for a little fun. And somehow I ended up locked in a sex dungeon with a man who was intent on giving me AIDS. What the fuck? What’s worse, I knew in some part of my mind, a part that I never wanted to acknowledge, that I had enjoyed what Steve did to me. He was so determined, so Alpha, so twisted . . . and so damn HOT! My cock was throbbing out in front of me as I stood there thinking. Steve was standing, patiently waiting for me to answer his question -but was I really up for more? He started cackling again as my cock throbbed mid-air while my mind relived the exciting moments when he raped his toxic cum into my ass. Dammit! Why did that have to turn me on so much? “Looks like I got my answer, faggot,” he told me, taking me by the arm and leading me over to a sling that hung from the ceiling on the opposite side of the room. I was basically zoned out, going along with him as he led me to my ultimate demise. I was powerless to stop him. But seeing his enormous cock engorging with blood right before my eyes, I knew that I had no reason to stop him. He was freeing me. I’d always resisted myself, my own natural inclinations. Always trying to keep myself in a box. And now Steve was breaking down the walls and setting me free. My stomach began to do flips, but this time it wasn’t from nerves. This was pure excitement. With the realization that he was doing me a big favor, the fog cleared from my mind and I became completely present in the moment -and I no longer felt panic. “Let’s do this,” I said to him, unable to control my smile. How being AIDS raped could make me this happy, I’ll never know. But this was the best I’d ever felt in my life. I was being true to myself, and the real me wanted to be a cumdump bugged up fag. As Steve strapped my legs up in the sling, I could see the streaks of cum and blood that had trickled out of my busted open hole. It was all down my inner thighs, and it did nothing to my libido except perhaps super-charge it. Used to be the sight of my own blood brought on panic -especially the thought of it come from my own asshole. But ever since I got Steve’s butt-destroyer in me, along with his seed, the sight of my blood reminded me that it was another step in the process. I needed my hole to be destroyed, and Steve was going to be the one to do it. “What are you thinking about, faggot?” he asked. “Looks to me like you’ve accepted your fate. Or accepted that this is what you were meant to be in the first place.” “I was just thinking how right this feels. I need this. I need you to own my ass and use it any way you want.” I was practically pleading with him to continue using me, which, I guess I was. I didn’t want him to stop until my hole no longer resembled my hole. I wanted to be gaping, destroyed, gushing toxic cum, and oozing a little blood so that I knew his potency was getting right into my bloodstream. “Own your ass, huh? Well, if that’s what you want . . . you know when a man owns another man’s ass, he can do whatever he wants with it,” he prompted. “Even find other men to use it. You up for that, pig? You ready to be a cum slut for me? I’ll be your Daddy, but you will be committed to me and do exactly as I say. You want that?” I was so horned up by this point, all I cared about was getting something shoved up my ass again. So I answered him with the only possible answer - “Yes! Own my ass! Please, just fuck me again, I need your cum in me again!” Steve didn’t waste anymore time. He laughed at my desperation, but immediately began to slide his monster meat back into my torn hole. It still hurt and still stretched me beyond capacity, but I finally felt right again as I felt his pubes scratching against my butt cheeks. “Aah, that’s better,” I sighed. “I love feeling this stuffed full of dick,” I moaned. Steve laughed at me again, and leaned back as he drove his hips forward. He worked up to a steady fuck pace and it felt like heaven. I grunted and moaned every time he slammed forward, busting through my second ring time and time again. But I was loving ever second of it. “You think this is being stuffed, faggot, I’ll get you stretched more than you ever imagined,” he told me. “I’ve got a friend I know would love a crack at this ass, and his dick is as big as mine. How about you take us both in you at the same time,” he suggest and he began to power fuck me. I knew he was working up to his orgasm again and I wanted his seed so badly I ignored his suggestion that he and his friend try and get in me simultaneously -as if that would ever happen! There is no way my body could accommodate that! “Oh god, cum in me,” I moaned. “Please, give me your load!” I begged. “I’m so glad you came around to my way of thinking, Pig,” Steve said. “While I do love when a slut puts up a little fight, hearing you submit to me completely is music to my ears. Now hold on while I give you another load.” Steve slammed into my ass for another few minutes and it was intense. The chains on the sling were rattling, we were both grunting like pigs, and sweating like pigs, too. The basement stank of sex, sweat and cum, only adding to the overall mood. Finally Steve roared as he held himself as deep as he could go, and I felt his dick throbbing out his load into my shredded guts. I never wanted that moment to end. How could I feel such strong emotions for this man after what he’d done to me? I honestly wanted to tell him that I loved him -stupid, I know. But he’d freed me and given me a gift. I knew that’s what it was now. We were bonded for life -how could I not think I was feeling love? On some level, at least. “You look like you’re falling in love with me, faggot,” he commented, still standing buried balls-deep in my trashed hole. “It’s okay, it happens when a pig like you finally learns his place at my hand.” Then he slowly began to withdraw from my hole and when I felt cold air rush into my gaping ass, I knew he was all the way out. Steve went to a set of shelves with a bunch of toys on it and selected a large butt plug, which he promptly shoved into my hole with very little resistance. It still stung, but it wasn’t unbearable. “There, gotta keep my baby batter in there to do it’s job on you,” he chuckled, giving the plug a firm slap just so I felt it. “I am getting you pregnant, after all.” He unfastened the straps and let me out of the sling so that I could get some blood into my extremities, and I was grateful for the plug, otherwise a stream of Steve’s cum and my blood would be flowing down my legs again and I really did want to keep his seed it me. I knew that’s where it belonged. And that realization made me accept the situation completely. When I started up with Dan and wanted to be a cumdump, I hadn’t fully accepted that. Not entirely. Now I had accepted it, and I knew that my ass is where men’s seed belongs -any and all men. I didn’t care who they were or what kind of bugs they have -I wanted it ALL. Standing there while he took quick glances as if assessing me, I reached down and began wiping the slick mess of cum and blood from my legs and slowly brought my hand to my mouth. I didn’t want a drop if his precious cum to be wasted. While I took my time wiping and licking it all up, Steve had retrieved his phone and was texting someone -likely that friend he talked about. Finally, all of the cum had been eaten, and Steve seemed finished with his phone for the time being. “I need more cum, Steve,” I admitted, my voice a little shaky as I felt so vulnerable putting a voice to my urgent hunger. “A lot more.” Surprisingly, Steve didn’t laugh at me as I’d expected. For the first time since we’d met, he actually looked at me affectionately as he reached down and took my face in my hands, before pulling me into a very passionate, wet and sloppy kiss. “I think I might fall for you, too,” he whispered when he pulled away. “That doesn’t mean I won’t get every dick possible to use that fucking faggot hole of yours.” “Good, because that’s what I want,” I assured him. “That’s what I need, Steve.” I was a junkie needing another fix. Both completely naked, we walked upstairs and took a break to have a couple of drinks. Steve was surprisingly attentive, making sure I drank a glass of water to stay hydrated before he would allow me any alcohol. We had two gin and tonics, the gin helping dull the slight sting and pain still radiating from my ass. I couldn’t believe I still wanted to be fucked knowing the condition my hole was in -and feeling the almost constant reminder with the large plug prodding all of the damaged areas every time I moved. As we sat side by side on the sofa, which he’d draped with a rubber sheet to keep all of our sex mess contained, we actually talked. “I knew that first day I saw you sneaking in and out of Dan’s house that you were going to be my pig,” Steve told me. “I just felt it and I knew that you would feel it too, once you had me inside you. Do you really want to be my pig? For me to own you?” I couldn’t help the longing I felt when I looked at him. It was a pull that I couldn’t control, or deny. I felt it, and it was real. So why deny it? “I’m sure, Steve. I’ve never been more sure. As long as you can use me like you talked about, I need it. I’m all yours.” He smiled as he stared into my eyes. “I already texted some friends of mine to come over and help me finish getting you well and truly pregnant, so I hope you mean that.” “I do, Steve. If that’s what you want of me, I’ll do anything you want. I promise.” I felt a weird desperation to prove to him that I was willing to follow any directive he gave me. Steve sat back against the rubber sheet and threw a thin arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his bony side. “That’s good. They’ll be here soon. Tonight, you will take all of the loads and dicks we can find for you, no matter what. And after that, you’ll stay with me. I’ll use you a lot, you know. My viral load only keeps climbing higher and higher each day. So we will get you knocked up. You’re going to get sick, you realize that, right?” I was nodding my head, feeling sick in my stomach, but my heart was pounding and my dick throbbing. Even though this was frighteningly extreme, I could not deny that I wanted to do it with him. All of it. “I know, Steve. But I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ve never felt this good in my life. So even if I can only have a few months of this . . . depravity . . . I’d rather have that than a whole lifetime of feeling suffocated trying to pretend I’m someone I’m not,” I told him in earnest. He leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “I’m going to love killing you,” he whispered in my ear. “You will die from all that I’m going to do to you. Well, I’ll probably go before you do,” he chuckled, sounding completely at ease with the notion of his death. He’d accepted his circumstances and was making the absolute most of the time he has. Probably better than most people do in those situations. “What will happen to me if you . . . if you die before me?” I asked, suddenly really unsure. I loved the idea of living my life with him, to serve as his personal cum whore, but once he’s gone? I can’t go back to my ‘normal’ life after that. Especially if I waste away like he is. The people in that life wouldn’t know how to accept me. “I’ll pass you on to one of my bugged-up buddies to continue my work until you die,” he told me, so matter-of-fact it was almost as if we weren’t talking about my probably-horrific demise. Before I could say anything else, Steve sucked in a deep breath and began pulling me onto his lap, where I noticed he was rock hard again. “Until then, we are going to spend an obscene amount of time with my big cock up your tight faggot hole,” he told me, reaching behind to take hold of the plug in my ass. Just as he was about to yank it out, the doorbell rang. Steve carefully lifted me off of his lap and then I was standing in front of him. “That’ll be my friends. Go let them in -and don’t bother trying to cover yourself up. They’re all going to know every inch of you before they’re done with you, anyway. Not to mention, you’ll be carrying several other strains in your faggot ass, too. No medications will work on a few of my buddies, so you’re in for a treat,” he laughed as he spun me around and swatted my ass to get me in motion to the front door. I stood in front of the door for only a second, gulped over a lump in my throat, knowing that once I opened that door, there really would be no going back. From this point on, the remainder of my lifetime will be spent in servitude of men’s cocks. Every moment of every day will revolve around getting fucked and bred like the most disgusting cock whore imaginable. My body will be flooded with so many viruses and bugs that I know Steve won’t allow me to get treatment for. My body will be overcome. I will become a petri dish for a new breed of virus, a combination of all of these powerful and lethal strains, all mixing in my body, morphing my DNA into something unimaginable. Something that will eventually mean my end. I opened the door. THE END ? (AND A NEW BEGINNING!)

