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Hi, I found some drafts I wrote a few months ago that I thought would be nice to share with you all while. Hope y'all enjoy. The summer I came home from Ithaca, I had some troubles sleeping for the first few weeks. The constructions were still going on next door & I had to open the window to let in the cool summer draft. I woke up in the middle of the night to see how anyone could drill at this hour. I went to my window and saw a man, only in his jocks hammering some planks and placing them on the wall. There were also chains on the floor that he was now drilling to the ceiling. All this in a candle lit room. This man had a firm ass and I could tell he was packing. He was bald but his head was defined, as well as his body. His thighs were smooth and large. I could see his furry chest too while he drilled, packing firm pecks. Don’t get me started on his arms. It was clear that he’s experienced in construction. I starred for what must have been 10 minutes, taking the role of a pepping tom. He then stopped and got to the window and looked at me and took his jock off, jacking his 9 inch off. I looked at him straight in his eyes. He was now smiling. He opened the window and then came, blowing his load out of the window. He put his index finger on his nose to signal secrecy and turned back to blow the candles off, without acknowledging me any further. Before the candles were blown off, it looked like he was prostrating in a circle that the candles were positioned in. I closed my curtains, going to bed with a hard on I couldn’t contain. I woke up in my boxers, stained with cum. I haven’t had a wet dream in ages. I went down and asked Mom and Dad who moved in. Mom told me that it was a man name Robert Costa whose taking over the construction company that went bankrupt last year. Dad then said that “He doesn’t seem like the kind to play for the other team.” Mom told him that he’s only saying that because he’s more muscular than Dad and knows more about tennis when Dad lost his bet on him that Federer was going to lose. I didn’t want to hear them go on so I went out for a jog. I missed running around my neighborhood, going through the parks at night sometimes to cruise. I remembered when I turned 18 three years ago, I sucked my first cock at this very tree I just ran by. The balls I relished on was that of Mr. Courtois who was one of the consulate workers at the Belgian embassy. Mr. Courtois was friendly with my family. He had a wife and his daughter who I did AP Chem together with. I can still recall the moment he realized who I was after blowing his load in me in the dark. “Putain” Was the first thing he said, before asking me what I was doing. “Don’t worry Mr. Courtois. Or is it Monsieur? I wanted it. We don’t have to tell anyone.” I looked at him, with his cum still on my lips. “You should not be here, it’s unsafe for young boys of your age.” Talking to me like a child. “It’s you who shouldn’t be here. Does your family know?” I asked, before he gave a worried look. “Of course not. We must not tell anyone. We cannot. I’m going home now, let me send you home.” In the car, I was playing with his dick while he drove. It was long, hard and bushy. I then told him that if he took the next right, the exit would merge us on Connecticut Ave and that there was a motel that wasn’t too far away. It didn’t take long for him to agree. A little s’il vous plait & j’te veux was all I needed to convince him to fuck me. Thank you Estelle for making me pass 10th grade French. The thing about Mr. Courtois was that he had the perfect dad body. It was not too big nor too muscular. His hair was grey too and he had blue eyes. He was well endowed with a cock length of about 7 inch. And he had some pubic hair. Must be a man who takes care of himself. He was talkative but pensive when he fucked me. I can still remember those words that made my hole wet when he rimmed me. “C’est bon ouais?” Every time I hear those words now, I would get hard like I was Pavlov’s dog. When he inserted his cock into me, I was in heaven. The first cock I’m taking and it belonged to my lab partner’s dad. He said those three words again ramming me non-stop. “Ton cul, c'est extraordinaire…ah putain, tu vas gagner ma bite et l'accueillir.” I don’t even know what he’s saying but I knew it made me flush. I asked him to go faster. For some reason, Mr. Courtois couldn’t stop speaking in French. I had to learn the word vite from him and repeat it like I was yelling feet. I don’t think it’s even in one of my fetishes. “Tu veux mon foutre, oui? Oh putain..“ was his last words before coming into me. Filling my ass and sloshing his cum in me, pulling out and letting it flow like the Pontemac. We cuddled and he said his first comprehensible sentence of that night, in English, “Thank you. I didn’t know you were gay…does Estelle know?” “Je vous en prie” I teased in a high pitched voice. “And yes she does. I think everyone does. Does she know her dad is though?” “Bah.” was all he said and told me that we should go home. Mood killer. The time was almost 5 and I entered the house telling both my parents that I was at Justin’s playing video games and didn’t realize how late it got. This all happened a year ago before I left for college. How inexperienced I was. Last I heard, Mr. Courtois was back in Bruxelles, having his charity co-sponsor bxl pride. Maybe he’s out, maybe he’s not, but I knew I must have affected him in some ways when I saw photos of him clad to a semi muscular twink in harness on Estelle’s Instagram. While standing in front of the fountain at the park now, I could see a man wearing overalls and a white tank top walking towards me. He also had a helmet on. It was the one and only, Robert Costa. “It’s nice to see that ass out in the day.” He said, clearly recognizing me as last night’s voyeur. “Nice to see someone in clothes too.” I joked, transfixed on his eyes now. A dark shade of olive when refracted under the sun. Gorgeous. I can also take a peek of his chest. He then smiled. “Would you like to come over tonight? I just built something and I need to show someone. I don’t know anyone around here. Besides, all that construction must have make you a bit curious.” He asked, full of confidence. “Yeah, sure. 8 sounds good? I think mom and dad are going to be out for dinner at Bourbon Steak. I told them I would go watch the movies instead of mingling with some diplomats I’ll forget but whatever.” “Great.” Was all he said as he left, heading to the pickup truck parked across the bench where we stood. I wore my jock that night and the same pair of joggers with just a hoodie on. By now, I was thinking of whether I would call him Robert or Mr. Costa. Both sounded hot. Robert opened the door in an apron without anything underneath it. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve been used to walking around the house nude. Haven’t had any guests since I moved in. You’re the first! Come in.” He came in for a bear hug and I could feel how huge his balls were underneath the apron. Robert walked back to the kitchen and on his naked back, a bio hazard symbol was tattooed centered right below his nape. Interesting. Robert then showed me his kitchen where he was preparing some drinks. Campari spritz. With the heat that was going on, it was only necessary. “So…I want to try out something.” He said, going to the freezer now and taking out a tray of ice cube but instead of it being cubical, it was cylindrical, like a tube. “How would you like to have a cocktail of cum in your ass?” Wow. How direct. Cut right to the chase. I think my fixation on him last night was all that he needed to know to gauge the kind of a slut I am. I agreed immediately and pulled my pants down and hoodie off, with Robert now being impressed with my jock. “Get up here,” he called me when he went to inspect my ass. He took off the jock and looked at my cock, squeezing it with his other hand choking me now. I didn’t sign up for this, but it made me harder than I was before. “There we go..” he smiled now while gripping my hard cock while inserting one cube in my ass. It felt cold and melted easily in me. In his eyes, I can tell there’s a desire to corrupt and use me. It’s as if he wanted to destroy me and fulfill his dark fucked up fantasies. I hate to admit that I was willing to let my inhibitions go away & fully submit to him. “I still haven’t showed you what I was telling you about.” He then held my hand but this time with care and lead me upstairs into the room he was fixing up. It was a sight that I thought I wouldn’t see. I doubt there were any other houses in our neighborhood that had a room like what Robert had made. To call it a sex dungeon would be dishonest because it wasn’t like its aim was for sex but for something even darker. It was like a shrine. The chains he drilled up were a part of a leather sling. And behind the sling was a tapestry that bared the Sigil of Baphomet. The room was only lit by candles placed on the floor around the sling and that the sling was placed in a circle which Robert had carved. There was also pentagram carved in the circle. If one were to put themselves in the sling, they would face a floor to ceiling mirror that had quotes of Divine Comedy painted black in acrylics. In Italian even. To divert my fascination, I joked. “What’s the font, Hellvetica?” “Funny. You know what these words mean?” I did classics as an elective during freshman year so my memory didn’t serve me well but I can only recognise one stanza which was "Ritorna a tua scïenza, che vuol, quanto la cosa è più perfetta, più senta il bene, e così la doglienza.” “The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain..” or something along those lines from what I could recall. What does this even mean? Clearly I didn’t pay attention much. Robert recited the quote in his native tongue before I told him the meaning. He was surprised and said, “You are perfect. You want to feel pleasure and you want to feel pain. In this room, we’re all sinners. We’re destined for destruction during judgement day. Our sins are set as our aberrations called for it.” I can tell he was into Dante and must have grown up in a religious family. He was Sicilian after all by looking at his Apron that had the words PALERMO printed like something off a postcard. Robert then began to tell me that he’s a part of a covenant that sins and punish themselves. “Aquinas said that we can know things without any form of divine intervention…that God’s light would shine on us naturally to inform us what we must do. When I strayed off the path of God.. I was stung to realize my sin. I then thought that God wouldn’t punish those who went on the beaten path and that I must do it myself..” Fuck. This man is a cult leader, I thought. I was still intrigued given that I had a hard on and melted cum in my ass. “Then God shined another light…that we sinners deserve a second chance. Medication. What a way to deny God’s plans. But it also give me more opportunity to punish others.” What a visionary. I don’t think highly of Robert but his speech and the way he brought himself not only convinced me otherwise, but also convinced me that he sees himself as some sort of a prophet. I can see how he could manage his cult with the way he spoke. “I’m giving you the opportunity to learn more about me. To learn more about yourself. To participate in it. When I looked at you last night, the moon was full and I felt God’s light shined again. I can tell that you’re not religious, but the rituals and the aspects of this covenant make it hard for you to be dissuaded, am I right?” “Yes... but this is too much Robert, I think you’re thinking way too deep on this. It’s not even right if you’re going to just ruin people’s lives in the name of God.” “Well, I’m not ruining their lives and anyone who joins voluntarily does so. You think I’m a man who would rape? Most of our brothers are in on their own will. God’s will. I used to think that I was the only one who felt this way but there are many like me. I can see it in your eyes that you want it too.” He was right. Human beings are irrational and as much as we’d like to live our lives according to reason and truth, it is impossible for us to function in that way all the time. I wanted to join my neighbor’s cult that might affect me for the rest of my life. Was it because of boredom? Fascination? I don’t know. Words really can’t explain why some people do the things they do and my interest in joining Robert only proves it further. I didn’t need him to persuade me any more so I walked toward him and held his face and kissed him. He threw me on the floor and began rimming me. He pushed a finger in me and I groaned a bit. “Yes, don’t stop.” I said while he was pulling it in and out. “You’re very tight. Don’t move.” He commanded. I felt my hole exposed to the humidity and without any warning, he pressed into me with his cock, releasing a scream from me. I should’ve asked him to put more cum in me in the kitchen. I had fully submitted myself to him now. He took long strokes and pressed my nipple hard, telling me that I was beginning to open up. I rocked my hips back to him, accepting his potent cock. He also went slowly at times and fast, making me moan and groan like never before. My head was on the floor with my ass up, with the candles as my only source of light. Without the mirror, the room would be darker but with it, I can see Robert fucking me flat on the floor. As he rocked me deeper, I could feel another part of my hole opening, accepting more of him. He then said, “There it is, we’re just starting to have fun now.” All I could remember for the next half an hour was me being in a state of euphoria. My eyes were rolled back and my arms were shaking. I couldn’t even feel my legs as he rammed into me. I also noticed that every now and then when we were fucking, he would take a pause to breathe heavily. The last time he did this, he held me with his arms and squeezed me tight, not letting me go as he whispered, “Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.” It then registered to me that he had came in me about 7 times. When he was done, we were on the floor, panting while he jerked me off. When I was about to come, he sucked me and ingested all my cum. He then came up for a kiss and I could taste the saltiness of my cum while his and god knows who else’s was flowing out of my hole. While he leaned beside me on the recently varnished oak floor, I broke the silence. “Tell me more about this covenant.”

My Boy’s Open Hole I was out of town for work, and bummed as I’d be missing me and my boy’s anniversary for business. I texted and video chatted with my boy every day while out of town, promising I’d make my absense up to him somehow. He was clearly upset but promised to find a way to keep himself occupied so he didn’t stew over it. I was overjoyed when I wound up closing a big deal a few days earlier than expected and able to catch a flight home a few days ahead of schedule, so I’d make the anniversary after all! I got reservations at our favorite restaurant and headed to the airport to fly home. I called my boy and left a voicemail saying I’d be home early. I called again from the gate and texted him just before they closed the doors. I was in my suit and tie right from the final meeting and caught a cab home. I got to our apartment and found the door cracked open and unlocked. The lights in the living room were off and the door to our bedroom was open with light spilling into the hallway. I peeked in and saw my boy on his knees wearing a stretched-out jockstrap. His ass was up in the air, his hole gaping, and his cheeks streaked with fresh cum. There was a puddle on the sheets leaking out of his butt and streaming down his hairy thighs. I should have been pissed, but I was instantly hard. I pulled my tie off over my head and lowered it around his head, essentially blindfolding him. He moaned and reached for a bottle of poppers on the mattress. He took a big huff as I tore my clothes off. I lapped at his ass and was amazed at the amount of cum leaking out. I ate his hole as I jacked off. I placed my unlubed cock right at his ass and slapped it against his cheeks. He groaned and took another hit. I noticed there was a marker between my boy’s legs, covered in cum. I noticed there were hash-marks on his left ass cheek. He’d already taken four loads. ‘Fuck me, man. Give it to me!,’ he shouted as he reached for my hips. I rammed my cock into him and felt zero resistance. Without speaking a word, I pummeled my cheating boy’s hole. My balls slapped his wet ass and were sticky with frothy leaking seed. I heard the door creak behind me and an old troll oinked behind me. This stranger must have been over sixty in saggy dirty jeans with a mesh tanktop over a pot-bellied hairy body. Even his shoulders were furry. The guy grabbed my shoulder and oinked louder. My boy groaned realizing that a new guy had entered the room. The troll asked me, ‘Gonna breed that slut? Gonna POZ him up? I hear he’s only taking POZ cum today?’ I grinned, realizing my boy’s sneaky plan. Even though I’m NEG, I nodded so my boy wouldn’t know that I was the one fucking his slutty cunt. I pointed to my boy’s ass as the troll whipped out a gnarled seven-inch thick uncut cock. He asked if he could take a turn. I nodded and pulled out. A stream of likely-POZ cum oozed out of his open hole. The troll replaced me and slid right into my boy. He reached forward and grabbed my tie, using it like a leash raising my boy’s head. He pistoned into my boy and was close to cumming relatively quickly. He threw his body forward and pressed his hairy wasted belly into my boy’s slim back. ‘POZZING you up, slut! I’m off my meds, you whore. Take my filthy seed!’ And he did. The troll picked up the sharpie and added a slash mark. Five loads, at least the last one POZ. The troll pulled out with a squelchy plop and I took his place cumming a few seconds later. I added another slash to my boy’s cheek, his sixth, and possibly only NEG load of the night. The troll patted me on the shoulder saying, ‘one of us is going to bring him into the Brotherhood, man…’ Another stranger walked into our bedroom and just smiled. He was tall, dark, muscular, and very handsome. The troll nodded to him like he knew him and they shook hands. ‘Good to see you again, you pig…’ He gestured to the handsome stranger who had just entered. ‘We took turns filling him up a few nights ago… The slut was mad at his man for missing their anniversary so decided to take some POZ cock to get back at him…’ I grinned to keep the illusion up that I wasn’t the man in question… I got dressed as the new stranger got undressed. The troll helped spread my boy’s cheeks as the handsome stranger lapped at our loads oozing out of my boy. I knew I had to leave or they’d figure out that I was familiar with the room, my eyes looking around to spot a photo of me and my boy together. I casually put it face down on our dresser as I took my leave. The guys were so busy playing with my boy they didn’t notice. I grabbed my suitcase and let myself out just as a lanky younger guy with a buzz cut and messy boots and jeans and work clothes passed me in the hallway… We nodded, knowing I’d just bred a cheating slut, and that he was about to do the same. I texted my boy saying, ‘change of plans. Bad weather system here. See you tomorrow as planned. I’ll get a hotel and see you tomorrow. Hope you enjoy your evening…’ I went to a hotel, hopped on the apps, and found a guy to come over and fuck me as I thought about the filthy scene taking place in our apartment. A really sick fucker, with a furry belly and no face pic. He told me he loved POZZING NEG hole and had just bred a guy and was horny to cum again. I wasn’t at all surprised when the troll showed up at my hotel and fucked his toxic seed deep into my own slutty cheating hole.

I came home from work early and I find my brother being fuck in the bedroom. I just stand till the hot looking guy blows his load he then turns ask if I want sloppy seconds.

(Disclaimer: All characters are fictional, including the narrators. All resemblance of anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental.) I have been chatting with Bubba online for a couple days. He found me from an ad i put up on a hookup site, advertising my pig hole for raw cock. Bubba is a building super who wanted to fulfill his fantasy of catching and fucking a slut in his building and i am happy to oblige. After a couple of emails, he sent me his address and instructions. The street was dark, the streetlamps unlit at this late hour. I walked down the deserted sidewalk to my destination. The address turned out to be an older apartment building, the entrance lit with spotlights and a intercom pad next to the door. I punched in the code and waited as it dials. "Yeah" "Hi, is this Bubba?" "Yeah, you slutboy?" "Yeah" "OK just follow the instructions" buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I pushed through the entrance gate and find myself in a plain lobby. As instructed, i got into the elevator and rode to the top floor. Down the hallway i pushed an unmarked door to enter back stairway. The stairway is unventilated, the air hot and moist. The walls were littered with crude graffiti and a faint smell of sweat and piss filled the space. I walked all the way up to find a small landing at the top of the stairs, right next to the roof access door. As instructed, I strip off my clothes, leaving only my jockstrap on, and put on the clamps on my swollen nipples. The heat made me sweat as i sat down on the bare concrete floor and waited, my cock grew within the confines of the jock pouch. Slowly, i begin to stroke my hard on, pulling lightly on the chain that connects my clamps. I took a deep huff on my poppers. Feeling the urge to piss i aimed my cock at my stomach and watch as a stream of piss slowly trickle out of my boner and onto my chest and stomach, flooding the concrete floor. I rub the piss all over myself and moaned as the warm liquid covers me. I reached down and slowly stroke my lubed hole, getting more and more turned on. Suddenly i hear a door opening and closing in the distance, followed by heavy footsteps on the staircase. Could it be Bubba? or just another resident on their way out? The foot steps got closer and closer as the person walk up the stairs. Finally, a large man comes into view. Despite the darkness, he is wearing sunglasses along with tank top and track pants. "What the fuck do you think you are doing here, faggot? look at yourself, fucking jerking off in my fucking staircase. i should call the fucking cops and have you fucking arrested" "please sir please don't call the cops, i will do anything, i swear" "yeah i bet you will you fucking cock sucker" he said as he gropes his crotch. "I am gonna fucking use you like the bitch you are. get on your fucking knees" I got on my knees as he took off his clothes, revealing a thick, beefy body with a fine dusting of blond hair across the chest. His pubic area is shaved completely, his 8 incher growing hard. He leans against the graffiti covered wall across the landing as he strokes his cock slowly to full hardness. "get over here and suck my fucking cock" I crawled in front of him and started sucking on his hard cock. He roughly pushed my head down, forcing me to swallow his entire dick. I gagged slightly as he face fuck me slowly, pulling out slowly before pushing it all the way in. I can barely breath as he force his cock down my throat. "Fuck yeah cocksucker, suck my fucking cock... oh fuck yeah take it all the way in bitch swallow that fucker." Using one hand on the back of my head, he reaches down with the other and pulled roughly on my nipple clamps. My cock returns to its full hardness as he yanked at the chain, sending lightning jolts through my sensitive pig tits. "Yeah you like getting your tits worked on huh. Look at you, fucking boned up like that Oh fuck yeah" He abruptly pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed me back, my ass falling on the floor. I look up as he towers over me, his hard on pulsing to his heartbeat. "You like my cock faggot" "Yeah i love it" "you like piss faggot? Actually, i really dont give a shit if you like it. You are my fucking bitch now." As he is talking, his hard cock start pissing, raining warm salty liquid all over me. I rub my body with it, opening wide to catch some of it in my mouth and pulling on my tit clamps. My cock is so hard it feels like ts gong to rocket off my body, and in response to the piss shower i unleashed a torrent of my own, aiming it on myself with even more warm salty fluids. "Fuck yeah look at yourself, pissing on yourself like a fucking degenerate. get up bitch and bend over" I got up, my body wet with sweat and piss, my jock soaked through, my hard on filling the pouch and leaking precum, and bend over the railing. "Show me your hole" I reach back and spread my cheeks, showing Bubba my ass, lubed and ready. I hear him spit and felt it land on my ass crack as he run his fingers up and down, caressing my ass lips, before rubbing his spit all over the rim and making my hole twitch in excitement. "Nice hole you got here faggot, yeah nice fucking hole..." Bubba groaned as he fingers my ass, sticking one , then two finger into my cunt and probe deeply. I moaned as his fingerfucks me faster and faster, his digits ramming against my prostate so hard i feel like i was going to cum even without stroking myself. He must have felt my ass twitching hard because just before he brought me over the edge, his pulled out his fingers. Instead, he pulled my head back and growled in my ear "not so fast you fucking fag, you think i am gonna let you fucking nut? No boy, i expect you take my fucking cock first you fucking bitch. I bet you want it huh" "yes sir" "no shit right. I want to hear you fucking beg for it" he growled as he pressed his body against my back. i can feel his cock head right against my hole, not quite entering it, but nudging on my ass ring, "beg for my cock bitch" "please sir please fuck me please let me feel that big thick cock up my faggot hole I need it so bad please i need you to fucking rape my hole and breed it with your cum please make me your fucking faggot cumdummmmm" Without warning, he clamp his hand over my mouth in the middle of the sentence and ram his cock all the way in. I screamed in pain and pleasure as his big cock settles inside my ass cunt. "Fuck yeah bitch you feel it? you feel that hard cock all the way up that hole? yeah you are getting it all bitch" he growled into my ear as he start fucking me hard, his cock jackrabbitting into my ass without mercy. I moaned loudly into his hand as he pound away, his other hand pulling hard on my nipple clamps. After a minute he finally moved his hand away from my mouth, letting me take a deep huff of the poppers. My hole is starting to get used to his cock and i moaned as he ram it in and out of me , and in no time he is pushing me over the edge "Oh god thank you oh fuck... you are going to make me cum sir oh please let me cum oh god..." i moaned as he hammers away "yeah fucking cum bitch yeah fucking faggot you love cumming with a mans cock up your ass huh you fucking faggot oh yeah i can feel you ass twitching now fuck yeah let me fucking see that fucking fag clit bust comon" he growled into my ear as he reaches down and roughly rub my cock head while covering my mouth with the other. That did the trick as my whole body tense up and i cum hard, blasting load after load into his hand and the jock, gobs of cum dripping onto the bare concrete floor mixing with piss. All the while he keep hammering at my ass, unrelenting, keeping me on the verge of cumming again. He pulls out his hand and sure enough its coated in my fucking cum. He pulled off my tit clamps and rubs it all over my hard sentstivie nipples as he groaned "yeah you fucking cunt look at how much your fucking nut you must be loving this huh " i nodded and moaned in his hand as he hammers away, his hands now pinching and twisting my nipples to great effect "Fuck yeah you are a good faggot hole fucking so tight i am getting fucking close already you want my load faggot" "yeah please fucking shot your load in me please you are meake me close too oh god i need to cum again" "damn right you are cumming again. I always make fucking faggot bitches cum fuck yeah here it comes you fucking bitch FUCKKKKK" I feel Bubba's cock rammed all the way in as his cock swelled and waves of cum fills my hole. At the same time, my own faggot clit twitches and cum floods my jock strap, sending me bucking and clenching on the pulsing fuckpole. In a few seconds it was over. He pulled out of my ass as i collapse on the floor in the puddle of piss and cum. Bubba non chalantly pulled up his pants and is gone without a word, his footsteps receding as he trot down the steps. I lie there on the warm concrete floor, i reach back and feels his load dripping out of my hole. Unable to control my lust i push my fingers in and slowly fuck myself until my cock is hard again in my slick cum filled jock. I grabbed my cock and start jacking out my third load of the night when the sound of footsteps pounded on the stairs...

