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As many of you know, I have been chasing for over three years, and have had 2 flakes that SAID they would gift me. I have found another gifter that will be traveling to Orlando, and Im confident that he WILL be the one to share his gift with me. Like the others, we have chatted online, but somehow he feels different than the other two flakes. Some of this, he already knows, and Ive encouraged him to read this without public comment here. He has indicated that he thinks its HOT that I write about the way that I want my pozzing to happen, and see what others have to say about it. Although this is in the fiction section, it is truly my desire and hope it becomes a reality. My potential gifter is actually my dream come true. My first two potential gifters were NOT my ideal type, but I just wanted someone to impregnate me with their toxic seed. The first led me on for well over a year. He was around my age, and sounded great. Our conversations were GREAT and always got me hard. From the stories of the college bois hes infected, to his two live in lovers, and the incest between him and several of his legal age sons. I guess I should have known that it was a bit much, He always hesitated to send me a picture of his cock, but when he did, it was comparable to mine, which is nothing to brag about The second was someone older than me. Id say hes an old school leather pig. I was confident that he would be the one to gift me while he was visiting Orlando, but then all of a sudden his travel plans "changed, or so he said. The ONE good thing about hook up aps is that you can tell when someone is close. Mine indicated he was, yet he said he was elsewhere. Enough about the past, let me talk about my third potential gifter. As they say, "The third time is a charm!" Like me, he was primarily a bottom, until he was gifted, and he decided to share the gift with others. Hes not opposed to living with someone that he gifts. Although I think this is a long shot, I would LOVE to have a relationship with my gifter. Someone who would be there with me to comfort me while going through the fuk flu stages, and still be there to pump his seed into me while doing so. Someone to encourage me to spread my seed once I converted, and be with me while each of us had sex with others. He has an AMAZING cock, something which the others really didn't have. So on to how I would like our gifting session would be. My potential gifter will be traveling to Orlando and staying in a motor home while here. He said he would be able to host, and encouraged a two day stay to help insure the meeting was a success. I do have a bf, but the sex isn't great, and although we are 'OPEN' I found out he has been fooling around behind my back. Anyhow, I see myself pulling up to my gifters motor home, knocking on the door, He tells me to come in, and when I do, he is sitting there in only his jock. His cock is already rock hard, and I can see signs of pre cum on his jock, and I immediately drop to my knees, and start to worship his cock. He doesn't let me work his cock for long, and tells me good things come to those who wait. He instructs me to strip down to my jock, and sit next to him. My cock doesn't always get rock hard, but it is now, straining against my jock. He cops a quick feel, but then he tells me he wants to talk about what is about to happen. As we talk, my cock starts straining inside my jock, and I start to precum. Its with GREAT relief that he says he wants to fully inspect me, and them make me a part of him. I stand up and he buries his face in my ass, eating my hungry hole. Its not long before he slips in one, two then three fingers, telling me how much his cock is going to love my tight hole. He turns me around, and sucks my cock, and I quickly blow my load down his throat, as he tells me that will be the last negative load I ever shoot. He deep kisses me, and shares some of my load with me, but saves some to lube my ass with. He leads me over to the bed, and instructs me to get on all fours to receive my gift. I do as instructed, and he begins to tease my hole by rubbing his cock on it, and although Im sure he knows that I want his gift, he continues to ask me if Im sure. When I least expect it, he drives his poz cock in me balls to the wall. He doesn't aggressively breed me though, just slow and passionate, with occasional hard thrusts. Through prior chats, he knows that I want to be on my back as he releases his gift inside me. After 10-15 minutes, he instructs me to get on my back. I know the time is coming soon. As I roll over, he first gives me the deepest and most passionate kiss Ive ever had. He starts to thrust much harder, but yet not overly aggressively. His rhythm picks up, and I know I am about to receive his gift. He begins to get very verbal, and before he deposits his first load, he once again asks if I want to be a part of the brotherhood. Not long after I said yes, he unloads deep in me. His cock pulses like no other I have ever felt. As he shoots he tells me that I am now his. After he shoots, he keeps his cock in me until it got soft and slipped out. He then rolled me over and inserted a large plug up my ass telling me his seed needs to seep in. He then suggests that we rest, as it will be a long night of breeding. He spoons up next to me, with his cock near my ass. It wasn't long before I felt his cock getting hard again, and he removed the plug for our second breeding. This time he is more verbal and aggressive with me, which I LOVED. He first worked his fingers in me, scratching the inside of my ass to make it more likely to absorb his toxic seed, He took his fingers out of my ass, and made me suck the blood from them. Shortly after he seeds me again. This continues through the night. After the second session, he takes a sharpie that I brought along and writes "Poz loads received" on my ass as I requested, By the next morning, we were at 4. It was a long but fun night, and he suggested we have some breakfast, as the day would be even longer. We went out for breakfast, and after I suggested that we go to a local bar and see if I could receive other loads, He LOVED the idea, and said my marked ass would be a GREAT advertisement. We had a great breakfast, and then headed to a bar with an outside play area. I only took two loads there, not sure if my ass marking helped or hurt. He also took several loads while there. We somewhat gave up, and headed back to his motor home where we once again began to breed. By dinner, my load count was up to 8. Surely I was gifted by now! He made a wonderful dinner for me, sitting naked at the table with only a plug up my ass. After dinner, he asked if I was ready for a creamy desert, KNOWING that I was. After breeding, he suggests that we take a power nap, as the night was young, but would be intense. That it was. By the morning, I had 12 hash marks on my ass. The next morning, I told him I had a surprise for him. I had lined up several poz tops, telling them that my gifter MAY want to whore me out to celebrate. He LOVED the idea, and told me that he also had plans for me. He told me that he knew about my plans for a group rape, and that one of the guys that I had chatted with about the possibility was in fact someone that he had gifted, He refused to tell me who it was though. Two of the four guys that I invited actually showed up. Before they arrived, I was tied spread eagle to the bed with my ass up. Once they arrived, my gifter said he would be both the first and the last to breed me. This time was different. He fucked me with more aggression than ever. Although he was verbal before, NOTHING like this time. To him I was just a piece of meet wanting to get knocked up. And I LOVED it. My gifter was indeed the first and the last to breed me. The other two were just as aggressive as him. Using me as a random cum dump. At this point I didn't really care. If I haven't already started conversion, it would be a miracle. By the end of the day, I had 18 hash marks on my ass. One of the "guest breeders' left after 2 loads in me, but the other stayed the night. Im not sure, but guessing the one that stayed had also been knocked up by my gifter. Once confirmed poz, I guess I will know by the strain. The three of us fucked again that next morning, bringing my final load count to 21. I was plugged, and sent on my way.