Been a while since I’ve posted. Tonight I got lucky on Grindr. A 26yo black messages me with a profile that stated “Hard On lol” with a generic movie photo no face or stats. The message came with a photo of a young black guy and later pics of a hard BBC in hand. He was really close, like 450 ft. He acknowledge that I was close and what was I looking for. Im pretty direct on Grindr and said I was looking to get fucked. Nothing mentioned about condoms or anything. He was horny and wanted to fuck but I had to prep myself for the task and made the poor boy wait 25 mins. He was at my place. Still not sure what he was like since there were no stats in his profile. A giant of a man shows up, about 6’4” 295lbs. Very heavy. I was apprehensive and thought oh no... might be small. Boy was I wrong. He pull out and it was small but he was a grower. We kiss and I turn around so he could rub his cock on my hole. No talk of condom he rubbed his cock on my hole till he got hard. He spit on his finger to get into my hole and started to twist his finger like my hole was a pussy. Ahhh a straight boy. Jackpot. He’s getting hard as a rock and his dick must be about 9” and rock solid! I decided not to look back but to lube his dick and brace myself. Also recovering from a cold, no poppers, this was going to sting.. The boy literately raped me. It was one of the best fucks I’ve had we were sweating all over my bed. Also every time he pulled out he would spit in his dick and shove back in. My cunt was ruined and drench with precum and spit. At one point he had me gliding like a fuck doll on his dick edging himself to cum. It went on for one hour as I was kissed, chocked, looked in the eye and faggot, pounded and split. The rare squishing sound of wet sweaty bodies could be heard. He said it takes him awhile to cum... Finally he has me on my stomach and is just gliding my useless body on his dick like a fuck doll. He jams in deep to the second hole and unleash. I squeeze and push out and squeeze which grips his dick. He pops out and man goo with cum drips out like a river. He gets up and dress. Doesn’t want to kiss, a straight guy thing I guess but asks when I’m free again. He just left and my hole is sore and used for the first time in a long time. He mentions he has second thoughts on being straight and that was the best fuck he has had.... BBC in Hawaii - can’t get enough probably meet again tomorrow.

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.”

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

Here's my honking PA... even the smooth edges results in a bloody fuck most of the time... OINK!

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.

