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Part Two “I don’t feel like doing all the work so I’m gonna let you beg for the mere opportunity to serve me.” I gaped at him briefly, then sheepishly, almost embarrassed, I slid off the couch and crawled across the filthy floor to his feet. I bowed my head low between his spread legs, eyes cast down but spine straight with core engaged, hoping he would interpret this body language as submissive yet proud. “Please sir. Please allow me to worship you however it pleases you. Please. I beg you for the opportunity to be used as your personal slave, servant, holes, whatever, however…just please allow me to…please, sir, please use this pathetic faggot in any way you like, you are the reason I exist, sir.” He sat there for a moment, absorbing my desperate declaration of servitude. I couldn’t see his face but out of my peripheral I could tell his cock definitely twitched a few times. He laughs, a deep belly laugh that slowly makes its way up to a smug chuckle. “Well fuck me running. I just got myself my very own faggot. Kinda feels like winning the lottery except .... He chuckles again to himself as he leans forward so his mass is towering over me, my head still bowed low between his legs at his feet, marveling at the amount of shards in his carpet...because...meth. He sparks his torch and takes a long luxurious rip off his bong, my kunt twitches. He exhales a massive cloud that seems to envelop me completely. I close my eyes. SMACK “Pay attention faggot, always. You live to serve men right? Well you live to serve me now and my servants are always on point, if you’re good enough I may even really get you on point. But first things first. Let’s see how well you do with this.” He leans back in his massive club chair, more masculine than ever before, slouches and spreads his legs so his fucking gym shorts ride up freeing a beautiful 6” half-mast cut cock and two huge, shaved, low hanging balls from the leg of the shorts. The world around me, and my place in it cease to exist; only this man and his manhood remain. I rapidly experience the perfect Pavlovian response: eyes dilate, mouth salivates, adrenaline pumps, attention focuses laser-like on his crotch and before I can even realize it’s going to happen, I whimper.... A pathetic, hungry little bitch kind of whimper that I’m betting he’s never heard any woman make when he whips it out. Quietly, almost under his breath, “Fuck. Yes. Faggot...this is,” he says, pulling the crotch of his shorts more to the side, showcasing his swelling cock and balls with his big knuckled hands, “your destiny. I need you to...no, you WILL worship me because that’s what you do. Prove yourself, cock sucker and take both my cock and balls down your throat without crushing my balls or cheese grating my cock. I don’t care if you can breath or not, prove your skill and worthiness.” I whimper again and move up towards his cock, opening my mouth almost drooling on his chair. “Hold up,” his massive palm squarely grips my entire face, “smoke this first.” He hands the freshly packed bong down me and I sit up on my haunches. Surprisingly, he puts the bong to my mouth and lights it for me. “Suck this bong like your gonna suck the last dick of your life.” I inhale slowly and deeply. He keeps the heat on the bowl and I don’t want to be rude and let his shit burn so I keep sucking, faster now until my lungs are maxed and burning….my head spins, heart pounds, my cock strains out copious precum. He hands me the bong as I finish my rip and as I start to exhale, before I can even flinch, he jams four of his fingers into my mouth, two from the left on bottom and two from the right on top. I look up at him confused until I feel him applying pressure. “I bet I won’t have to stretch your face as much I do with my other bitches but I always warm up the kunt I’m about to fuck, get it nice and wide and wet so it can take all of me without trouble.” Then, not gently, he pulls my jaws in opposite directions, stretching my mouth open past its natural limit. He uses his remaining fingers to massage my tongue and tease my throat making me salivate even more. He spits directly down my throat. My eyes water. After a few delicious minutes of this, he pulls his fingers out of my panting gape, wipes them in my hair, takes the bong back and growls one simple command, “Worship.” #wip I’m as crazed, pathetic, high, lost, found, and dickmatized as I’ve ever been (and I know it) so I relish the moment as long as I am able. Leaning down, putting my face into his beautiful cock and massive balls, I inhale deeply. It’s better than poppers. Another whimper. Then I lick the underside of his balls, first one, than the other, teasing his flesh as I work around to the front. He moans out a guttural “fuuuuck.” Encouraged, I greedily suck his entire sack into my mouth trying to swallow them whole. My tongue works the base of his cock and his taint while I suck all the sweat/man smell I can get, lewdly slobbering everywhere, being who and what I am. In a natural pause, “take another rip faggot,” putting the freshly loaded bong to my mouth. Another brutally long and deep inhale. Finally he pulls the bong away and puts his massive hand over my mouth and nose, sets the bong down with his other hand and then grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his cock, now fully 8.5” hard. “I don’t want to see any smoke until my pubes are up your nose.” Again, I involuntarily whimper. The huge rush has my esophagus opened wide ready to gulp oxygen and feed my amped up system. He has other plans. Hands on the back of my head he guides my mouth on to his cock. In one fail swoop I slurp his delicious veiny-smooth dick of death right down my throat, blasting what smoke was left in my lungs out of my nose into his pubes as ordered. My reward was him groaning and grabbing the back of my head with both hands, I inhale as much as I can preparing for whats coming. Throat relaxed, his hands grip tighter as he starts to fuck my face kunt like a teenager in heat. “Ho. Ly. Fuck” he said between thrusts. “I guess I’ve never had the pleasure of a real cock sucker before. And you’re not even fighting back! Fuck!” I seize the moment to maneuver one, then both balls into my mouth with my tongue. I was in heaven, face kunt completely full, owned by a fat cock and balls, molding my mouth kunt to his liking. “Fuck you faggot!” He groans and just looses his shit pounding his new kunt. Knowing one wrong move could cause either of us unpleasant injury, I do my best to relax and breath when I can. The pounding continues and I lose track of time, sort of how one does on a long train ride, hypnotized by the rhythm of the tracks. Except this was an extremely cloudy and aggressive ride, precisely the kind of ride I was born for. My neck is aching, I am sweating, and my jaw is getting sore. But these are all normal for a passionate cock sucker and trivial compared to the multiple “fag-gasms” my face kunt experiences thanks to his glorious cock. I can feel him getting harder, straining against the curve of my throat. Still in his two handed strong hold, he yanks my head backwards, mid fuck. I am immediately crestfallen and fearful I’ve hurt him some how. He laughs when he sees this written all over my slimy red face. “Don’t worry faggot, you’ll get a whole lot more of this cock, you didn’t have anywhere to be right?” Not that he was really asking me but I reaffirm my submission by panting a response. “Faggot is exactly where it needs to be, sir.” ## Part 2 He hands me his bong and a sack of rocks, “Pack that bowl and don’t stop sucking clouds till I say so.” As I numbly fumble with the obscenely full baggie, he gets up and dead bolts the front door. He turns around as I spark the bowl and his shorts fall to the ground. My eyes inhale his full glory as my lungs fill with smoke. He‘s one of those who look better naked: bigger, proportionate, powerful, manly. Somewhere in my brain I know this perception is altered because I’m on my knees and high as fuck, the faggot vying for full control, pathetically shivering with a need to serve, to be used unyieldingly. I’ve consciously surrendered my will and body to him, I'm hoping the drugs will hasten my subconscious in the same direction. The faggot cuts off my analytical thinking and I'm praying like a whore in church that he extracts every twisted ounce of pleasure his superior man psyche desires. My cock is twitching with the pangs of my faggoty needs... and I crack. Though I know I shouldn't speak the words come tumbling out. "Please sir, please.... fffucking faggot...chemed up whore kunt....begs you, begging-need to be used-to serve-just please, fuck, fucking, fuck use your faggots holes...anything I’ll do anything-for you-hard....without restraint...(I’m now in a full grovel at his feet, arms stretching forward toward him, knees spread wide with my back arching my kunt up, jerking with hunger).., I'll take-eat-suck anything you allow me to have, please, fuck, fucking break your filthy faggot....*whimper* make me yours I beg..." SMACK "SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DONT NEED TO HEAR YOUR VOICE EVER AGAIN UNLESS I ASK FOR IT! You got that, faggot?" I shoot precum when he says this. I look up into his eyes with a mixture of premature devotion, submission, and pleading then bend all the way down and kiss his feet. "Damn fucking straight. You really are a pathetic excuse for a man, fuck you AREN'T a man. You're just a tool in a man's body for Men to use....oh shit. Now I see...understand what you are and where you fit...” he laughs to himself, shrugs and with a sadistic smile continues, “...and I give zero fucks about you, what you want, or that you're even a human. Fuck, you're less than human. You're just faggot. Holes." A thought flashes across his face and I swear his cock jumps. "Fuck, why not, might as well make it real clear." He gets up and disappears into the kitchen for a minute. I dare not move, still face down ass up on the floor, whimpering. Then his feet suddenly in front of me, "Look at me, faggot." As ordered I look up and he grabs my face with his massive fucking hands pulling it just so. "I always like to label what's mine,” he says, leaning in gesturing with the fat marker he grabbed from the kitchen around my face. I respond by involuntarily oozing more precum onto his carpet. He flips the cap off with his thumb and makes the first strokes. “Especially around tweakers, that way if they fuck with my shit there’s no excuses.” With that he uses the industrial strength marker and writes across my face, from ear to ear, in big, thick, heavy letters, F A G. Smirking, he spits in my faces back hands me, yells for me to turn around and present him my checks which I enthusiastically do and he writes some more across my two cheeks. Whatever marker he is using is serious shit because the smell is worse than any popper I've had and my skin is burning. It hurts so good. He finishes marking his property and then two commands, "Bong. Cock." My eyes snap to his massive glass dick, and then his massive cock as I hand the bong up to him and gulp all of my reason for living down my throat in one go. He moans in to the bong as he melts the freshly added crystals and sucks a long and slow milky rip, expertly nursing the bong. "Look at me fag, suck in through you nose." Even with his cock buried 8" down my throat I can still breath around it when I relax. He exhales a mesmerizing, undulating cloud down his fuzzy chest, ripped abs, treasure trail, right into my face. I see my future in that cloud. As it slowly oozes towards me I feel the last vestiges of resistance start to fade. I no longer see myself as a semi-professional man functioning in society….I see a faggot, born to worship and be of service to men, at the mercy of their whims, only fulfilled when owned and being used for their pleasure. I deeply breath in his cloud, it gives me life and renewed purpose. Submitting, surrendering, relaxing, the remaining inch of so of his cock slides in my throat and I bury my nose in his fragrant pubes. I have one loud resonating thought….”home.” His cock pulses to a new level of hardness, my relaxed face kunt gladly bending to its will. He must see or sense my surrender. He leans down, blowing another massive fucking cloud into my face. “Are you my faggot, faggot?” he asks genuinely. I look up, sheer pathetic pleading and gratitude smeared all over my face and nod and whimper. He sneers, flexes his cock, and sparks the torch for another rip. “That was whole lot easier than I thought it was going to be.” This comment barely registers in my brain as his freshcloud, his will envelopes me more thoroughly than before. Then, surprisingly, he grabs my head pulling his cock a few inches out and pushes a bottle of poppers hard against my nostril while expertly closing the other. The thought registers for a micro second that this is not the first time he’s done this...and the next millisecond I’m instinctively, purposefully huffing the bottle numerous times. “Damn! I guess you like these then, huh faggot? They’re like a faggot superfood....now show me how just how desperate you are to be my property and suck that cock like it owns you...” The poppers are good. “Oh shit, really good!” I think. My world is buzzing and spinning almost too intensely for a moment and I sit back on my haunches and take a few, crazy eyed lungfuls of air. He must understand what is going on because he doesn’t reprimand me for taking his cock out of my mouth. Rolling his eyes, he hands me the bong already filled with smoke. I hungrily suck it down while melting another fat rip, filling my lungs to their max and holding it. I hand him back the bong, grab the poppers and take two quick whiffs, my eyes focused intensely on his fat, veined up, swollen headed, dripping 8.5”. In one fluid motion as the popper rush comes on, I lean in and lewdly slurp his cock down my open and eager throat, briefly glancing up at him for his approval. He flashes that sneer I’ve already started to crave. Dismissively, his eyes close and head falls back, his hands firmly grip his new face kunt as I suck his balls into my mouth, my nose bottoming out in his pubes. He starts to fuck. I cease to exist as I know myself. My awareness of the world around me fades and I am no longer an autonomous individual...the cock filling my throat, stretching, digging out it’s new property is my everything. A deep visceral sigh/moan washes over me as I completely surrender to the drugs, the faggot, his cock, him...him and his needs are my entire universe...his penultimate hole for use, unyielding.