We were still buzzing from the T and my boyfriend had a slight edge from the coke he’d slurped off my cock too but we never took it too far too quickly. He pulled me off the bed and dragged me to the bathroom and into the shower. The people who “knew” us knew why we had the shower we did. Others just thought it was an extravagance. One whole room made into a shower. Not a wet room - except when it was wet with piss - but a shower room that was inspired by a gym changing room. A wall with four showers and a bench attached to the far wall. Sometimes after a hard workout it was great to just sit on the bench and have all the showers going to build up the steam. When you’re fucking it’s every gay guy’s fantasy. It was the centre of all our sex parties. Each and every one. Tonight, we turned on all the showers and kissed and caressed and soaped away the first bout of sex. Walking to the bench my boyfriend sat down and lifted his legs. I knelt down and sniffed his black hole. Naturally smooth it glistened and hardly looked like it had been fucked. But I knew it had been. It was the one night of the month when my boyfriend surrendered his hole. To black cock. The bigger the better. The deeper, harder the better. And inside a feast of black seed. I pulled his cheeks apart and gently licked his hole. The taste, even after showering was of sweat, spit, piss and random dna. I moaned as I was pushed part his hole and got that first, almost metallic taste of sex, chems and blood. The more metallic it tasted the more I knew how much his negro cunt had been used. And tonight, it tasted like putting a knife in my mouth. I moaned again and spreading his cheeks I pushed into his hole as his hands found my tits and started working them with increasing ferocity as my tongue dug in deeper. He slowly pushed his guys open, ensuring that I didn’t spill a drop. One hand reached round to push my face between his cheeks, the other slapped his hard cock against my face, mouthing obscenities as I swallowed his night’s exploits. Finally, his rosebud pushed out completely I licked it once again and then slide three fingers into his arse. It felt so hot and warm and pulse in expectation. He rolled his head back as I slowly moved my fingers around his arse. His breathing grew shallower as I slid in a fourth finger, using my thumb to tease and push against his bollocks. Precum was dripping, leaking down his cock giving me all the lube I needed. I twisted and turned my fingers, only pulling out to lube my hand with the ever increasing precum leakage from his cock. Now his head was completely rolled back and his gentle moaning has become one long sound. Pulling out I balled my hand and felt his arse muscle resist only slightly before my fist made it into the warm, wet cavity of his cunt. He blew out and raised his arse and legs higher as I clenched my first inside him. There’s nothing hornier than fisting. The only thing hornier is fisting a top guy. Feeling the sides of his cunt firm against your fist, wrist and then forearm; hearing his breathing get labored; and then his deep moan as you pull his engorged leaking cock into your mouth, finding his prostate and massaging it with your knuckles against his interior muscles. My boyfriend was in ecstasy as I worked my forearm deeper into his body. Once or twice he looked at me, egging me on and smiling. Not only a smile of pleasure and some pain, but knowing our ritual was well and truly started. He clenched his arse around my arm as I push in deeper. His cock, leaking precum down my throat, felt like steel in my mouth as I looked up at him. I pulled out my arm and watched his hole retract to normal size. I gobbed on the hole and rubbed it with my thumb eliciting a moan as he pushed his arse out. I licked my arm and pushed my fist against his hole. He gasped as I pushed against his sphincter, ignoring the resistance and getting elbow deep with one thrust. With my other hand I wanked his cock, wiping my thumb against his pierced glans and making it spurt with precum. With increasing force I started to gut punch him, each punch eliciting first precum and then a spurt of piss. Finally not being able to resist any further he pushed his cock towards my face and let go a rush of piss into my open mouth. I pushed against his bladder, forcing the stream to become a torrent as I tried to catch each previous drop. As the stream receded I pushed against his bladder for the final dribbles before removing my forearm. My hand dropped to his balls, swollen with cum. Winking, I stood up and walked to the showers. My back to him, I heard him get up and walk up behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he kissed my neck and teased my own arse with his rigid tool.

I put an ad online to sell our used car. This African-American dude about 5 foot 8 stocky build dreadlocks came over to look at it. We test drove it he liked it and we were negotiating on price when I mentioned that my husband was at work. He said he had been in jail and therefore it doesn't discriminate. Then he looked at me and said I know you want this cock. Is anybody inside? I was shocked and speechless. I told him no one was inside so he parked the car and said let's go inside and negotiate. We got inside went into the bedroom and he whipped out a 9-inch long uncut thick cock and said what sort of discount will you give me if I fuck you? I sucked him until he was so hot to breed me. He turned me around, asked for the lube and only lubed up his cock. My hole was dry as fuck. That didnt stop him. In one motion he planted that entire nine inch cock deep inside me. He pulled out and said okay dude clean me up and I'll go get you some cash for the car. I washed his cock clean and he went and brought back money and his girlfriend to drive the car home. Being that my husband had the other set of keys we are making arrangements for him to come back and get them. When my husband is at work that is.

The last few trips to my local gym I've been leaving the SCRUFF hookup app on to see if anyone younger in my gym would want to hookup. Today I hit the jackpot, of sorts. After my gym routine, I was still sweaty from the workout itself and I wanted to get home to shower before dinner. I got a new ping off SCRUFF. I was very interested in the young man who decided to message me for a quick hookup. Apparently, he works not too far from my gym and needed to unload. He's 27, of Portuguese descent. My type!! I told him that I had just come out of STAPLES office supplies, returning some used up toner to be recycled. He told me he's on his way to meet up with me. I was both nervous and anxious with a hard-on to bat. He arrived. He has these mesmerizing blue eyes (they melted me). He's into daddies (a lot!). And here I'm 54. I jumped in his car. Ok, let's find a more secluded, quiet spot. He's a top. I told him I wanted to suck on his cock bulging in his work clothes. We found an abandoned HOME DEPOT building close by. He parked behind the building, in the truck loading area (how appropriate!). We went to play in the back seats of his car. I unbuttoned his pants to reveal a gorgeous 6" not pencil thin, nor beer can thick cock. It didn't take me long to coax a huge creamy load out of him. He told he needed to de-nut after work, saving his load until the end of the day. He told me he was cumming. He came big time in my mouth -- big load, creamy, slightly salty. I cleaned off his cock and kissed him with a bit of his load. Short and sweet (or slightly salty as it were!)! We exchanged numbers. He wants more regular sex with me. He told my SCRUFF pics don't do justice to me, I'm more handsome in public. He told me he was bi, but loving boys more than girls. Suits me just fine. I'll be seeing those baby blue eyes more! I should leave SCRUFF on every time I'm at the gym.

It was a typical summer night. Three of of my buddies, Trent, Dave and Joey and I were out raising hell and causing trouble. It was a very warm night and we decided to hop a back yard fence and use the pool for some skinny dipping. We figured, given the late hour, we could get in and out without being noticed. In the dark we all stripped of our clothing and shoes and we quietly slipped into the pool for some skinny dipping. We were swimming around for a few minutes when I dove under the water to cool of my head. When I came up my buddies were jumping out of the water, grabbing their clothes and jumping back over the fence. I was slow to react since I was in the middle of the pool, with no clue as to what was going on. When I realized that the guy who lived there was on the back deck it was impossible for me to escape. “YOU THERE IN THE POOL. COME HERE!” I was busted. I got out, still naked and dripping wet. I figured I’d get a stern talking too and be on my way. Boy was I wrong. “Get your skinny ass in the house boy!” “Can I grab my clothes, Sir?” “No ya can’t. Now move it!” I walked my naked 5’8”, thin, 18 year old body through the back patio door with the large man of over 6’ who probably out-weighed me by a good 100 pounds. He followed me in and shut the patio door after he walked through the door. “What the fuck do ya think you were doing in my pool boy? Didn’t ya see the ‘NO TRESPASSING' signs posted?” I was able to honestly answer him, “No sir, I didn't see any signs. We were just very hot and thought we’d take a quick dip in the pool and leave before anyone noticed.” “Well boy you’re wrong. Now it’s time to call the cops and have them arrest you for trespassing.” "Please sir, don’t call the police. I promise I’ll never do anything like this again.” “Boy, you gotta learn not to be where you ain’t allowed.” I began to cry and pleaded once again “Please sir, don’t call the police. I’ll do anything you ask, but I can’t get in trouble with the police.” An evil grin crossed his face as he said “Ok boy, come with me.” He led me down a staircase to the basement. When we hit the bottom he turned on the lights and I looked around and was scared at all I saw. On one wall was a couple beams in an ‘X’ with straps hanging from chains at each end, there was (what looked like) a swing hanging from the ceiling in one corner, a strange looking leather padded bench in another corner and a tiled shower area in the third corner. Hanging on one of the walls was an assortment of whips, leather straps and chains along with an assortment of dildos. To say I was scared would be putting it mildly. By now this big man was behind me and had me by the neck as he maneuvered me over to the cross. He placed restraints around my wrists and ankles and stretched my arms above lifting me off the floor. He then went over and picked up a whip of some kind from the wall. “That’s a fine ass ya got there boy. This is gone be fun…..for me it will. Ain’t no body gone hear ya scream boy this room is sound proof so go ahead and scream for cute little ass off. And don’t worry boy, I ain’t gone cut you.” After he said that I felt the first strike of the whip. I let out a good scream and he hit me again. I am not sure how many lashes I took, but I knew my back was red and sore. I was sure I was bleeding but I never felt anything dripping down my back. The restraints were left on my wrists and ankles as he led me over to the sing hanging from the ceiling. He lifted me up into it and I laid back in it as he attached my wrists and ankles to the chains hanging from above. He looked down at me and said; “Now we're gonna have some fun.” He reached over to a table next to us and pulled out a little baggie I figured to be crystal meth. I began to panic and wish I had let him call the cops on me. I began to plead with him; “Please sir, I don’t want to do any drugs.” “But boy, you said you’d do anything I ask, and I am asking and you are doing.” He then pulled out a syringe and a piece of rubber. He placed the meth in the syringe and added water. As the meth dissolved in the water he worked the rubber around my arm really tight. I felt the coolness of an alcohol swab on my arm, watched as he stuck the needle in my arm and drew back a little bit of blood. Then he pushed the plunger down making all of the contents disappear into my arm. He pulled the rubber off and I felt a rush of warmth into my throat and I coughed really hard. I looked down to see him with his head between my legs as I felt him lick and finger my ass hole. Man did that feel good. For some strange reason I was very horny mad loving what he was doing. I felt strange, as if I needed something stuck inside deep into my ass. I started to moan the more he licked, sucked and fingered my ass. When he stood up I could see that he was now naked. He had removed his shorts and shirt while he was working on my hole with his mouth and fingers. He looked me dead in the eye and I knew what was coming, I wanted what was coming. No words were spoken as I felt his cock press against my hole. With little effort on his part it began to enter me. I felt it as he slid inside me and thought ‘this must be what my girlfriend feels when I slide my dick in her pussy’. I watched his face as he began to pump in and out of my ass. I can’t believe that it felt wonderful to have him inside me. Did this mean I was gay or at least bi. He pumped away at me for most of the night. Every so often he would reach down and twist my nipples, pull on my balls or stroke my soft cock. Every so often he would stop and give me some more meth to keep me high. I was really loving this shit. Being in the basement I couldn’t tell when the sun came up but when he stopped fucking me and said “That’s enough for tonight boy. You have enough cum inside you to make your ass mine.” Before he let me out of the sling he grabbed a long dildo and worked it deep into my ass. Then he let me out of the sling and took me over to the shower area in the corner. He had me get on my knees and stuck his soft cock in my mouth. He said one simple command, “Drink” as he began to slowly piss in my mouth. At first I was disgusted with the idea, but it didn’t taste that bad. I began slurping it down as quickly as he filled my mouth. When he was finished he told me; “You’re gonna bring your buddies over here one by one so that I can punish them like I punished you.” If this was punishment, I wanted more!!!

I remember so clearly when I met him... how could I forget? I wanted the man the minute I saw his profile. It was my first year away at college, and at 18 I was everything I THOUGHT at the time a college guy should be.... pretty frat jock boy, lacrosse player, 150 lbs of shredded lean muscle, dark hair and blue eyed boy. Everything a sorority girl falls for.... except I liked guys. I drooled over the other guys at the frat house when I saw them in their skivvies or nude in the locker room. But, except for a few drunken blow jobs, I'd not let myself do much. I guess I just didn't want to mentally cross that line. If I did, then I was allowing myself to be what I thought was a fag. But, at night when my house-mate was gone and the frat house was quiet, I'd sneak on line and check out the local guys and j/o. Then, one night, I saw his profile. He was much older then I was, at 44 years to my 18. But man, he had a body that could rival most of my frat brothers. The profile said he was 6 ft. He had short cropped, very clean cut salt and pepper hair on his head and his chest. He was definitely built, you could tell he logged hours at the gym. His legs looked like tree trunks and his ass like a rock. And his cock....god he had the most powerful, awesome looking cock. His profile read "Hot top Dad, looking for a boy willing to give it ALL up for him". Wow. Talk about a turn on... "give it all up".... for a stud like that, I'd try getting fucked. What did I know at the time. I replied to his profile and didn't hear anything back for two days. I'd thought he wasn't interested when I got an email back asking me for some pics and if I knew my status. I sent the pics, along with the reply that I was neg, which I was. He replied that he was also and, after a few more emails, we arranged to get together. From the minute I walking in his door, we had to have each other. The second we laid eyes on each other, we were both already getting hard. He stepped up to me, put one hand behind my head and one behind my back and kissed me hard. I'd never been kissed by a man, and I kissed him back with everything in me. Within five minutes, he was leading me upstairs and stripping my jeans and tee off. He was the most aggressive man I'd ever been with, and before long I was naked, on my back with my legs spread. He kneeled between my legs and stared down at me, then slowly began to strip. His body was even better then his pictures showed, and I was taken from that moment on. Shortly, he was on top of me again. He kissed with such animal lust, his hands all over my body. He kissed down my body until his face was over my hard, 7" cock. He looked at me with a grin, then swallowed my cock whole. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and before long, my balls started to pull up hard. He stopped, and came back up to my face and kissed me hard. "You don't cum unless I tell you too. Understood?" "Yeah", I replied. "Yes Daddy", he said. "What?" "From now on, you can call me Daddy. It turns me on. OK?" "Yes..... Daddy" I said. "Good boy". He rolled me over onto my stomach and moved around in front of my face. Sitting back on his heels, he waved his fat, 9' cock in my face and instructed me to take him. I'd never had a cock that big before, but Daddy began to teach me how to service him. He talked me through sucking him, telling me I was a good boy, how good a cock sucker I was, how he was going to make me into 'his boy forever'. I'd never had a man talk to me that way before, and it turned me on tremendously. Before long, Daddy's balls started to pull up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off his cock, and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his. "Never, ever stop until I tell you to, boy. Understood? I was so close to coming." He growled. "I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before though", I said. "Boy, I'll teach you how to take Daddy's load. But, you NEVER stop unless I tell you. Understood?" The idea of having a man cum in my mouth both frightened and excited me, especially from a man so beautiful. He pushed my head back down on his cock and kept slowly pumping into my mouth. Then, without warning, he grabbed my head again and lifted it up, and shoved a small bottle hard under my nose, forcing me to inhale. He held it there for several seconds, until I had taken several hits, then pushed my mouth back down on his cock and started smoothly pumping into my mouth again. After a few seconds, a wave hit me and I was more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I began to really work Daddy's cock, and before long, I heard him start to growl. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I felt his cock stiffen before burst after burst of his cum gushed into my mouth. I was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy and began swallowing each burst as it erupted into my mouth like a hungry puppy. I'd never heard a man shout so much as he came, and his animal intensity just turned me on more and made me work that much harder to swallow him. Afterwards, Daddy cuddled me in his arms and told me what a good boy I was. Hearing that was odd, but it turned me on. He asked if I had ever been fucked before and I said I hadn't. He told me he would get me to the point that he would train me to want to give it up for him and I instantly got hard again. The thought of this beautiful stud teaching me how to want to be fucked by him. Or so I thought. And that's how it was for the next three months. Each time, Daddy would get me close, then retract. I was never allowed to cum, or even touch myself. He trained me to know how to stay on his cock, and take each load with gratitude. Each time, Daddy would start to play with my ass more and more, getting me excited and pushing my butt in the air. He'd rub my cheeks, then eventually he got to sliding a finger in me, which grew to two and then three. Once night when Daddy had me on all fours, he began to eat my ass, making me moan and squirm like a whore. Daddy asked me "Are you ready to have that ass fucked, to give it up for me?" and all I could think was, OH YES, I am so ready to let you fuck me. It's about time. But all I said was "Yes Daddy. I'm ready". But he didn't. Then next day I got an email from Daddy. It read "It's time boy. Time to give it all up for me. Be at my place at 10, go upstairs, strip and get on all fours on the bed in the dark and wait." I was hard the rest of the day. At 10, I arrived at Daddy's. The door was unlocked, so I went in and up to his bedroom. He said to keep it dark, so I stripped off and felt my way to the bed. I climbed on and got on all fours like I had been told and waited. I didn't have to wait long. In the dark, Daddy had been waiting in the corner. He stepped up in front of me, and cupped my chin. He lifted it to his face and kissed me hard and deep. I was instantly hard. As his hands caressed my body, he leaned in to my ear and started to talk. "You've been a very good boy these past weeks boy. Daddy's so proud of you. By doing what I said to night, you're showing me that you are truly ready to give it all up to me. Am I right?" "Oh yes Daddy... I am so ready". All I could think about was, He's going to fuck me! "Good boy", he whispered in my ear. "Spread you knees and arch your back. Put you boy pussy in the air for me". I did as I was told. Daddy continued holding my face, looking into his eyes. "You're such a good boy, such a willing boy. Tonight, you're going to become mine fully boy. I've arranged something very special for you, something that will change you and make you my property, boy" Oh my god this man can turn me on! Change me? Make me his property? God this man can talk hot. "Are you ready boy? No turning back now?". I looked into this beautiful mans face, and said yes. He leaned in and began kissing me, harder and more passionately then ever before. As he did, I suddenly felt two hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue pressing into me. I panicked at the unknown intrusion, but Daddy gripped my head against his chest and held me tight. "Relax boy. You deserve this, this is special. This is exactly what Daddy wants. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be mine?" I replied I did and the tongue in my ass buried deeper. My cock was hard as a rock against my belly and it had been SO long since I'd be allowed to cum. Daddy shoved the bottle under my nose and in seconds, I was pushing my hard, hairless ass back against that face. Daddy let go of me and my head and shoulders sunk to the bed, with my knees spread and my ass in the air. Daddy stepped back against the wall and turned the light up a bit. I glanced back behind me and the man who was standing on the other side of the bed, bent over and eating my ass. He was about 6'2", solid muscle. He was a God, even more beautiful then my Daddy. But, what got my attention was the 10" of hard cock he was stroking. Surely Daddy was kidding, I'd never been fucked before and he was expecting me to take that cock? He was perfect in every way, with one hot tattoo on his left hip. I'd seen that kinda emblem before, in the Biology labs at school, and I knew what it meant, but I couldn't figure out why he'd have that on him. After eating my ass until I was practically moaning, Daddy suddenly said "It's time". Behind me, the god that had been eating my ass climbed on the bed and started to mount me, positioning his monster cock at my ass. Daddy swiftly stepped forward and grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. I was pinned, shoulders to the bed, ass in the air and knees spread wide. I struggled and pleaded for Daddy to tell me what was going on, but he just held me and said "Go for it, it's time. Take him." Suddenly, I felt the sharpest pain in my ass as the guy behind me shoved his hard cock in me. I screamed and he pushed into me, and in about three pushes was buried in me. Daddy grabbed both of my arms in one hand, and with the other shoved the bottle under my nose again. This time, he just held it there. The cock in me withdrew just slightly, then pushed in again. And the bottle stayed. Pretty soon my ass loosened up, but Daddy had another surprise for me. He grabbed some rope from the end of the bed and began to tie my wrists together behind my back. I was now helpless. Through it all, the rhythmic pumping of my ass never stopped. The only sounds from behind me was the muscle god groaning as he fucked me, the slapping of his balls against my prone ass, and the only three words he'd say all night: "He bleeding bad". "Keep fucking him", Daddy said as he kneeled before me. He shoved the bottle under my nose for several more seconds until I moaned and relaxed some more. The cock in me was feeling good now, and I was beginning to get hard again. Daddy kissed me as the waves from the bottle hit me. Then he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. "You're such a beautiful little boy", he said. "That cock in you is so beautiful. And it looks like you're learning to enjoy it." I moaned and the cock picked up speed. "The man fucking you is positive, boy. I knew from the first time I had you that this day would come. I've paid him a lot of money to breed you." I moaned and began to struggle. The hands gripping my hips just gripped tighter. "You can't get away boy. Tonight, you give it all up for me. This man will fuck you several times tonight, and when he's done, you'll be full of his cum." The bottle again, and against my will, I moaned when the waves hit. "After tonight, you will be my poz whore, my property. You will work to pay back what I spent tonight to convert you boy, and I will whore you out to get the money back." The cock inside me picked up speed. "After tonight, you will be damaged goods. I will never fuck you, but you will belong to me. Your ass will be mine to rent out to whom I choose, when I choose. You will be used until you're no longer useful or profitable to me, and then I will get rid of you.". The bottle again, and all I could do was moan and sob. The cock in me was fucking me furiously now. Daddy stood up and stepped back up against the way, folded his arms and watched. The stud began panting hard as he fucked me, and every now and again, he'd begin to moan "oh god". Daddy stepped forward and began commanding him, shout at him to "Fuck my boy" and "Charge his ass, go on. Do what you've been paid to do." The stud started fucking me like a dog, almost climbing on top of me to pile drive his hard meat into my fucked out boy hole. He was precumming hard, and I could feel his wetness running down my balls. I was practically screaming for him to stop. But the more I screamed and begged, the hard Daddy would command him to "knock the boy up' while pushing the bottled under my nose. The stud behind me began to moan that he couldn't hold back much longer. Daddy kneeled in front of me again and pushed the bottle one last time under my nose and commanded me to take the biggest hit I could and hold it. I did and a few seconds later my ass totally gave in. Daddy kneeled in front of me again, and cupped my chin in his hand. He looked behind me and said "He's ready. Charge him". He looked back into my wet eyes and said, "You're mine now, boy". The stud behind me started to yell, louder then Daddy ever did. "Fuck!" he cried and slammed into me harder then he had so far "Fuck yeah! Take my load boy! Take my charged fucking cum up that ass! FUCK YEAH!!! I'm fucking up that ass right now, kid." Daddy stood up and watched the stud unloaded in me. As the stud kept pumping his seed into me, Daddy pulled out his cock. Instinctively, and since the poppers were still working, I took it in my mouth. Just a few short pumps, and Daddy unloaded the biggest load of seed into me he's ever cum. I swallowed every drop. The stud behind me kept working his load into me for another ten minutes before his softened cock slipped out of me. Daddy untied the ropes around my wrist, but he then took my arms and pulled them down between my knees, and then tied them together with my ankles. I was left that way, ass up and tied for about two hours, after which the scene happened again. It happened four times that night. The next morning I woke up. Daddy was gone, I was untied and there was a note. It read: "You're a good boy. You gave it all up for Daddy. You were made to be his boy. I know you're mad now, but call me when things change". Change? What could change? I left angry, and didn't tell anyone about what happened? Who could I tell? Two weeks later, I felt achy. The next day, I felt downright sick, throwing up, muscle spasms, everything. I called Daddy for lack of anyone else to call. He told me to come right over so he could take care of me. I went over, and immediately upon arrival, he took me to his bed. I was so weak, all I could do was lay there as he stripped me. An hour later, the top stud that fucked me arrived. I looked up at him and heard Daddy say, "this is it. One last time to make sure". The god jumped on the bed, rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. Un-mercilessly he shoved his cock back into me and fucked me while Daddy again belted out his commands. The stud seemed to enjoy my weakness and kept mumbling that I was "fucked now" and "turned into a whore". He came one last time in me, more then any of the first times. When he was done, he climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daddy. "I think you can be sure it's done. Just like what you wanted. Cash on delivery, right?" Daddy smiled and looked down at me. "Yes, you did what you were hired for. Here's your cash, count it if you want. It's all there, all $7000. You earned it." "Not hard to do", the stud replied. "You got a really pretty one this time. Much prettier then any of the others". And that's how it's been since. Two months later I dropped out of school. Daddy put me in a room in the basement. He's been whoring me ever since... he likes to advertise me as "prime boy meat for poz cocks" with my picture on all kinds of web sites. He's sells me a $100 bucks a fuck, and there have been weekends where he's made 2 grand off me. Each time, I'm tied while Daddy watches and smiles, and tells me what a good boy I am.