Booty Bump at 30,000 Feet from the Air Marshals– “Do you feel OK? You don’t look so good,” asked the stewardess - damn, fucking, perky stewardess in her little blue uniform and perfectly coiffed hair. Fucking Dutch, and at this hour of night! How can they all be so pretty and so nice? I was on board a KLM 747 flight at 30,000 feet somewhere over the Atlantic for an overnight flight. The plane was practically empty and I was able to get three seats to myself near the back where I could suffer in peace, but I had a Tina hangover to beat hell and had gotten up and stepped into the back to ask the stewardess for more water. Just six hours earlier I had been at the apartment of a local dealer with his big black 10-inch dick buried in my ass filling me with cum. Raw, rough, and nasty was his motto and he made me pay for the Tina with my ass and the Benjamins. I had not eaten in over two days, had been flying high, drinking, and had taken several raw dicks up my ass, three of which were anonymously at the dealer’s place. As we wrapped up, the dealer came in me and passed out. I pissed in his Tina-crusted toilet and stumbled home only to find a message on my phone from my boss saying I had to leave immediately to cover an important business trip to Asia for a colleague who’s wife decided to have her baby early. SHIT! I was so fucking high, had been partying non-stop, and was in no condition to do anything, but I needed my job, so quickly packed my bag, did several lines to get me going, and headed to the airport, my ass dripping with cum and my hole twitching for dick, secretly hoping TSA would want to frisk me down in a private room. “I’m fine,” I answered grumpily, “I just had a long week,” as I shakily took the water the stewardess offered and leaned against the bulkhead trying to steady my wobbly legs. What I really needed was more crystal and some beer, and more dick. I slowly paced back and forth at the back of the plane, sipping my water as the stewardesses did a final walk through picking up trash from the last beverage service. The cabin lights were down, most folks were asleep, but I was wired and horned. I had been at the back for about twenty minutes when a tall, handsome man walked into the area and instead of heading right into the bathroom, leaned against the bulkhead opposite of me, crossed his arms, and calmly said in a voice that seemed too loud, “So what are you on?” Fuck – how did he know? “Umm….nothing man, don’t know…what you are talking about,” I managed as I took another sip of water. He then took two steps, got right in front of me, casually looked around and said, “I expect an honest answer BOY. I asked you what you were on, and don’t try to lie to me again.” He then slowly pulled a black wallet out of his back pocket, flipped it open, showed me his big, gold US Federal Air Marshal badge, closed it, slid it back in his pocket, cocked his head, and waited for me to reply. Holy fuck! An Air Marshal! I instinctively tried to take a step back but was already pressed against the bulk head. I nervously looked around trying to find an escape route, then realized I was on a god damn plane, where the fuck was I going to go. I hung my head a little, looked up giving him my best puppy-dog eyes look and said, “Come on man, I’m not doing anything wrong, I just don’t feel good okay.” He reached out, patted my shoulder with big powerful hands and said, “Okay, so lets chat a bit. These long flights get pretty boring and I could use a good distraction.” I got increasingly fidgety as the Air Marshal stood way too close to me for my tastes and began to talk about jack shit. The weather, the Nationals baseball team, I don’t know. I barely focused on what he said as I was becoming so nervous and every time another passenger came back to use a bathroom or a stewardess was around I just knew – just knew they could all tell I was fucked up. “Right?” the Air Marshal asked. Fuck, what was he talking about? I just nodded and decided it was time to make my escape and tried to push my way past him. His left had shot out, grabbed my right arm, he stepped as close as possible and said, “I think I can help you out,” as he pressed his right hand against my chest. I looked down, he slowly tilted his palm to the side to show a small baggy full of white powder. My eyes got wide, I licked my lips and instinctively wiped my nose. The Marshal smiled, stepped back, opened one of the metal drawers along the back wall, pulled out a juice box, tore off the plastic encased straw, and handed it to me along with the baggy. He nodded towards the bathroom at the rear, I was shaking as I took the baggy, the straw, and looked at him warily as I entered the bathroom and closed the door. This bathroom was a little bigger than the others and while I had to piss, was too nervous. I shakily opened the baggy, took the straw, and snorted the powder up my nose. FUCK THAT BURNED! It felt like Tina, but more intense, or maybe I was just so tired, I don’t know, but a few more snorts and I was feeling much better. I stepped out of the bathroom and found the Air Marshal speaking with a stewardess in a low voice. She nodded, stepped back into the cabin, closing the curtain behind her. “I’m sorry to tell you I think you are getting sick and need to be quarantined,” he said with a smile and evil glint in his eyes. “Please step back into the bathroom.” I paused, what the hell was this? Was he busting me now? I backed into the airplane bathroom, the Air Marshal right behind me. He closed and slid the lock on the door, held out his hand, and I placed the baggy in it along with the straw. The Air Marshal opened the baggy, held it up, I tentatively took the straw and snorted a couple more times, then looked in the mirror to wipe off any white on my nostril. He then licked his finger, stuck it in the baggy, then said, “Drop your pants and bend over.” I started to protest, he glowered and said, “I only ask once.” I undid my denim shorts, dropped them to the floor, bent over the toilet and waited, my legs shaking from nervousness and the rush of powder. The Air Marshal took his left hand and pulled my cheek aside, then roughly shoved his coated finger into my hole. I pulled away as it hurt and burned, but he drove his finger as deep as he could and then worked it around, pulled it out, and repeated the process. When he pulled his finger out the second time I heard him suck it clean and as I tried to stand up he said, “Did I say to move?” I stayed bent over, the Air Marshal dropped his pants, his belt buckle banging against the plastic wall as it fell to the floor. I took a deep breath and waited and soon felt his raw dick pushing against my coated hole. The Air Marshal roughly grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back sharply as he thrust his dick into my ass. “OUCH!” I cried out as his big dick ripped into my ass. His other hand then covered my mouth as he began to pump my ass raw and saying, “I knew you were a little drug fag the moment I saw you. This is what you want isn’t it BOY? Huh? You better shut the fuck up and take this dick!” I just grunted as the Air Marshal’s raw dick opened my hole up and after a few minutes the mix of drugs and being fucked took over. I bent forward, pushed my ass back and up, and through my grunts begged him to fuck me deep. “Here it comes BOY, want this load? Want this load? UGH,” the Air Marshal grunted as he bred my ass, filling my Tina coated hole with his hot cum. He was so fucking deep up my ass that when he yanked it out my guts went with him. My muffled cry of OUCH was lost in his hand as he turned me around, I sat down on the airplane toilet seat, took his wet and slimy dick in my mouth, and licked him clean, tasting the tang of Tina and more. The Air Marshal strained to get his still semi-hard dick into his pants, buttoned up, pointed a finger at me with the instruction, “YOU – stay right there and leave this door unlocked,” before he backed out of the bathroom door. The cold plastic of the toilet seat eased the hot burning in my hole and about thirty-seconds later there was a knock at the door. Before I could grab the handle it was opened and another man stepped in. He was much older than the first and did not seemed at all surprised to find me sitting there and did not back out once he did. He calmly slid the lock on the door and said, “My colleague says you are not feeling so well and asked me to give you some of this.” In his hand was the baggy of white powder and the straw, so I shrugged, grabbed them and greedily snorted as much as I could. GOD DAMN THAT BURNED MY NOSE!!! The new guy chuckled, unbuckled his dress pants, and out slid a nice, LONG dick. He took the baggy back, pinched some powder between his fingers, sprinkled it on his dick and said, “I think you missed some.” I quickly started to lick and slurp on that big meat, loving the taste of the Tina and of his uncut dick. I don’t think he had washed in days as he had a ring of slime and crust around under his foreskin around the head that was foul, pungent, and delicious nectar for a cum pig like me! As soon as he was hard I stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed him my freshly fucked hole. He wasted no time and was rougher than the first guy as he shoved his long dick in as deep and as hard as he could. As soon as his raw dick was balls deep, I moved my feet together, squeezed my hole, and pushed my ass back and said, “FUCK ME.” He didn’t say a word as he grabbed my ass and started to long dick my cum filled hole. It took him a while to shoot, but when he did, cum started to drip out of my hole onto the bathroom floor. Once his dick started to go soft, he slid it out, stuffed it into his shorts, not letting me lick him clean as I wanted much to my frustration. He buckled up his pants and said, “Come on.” I pulled my pants up and followed him out of the bathroom, wondering what would happen if anyone saw us. No one was there though, except the Air Marshal who had fucked me. He and the new guy exchanged a few words, then the new guy said, “Come on,” as he pulled the curtain to the cabin back and started walking down the aisle. I walked past the Air Marshal who grabbed my arm and said, “Grab your bag and shit, take it with you.” So I stopped at my seat, got my stuff from the overhead bin, and walked fast down the aisle to catch up with the older guy. We headed to the front of the plane and I was surprised again at how few people there seemed to be on this flight as we headed up the stairs to the top deck of the 747. Once upstairs, the old guy pointed to a seat near the back and said, “Sit.” He then walked forward and I saw him speaking to the steward, who looked back at me, then nodded, and was soon rousing the two passengers at the front of the cabin. I heard him use the words ‘medical situation’ and before I knew it, they were standing up, grabbing their stuff, and heading down the stairs with the steward in tow. As I watched them leave, I turned and the older guy was now standing over me with badge in hand, “Like you’ve been told, you are sick and need to be quarantined, so now we have some privacy. My partner and I have a pretty good idea of how to make you feel better, but you need to do exactly as we say?” I just nodded as the Air Marshal unzipped his pants, stepped in my row in front of my seat, his hands on the back of my seat, facing the stairway as his long dick was now inches from my face. I immediately put his dick in my mouth and started to suck him, then with his right hand he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it onto his dick making me gag. My eyes teared up while I tried to deep throat him, my gut gurgling and throat making small choking noises. I opened my eyes and noticed someone was standing beside us and sputtered and spit as I pulled off his dick. The Air Marshal laughed, “Don’t worry about Clinton, he’s just waiting his turn.” Clinton turned out to be the steward who escorted the passengers downstairs and he was standing there rubbing his dick through his pants like he was trying to start a fire. He was not my type at all – skinny and nelly looking, but hell, any dick was good dick. The Air Marshal scooted to the side, flipped up the arm between the seats, told me to drop my shorts, and as I did he positioned himself with his back to the airplane window, his dick pointing to the aisle. Once I had my shorts down he pushed me forward I had one knee on the seat, my face towards the aisle and Clinton, and the Air Marshal between me and the window with him angling his dick into my wet hole. I arched my back as his dick popped into my hole. The angle was awful, but then he put one knee up on the seat behind me and it was a fairly good position. Clinton now had his dick out, so I started to suck on him while the Air Marshal rough fucked my hole and bred me with another load. As soon as he was done he pulled out, scooted out into the aisle and started pulling up his pants. Clinton was standing there with a still hard dick looking like he did not know what to do. “I got the watch, use the bathroom,” the Air Marshal said so I pulled up my shorts and followed Clinton to the bathroom. His dick was not as big and he shot in my ass pretty quick, but four loads – from raw dick up my ass – was not bad. I made it back to my new seat, Clinton and the Air Marshal exchanged a few words, the Marshal came over, held out his hand with the baggy and said, “Snort up. We plan to enjoy this flight so this if for you. And for me, well these little blue pills work fucking wonders.” I spent the rest of the flight to Amsterdam getting fucked by the two Air Marshals and once more by Clinton, the steward. When we arrived in Amsterdam the Marshals escorted me off the plane first, keeping up the ‘quarantine’ rouse, and took me right on through customs and out of the airport. I ended up missing my connecting flight and the rest of my trip as the Marshals had seven days of vacation planned in Amsterdam and had booked a room at the Black Tulip Hotel. I had never heard of the place but agreed to go with them for 'only one night’. It was not until we were in the room and I saw the sling and leather bed spread that I realized what they truly might have in store for me.