I'd been horny to suck cock and swallow seed so I went to a nearby porn theatre. It wasn't too busy although two guys were putting on a show in the biggest room showing straight porn. The big bottom guy was getting his ass and mouth nicely used by the more athletic top's long fat dick. Watching them made me wish I'd had time to clean out. It was slow so I was hanging out when a short and wiry looking south asian guy came in wearing a backpack. I asked permission to touch him and played with his trim and very furry belly and chest sucking his nipples until he called me a pussy and pushed me down to his uncut cock. I sucked him slow and deep as he instructed, holding him in the back of my throat for around ten seconds before returning to the slow sucking. Finally he said he wanted to fuck me bare and breed me but I told him I wasn't prepared. He wanted to do it anyway and had me slobber on his uncut cock which he used to get inside my hole. He wasn't gentle, and while he fucked me a young hispanic guy can in. He stood next to me as I was fucked doggie style talking to the guy in my hole until he bred me, had me clean his cock, and left. I cleaned up and the hispanic guy followed me asking if he can fuck me too. Sure, I said. He bends me over a chair and this fat uncut cock presses into the fresh cum soup in my ass stretching me a lot more than the last cock. He grabs my hips firmly and gives me one of those unselfconscious, firm, deep, I-need-to-cum fucks until he adds his load to the soup. Afterwards he says he wants to fuck me again and tells me when I can show up to take his cock. Lifetime loads 9.

Last week I took more than 30 loads in my arse. If you’d told me a year ago that that’s where I’d be now, I’d have dismissed it as pure fantasy. Two years ago I hadn’t been fucked at all for over 20 years. My journey from cocksucker to a fully-fledged bb cumdump has been swift. Partly due to Prep, partly due to a change in my personal circumstances, and partly due to a realisation that time is ticking and “If not now, when?”, I have taken steps to make my fantasies come true. I too used to dismiss some of the load counts I’d see on this and other sites as fantasy: “1,500 loads a year? How is that even possible?”. But having taken over 30 last week (and with no superhuman effort- just one sauna visit and two evenings in a sex club), I can see how it is perfectly possible. I have no doubt that many of the stories on here that read like fantasies to some are in fact true. I’m also just as sure that there’s a lot of bullshit. But I’m not so sure that I am in a position to distinguish between the two. One thing I’ve learnt on my journey is that there’s nowt so queer as folk, and only a fool would use his own limited life experience to pass judgement on another’s.