Part 45 - No Doubts It was dark when they returned home exhausted from the day at Liongate, having laughed so much to all the swimming they did. Javier was so happy and excited he bounded up the stairs like a puppy who just got free run of the house, they kissed good night and went to their rooms, Ben looking back shaking his head smiling and wondering what had happened to make him this way. Franco collapsed on the sofa flicking the TV on to sit and watch an episode of Big Little Lies, he had become a fan since Nicky took them on set to watch it being filmed. Stefan came back in to the lounge grabbed a couple of sodas and sat down next to Franco in silence watching with him until the credits rolled. "She is so good" Franco said finishing his soda. Stefan nodded "It's funny watching her now I know her" he said. Franco looked at Stefan then leaned over and kissed him "What's that for?" Stefan asked smiling. Franco stood up and held out his hand to Stefan who took it and felt himself being pulled up off the sofa. Franco held on to Stefan's hand tightly and kissed him again looking him in the eye then turning he began to walk towards his room holding Stefan firmly. There was no hesitation from Stefan he felt the time was right for them to spend the night together. As they stepped in to Franco's room he closed the door looking at it for a moment hoping that he had judged things right, when he turned Stefan stood close and his arms were already pulling Franco in and wrapping around his body. Both men were hungry for the other but neither of them knew how much they really did wanted each other, their lips met and parted quickly kissing deep and with urgency, hands roaming over bodies lifting their t-shirts off and stopping their kissing to quickly discard their clothing. Standing naked kissing and walking clumsily towards the bed, Stefan fell back and Franco held on tight kissing and biting each others lips gently as he landed on top. Their arms wrapping around each other they kissed harder and deeper rolling around on the bed bodies wriggling to get closer. Franco rolled on top again and slipped downwards finding Stefan's nipple he licked and sucked briefly hearing Stefan moan. His tongue circled each nipple and began running it's way further down his body, ignoring his cock he felt the tongue work around it licking and kissing until he reached Stefan's balls. His mouth opened and sucked gingerly eliciting a squeal of joy from Stefan, slowly he worked his way up along the shaft closing his mouth around the head of Stefan's cock, tasting him for the first time he gently increased the pressure and depth of his sucking, his eyes watching as Stefan arched his back clawing at the sheets. Stefan's hands grabbed Franco's head pulling him further down getting his cock in to Franco's throat 'oh fuck' Stefan moaned several times until the cool air rushed around the his cock being released from Franco's mouth gagging leaving a string of his saliva connecting them. His legs pushed up and Franco playfully bit at his ass cheeks moving inwards until his tongue found his hole. Franco licked hard upwards and he could feel the trembling in Stefan's legs, his hands gripped the sheets moaning loudly head rolling from side to side, Stefan was in shock at his own uncontrollable aroused state never imagining that Franco would be so dominant in the bedroom. He was out of control and couldn't and didn't want Franco to stop, the tongue flickering around his hole depositing saliva before finally pushing in. Stefan raised his ass almost shooting his load in orgasm feeling the warm tongue licking and probing inside his hole. Franco had never felt urges like this with any other guy, he wanted to fuck him and he wanted to fuck him now but doing so he knew he would cum straight away. Teasingly he kissed and blew cool air over the hole feeling Stefan's legs trembling again, his kissing moved up along his inner thigh and Stefan relaxed his heart beating fast intoxicated from rush of desire speeding around his body, his legs came to rest on the bed parted by Franco's body who now leaned forward and gently bit on Stefan's lower lip tugging at him to open his mouth. Stefan slipped one hand behind Franco's neck and pulled him forward sinking his tongue in to Franco's mouth kissing him with more urgency than ever, his other hand moving around Franco's back. Franco leaned further forward pushing Stefan's legs up and around his hips. Franco stopped kissing and looked him in the eye "You know I am poz?" Stefan said looking up at him. "Yes" Franco replied positioning himself in to a perfect missionary position poised to connect their bodies and make love. Stefan struggled to push Franco up "Wait, there are condoms in the bedside draw" he said pinned under Franco. Franco looked at him "No, I want to do this properly with you" he whispered seductively kissing him again. Stefan could feel Franco's hefty piece of meat against his hole from the gentle movements Franco's hips now gesturing as his hole, gradually he was pulling his hips away and Stefan felt his cock moving. He was under no illusion that Franco was about to fuck him feeling the cock working downwards, the head was now rubbing and pressing just above his hole. He knew this was going to hurt somewhat but he still pulled Franco forward and kissed him as he felt Franco's cock finally pressing harder it slipped down a few millimetres and penetrate in to his ass swiftly. Stefan's hands gripped Franco by the shoulders partly in shock but also struggling to take his Latino cock knowing that only the head had penetrated him, he moaned and gasped catching his breath and found himself looking up in to the eyes that stared back at him. Franco slowed and showed consideration letting his cock rest and allowing Stefan to adjust, kissing his neck and moving around to his ear lobe he nibbled tantalisingly then 'Do you want me Stefan?' he whispered to him moving back towards Stefan mouth 'Of course I do' he answered arching his back feeling the cock pushing deeper in to his body, his mouth attached again to Franco's his moaning increased taking more of Franco's cock and kissing him back matching the vigour Franco was showing. Stefan found a new submissive side that would only ever surface with Franco, he relaxed wanting him to make love to him as the thrusts came slow and hard to start with allowing them both enjoy the sexual freedom and intimacy together. Franco's pent up desire for Stefan played out over the course of an hour, he quickly learnt how to control his orgasm holding his cock inside with just enough hip movement, several times nearly tipping over the edge, his body telling him to do it and his head and heart wanted to enjoy and savour this moment. His arms wrapped around Stefan's head and neck holding him close kissing him on the mouth, face and neck keeping themselves close to each other. Franco looked into Stefan's ice blue eyes even more turned on, he kissed him harder tongues twining, lips pressing and sliding. Chest to chest Franco could feel Stefan's erection against his stomach his own cock caressing deep inside Stefan's ass, he made small pleading noises in his throat. Franco began a steady rhythm of gentle rapid thrusts his mouth left to kiss and