PART FOUR "Get up, get on your feet." Robert did as he was told, as he was starting to feel a strange but powerful sense of comfort in taking instructions and being obedient to this man. He had made Robert feel things in a way that no other man had yet done, and he started to realise, he wanted more. The guy started caressing Robert's chest, running his hands all over him, and lent forward to his face, placing a hand behind his head, and began to kiss him, Robert kissing back gently, and opening his mouth to be greeted by the cunning master's tongue. This sexual beast had Robert in shivers as they passionately frenched a few minutes, kissing and sucking each other's tongues, then the guy started rubbing Robert's nipples, gently at first, then pinching, applying more and more pressure, getting some gentle moans out of Robert in return. Then the guy lowered his head and took one of the lad's nipples in his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue his tongue around it, Robert's moans becoming more exasperated and pleasured while he did this. "My slut likes his tits teased, huh?" Said the stud. "Fffffuuuuccckkk yes, Daddy. Feels soooo good". Robert replied. The man then bit down, not too hard, but hard enough to get a loud set of pained and exasperated oooh's and aaah's out of Robert's sweet lips, then... The man stood back just a little, roughly grabbed a handful of Robert's hair, and spat in his face. "Cunt". Spat at him again. "Open your mouth". He spat inside Robert's mouth. "Say thank you." "Thank you", Robert obligingly replied, in his newfound understanding. This made him feel so dirty, so used, so..... He couldn't fully explain it, but he loved it. Again, he wanted more. He left his mouth open. The man spat at him again. "You really are trash, aren't you, bitch?". He slapped Robert in the face. Robert moaned in pleasure and approval. He wanted to show this dom he had began to learn his place. Who he really was. A faggot. A slave. A submissive whore. A cheap piece of fuck-meat for any man wanting to use him. Pain and abuse made him horny as fuck. He was, in essence, a Masochist. The man pinched both of Robert's nipples, hard. "I know how to use a slut. Tell me what you want. You really want to make Daddy happy, yes?" The man asked, in a dominant tone. "Yes, Daddy". "You're a trashy cum-dumpster whore, aren't you, faggot? You like being abused and verbally degraded, don't you?". "Yes Daddy. I love it." The man chuckled. He had the young man by the short and curlies now. He had broken him, and he knew it. He could see he had control, and the little slut would let him do anything he wanted. "On your knees, and open your fucking whore mouth, as wide as you can, and keep it open". Robert knelt down, and the man roughly grabbed his hair with both hands, then pulling Robert's head forward, jammed his cock down Robert's throat, making him gag. He pulled out, leaned over and spat in his face. "Take some poppers. Hit it about 5 times. Deep breaths." The man waited, still clutching Robert's hair while the lad breathed in the acrid fumes. "Open your mouth again." He forced his throbbing cock into Robert's throat, at first a bit slower and more gently this time, but built up pace, and was soon fully throat-fucking him, making Robert drool like a rabid animal. "Yes.... yeeeeessss, bitch. Get my dick wet. This is for your own good, cunt. Cause I think you know where I'm gonna stick my tool next."

i bet several hundred men have fucked this whore bareback and she doesnt even know their names or what they look like. faggots like you and @gangbangsuperstar are a great example for young cumdumps

I joined I February..used to be a members years back ..I'm a Top.. Uncircumcised... Uninhibited.,and Unprotected.. .AND NASTY SLEAZY ALL MANSMELLL SICK TWISTED ..MY UNCUT PROUDLY GENERATES HEAVY COCK CHEESE... LOT OF FORESKIN... PROMISCUOUS and Perverted as Fuck

PHRASING!

I love getting bred by total strangers

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!

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

Got off work last night and checked grindr. While i was on a couple messages popped up from guys that had used me before. They both wanted to meet at their place right then so i introduced them to each other and they decided to make it a 3some. It was dark when i pulled up in the back driveway of one of the guys so i stripped and left my clothes in the car and went to use his backyard shower. While i was rinsing soap off i heard someone behind me but i stayed facing the shower. He came up behind me and put his arms around me while his hard cock poked against my ass. In one hand was a blindfold and he told me "Put this on you fucking slut". I heard the 2nd guy at that point and i reached around to feel both hard cocks and told them i wanted them inside me so bad. The water was turned off and i bent over slightly as i felt lube being poured down the crack of my ass. A cock probed me and i reached back to guide him into my hole. Once he was all the way in i clenched and he moaned and told me i was a good little whore. I knew which guy was fucking me because he was about 6" and started really pounding hard while i leaned over to take the other guy's thick 8". When he saw me take the whole 8" he started saying fuck fuck fuck and i felt my hole get slick with his cum. I used my muscles to milk as much as possible out of him before he pulled out. They switched places and i felt the tip of the 8" cock poised at my hole. "Are you ready for this?" he asked and i just moaned as i started pressing back on him and felt the fat head pop into me. He let me slowly back onto him as i heard small gasps coming from him. I leaned forward, holding on to the hips in front of me, and swallowed the cock that had first bred me and cleaned him off as the guy filling me up started a slow procession of strokes. He pushed my mouth all the way down the cock in front of me as he started plowing in earnest. I could feel them leaning over me as they kissed. It wasn't more than 5 minutes before he started plunging into me fast and furious and i felt his cock get even harder as he came in my ass. He held still as i felt his cock throbbing. Just then the guy i was sucking grabbed my head and yelled "oh fuck!" as he flooded my mouth with cum. They withdrew and when i started to stand up one of them pushed me back down and then suddenly the shower spray of cold water hit me and i yelped. "Clean up. No hot water. Then go to the bookstore and take more cock. We are going to use you again tomorrow night but get some cum in you before you get here. We both want to use your slut pussy again."

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".

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.

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.