So here is a revised/updated part one followed by part two. I have no idea where to take it after part two, suggestions welcome! Thanks for yalls patience.. Part One, Updated. I’ll just get right down to it, cuz that’s what we’re here for right? So my meth dealer is fucking sexy/sleazy/I’d fuck him when I’m sober/I drool over him when high kind of confident macho bro that knows it. I’d guess he’s right around 40 but his demeanor and look is younger, as if he’s not maturing past his early 30s. He works out plenty, and while he's definitely always high, he handles his drug well, so well that he’s made it a part of his swagger. This ups his sex appeal 10 fold for party faggot’s like myself. Now, he’s definitely straight because he always has these hungry, territorial bitches hangin on him when I come to pick up. But, like most straight guys who know they're hot, hung, and have an inflated ego (false or otherwise) he teases the fags shamelessly. Whores for attention, and I’m a sucker for an attention whore. It’s Friday afternoon and I am over at his place to pick up for some weekend plans I have brewing. I know he’s horny and in a mood because he is shirtless and wearing these navy blue gym shorts (why is it always gym shorts?) that he sags, showing off some nice furry crack and obviously no underwear. I’ve seen these shorts numerous times but it dawns on me just now that if he didn’t sag them so much they’d only fall to about mid thigh, peculiarly short for such a bro. In any case, his fat cock with its generous mushroom head flops visibly around in them when he saunters towards me, his muscled ass stretching the worn navy nylon in the back, and a few holes show hairy flesh beneath. Without fail, he always manages to bend over or squat at least once each visit in locations that are blatant appeals to my obvious faggot desires. Sure, he knows that I know that he knows that I’d get on my knees and beg for it if he allowed me the opportunity. What he doesn’t know are all the diverse, well practiced and extreme ways he could extract pleasure from me. It is this knowledge, this skilled and indecorous depravity that allows me to barely maintain my confidence around him. I was sure that if given the chance and motivation I could blow his mind by getting him to blow his load in 3 minutes or less, changing his life forever. The fucker sure gives me a run for my money though... He knows I don’t use consistently and that whenever I come to reload that I’ve been sober at least a week if not more. Over time I’ve noticed that he always watches me real close when I take those first few bong rips he offers me. It’s the look of curiosity, disgust, and arrogance on his face observing me transform from composed business-casual gay to sweaty, needy, chemwhore in 60 seconds flat. I just can't help it. That bitch Tina immediately hijacks my brain, silencing any self control, dignity or hesitations and ignites an insatiable hunger, a pathetic need from my true self… My eyes (and my kunt) dilate, my cock twitches, and I salivate from both holes and my cock all at once. Unconsciously I rub my inner thigh and readjust my cum swollen balls and swelling cock. I know that I'm staring at him, at his muscles as he flexes his arms ripping the bong, the size of his hands, and then my eyes following the massive cloud he blows purposely down onto his crotch. The perfectly timed twitch of his cock through the swirling smoke, a trap I immediately realize when he snickers and my eyes snap to his leering back at me. Without breaking eye contact he leans forward, legs spreading wider (those fucking gym shorts!) and passes me the bong. “Here ya go man, best shit I’ve had in a while. Been making me wicked horny all day. Take a couple good rips off that while I weigh you out.” I don’t even hesitate or don’t break eye contact till he smiles and looks away to go about our transaction. Torch clicks, crystal melts, chamber fills and I suck that bong like the glass cock it is. He watches me exhale a thick cloud even bigger than his and whistles. I’m already power lunging my 3rd rip when he eases back into his chair, folding his beefy arms behind his buzzed sandy blonde head and exposing some ripe pits. He slouches more, legs spreading further, crotch pushing forward even more clearly framing his swollen dick print and huge balls. He continues leering while I suppress a whimper as I exhale... even more slowly this time, letting the smoke ooze from my mouth while meeting his domineering gaze. At this point I don't really care that he's smirking down at me, in fact it does exactly what it’s meant to: makes me want him, to submit to hum, helplessly falling deeper into his well practiced thrall. Now, as an unwavering, no reciprocation necessary, worshiper-of-cock kind of cocksucker, I have no problem dropping to my knees and servicing any man who knows how to put my grateful holes to good use but in my experience (or my assumptions) not many straight men really know about us faggots and/or just aren't interested. This guy though? I’d bet my left nut he knows exactly what to do with me. I pass the bong back to him and it’s then I realize there’s no one else in the house for once...just him and those fucking gym shorts with that big old dick print snaking down his thigh and some ripe fucking pits. Usually, I come in, give him cash, smoke a few hits and then leave, but this time he has invited me in, sat me on his couch across from him and is casually getting me twisted bong high. “So Cassandra thinks you’re a faggot” he states, Cassandra must be one of the territorial bitches I’ve seen on hanging around on occasion. “She says ‘your kind‘ occasionally come into her club, closeted fags… they’re still trying to play it straight in front of their bro friends but they’re awkward, never make eye contact with her or the other girls, never want lap dances and are always eager to tip big and leave early. Any dude who acts like that at a strip club sounds like a fag to me. You ever had that experience?” He more insinuates than asks. I finish my rip and clear the oversized chamber, holding it in for a second and respond while exhaling. “No actually, I embraced my faggotry at a young age so I never had to ‘fake it.’” The word faggotry comes out in a big swirl of smoke I aim right at him. “I knew what I needed but it wasn’t until I was on my knees in front of a man for the first time when I was fourteen that I understood my purpose in life.” I pause for a moment to let that gratuitous over-share linger in the smokey haze around us. “More often I’m the fag those bros call when they leave your friend’s club. All horned up, buzzed, and looking to use a hungry hole or two that will gratefully service them with out all the emotional bullshit their women make them go through.” Hell, if he thought he would catch me off guard and shame me into…whatever he had in mind, he thought wrong. My unapologetic response shocked him for a moment as he coughed and sputtered out his cloud before recovering his cool. He looked at me dead on checking to make sure I wasn’t bullshitting him, and then smiled. “So after Cassandra told me this, I did a little research. You ever been on Tumblr? Had never even heard of it but goddamn the shit on there opened my eyes real wide. Only had to search two key words I felt described you pretty well: chem faggot. I admit I had no idea…no idea this was even a thing.” He blatantly adjusts his cock which is obviously swelling now. “What really got me going is the realization that faggots exist to worship and service men like me and I bet you’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” The fact that this last part was a statement and not a question made me quiver and I averted my eyes naturally down towards his feet. He picked up on this right away, passed me back the bong and said, “Finish that faggot. I knew you were a homo but this? You’re fucked. I can tell you’re about to loose your shit just being in my presence and today is your lucky fucking day. And for what I have in mind, I want you all ready to go. Then you can show me if you faggots are worth a real man’s time. I never hit a bong so deep. At least four massive back to back rips till the bowl was emptied. The room was hazy with not only smoke, but the unmistakable scent of man: musk and a bit of after shave all electrified with the sparks of domination and submission.

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Hi guys, Ive been lurking around here for a while reading about all the delicious loads taken, while having never had any myself, id sucked a cock or two or before and in the last few months have been using toys on myself a bit, but had always been a little nervous to show the slut id slowly turned myself in to, well not anymore, as of last night I officially was bred twice and loved it!! I had messaged a guy in the past id met through mutual friends, who i knew was gay, who lived near me, who being 26 was slightly older than me, about having some fun but had gotten cold feet, i messaged him to try and explain and hope he would still want to catch up and all i got in reply was, "I knew you would be back, having fun atm, come over now" i instantly felt the nerves come back but the bluntness of his message was really turning me on so i stuffed it back down, had a quick shower and drove over there, knocked on the door and was greeted by my guy wearing just shorts, he introduced himself and said to follow him in as he had someone else to introduce me to, so we walk back in to his lounge room and sitting on the couch is a HOT daddy type guy, slightly chubby, stroking a nice big uncut cock that was glistening with im guessing saliva from the other guy, he didnt stand just said hello and asked if i would be joining them, i nervously explained my situation and we all had a little chat, before the other young guy called me over to where he was sitting, layed my head in his lap and started to play with my ass while i blew him, all the while this hot daddy sat there stroking and watching, until he suddenly stood up, walked over to us, and grabbing me by my shoulders sat me up, where he looked down in to my eyes and asked if i was ready, to which i stuttered out a awkward yes, they then stood me over the young guy, who was sitting, who proceeded to work some lube in my hole while daddy stood in front of me and while holding my throat with one hand and the other on my chest, slowly pushed me down on to the young guys cock while staring in to my eyes with the most intense look, at first it was incredibly painful, while not being the biggest it felt as though it took ages of them both gently pulling me down before i felt his full length inside me, and holy fuck did it feel good, daddy started to pull me up by my throat, a little at first, but increasing until i was sliding up and down young guys shaft taking his cock easily, daddy started to talk, telling me how much of a slut i was, how i was born to take cock for him and all sorts of other things i cant remember from the moment, this must of been really turning on the young guy as i felt him starting to really pound in to me, which bought me back down to earth with a little bit of pain, before grabbing.my shoulders and pulling me right back, forcing all of his cock in to me as he blew, this drove daddy wild and he was pushing me back and forth and slapping me while this young guy bred me, after sitting there for a second enjoying the little bit of warmth flowing in to me and the cock spasming inside of me daddy guided.me up by.my throat and almost threw me straight on my knees on the couch where he said " we cant have you leaking now can we" which drove me wild as he left the room and came back with a small plug that slid in to me with the most satisfying pop as it sealed up my cummy hole, we all sat on the couch for a minute while I caught my breath and they asked how that was, this was the first load of two i got last night, sorry for the long winded post but if you guys would like to hear the rest leave a comment and il tell you all how i got the second,much bigger load, thanks! One very satisfied young slut