suck and nip at Stefan's neck but again his eyes were drawn to Stefan's that seemed to be smiling up at him. Stefan touched and teased, caressed and stroked until Franco's breaths came long and deep, each one an almost-moan of pleasure. Their lips pressed together and Franco felt his body go in to a transient state, pushing his hips down hard 'yes' Stefan moaned feeling the beginnings of Franco's orgasm. The moaning and grunting came from deep in his body, he felt the force of his seed being fired from his cock collapsing on top of Stefan his body quivering and jolting as each load left his cock passing in to Stefan's body. Stefan grasped tighter as Franco collapsed on top of him, feeling a whole new world of enjoyment had just opened up and having not just sex but someone who really wanted to make love to him and share the experience. His cock subjected to the constant massaging by Franco's stomach climaxed ejecting his seed between their stomachs. His body starved of this kind of affection woke and responding to gentle post orgasm thrusts from Franco his legs and arms clamped lovingly around Franco's body never wanting to let him go. Franco breathed heavily against his ear, neither of them spoke laying there in the after glow dozing from tiredness. His legs unfurled from around Franco's body falling into a slumber, his ass half full of Franco's still erect cock. Franco kissed Stefan's ear and neck fully relaxed and very happy straining to keep his eyes open, finally his eyelids lowered, his lips pressed up against Stefan's neck falling asleep as he kissed him. The lightning flashed brilliantly through the room followed by aloud clap of thunder waking them both. Stefan turned his head to face Franco who was running his hand through Stefan's short hair toying with it and stroking the side of his face. Stefan leaned forward and pressed his lips against Franco's kissing gently. "We fell asleep" Stefan said caressing Franco's back giggling. Franco gently extracted his cock from Stefan's ass "That was amazing" he said rolling on to his back. "You don't need to tell me Franco, no one has ever made love to me like that" Stefan replied looking at him. Franco smiled at him "So you want to do this again?" he asked stroking Stefan's chest. Stefan chuckled "Oh yes definitely, but not tonight my ass is a little sore from the surprise" he leaned forward and kissed Franco. Franco was drawn back to the ice blue eyes and realisation washed over him that he was really falling in love with Stefan. He found it a little embarrassing and rolled on to his opposite side, Stefan turned off the bedside light and pulled the sheet up as another flash of lightning filled the room, he cuddled up to Franco wrapping his arm over him and parking his cock between Franco's ass cheeks. Both quickly feel asleep their bodies touching as close as they could spending their first night together as new lovers. Javier was up early having had a restless night thanks largely to the storm that lasted several hours before finally moving off. Adept at making coffee now he put on the drip filter and went to sit outside watching the first rays of sun filtering through the trees, wondering how he was going to explain to Ben and Mark that he was going to the beach without them. He would be meeting Pedro at midday on the corner of St Pierre and St Cloud but felt devious if he didn't tell them since they had opened up their home to him. He stood and walked back in to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee and retrieved his phone from the sofa where he left it the previous day. He sat down again outside his thoughts interrupted when Mark appeared on the terrace. "Morning Javy" Mark said sitting opposite Javier. Javier stood up "Morning I made coffee do you want one?" he asked Mark. "Thanks yes please. What is on your mind Javy" he called out to Javier. "What makes you think that?" Javier called back from the kitchen. "You were sat out here thinking Javy" Mark replied turning his head to look at him. Jacker walked back from the kitchen "I have to go out at midday" he said handing the mug to Mark. Mark raised an eyebrow "Don't keep secrets Javy it is not how we live" he replied. Javier sat down "But if I tell you I don't want a big deal" he looked pleadingly at Mark. "Go on" Mark said sipping his coffee "but I probably all ready know" he smiled looking at Javier. "Did he say something?" Javier asked looking a little shocked. Mark chuckled "Maybe" he paused "I was asked if he could take you out today". Javier looked down at his mug "So much for privacy" he said turning the mug in his hand. Mark smiled "Javy we won't get involved but for what it's worth he confessed to liking you" he said. Javier laughed "Hold on we don't even know each other" he said cheering up. "Just be yourself Javy and don't be afraid to be open and honest with him" Mark said reassuringly. Javier smiled "We kissed yesterday" he said waiting for Mark to respond who just looked and smiled "How was it with you and Ben?" he asked. Mark smiled and touched Javier's hand "You know Ben was so scared of getting involved with me at first" he said fondly remembering. Javier looked up surprised "Really?". Mark nodded "He hadn't really come out and when I first saw him at the party I just fell in love and wanted him badly". "Was he easy?" Javier asked giggling as Mark burst out laughing. "Far from it. Took several dates and one snow storm before anything happened" Mark said finishing his coffee. Javier smiled "He did alright for himself though" he said referring to the house. Mark chuckled "He had no idea who I was, he thought I was just Angelo's friend and assistant at work". Javier looked thoughtful at him "Did you... I mean did you just not tell him about you?" he asked. Mark shook his head "Partly, Angelo was my escape from reality, I could just be Mark, hidden away". "You mean out of sight out of mind" Javier said in a understanding manner. Mark smiled "Exactly, Angelo keeps me grounded. But marrying Ben has changed all that and I knew it would". Javier laughed "Did he freak out when you told him?" Javier asked Mark laughed "I didn't, it came out at Thanksgiving his step fathers sisters did that and he called me to ask. I guess it was more shock". "So what did you do?" Javier asked keen to find out as he knew Ben's step aunties and what they were like. Mark chuckled "Drove round to his house and proposed to him there and then" he sighed "it was a massive gamble but it paid off". Javier smiled "Well it would do, he totally adores you. You know he hates people buying him things". "That I know to well, my father keeps spoiling him rotten, the BMW outside" Mark said "I told him not to". "Yes but I can see how much your parents love him" Javier said in a knowing way to Mark. Mark smiled "They love him like a son and it is more than I could hope for. They really like you as well" he said. Javier half smiled "They do?" he asked "probably out of pity" he suggested. "Not at all Javy, you are Ben's friend from Harrison that is all they know" Mark said. "Pedro seems to like working at Liongate" Javier said and was about to ask a question before Mark stopped him. "And I am not going to tell you about him, that you have to discover with him" Mark said