PART 2 I had no idea what to do. I was naked, seated on the edge of a stranger's bed, and we were watching a gay porn, a gay porn where a young guy was slobbering all over a guy's cock. My six inch cock was rock hard, but next to me was an almost rock hard man dick. I marveled at how such a thin guy had such a huge fat cock. It had to be at least eight and a half inches. As if sensing it, or maybe he was just staring at me staring at his cock, he commented "I like that you can’t stop looking at my cock. You must be hungry. Have you been with many guys?” I just figured honesty was best and I wasn’t exactly fooling anyone into thinking I was 'Mr. Experience', so I told the truth. "I've..., I've gone to a bookstore a few times and done stuff.” I was super embarrassed to admit it, but he looked at me and smiled, responding "Good for you. Bookstore booths can be hot. Did you just let guys suck you or has Chris learned to get his knees dirty?” "At first, I got sucked but I kind of like, I kind of like to suck more than get sucked.” There, I had admitted it. "And what about fucking? Anyone get that butt yet?” he asked. "I tried it twice. It was good, but it kind of hurts, and well, it seems like... condoms aren’t very slippery it feels like.” He looked at me thoughtfully and asked "So, each of the guys who fucked your ass used a condom? But not when you were sucking, right? I imagine you took each man's load in your mouth, didn’t you?” “I only tried fucking twice and yes, each guy used a condom. And yes, you're also right, when I suck I don’t ever use a condom. Oh, and yeah, the guys always just cum in my mouth. I don’t mind though.” There, I had admitted that too. I liked sucking cock and tasting cum. “Well Chris, I am proud of you for being so open with me and for going out and finding what you like. Do you want to know what I like and what I have done?” I nodded. “I've done most everything, I think, so if you have a question, just ask. But when it comes to fucking and sucking and having man sex, I like it all. But most of the time, I am the one getting sucked more than the one sucking. And most of the time I am the one licking a guy's asshole instead of him licking mine. And I am always the one, these days, that fills a hot manhole instead of having a cock deep up in me. And I have a secret trick for fucking that makes it real slippery and the bottoms always love it. In my book it's the only way to fuck. Can you guess what it is?” I shrugged, having no idea. "Well, let's put it this way: the problem with the way you’ve been fucking is that you used condoms. I never do.”

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

CHAPTER ONE Please be kind in your reviews and I really hope you enjoy it. The tags in the story will give you an idea of where I plan on taking it. Through the eyes of Scotty: I hear it again, the faint sound of the shower running, my heart skips a beat. Some people say they feel butterflies in life’s tender moments, for me that was the sensation I felt every time I heard my father’s shower running; knowing I’d be able to sneak a glimpse of him, water cascading down his amazing well defined body. I’d been spying of Dean, my father since I was 16 when I first came to terms with my feelings towards other men and realising I’m gay. Jerking off, while watching him shower and knowing he was totally unaware of me doing so made it so much hotter! My mum and dad married and started a family very young, Dean is only 37, to my 17 years. They had my brother Beau one year before me and I think I’m blessed to have a young Dad and Brother. Unfortunately I lost my mother when I was 12, she passed in a car accident on her way to work. Since then it’s just been us boys with dad doing an amazing job of raising us. Beau is already at university studying, so it’s just dad and I living together and Beau visits some weekends and during term breaks from University. Our living arrangements make it easy for me to secretly watch my dad and get my fix, so to speak. And he doesn’t disappoint, as I watch him now, his back is resting against the shower wall, water flowing down his delicious smooth abs, his fat 9 inch cock in his right hand, being stroked casually, his left hand slowly caressing his ass cheek while he strokes himself, moaning in pleasure. I never get tired of this view, peaking through the gap in the door from dads bedroom and his ensuite bathroom, my briefs to my knees, stroking my boyish 8 inch cock, my eyes feasting on the vision of my dad wanking, I know I won’t last too long and hearing my dad’s moans increase, I’m propelled to my orgasm even faster. I see my father, through the steam in the bathroom, abs contracting, grunting, shooting ropes of cum from his massive tool, onto the glass of the shower. Wishing his cum was being sprayed over me, or better yet inside me. It was all too much , I started shooting my load into my left hand, still staring at dad in the shower as he milks the last of his load out. Ugh, I’m in heaven, but quickly snapped back to reality as I hear the shower turn off and the shower door open and close. With my left hand full of cum, I quickly lift my briefs with my right hand and run to my room, so as not to get caught. I make it back to my room and lay on my bed, another successful trip spying on dad, with my heart still racing, my cock only just starting to deflate, I rub my load all over my quivering asshole, wishing, hoping that one day it’ll be a load on and in my ass, delivered by my hot dad Dean himself. A boy can only dream right? ################################################################################# Through the eyes of Dean: Startled, I wake to my alarm blaring at 6am, with my morning wood throbbing, aching to take a piss, I lay there thankful its Friday with the weekend just around the corner. I hear music coming from my son’s room, so I know Scotty is already awake and no need to go and annoy him. He’s a good kid, great grades, excellent attitude and such a caring young man. He lost his mother early in life and he misses her dearly. He has applied himself at school to ensure he succeeds to honor his mother’s memory. He and I are more alike than he realises, you see I used to consider myself bisexual, however since the unexpected passing of my wife, I couldn’t bring myself to be intimate with another woman. So I started dating men exclusively and have never looked back. I’m actually somewhat of a perverted dick pig, versatile, with a thick poisonous 9 inch cock that makes guys go crazy and a hole that can take a damn good pounding, the harder the better, bareback of course, you see I’m a massive cum pig. I haven’t ever used a condom and that will never change. I say he and I have more in common than he realises because he’s been spying on me in the shower, I think for about a year or so. The first time I realised he was watching me he was 16 years old. He’s an amazing looking young man, six pack, smooth, cute as fuck and I think gay, or at least bisexual. I couldn’t believe I was the object of his adolescent desires, but be damned if I’m not going to get some enjoyment out of it and corrupt him in the process, like I said; I’m perverted. I’ve been putting on shows for him for a long time now, knowing he’s been watching me while I shower. I even set up a gopro camera in my room to film him watching me, so that I can focus on putting on a show and not taking a casual glance towards the door to see if he’s there. And to be fair, he was there pretty much every time I showered, stroking his hot cock, rubbing his abs while staring at me getting off. I always positioned myself in the shower so that my biohazard tattoo on my hip was clearly visible from his vantage point. I wonder if he’s put two and two together. He always blew what looked like a great load before sneaking back to his room after I’d climaxed and given him what he wanted to see. His 18th birthday is fast approaching and it’s something I’ve been looking forward to for a very long time.