Dawn was breaking by the time they finished with me. My face and bottom were covered in spunk, and my belly felt like it had been pumped full of it a well. I manged to retrieve my clothes and crawled out onto the beach. I dressed, but realised I still couldn’t go home like this. I remembered an old, brick toilet set back from the beach in some bushes and thought there might be a basin I could wash the worst of the filth off. There didn’t seem to be anyone around, so I crept up to the building and went inside. It smelt of piss and damp. There were some urinals and cubicles and a cracked wash basin which had running water. I took off my trousers and peeled my underpants off my sticky buttocks and ran some water in the bowl. It was difficult, but I managed to raise one leg on to the edge so I could apply water to my arsehole which was puffy and sore. Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps and a short, fat man came through the door. He was wearing stained overalls, rubber boots and was carrying a mop and bucket. I froze with shock, and he grinned as he saw my bare arse and the puffy slit between the cheeks. “’ello.” He said. “what’s all this? Got yourself fucked did you?” I lowered my leg and stood there miserably as he laughed at my discomfort. “That’s why I like the early shift,” He said. “There’s often some dirty bastard washing his bum hole in the morning.” He put the bucket down and unzipped the front of his overalls. He had a fat, hairy belly and around the belly button was a large biohazard tattoo. When he pulled the zipper lower, a thick cock with a large mushroom cock fell into his fist and swelled into erection. “You alright in there, Mick?” Shouted a voice from outside. “Oh yeah,” He called back, turning me round and bending me over the washbasin. He dug out a battered tin of Vaseline and smeared it over my gaping hole. “This won’t take long, mate!” I felt his cock pushing into me. It forced my hole further open around the mushroom head, then slid into my gut with a delicious sliding feeling. “I’ll just clean the ladies, then, shall I?” Called the voice from outside. Mick was thrusting in and out, gasping with pleasure as he sodomised me over the basin. “Y..you…ooof…yeah you do that!” He gasped, lifting his belly onto my backside and going deeper up me. I was crushed over the cold porcelain as he worked himself to a climax. “Here it comes you dirty sod!” He grunted and I felt his cock throbbing inside me as he added his spunk to the cum already swimming inside me. “That’s better.” He sighed, pulling his cock out, wiping it with a dirty cloth and zipping up his overalls before wiping my bottom with the same rag. “Thanks,” I mumbled. He turned away and started mopping the floor. “Bye then.” I said. He ignored me, so I pulled on my underwear and trousers and went outside. Another man was emerging from the ladies with a bucket, and he raised an eyebrow when he saw me, then jerked his hips suggestively. I blushed and walked off with his laughter in my ears. By now it was nearly 9 o’clock and I knew Bill would be at the sauna, so I headed of there to get a shower. I let myself in and found him behind the desk drinking coffee. “Where you been?” He said, “Your mum’s been round looking for you.” I explained about what had happened and he gave a whistle of appreciation. “You ended up under the promenade, then? Bloody hell, they’re real tramps under there. Did you get fucked by an old guy with a warty cock and sores?” I nodded my head. “Then your arse will be swimming with bugs by now! His names John and he’s well known for having the clap and god knows what else!” As he spoke, I noticed his cock thicken and stiffen in his shorts and a dark pre-cum stain appear at the tip. “Mind you, there’s some find that gets them horny. Strip off and show me your arse.” I did as I was told, and he turned me round and stuck a finger up me, which slid in easily from the cleaner’s spunk from earlier. “We’d best phone your mum and tell her you’re ok.” He dropped his shorts and bent me over the counter and then dialled my home. As the phone rang, he slowly slid his cock up me and grunted with pleasure. “Oh yeah, nothing like an arse full of bugs around my cock.” I heard my mother answer and Bill said “That’s right, he’s here. I’m with him now.” He pushed his cock deeper and I squealed with pleasure. “Yeah, he’s happy enough….that’s so wet and dripping…no I was just saying there’s a drip in the shower…oof I’m going to cum..sorry I said I’ll make sure he comes straight home..ahhh.” With that he shot a huge load up me in spasms as my mother thanked him for looking out for me and rang off. Bill pulled out and I saw his cock was covered in slime. “”Lovely!” He said, pushing his cock back into his shorts. “I’ll leave it dirty to marinade” He ruffled my hair. “You’re a good one, a right dirty little pig. Lube yourself up and get off upstairs. They’ll be in soon and you’ve got work to do.”