closing the subject. Javier looked down at his mug "What if it doesn't work out though are people going to hate me?". Mark held his hand "No Javy you just need to be ready and go in open minded and open hearted". Javier stood up "More coffee?" he asked grabbing Mark's mug who nodded and waited for him to return. "Thanks" Mark said as Javier sat down again "My mother has suspected something yesterday was happening". Javier looked at him worried "Oh" was all he could say. "Don't worry she is all for this to happen" Mark's words stated clearly. Javier sighed "So if things don't work I upset your mother as well as Pedro. Flipping great". Mark laughed "Don't be silly, promise you will talk to me if you have any doubts Javy?". Javier nodded as Ben entered the kitchen clanking around pouring a coffee "Does Ben know?" he asked quietly. Mark nodded "Yes, but he won't say anything to you until you are ready". True to Mark's word Ben didn't mention anything about Pedro all morning or even asked questions when Ben came downstairs with a beach towel, the both said for him to have a nice afternoon as Javier left the house and walked up to the corner of the street. Pedro pulled up in his car and smiled when Javier got inside for the short drive down to the beach. Finding a good spot not to far from the waters edge the beach was pretty busy for a Sunday, quickly they dove in to the sea and swum around before returning to the beach. Pedro laid on his back with his hands behind his back enjoying the sun, Javier laid next to him on his stomach propped up by his elbows whilst his hands played with the sand, quietly by completely content in Pedro's company. They chatted away occasionally glancing at each other until Javier sat up on his knees complaining he was getting to much sun on his back, Pedro reached in to his ruck sack and pulled some high factor sun cream out and looked at Javier 'Can I' he asked. Javier looked around shyly and turned his back to face Pedro, squirting some cream in to his hands he began at Javier's shoulders gently rubbing the cream in with short strokes deliberately taking his time. "You have to be careful out here the sun is quite strong on the beach" Pedro said rubbing lower on Javier's back. Javier was enjoying it way to much "Yeah, thankfully your here to look after me" he replied then moaned quietly. Pedro chuckled "Are you enjoying this?" he asked as his hands slipped lower down his back. Javier nodded "You have a very gentle touch" he replied allowing his neck to drop backwards looking up at the sun. Pedro inched closer rubbing cream on Javier's neck "You are very sexy Javier" he said putting the top on the bottle. Javier turned his head realising Pedro had finished "I am?" he asked surprisingly. Pedro smiled and leaned forward kissing Javier on the lips "Yes" he said seeing Javier smile. Javier still felt the tingle on his lips "Maybe but not as sexy as you" he said mildly embarrassed laying down. Pedro laid back down and his right hand and fingers sought Javier's left hand and closed around it, he turned to his head to face Javier and smiled seeing his closed eyes and smile etched on his face feeling Javier's thumb rubbing the back of his hand. They laid there quietly both very happy, Javier's thoughts returned to debating if he could actually live here and what would his parents think about him moving to the other side of the country. One thing he did know was that the man who laid beside him holding his hands was stealing his heart so much that he wanted to kiss and hold him. His decision was already made and heart ruled over his head knowing he would make things work and had to think what he wanted not what his family perceived him to need. Javier turned on to his stomach to hide his erection from his thoughts that were beginning to stray in to the erotic realm, strange that he had never had these kind of thoughts about Brad he thought to himself. He woke a lightly started from some loud laughing not far from him on the beach, he had no idea how long he had been asleep but he found Pedro laying on his side looking at him smiling. "What?" Javier asked trying to get his bearings. "You were dreaming" Pedro replied stroking Javier's back. Javier chuckled "Did I snore or talk in my sleep?" he asked without any real concern. "Muttering but I couldn't work out if you were saying my name" Pedro said looking him in the eyes. Javier smiled somewhat shocked by this revelation "Maybe my feelings for you go way deeper than I realise". Pedro raised an eyebrow and rubbed Javier's shoulder "I hope they do". Javier leaned up and smiled at how sexy Pedro looked right now "They do". Javier moved closer and kissed Pedro on the lips quickly then smiled "Swim?". Pedro nodded jumping up and held a hand out to Javier helping him get up, they ran down to the sea and dived in. Javier swam to the shore and sat in the surf watching Pedro swimming before he swam over and joined Javier sitting in the surf. "Your spikes have all gone" Pedro said laughing and running his hand over Javier's hair. Javier shook his head "Do you like them then I was going to get my hair cut" he replied. Pedro caressed Javier's ear "Don't do that I like your spikes especially the longer ones running here". Javier laughed "My mohawk?" he asked "my parents hate it and keep threatening to cut it when I am asleep". Pedro smiled "I like it and it suits you, kind of makes you look a little rebellious" he said. "Rebellious!" Javier said giggling "there is nothing rebellious about me" he play punched Pedro on the leg. "No I can see that, but it will come in handy" Pedro replied standing up kicking water at Javier. Javier grinned "Handy for what?" he asked curious to find out what he meant. Pedro chuckled and looked at him "To hold on to and stop you getting away when I fuck you good and hard". Javier giggled and splashed water at him "Who said you were going to fuck me?" he teased looking up at him. Pedro held out his hand to pull Javier up "Well you will have to become my boyfriend first". Javier shook his head smiling as they walked back towards their towels on the beach. Pedro glanced at him a couple of times, he had never felt so close to anyone like this before and he knew Javier had turned his world upside down for all the right reasons. He was still holding back as the real threat of Javier leaving was still in the back of his mind, he didn't want to lay everything out in the open only to have it taken back shattered when Javier left. Javier stood waiting at the car putting his trainers on and watching Pedro wash and dry his feet removing the sand. He eyes were almost permanently fixed on Pedro and he just loved that he was able to watch him like this without any judgement. Pedro walked up to the car checking his phone and smiling at the message he was reading. "Ben and Mark have asked if we want to go out for dinner" Pedro said climbing in the drivers seat. Javier smiled "Does that make it our second date then already then?" he replied putting his seat belt on. Pedro looked at him "Are we dating then?" he asked waiting for Javier's response with anticipation. Javier looked at the beach in silence there was no doubt in his head "How do we do this?" he asked him. Pedro looked at Javier "I don't know