Looking back, I wish I had never heard about Craigslist. Or thAt Craigslist had policed their personal ads better. Or done away with them much, much earlier than they did. But They didn’t, and now I have to live with the consequences, however long that may be. There was a time when I didn’t really know about Craigslist personals. I used manhunt and adam4adam like a regular, horny gay guy. I also used scruff and Grindr, but those only ever seemed to work if I was out of town. But manhunt and A4A were iffy at best at producing a decent lay, and getting worse. That’s when I heard people talking about Craigslist. It started off as people laughing and talking about “sleazy Craigslist hookups”— like it was a joke. Only the dirtiest of people would post ads and connect that way. People talked about posts they had seen (or heard about) where guys were looking for really off the beaten path kink stuff. Like scat, or diaper play, or rape scenes. It was like the “dirty bookstore” of gay hookups, guys may do it, but didn’t want to be caught using it. Anyway, the seed had been planted (pun intended) and I found myself thinking about it more and more often. Especially as my one regular now had a boyfriend and was not available. And as I said before, manhunt and A4A seemed to be full of flakes. So one weekend night I found myself opening up the personal section and scrolling through to see what kind of trouble was out there. What I discovered was that most of the ads were pretty benign. Just guys looking for a quick hookup. Usually something anonymous with no strings. Which all sounded just fine to me. Now I did find a couple ads looking for stuff I considered beyond the pale, which I quickly skipped over. And then I discovered one ad that caught my eye. I really should have skipped it too, but I was intrigued. This is how the ad read: “PREGNANCY BY THE SPERMINATOR: Is your biological clock ticking? Are you looking to get knocked up? If so, my dick will get the job done. 100% pregnancy track record, usually on the first try. My baby batter is planted so deep, my DNA is guaranteed to take. Serious inquiries only. And no, I ain’t sending a pic of my cuntwrecker- just know it is Guinness Record big and will be the biggest you’ll ever take. Hit me up with a pic and digits in the first email.” There was only one pic with the ad. It was a gritty picture of an egg with sperm surrounding it, like you would see in a textbook or in a biology film. Only superimposed over the egg was the biohazard symbol. Now I wasn’t dumb, I’d been around enough to know the biohazard thing meant HIV positive. And the ad was in the gay men section of the ads so there wasn’t much mistaking what the ad was for. The guy was advertising converting guys into being HIV positive. On purpose. The ad disgusted me. Who would deliberately infect someone? But even worse, his ad was asking for guys who were actively seeking HIV infection? Who does that? Surely there weren’t guys out there that did this, were there? I skipped the ad that night and ended up emailing a top guy who was looking for a dark room pump n dump. He responded, saying he wanted to just walk in and find me on all fours ready to take cock. No talking. 30 minutes later, I was taking a 7” or raw dick, with only the flicker of porn to illuminate the room. I never saw the guys face. Only his nutload the next morning. After my first success, I went back to the Craigslist well again the next day. As I was perusing the ads, I found myself looking for the Sperminator ad. I couldn’t find it- it had probably been reported and removed. I’m not sure why I was fixated on this ad- the concept was revolting. But it also made my dick twinge a little, and I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps I was just intrigued by the description of the guy’s cock. Who knows? Even if the Sperminator ad wasn’t there, there were plenty of others. And that next day I found a couple other ads that sounded good and hit them up. That night I managed to get two more loads, one from a married DL guy and one from a hung, uncut hispanic just getting off work. Craigslist was really working for me! Over the next few months, I would find myself going to Craigslist when I was horny, and I’d usually find some cock. I was noticing a lot of similar and/or repeat ads with the same cock pics. A couple even from guys who had fucked me- and I’d often get repeat cumloads that way. It was in this way I stumbled on the Sperminator ad again. Same heading. Same text. Same pic. And again I was upset by it— and oddly turned on. But sure as hell I wasn’t gonna hit up the ad as I wasn’t one of those, twisted, fucked up “bug chasers”. Fuck that. Although as I scrolled through the ads looking for my next fuck, I started taking stock of whAt I was doing. I was having anonymous, Craigslist hookups and letting these random men fuck me unprotected and cum inside me. And to be honest, what did I know about these guys, really? I was negative but I never really asked about the status of the guys fucking me. Some of them could be positive and just not telling me. But guys wouldn’t do that, would they? Thoughts like this would inevitably quench my sex drive for awhile, until my ass would get the itch again and I’d jump back on good ol Craigslist and hunt down a load or three. About this time I started dabbling with posting my own ads. I had a killer ass pic that seemed to attract the tops. This ad helped me pull in a LOT of cock. But, as all good things do, Craigslist started becoming more hit and miss for me- more often than not a miss. And I started going longer and longer between fucks, and it was driving me crazy. And as we all know, horny and desperate leads to bad decision making. After one particularly crazy month of no sex due to family drama, work, and other extracurricular activities, I finally had a free weekend and I was climbing the walls. I needed sex in the worst way and goddamn it, I was gonna find some. So I jumped on Craigslist and started scrolling... and that’s when I saw it. The Sperminator as was back up. And I opened it found myself reading and rereading it. Why was I even entertaining the thought of this? And why was my dick straining against my sweats at the thought of a cuntwrecker of world record size? I closed the ad and kept scrolling. I found about 8 other ads that intrigued me enough that I sent them messages. After an hour And a half I had zero responses. And it was getting late. Fuck. I needed Dick in me or I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I was literally going out of my mind. Which is my only explanation for why I scrolled back to the Sperminator ad... and answered it. I sent him two pics— a face pic and my ass pic that seemed to get me laid. And I sent my phone number as requested. After I hit send my stomach was in knots. What did I just do? I rationalized it to myself by telling myself that he probably wouldn’t even message me. And even if he did I was under no obligation to respond. I could even block his number if I wanted. All of which would be moot because I was sure he wouldn’t... My phone chimed at me. I had a text. I opened the text window. Random local number text. All it said was “sup”. Fuck, what do I do now? I could ignore. But my stomach had that anxious feeling and my cock was throbbing in anticipation. What to do what to do?? I took a breath and texted back. Me: my ass. For cock Him: I see that. Nice ass. seen ur ads before. Thought about hittin it 4 awhile Me: glad you like. I’m kinda nervous tho. You sound huge Him: it is huge. U gon walk funny 4 days Me: lol that’s what scares me Him: u hit me up, u must want a baby Me: that also scared me Him: u wastin my time? U saw my ad. I knock bitches like u up for fun. U never forget this Dick. Him: U want or no? I waited and debated. And in the end, I texted back. Me: yes. Him: addy? I typed in my address, parking and entry instructions. And I hit send. Him: coo. See you in 20. Have that ass deep cleaned My god. What the fuck did I just do? What was I thinking? And hell, I better fucking check my prep work to make sure I am fully cleaned out. The next 20 minutes went by in a blur. My ass was fully prepped. I prelubed the hell out of my hole and I cracked open some fresh poppers. Just as I was dimming lights and getting the porn on, my phone buzzed. He was at my building entrance— and I was freaking out. I buzzed him in anyway. There were 30 tense seconds, and then there was a knock at my door. And there I was, at the rubicon. Was I going to do this— like for real do this? I opened the door and invited him in. The Sperminator was tall. Really tall. Like pro basketball tall. Probably 6’8”? And he was black. And he was handsome. Scruffy beard. Short dreads with blonde tips. A visible neck tattoo peaking out the top of his shirt. Biggest feet I’ve ever seen on a human— the Nike’s were enormous. I locked the door and led him to the living room. He took off his jacket and sat down. I asked if he needed anything to drink. He asked if I had beer— I did. I got two and joined him in the couch. “You’re really nervous,” he said. “Well yeah. I’m honestly not sure why I answered the ad, and I’m second guessing everything.” “Something about it must have got your juices flowing. You must secretly want that ass knocked up,” he smirked. “I don’t think I do— at least I never thought about it that way. I mean, I get off on taking raw cock and cum, but never thought about it much beyond that,” I confided. “Then why am I here dude? You know what I do and you answered my ad.” He stood up to leave. “Cuz I’m a whore for big cock and I think I’ll go crazy if I don’t get fucked and bred tonight!” I stated. “Well, I got big cock,” he said, and he swished his hips back and forth. He was wearing grey sweats and what swung back and forth below the fabric looked positively monstrous. “He sniffin our that pussy and he getting excited,” he said. And his rising cock started pressing into the leg fabric. I set my beer down and got on my knees in front of him. “Can I see it?” I asked. He nodded and I reached up and slowly pulled down his sweatpants. I had to pull his sweats almost down to his knees before his cock sprang free. Yes, you read that right. His cock nearly stretched to his knee! When it popped free, I just sat back on my heels and marveled. It was simply fucking huge. “Told ya,” he said. “You like? That pussy quiverin?” “Hoh. Lee. Fuck.” I finally breathed. “It is easily the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Porn or real life”. For my own edification, I cupped his balls and laid his cock along my arm. It went past my goddamn elbow. And it was torpedo shaped. The middle of it was fat— fat like my forearm fat. I mean, the whole thing was fat, but the middle was ridiculous. And I don’t think he was even fully hard yet. “Now that he up, he ain’t satisfied til he breed a pussy,” he told me. “So I hope you’re ready.” I sucked the the tip and as much of him into my mouth. Bottomed out in my mouth, i wasn’t even 1/3 of the way down his dick. Just feeling his head flex in my mouth and feeling that massive, heavy member was making my own dick leak. I tried sucking him a bit longer before I gave up and pulled off him. “Since I can’t even begin to suck this thing, let’s hope my ass is ready for this cuntwrecker. My ass was definitely not ready. We went to my bedroom and got naked. He laid down on my bed. “Here, imma do you a favor and let you sit on it. Normally I just take the pussy, but tonight I’m feeling generous.” So I lubed him liberally, straddled him, positioned his head at my hole, and hit the poppers hard. I still could have stopped. Said no. Made him leave. But that massive cock was beckoning me. I needed to try it, if anything just to say I did it. I wanted the story. And I wanted to know what that much cock felt like inside my body. So without another thought (and with a good popper rush going) I started to sink down onto his dick. I did not make it far. I got hung up at that thick middle portion. My ass was feeling full and I wasn’t even halfway onto him. I slow bounced up and down to try to get that thick portion in, but no dice. I pulled off and relubed us both, took more poppers, and tried again. And again I got stuck halfway at the thick part. He must have been at least 7” in diameter there. Or more. My fingers never came close to touching around it. “I don’t know if I can get you in,” I panted. “Sure you can, that pussy good and deep,” he said. I felt his hands move to my hips and then he sharply thrust up into me while pulling down on my hips. I howled in pain. I’m sure my neighbors thought I was being murdered, and I guess technically speaking, I was. He just tore my sphincter in one thrust and I nearly blacked out. My vision fuzzed our to blackness and I saw stars. And the pain made me feel nauseous. “There you go, baby,” he said. “Told you I’d fit— and make you walk funny for days.” And the irony was he wasn’t even fully in yet. His thick part was, but there was probably still 3 or 4 more inches of him to go. Thankfully he stayed still while my ass did it’s best to adjust to his massive size. I gulped great quantities of air in order to relax. And I hit the poppers again. Slowly I up and downed onto his cock and I could feel his head at my second ring. And then popped through and was beyond my second ring— and still going. And that’s when my eyes rolled back in my head. I’d never felt anything like it before. The biggest cock I’d previous had was probably a true 8.5”. It was enough to smash into my second ring and hurt. And eventually with some maneuvering his head went in. But it was uncomfortable. This cock was closer to 13”. And was sublime. The pleasure created by his cock rearranging my intestines and slipping well into my second ring was mind blowing. It was making me forget the pain at my hole. I hit the poppers and started to ride him in earnest as I could NOT get enough of that feeling. I rode him and worked myself into a lather. I was sweating bullets from the effort of taking something so massive into my body. And my dick was rock hard and leaking Precum onto his belly. I was in heaven. Or so I thought. “Ok, that’s enough of a free ride. Time for me to deep dick this pussy right,” he informed me. He lifted up on my hips and I slowly extricated his cock from my ass. It felt like it took a minute to fully pull out of me. The tug outward on my ass as the thick part pulled out was intense as hell. And thankfully I had indeed prepped adequately. He commented on this and was impressed. He got me on all fours at the edge of the bed (thankfully my bed was tall) and he stood up behind me. I asked him to put a bit more lube on (he did) and I took a good snootful of poppers. He positioned himself at my hole and said, “Get ready- cuz we ain’t stoppin til I put a baby in you.” And then he shoved in. The pleasure pain of it was exquisite. The thick part still hurt like fuck going in, but not like before. And he buried himself in me in one stroke and ache as he went into my second ring took my breath away. I screwed the poppers to my nose and prepared for his onslaught. It was borderline brutal. Once he was in, he set up to pistoning my guts with shorter deep thrusts. Making my second ring jack his head and shaft. And then every so often he’d do a long, slow, pullout— pause— then shove back in hard until his pelvis slapped my ass. I moaned and grunted with every hard thrust. The short strokes made me keen in delight. At some point my body gave in to his cock and he sensed it. It was like my ass stopped fighting and finally relaxed. When that happened, it was like I was transported to a different dimension. The pleasure. The deep deep pleasure was transcendent. It was like my whole body was on the edge of a sneeze and vibrating. When we reached this point, he started pulling his cock all the way out of me and then slamming it back in to the hilt. Again and again and again. I think I was either moaning or saying “oh fuck” with every thrust. I honestly don’t recall exactly. My vision was red from the poppers and I was almost having an out of body experience. “You ready to get pregnant, bitch?” He asked? “Fuck yes!! Knock me up deep!” I cried. He buried himself deep and did a series of quick, short thrusts. And then he grabbed my hips hard (enough to leave finger shaped bruises) and did one final wickedly hard thrust that he kept buried as deep as he could. I felt his massive member throb deep inside me. Deeper inside me than any man had ever been. It throbbed again. And again. And again. Six seven eight times. Or more. We stayed welded together until he stopped spurting and his dick started softening. Part of me was glad the fuck was over. My ass needed a break from the pain aspect. But the full feeling in my ass was so nice I didn’t want him to pull out. But eventually he did, but not before telling me to tighten my hole and squeegee every drop of seed out of his cock. I collapsed onto the bed and into a huge wet spot. Apparently he’d fucked the cum out of me, but I was so out of it, I didn’t realize when I had cum. As he cleaned himself up in my bathroom he complimented me on my ass and my ability to take his cock. “Most guys cry,” he said matter of factly. As I walked him to the door he said, “Now you read my ad, right? 100% pregnancy guarantee. If you don’t get it this time, I’ll come back til you do. I got a rep to protect. You just let me know.” He had to come back two more times before my pregnancy test came back positive.