Apologies to anyone who has worked in the adult film industry for the inaccuracies that are in this and the last chapter. Just treat this one as humor, I guess. I have no experience in making porn, but thought it might be an interesting scenario. Remember, this _is_ fiction! ———— Part 94 - Action! Ric walked in the door and his dad was laying on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. “Where have you been?” Frank asked, obviously pissed off. “I took a walk and got lost. I ended up in the wrong hotel. Sorry” Ric replied. “I tried calling but it just went to voicemail” Frank said. “Yeah, the battery died” Ric answered. “I was worried, Ric. I don’t want anything to happen to you and your mom would kill me if something did” Frank said in a fatherly tone. “I’m ok. I can handle myself” Ric answered as he dug out his toiletry kit and went into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and cleaned up before coming out and taking his clothes off. He grabbed a pair of boxers and put them on and then laid out on the other bed, plugging in his regular phone and then surfing a bit. The rest of the evening was quiet and neither said much until they went to sleep. The next day, Ric and his dad did some more exploring around campus and joined a presentation in a small auditorium. It was most of the people from the previous day and about a dozen new people. The guides from the previous day were there as well as some of the faculty. They got a lot of useful information, but Ric thought the day was just dragging. He could hardly wait for the evening, but still needed to come up with an excuse to disappear for a few hours. In the end he figured he would use the same excuse as he did the day before. Frank wasn’t happy, but suspected that his son was meeting an escorting client. At least it would give him some time to find another hookup to fuck. Ric showered and cleaned out before he walked over to the other hotel. He kept looking behind to see if his dad was following him. He took the elevator up to the seventh floor, knocked on the door and someone opened it a few inches. “Hi, my name is Austin. I’m here for the video” Ric said. The door opened and a burly guy covered in hair wearing just a pair of baggy shorts and sneakers let him in. “Mmm, aren’t you yummy” the guy said. Ric looked around the room and one guy was working with some camera equipment, another was dealing with some lights and reflectors and Ari was sitting at the table with a lot of papers in front of him. He saw a doorway open to the room next door and assumed that would be where the video would get done. “Austin, right on time. That’s good. Come here, we need to take care of the legal stuff” Ari said. Ric slid behind the two guys and sat down in the chair across from Ari. They went over the documents, one was the disclosure that he asked for from the other actor, another was a non-disclosure, and on and on. Ric thought he understood most of it and Ari seemed a little annoyed that he was actually reading the contracts. Ari explained a few things about the shoot, what he should do and not do and finally Ari said “OK, it’s time you met our star.” The two got up and Ric followed Ari into the next room. Laying back on the bed with his eyes closed was a blond twink that Ric remembered from some porn he had watched over and over. This guy was even cuter in person than on his phone or tablet. He was several inches shorter than Ric, blond, and thin but not skinny. His bubble butt was shaved and his six inch uncut cock was perfectly proportioned. His pubes were trimmed as was his pit hair. The only hair on the rest of his body was on his head. It was medium length on top and faded down to nothing over his ears. It looked stylish but Ric wondered if there would be enough for him to grab when he wanted to get rough. “Austin, this is our star Rawson” Ari said. Ric put his hand out but just got a nod back. “Prima donna” was the first thing that popped into his mind. “You tag many guys yet? I’m getting sick of taking these poz loads and nothing happening” Rawson said. “Not sure how many, a lot of guys I just breed and never hear from again. At least a dozen that I know of, though” Ric said. “Cool, I hope this one does it. I guess you’ll find out when the vid comes out. If you’re in it, you did it. If scene 4 is some other dude, then you failed” Rawson said unemotionally. “So Austin, I’d like you to pick out the costume that we’ll start out with” Ari said as he led Ric to the bathroom. There were four masks laid out on the counter - a gold sparkly Mardi Gras mask, a blue Mexican wrestling mask, a ski mask and a leather hood with openings for his mouth, nose and eyes. Ric frowned. This was what he was afraid of. The second one looked the best, by far. He looked on the other side and there were a couple pairs spandex shorts - one more brief like and the other going down past his knees. There were a couple jockstraps, two different tank tops and some baggy shorts. “Lets go with a Luchador theme. Blue mask and the long blue shorts. Let’s change the name on the credits to be some fake wrestler name like ‘The Blue... Viper’” Ric said. He took off his clothes and changed into the tight shorts. They showed his sizable bulge and Ari thought it would look really good when he was fully hard. After trying on the mask, he looked at himself in the mirror and thought it looked good but it felt uncomfortable since it covered his whole face. He took it off and figured he would only have it on while they were shooting and the fucking would distract him. Everyone got ushered out of the second hotel room while Rawson finished getting ready. Ari told Ric the storyline was based on his costume pick and that he was a wrestler coming back to the hotel room after a match and him fucking a fan. Ric chuckled to himself thinking that it was pretty good as far as porn plot lines go. “Remember, though. Rawson is the star. Most of the attention will be on him and you do what he wants. As far as I’m concerned, a hot video is the number one priority. Rawson is more concerned about you infecting him, so we have to strike a balance” Ari said. “Uh, a wrestler is gonna have a lot of testosterone running through him after a match. How rough should I be?” Ric asked, obviously thinking about this more than Ari expected. “Get aggressive, but don’t hurt him” Ari replied. They got in position and shot a couple takes of Ric coming into the room and pushing the ‘fan’ to the bed. After a few tries Ric tried grabbing Rawson and forcing him to his knees and pushing his face to his hard cock. “Hmm, that looks better. I like it” Ari said. They did another take and by this time there was a large wet spot soaking through from Ric’s very stiff, visible cock. Rawson started gnawing on Ric’s cock and Ric let him go for a minute before picking him up by the arms and throwing him on the bed. Ric pulled his shorts off and threw them on the bed and reached over and yanked Rawson’s shorts off. He jumped on the bed, pinning the star and slapping the bed with his hand. Ric laid there for a moment before he straddled him and began to face fuck Rawson’s mouth. Ric thought that this was going easier than he thought. He tried to remember some of the stuff that had happened in Rawson’s videos that he had watched, but then decided to do more of what felt right and what he wanted to do to this bug chasing twink. Ric rolled over, sitting against the headboard and pulled Rawson with him, never letting his cock out of his mouth. Immediately, he was pounding Rawson’s mouth and the guy seemed to be into it. He shoved in deep, holding his head down and feeling Rawson struggle. Releasing him, Rawson gasped for breath and looked up at Ric with a smile. Ric gave the back of Rawson’s head a light slap and the twink quickly dove back on his cock. The face fucking went on for several more minutes and then Ric pulled out, easily tossing Rawson on his back and pulling him to the edge of the bed. The bottom’s mouth opened wide and Ric plowed in. The new position made it easier for Ric to pummel Rawson’s throat, first getting it sore from the abuse and then coating it with Ric’s toxic precum. It was obvious to Ric that Rawson was an expert cocksucker and he was used to many types of cock from thin to thick. Ric went back to fucking Rawson’s throat and after a few more minutes heard “CUT!” Ric pulled out and sat back on the other bed, pulling the mask off. “Fuck dude!” Rawson yelled out. Ric looked back and asked “Too rough?” “Fuck no. That’s just how I like it. I just didn’t expect that from you. You seemed to be too nice earlier” Rawson said. Ari and the two camera men were talking and Ari asked “Can we do another take, maybe with you guys in a sixty-nine?” “Uh, there’s no mouth hole on the mask so I can’t suck him. Maybe I can finger his ass instead” Ric replied. “Yeah, whatever” came the reply. They started up again and Ric realized he couldn’t even lick his finger. He chuckled to himself and pushed his finger in dry. He pushed in and felt some lube inside. Rawson relaxed his sphincter and Ric pushed all the way in. He jabbed his finger in and out, twisting it around and feeling Rawson’s well used hole open up easily. Each time his fingernail would catch, Rawson would squirm. He didn’t want to get him bleeding too much, otherwise the video wouldn’t be usable. After several minutes of this position, there was another break. “Enough foreplay, let’s get to the fucking. I liked how you tossed him around earlier, so do that to get him in position. Be sure to go in slow the first few times and give the cameras room to show the penetration” Ari said. They did several sequences of Ric tossing Rawson around and then plowing into Rawson’s hole. Ric noticed that one cameraman was making sure that the biohazard tattoo was always visible as he shot, even bending him back at one point. Ric was happy he popped a dick pill before the shoot since the constant stopping and starting would have messed things up, otherwise. He really wished he had talked to Joe about some wrestling moves he could use, but it was too late to “phone a friend.” Finally, they reset and the real fuck scenes could begin. Doggy style off the side of the bed, doggy style on the bed, pushed flat on the bed piledriving and both kneeling upright with Rawson’s back against Ric’s chest. They did them all and Ric kept up the intensity, only occasionally slowing down for a few moments. Ric started to get close and he wanted to look Rawson in the eye when he pumped his first load in. He pushed the bottom off, grabbed his legs and flipped him on his back. Pushing Rawson’s legs back and apart as he got closer, he teased the hole with his rigid cock and then plowed in to the base. He would have liked to have seen it, but there was a camera in the way zoomed in on his disappearing cock. Rawson gave a few squeezes of his hole and Ric drilled in hard. He started to grunt, the only vocalizations he allowed himself while the cameras were running, and heard Rawson start to do the same. He locked eyes with his prey and pulled all the way out, waiting for the first shot of cum. As soon as the first volley covered Rawson’s hole, he shoved in deep, past the inner ring he had been abusing since they started fucking. He growled as the rest of the spurts of toxic cum shot inside Rawson’s gut. Rawson’s eyes rolled back as he yelled “oh fuck” several times, feeling Ric’s cock pulse inside him and hoping this breeding would end his chase. Ric slowly pulled out and the cameras moved in, one covering Ric’s cum covered cock and the other Rawson’s gaping hole. Only a little bit of cum dripped out, Ric having pumped the rest deep inside. “Damn, that was good” Rawson said as Ric sat down on the other bed, dripping sweat and pulling off the mask. Ric smiled and looked around at the crew hoping that they thought so too. “How many more do you need?” Ric asked. Ari answered first “We can go as long as Rawson and you can last.” “Give me 10 and I can go again. Everyone took a quick break and then got ready for the second round. They tried a few new positions, one with Rawson against the wall getting plowed and another of him hanging off Ric, his legs and arms wrapped around and Ric’s cock driving in and out. Finally he was bent over the bed and Ric really hammered his hole. This time the orgasm came faster than Ric anticipated and he couldn’t show the cum shoot outside before he shoved in and bred Rawson inside. He hoped that no one would be too disappointed as he stood there, recovering. When he went to back away, he found a cameraman between his legs and stumbled. “Fuck, that was so hot. You could watch his balls contract and the cock throb as he bred him” the cameraman said. Ric sat down again on the other bed, breathing heavily. “Sorry, I couldn’t pull out in time” he said. “Don’t worry, we got the first one and if Sammy liked the shot he got, then we’re good” Ari replied. After a pause, he added “Unless you can go again… Anything we get from now on is extra stuff we can edit in if we need it.” Ric looked at Rawson, waiting for him to reply. Hearing nothing he said “I got an idea, but you might not be able to use it. It’s more for Rawson’s goal than anything.” Rawson gave a big grin and nodded. Ric got up and moved over to the other bed and pulled Rawson to the middle, on his knees. One of the cameramen grabbed his comera and moved closer. Ric slapped Rawson’s ass and then pulled the cheeks apart. He easily sunk two fingers in and was playing in the cum filled chute. He added a third finger and fucked them in and out before his arm started twisting. He curled his fingers and dug them in, hearing Rawson’s moans get more strident as the pain got more intense. Ric reached up with his other hand and started twisting Rawson’s nips. Each time Ric would feel him try and clamp down on his fingers. After several minutes of abuse, Ric pulled his fingers out, took a look at them before he fed them to Rawson who was now whimpering. As his fingers got sucked clean of cum and traces of blood, Ric rammed his cock back in Rawson’s hole. He pounded for a few minutes and pulled out. Ric fingered the hole roughly for a minute and then pulled them out and rammed back in again. He leaned over Rawson’s back and whispered in his ear “Want another load?” Rawson began to beg loudly “Oh god, please fuckin’ breed me. Fuck my hole and give me all of your cum! I need it bad.” Ric rolled his hips and humped Rawson once again. Ric grunted a few expletives in Spanish and called him a pig, hoping that a deeper voice and using Spanish would obscure his identity. Rawson collapsed on the bed and Ric pounded him with as much energy as he had left. With one hard thrust, he began pumping one last load of charged cum into Rawson’s tortured hole. They laid there for a moment before Ric climbed off and announced “I’m empty” and fell back on the other bed. “Damn, your hole is wrecked” the photographer said as he set the camera down. “Why don’t you grab a shower in the other room, get dressed and we’ll take care of the rest” Ari said to Ric. Ric grabbed his clothes and went to the other room and cleaned up. Walking out of the bathroom, Ari had an envelope for him. “Thanks. I think that shoot had a lot of good energy in it. If that’s the one that we use, we’ll edit it up and you’ll get an email so you can preview it before it goes on sale” Ari said. Ric said “Thanks” before he walked out the door and thumbed through the envelope seeing more money in one place than he ever had before.