Javier, I can't tell you what to do you have to decide". "I have to sort a lot of things out" Javier replied nervously at the decision he had already made. Pedro nodded and started the car "I think you know how I feel" he said fumbling around the steering wheel. Javier put his hand on Pedro's to stop him "I want to be your boyfriend" he said looking at Pedro. Pedro sighed and put his head on the steering wheel "Please don't do this unless you are serious". Javier stroked Pedro's arm "I want to stay here and be with you" he finally said it and felt the weight lifting. Pedro turned his head to look at him "What, how, when did you decide?" he asked confused. "Being with you on the beach today" Javier replied unsure what to say. Pedro sat back in his seat "Are you sure about living here?" he asked and saw Javier nodding. "Definitely. I felt something I can't describe on Friday evening when I first saw you" Javier replied. Pedro looked at him "I thought it was just me" he said smiling "You were so cute and shy". Javier looked at the beach scene and smiled "So are we going to dinner as boyfriends?". "Yes" Pedro replied straight away "hell yes" he said again. Pedro looked at Javier and pressed his lips firmly against Javier's their lips parting slightly at the pressure each exerted against the other holding short on going full on. Pedro kissed Javier again then putting the car in gear he reversed out of the parking lot and drive up through Palisades to Bel Air. Javier slightly in shock and concerned how he was going to break the news to his family, his other thought was this evening where he would be going out for dinner with his boyfriend, he grinned and smiled all the way back the Mark and Ben's house very content and excited with his decision. Pedro dropped Javier off and went home to Liongate to shower and change. Javier dressed and hair spiked walked in to his bedroom to find ben sitting on the bed looking at him with his head cocked to one side. "Shit Ben, how long have you been there?" Javier asked after the initial shock of seeing him. Ben laughed "Not long, are you going to tell me what's going on?" he asked. Javier sat down next to him "You tell me, I have no idea what I am doing" he replied nervously. Ben smiled and looked at him "Pedro's happened that's what" he said "or am I wrong?". Javier shrugged his shoulders "I can't stop looking thinking about him, we had a such a nice afternoon". Ben laid back on the bed "Is it serious, I mean is it life changing?" he asked. Javier laid back next to Ben "Is it silly to say that I think I am in love?" he said turning to face Ben. "It's a start I guess" Ben said pushing Javier with his shoulder "What about home?" he asked going all serious. Javier sat up "I have to sort that out and how I will live" Ben stopped him. "We already told you, you can live here this house has plenty of rooms" Ben said shutting the conversation down. Javier laid back down "I don't want to be in anyone's debt Ben or seek charity". It was Ben's turn to sit up "It's not like that, you have been a close friend to Ethan and me for years". "I know but" Javier was about to say but Ben stopped him again. "No further discussion Javy. You will have to appreciate it like I had to and you know me" Ben laughed. Javier turned to face him "Did it really shock you? I mean you haven't changed just nicer clothes" he asked. Ben chuckled "Fucking cheek! It did surprise me but I fell for the Mark who pestered me at the party". "Anyway I won't have that problem since we both don't have any money" Javier said laughing. Ben smiled but remained quiet and looked at Javier "What are you going to do for a job?" he eventually asked. Javier sat up and finished dressing "Don't know might do swimming pools until I find something" he replied. Ben stood up "Well you know what your doing there, you can start with ours" he laughed "10 minutes downstairs" he said. Javier nodded "Okay I will be ready" he replied watching Ben leave. Ben walked in to the master suite "Mark you ready?" he asked. "Yes" he called out coming out of the dressing room "What's the matter?" he asked looking at Ben's pensive face. Ben looked up "Oh yeah" he closed the door "You need to tell Pedro to be open with Javy about money" he said. Mark nodded "Why so concerned?" he asked "Ah, has he decided to move here?" Ben nodded. "He needs to tell him before it gets serious, Javy might react totally differently to how I did" Ben said. Mark smiled "I agree, is he hung up on money?" he asked putting his shoes on. "No far from it, his family are well off but he and Juan have always been taught earn things" Ben replied. Mark chuckled "Were all you of you brought up the same way in Harrison?" he asked standing up. Ben laughed "Why are we all the same?" he asked. Mark came over and kissed him "No but you all insist on working, that's partly why my father adores you". Ben chuckled "And there was me thinking he liked me because I was doing you" he said and Mark laughed. "In case you hadn't figured it out, that's why he is distant with Selina's husband" Mark said taking Ben's hand. Ben looked up at him "But I thought he worked?" he asked confusingly. Mark nodded and opened the bedroom door "Yes but he also expects things handed on a silver plate". "Did I behave like that at first or now?" Ben asked stopping out of concern. He shook his head "Never and no, my parents saw it as a project to try and get you to accept a gift" he laughed. Ben smiled "The BMW" he said. Mark nodded "But they were over the moon that you finally accepted a gift without question". "Hmmm. I figured there was not point refusing as I know how stubborn you are and your mother warned me" Ben said. Mark kissed him again "Yeah at least your learning" he chuckled "It will get worse as they love you very much". Ben held Mark's hand as they walked down the stairs to meet Javier, he knew that Mark wasn't joking about his parents but then he had also grown very close to them and they treated him like an equal with their own son. He also knew that Pedro had enough money now to leave and do his own thing and live very comfortably but his loyalty to the Davenports and the love they showed him meant he would never leave them. He loved his life as it was safe and secure something he never had growing up and he owed the family everything. They met Javier in the front entrance as the limo pulled up with Pedro already inside, they headed to Chateau Mamont for dinner as a special evening for Javier. Pedro seemed to be alive and very relaxed, easily holding his own at dinner but then he knew etiquette inside out and took great pleasure teaching Javier when they stopped looking in to each others eyes. Something that Ben and Mark picked up very quickly at the start of dinner, then Javier confirmed he wanted to stay in LA and see how things work out with Pedro. Mark was overjoyed hearing the news from him although he already knew, he looked at Pedro and Javier and told them that tomorrow that they should let his parents know. Javier suggested they do it in the evening since he had been invited by Mark's father to watch a soccer game. Pedro knew Mark well enough to know that by the look he gave that his parents already knew something was happening and they were okay with