Today I got fucked by a black dude wearing a Prince Albert on his dick. That was my first time being fucked by a P.A. Hot damn, the sensation was amazing. The P.A. made the fuck harder, which for me means more sensual. My body was constantly writhing with pleasure. But because of the P.A. I probably gave the fucker the worst blow job ever. The P.A. kept hitting my teeth, which was disconcerting. I avoided sucking with my usual firmness because I was worried that I could pull the P.A. and hurt his dick. He ended up jerking his dick to get hard while I licked his balls and shaft. Ninety percent of the sex I have is forgettable. This fuck with the P.A. was memorable. The extra hardness of the pounding made me feel pleasure throughout my torso. Maybe I've become addicted to being fucked by a P.A. It gave me the kind of rough fuck I crave. He only fucked me for about 15 minutes. I imagine the sensation of the fuck was intense for him too. He shot his bareback load inside my ass. I left feeling rejuvenated and more manly, my ass still carrying his sperm.

Holy Sunday Funday. Nothing planned. Ended up getting a last minute call from a black hung fuck bud. He was coming through town... did I want to play? Versatile, hung and handsome and "U=U"..... I was more than happy to entertain. We have fun when we play. He showed up... pumped a load down my throat, then said he had a buddy coming from Detroit to Niagara... would I like to meet him? He said he was a nice guy, big cock and loved to fuck white Daddies. So of course I agreed! Load 2 came from my buddy, who decided he would like to pump my ass with hot cum before his buddy got at it. He talked dirty the whole time he was fucking his second load into me in less than half an hour. He wanted to watch us fuck. VERY sexy hot black muscular Daddy shows up and he is about 11" long and about 6-7 inches thick. Holy fuck. But, we sucked and he worked that massive cock deep into my guts and unloaded a massive load #3 inside. A couple of hours later, get a ping from a couple local fuck buddies. They are partners. They're looking for a 3sum. I figured - why not - already got a two loads churning in my ass - why not see what happens. They come over and want to fuck in the sling. So Partner 1 (A) and I fuck Partner 2 (B) for a while. His first time. He really enjoyed it. Then I said to A - why don't you show your other half how to properly fuck and seed a hole in the sling? They BOTH just about lost their minds ... they were very excited. So... B gets down and eats my ass... and is opening it up for his buddy. He suddenly looks up at me and says... you've already got a load in there!?? Don't you piggy??" I admit I have TWO loads in there and he goes to work really opening my hole and eating some of that cum out. But A isn't having it... he gently pushes B to the side and lines his uncut cock up and slams it into my ass. Rock hard. Always rock hard. And sure enough, a few minutes later, his MASSIVE cum shot. I can feel it bubbling in my ass as he pushes it in deeper and stabs my hole with his cummy cock. He turns to B and says "Clean it". B drops to his knees and licks his partner A's cock.... cleaning all the cum from the foreskin all the way to his balls. Then B turns to me and licks all the cum that is oozing from my hole. I tell him to get ready to dump his first load into a cummy hole in a sling. He only lasted about 4 minutes. He said his brain was tilting it was all so hot. When he blew, he immediately dropped to his knees and sucked all the joint cum from my hole. That was load #4 for the day and I was happy as fuck. I was lying there feeling the tongue action and could hear the sloshing and slurping. Partner A engulfed my cock and shoved two fingers into my sopping hole... and I shot off into his mouth. He looked right at me and spit the cum out onto his cockhead and smeared some of my own cum on the edge of my hole, then he pushed his hard cock into the slushy mess. This guy can cum 3 or 4 times at a pop. Since this was his second load, he took his time and really churned things up. B was on his knees under my ass licking the excess that was dripping and swallowing. Suddenly A announced he was going to cum and he pulled gently to the edge of my gaping hole and just let the cum shoot all over the edge of his hole so that some would drip right down into B's mouth. Then he slammed his cock with load #5, Nice and deep. B sucked what was left of 5 loads from my hole.... and then pushed A to his knees and told him to lick some of it up. A had NEVER done this before and I he looked a little surprised, then I saw the resolve fade immediately and he locked onto my gaping and dripping hole and sucked and licked for a few minutes. Then he stood up and snowballed some of the cum into B's mouth. So 5 loads in my cumdump hole and 1 in my mouth. A good day!

Is it just me? or does the smell of suntan lotion make you even hornier than normal? A friend with benefits told me it is because in Canada it is so freakin 'cold in winter, all our GOOD memories are associated with the smell of cocoa butter tan lotion. LOL. I was chilling out on a Sunday afternoon. The sun was beatin' down on my deck. Tunes were hot. Cocktails were cold. I was lathered up in lotion and sweaty and drippy and horny. Hopped online and was immediately greeted by a buddy. A fuck buddy. I have sucked and fucked with him, his partner separately and the two together. They like to get a little piggy and that suits me fine. R always tops. His cock is uncut and is always hard. The fucker shoots massive loads as well. He should, he's only 30. His partner P is the older man in the relationship - early 50's. Average cut cock that is ALSO always hard. He flip/flops depending on his mood. I invited them over, but they weren't going to be free until around 9 pm and hell, I was horny NOW! There really weren't a lot of guys online on a sunny Sunday afternoon, and I sighed and resolved myself to a wank. I didn't want to wait until 9. I had just purchased a new dildo and thought this would be a great time to try it out solo first.... and I hoped in the shower and gave myself a nice leisurely clean out. This tool was about 12 inches and thick, so I did a really thorough job. Once I knew I was sparklin' clean, I grabbed my toy and got starting really dumping a big glob of lube up my hole. I took a couple of huffs of poppers and relaxed immediately. I was horny and I wanted this big cock. I was working my way down on this big black dildo and enjoying myself while watching a hot furry Daddy with a shaved head sitting down on his partner's big uncut cock. It looked fabulous, and I mimicked him as he slowly worked that hard cock deeper into his hole. The deeper he went, the deeper I went on my fake thick black dick. It still felt great and I fantasized that it was ME in the video starting to rock back and forth on that big dick. My cock was rock hard and I was just ready to start working it when my phone CHIMED. I wouldn't normally bother looking and would just finish getting off, but I saw it was a new 'friend with benefits' I had met a few weeks ago. It was fucking hot and I wanted a repeat. U was a very fucking sexy black guy who had just relocated into the area. He didn't know a lot of people and was looking for a fuck buddy and friend. Perfect. He was versatile and our first visit was pretty fun... cum everywhere. So when I saw his name pop up, I texted him back and asked how he was doing. I knew he had company coming from Windsor for the weekend. He replied he had just dropped his 'aunties' off at the train station and was about 5-10 minutes away. Was I free for a quick visit? He was passing through on the way home and had company coming for a visit. Of course he was welcome!!! Perfect... a good hard romp with a hot guy and then he has to leave. LOL. I was already cleaned out, so I just threw on a cock ring and a bright jock and headed downstairs. He was there in a few minutes and within 5 minutes he was sitting in my chair, legs spread, me in between them suckling his 8" cock, while he watched a hung thick black Daddy working his big dick into a white bottom Daddy. He said he loved this particular movie because it had a couple of interesting parts that really turned him on. I was happy we enjoyed some of the same porn, and really worked on his big cock. I had him groaning and moaning as I swallowed his thick cock and licked his hairy balls. I worked a slick finger slowly into his hole and gave him a nice gentle prostate massage while I continued to slowly deep throat him. He played with his nipples and looked down at me while I worked up and down on that wet meat. I slapped his thick cock on my tongue and he groaned and pushed forward, trying to slide that fat fuckstick deep into my mouth. I was talking dirty to him the whole time and I could feel his prostate get hard and he starting shooting cum. Massive load. Tasted great. As I was licking his cock clean, his phone went off. It was his buddy who was on his way to visit and he was about one hour out. "U" covered the phone and whispered.... "Want to meet my best friend? He's a cool guy. He's kinda hot too. We have been friends forever and fuck buddies for years. Oh, and he has a massive cock. I think you'd like one another". "Oh ya... tell him to drop over.... let's suck and fuck. Top? Bottom? Versatile?" "Top. HUGE cock.. you're gonna love him". Then he pushed me forward over the massage table and starting sliding his thick knob against my pucker. I could feel the fat head splitting open my hole with each thrust up and down. Just a little at a time. Fucking tease! But he kept at it and then he gave it that one last slow push right from the edge of my hole right in to my ass ring - with his balls resting on my balls. Fucking hot. He started slow little thrusts. Told me I was going to be very happy with his buddy G. That G liked to fuck hot white Daddy hole and he was going to love MY hole. He told G that I was a great cocksucker and a hot fuck.... they had been fuck buddies long enough that they both knew what the other guy like. So I start egging him on. I taunt him a little bit to turn his crank..."You gonna load my hole up with your hot seed before your buddy gets here U? Are you gonna coat my guts with your poz sperm and get me ready for your dude friend?" He groaned and started to fuck a little harder. "You've had your aunties underfoot for three days. I bet you got no jerk off time to yourself. You need to blow another load. Blow it in my ass. Get your rocks off knowing that your buddy will be second man inside. Let's see if he notices". He groaned again and started really digging into my ass. "C'mon U. Slide that big cock head in past the second ring and unload up there. Your buddy G will have it down coating his cock when he slides in. Give me a load of your cum dude". That did it. He grabbed my hips and just pummelled the living fuck out of my hole. Banging it. Pushing into the second ring. Holding it. Pulling out to the edge. Slamming that big dick and opening me up. "I can feel your ass muscles milking my cock head. Holy fuck. Keep milking me and stroking me with your hole dude. Wow". Then I could feel the warmth. I could feel him give that one last push. In nice and deep. Plugging that second ring with the fat head of his dick as the hot poz sperm starting pumping into my guts. I squeezed his cock as he stroked from the rim of my ass all the way back into my guts. Slow. Pumping and squishing. Careful to not spill any. Then he slapped my ass and said "Let's hit the hot tub and wait for G". So U and I hit the hot tub at 5pm to wait for his buddy to show up. When he does, I'm struck at how fucking handsome this black Daddy looked standing at my front door. His eyes lit up a little when I opened the door and he gave me a big smile. "Hi ... I"m G. Wow.. U wasn't kidding when he said I would like you....you are hot" He had me blushing like a school girl. "C'mon in and we're in the hot tub." He smiled when he walked out on the deck and I saw him coyly give U a subtle 'thumbs up'. I had already sat down in the tub when G pulled his shorts off and placed them across a chair. His cock looked to be about 8 inches SOFT and monster balls swinging underneath it all as he sat down into the tub. Holy crap! U wasn't kidding about it being big. We had a nice 15 soak and got to know one another and I gestured for us to head back into the house where the porn was running. We got back inside and I pointed to the same chair where U had sat earlier. U went and sat in the chair next to him and just smiled. I dropped to my knees and pulled G's legs apart. That big cock was running at half mast and I could see it lengthening AND thickening at the same time. I leaned forward and looked right up at him and grasped his cock in my hand. My fingers barely reached. I'm a piano player with long fingers! It had to be 6-7 inches round. Probably the fattest cock I have ever seen. And he was looking down at me and smiling and nodding. I licked the precum off the tip and he visibly flinched in the chair... he twitched again when I swallowed the fat uncut head and pushed the foreskin back with my tongue, while swirling around the sensitive head. He groaned and was thrashing a little as I worked his big cock down my throat. I paused for a hit of poppers and looked over that U. He was sitting stroking his hard cock (again!!) and smiling at G. "You enjoying that hot mouth G? Doesn't he suck cock like a pro? He is a pro! He knows how to work a cock buddy. Enjoy yourself". And back to it I went. And slobbered and deep throated that big cock for about 15 minutes. G suddenly pushed me away gently and gave the universal sign for 'turn around'. I leaned over the corner of the massage table and made sure my ass was at a good height for him and I waited. A few seconds later, he gave my hole a big swipe with his tongue. Then he immediately shoved his tongue into my hole and opened it up quickly. He pulled back and spit. Then he leaned forward and licked some more. I pushed my ass out and he started sucking on my ass lips and moaning. I could see him stroking that big baseball bat slowly while he ate my hole and slobbered. He reached around and stroked my dripping cock as he slowly slid his cock across my hole. Repeatedly. Him and G even fucked the same. This was gonna be interesting. He took his time and had incredible hip action. He slowly pumped that fat head back and forth. I could feel my hole opening up. It was sucking his cockhead inside my hot guts. I wanted to see that big cock splitting me open into a round pouty ring of flesh. He leaned over my shoulder and licked my ear and whispered... "You are a sexy man. I am going to open your hole up for my big cock and the two of us are going to enjoy fucking one another. I can tell. And then I'm gonna load your ass up with a big load of Detroit cum dude. You're gonne love it". And the fucking really started to happen. Insistent. Slow. Pushing. Twisting. Some short punchy thrusts, followed my out to the edge and back inside thrusts. I took a few more hits and willed myself to enjoy this huge cock who was enjoying my hole. We both felt my ass give away and that monster was going to go up inside. We both knew it. He did it in one slow slide. I opened my muscles up and totally relaxed as this monstrous cock opened me up. He was groaning and saying "Oh fuck.. oh fuck... oh gawd he can milk a cock U... you were SO right". I was totally enjoying his nice deep thrusts and zoning out a little when on one of my forward thrusts, I felt a big hard cock at my lips. I immediately opened up and U slid his dripping cock into my mouth. The two friends locked hands over top of me and gave me a good solid air tight suck and fuck. They were telling me that this was a very hot scene and they were talking about my hole and how good it felt and how juicy it was and tight, and what great ass control I had - when suddenly G looked across my back at U and said... "You fucker. You've already loaded this Daddy up with your hot cum haven't you? No wonder it is so juicy". U laughed and said "Ya bitch. I loaded him up first. You're getting sloppy seconds". That was the magic thought... G roared his head back and went crazy pounding my ass. He actually lifted me off the ground twice while unloading deep in my guts. Of course, that set of U and he unloaded in my mouth... telling G that he was cumming as well. This put ME over the top and my load started spewing everything. Suddenly G pulled out of my ass and U pulled out of my mouth. As I was trying to figure out what happened, U shoved his dripping cock into my dripping hole and rammed right in to his balls. Then he stroked in/out and churned up the two loads inside me.... and churned in a third. Meanwhile, G was stuffing that cummy, sloppy big fucking dick into my mouth. I was moaning and licking the cum off his cock and balls, then worked my head down gently onto his foreskin and sucked it clean. What a fucking treat. We gathered our energy for a bit and talked about 'things we had enjoyed' (notes for next time). G lapped away at cleaning the outside of my hole and licking all the mixed cum from the three of us. It was pretty hot and I was getting horny again.... but the guys had to go. Of course, my first question was "How long are you visiting for dude?". LOL Turns out he is here for a week. Got a text from U this morning thanking me for a very hot and sexy night and showing his hot Daddy buddy a good introduction to Canada. GRIN. That's me. The fucking BB ambassador! grin. The second text was better though... U told me that G wanted another go at my mouth and ass before he went back to USA... would I be interested?? Hell ya! Just as the guys were driving away, my phone rang.... my two other FB's were really horny and wanted to cum see my new sling. Did I wanna play? They both wanted to unload and I couldn't see any logical reason to say NO... so I said... get your asses over here. Let's play

This sounds completely logical to me. I find this is the case in my marriage. I'm completely happy in all aspects of my relationship with the exception of the lack of sex. So, I satisfy my sexual needs outside of my marriage relationship. It works for me.