I have tons of sex but have never posted any stories about it so I'm going to start! Friday night I was out at the bars on Cedar Springs (in Dallas) and was getting pretty drunk. I don't smoke weed a lot but my friends had some and I figured I'd get high too. After hitting up a couple more bars, I was getting horny af so decided to go to Club Dallas. When I got there, it was packed with guys and I was pretty wasted. I stripped off my clothes, made a half-baked effort to wrap my towel around me and started walking around to check out the action. Ended up in the maze and saw that they had recently put in a lazy susan/ottoman thing in there next to the sling. It spins around! With my towel barely on at this point, my ass was exposed and in no time, someone was grabbing it. He slowly reached down to feel my hole and started fingering me. He pushed me over to the ottoman thing, and before I knew it, I was on all fours getting fucked raw by the guy. I started hitting my poppers and was so wasted and the room was so dark that I couldn't really make out anyone around. Pretty soon though I hazily noticed that a giant crowd formed to watched the show. Normally I wouldn't care but I was so gone at this point I didn't give a shit. The guy fucking me started pounding harder and harder and I knew he was about to cum. I murmured (or so I thought), "yeah, fucking breed my hole" which pushed him over the edge and I felt him shoot his load in me. Well, apparently I wasnt so quiet when I told him to breed my hole. Because the guys around me seemed to be hornier and the vibe shifted to a piggy haze. Before I knew it, guys were spinning the ottoman (think of it as a merry go round) around and guy after guy fucked and bred me. I never looked back to see which was fucking me. I was pretty lost being drunk, high and hitting the poppers. After a while my senses kind of came back to me and I got up. Cum was leaking from my hole and down my legs. A buddy of mine who was watching - he probably fucked me too ha - said I took at least 15-20 guys and their loads. I basically took any load from anyone the whole time. The crowd dispersed and I went to walk around some more. I stumbled across a young, hot couple. Both fit, white jocks and probably no older than 25. Pretty rare at a bathhouse, which many of you know. What blew my mind is that one was fisting the other, which was hot af to watch. After watching for a bit, I couldn't help it anymore and needed to get in on the action so I stepped up and held the guy's butt cheeks open as his buddy sank his fist into him. I looked him in the eye and told him I wanted to have a try. Again, my inhibitions were gone. I'm relatively new to getting fisted and kind of freaked out having it done in front of an audience but eh, what the hell. I got on the bench they were on, stuck my ass up and the guy starts working his fingers, hand and then fist inside me. Since I had been fucked by a crazy amount of guys right before and still had a ton of cum still in me, his fist went in pretty easily. I came handsfree almost immediately once he got in. I figured I'd go out on a top note so I decided I'd shower and leave. Pretty slutty night I had and that's just from what I remember ?