it. Javier kissed Pedro goodnight as he got out of the limo, his head buzzing from the evening and having seen so many famous people at the restaurant but it took him time to understand that actually the other people were more interested in their table. He sent a brief text to Juan telling him he was going to move to LA and had found and incredible person that he was head over heels for. Naturally Juan's text back was to the point saying he wanted to meet him before he moved and make sure he was suitable. Javier sat on the bed tearing up at how his brother still loved and wanted to protect him. But he knew doing this via his brother would make it all the more easier as he would say something to their parents paving the way. Javier got undressed, cleaned his teeth and climbed in to bed he wondered laying there looking up if he had made the right decision. The more he thought about it he began to comprehend that Harrison held nothing there for him apart from family and a dull job, but at least here he would have someone to love and a better lifestyle without having to be in the throws of a city like NY. Satisfied he slept a lot easier and his mind only thinking about nicer happier thoughts he had the strangest dream... He was walking through Liongate and down towards the pool area early in the morning, Pedro had finished exercising on the lawn and stretched up toward the sky, he turned to catch his eye, Javier knew something was about to begin, and it would be different. It would be dangerous and safe and sweet all at once, as only Pedro could make it. Pedro had that seductive look, that deceptively cool challenge that was his version of come-hither. A call that seemed to scare Javier just a little bit, a call he couldn’t, would never want to resist. The one outward sign of the heat Javier knew lay just on the other side of Pedro's eyes was his white teeth and sweet pink tongue sliding over his lower lip. Pedro came closer, stopped a long two strides outside Javier's reach. An outrageously, but oh-so-sweetly cruel distance, so sensual Javier's breath flooded away and left him open-mouthed and gasping. All this before even a touch. Javier rose and moved forward locked into Pedro's deep warm brown eyes, relieved and even more turned on to see that secret smile hiding behind them. Pedro gathered up Javier's spikey hair, wrapped it around his hand, and pulled Javier closer. It seemed familiar as if Pedro had done just that very thing the first time they made love, years ago. Now, as then, it swept Javier into passion he would have been hard pressed to control. They kissed, inched closer, kissed harder—tongues twining, lips pressing and sliding. Chest to chest, their hard cocks pressed together and strained against the clothing that separated them. Mouths still locked together, Javier made small, pleading noises as his lust rose and circulated through the very fibre of his being his body shaking and jolting in his unconscious state. He sat bolt upright feeling the warm liquid running down his naval, panting and breathing heavily he was still aroused by his wet dream. He took a swig of water from the bottle by his bed and walked in to the shower room and doused himself with cold water. Any doubts he had about wanting no needing Pedro were firmly diminished, he was sure the dream was a glimpse into his future and clearly Pedro was about to be part of it.

i've got a decent sized cock 7.5 on a good day, but with girth. Doesn't really matter since i'm no longer married and i'm bottom. When i was younger and comparatively inexperienced at getting fucked, there was a guy at a regular cruising spot who was enormous. The biggest cock i have ever encountered in person. i took him, but it was work. i'm guessing he had to be 11" and lots of girth, and i didn't take him with abandon, so i look back with disappoinment with myself. Now my hole has been changed and can take cocks as delivered... usually. There was one Guy who wasn't overly long, but the diameter was extraordinary. The first time, i took Him, but wasn't prepared mentally. Even though He came, i didn't feel like He had me totally. He would contact me fairly frequently and i had to overcome my fear, but honestly, i loved Him so that wasn't emotionally hard, just practically. Mostly it was about getting in, once relaxed, i'm okay, but He'd get in and start fucking before i would get relaxed. i learned to open my hole ahead of time so i could better aline with His timing. His cock was so big around that He'd always leave me in a puddle of my own prostate juices, He'd literally fuck it out of me. It was always hard work, but i came to love Him, His energy, so much that i couldn't refuse. i miss him, He's on the east coast and i on the west. i imagine if we still lived near each other, my hole would now be more fitting for Him. i wouldn't see that as a "wrecked" hole, but a fixed hole. my hole is a lot more fixed today than it was when i started out, so i want to think it's made (by Tops) to accommodate (hopefully) any cock.

The Poz Boat Dillon was going on the cruise without his bride since she left him at the altar. They had been dating since college and after Dillon’s couple years in the minors trying to make it in baseball he asked her to marry him. He felt embarrassed after she didn’t show at the ceremony. He knew he couldn’t get a refund on the cruise they had planned for a honeymoon so he went alone. Jack figured it would give him time to forget about her and reflect on his life. He spent the first day at sea alone at the pool working on his tan. That’s where he met Christopher and Jack. Christopher was the oldest of the couple at 30 he was a bit taller than Dillon coming in at 6’ 3” and weighed about 180 with dark brown hair and eyes. Jack was his younger partner just shy of 20 years, 5’ 10”, 140 pounds, with Black hair and green eyes. Both men were fit and well defined after obvious work in the gym. Jack had noticed the 25 year old as he stretched his 6’ frame out on a lounge chair in his board shorts. Jack pointed the young man out to his partner as they admired his lean, muscular body, flat 6 pack abs, smooth skin and long blond hair. Christopher commented how nice it would be to use him for a night of fun. Quickly the three men started to chat. Before too long they had made plane to hang out that evening. The sun began to dip in the sky as they went to their separate rooms to get ready for dinner and a night out. After dinner Dillon was to meet the two other men at their cabin. He found their room and knocked on the door. The door opened up by Jack wearing just a towel who told Dillon that Christopher was in the shower. Jack welcomed Dillon in the room and offered him a drink. The towel clad man fixed Dillon a drink and handed it to their guest. As Dillon sat on the queen size bed in the middle of the room Jack dropped his towel and searched through his bag for something to wear that night. Dillon tried not to stare at the young man as he searched his bag. After many years in locker rooms Dillon was accustom to other naked male bodies. Dillon was sipping on his drink as Christopher came out of the bathroom with his towel over his shoulder. He greeted their guest. Jack asked if Dillon had any thoughts what they