I’ll be in Berlin from 17/4 - 24/4 staying at Sorat Ambassador Hotel. Looking for tops for sleazy sex - either hotel room or at a club / event

Bareback is just easier and better. It’s easier because you can do ass to mouth (which doesn’t have to be sleazy) and you can slide in, slide out, and just keep repeating without having to put on and take off a condom. It’s better because of the way it feels. There’s no barrier or anything to annoy my hole. It’s just cock, lube and my hole. When the guy cums, it’s a very intimate act and it doesn’t have to be sleazy. Of course, it can be sleazy like some have said. I know that I prefer it bare and I don’t party and I don’t think it’s always sleazy.

I love a PA in my ass or mouth especially with a POZ Man. The bigger the better. If it scrapes it is doing its job, as for chipping teeth I don't have any.

I love getting fuck by a Man with a P. A but as I have 4 gauge P. A not everyone likes it in there hole or mouth. In the ass it can cause small scraps and in the mouth it can chip teeth.

you are dead right = the feeling of being complete I get when I have been fucked by six or seven different or when I host five or six tops at home is so overpowering. I even start to get excited hours before I know I am going to a sex party, or a group of tops are coming over or I am going to the dark room. I find it hard to concentrate on anything but the cocks I am going to get

Goop. I first heard that term on an episode of Archer and thought it sounded dumb there. Months later a dude shouted "Give me your goop!", and it did break my rhythm, but only for a second...