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**Like I said, I'm only doing a couple more chapters so this one is quite longer than I intended, but it has the good stuff that I wanted. Enjoy!** CHAPTER TWO That weekend Dan and I had scheduled our next fuck session, planning for a much longer play time this time around. We’d had days of waiting, and now that he got his first taste of hot male butt, his dick was apparently constantly hard as memories of being sunk in me played on a loop in his mind. Good. That means he isn’t as upset about sharing me as I first thought. I wasn’t sure if his neighbor would actually be there this weekend, but I arrived with that exciting thought in mind. I’d never been treated like property before and it turned me the fuck on. The idea of getting passed back and forth between these two guys was like one of my wet dreams come true! And I didn’t even know anything about this neighbor, only that he apparently thought it was okay to blackmail his neighbor for a piece of ass. That should have been disturbing to me, but it wasn’t. Again, it only turned me the fuck on. When I arrived, Dan pulled me in the house quickly and slammed the door shut, but not in haste to get in me as I thought. He was looking sort of frantic and concerned as he dragged me over into the living room. “We don’t have much time ‘til he gets here,” he practically whispered to me. “Are you sure you’re okay with doing this? I never imagined having you come over the other day would put you in this situation. I don’t know how I’d handle the wife finding out, but you shouldn’t feel responsible. I can’t let you do this.” His concern really was sweet, but he obviously had no clue about the world of greedy sex pigs. Okay, so I had the greedy part down, but I was new to being a sex pig. For most of my adult like, I’ve been more reserved. Recently I just started to ask myself, “What for?”. Like, who am I saving myself for? I’ve always had the urge to get used by a lot of men, but always fought it. Not anymore. I took his face in my hands to get him to focus on me as I told him, “Dan, relax. I can handle it. You might think that a lot of the stuff you’ve seen online is just acting, but I can assure you that there are plenty of us who will happily take loads from whoever is offering. This neighbor of yours is just a bonus, so don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Little did I know . . . Seconds later a loud pounding came from the front door and Dan looked stricken again as he went to answer it. He returned to the living room with a man who was taller than his six feet by about three inches, but where Dan is getting on the thicker side, this guy was rail thin. The pronounced bulge in his pants captured my attention and made me forget to give him a closer look. My mouth was watering and my hole was already yawning open all on it’s own. Dan looked resigned as he quietly said, “Chris, this is my neighbor, Steve. Steve-” “Pig,” Steve interrupted, like he spat the word out. “I think I’ll call you pig,” he said, his tone ominous and predatory as he glared into my eyes. I’d never seen such intensity before. It wasn’t passion. It was something else, something almost sinister. It made me both uncomfortable and horny at the same time. I’d always been drawn to men who looked sort of mean or hard or dangerous (though I never acted on it), and that’s what was radiating off of Steve. I could tell that Steve was going to be the Alpha in this situation as Dan was still sort of cowering, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. However, Steve wasn’t going to let that happen. “Dan, why don’t you take first crack at that ass while the pig gets me hard and wet. My dick is a lot bigger than yours, so I’d like a load in there before I destroy his hole,” Steve said, sounding oddly playful. As if it wasn’t obvious that Dan was anxious about this entire situation, I had to work to get him hard enough to fuck me. This should have been turning him on more, not less. Either way, I got him hard while sucking him, as Steve stripped out of his shorts. Once Dan got his cock head in my warm hole, his nerves seemed to vanish. What man could possibly concentrate on worries when their dick is buried deep in a hungry hole? Dan held my hips and pumped away at my ass using a steady pace, while I was bent forward and working Steve’s mammoth cock. It was the hugest slab of man meat I’ve ever seen. Thick as my forearm and probably as long, too. He wasn’t kidding about destroying my hole. I should have been scared, but something told me this man was going to give me the fuck of a lifetime. Steve’s precum was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. It had a perfect balance of sweet and salty that made me sort of hope that he would cum in my mouth so I could swish a good mouthful of his seed around my taste buds. But I really wanted to feel Steve in my ass. I have to admit that I’m a bit ashamed. I was so consumed with my thoughts of what Steve was doing to do to me that I wasn’t giving my all to Dan. I was just a hole standing in front of him that he was pumping away. From his soft grunts I guess he was enjoying it anyway, but I know that I could have put much more enthusiasm into that fuck. But something about Steve had me almost hypnotized. Moments later Dan grunted, “Ready for my load?” I yanked my head back off of Steve’s cock and yelled, “Fuck yes! Breed me!” before going back to sucking Steve. It only took about five more thrusts before Dan buried himself balls deep in me and I felt his cock twitching as he unloaded his seed in me. Fuck, that feeling never gets old. And now that he was finishing, I was eager to give Steve a try. I knew that even with Dan’s load coating my ass walls, it was going to be a very tight fit getting Steve’s huge dick up my ass. But I have always loved feeling stretched beyond my capacity, so I knew I would be getting some delicious pain/pleasure soon. Little did I know . . . Once Dan had extracted his softening cock from my now-sloppy hole, I stood and stretched out my back. My eyes were still practically glued to Steve’s enormous dick and I wondered how I would ever fit that in me. I’ve seen videos about fisting before, and I imagine taking him in you would be like that. But I’ve never even come close to trying to get fisted. How the hell am I going to manage it? And yet there was still a pull, a need in me. Now that I’d seen his cock, I just couldn’t turn him away. I had to have him. More like him having me, really. I didn’t think I had much say in the matter anymore. Steve stood back and leered at me while he slowly stroked his cock -that hung practically down to his knees! Not quite, but it was damn close. Now I was feeling more frightening than horny. There really is no way I can take him. As panic was starting to grip me, Steve released his cock and reached out to grab me by the throat. Not enough to cut off my air entirely, but it was a firm grip that told me to pay attention. “There’s no going back, pig. We’ve got an arrangement.” He glanced from me to Dan and then back to me before he said, “Let’s go over to my place. I’ve got a better set-up and . . .” he paused to glance around the immaculate living room, “I wouldn’t want to make a mess in here. And trust me, things are going to get messy.” Steve turned at the doorway of the living room and said, “Grab your shit,” before heading down the hallway away from the front door. I scrambled to gather my clothing but didn’t take the time to actually redress, while I heard Dan pulling his clothes back on and follow behind me. As I headed down the hall in the direction Steve went, I realized that he wanted us to cut through the back yard into his yard, so I didn’t worry that I was completely nude. “Are you sure about this?” Dan asked in a loud whisper. We were at the back door when I looked back at him. “Look, I don’t want to cause trouble for you. And, anyway, he seems pretty determined. I’ll just go along with it. If I really don’t feel comfortable, I’ll get out of there. Besides, what’s he going to do? It’s his word against yours,” I told him before rushing through the yard, through the adjoining gate, and through Steve’s open back door. Steve waited for me just inside the open door. He’d removed his tee shirt, revealing his skinny body. I’ve always been thin and hated when people called me skinny, but this guy was skinny. As in skin and bones. He had a bunch of tattoos on his torso that I hadn’t seen with the shirt on. Some of them were kind of muddled looking, while others stood out clearly. I assumed that they held some meaning to him. He must have been a scientist because some of them looked like chemical symbols. I heard Dan enter behind me and saw Steve’s posture stiffen. Looking up at his face, he was frowning, too. “You might not want to stick around for this part,” he told him. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Now I was getting scared, no doubt about it. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I thought I was just going to have a little extra fun, get an extra load, and head home a happy boy. Now I didn’t know what to expect. I looked at Dan who looked really worried for me. He gulped anxiously in that way that told me he was really worried what he’d gotten us both into. Being a genuine guy, he probably felt like shit for getting me caught up in all of this. His eyes darted around a little but finally met Steve’s. He cleared his throat and said, “I’ll stick around to make sure he’s ok.” His voice was a little uncertain, but he was clear that he was going to stick by my side, which went a little to reassure me. Steve scoffed and said, “Suit yourself. But stay the fuck out of my way. The pig is mine now.” Well, his stern voice was night and day compared to Dan’s. Steve left no doubt that he was getting things done his way. Surprisingly, Steve held my hand as he walked me down a short hallway to a door that led to the basement. As he took the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder why people always had their sex rooms in the basement. Yes, there was something sexy about it. But when you were in a situation like the one I was currently, it was more terrifying than sexy. Visions of serial killers were dancing through my head! The twisted thing was that as I was having these thoughts, Steve was cackling to himself ahead of me. What the hell was he laughing at? Or did I just say all of that out loud? Holy shit! He didn’t say anything, though, until we were standing in the middle of the open concept play room. Dan had paused at the bottom of the stairs, looking completely torn. It was sort of nice that he felt responsible for me, but there really was nothing he could do, so I didn’t bother to try and reassure him. How could I reassure him when I was terrified myself? “Leave your clothes in the bin over there,” Steve instructed, gesturing over to an empty basin on the floor next to the stairs. “Then get that ass up on the fuck bench. You’ll be more comfortable there than if you were standing the entire time.” How nice of him to take that into consideration. Not! He was going to be stuffing that mammoth cock into my tight hole -nothing about this was going to be comfortable! I did as I was told, almost like I was in some kind of haze, or hypnotic suggestion. I could have easily just taken my clothes and run back up the stairs. And yet, here I am, cock fully hard, my heart pounding in my chest, and my hole feeling . . . dammit! My hole was aching to be stuffed FULL! There is no doubt that he will stuff me full. I did as I was told and before I knew it, I was kneeling on the fuck bench, and surprised that I was comfortable this way. There was no strain on my back or legs, and I could just relax. Hopefully I could relax enough to take him into me without doing any permanent damage. He didn’t waste any time either. As I was discarding my clothes and getting into position, he was walking around the room, flipping switches, turning on lights and cameras and monitors playing bareback porn. I had no idea what he planned to do with the cameras, well, obviously I did, but what would he do with the video? Sell it? Post it online? Bloody Hell! And by the time I was situated, he had everything right where he wanted it. And then he was on me. No preamble. One second nothing, and the next I felt his hands on my ass, one hand on each cheek, pulling me wide open. And then I felt his enormous cock head at my opening. Oh fuck, this is it. Relax, breathe, relax, clear everything else away, I told myself in a desperate attempt to will my hole open so that I didn’t get ripped to shreds. My mind closed nearly everything else away, except for Steve and my pig hole. I didn’t think about any other part of my body, just my vulnerable opening and the massive meat dong that was insisting on entrance. I could hear the sounds of raw sex filling the room from the sound system attached to the monitors displaying breeder sex videos. That helped put my mind in the right place. I couldn’t see the monitors, but I could picture assholes gaping open and swallowing cocks, swallowing their loads. As I did so, my hole yawned open and I felt Steve begin to slide in. “Shit, you are a fucking whore!” he laughed as he sunk into me. “Look at you taking that cock. I’m not even pushing and your fucking pig hole is just eating me up. You want what I got, dontcha, pig?” he laughed sinisterly. My hole might have yawned open and allow entrance, but that didn’t mean I was wide open and gaping. He made it a couple of inches in and then stopped, allowing me to breathe and try to adjust. It was still quite a shock to my system. Before I got back into that mindset, Steve slammed full length into me, balls deep in one hard thrust! I felt my entire insides split apart from the sudden invasion and I howled in pain. That explains why play rooms are in basements -so the neighbors can't hear! Normally if there’s some pain during a fuck, I just grin and bear it. This wasn’t just pain, though. I felt like someone just rammed a telephone pole up my ass, I’d never been so full or so violated. Violated, that’s a good word for what I was feeling. And yet, the stupid thing is . . . somehow I was turned on during it all. I could feel my cock throbbing beneath me, trapped between my stomach and the padded bench. It’s almost like another aspect of my personality came out with extreme pain like this, a part that reveled in it. Because apparently I was, as I suddenly found myself shoving back onto Steven’s hard monster cock. “Look at you, fucking pig! Riding this cock even though I just busted you open good!” he snarled, so impressed and amused by my behavior. “You can’t see it, pig, but you will when you watch the video. Your ass is lubing my big dick up nice and slick with all of that blood.” Blood? Hell! Bloody Hell! He really had done some damage. So why was my ass feeling greedy, still? Steve took hold of my hips and pumped away, my hole destroyed and slackened enough that he could just ride me. Especially with the combination of his precum, Dan’s load, and my own ass juices and blood slickening his ride. I could feel all around my ass and down my legs were wet as he continued to rape my hole. I knew it was blood. There was no way Dan bred me that much or Steve could precum that much. So why the hell am I still turned on by this fuck? Am I sick? I’m a sick fucker for loving the fuck this man is giving me. I’ve never done anything like this before, nothing ever this extreme. Steve power-fucked my ass for what felt like another hour, but was probably another fifteen or twenty minutes. Then he slowed and lowered himself down onto me so his stomach was flush with my back. He brought his head down next to mine on the left and whispered into my ear. “So, the pig is enjoying the ride, I take it?” his gravelly voice rumbled sexily. “Good thing ‘cause you’re not getting out of here until I’ve gotten all I want from you. Or, should I say, given you all I want to give you,” he chuckled. “What . . . what do you mean?” I asked, feeling a sudden surge of panic again. “You’re not leaving here without my AIDS, pig,” he snarled into my ear. AIDS?!? What the fuck? I was suddenly thrashing against him, whimpering, trying to get Dan to come and get this sick fuck off of me. I could hear struggling and Dan was trying to get Steve off of me. He didn’t know what Steve had told me but it must have been quite clear that I wanted to go. “Back the fuck off, Dan, or your wife gets a phone call at her mother’s house tonight,” Steve bellowed, and then the room fell silent, except for the porn playing in the background. It’s not like they could have been fighting much, given that Steve was still buried balls-deep up my ass, but whatever struggle they got into ceased and I heard Dan walk away. Quietly, he said, “Chris, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen,” and then he disappeared up the stairs. I felt Steve lean down next to my ear again and in a sexy whisper, he said, “Thank fuck, I thought he would never leave. Now we can have some real fun. You want that, don’t you, pig?” Why did my body respond to this man who had literally destroyed me? I had never been so turned on in my life, and this man just told me he was going to give me AIDS! What the hell is wrong with me? “You want it, I know you do,” he chuckled into my ear before he pushed himself back up to standing. “Are you ready for your first load of AIDS cum, pig?” he asked loudly. “Fuck yes! Give it to me!” I heard my own voice yelling. Fuck, I really am a sick fuck. Then again, I’d just been thinking he was a sick fuck, too, so maybe we were more compatible than I thought. I was so inexperienced with sex outside of vanilla, this was all so new and exciting, I couldn’t deny that I wanted to delve deeper. “Here it comes, fucking whore! Take my HIV! Take my AIDS!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs as his balls erupted and blasted my shredded insides with scalding hot high viral cum. I’ll admit it stung like a bitch, but somehow I got a perverse thrill from that. I just didn’t know my own mind anymore. As his cum began to shoot into me, I felt my own cock going off below me as a pool of my semen spread out between me and the bench. I felt like such a pig. And I loved every second of it. Steve yanked his dick out of my ass, causing me to yell out in pain and shock. He stepped back and appeared to marvel at the mess he’d made of me. I glanced over my shoulder back at him and could see my reflection in a large mirror on the wall behind him. My entire backside and the backs of my legs were streaked with blood. I hadn’t just gotten a tiny tear. I was bleeding. Not gushing or requiring medical attention. I don’t think, anyway. But there was an alarming amount of blood. “We’re off to a good start, pig,” Steve told me, sounding kind of proud and not nearly as scary as he had before. “You up for it?” I really didn’t want to be up for it. I really thought I should say something like, “Go fuck yourself you sick fuck!” and take my damaged ass to the nearest hospital for some stitches and some PEP. That’s not what I said, though.