all should do that night. Dillon was well into his drink as he began to feel a little horny. He was confused at the feeling as he began to get hard. The tent in his cargo shorts was hard to hide as a naked Christopher moved in closer. Dillon was caught off guard as the naked Christopher was close. Dillon had a friend in college that was gay. On a couple rare occasions he was in the receiving end of a nice blow job while drunk but never thought of anything more. Christopher asked Dillon again what he wanted to do that night. Jack made a comment about Dillon’s hardening cock as the two men were now on either side of their guest. Jack looked at and Christopher and gave him a wink to signal that Dillon’s drink was spiked with ample Viagra and GHB. Dillon was in a daze as he noticed both naked men standing with their cocks pointing at Dillon. Dillon was beginning to feel the G as Jack took his drink from his hand. Christopher started to unbutton Dillon’s shirt. Jack came back and began to rub the back of Dillon’s head. Dillon was lost in the G and the sensations he was receiving from the two men. Christopher made a suggestion that seemed to go right into motion. Knowing what happened to Dillon with his bride, Christopher suggested that he relax and let whatever happens between the three of them happen. With the G in his system Dillon was easy prey as Jack helped remove the rest of Dillon’s clothing. Jack got on his knees and began to suck Dillon’s hard cock. Jack was impressed with Dillon’s 8” cock as Jack thought to himself that it was too bad he wouldn’t get to use it after this suck job. While Jack worked on Dillon’s pole Christopher put the rest of the plan in motion. While out of sight of their guest he retrieved a prefilled point and moved in for the kill. When he returned to the bed he found Dillon on his back with his eyes closed while Jack was still sucking Dillon’s cock. They had Dillon right where they wanted him. Christopher sat down laying his legs across Dillon’s chest. Dillon looked up at Christopher as he looked for a good vein in Dillon’s arm and stuck the point in Dillon. Dillon looked up as Christopher registered a quick flash then emptied the slam in the unsuspecting Dillon. Dillon coughed out 3 times as Jack stood up and kissed his partner before retrieving 2 more points for themselves. The slam given to Dillon was double what the couple were about to administer to themselves. Jack handed one to Christopher as they kissed again. They each administered their own slam as Dillon was riding a strong rush. After each coughed and were ready they began to work on their new toy. Dillon was positioned on all fours as Christopher got behind him and Jack was at his head. Jack took a moment to kiss Dillon as he took a hold of his head before he sat down in front of Dillon and worked his mouth on his own hard 8” cock. While Jack was teaching Dillon to suck cock Christopher began to rim his virgin ass. As Dillon began to suck on Jack’s cock moans were escaping around Jack’s tool as Christopher’s tongue began to probe into Dillon’s hole. Jack gave Dillon instructions as Christopher readied his ass. Since Jack had just slammed he knew he’d blow a load quickly and Dillon would have his first taste of cum. Christopher looked at Jack as prepared Dillon’s hole for his own 9” cock. Jack signaled to Christopher that he was getting close. Christopher knew it was time and got on his knees behind Dillon. He positioned his cock at Dillon’s virgin hole, grabbed his hips as he pushed his way inside.’ While Christopher was invading Dillon’s ass Jack took a good hold of Dillon’s hole as he knew he was about to deliver his load in Dillon’s mouth. Jack cums fairly quickly after his first slam and he was ready to deliver his load as Christopher was sliding inside Dillon’s formerly virgin ass. The thought of Christopher taking Dillon’s virginity had him on the verge of blowing his load. As he was about to cum he told Dillon one thing, swallow bitch. Dillon felt Jack’s cock expand and then fire his cum as he swallowed without a thought. After Jack had finished cumming he held his cock in Dillon’s mouth for his to clean and help him get harder again. Christopher began to fuck away at Dillon’s tight hole as Dillon was working on Jack’s semi-hard cock. Dillon was lost still lost in the G as he Christopher was fucking him. Christopher was eager to drop his own load inside this young straight man. As the G began to wear off Dillon was growing a wear of what was happening. Jack’s cock was growing hard in his mouth as he realized that he was getting fucked at both ends. He felt the cock in his ass grow harder as Jack pulled him off his cock and kissed him. While Jack was kissing him Christopher grunted as he unloaded inside Dillon. Christopher commented, that’s one load in each end as Dillon looked back to see who was fucking him. Dillon was lost in what was going on since he felt as if he was enjoying himself the action continued. Now it was time for Jack to fuck Dillon. As Christopher slowly withdrew from inside Dillon, Jack moved to take Christopher’s place. Jack quickly slid inside Dillon as Christopher moved to Dillon’s head. Christopher sat down in front of Dillon and told Dillon to clean his cock. The G was mostly out of his system as he looked at Christopher’s cock and eased the soft tool into his mouth. Christopher ran his fingers through Dillon’s hair as Jack fucked. Since Jack had already dropped a load it would take some time before he would drop his second load. This gave him time to work Christopher’s load in deeper as the couple shared an evil grin. Dillon’s legs were getting tired as Jack fucked into him. They repositioned him on his back and Jack continued to fuck him. Dillon began to wonder how long this guy could last when Jack began to breathe a little heavier. Dillon could feel Jack’s cock begin to thicken and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. It was another 15 minutes until Jack screamed out and filled Dillon with another load. Christopher was hard and ready and took a second turn at Dillon’s ass. As Christopher teased Dillon’s hole he noticed that there was a slight pinkish to the cum that oozed out. Christopher smiled as he slid back inside Dillon. Dillon was left moaning as the couple took turns filling their chemmed up bottom. After each took several turns Christopher lay down on his back as Dillon was directed to mount Christopher’s cock. Once Dillon was down to the base Christopher pulled him in for a kiss while Jack got behind the impaled man and began to work his 8” in alongside the cock already inside. Dillon moaned out in pleasure and pain as his hole was stretched to accommodate both cocks. This fuck took the longest as both assaulted his hole as the sun began to peal through the curtains. After both men deposited their loads and withdrew their softening cocks Dillon could hear Christopher comment that after those two loads the grand total came to 9 charged loads, 5 from Christopher and 4 from Jack. Jack reminded him of the one load down Dillon’s throat. Dillon had no clue what charged load mean as he was starting to come down from his high. The couple helped Dillon back to his cabin and left him in bed to ponder his unknown future.