We're back in Maui. Staying at the same condo complex as last year, but in a different unit. This unit however we rented through the same property management company that we used last year. In my email conversations with the property manager, Dave, he said, "I think you stayed in one of my units before. Right?" " I think I remember you", he continued. Anyway, we arrived late Thursday on the island of Maui. It took several hours to rent a car and to reach our condo on the other side of the island. Dave had told me that door keys had been replaced with combination locks on the doors. He gave me the code and told me that since it would be so late at night, just to use the code to let ourselves in. Then he would check with us the next day to see if everything was ok. We got settled and quickly fell asleep. The next morning, we realized we couldn't get the TV to work. So, when Dave called to check on us, we told him of the TV issue. He said he'd stop by within the hour. While my husband was fixing breakfast, I took a quick douche and shower. I was remember the great "anonymous" fuck Dave gave me last year. I was hoping he'd be up for a replay. Just as I was dressing there was a knock at the door. My husband answered the door as I was walking out of the bedroom. There stood that muscular hunk, Dave. Dressed as he normally did in basketball shorts and a wife beater t-shirt. He'd put on a small tummy since last year. And had grown his hair. He had his hair pulled back and wrapped in an elastic. He was wearing a baseball cap over it. He looked a bit disheveled. But handsome and as masculine as ever. He's such a good looking str8 man. He came into the unit and kicked off his sandals as is a Hawaiian custom. We showed him the TV issue and he was able to solve it quickly. We thanked Dave and he was out the door and on his way. My cock was churning in my shorts from seeing that muscular, tattooed hunk of man. We ate our breakfast and my husband settled on the lounge chair on the lanai to enjoy the beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean and the Island of Molikai just off the coast. I was cleaning up the dishes as my phone pinged that I had a message on Grindr. I looked at my Grindr app and sure enough there was a message from a guy showing a muscular, headless torso with those familiar tattoos. "Hey. Saw you online. I hope you remember me from last year." the message read. "Hi. Yes. I remember you. You have time for a replay?" I sent back. "Yeah. U avail now?" he said. "Yeah. I am." I shot back. "Building 19 Unit 4. Ten minutes. OK?" he said. "OK. I'll be there." I replied. "Just like before. I'll be in the master bath. Get naked, put the sleep mask on. And kneel next to the bed. Let me know when you're ready." he instructed. "Ok. See you in 10." I sent back. "I'm off for a walk", I shouted to my husband on the lanai. "K" was all he said as I went out the door. I walked down the hill to building 19 and found unit 4. I opened the door and yelled out. "I'm here". I proceeded to the bedroom and found the bathroom door closed. The bedroom was dark. The blinds pulled closed. No lights on. I closed the door behind me and the room was nearly completely dark, except for the light coming under the bathroom door. I quickly stripped. I had found the sleep mask laying on the bedside table. I put it on and knelt next to the bed, facing the bathroom door. "OK. I'm ready", I shouted. I heard the door open and heard him walk towards me. He pressed his soft cock to my face, slapping it across my face. I opened my mouth and he placed his cockhead in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to suck. His cock swelled quickly in my mouth and was soon to full hardness in a few moments. I sucked on his cock and then began to lick his balls. Soon he pulled from my mouth and climbed up on the edge of the bed. "Eat my ass, faggot". he barked. I scooted over to his ass and pressed my face between his ass cheeks, spreading them and then diving my tongue up into his ass. He was softly moaning in pleasure as I licked, kissed and tongue fucked his hole. I got my tongue deep up inside him. Licking the inner wall of his sphincter. "Fuck, yeah! I remember this tongue. Such a good faggot. Aren't you?" he growled as I made love to his asshole. "Ok, queer. Up on the bed. On your knees. You know what I really want. Show me that cunt of yours." I climbed up on the bed. Crawled to the middle of the king sized bed. I put my ass up, face down. I reached behind me and spread my ass cheeks. I heard and felt him repeatedly spit on my asshole. He pushed some spit up into my hole and then repeated it, spitting more on my hole. Then I felt his cockhead press against my hole and he spit down onto his cockhead as he pushed up into me. I was wishing I'd brought some poppers with me, but this all happened so fast, I didn't even think about bringing them with me. I tried to concentrate on relaxing my ass. And after a moment or two my ass had relaxed and his cock was feeling great as he began to slide in and out of my ass. He would slap my ass. One cheek, then the other. Each thrust he took was deeper and harder than the last. Soon he had both his hands grabbing me around the waist as he continued to pound my hole. It took only about 5 or 6 minutes of deep, hard and rough pounding before his fingers dug into my waist and he let out a low growl, as I felt his cock throb and he filled my ass with his hot load. As soon as he came, he slapped my ass and pulled out. "Ok, fag. I'm done with you. Put your clothes on and get out. I have to get this place back to new. The renters will be here within the hour. How long are you here?" he asked me. I almost laughed out loud. I knew for a fact that this was Dave. But he was continuing the game that I didn't know. So, he knew damn well that I'd be here until Thursday. But, I played along and told him. "Watch for my message on Grindr. I may have another opportunity. Now, get out." he barked as he went back into the bathroom and closed the door. I quickly dressed and left the unit without saying anything. I'll definitely be checking my Grindr app through the week.

I mid-thirties, a scruffy blond who likes swimming and running mixed in with occasional weights. This means I’m 5”11 and fit. I’ve clipped my chest hair and have pierced tits. I’ve a good sized cock, 8” with a bolt through the head and a piercing behind the glans; shaved balls but I’ve kept my tight hole covered by a good growth of blond arse hair. I’m more of a bottom boy and pretty slutty with the right guy or guys. Sometimes I do like to fuck. I’ve been in a relationship with my black partner for 20 years and we play together or solo. As you can imagine as a black guy he is hung like a horse and ripped. He also knows how to fuck me. A quick spit, a quick lick then deep and raw. Splitting my cunt open. He never takes no for an answer. Ever. He wants me, he takes me. I swim every day, twice a day. Morning and evening. The gym is a short walk from our house; and shorter if I walk through the local housing estate. It’s not rough but I’m still careful. Swimming first thing or last thing means I have the pool to myself. I do a minimum of 75 lengths each session and wear classic speedos to avoid drag. That’s what I tell people but to be honest I love wearing speedos. Usually, I’m the only person there at night but recently I’ve been joined by a guy. And I admit he’s hot, in that straight kind of way. I don’t have a type but usually I got for beefy hairy daddies who can teach me a thing or two as “Daddy” or fit muscle guys who can throw me around and treat me like a whore. And they need to be hung and engine-powered fuck machines. I’m a size queen and proud of it. 8” minimum otherwise I’m not interested. Bigger is better. If I’m honest I like to gag on a cock til I retch and then be hard fucked, bred and pissed on. Me and my husband are both on prep and he likes nothing better than fucking my cummy hole. Not really into rimming. I just want cock deep in my cunt. Yeah, I love that word. And “breed”. And as I mentioned, I like piss. Always surprised me how many guys say they’re into it but when it comes down to it, hosing me down and making me drink it, they become prissy shits. Basically, I’m a preppy guy hiding a dirty fucker deep inside my cummy cunt. Lol. If I fuck, then I go for tight arsed twinks with smooth cunts. And hopefully who have never take a double pierced cock or taken it raw. Always raw. Corruption is fun. Makes my cock drip and my cunt clench. So this guy. Not my type at all but I’m intrigued. He’s about 5”9’, dark haired and tattooed. And I mean completely inked from head to toe. When I first spotted him I couldn’t tell exactly what they were but over the past few weeks I’ve seen him closer up - in the changing room or by the side of the pool. A massive two headed dragon is inked across his chest and the tail wraps around his waist to join up to a picture of the tree across his back. There are lots of smaller tattoos on the tree but I can’t make out what they are. His arms are covered in vine leaves or something and his legs in what seem to be lots of individual symbols. He also has pierced tits which I always think is unusual in a guy so young. I reckon he’s about 25. 27 tops. Body wise he is definitely a swimmer. He’s lean and muscular. But he’s definitely straight. He wears baggy swim shorts but I reckon from what swings around inside that his cock isn’t too bad. He always arrives after me, does about 50 lengths and is gone before I leave the pool. Once or twice I’ve seen him in the changing room. But he’s never been naked. Always dressed in at least his boxers. He nods or says “Hey” but that’s it. He’s not my type. Not a daddy, not a muscle stud and not a twink. That suits me fine. Or I should say ‘suited’ me fine until the other night. It was a Tuesday. I arrived slightly later than expected because I had worked late to clear my desk. The guy at the counter nodded me through and as ever there were one or two guys working out. It’s an old gym. Used to be a gentleman’s club or something so there are two changing rooms - one for the gym; and a smaller one next to the swimming pool which is in the basement. I always use the smaller room, it’s closer to the pool and it’s quieter. Also, if I’m honest the smell of sweat gives me an instant hard on. Not really always appropriate in a gym. So I headed downstairs and pushed the door open. There are two rows of lockers and they look straight into the shower cubicles. I stopped dead in my tracks. There, under a spray of water was the guy. First let me say that he was much fitter than I thought. His muscles ripples under his inked skin as the water cascaded down his body. He eyes were closed and his mouth open. And instantly the reason why was really clear. Both his hands were wrapped around a monster of a cock. It was at least 10” and thicker than my arm. And sporting a massive ring through the head of his cock. I was transfixed as I watched him jack his massive piece of meat. I watched as he beat his dong and then as he turned and sprayed a fountain of cum against the wall. Slapping his cock to empty that thick tube of every drop. I suddenly realised I had to beat a retreat and before he noticed me I was out of the door and heading out. Needless to say my cock was rigid. And my moth dry. Swimming was out of the question.

1. Aiden I first saw Jay on a Friday night, early October. I was out at a club, standing by the side of the dance floor, watching the endless parade of bright young things. Tonight, it seemed a little more college boys, a little less desperate twenty-something actors. I didn't really care that much about the crowd. It was a mixed night, and I was already too busy defending myself against horny drunk girls, much less trying to separate the gay boys from the straight men. But first, I should probably back up and introduce myself. I'm Aiden. I'm fifty years old, and I've been in that other industry since I was twenty. We never call it anything other than "The Industry," if we even call it anything at all. Activists might call it "sex work" in an effort to give it legitimacy or make it seem more glamorous than it really is. But there is nothing glamorous about the life of a boy selling his body. In order to survive, you must become someone not quite human. You must become a creature who just enacts the core human emotions like empathy, love, and care. You can't survive with real emotions. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up and graduated. I'm no longer one of the boys. I'm a pimp, and now I get to own the boys. It's not an accident that we call it owning; it's about as close to slavery as it gets these days. It sounds cruel, but I believe it is better this way. It's easier on the boys in the long run if they understand that they are possessions, things to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. The entire process is easier for a bottom, of course. They already understand that they are just vessels for another man's pleasure. Yeah, I said man there. It's a straight boy's fantasy to be paid by women for sex. It. Does. Not. Happen. For men, the Industry is only about man on man, and the sooner a so-called straight boy figures that out, the better for him. In the Industry, we call that process "breaking a boy." The best of us pimps can do it in our sleep. Once you get the hang of it, it's easy, and for me, it came naturally. Of course, it's never easy for the boy. It is always a struggle for a boy to accept his position in the Industry. Back to the night at hand. I had a vodka and cranberry in my hand; I had been nursing it slowly enough that the ice had melted, leaving it weak and watery. I was waiting for the boys to start to approach me. It might take a second or third drink, but they always did. They might claim to be straight, but it didn't matter. Straight boys don't approach fifty year old men in a club. Only gay boys do, and those are only the ones with serious daddy issues. Jay approached me right as I was thinking about ditching my drink and getting another one. The first thing I noticed was his glasses. It was unusual to see a guy out at the club with glasses, much less the striking blue frames he had on. The second thing I noticed was that he was holding a drink. I wondered how he had gotten the drink; he barely looked old enough to fuck, much less to be able to get a drink. No doubt he had a fake ID. Before I got him naked, I'd have to see his real ID. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I replied. I smiled, letting him see my teeth. "Having a good night?" "Yeah," he said. "First time here. It's great." "Cool. I'm Aiden," I said. "Jay," he replied. He held out his hand, and I shook it. His skin was soft and warm. He had an easy life and hadn't gained the rough skin and calluses of manual labor. "You here alone? Or are you with friends?" "I was here with friends. But I seem to have lost them." He looked around again, in a feeble effort to find them amidst the crowd. "I was talking to a girl, and I guess they moved on." I tried not to laugh. He may have been talking to a girl, but that wasn't what he really needed. "Cool. What happened to her? She still around?" "Somewhere," he said, looking around the club again. He focused on the dance floor, and pointed someone out. "There she is. The Asian chick." I followed his finger the best I could. There was a cute Asian girl; dressed in a way that screamed money. I looked Jay over again. She wasn't completely out of his league. At about 6'1", he was a few inches taller than me and his tight graphic t-shirt showed off his muscular body well. But, even from the few words we had exchanged, I could tell he was still young, naive and unfamiliar with talking to girls. "She's cute," I said. "You like Asian girls?" "I dunno," he said. "It all depends on the girl." "What do you like?" "Oh. You know. A little shorter than me. Not too big. Not really a breast man." Or, I thought, he likes his girls boyish. It was already clear that he liked his men to be daddies. "I need another drink," I said. "You want one?" "Yeah, that would be great." "This way," I said. He followed me to the bar. "How long have you been in LA?" I asked as we got in line. "A little over a month," he said. "I'm a freshman at USC." I wasn't surprised. He had the good looks of someone who had spent his entire life never worrying about money. He anticipated my next question. "I grew up outside of Denver." He also had the rugged build of someone for whom the outdoors was easy to get to. "What about you?" "Been here for too long," I said. "Moved here when I was eighteen. Grew up in rural Missouri." I didn't want to give too many details. It was my job to know everything about his life; it was just as important that I remain an enigma to Jay. "What do you do?" "I work in the industry." He didn't need to know which industry it was; I knew he would assume it was the entertainment industry. That was not too far from the truth. "Oh cool. I want to be a producer." "A lot of my good friends do that." Despite changes in social mores, Hollywood was still surprisingly old-fashioned. At least once a week, a producer would call me needing a "new friend" for some celebrity needing some play time without the tabloids finding out. Or they wanted something more reliable than what they could find themselves. The line was moving quicker than I expected. It wasn't long before we were nearly there. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" "Well. My ID says I am. And it's a vodka and soda." "Good answer," I said. "For both." I'd really have to see his ID before anything happened. I didn't worry about alcohol. No one would prosecute for just giving an under-age kid a drink. But sex, well, that was a totally different story. "Two Grey Goose and soda." "Nice," Jay said. "Been drinking well tonight." This was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I would show him a little bit of the good life, and get him used to it. "I'm here on a scholarship," he continued. He had pulled it off well. But then I looked him over again. The subtle flaws that I had missed when I had first examined him were obvious now that I knew to look for them. The shirt, although fashionable, had the awkward drape I associated with a knock-off. His glasses were the same: the color wasn't perfect, and there were some hard edges to the design that I associated with a cheap chain store. Call it Lenscrafters chic. The barrel just got smaller, and the fish bigger. It would be easier than I expected. I handed him his drink. "Cheers," I said. He didn't flinch from my gaze as we clinked glasses. "To success," I said, not specifying what success constituted. I was already running through a list of old friends of mine who would want to have first crack at the young man's ass. "Success," he replied. He was smiling; I wondered what success meant for him tonight. In the end, it didn't really matter what he wanted. So much of what I was going to do with him was going to be about teaching him what he wanted. Yeah, there would always be that initial spark of desire from him; he had shown it in spades. But there was a lot I was going to get to teach him, and in turn, mold it into a core part of not just his sexuality, but also his own identity. We took a sip of our drink, and scanned the crowd. It was a busy night, and on the dance floor, beautiful members of both sexes were out having a good time. As the night wore on, more of the boys were shirtless. Not only that, more of them no longer cared who they were grinding against. It could have been a girl, it could have been a boy. "Fun night," Jay continued. I nodded in agreement. My pocket buzzed. The vibration was just enough to set off my dick. I had been keeping my thoughts high and abstract. But the sudden stimulation jerked me back to the present, and I wondered what his green eyes would look like, staring up at me as his lips were wrapped around my cock. "One second," I said, and pulled out my phone. "Crystal ParTy tonight," it began. It was from my friend ****, who was just as his messages. "One am. Intercontinental, Rm 1902. Bring yourself. Bring a good boy. Bring a friend." "Looking forward. I've got both." I texted back. "$ounds good. eVeryThing covered here." My dick throbbed again. Jay was going to get quite the introduction tonight. I turned to the young man, even if it meant looking up at him. "Friend is having a party. Wanna come with me?" "Where?" he asked, but even in the dim light, his pupils dilated enough to be noticed. "Downtown. I'll get us an Uber." "Awesome," he said. He moved a little closer to me and his lips pursed slightly at the end, like he was waiting for a kiss. Unfortunately, the moment passed. I knew what I needed to do. "Follow me," I said, drinking down the rest of my drink quickly. He followed, gulping down the stiff drink. If I had timed it right, we'd be in the car when the alcohol hit him. "First, text your friends where you're going. Party at the intercontinental hotel." I pulled out the phone again, and held it in front of us. "Quick selfie. My friend wants to see you." I'd also use it to run a fast auction of first breeding rights. The first one turned out perfect, and then Jay wanted one as well. He took a few before the deciding on the best one. "Memories of a fun night," he said. "Hopefully, it is just beginning, I said. "You should send it to your friend as well, so they know I'm not a psycho creeper." I could see him blush, but again, he also moved closer to me. He quickly texted someone. I was close enough I could read the text. "New friend I met. Invited me to a party downtown. See you tomorrow." "Thanks," Jay said, as he hit send. "For thinking of me. I wouldn't have even thought about it." I wondered what his friends would think of the picture. A young man and a much older man. My beard, although still thick, was more silver than brown now, and the wrinkles on my face were becoming more prominent. But perhaps they had already figured out what Jay was just discovering. "It's fine," I said. I didn't tell him how this was an important part of the process. He needed to trust me, to think that I put him first and looked out for his best interests. But I only looked out for my interests. "It's fun to party and meet new people. But remember, not everyone is on the up and up. Not everyone has your best interests at heart." Just like me, I thought. I didn't have to worry about his friends knowing I had taken him somewhere. By the time things got really dangerous, he'd be begging me for it. The best times, they begged me to drug them, to breed them, to infect them. "One second," I said, as I sent a quick text attached to the picture of the two of us. "Fresh meat. Tonight only. Bidding starts at two." I sent it to three of my old friends, Rod, Steven, and Alex. Each of them had a fondness for younger boys, and each of them absolutely loved the idea of deflowering a freshly-minted man. "200," Rod texted back. A few seconds later, Steven replied. "250." "Wanna head out?" I asked Jay. "We can get a cab there." "Sure," he said. I walked towards the exit. I made it a point not to turn around for the first few steps. I knew he would follow me, and he did. He kept close enough to me that I could feel his body heat. I turned around at the steps down off the dance floor. "Need some help," I asked and offered him my hand. He nodded, and I helped him down on to the sticky concrete floor. I thought I detected just the hint of a stagger; the alcohol was just beginning to hit. Hopefully the full rush wouldn't be far off. I had taken the side exit, right by the exit no one knew about. It was just a few steps before we were out in the warm night. "I'll get a uber," I said, and pulled out my phone again. I called for a car, then check the many messages I had received. The bidding was going nicely. "300," then "350", and then "400", quickly followed by "500." In just a few messages, it jumped to 750, and it now was at 90. That one had come in just a few minutes ago. As I unlocked the phone a new message came in. It was from Rod. "1300, with pozzing privileges." There were two things Rod loved more than anything. The first was deflowering young men. The second was infecting them with HIV. "Pozzing is on the table? 1500." Steven also loved spreading his virus. "Hell yeah. 1750," Alex sent me. Alex also enjoyed sharing his virus. My old friends were twisted, nasty men. "2000," Steven replied. "2500," Rod answered back. Jay was going to make me a lot of money, and it wasn't even his first official day on the job. "I'm out," Alex texted the four of us. "Me too. Rod's a lucky pervert," Steven wrote back. "You win," I texted Rod. "I'll swing by and pick you up." "Sounds good to me." I checked the app. The car was still about five minutes away. "Five minutes," I said to Jay. We had stepped out onto a side street and it was dark and quiet. Despite being right in the middle of the busy section, we felt quite alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys and wallet. From my wallet, I extracted a small bag of white powder. "You ever had a skiing trip?" I asked, indicating the bag. "Skiing?" Jay replied, his face showing his confusion. "You know. Cocaine. Coke." I put the wallet away, and used the key to my front door to scoop up a little mound of the white powder. I snorted it quickly. "Fuck, that feels good." I rubbed my nose quickly. "You want to try?" "I...I...I dunno. Never done it before." He hesitated, but kept on watching me. He was interested, I could tell. "I mean. What's it like?" "You smoked pot?" He nodded. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yeah, molly sometimes." "That's good. It's like molly. Only you're stronger. You're fearless." "I just," he started, but never completed the thought. "Just one hit," I said. "See if you like it. Don't worry. You won't get addicted from one little bump." "You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I also stuck the key back in the bag and pulled out another bump. It was smaller than the one I had done, but for a beginner, it was still plenty large enough. "I mean, I can just..." "Try it?" I said, finishing his sentence. He nodded. "Yeah. You should." I held out the key with its white payload. "Just snort it up." Jay leaned in, pushed a finger against one nostril, and snorted. He snorted a bit longer than necessary. "Damn," he said, right after. "That burns." He trailed off just as an uncontrollable smile of bliss emerged on his face. "But, fuck." He trailed off again, lost in his little private world of pleasure as the cocaine got absorbed by his blood, and delivered to his brain. "It's nice. Just relax. Cab is almost here. If you want, you can do another bump when we're on our way." "Yeah," Jay said. "That's a good idea. This is nice." Another euphoric moan of contentment. "Thanks. Really nice." "Enjoy it," I said. I pulled out my phone. "The boy need any vitamin G?" Rod had texted me. "Why the fuck not?" I wrote back quickly. I turned my attention back to Jay. "A friend of mine wants to join us. Gonna swing by his place, if that's cool." "Oh, yeah, that's cool." Jay was still spinning a bit from the cocaine. My dick twitched, watching Jay ride the first waves of the high. The ease of convincing him to use cocaine meant that all the next steps would be easy. It would not be long before Rod's thick, infected dick was deep inside of him, dripping toxic pre-cum. A white Prius pulled up. I checked the plates; not that I needed to, it was the epitome of Uber-ness. "Here's our ride," I said. I opened the door for Jay. He got in, but I still had to help him. I crawled in after him, as he scooted over to the far side. "9255 Doheny. The tall one." Rod was only about fifteen minutes away. "Good night?" I asked, as we pulled away and into the warm California night. "Yeah," he said. "Pretty busy." I pulled out the baggie, and Jay scooted a bit closer to me. "You mind?" I asked. "Nah. Have fun." "You want?" I asked. "Damn, I wish. I but I gotta drive." I scooped out a big mound. Jay's naiveté was once more working in my favor. He had no idea about doses, much less what his dose should be. The mound was big, perhaps a little bigger than even I would want to start with. It would be just right for Jay. "For you," I said. "Fuck," Jay said, eyeing the mound. He knew it was larger than his last bump, but he had no measure for how it would affect him. "Yeah," he grunted as he leaned in and snorted the mound. "OH. FUCK," he said out, filling the interior of the small cars with his grunts of pleasure. "Newbie?" the driver asked. "Yeah," I said. I scraped another bump, not quite as big as Jay's, and did it. I took a look at Jay; his eyes were wide, and I knew he was flying. I was just nicely buzzed; I would wait for the party before I got properly high. Besides, Rod had promised a bit of G, and I had to be the responsible adult, taking care of Jay. "Doing ok there, Jay?" I asked him. "Oh yeah," he said. "Feels so good," he said. I smiled, and put my hand on his thigh. He was fidgeting a bit, and I held his leg in place. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." "I know," Jay said. His leg stopped shaking, but I could feel the tension still in his body. "It's just hard," he started. "To let go?" I asked, anticipating his next words. "Yeah," he said. I just nodded in agreement. My own bump was kicking in, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. I wanted to see Jay naked. I wanted to see cock sliding into his hole. I wanted to see him bred. But all that needed to wait. It just needed to wait a few agonizing minutes. The traffic was surprisingly light and we were doing good time towards Rod's place. It gave me an excuse; I pulled out my phone and called him. "Yeah. Almost there. Less than 5 away. We'll be downstairs," I said. "I've got the Vitamin G. Mixed it in some Gatorade," Rod said. That was what Jay couldn't hear. "Yeah, bring that. We need something to drink," I said. That was the part that Jay could hear. "See you soon." "That your friend?" Jay asked. "What's he like? What's his name again?" "Rod. Rod Eisenman," I said. I flicked through my phone, trying to find a picture of Rod suitable to show the young man. Most of them were him fucking some hot young boy's mouth or ass. "He's cool. I think you'll like him." I finally found one, him shirtless at some street fair, a pair of thin black suspenders holding up his pants. Whether it was intentional or not, I noticed the top button of his pants was undone. "He looks like a cool dad. The one you can't quite believe is actually a dad." "Yeah, that's a good way to describe him." We were pulling up to Rod's place. "Just pull in under the awning." There was no one else, so I figured we would wait. I rolled down the window to see out better. It was less than a minute before Rod walked out of the front door, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition to the G-laced Gatorade, it would have some lube, a cockring or two, plus a pipe and a stash of tina. Rod was prepared for everything, except for safer sex. He walked around, and got in on Jay's side of the car. Jay got the middle seat. "Hi," Rod said. "I'm Rod. You must be Jay." Rod put the backpack on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you." "Good to meet you too. Aiden's been telling me a bit about you." "All set?" I asked Rod and Jay. They both nodded. "W hotel. On the boulevard," I told the driver. "Right on," he said. Rod reached down into the bag, and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. "Ready for your Vitamin G?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. "And I'm sure Jay will want some. How much is in there?" "I put in three doses." "Perfect," I said. I reached over Jay, and took the bottle of Gatorade from Rod. I opened it and began to drink the sweet liquid. I could just barely taste the bitterness of the GHB. "Vitamin G? Doses?" Jay asked. The alcohol was wearing off, but the cocaine was still making his head spin. "What's that." "Oh," Rod said. "Just some G in the Gatorade. You done it before?" Jay shook his head no. It was one more new thing for Jay to explore this weekend. "You'll love it. Makes you feel warm and happy. Takes the edge off of the cocaine." I drank about a third of the bottle and then I passed it back to Rod. He quickly drank his third, before handing it to Jay. "Your turn. Just drink up," Rod said. The young man hesitated for a moment. Like I had earlier, Rod put his hand on Jay's leg. "Come on. We are all in this together. We'll look out for you." It was as much the tone as the content of Rod's words that got Jay to put the bottle back to his lips and gulp down. "Nice," Rod said. I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off of Jay's thigh. I didn't mind. Rod was paying over two thousand dollars for the pleasure of deflowering Jay. It was bad service to deny him the implicit pleasures of holding the boy's hand. Besides, as soon as Jay was done with the bottle he put his hand on top of Rod's. "How are you feeling?" Rod asked Jay. There was a kindness in his voice, one that I recognized well. It was the tone he used when he was trying to convince a boy to do things. Things like have bareback sex with him or to blast his seed into the boy's body. "Good," Jay said. "Really good." "That's what we want to hear," Rod said. "How do you know Aiden?" he asked, making small chat as the car took us to the night's next destination. "Just tonight," Jay said. "But he's been really awesome." "Of course. He's a cool guy. You're lucky to have met him." Jay's hand was still on top of Rod's. "How old are you?" Rod asked. "18," Jay said. "I'm a freshman." "How has the adjustment been?" Rod asked. "Good?" "Yeah. Still trying to meet people." "Aiden's a good one for meeting people. He'll introduce you to a lot of new friends." I smiled. "Friends" was our code for clients. Rod was a "new friend" for Jay. "I know. He's already introduced me to you." "You feeling it yet? The G?" Rod asked. "I think so," Jay said. "How are you feeling?" "Warm," Jay started. We rounded a corner fast than I expected, and not being belted in, Jay was pushed up against Rod. "Horny," I heard him whisper. Rod smiled. Jay leaned in, and their lips met. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss. It wasn't an accident or the bumpy road. It was a real kiss, two men pressing their lips against each other. But it wasn't a long kiss. As soon as Jay realized what he had started, he pulled back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he said.