Theres a produce called "Magic Shave" it's a depilatory marketed primarily to African American men as an alternate to razor shaving, for use on face and head. Its excellent, and doesn't burn like Nair can. Makes my cunt and diclit baby smooth

I hunt for cock daily at the local video store. I suck and get bred by as many studs as possible. In between I hunt for full rubbers. I find them, tie them off and save them. I also look for cum on the floors and have become quite good at identifying cum from spit. When a guy comes out of a booth I immediately run in to see if he came in the floor. If I find some I will either scoop it up and use it for lube in my cunt, Jack off with it, rub it on my face or eat it. I love licking it off the floor too. Super nasty and degrading but that’s my purpose in life. I am a disgusting faggot cumdump. I also love to lick urinals and pissy toilets. I have 8 full rubbers from last night. I will eat some, pour some in my cunt and add some of the cum to my food. I love anonymous cum on pastries and sometimes leave them on the counter for whoever might want one of my special glazed pastries when they come to visit. One day I’ll tell them why themy taste so good.

PART 5 Everything went into overdrive and I felt a surge of lust go through me like I had never experienced. And my was throbbing yes, but my hole was spasming and just felt so, so... hungry. Tom looked down at me, “You like poppers Chris?” “Fuck this is so... oh my god,” was all I could get out. “You should see the way your hole is just going crazy. It looks so sexy convulsing like that," he remarked with a smile. “Please lick it again. I want to feel it so bad. My butt, it’s just, holy shit, I never felt like this before,” I sputtered. My entire focus seemed to be on my hole. I knew my dick was hard, but I didn’t care. I just needed his attention on my hole again. “Chris, I can’t lick it now, I put that lube on and it doesn’t taste that good.” He edged closer to me and handed me the bottle again. I automatically did two deep breaths in each nostril. I was just flying now. And he came in and pointed his rock hard cock, with precum dripping from its head, and slowly began rubbing my exposed hole with his cockhead. And oh fuck it felt good. I ground my ass against his cock, bucking and teasing, but he just teased back. He was so good at it, driving me further and further over the edge. The thought that he didn’t have a condom on registered but he wasn’t fucking me, so I dismissed it immediately. Besides, it felt so fucking good. He seemed to sense when the poppers started to fade and urged me on again. “Three hits, Chris. Three hits in each nostril. Or else, no more hole-rubbing,” he whispered. I wasted no time hitting each nostril with three deep pulls from my new friend, this little brown bottle. He went back to work teasing my hole as I writhed and tried to stay still, when it felt so good that I just wanted more. He was so subtle that I barely felt him increasing the pressure against my hole. And his teasing got more pronounced,as he focused on the center of my hole. Slowly and surely, he increased the pressure and it was now impossible to deny the gentle burrowing of his cock. But it was okay. He wasn’t fucking me. My breath was coming out in sharp gasps by now and it all felt so good. When he said “Four times, Chris. Four big hits on each side. Do it. Do it my sexy little boy,” I immediately complied. And I was already so spun. And those last hits broke my final will. I didn’t even realize it had happened til after it had happened. It was like my body made the decision for me. About thirty seconds after those four hits on each side, with his firm pressure against my hole and his cock already burrowing into my opening, I literally heaved myself up and impaled myself onto his cock. The head popped through my ring and two inches of hard raw shaft followed. He held me firm. I didn’t take anymore cock in me, but he wasnt gonna let me back off either. I half screamed and half moaned. The burn of pain in my ass subsiding already. “There’s my little bottom boy. I knew you’d show yourself. Such a tight hole. A hungry tight hole,” he whispered. And he was now working more of his cock in, pushing me to take it but not trying to hurt me. “Hit the bottle again sexy. Hit those poppers and let that little hole relax,” he murmurred. I know I did hit the poppers over and over,but lost count of how much each time. And by now there was zero denying that he was fucking me. His cock was sliding in and out and he worked it deeper and deeper. Nothing had ever felt this good. Then I remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Tom, what about, what about condoms?” I got out between gasps. “I don’t have any sexy. Besides it feels so good like this. Skin to skin,” was his reply. And it did feel so good. And he was going even deeper and fucking me more aggressively and the poppers... I lost it. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Feels so good. So good. Big fucking cock so good,” I babbled. And then he was whispering in my ear, “Your hole is so hungry I can feel it, like you are pulling me inside you. I’m almost balls deep. You know what’s gonna happen when I am buried all the way inside you? I’m gonna cum. Deep up in you. And you are gonna let me aren’t you?” I was grunting and gave no sign of discouragement, but that wasn’t enough. He continued, “ Say it. Say it’s okay for me to cum inside you. I’m not gonna let you have it if you don’t ask for it.” I didn’t even think about it. I was facing a primal need that immediately rendered my decision. “Cum in me, Tom, I want you. Give my your load inside my ass," I managed to get out as he was so close to bottoming out in me. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I'm so close so close to filling your hole up with cum. Take it. Take that big dick. Earn that cum load,” he whispered. With a last hit if poppers, I finally blossomed and he sank that last bit into my boy hole. It hurt in that good way that instantly made me want to feel again again. He was delivering short hard strokes with the result he was balls-deep in my ass. "Oh fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you. Gonna fucking cum. Fucking fill you up. Yeah yeah FUCK YEAH, take that fucking load. Take that fucking hot cum. Oh, fuck,” he groaned in a deep voice. “Oh god. Oh god,” was all I could get out. Over and over. In the back of my brain I realized my torso was dripping with cum - a load I had blown, but which I somehow hadn't realized when I was actually cumming. The feeling of my hole being fucked so deeply had overwhelmed my orgasm. My cock hadn’t mattered compared to the ecstasy of my asshole. “Please stay in me,” I whispered. He looked down at me and announced "You are the sexiest boy I have ever fucked. I swear your hole NEEDED dick. And cum. It needed that too didn’t it sexy boy?” A s I started to come down, the alarms went off in my head. Holy fuck, this guy came in me. And it felt like he came a lot too. I had no idea if he was safe or anything. I slowly backed off his cock, which fell out of my hole with a plop. I was losing that fuck high quickly. How could I have lost control like this? Because he was so fucking sexy, I answered myself. And those poppers. It made me feel like I had to have his dick in me. My body needed it so bad it override my brain. I started to back off him and got up on very very shaky legs to find my clothes. I was a little embarrassed now that I had acted slutty and lost control and I had even asked him to cum in me. I asked him too! Apparently Tom could sense my developing freak and reassured me, “ Hey sexy, I know that was a lot at once. I am so happy I met you though. You are so hot. And I would love to do this again and again. It can be our secret, if you want. But I hope you want more. And the look in your eyes says you do.” By now I had my shorts and shirt on. I knew I had to ask. And I was so scared as I quietly asked “Tom, are you... are you safe?” He looked at me and patted the bed to sit down next to him, asking with a slight smile "Safe? What does that mean? Was I gentle not to hurt you? If that’s what you mean, yes. Or do you mean something else?” He was gonna make me say it. "Meaning HIV," came my whispered reply. “Chris, I want you to think about what we just did. Think about how much you liked it. How badly YOU wanted it to happen. How it just got better and better. Like you always dreamed man sex could be. And I have more to show you and more to share. And you will be back. Maybe in a day. Or a week. Or two. But you are gonna come back here for more man sex with me. And it’s going to be raw like now. And you will ask me to cum in you again. You will even beg. And to answer your question, yes I am HIV positive. And yes, you took a huge load of my cum.” His gentle smile never faded. I don’t remember my reply. It was all about getting out at that moment. I am sure I said goodbye as I left as quickly as I could. I stumbled on still rubbery legs to my place, extremely aware of the wetness in my hole and asscrack. His semen was slowly leaking out of me. I shut the door behind me and locked it, made it to my room and fell on my bed. My head was spinning. HIV positive cum was inside my ass. What was I gonna do? And then his speech at the end. As if I'd ever do that again! But as my thoughts continued to unfold for every ten fearful 'Oh fucks!', there was a long thought of the knowledge I had just had sex that was so amazing I didn’t even think it was possible. But there was no way I was ever doing it again. No way.

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.”

Guys always comment on the thickness of my cock. I love to plow raw ass, with or without my P.A. in. I love hearing a guy confess all his most fucked-up fantasies to me while I smoke a cigar and plow his ass.

My favorite position would be doggy as well, but ultimately its the tops decision.

Doggy style: ass up and face down. Really let the top pound my hole.