Last night after work stopped by the video store and ran into this guy I've been blowing in the back of my car for sometime now. Since I didn't have my car with me I offered to pay for a booth so we can really get comfortable. He settled in the chair with his pants and underwear down I proceeded too suck him nice and slow. He comments about how well I suck dick and how he wants some ass. I moan with my mouth fill of his eight and a half inches in my mouth. He asks do I want it? And I moaned yes. He then goes "no say it!". I let his cock slide out of my mouth and I plead for him to fuck me. I strip out of my pants and underwear suck on his dick a little more to keep him hard and he slathered some lube on my hole fingered my hole and commented how tight I was. He then instructed me to get up on the seat and lower my ass. I did so and as soon as I lowered it I felt the head of his dick press up on my hole and before I knew he shoved hard and forced my ass open. He was going for those slow deep strokes. Saying how he wanted my ass from the beginning. I was in a delirium from a combination of his hard inches and the double scorpio. I was moaning and begging him not to stop but keep fucking me as long as possible. At some point he breathes in my ear you like being fucked? And I responded yes and gripped my waist and started pile driving my ass. For a moment my mind went blank from the assault on my ass and then he pushed up and came deep in my ass. By then my balls were aching for release and I begged him to choke me as I stroked off which he seemed more than happy to do I dressed keeping his jizz in my ass and headed home

the dark room was awesome. id go str8 to the dark room and take numerous anonymous loads just to use as lube. by about the 7th load, guys would slide in easy and splash cum on their dick and balls. id love to keep track somehow. or find someone to whore my hole out to anonymous horny guys.

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. ?

I’ll be there sat looking for piss and a loaf or two

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

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.

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

A fantastic chapter that shows not only the evolution of Jeff from a sub bottom to an assertive poz versatile top, but also Connor's acceptance and recognition of his new sexual appeal and desires. The sex takes a supportive role in this chapter, which allows both Jeff's and Connor's vulnerabilities to take "center stage." This brings a degree of reality to this outstanding work of fiction...?

Friday. Met up with fb at his place. Hot muscled guy. Great body. Ripe armpits and ass. Ate his hole foevever. Then he slid his 9” BBC in in my ass and bred me for 30 minutes. On my way home stopped by a new fb’s place. Young...19...loves to kiss, loves his ass eaten and loves to fuck raw. Had never bred my hole when it had a load in it.....hesitated at first but loved it and dumped 2 more loads. Later in the day met up with a regular fb....once or twice a week for 8 years. Regular routine. Strip, suck him. He slides his bbc into me and fucks me rough. Pulls out, I suck him clean, we kiss and cuddle and I leave. Drive home. Let my partner slide his cock into me and enjoy the loads. A good afternoon.

very nice sexy...love to meet and get involved xx

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It was literally on my ninth birthday actually. Parents were busy and I was supposed to be dropped off to my friends' place. Turned out my friend was grounded and he wasn't allowed to have me over so I went back to my driver and told him to take me home crying. He took me to his quarters to cheer me up. Our manservant had told him I was a cock sucker. I sucked his cock and for my birthday present he told me he would eat my ass. It felt amazing. after a few minutes he pushed his cock in with nothing on it except our spit. I screamed and he held me down. Fucked me for what seemed like an eternity and then came inside my boy cunt. I bled afterwards and he literally told me it was my hymen. And being 9 I believed him. LMAO.

started fucking boys in elementary school.fucked my first adult faggot in grade 8

Part 2: Becoming pregnant fuck meat I walked out into the hall and back up to the hotel bar. I look around. My friends had gone. The bar almost empty, just the barman cleaning up. He looked at me and smirked "I think your friends let honey" he said in a very camp voice and looked me up and down like he was undressing me. Behind me my skinhead appeared. He put his arms around me "c'mon up to my room and I'll call you a cab, you look wasted". I didnt resist, eveything was spinning. Before I knew it I was in his room, sitting on the edge of his hotel bed. He stood in front of me. "Well, whilst we wait for a cab you may as well finish sucking my cock". He pulled down his jeans and his hardening cock sprang out. I was immediately transfixed and began sucking on it like it was the most natural thing to do in the world. I was deep throating it like a pro, like I'd seen in the porn movies. I licked his balls and sucked them into my mouth. I was in heaven. He pulled my T-Shirt off, and pushed me back onto the bed. Then he pulled off my boots and jeans. Within seconds I was naked on my back. I have to go I said, I'm wasted... "Relax" he told me "I have you a little something to help you get into it, being your first time I thought you needed some help" "What do you mean, you gave me something..." I slurred "Just a little something I pushed up your cunt with my tongue" I started sucking my cock. I started moaning. I was in heaven. He replaced his mouth with his hand and moved to licking my arse. I was in heaven, moaning like a total slut. He began fingering me and working my cock at the same time, I'd never felt anything like it. Then he stopped and moved up my body, my legs pinned over his shoulders. He kissed me deeply, his tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. "are you ready, you are going to get fucked tonight, you know that dont you?" "Yes, sir, but please not without a condom..." "It's OK' he said "Dont worry, you are going to get barebacked at some point, it may as well be tonight, You want to lose your virginity properly dont you?" God yes, I moaned and uttered the words every bottom knows so well "Please fuck me, fuck me hard, cum in me, I want you to cum inside me" He pushed his cock into me. I dont even remember it hurting. All I remember is the fucking - him fucking me hard and me taking it like I was born to be bitch. On my back with a man inside me. I was groaning and taking on the role of a slut in ways I didnt think I was possible of - begging him to fuck me harder, to use my cunt. Hurt me, rape me, everything I could think of. My entire world was now about his amazing dick in my arse and for the first time I felt complete, loved and wanted. "I'm getting close" he said "Maybe if you are lucky we'll get you pregnant first time" That sounded kinky, being a girl I thought, pretending I could pregnant. My femboy side had awakened and I loved the idea of being the girl with a cunt. "Yes, please, cum in me, make me pregnant. Give me your babies, I want you to be my daddy, cum in me daddy please cum in me" And then he did it - he pushed down hard and pumped his load into me. Thats all I remember from that night, I must have passed out. I woke up the next morning, still in his bed, naked...

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Wow! I could write a book! First, at least for me, it's hard to understand how, for some guys, it doesn't feel good. I know that sex is in the mind as much as the body, but we are all made the same. I get even more physical pleasure from a cock in my ass as anything I get from my cock, and that says a lot! As far as the difference of one in me raw or with a condom on, to some degree, it's about the same, at least until he cums. I can usually feel him throbbing and pulsing but I don't feel his actual cum shooting inside me. It doesn't take long though, if he keeps pumping me, to fuck a little out of me and his cock gets really slick and the wet smacking of skin to skin is really hot. That brings it to the psychological part, which is hard to put into words. When I'm getting fucked bareback it's like the real thing! I know there is nothing between us and his naked cock is up my ass! It's so naughty, kinky and HOT! I know his pre cum is oozing out in me and when he cums that wonderful nasty stuff that was just in his sexy balls is actually inside me and in contact with my insides. I guess there is no good way to describe how turned on it makes me if you don't already have these feelings. If a guy were to fuck me BB and pulled out to cum, he might as well have been wearing a condom. For me, getting fucked bareback means taking his load up my ass.

Have been craving a black load up my ass for a week. Haven't slept well, have had trouble focusing, have been obsessing over it. Been trying all my typical hook up sites with no luck. Tried cruising at the park yesterday and was only able to swallow a load. Chatted with an older black guy on A4A who said he was coming over, but then we had a miscommunication and we missed each other. This morning he texted me just as I was waking up, told him I could host, and he was on his way! 30 minutes later I was letting in a 50yo Caribbean guy who had a foot on me and a really perky butt. He was a great kisser with a big tongue that filled my mouth and really gentle hands. We were naked and in bed in less than three minutes, and he had his pretty sizable dick in me a minute after that. He had me in every position and all over the bed, sliding in and out the whole time. I'm pretty tight and most guys give up pretty quick, but he got his whole rod in me and wouldn't let it leave. He kissed and whispered to me the entire time I rode him. After 2.5 hours, I told him my friend was staying on my couch and was arriving in less than an hour, so he groaned and growled as he dropped his load all the way inside me. He kissed me goodbye and told me he would be back next weekend. I jumped in the shower and tried to keep the load in me, but my hole was so stretched it felt like it couldn't close! My ass is swollen and warm to the touch... finally feel like I got what I needed!