I had been talking to this guy on-line for a couple of weeks. He'd responded to my craigslist ad. I said I was a non-passable white crossdresser, kind of a guy in a skirt type, looking to give a bj. I had a blurry pic of me in a short leather skirt and thigh high stockings. He said he loved my pic and wanted to fuck my lips, but I saw a pic of his cock and thought no way, that black monster is way too big. In our chats, he asked if I liked "BB", I foolishly said yes, thinking that was Big Black (since he was a big black guy). He asked if I'd try a blindfold, I said cool. So after he promised he'd take it easy on me, and telling him there was no way I could deep throat a cock that big, he invited me over to his place. I put on that black leather mini skirt, thigh high fishnet stockings, a tight white blouse, and pumps. Although not passable, guys I gave head to in this outfit always wanted my ass, but I just did oral. Mark answered the side door after I parked in his garage, as he wanted to be discreet. He got me a drink, and after some small talk, he just whipped out his massive cock. It had to be 7 or 8 inches, soft. I got on my knees, and got to work. At this point, I could take it all in my mouth, but he was starting to stiffen up, so I placed my hand on the base of his shaft. He said I was being a good slut, but to drop the hand. I did as I was told. Mark then said he had the blindfold, and not seeing might help. It did make sense to me at the time, so he put it on. He said I was taking it much deeper without seeing, so it was working. Mark asked how my knees were feeling, I said they were OK, but he offered to guide me to the bedroom where things were a little softer. Mark was being very kind, so I let him guide me to the other room. Mark had me kneel, and said I could lean forward, as there was a little bench. What a nice guy. As I have my arms on the bench, sucking on that huge cock in the dark, all of the sudden, my arms and legs are grabbed. Mark pulls his cock out and starts laughing. It feels like there are restraints on the bench for my wrists, and ankles on the floor. There are other men laughing too. What the fuck is going on I ask. Mark asks if I'm ready for my bareback breeding. I say no way! He says I agreed to bareback, and there was no turning back now. My panties are cut off and my ass quickly lubed. I started to scream, right when they gagged me. The first cock in my ass felt like it was as big as a thermos! I was crying while they laughed. The fucking of my virgin ass continued for what seemed like forever then stopped. Oh god! I had a man cumming in my ass! Once he pulled out, I could feel his cum running down my leg, but I thought at least it was over. Boy was I wrong. Mark sad that I was just fucked by Justin, a skinny white guy with a 6 inch cock. That was 6 inches??? Oh shit.... So for what felt like hours I was fucked by several men, and cocks kept getting a little bigger, and hurting less for some reason. I was starting to like the feeling... Finally Mark said it was his turn. His huge cock slid in without too much problems, but it went REAL deep. He was fucking me slowly at first then asked if I was worried about AIDS. I shook my head yes. He said I was a silly little cunt, he was HIV poz and I never asked! OH SHIT! I tried to buck him off and push him out, this just made him piston fuck me harder. He buried his cock deep and said his dirty seed was going in my ass now, and I could feel it hot in my guts. For the next 2 days, I was kept bound, and every now and then fucked. The guys would tell me how sweet my ass was, and how hard it was to get a guy willing to take poz loads. I was far from willing, but Mark had told them I was going to act surprised. Then I was punched a couple of times in the head until I passed out. I woke up in my car, on the other side of town. Cum and blood on my legs, in my girl clothes, in the parking lot of a shopping center. The house where it happened was abandoned that day, with an eviction notice over a month old on the door. The e-mail account closed. So I was set up, and raped. Now I'm waiting to find out if they lied about being poz, or if I'm infected too.....

On me way back home I stopped in the Club not knowing if anything would happen being it was a Thursday night. When I got there the parking lot had had about about ten cars in it but I was horny as fuck so I paid the money anyway. Got undressed and was a little stiff from driving all day so got in the hot tub to relax. After that and resting at the pool a while I walked to the dark room and found a few guys that only wanted their cocks sucked so I took what I could and two of them pumped loads down my throat. Not much going on after that it was about 9:30 I went back to my room and lubed and played with my ass for while then went back out and and got on a fuck bench and waited . After a few minutes someone started rubbing their cock on my ass and sliding it in part way and then shoving it in hard, it hurt like hell at first because I was tight and had not been fucked in months. After catching my breath I reached back and handed him my lube and asked him to go a little easier at first and he did. He had me move to the other bench where he must have fucked me hard for a long time. A group had gathered around and I was sucking cock after cock while this guy was fucking me then he slowed down as I felt cum running down my leg as my ass was dripping wet. I was busy sucking as he walked away and I still finished getting two more loads in my mouth. I was asked to go lay down on the open bed so this younger guy could lick my ass and play around for a while. after a while the guy that fucked me come back and wanted to go another round, we went back to the bench then a few minutes later went to his room. He did not have a huge cock but he sure knew how to use it, he fucked me good and long until my ass was raw and I let him know I was getting sore. He got me back on my knees and fucked for another minute and asked where I wanted it, I said in my ass. he then started to cum but pulled out and covered my back and ass with his seed then shoved it back in fucked a few more strokes. I could not believe how much cum this guy had in those balls, I can't ever remember getting so much cum from one guy in one evening. That pretty much ended my night for getting fucked but I did stick around and suck a few more cocks before heading home. I am writing this three days later and my ass is still a little sore , in a good way.

I hire one particular escort almost every week when he's in town. He's a poz hung muscle daddy with a 00 gauge PA. I love this stud, he fucks to hurt and leaves me bleeding n dripping poz seed. We have an agreement that if he ever wakes up with an STD, I want it, like I want everything else which comes out of his 9 incher. The morning after he returned from a xmas fuck tour of Southern California he awoke with a PA hole full of green puss and his cock stuck to his crusty jock. Hands free I spewed my seed just hearing what he would be giving me later that morning. I hit the shower and worked my showershot so roughly in my cunt that I was bleeding even before I left my house. Although I spend a couple of afternoons a week being a cumdump and average a couple of STD's yearly - but I've never knowingly sucked a pus-dripping cock or begged for a stud to knock me up with gonorrhea and syphilis. He answered the door in a jock strap with a wet mark from his dripping cock. At my request, He had re-inserted his PA which was oozing green puss. I got on my knees and licked the puss off his oozing cock, My cunt twitched when he smeared some puss on his thumb and jammed it in my hungry slit. This cumdump fuckin' wanted his toxic cock more than any cock I ever wanted. He took me from behind while I stood on his staircase. I spewed into my jock the second his cock pushed past my sphincter. We fucked like dogs in heat, I was fuckin' myself on his cock as hard as he was fucking his cock into my ass. Later he told me the load burned as it was deposited deep in my snatch. It was the hottest fuck of my life, and worth the penicillin shot in my ass the next day. Several of my piggier buds got off knowing they'd be fuckin' a gono hole, so I spent my afternoon passing the gift along. I hear they had no problem finding pigs who begged for gono cock. Every time, I think I'm a super twisted fuck, I find out i'm just like a thousand other cumdumps in SF, begging for anything my top will give me.

Not so much the hotel itself but underneath the Boatslip is the Dick Dock which goes on until all hours with anonymous sex!

Great topic, as of course we want our bottoms to be clean as possible, and ourselves if we bottom for anyone. I usually just use the small or large size disposable enema bottles, just keep using the cheap plastic bottles as long as they last. I found just cleaning out the rectum is key, not doing a whole dang colonic, unless you're going to be fisted or take HUGE dongs or dildos in your ass. For fucking with ave size cock or lil larger, all you need to do is wash out the rectum (not get water into the lower colon as it can then pull more fecal matter down into the rectum area and make cleaning harder to do). - this video is great to show the theory for just a quick clean out for anal play - I've found this is sound in theory and practice,...and you get a feel of your own body. I always test myself after washing out with a dildo too, this also allows you to prelube your ass as lube or lotion is left in your ass after testing with your dildo, - which helps you be 'prepped' for fucking. - I use a natural lotion called 'Everyone Lotion' (fragrance free), its coconut oil based and really keeps the inside tissues of your rectum nice and silky for your tops! Good tip, make that ass feel more and more like pussy - they'll be back for more. The issue of fiber is on point, I also take psyllium husks to add bulk/roughage, keep the bowels moving and stools well formed, helps move things along and keep you 'evacuated', more ready for anal sex when it may happen. I'm more a vers top, so mastering both roles is great, learning to be the best at both. There are times it seems easier to clean out, prep...and other times its a hassle as it seems you're just flushing out more fecal matter which doesnt seem to end. Hope this helps guys.

I love how random strangers who fuck me in darkrooms aren't even fucking me cause I'm hot. I'm nothing but a fuckhole in there.

My bestie, who is a big app freak with lots of action all day, told me about Adam4Adam. He says he gets MOST of his action that way with grindr being the lamest. I was on A4A YEARS ago but found the demographics hitting me up... well... not right! But it seems to have changed, completely, the look, the app, the players. After installing it yesterday I had about ten hits (high for local) with at least two looking really good... still not sure exactly how all it works. Might be a dead end too. Old school, in the bars, appeals a lot better... maybe it's 'coming back'!?

I was in Orlando last year and a married guy contacted me to say he needed to unload. He waited until his wife n kids left for the parks and invited me over. We fucked on their bed surrounded by his wifes dirty knickers n bras all over the floor. He couldn't wait to get his cock up my ass. I'm laying on my back my legs over his shoulders and he's pounding away. All he kept on saying was "omg, omg". I relaxed my hole as he was pretty big n I always remember him saying....."yr ass feels as wet as my wifes pussy, u feel so good". At that point the look on his face and eyes rolling in the back of his head his body completely stiff he let out the loudest grunt n moan as he shot his load inside me. Several pumps as I could feel him squirt n breed me. It was such a big load when he pulled out his whole bush was covered in my ass juice n his cum. His cock was wet n glistening from our combined juices. He made me a drink after and he admitted that he fucks guys coz sexually fucking hard is what got him off. With women, or his wife in question, it was all lovely n sensual but sometimes the animal in him had to be released. He said his pref was pussy but physically fucking an ass was like a total release that pussy couldn't provide. He said he'd even paid for it before with a women but it still didn't achieve that physical craving fucking a guy brought. He said gay bottom guys just wanna be fucked and they provided him with s kind of service n relief he couldn't find elsewhere. End of conversation I just got on floor stuck my ass in air......he just took what he wanted. After, I just stood up dressed n left. Plain, simple but best of all easy!

Yesterday I was in my empty office waiting for a delivery that never came and saw a profile on bbrts not too far away, asked if he was looking he said yeah, so I gave him the address. It suddenly struck me that even though his profile was faceless I might already know him and sure enough this really hot guy who fucked me once before turned up. we went downstairs and I sucked him hard and then he fucked me really well over some old work benches in the storeroom. Turns out he has moved literally ten minutes away form my office which could be very hardy as hes hes really hot, fantastic cock and cums like a fountain. I did think this this was going to be a rare actual 'real' BBRTS hookup and I guess it was..............

Actually fell in love with the first guy I sucked off. HOT Puerto Rican mechanic met at a park across from the college I attended. Didn't realize there was always action at that bathroom till that day. Sucked a huge load out of his sweaty musky balls. He'd just left work, smell of a mechanic is still a huge turn on. Sucked him off, went outside, talked a bit, exchanged numbers. Not long after got into relationship. We were together over 2 years in the late 80's. Still kept in touch years after, calling each other on holidays and our shared birthday. Only in about the last year and half have we lost touch.

I have stayed in that Americas Best Inn and it is SUPER low rent. I mean, if that's what you're going for (which, it happened to be for me the night I did it) then it is a pretty good gangbang motel. Doors open to the outside, general area is a little sketchy, etc. It is known a little bit for that type of stuff although not as much as the Days Inn on Oakland Park Boulevard just off 95. That is THE gay sex motel in Ft. Lauderdale, at least from the perspective of someone who doesn't live there but travels there a lot. There are always ads up on bbrt for bottoms taking loads there and I went to a group thing there during Pig Week that had about 12 people in this little room, lol. They weirdly call it an airport motel although its nowhere near the airport and there is sort of nothing in walking distance around it so it works out best if you have a car (unless you're just planning on never leaving the whole time, lol). It is a very short car/Uber ride from the Drive though and I think that plus the general sketchiness of it and the fact that is it literally RIGHT off I-95 is what makes it popular for gangbangs, drug sex, etc. There are a few Days Inns in Ft. Laud so if you decide to check it out make sure you're looking at the one on Oakland Park. I also hosted a gangbang (and took 17 loads...woot woot! lol) at a place called the Link Hotel on Sunrise. Its not as well known as being a sex motel and I stayed there 5 days which was WAY too long because its a little run down...but its right in the heart of everything (not "everything" like sex clubs or gay bars; "everything" meaning lots of places to eat, lots of traffic for people coming and going to the beach, etc) and its a pretty good value if you're just wanting to stay 1 or 2 nights. LOL, I just read this back and see how sort of overly long it is. But its about my two favorite subjects: gangbangs and Ft. Lauderdale so I thought I would weigh in. Good luck and have fun!

Such a fucking amazing story! I've loved everywhere it's gone and everyone that's been involved. I do hope you write more for it, but I'll be looking for other stories as well. Thank you for such a wonderful read!!!

It's complicated, eh? It's probably impossible to answer the question as black and white in a world of infinite variation? i really appreciate that pigchaser asked the question though, and that we are discussing the topic on BZ. i think there are some golden discussions in this community, that there are a lot of thoughtful and intelligent guys here (as demonstrated in your post), and i count myself rich to be a part of this community. i think we (LGBTQ people) have often unconsciously internalized heteronormative notions and standards and i think discussions like this can expose that and help us have a fresh (our own) perspective. i think You are so right, people change (e.g., Tops become bottoms and vice versa, etc). Our personalities, as well as our sexuality seems fluid? i've restored a few historic houses and one of the things i've noticed in very old houses is the glass in the windows is thicker at the bottom than at the top. Glass is fluid, but it moves so slowly that it may take 100 years to notice a change from casual observation. Point being, some of our fluidity moves so slowly it seems to not move at all in a lifetime, some so fast, it seems enough for a dozen life times lol. We change in one way, not another, or multiple ways at once... infinite possibilities. i generally present as "total bottom" with a decided sub streak. i definitely don't fit everyone's idea of "sub,' i definitely do appeal to certain kinds of Dom's. When it comes to hook up, that's a lot easier because it's not a 'permanent', or ongoing, relationship, so compromise is pretty easy. In an ongoing relationship, i think compromise wears away at the bonds that are there, holding the relationship together, so it makes sense to me to try and identify ways to strengthen and maintain a relationship when the goal is ltr. i'm not opposed to monogamy, i think it can have advantages. Not opposed to open, i think it too can have advantages. Poly people have an interesting take on that (thinking of their efforts to commit to multiple partners). i see myself as pretty self aware. i also usually know how to articulate what i see fairly well. For me, one of the biggest impediments i've encountered when it comes to ltr is not "Top/bottom" so much as it is finding guys who understand and can articulate who and how they are beyond a simple label. While i identify as "bottom/sub" as my identifier, surface label, the contents are a lot more complex and require unpacking to get an accurate understanding of the ingredients. i think that's true about everyone, but finding guys who get that and want to explore each other together (i.e., "relationship"). It does make sense to me to surface (label) qualify initially, though that is not fool proof as you observe and note. While i identify that emotionally and mentally, i am "bottom/sub," i also have this thing about me where a guys ass is visually my favorite part of the male anatomy. For instance, looking at Your drop dead gorgeous ass fills me with lust and simultaneously makes me weak lol. And the "lust" i am filled with is not the "i wanna fuck it" type. Though i could honestly see my lust being manipulated that way, it wouldn't be a simple process (i've been 'Dommed' into penetrating guys, but it uses my sub nature). For example, the prospect of me inserting my penis into a guy does not stimulate an erection, but guys talking about breeding me can make me hard as a rock. Go figure? Those are just some details associated with Top/bottom, Dom/sub relationship that i personally see. Of course, there are as many "details" as there are guys and combinations of guys, so narrowing the details of the foundation (i.e., identifying general sexual compatibility) on which we might attempt to build ltr makes sense to me.

I'm going to work with my XXL butt plug in today. Looking forward to taking it out when I get home and having my rear end serviced with my bf's cock.

I think it’s funny that some guys feel the need to proclaim or justify why they don’t like black dick. Who cares? Their is plenty of ass out there!! Also, I also observed that “White only” guys are often disgusted/disgruntled about other white guys who are into black dudes (why preference argument is bull). I’ve intentionally fucked white guys at bathhouses in GP in-font of these dudes and the looks on their faces make me fuck better. Any gay dude who’d rather go home with balls full of cum and a heart full of hate then fuck is a fool.

Just got 2 big creamy loads bred deep in me by a very horny very muscular closet muslim lad. He’d replied to my ad on locanto up for a discreet anon fuck & go meet. I replied with my address & mobile number telling him to msg me when he was coming over, a few minutes later I got a txt saying he was on his way & would be here in 10 minutes. He txt again saying he was at my front door, I opened the door to find one seriously hot muscular lad wearing a while robe that he called a Jubba. It was skin tight on his huge pecs shoulders & arms! I invited him in & as soon as I close the door he grabbed hold of me & started kissing me, full tongues action as he slipped his hands in my joggers & groped my arse & started fingering my hole. I pulled up his gown to get at his big rock hard cock. When I got it out of his boxers he stopped kissing me & pushed me down to suck on his big fat 8” cut dick, I took him balls deep, my face in his big natural bush as he held my head & fucked my face making me drool & gag. When he’d had enough he pulled his dick out & got me up, turned me around and pinned me to the wall, he lubed my cunthole & his dick with spit & rammed it in me balls deep. He fucked me hard, rough & mercilessly, after about 10 minutes of hard sweaty arse abuse he bred his load in me, roaring loudly as he thrust into me hard & deep. When he pulled out he was still rock hard, I clenched my hole thigh as I got on my knees to suck his dick clean. While I was sucking he took off his sweaty gown revealing his gorgeous hairy body. He told me to take him to bedroom, he wanted to get back in my cunthole & give me another load. He got me on my back, my legs over his shoulders as he pushed in me again, he started pounding hard & rough again give administering the punishment a slut like me deserves, he changed position a few times till we ended up with me laying on my side, leg cocked up as he fucked me from behind. He was hitting the spot relentlessly when I felt my orgasm building, it powered up to climax so quickly I barely had time to say I was gunna cum! I roared as explosive waves of pleasure flowed deep in me, my dick pumping out my thick hands free load. He fucked me harder & harder as I climaxed till he to roared as he pumped me cunthole full of cum. He pulled out, wiped his semi hard dick on my arse, got off the bed & left the room. I grabbed my plug shoving it in my hole & followed after him. He got dressed, said cheers mate & left. I’m now plowing his cum deep in me with my big brown 10” dildo.

just took loads from a dozen one on one pump n dumps from guys my owner whored my tranny fuckhole out to. the last guy was super rough and abusive.lots of spitting in my face, slapping and verbal abuse like telling me what a "worthless faggot" and "dirty bugged up trash" I am. he got me to tell him stories about my father fucking me and turning me into a "tranny fuckboy". he told me I should be "an asexual 24/7 eunuch cumdump with no cock and balls AND no tits with a shaved head and NO body hair (I'm already there lol)" he told me the only reason he comes to Thailand is to fuck the dirtiest whores in the world "whores like you"

I am so looking forward to more of this story. It gets me so Hot reading it. Thank you for all your effort you put into writing it.

Weekend camping was made fun by hooking up with a young bear couple around their fire one evening. Seemed they both were into my daddy vibe, and after raw dogging one while his partner went to shower, I rested up and then fucked the freshly showered one after we had some bourbon shots. I left em both with my poz seed running out of their holes. Hooked up with one of them again the next afternoon. Was a bit rough on his ass and he tore a bit, but my load still went in deep. He thanked me before he left- he said they always wanted to try bareback but hadn't found anyone they were comfortable doing it with. I didn't really understand as I never told them my status and they didn't ask. But I nodded and smiled. Here's hoping I got two new sons over the weekend.

I'm a closet cd, that has been with a few BBC's in my life. I only get with BBC today. And would accept it completely if it happened to me. I would just want him to be a down low thug. Pound me daddy

Just had an experience that i'd hadn't had in a while. Chatted with a guy on bbrt who was at a bookstore and went to meet him. He was goodlooking with a nice fat cock so i immediately doffed my sweats and t-shirt and slipped out of my shoes so I was stark naked in the hallway of the bookstore so a lot of other guys guys saw me naked as well. He said loudly that he was going to fuck my ass and we went into a room where i bent over. Didn't realize he was tripping on tina and he came up my ass and then proceeded to piss in me with his chem loaded piss. Being the obedient cum slut i tried to keep the piss in me and i ended up absorbing some of his chempiss. I went horny wild. I know i released the piss in the room ... sorry to the cleanup guy! .... and went into total whore mode. I remember walking the hall naked and telling guys to fuck my ass. Not sure how many did but i came back to my senses a couple hours later coveted in cum and with a sleazy guy pounding my ass. He finished and a few more guys took their turn on my ass before i found my clothes in an adjacent room and left with cum leaking down my balls and inside of my legs. Not sure how i made it home.

I LOVE getting fucked totally anonymously , never seeing the guys that take my ass. That brings up some interesting situations sometimes when i'm out and about like yesterday morning. I was in a Lowes hardware store and realized 2 guys guys were watching me closely. When i got up close they said hi and asked how i was doing and one of them slightly rubbed his crotch. Told them i was well and stuck my ass out just enough that if they had fucked me before they would know i was up for a fuck. One turned to the other and said yea, i've fucked thus guy several times before but he was always blindfolded. I laughed and said that was me but he had the advantage because i'd never seen him. We went back to the bathroom and i pulled my shorts down to my ankles in the huge stall at the end. The guy that had fucked me was right behind me and i could feel his nice hard cock up against my ass as he slid in my 2 load ass and sighed. Silently he slid in and out until he grunted lightly as he flooded me with his cum. I leaned back and we kissed as he was still inside me. He pulled out and i cleaned up his cock. As he left the other guy came into the stall and dropped his pants a bit. I felt his cock get rock hard in my mouth and then turned around to present my ass to him. He found my hole and started going in slow but i pushed back hard so he slid in all the ways to his pubes. You are a horny fucker he said and proceeded to pound me. Only a couple or three minutes and he unloaded in my ass. He pulled out and i turned around to clean him off but he grabbed me and we made out for a minute before i knelt down and cleaned his cock. He left and i cleaned up a bit. Found them waiting outside the door when i left and gave them both my number. They texted this morning and i will be meeting them tonight for a longer session.

He asked me to come pick him up at his house. He lives there with his mom. Nicely kept house in Midwest City. Black kid, only 20, nice hairy legs, nice cock and balls. He loves to fuck bareback. I took off for lunch a bit early to pick him up and we drove to a nearby lake (Draper Lake). We found a lane that led to a parking area that had no one around. Got out of the car and he put some lotion on my twitching ass hole. Then he lubed his cock and I turned for him to push into me. He grabbed my hips, pushing in and pulling out, slapping my ass with his cock. It felt wonderful and I jacked my cock and played with my balls as he picked up speed. Grabbing harder, he plunged faster and faster, his breathing increased and I knew he was close to shooting his load in my ass. God, it felt good. Pulse after pulse. He didn't pull out, kept plugging my ass. He wanted a second cum (I did, too). Think we would have made it, but a car with a cute bearded guy drove in, swung in a big circle, right by us. He grinned, then left. We were both spooked, so we got our pants back up and drove him home. Can't wait till our next bb fuck episode.

You can't get over it completely. Even if you both test negative and pledge monogamy, you still are putting trust in someone else. You should have a plan for what you'll do if you become HIV+ or catch an STD but don't let that possibility consume your thoughts. Have your plan and do your best to have fun.

I've always dreamed of being passed around to random strangers. I met a long-distance trucker over bbrt and had some time off due so we decided on a "load-trip." He picked me up on a Tuesday afternoon and went through the bag I packed. I had followed his instructions and only packed mesh workout shorts, a pair of snap-off warm-up pants like basketball players wear, a few t-shirts and all of my sex toys. After he checked the bag, he tied me to the bed and bred me twice. When he was done, I cleaned his cock and he fed me his loads from my pussy. He left for a while and returned with a small, metal chastity device and a bowl of ice. He soaked my cock and balls in the ice until I was completely soft and whimpering at which time he locked my tiny dick up. After that, we left in his truck. As soon as we were in the truck, he took my jeans and said I'd get them back at the end of the trip. He pushed a huge plug up my ass and I sat naked in his truck leaving home. We stopped at a truck stop that evening and he made me put on the warm-up pants without a shirt or shoes and sent me to another truck in the lot. The driver was a huge black man and as soon as I got in his truck he turned me around, yanked the back of my pants, causing all of the snaps to come undone and expose my plugged hole. He pulled the plug out without any warning and shoved it in my mouth. He shoved his massive cock in my hole and started fucking me hard and fast until he dumped his load in my hole. Again, I cleaned his dick and he told me to go to a different truck in the lot. When I went to snap my pants back up, he said don't bother and made me walk across the lot to another truck with the plug in my mouth and my ass hanging out, dripping cum. I ran to the other truck where the driver tied me up in the back. He fucked me and dumped a load in me too before sending me back to my master. I got used to the routine but after a few days and even got used to the cum stains in my shorts and the locked cock had me horny 24/7. My master said he had a special treat planned for the end of the week before I had to head home. We went to a friends house, where I was tied up over a sawhorse in a barn. I was gagged and had a hood placed over my head so I couldn't see or say anything. He whispered that the good news was I wouldn't have to clean the dicks after they fucked me but he'd "make up for it." He apparently invited every trucker and anonymous top he could find. I could hear people talking and laughing in the background but couldn't tell what anyone was saying. I felt someone rubbing my hole with a liquid which I at first thought was lube. However, I soon realized it was much worse and as the first cock shoved into me, he whispered that it was GOJO lava soap. By the time he was done, I was crying hard and had my first load. His cock was quickly replaced with another and another. I'm not sure how many loads I took that night. I blacked out a few times to be woken up by a cock shoving deep into my pussy. When they were done fucking me, I was untied and fell to the floor. The gag was removed and I was told to lick the cum I spilled off the floor. It felt like I drank gallons of cum. After I cleaned up my mess, I was told my work wasn't quite done yet. I was told to get on all fours, face-down ass-up on the floor in the middle of the room. When I did, I saw my master bring out an aluminum baseball bat. I knew I was in for it now. He worked the bat into my hole slowly and then fucked me with it. Everyone was laughing at my pain and when he pulled the bat out, guys lined up and took turns pissing in my gaping hole. When it was over, a massive plug was shoved in my ass and I was told I was saving snacks for later. After all this, I thought my day was over, but I had to serve everyone there beers and snacks while they hung out and joked about what a cumdump faggot I am. Eventually, someone grabbed a large dog food bowl and made me squat over it. As I was squatting, the plug fell out and all of the piss and cum flooded out of my hole into the dog bowl. I was made to eat and lick the bowl clean. We rode back toward my town after that night. It took three days and he continued to pimp me out the entire way. I served as a glory hole cumdump at a dirty bookstore off the interstate. When we got close to town, he said he didn't have a load in town so I would be catching a ride with a friend of his the rest of the way. He pumped his last load in me on the side of a back highway where I switched trucks. The new guy seemed nice at first. However, that night he forced his cock in me and fucked me like the piece of shit faggot he called me. When he was done, and we were back in town, he dropped me off on the other side of town and took the last cash I had, "for the lift" so I'd have to walk all the way home. I asked if he had my jeans or the key to my lock, which he made me call my "clit cage." He laughed and said I was stupid for forgetting when I switched trucks. I've been caged now for over a year. My truck-driving master comes to town every once in a while and almost all my vacations are spent over-the-road now and I wouldn't trade anything.

7. Damon The wife had left for the weekend, visiting her sister, and it was my chance to do everything that she didn't need to know about. I slammed back into the boy. Aiden had introduced him, but I couldn't remember his name. James, maybe. Jay, maybe. It didn't matter. All that mattered was my cock, and how all eleven inches was buried deep in his defenseless hole. "Give me that pipe," I said to the other boy. His name was Tucker. I had fucked him the last time Tanya had visited her sister. I remembered him because he had passed out when I forced the last inch of my cock into his hole. I didn't bother to stop. His hole had stretched open to accommodate and welcome my dick and I was not going to turn down such a pleasure. Besides, Edward had given Tucker a safe word. It was not my fault he had fainted before he had a chance to use it. "Yes, Sir," Tucker said. He handed me the pipe; it was still relatively full of crystal. After her sister, Tanya was going on a work trip. I had several days to enjoy myself, and I was going to do it properly. I took the pipe and torch, and started to heat it up. "Now we're really going to have some fun," I said. Well, at least I was going to have some fun. Tucker and the boy Jay, well, they were the toys that I was going to have so much fun playing with. Hopefully, I wouldn't break them. But, if I did, there were plenty more faggots where they came from, hungry for my thick, long, black cock. I stuck the pipe in my mouth, and inhaled. The drugs were clean and potent and I sucked in thick clouds, letting them fill my lungs. It had been a while since I had partied, but Edward's monthly event was the perfect place to indulge. It was a collection of horny men and eager boys, where the only goal was pleasure. The drugs were plentiful, and mercifully, the condoms were non-existent. "Oh yeah," I grunted, trying to hold as much of the hit in as possible. I pulled out, until just my dickhead was inside Jay's hole. My shaft was wet and glossy. Since I had used only the smallest amount of spit as lube, most of it was cum, relentlessly injected by other men at the party. "Fucking slut," I said, then slammed my cock back into his tight pink hole. His hole made a lovely squishing sound, as my dick rubbed the accumulated spooge into his hole. "Oh god," Jay moaned. It was hard to tell if it was pleasure or pain. It was harder to tell if I cared or not. "Take it, faggot," I grunted, finally exhaling the crystal cloud. "Take my hard fucking cock." "Another one, Sir?" Tucker asked. I had handed him the pipe, and he was offering it back to me. "Why not?" I said, and took it from him. "The night is young, and we are all just getting started." Once more, Tucker dutifully held the torch under the pipe as I sucked down the thick clouds. It felt good to be getting high again. My tolerance wasn't as high as at previous times, and even the few hits I had done had gotten me flying. Aiden had mentioned that Jay was a novice, but that was hardly my concern now. The drugs were flowing through my blood, concentrating in my hard cock, pushing me forward. Another hit was going to take me to the next level, and I hoped that Jay would be able to keep up. "Think he can take it?" Tucker asked me. I gave him a sharp look. "Sir?" Tucker added quickly. This is what I loved about these parties. I was the dominant man here, and the faggots did what I told them. Outside of the penthouse, I was just another black man, subject to all petty indignities and insults. But here, I was a god among men, my status in direct correlation with the size of my black cock and the wrath with which I used it. I didn't have to ask for anything; from the finest drugs, best alcohol, and tightest holes, it was provided to me as if I were born to it. And when I fucked, I could fuck the way I wanted: without mercy or compassion. It was not making love, it was fucking, and any pleasure the bottom got was a personal affront. My lungs were full, so I nodded almost imperceptibly to Tucker. He took the cue, and pulled the torch away. "Please?" he asked, and I nodded. He took the still-smoking pipe and inhaled deeply on it. As good as Jay's hole was, it was only enough to whet my appetite. Tucker was going to be my main course, and he would need to be flying if he wanted to take what my mind was plotting out for him. I slammed my cock back into Jay, as I exhaled my hit. The young man shuddered, but he quickly controlled it and let me take advantage of his hole. "Give him the hit," I told Tucker. Jay was the appetizer; I would get him ready for the next man, and he would get me ready for Tucker. I wanted to deliver Jay tweaked out, cummed up, and broken down. It would take him some time to learn his role as a faggot, a plaything for men, but the men he would meet tonight would be excellent teachers. I exhaled my hit. The thick white cloud engulfed the three of us, and I could barely see the glow of the torch through it. Tucker knew what was coming for him, and he was getting prepared the only way he knew how. "I'm sorry," Tucker whispered to Jay. I don't think he cared if I heard. Tucker pressed his lips against Jay's and exhaled the hit into the other boy's lungs. As the drug began to hit, I could feel Jay's hole relax and open up. Of course, it just allowed me to penetrate further into him. The two faggots made out, but I didn't care. The longer Tucker kissed Jay, the longer Jay had to hold the drugs in his lung and the higher he would get. He was already starting to shake a bit; he was a novice crystal addict. "Oh fuck," I moaned, as my dick slipped deeper into the boy. It seemed impossible that I could fit that much meat into Jay, but the boy had taken all of it. I pistoned it in and out of him, pushing myself closer to the eventual release. "I'm gonna breed your faggot hole," I grunted. That piqued Jay's attention. He broke off the kiss with Tucker, turned his head and stared at me. He was still wearing his glasses. It was a small thing, but made him seem even more naked than if he were without them. "But is it safe?" he asked, as he exhaled his hit. The cloud was dense, but not dense enough for my liking. "I dunno. Are you on the pill? I've gotten two girls pregnant already," I said. "And did I tell you to exhale?" I grabbed his arm, yanked him back up, and whispered in his ear. "You're gonna do three things for me, faggot. First, you're gonna do a proper hit from the pipe and hold it for as long as I want you to. Second, you're going to let me wreck this faggot hole the way I want to. And third, you're gonna thank me properly when I breed you. You got that faggot?" "Yes," Jay said, gasping for breath as I forced my shaft into him once more. I twisted him arm a bit more. Jay yelped in pain and my cock twitched in pleasure. "Yes what, faggot?" "Yes, sir," Jay said. This time it was my turn to shiver. There was Nothing like hearing a faggot call me "Sir" to get going. "But, maybe, can you not be quite so hard?" "Fuck, faggot," I said, and slammed into him as hard as I could. "Oh god," he grunted. No one around us even looked up. The noises of men dominating other men were often loud and agonizing. Many of us found them arousing. I twisted his arm a hair more. He was starting to sweat, but he still smelled like expensive hair products. Aiden had said it was his first time at the party, and I was glad I could make it memorable. "Sir is more than enough for me," I said. I released his arm; the faggot's ass clenched again as it flopped back to his side. I loved how it hurt more when I released it than when I held it in. "Now, do a hit, and see if you still want to ask me to go slow." "Yes, Sir," he said. A bit of swagger had left his voice. The job was not fully done; that, of course, would take weeks. But I had started the process. "Yes, Sir," he repeated. He was swinging his arm slowly, bringing sensation back and finding out how badly I had pulled the muscles. "This time, I want you to do it," I turned to Tucker. "Give him the pipe and torch." Tucker handed them to Jay. As Jay stuck the pipe in his mouth, I pushed my cock all the way into him and held it there. "Make it a good hit." Tucker was a dutiful faggot, and explained how to hit the pipe to Jay. "Hold it a little further away. Let it melt. Only when the bowl has filled do you inhale." I forced myself not to pull out and slam back into him, but it was difficult to restrain myself. Right in front of me, a boy was turning into faggot, and it was my dick that was doing the conversion. Jay was a good student, and it didn't take long before his lungs were just as full of crystal as his ass was with my cock. "Your turn," I said to Tucker. He smiled, and took the pipe from Tucker. As Tucker hit the pipe, I grabbed Jay's waist with one hand and wrapped my other hand around his mouth and nose. He started to struggle, but I held on tight. I pulled his head back, and rested my chin on his shoulder. "Listen, faggot," I whispered into his ear. He nodded. "You are here for men like me. Your mouth, to suck cock. Your ass, to take cock. Your lungs, filled with tina. Your little faggot dick, not my problem. I reached around and slapped his balls. I felt his ass tighten in pain. "Fuck yeah, faggot," I said. "That feels good. Fucking good. You wanna do that again?" He shook his head back and forth, but it was pointless. "Doesn't matter what you want. It's about what I want." I slapped his balls again, this time harder. His body jerked but it only served to impale him on my cock. "Fuck faggot. You want a real man's cock, don't you?" Jay nodded. There was no enthusiasm, nor any fear in his motions. The tina was clouding his mind, and I wasn't helping it with my hand over his mouth and nose. He was starting to shake a bit, but it was hard to tell if that was the crystal hitting him, or his body beginning to black out. Not that it mattered. His ass was tight and warm around my cock, and I could feel the other loads of semen squishing around inside of the boy. If I knew Aiden, by the end of the night, Jay was going to be dripping sperm. "You want my load, don't you?" I asked. Jay nodded again. It was weaker than even just a few seconds ago. He reached up and tried to pry my hand from his face. "Mmmlease?" he managed to get out, wasting a bit of precious air. "When it's time," I said. His body was now definitely shaking, and the clenching and relaxing of the muscles was not just limited to his legs and arms. His anus was one extended, exquisite muscle spasm. He was milking my load, and I was struggling not to erupt inside of him. "When it's time, you're gonna get it. Big, thick load of my sperm." My dick was throbbing, and it was all I could do to keep from cumming. But I wanted to prolong the pleasure. It wasn't time to seed his hole. Instead, I released my grip on Jay's mouth and toned down my intense pounding of his hole. I felt his desperate gasps for air, even as both he and Tucker both exhaled their thick clouds of crystal. I kept Only the head of my dick inside of him, waiting for the crystal rush to hit. "Not yet time for me, faggot. Gonna enjoy this hole a bit more," I said, slowly going in and out in short, careful strokes. I could do this all night. I would do this all night. All the things I couldn't do with women, with my wife, I could do to the hapless boys at Edward's party. Destroying a hot, tight asshole. Blowing giant clouds of crystal meth. Choking a boy until he passed out. Breeding a man with my seed. The night was young, and I had hardly begun. The slut took a deep breath in, and I felt his hole relax. The hit of crystal was finally taking effect. It began at the center of his body, his young, nearly virgin asshole, and radiated out across his wiry frame. But I didn't care about his body. It was his ass that I was focused on. I slammed my shaft into him. He gasped, exhaled, and whimpered. Deep in his guts, my dick trembled and some pre-cum leaked out. "Hand me that pipe," I told Tucker. It was going to be a fucking good night and it was time for another hit. The young man handed me the pipe. I held it up. Leo had packed it well, and there was still a nice pool of tina at the base of the bowl. I took the torch and began to melt it, carefully rotating the pipe to keep the drugs from burning. It didn't take long for the drugs to melt and the bowl to fill. I inhaled the thick clouds, letting them fill my body. The drugs would push me to a state of mind few had ever seen, one where the darkness took over, and I existed in a perfect balance between happiness and regret, pleasure and anger, love and hate. "That's a big one," Tucker said admiringly, as I continued to suck on the glass pipe. Jay craned his head back, trying to watch, but Tucker did his best to hold it in place. "He's doing it for you," he whispered to Jay. "I know," Jay said. My dick quivered again, and another drip of pre-cum landed in the boy's hole. I was going to have to do another hit after this. I only knew one way to enjoy this boy's hole, and it was full-out, balls-to-the-walls, no-holds-barred manfucking. If I was to do it properly, I needed to be totally fucked up. I held the hit for three deep strokes into Jay. It felt like hours, as each fat, hard inch plunged into the boy's hole. I could feel the cum he had already collected slip past my cockhead, lubricating it on its mission deep into the boy's body. My own cock was now dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into the boy, further marking him as the playthings of a true alpha. "Do another one," Tucker said. "Jay deserves it. You deserve it." I exhaled. "I think I will," I said. I had already decided. But with Tucker's urgings, the majesty and mystery of Jay's hole, and the perfection of my erection, I decided to make it a hit for the ages. I exhaled a few more times as I re-heated the bowl. I needed to make sure my lungs were as empty as possible. When the bowl began to smoke, I stuck it back in my mouth, and inhaled slowly. I wanted it to be only drugs, no oxygen. I wanted my brain to stop and my dick to take over my actions. As the air powered my body, the tina powered my dick. As I inhaled, my hips went on auto-pilot and started to thrust against Jay's ass. It forced my cock into his body, causing both of us to gasp, me in pleasure, the boy in surprise. I didn't care. I was in the zone, smoking some amazing crystal, and fucking tight, fresh hole. This was the life. The only care for me was pleasure, and I had all I could handle. It took a while, but my lungs filled with the thick cloud. Just before, I let the torch go out, and I sucked down the last few bits of cloud before the bowl also cooled. This time, I held the hit for six hits. It was twice as long for a hit that felt twice as good. It was enough to power me through the night and well in the next day. I just hoped that Edward and Aiden had found a few heavy-duty bottoms for me to enjoy next. Jay's gasps made it clear he wasn't used to the only kind of fuck I knew. "Take my cock, faggot," I said, slamming it into him a seventh time as I exhaled. The cloud engulfed the two bottoms. "How does it feel?" Tucker asked Jay, their two heads still lost in the clouds. "Like I'm being split in two," the other bottom responded. "That's how a fuck is supposed to feel," Tucker said. "Fucking hard as steel." Jay gasped as I pushed in a little deeper. But at the same time, he pressed his ass back against me. He was hungry. He had just discovered dick, and he had the hunger of man tasting happiness for the first time. "So fucking big, too." "But you're taking him," Tucker said. The cloud had cleared, and the two boys were holding on to each other, Tucker helping Jay take every forceful shove of my shaft. "You're taking every inch of him." "And he hasn't passed out yet," I said. "Unlike some boys." Tucker grimaced, remembering the last time we had played. He had begged me to stop, before he passed out. I stopped long enough to give him a booty bump. He woke up just as the drugs hit, and just as I slammed into him hard. I wondered if, in that drug-addled, sleep-high moment, if he thought he had woken up in heaven or hell. Another grunt from Jay ripped me back to the present. My balls were pressed against his ass and my dick was dripping. I was getting close. Almost closer than I wanted, because I wanted to leave a mark. In the morning, when Jay stumbled home, I wanted him aware of every millimeter of his ass. I wanted him to remember me as the one who really opened him up. "Feeling good?" Tucker asked me. He was holding Jay in his arms, the boy's head against his chest. I noticed the boy was still wearing his glasses. They gave him a slightly nerdish look, and I felt like the prototypical school yard bully. The feeling was pure power. There was no uncertainty if Jay was going to submit; he had already done it. There was no uncertainty if I was going to dominate; my dick was already in his ass. "Fuck yeah. Helping take this faggot's cherry." "He's gonna feel it in the morning." "That's what a faggot is for," I said, slamming my thick black dick into the young man's tight hole. The boy was sweating, but whether from the drugs or the fuck, I neither could tell nor cared to know. "To take a man's cock. And to take his cum." "That's the spirit," a new voice said. I turned, and Aiden had come up. He was standing, watching our little tableau. "That's what I hope from Jay. An eager cumwhore." Aiden ran his hand over Jay's back, his path traced out in the sweat on the boy's back. He ran his hand through the boy's curly brown hair. "How's my boy? Doing good, right?" Jay shook his head side to side. "No?" Aiden asked. "What's up?" "Head's spinning," Jay managed to stammer out. "Ass hurts." It wasn't clear he could keep a thought any longer than those four words. "And you?" Aiden asked, turning to me. "How's that hole?" "A little tight at first." "But now?" "Just right." "Good to hear. And he's been good?" "Fucking amazing. Didn't pass out like Tucker. Or, rather, hasn't passed out yet," I said. I smiled at Tucker. His expression was grim. He already knew that he was the backup plan. Although, with the way my cock was feeling, Jay was merely the appetizer before Tucker's hole turned into my main course. "Well, you can't have everything." "Nah. But it's all good." "Yeah. You gonna cum in his hole?" Aiden asked me. "Hell yeah," I said. I slammed my dick into him. Aiden's question had made me acutely aware of the tingle at the tip of my cock. It was my precum flowing into the boy. It was my dick throbbing in anticipation of release. It was me making sure Jay knew he was my bottom. "Fucking getting close," I grunted. "That's what I want to hear," Aiden said. "Let the animal take over." Unfortunately for Jay, the animal had already taken over. I was just watching, letting the primeval part of my brain do the basest act of fucking. "Give him your load." "You're going to get it," Tucker said. "Lucky," he mouthed. He had still not had the pleasure of my cum, since the last time, his punishment for passing out was that he didn't get the pleasure of my orgasm. I had jerked off, as he gingerly touched his hole while feverishly jerking his own dick. He had begged me for my load, but I made him watch as I ate it myself. "I know," Jay said, barely aware of the drama he was starting. "You want it?" Tucker asked Jay. He was talking to Jay, but he was staring right at me. The expression was very familiar. It was a look of hunger and need. He was distraught, that it was Jay who was getting fucked. He needed a dick slamming into his hole and filling him with cum. "Yeah," Jay said. It was only a single word, but he was just like Tucker. Released by the crystal he had done, his hunger for cock and cum had overwhelmed him, and he had no ability to hide his wanton desire. "Let Damon know it," Tucker said. "Beg him for it." If I didn't know how Tucker had begged for dick, I could almost hear a dominant top. "I fucking love that," I said. "Beg for my load, faggot." "Please, you gotta give it to me. Cum in me. Fucking give it to me." Aiden wrapped his arm around me. It was a little too familiar, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. My cock was doing all of my thinking, and Aiden's touch only pushed me closer to the edge. "Cum in him," he whispered into my ear. "Cum in his ass." I remembered the first time another man had said that to me. I remembered how I was balls-deep in him. I remembered how it felt to be inside of him raw, to be dripping my pre-cum into him. Unlike so many women, he didn't tell me to pull out. "Oh fuck," I grunted, and slammed my cock into Jay. "Oh yeah," Aiden said. He had seen me cum enough times to know my tells. "Fucking load him up." "OH FUCK," I grunted again. My balls were tight against my body, and the barest move of my dick sent waves of pleasure up and down my shaft. "OH HELL YEAH." I didn't care that I was surrounded by many other men. My goal here was to get off, and I was going to get off the way I wanted. "GOD DAMN," I grunted, as my dick throbbed and pulsed. "TAKE IT," I roared, the spurt of cum shooting down the length of my shaft and directly into Jay's helpless ass. Before I could even get over the pleasure of the first spurt, another jet of white-hot semen inoculated the boy's hole. "FUCKING TAKE IT," I grunted. "Give it to him," Aiden said. I could barely understand the words, but I knew exactly what he was telling me to do. I pulled out my dick a few inches, then pressed it back in. Jay's hole was noticeably better lubricated from my sperm. That only served to milk out two more volleys of seed, further loading up the young man's tight hole. "Make his first night taking dick a night for him to remember." "Oh fuck yeah," I said. "Fucking filling him up with cum." My hips were still pushing in and out, even as my dick became incredibly sensitive to each movement. "He came in you," Tucker said. He wanted a load. The jealousy was painful to hear. I couldn't stand still carefully enough. Each tiny bit of movement brought the most agonizing pleasure. Even though I had just cum, my balls were still swollen. I wanted to shoot again, and I knew that Tucker was going to be the perfect victim for the drug-fueled, depraved second fuck of the night.

I most likely got my tranny ass knocked up by a BBC. A very high percentage of the men I was with while chasing were black. While I do not know for sure......I really think that I do know the night I got POZZED. I was fully femmed up and he was the first guy to "prep" my ass with a brush and we shared a point a couple times as well. A couple weeks later---fuck flu. I am glad the dude in the story got converted. Being a POZ tranny is my dream cum true. And as a tip for all the "wanna-be" chasers out there.....do some research on HIV infection demographics. If you are going hunting...go where the game is.

Must be a law of nature. I was curious about crossdressing and would go to bars with panties and bra under my clothes just for the thrill. Well that got me into trouble. I was in a dive bar in Denver and was approached by a big black guy. He was nice, bought me a few drinks and we talked. I let it slip that I was wearing panties and it must have suggested something to him. I woke up on a bed in what I assume was a seedy hotel being raped by some black man I'd never seen, and four others watching. I must have been raped a few times by then because my hole was numb. He dumped his load and another started in on me, while another forced his huge black cock into my mouth. I was terrified and humiliated at what was happening, all because I liked to wear panties. Well this went on for hours, they shot me up with what I think was heroin, and after that I drifted in and out of consciousness. This all started on a Friday night, I woke up behind a dumpster in an alley on sunday morning with just my bra on, being raped by some crack head. I was able to get a pair of filthy pants and a t shirt but had to suck another bums cock for it. Made it home. I was scared to death for weeks about maybeing having gotten AIDS, but fantasized continuously about being used like that again. After a few months I got tested, yep, POZ. I now go to arcades and theatres dressed like a slut and suck any cock I can and love it. When they want to fuck me, I tell them I'm poz. Surprised by how many don't care and still BB me. The law of nature? That when a Black Man rapes a white boy, he turns into a faggot whore.

That pussy needs my cock inside it ..........followed by several others!!!!!! Very horny

That kind of age difference seems to be personal preference apparently. The only thing that irks me is seeing ads where the guys set arbitrary age limit such as "18 to 24" or "nobody over 40", as if sex ends at whatever age specified. I understand that who you're attracted to or why is personal, but I fail to understand why some guys willingly limit themselves and miss out on what might likely be a mind-blowing experience based on some number. As for myself I'm definitely older but I've made some younger dudes that took a chance on meeting "the old guy" curl their toes with my oral skills.

Chapter VII I finally decided I had been gone long enough, had just checked time and found I had been gone from the room for over an hour now. I still had no idea what the hell I should do and was so confused about my feelings. Never even had thought about cheating on my wife and now had and with a guy and then found out he was HIV positive to boot. Not only that but then after finding out, had let him fuck me several times last night. What the hell was I thinking. It had felt amazing with his huge cock, but hell, I always considered myself completely straight and now this. OMG I just could not get my head around it at all, yet. I had left Steve, the hitcher I had picked up, back in my motel room where he had been looking over something or other on his laptop. I headed back there with still no idea what to do. I was to be here for about two weeks and had asked him to stay in the heat of our sex play. Do I let him stay now or not. I decided on the way back that I would leave that up to him as I could not go back on my word to let him stay. Needed a lot of talk with him anyway. Only a small talk with him before but I really needed to talk to him now about what had happened. What if I did become poz now? How could I explain that to my wife. The decisions were beyond me still at this time. As I got to the motel and started down the hall to my room, it looked like a guy was at the door there. I got nearer as the door opened and the guy entered and I found it had been my room. Who was this now? Strange. I used my card and opened the door and walked in to find Steve and the new guy hugging and kissing each other. What is this? Steve all at once noticed me and broke free. He told me, hey, look what I found online a bit ago. It turned out to be an old friend who had been driving through town. He hoped it was ok that he had invited him to stop by and say hi. I told him it was no big thing. He introduced us then and his friends name was Justin and Justin said he was glad to meet me and wondered if my name fit me well, Randy. I told him it did at times and we all had a laugh at that. Turned out they had met one other time when Steve was hitching through his town and they had hit it off really well then too. I didn't press the matter on that though. They both then sat down on the end of the beds and I sat in a chair facing them. They were talking and trying to catch up on things since last meeting which turned out to be almost a year before. Turned out most of their catching up had to do with who they had been doing. I listened and at times added my own comments or questions. It kind of then turned towards them both being poz then. I was kind of startled at that but for some reason found it exciting hearing about their 'escapades' in doing other neg guys. After a bit I noticed that my cock had started to get hard listening to them and kind of had to adjust my seating to kind of take some pressure off. As I was doing that my eyes were drawn downward and that is when I noticed something else I had not been aware of. Both Steve and Justin were wearing kind of short shorts and t-shirts and Steve was barefoot while Justin had on sandals. It looked like that is all they had on too. I noticed that Steve's cock was, although not completely hard, was snaked down the leg of his shorts at an angle and the head of it was just barely showing out the leg hole. I immediately turned my head and found my eyes locked on a large bulge in Justins shorts too. Didn't seem to be quite as big as Steve's monster but did look pretty big and basically also looked to be practically hard as it could get and threatening to pop out the top of his shorts. I still found this somewhat disturbing and immediately turned my head to look out the window to try and calm down my thoughts. It dawned on me that Steve was saying how that kind of caught them up to now and Justin asking what brought him here. Steve was telling him how he had started out on another hitchhiking trip and it had started to rain and about me almost hitting him and picking him up and bringing him here. I caught myself blushing then as Steve told Justin about us playing some strip poker last night and then about him and I having sex. He also told him it had been my first time ever with a guy and he had been the lucky one to pop my ass cherry. Justin got a good laugh out of that. Steve then told Justin that I was somewhat freaked out about him being poz and letting him cum in me and then letting him do me most of the night anyway. Justin laughed some more and looked at me and told me that it sure got addictive in a hurry didn't it? I had no idea what to say. They then both started to talk to me about it. They were saying and asking me about it. They wanted to know how I had liked it, how it had felt for my first ever M2M, what else did I need to know, how they both thought getting pozzed had helped them become freer and sex much better than ever. As we talked I became more comfortable. I was able to tell them how scared I was about what I had done. They both assured me that they were happy I had enjoyed it so much but also they felt how scared I was also. They said that was a natural thing and that they had both been scared when they did it, but now they thought it was the best thing ever. They had it and no longer had to worry about catching it anymore and could have sex with anyone now. I told them that was good for them, but I had thought I was straight and what would I do now after Steve was gone and then I found out I was poz. What would I do about my wife now. I was so confused. They both told me that there were straight guys who had tried gay sex and then went back to their old life and some did become poz. It would probably depend on how I handled it and if my marriage could handle it too. This talk did nothing to keep my damn cock from twitching though as the more we talked the more the thoughts came back about the night before with Steve. I could not deny that it had felt so wonderful. His huge cock pounding my hole like it had and filling me full of his toxic cum. I started to feel uncomfortable with my hard cock in my pants but didn't want to move. I also found I could not keep my eyes from roaming down to check out Steve and Justins' cocks and found that now both of them seemed to be very hard now too. Steve's was still held down my his shorts but now a good two inches of it was sticking out his pants leg and Justin's was now a good inch out of the top of his shorts. I found my eyes going down more and more and couldn't seem to help it. Then I did notice both of them grinning as my eyes came up. I asked what was so funny and they both laughed and Steve told me they both noticed I couldn't keep my eyes off of their cocks. I know my face had to redden at that but had to agree. I told them they both seemed to be well endowed for sure. Justin just stood up and pulled his t off and then dropped his shorts and kicked off his sandals and stood there naked. My mouth dropped open at this and I could not help but stare. He then told me he had about 9" and it was about as big around as Steve's cock. Steve had also stood up and took his clothes off too and his monster 12" stood straight up then. I could not seem to take a breath seeing two so magnificent cocks together like that. As I stared, Justin walked towards me till he was right in front of me and his cock pointing at me as I had leaned forward to stare at them. His cock was only about 3 inches in front of my face. I couldn't help myself as I reached for it and took it in my hand and started to stroke it. Why I was doing this I could not have said but just could not help myself. His cock was leaking precum and as I stroked it I leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth. Only the second cock ever to be in my mouth and the flavor again was great and I soon was taking as much of his cock in my mouth and into my throat as I could. As I was sucking Justin's cock I noticed Steve come up beside me and he started to pull my shirt off. It was a button up shirt so he just had to unbutton it and take it off of my arms. He then gently was pushing me forward and up off of the chair and then reaching down to undo my pants and it felt wonderful to get my cock freed. It was up hard as a rock too. Then Justin started to back up holding my head to keep his cock in my mouth. I followed bent over and Steve took my pants off of each foot as we moved and then Justin was at the bed. He started to move up onto it still holding my head and his cock buried in my mouth and I could only follow him. I found myself on all fours on the bed with Justin's cock in my mouth and then Steve behind me. Steve the spread my ass and he then bent into me and his tongue started to rim my hole. I moaned then at the pleasure. My mind was swirling again and I could not believe what I was doing, but could not seem to stop. Justin kept quietly talking to me, saying how good it felt with my mouth on his cock. how nice my body was, and did I like how it was feeling and didn't it just feel so natural to be doing this. I was finally starting to relax some as the fantastic feelings washed over me. Steve's tongue in my ass was magic almost and then I felt his fingers opening me up again and my moans of pleasure increased. After about 10 minutes of this, Steve kept his fingers in me twirling them around as he asked Justin if he wanted to switch around so he could taste this nice ass. Justin was all for it and before I barely knew it Steve pulled his fingers from my hole as Justin pulled his cock out of my mouth. I groaned, wanting my hole filled again. The emptiness now was terrible. Fortunately I had little time for it as Steve slid under me and his cock entered my mouth as Justin's tongue and then his fingers entered my ass and I was back to feeling ecstasy again. They kept up what they were doing to me for another good 10 minutes. I thought I was in heaven almost. Feelings I had never known were washing over me in huge waves. Then Justin stopped his tongue and leaning up told Steve how great and tight my hole felt and he had three fingers in me and my hole was gripping him tight and trobbing too. He then said he couldn't wait anymore. I felt Justin raise up more then and then could feel his precum slicked cock being run up and down the crack of my ass. I tensed up then remembering that he was, like Steve, poz, but they were both murmuring to me to relax and let it happen and I would love it. Just let go and enjoy. I felt Justin.s cock at my hole then and it started to enter me. First just the head entered and he held still for a moment and told Steve how tight it felt and so nice too. Then he told us he couldn't help it and in one swoop he buried his whole huge cock deep into my ass. I tried to scream but with Steve's cock in my mouth and nowhere to move to I could only groan a little. It had hurt like hell but I felt his balls hit against me as his entire length was deep in me. He held still for a bit then and just as I thought it was ok he all of a sudden pulled back till almost out with only the head of his cock still in me and rammed it home again and then kept doing it harder and harder and faster and faster. At first I could only groan in pain but as he kept it up it finally started to ease up and then the pleasure started to come back and then it was great and I found myself shoving my ass back at him as he thrust deep into me. Justin kept up a battering of my hole and I found myself slamming my ass back at him with every instroke and loving it more and more. I was sucking and slurping hard on Steve's cock in my mouth trying to get as much in my mouth and throat as possible. Justin kept it up for a good 20 minutes and then I heard him gasp and he told me to get ready he was going to cum and fill me up. I found myself tense up again knowing he was toxic like Steve but had nowhere to move and don't think I could have anyway as the excitement and feelings were too much. Then Justin threw his head back and thrust one more time in me and held still and I could feel his cock throbbing and a huge hot flood inside me as he was cumming. He groaned and ground his cock in me as he kept cumming what seemed an impossible time. He then sagged over my back and kissed the back of my neck. I was still sucking hard on Steve's magnificent cock as Justin's cock became softer and he withdrew it from my now battered ass. As he got up off of me and laid down beside us, Steve all at once pulled my head off of him and rolled me over on my back and grabbed my legs. He then pulled them apart and lifted them high over his shoulders and drove his huge cock deep into my ass with one thrust. I groaned again, but this time, since I had already been opened up by Justin it was a groan of pure pleasure. He then started to pound my hole like Justin had, long, deep, hard thrusts that doubled me up with each thrust deep into my hole. As Steve was pounding my ass I felt Justin get up some and then he was over my head and sitting on my chest. He stuck his cock in my face and as I opened my mouth stuck his still partly hard cock in my mouth. I could taste the cum on it and then other tastes that must have been my ass juices and it was all great and I sucked him back to hard as steel again. Steve was pounding away in my hole for all he was worth and then I heard what he was saying. He was telling my how tight my hole still felt to him and how silky smooth it felt, how it kept gripping his cock and almost sucking on his cock. He then started saying how Justin's load in me felt great around his cock too and he loved being able to grind Justin's toxic load into me deeper and deeper. He kept it up for a long time and then he said to get ready. He was going to fill my ass again with his positive load and turn me poz also. There would be no going back for me when he got done and he was looking over Justin's shoulder and looking me right in the eyes as he said it. It was terrifying and unimaginably hot at the same time. He then groaned and drove his cock deep again and keeping eye contact told me to take my toxic cum and I felt his cock practically explode deep in me. His cum was flooding my hole and as he did my own cock erupted and I was cumming all over my stomach and Justin's back. Then Justin told me here I cum again too as he blasted his load down my throat. We then all collapsed on the bed in a heap as nobody had enough energy then to hardly move. I could hardly breathe with the emotions of what we had just done. After a bit I got up again to go to the bathroom. Again I could not help but reach between my legs to feel the cum leaking from my ass and as I looked I saw a lot of cum in my hand and again like the night before streaks of red in it that had to be my blood, only this time it seemed to be more. I got my hand mirror out of my bad there and held it to look at my now ruined hole. I was startled at what I saw there. My hole was barely, it seemed, close and was party open and I could see there was a small tear at one edge that had a drop or two of blood on it. I stared at it for a bit and then Justin came in the room. He asked if I liked what I was looking at. I told him it looked like they had tore me some. He told me that was probably natural as the size of their cocks did that to new guys a lot. He then told me the same thing Steve had the night before that he had tried to fuck me as hard as he did to make sure I tore and got roughed up inside to get their toxic babies in me quicker and help guarantee I would become poz. I was again dumb founded by this. I could not seem to move until Justin took my hand and was murmuring softly to me as he led me back into the other room. He was saying it would all be ok, just go with the feelings and let yourself become the cum whore I should be. Let it go. I was still out of it as he took me back to the bed and then I just let go and they both fucked me again and again until late again as I got 3 loads from each of them before we all fell asleep for the night.

Pozing Rob Once my Dad and Dave had succeeded in loading me up with their poz seed, and I came down with the flu, though it was not the season for it, I knew it was now time for Rob’s conversion. Dad helped me through the sickness, (which was mercifully brief), and, in fact, had ensured it would take by filling my ass with every load he and Dave could get to cum out of their balls. After I recovered, I returned to the dorm and asked Rob if he was really sure he wanted to be Poz. “Dude, this is something that we will share for the rest of our lives. Something we can spread together and pass on. While you have been busy with your two poz daddies, I have been subtly asking around the wrestling team. Everyone in our division is either gay or bi. And not just the five of us freshman either! The two juniors, Jon and Seth, have been fucking each other since their freshman year; and sometimes they bring in a third guy to fuck with them. There are a few others in the other weight classes. Together we are gonna fuck them all, and spread our gift to all of the team. But first, you gotta give it to me. So let’s get naked, and get that poz cum in my ass!” I smiled at Rob as we both quickly stripped and jumped onto the bed we shared. I went to reach for the lube we keep on the stand, to find it missing. “Where’s the lube?” I asked. “No lube. You need to tear me up, gotta make sure it takes.” “Ok, but this might hurt.” “But it is going to be so worth it when we start sharing this around campus, buddy!” With that, I slid Rob’s legs back to expose his hole for my assault. My cock was already rock hard and had starting leaking my now toxic precum. I lined up the head with his tight hole, and looked into his eyes. I could see the want and lust in them as I quickly pushed all seven inches of my cock into his bare hole. He let out a groan of pain, and I saw the tears form at the corners of his eyes. Bu the grabbed my ass and kept pressure on it till I was firmly planted in his ass. I was purposefully rough with him for the initial fuck, drawing all the way out, then plunging quickly back in to his gaping hole. He didn’t want mercy for this fuck, and I was not going to give it to him; I was only going to give him my bug. Soon his groans of pain turned to moans of pleasure. I fucked him for as long as I could, but far too soon I felt my load building to release. A few more thrusts into his neg ass, and I was beyond the point of no return. “Here you go baby, my first poz load, and it is just for you!” With those words, I slammed my entire length into Rob and shot my first known charged load into another guy. It helped to know that he was wanting this from me as much as I was wanting to give it to him. We kissed deeply as my cock shot its charged load deep into his ass, and we kept kissing as my cock slowly deflated, but never got fully soft in his hole. Once I could, I began to fuck him again. My cock growing hard again in his ass, and my balls preparing another charged load to plant in him. We kept kissing all through the second fuck, a more gentile, loving fuck. The first fuck had already torn-up his ass, and made it receptive to the virus flowing in my cum. This fuck was for us, to cement the bond that would be forever with us. We might only be fuck buddies, but we were the best of fuck buddies, we were guys who would share DNA, who would be forever linked through a virus that we shared. All night long my cock stayed in Rob’s hole, never getting completely soft. I lost track of how many times I came in him. All I know was that when morning came, and I finally could cum no more and pulled out of him, the cum that was still on my cock was tinged pink and he was leaking slightly from all the cum in his ass. As we laid there, both basking in the glow of Rob having taken his first poz loads, we chatted a bit, and I asked “So, while I know you just took gallons of my cum, I was wondering if you would take more.” “I will keep taking your cum till I come down with the flu and am converted.” “I was thinking of not just my cum, but also maybe my Dad's cum. Since they converted me, they could help convert you too.” “You want the guys who pozzed you to also fuck me and breed me?” “Yea, I think it would be hot for us all to get together and both of us take their cocks and cum all night.” “You’d be there with me?” “Of course I would be there with you. You are my special friend, we’ll do so much together!” I said then kissed him again. When I broke the kiss he answered, saying "Let's do it." We got up, showered and got ready for classes. That afternoon I called Dad and told him I had bred Rob all night, and that he wanted both my father and Dave also to breed him. Dad was receptive to my proposal, and we scheduled the upcoming weekend for a get-together with Dad, Dave, Rob and me, during which they would fuck our brains out, just to make sure that we were both good and toxic to spread it to the other guys on the wrestling team, who, presumably, would spread it to others.

Seeding my son After about ten minutes of enjoying Tom's mouth pleasuring my cock, I pushed him down on the bed and spread his legs, dove-in and began to eat his young neg pussy, getting it wet for its first poz breeding. Tom moaned and squirmed as my tongue worked to get inside his hole, slowly opening it up for the later invasion by my cock. As his bud begins to open to my tongue, I start rubbing my thumb along the edge and slowly inserting it. Soon, I can get both thumbs in and spread out his hole. My first two fingers begin to slide in, and soon they are doing what comes natural to them. My nails begin to dig into his lining, making small tears for my bug to get into his system with. "Please, Dad," begged Tom, "get that poz cock in my cunt and give me your bug. Make me poz with the same cum that made me!" I looked into his eyes and saw the desire, the want, the need in there. Still I asked "Are you sure you want this?" "Yes, Dad, breed me with your poz cum!" I leaned down and kissed him as my cock found his hole and began to slide into his neg cunt. Soon I felt my balls hit his ass, and knew I was going to blast his hole with my poz seed even if he asked me to pull out now. I slowly began to slide my cock in and out of his cunt, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Tom moaned in pleasure as my cock pounded his hole, tearing it up more as I broke through his second ring and really started to pound him into the mattress. Since I knew he was going to be taking loads all night from Dave and me, I let my first batch of Swimmers build quicker than I normally would, so soon I felt the tingle in my balls that signaled my poz cum would soon be impregnating my son. "Last chance, son," I cautioned. "Give it to me, Dad. Plant your seed in me." "All right, here you go!" And with that I shoved all nine inches into him and let go. It was a good sized load, and Dave would soon be using it to fuck his own loads into my son to make him our son. I stayed inside till I knew all my seed was now in his ass, then I slowly withdrew. Dave was standing beside me, and as soon as I was out, he climbed onto the bed and lined-up his cock. I lay down beside Tom and we kissed as Dave's eight inch plus cut cock slid into Tom's cunt, remarking "That load feels so good in there. Your cunt will be well on its way to being infected soon," as he pounded Tom into the mattress. Tom, meanwhile, moaned in pleasure around my kiss. When Dave took-over kissing Tom, I got off the bed to retrieve a few things to help Tom's conversion. When I got back from the bathroom, Tom was writhing under Dave. I knew from watching Dave breed other boys, that he was getting close to adding his poison seed with mine in my son. As I climbed back onto the bed, I grabbed the plug from the nightstand, and just as I began to give Tom another kiss, Dave groaned "Take my dirty seed, son!" Dave stayed in Tom until his entire load was planted deep inside. While he slowly pulled out, he kissed Tom. Once his cock slipped out of Tom's cunt, I pulled my surprise from behind my back: a new hard bristle toothbrush. Tom smiled at me when he saw it, and grabbed his ankles, giving me full access to his now opened and well bred cunt. I slid the brush into him and began to vigorously brush his innards to help his lining become even more receptive to allowing the virus into his system. While brushing his hole, my cock sprang back to life. Once I was sure that the brushing had done its part of the job, I pulled the brush out, and sure enough, the bristles were a nice shade of dark pink. I showed it to Tom as I lined my hard cock up with his cunt again and sank into it. This fuck, I took my time with and varied my technique as I gave him pleasure as well as continuing to work that deadly seed into his ass lining. Tom's cock had stayed rock hard the entire time we had been fucking him, which was close to an hour now, and Tom's breathing began to change, and I realized that he was getting close to shooting his possibly last neg load. Dave noticed it too, and leaned down and took Tom's cock into his mouth. As Dave went down to Tom's balls, Tom grabbed the back of his head and kept him there as he groaned, shooting his load into Dave's mouth. The sensation of my son's ass clenching around my cock as he shot into my boyfriend's mouth caused me to go over the edge, and a few strokes later I growled too and shot my second life-changing load into his cunt. Dave rolled off, and, for the second time that afternoon, I slowly pulled out of Tom's cunt, which was most definitely destroyed. Reaching over, I grabbed the plug and slid it in, remarking "That will keep those loads in there until we can recharge and add some more." Tom leaned-up and kissed first me, and then Dave, thanking us by saying "I hope your gift takes soon. This has been exactly what I wanted." "Well, if I know our seed, in about two weeks you will be sick as a dog." We all spent the rest of that weekend fucking my son, and we all knew that when he left to go back to school on Monday morning that he was well on his way to being infected. The next few weeks Tom spent every moment he could with one or the both of us getting fucked and brushed and every other trick we could come up with to ensure that he would come down with our bug, and sure enough, a few weeks after our initial meet-up, Tom came over and felt sick from the fuck flu. Dave and I spent the weekend taking care of him and giving him more of our toxic cum. A few weeks after he was better, I sent him to the free clinic where he learned he was now carrying our strain in his system. We all went out to celebrate, and it was then that Tom told us that now that he was confirmed poz, that he wanted to spread it to the guys on his wrestling team. Dave and I offered to help if any of the guys would be up to it. He smiled at us, and said he knew a couple of guys that would like to be fucked by some hot daddies.

The stud looked down at me, “Take a hold of it.” My hand hesitated as I reached for his humungous cock, totally engorged with blood at this point. I swear it had grown another inch at least from when I measured it. I wrapped my hand around it, but my fingers just barely touched, and definitely not comfortably. It was so thick and juicy. “Stroke it,” he condescended. I began running my hand up and down the length of his cock, moist from the hot day and his yard work. “That’s how a cock is supposed to feel in your hand. Meaty, big, like mine. You enjoying that?” I couldn’t tell him. I didn’t know. All of this was so new. I knew that I didn’t want it to be happening. I was terrified of what was coming, and I was humiliated to know that I would never be able to satisfy another person as a man. There was a feeling in my stomach though, a fluttery feeling. An uncontrollable excitement at being completely robbed of my power of choice, of submitting totally to another man. There was a freedom in it, an empowerment in being able to shed the pressure and worry of measuring up. I didn’t measure up, but I could offer my holes without feeling the need to compete or prove myself. I figured that I must enjoy stroking his cock because I was still doing it and he wasn’t egging me on. With a small cursory nod I answered his question and then tried to quickly change the subject by asking, “What does the tattoo mean?” The black and red emblem that I had seen in doctors' offices and biology labs for years was right at eye level, staring me in the face. It seemed to be warning me…but of what? “I’ll tell you what,” the beast licked his lips. “When you’ve given your ass over to all of my cock; when your pussy rings have stretched and open enough so that your smooth little bubble butt is pressed up against that tattoo, I’ll tell you what it means.” I had been looking at him while he spoke, my eyes crinkling more and more with concern as he talked about the intention of putting that entire part of his anatomy into my tight pink asshole. His eyes rolled back in his head and grabbed his cock away from me, jerking it at the speed of light and growling, “Uhhhh, those little looks of fear you give me, get me so fucking hard and horny.” And with that, he squeezed his thumb down the entire ten-plus inches of his shaft and a bead of sticky fluid peaked out of the hole at the end of his penis. It formed a full pearl of pre-cum, hanging onto the opening of his cock and had soon created a drip about a half inch long dangling from the slit. “Take a taste.” “What?” I stammered, not ready for this. “Stick out your tongue and lick that juice from the end of this hole wrecker.” I just froze. “I swear to God, if you waste that drip of pre-cum and let it fall to the floor, not only will I shove your face down there to lap it up so fast and so hard that you’ll have a bloody lip, but I will stick my entire fuck stick into you dry and fuck a hole into your colon. Get licking.” And I could tell he was serious about hurting me so I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward on my knees. I pushed my tongue against the end of his bulbous head and transferred the sticky substance from his hole onto my tongue. His taste filled my mouth immediately, this sweet and salty nectar that immediately got my tiny dick harder and made me inadvertently open my thighs a bit to allow anything and anyone easier access to my back door, but also made me feel trashier and used, nothing but a worthless receptacle for a real man’s bodily fluids. But I didn’t mind feeling that way. His taste lingered in my mouth but was too weak to incite the feelings again. I reached out for his dick, trying to squeeze another dollop onto my tongue, and managed a smaller, equally delicious drop. I released his pole and moved my tongue around my mouth trying to expose my taste buds to as much of the stuff as I could. With a small laugh, my attention was brought back to the man that owned me for the afternoon just to settle a $20 pool debt. His enjoyment of my desire for the shit coming out of his dick was apparent and he smiled that smile at me. “Go ahead and suck it. Give it a good taste. Worship a real man by taking his cock where ever he wants to put it.” “I don’t know how to suck cock.” I didn’t. I was being honest. I had never done it, and he was so big. I wouldn’t do it well, I knew I wouldn’t. And I was scared about what it meant if I did. He simply said, “So you’ll learn. And you’ll learn fast. The better you are at it, the longer it is before I violate your other hole.” My ass clenched at the mention of being torn open by his oversized tool and my stomach fluttered at having it be called my “other hole.” I accepted what he said by nodding as I approached his 10 incher, slowly opening my mouth. “Open bigger than that, boy.” I stretched my mouth wider, and felt the soft velvety skin of his mushroom head push through my lips. Again, he tasted of sweat and work. Not dirty, but clean fresh sweat (Again, I would find out the difference later with some of my other clients that tasted of dirty sweat.) This man’s taste consumed me, especially when his helmet was against my soft pallet and my tongue was rubbed against by the spongy, damp skin of the steel-like shaft. “That’s a good rookie cocksucker,” he coached. “Now suck on it a bit. Pretend you wanna’ suck something from my balls through my dick like a straw.” I began giving the portion of his cock I had in my mouth some suction, doing exactly what he said by pretending that I was sucking on a straw. The taste of his pre-cum flooded my mouth again, this time more than the first drip. I felt like a whore and sucked harder. “That’s a good hole. Now bob your head a bit. Be sure to keep those teeth out of the way. Good faggot boy, pretend your mouth is a pussy and fuck yourself with my meat.” I bobbed my head just like he said, trying to take more of it, but not really getting that much of his endowment in my mouth. “Now this is important,” he schooled. “Don’t be all neat and prissy about your blow jobs. Let them get messy. Let the saliva flow, let it run out onto the cock, over your face, never swallow that shit back down. The only thing you swallow is puke if you should gag that much on it. Don’t ever fucking throw up on my dick. You train your fucking throat better than that.” I continued to bob and suck, letting the saliva building up in my mouth go where it wanted. There wasn’t enough room in my mouth for his gigantic piece and all that saliva so it began to run down the top of the 6 inches of his cock not yet in my mouth hole and all over my chin, dripping and falling down onto my sore red boy tits and my eight pack. I felt his hand run through my hair, and then his fingers entangled themselves in my tresses, reclaiming the power and control of how much cock each of my orifices would be consuming. My eyes shot up to look at him, immediately tearing and pleading with him to have mercy. Slight pain in my hair straining against my scalp signaled me to meet his pelvic thrusts with my mouth. His throbbing pole began hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag and choke. I remembered what he said so I focused on not letting myself puke. My hands reached forward to brace myself against his thighs, muscled and defined from sports and work…and I’m sure, from fucking every hole attached to a hot person. Spit was running like a waterfall down my chin and over my torso. My eyes were watering so tears were streaming down my face and snot was dripping from my nose uncontrollably. Bubbles were forming and popping all around the entrance of my mouth where his cock picked up speed in its invasion of my face. I continued to look up at him, embarrassed of all of these things, embarrassed to be emitting so many unattractive fluids all over my face, my mouth distorted by another man’s horse cock. But he would have none of that. “Forget about it, cunt, let it go. You look like such a slut. Ashamed that you have tears, snot, and spit all over your face. And all because of my cock. Just think, your girlfriend never looked like this because your dick can’t do this. She coulda’ flossed with your pathetic dick, but this is what a man can do. Reduce a pussy boy to a choking, gagging whore with red teary eyes, a runny nose, and a mouth stretched beyond recognition. So just accept it. Fucking relish the freedom of letting those juices flow, of being covered with spit and semen and piss and snot just to please another man, a real man. Come on, let it go. Let it go.” My mind was racing, but I figured that this was happening one way or the other, so I might as well listen to him. He had far more experience in this than I did. He sounded like he was trying to help me make it easier on myself, albeit a bit cruelly. So I tried. I stretched my increasingly tiring mouth even wider, tried to think of yawning in order to open my throat, and stopped trying to blink away the tears or sniffle up the snot. He immediately felt my mouth and throat give in, “That’a boy…” He really began skull fucking me, the helmet of his tool plungering in and out of my virgin throat. Everything was flowing…tears poured out of my eyes, mucus bubbled, dripped, and dried as I fought to breath through my nose, and saliva just gushed, splattered, and spilled in long strings from my chin and his cock onto my body and the floor. As I gagged, I prevented myself from throwing up, but I would cough up bile from deeper inside of me that inevitably would spill out over my chin and down my torso. I could hear the sounds of wet suction in my mouth and throat as I took him farther into my gagging orifice until suddenly, I felt his low hangers slapping against my chin. I couldn’t believe it. There was enough of his ten and half inches in my little mouth so that his balls could swing and hit my chin. “That’s a good little whore. Let me skull fuck you, you stupid little slut. You fucking cock socket.” And he just kept pushing into my mouth, invading my throat, his balls hitting my wet chin in rhythm and sending small showers of spit into the air, spraying my face and his hips. The friction and the repeated stabbing into my throat was wearing me down so in retaliation, I reached my hands around to the back of his thighs and his ass, and I don’t know what I was thinking but I pulled him into me, rooting his cock deep in my throat. I dug the fingers of my right hand into his chiseled ass and grasped his right hamstring with a wanton need, not letting him move, just keeping almost 5 inches of his dick in my esophagus. Somehow it occurred to me that I could pulse my aching throat around his cock and so I squeezed his snake with my throat to keep him satisfied with the lack of movement. I kept re-emphasizing my need to have him lodged in my gullet by forcefully caressing and kneading his leg and ass. I was being reduced to a 20 dollar whore. “Holy fuck, you are a cock lover. Look at you using your throat like a pussy trying to milk a baby out of me. You are such a dumb little fuck toy. You just love that dick, don’t you?” He waited. I couldn’t believe he wanted me to answer. I was engulfed on his cock! His hands held firm on my head and I was starting to feel a bit suffocated. “Come on, faggot, answer the question. You just love that dick, don’t you?” I pushed back on his hand, but he didn’t budge. “Ah ah ah, answer me with that cock in your throat. You can do it.” I was starting to get that panicky feeling because my limited air supply was becoming uncomfortable. I struggled and whimpered a little bit. “No you don’t. You don’t come up from that cock until you answer me and I can understand what you said. You just love that dick, don’t you?” I quickly tried to say, “Yes, Sir,” but it was completely unintelligible. I didn’t even understand it and I was the one saying it. “I couldn’t understand that,” he taunted. “Be a lot more articulate than that.” I was starting to get scared that he would never let me breathe. I mustered all my energy and said as clearly as I could, “Yes, Sir.” He released my head as he said, “That’s what I thought, bitch.” I sputtered and choked as I sucked big breaths of air in. Stroking his glistening shaft with long, smooth gestures, he circled me like a shark, collecting the slime from his tool in his hand. He grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back, my mouth instinctively flying open as the ceiling became my focal point. I felt his other hand scoop up the spit that had pooled on my body, adding to the collection from his dick. He then moved up to my face and scooped up all of the stringy saliva, bile, and snot from my cheeks and chin. Leaning over my still gaping mouth, he force fed me the goo in his hand, and then added to the cocktail by hawking up a loogey and expertly spitting it in my mouth. “Swallow it, slut.” I brought my lips together and gulped down the disgusting mixture. It certainly didn’t taste good, but my dick jumped and my ass twitched so I knew it was something that I craved. My tongue lashed out and looped around my mouth in search of any extra saliva, precum, or dried snot that I could ingest. My captor was obviously please with my submission and released my hair, continuing to circle me. Finally, he placed his forearms on the back of the couch and bent over. Somehow, even in this typically vulnerable position, he looked masculine and powerful. His hairy legs bulged and tensed as he bent his knees so that his sculpted ass was more exposed. Both of his cheeks quivered slightly, the muscles flexing in waves as he maneuvered into a comfortable position that he would be able to maintain for a while. The hair on his ass looked soft and silky, the skin beneath glistening with the same sweat that I had encountered everywhere else on this bull. A deep crevice cut through the rounded globes of his ass leading to his asshole. An asshole not like mine, not meant to have things in it. Not meant to be used by other men in lieu of jerking off. Not meant to be used as an alternative to a urinal. That’s what my pretty pink asshole was for, not his. His brown pucker stared straight at me, expectantly. It was a tight, manly starfish of an asshole lightly circled with wispy brown hair. “Don’t just look at it, faggot. Eat it.” “You haven’t showered though.” “I’m gonna’ fuckin’ beat your ass, you stupid whore. A fuck hole that I own for the afternoon shouldn’t give a shit whether I showered or not.” His mention of shit made my mind spin. What if he had pooped before I got there. I definitely didn’t want to taste THAT! He interrupted my thoughts, “You need to get your whore-ass tongue out of your slutty mouth and into my butt or I swear to God I will put things up your ass that you’ll have to go to an emergency room to get out. Don’t think I’m kidding. I once kicked a bottom out that door because I had forced him to take a baseball up his ass and he couldn’t push it out. I told him to come back when he strengthened his cunt muscles and sent him on his way.” I knew he wasn’t joking so I just mustered up my courage and smooshed my face into his ass. Fuck, was he musky. No shit smell at all, but the pungent fragrance of a truly masculine man. The way his sweat meshed with his body’s chemistry turned what could have been B.O. into something aromatic, earthy, and truly delicious. My mouth literally watered and I knew I needed to taste it as well as smell it. I inhaled deeply to have the smell strong and fresh in my nostrils as I spread his muscular cheeks with my hands, planting my open mouth on his waiting anus. “Yeah, lick it like a full service bottom should,” he encouraged. Feeling the need to enjoy as much of his musk as possible, I slobbered over his hole, crack, and glutes. I gently bit his ass, running my tongue back and forth, and then pressing it into his hole, feeling his tender unfucked insides against my exploratory tongue. Legs shaking, he growled and beat his meat as his rented property slurped and sucked his ass. I must have done this for five or ten minutes and would have been content to keep going, although the muskiness was starting to dissipate much to my disappointment. However, he had other plans. He looked back over his shoulder at me munching away on his shitter like a kid eating his favorite meal and said matter-of-factly, “Okay, now it’s time to split open your tight little cunt.” I looked up from his ass, my face slick with my own saliva that now tasted and smelled like his ass musk, scared and helpless. He just grinned.