this story is pretty much based on a true story, - it was my first time, and we really did fall in love... sadly our paths took us different directions many years ago - and although we are still in touch, I've been without a soulmate since. At first glance you would assume I am just an average, conservative kind- of –guy, and I would tend to agree with that assumption. But after my last “ordinary” relationship with my boyfriend failed, I decided it was time to break my boring routine and try to enjoy some of the more adventurous things in life that I had always passed on. Now that I was spending my nights alone, I was relying on my computer more for sexual stimulation. Thank God there is no shortage of porn on the internet. I would surf for any hot movie that caught my eye, usually with some hot muscled jock. I’d recline back in my chair, and start to lazily play with my cock while the stud in his jockstrap got his hole licked and fingered and slowly stretched open. Buy the time his pink pucker was quivering for some dick, I would usually have a finger or two up my own ass, and my own dick would be hard as a rock and leaking drops of precum that would mix with the lube I was using to stroke my shaft. I always tried to match my speed and intensity with the hot fuck session that was on the screen, so that I would cum at the exact same time as the guy in the movie shot his load deep in the ass of the jock stud he was fucking. After my own ass finished clamping down on my fingers and the aftershocks of shooting an intense load wore off…I would clean up, shut off the computer and climb into bed …alone…and realizing that computer porn would never make up for the 'real thing'. As time went on, I noticed that my taste in movies was starting change, and those muscled jocks I had watched were now replaced with hairy muscled leather guys. I also started looking in the local chat rooms for some actual “real” connections. I felt myself being drawn to scenes that involved a lot of ass play…guys in harnesses that were stretching open the holes of other guys in slings. Soon it wasn’t just hot dicks plowing pink holes...it was dildos and fists stretching open hot hairy butts. I was mesmerized, and my ass was starting to take on a mind of its own. After years of vanilla sex, my hole was starting to get hungry for more. I bought some toys...and some poppers...and began to start mimicking what I saw in the movies . I also started popping into some of the local chat rooms, and found out there were a lot of guys online that were really heavy into the leather scene. I posted a profile, but was always to nervous about ever starting a conversation with anyone. Here I was…just an average conservative guy, who was starting to feel the pig awaken. These guys were already knee deep in the pigpen, and I knew I’d be a disappointment to them when they realized I was just a newbie. I didn’t own any leather, and I only had one jockstrap…that I used for my online photo. So one night, I was feeling especially horny, and logged into the chat room, got my toys, lube and poppers out, and settled in for another solo session. Within a few minutes I suddenly got an IM from another guy in the chat room. He was a hot hairy muscle daddy, and he introduced himself by letting me know how much he loved the photo of me in my jock. He was hot, and sexy, and I started to wish I could muster up the courage to give in and let myself go, and be the perfect pig boy he surely was looking for. After some online flirting, he invited me to come over. I was horny as hell, but scared to death, so I politely declined his invitation. I told him the truth, that I was brand new to this, and way too inexperienced to be much fun for him. He immediately replied, asking if I was into PnP. I hated to admit, I didn’t even know what that meant. Pain and Pleasure? Piss and poop? Christ..what was I getting into? He responded with a “LOL” and explained it meant party and play. Using recreational drugs to take the edge off, or enhance the pleasure. I told him I had done poppers…but never had tried anything else. He asked if I was interested in experimenting a little, and told me that he would love to be the one to introduce me to the wonderful world of Pnp Pig Sex. Wow….all of a sudden my cock became instantly hard..and I could feel my ass twitch with excitement. I didn’t know what it would be like, but suddenly I had a hot leather daddy wanting to take me under his wing, and show me all the mysterious pleasures that had become so intriguing to me. In one last effort to stall…I asked him what exactly he had in mind. He told me that I would need to come over, and that I would need to trust him. He promised to walk me thru everything once I was there and ready to play…but he didn’t want to waste time writing about it when he knew it would be more fun to experience it. He gave me some simple instructions…take a shower, clean up…and out, wear my jock, and pick up some Gatorade, or water, or whatever I wanted to drink. He promised I’d need to replenish my fluids because he was going to make sure we had a long hot sweaty night. I got directions to his place…and I was burning with excitement. I couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen! I hopped in the shower and hopped in my car and within 45 minutes, I found myself knocking on his door. He opened the door…and looked even hotter than his pictures. His head was nearly shaved with a military style buzz cut. He was shirtless, except for a leather harness, and his tribal armband tattoo. His nipples were pierced, and his hairy pecs were hard and muscular, and shadowed over his flat abs. A thick treasure trail of hair disappeared into his black leather pants and silver studded belt. He looked just like one of the guys from the movies. He immediately smiled at me...which made me feel immediately more relaxed…and he invited me into his place. As soon as I stepped inside, he reached around me to shut the door, and immediately put his arms around me to pull me in close to him. He rubbed his hands on my chest thru my t-shirt, and pressed his pelvis up against my jeans. It took me by surprise..a little, but it immediately broke the ice, and I wrapped my arms around him, and ran my hands over his muscular shoulders and arms. As my hands reached his, he took them, and smiled again, and pulled me into the entryway. “Come In, stud” he growled…get comfortable, take your clothes off, and let’s get to know each other. He led me to a room off to the side, which had all of the things that you would need to film leather porn. “Welcome to my playroom!” I was speechless, and took a long deep breath to try to slow down my heartbeat. I think he could sense my nervousness, because he pulled me close once again, kissed me, and pulled me down onto the couch. “Just relax..I promise, I will make sure you enjoy every minute of this, and if you ever want to stop…just tell me…we won’t go anywhere that you aren’t comfortable going.” We kissed again..and I was immediately turned on. He took my shirt off…pinched my nipples, rubbed my crotch…and I was instantly hard as a rock. My hands were all over him as well…and I started to let my inhibitions go. “Let me go get something to help us relax, and you get out of those jeans and shoes. I’ll be right back.” He left for a second, and came back with a little travel shaving kit. He pulled out a bag of weed, and some rolling papers, and a lighter. As I got undressed, he rolled a really thick joint, lit it, and took a hit. He held the smoke in his lungs for a very long time, and then let it escape his lungs in a low growl. “Okay…your turn…it’s just pot…and it will help take the edge off, help you relax, and get you a little horny.” I took the joint, and followed his instructions. I took a deep inhale, and worked really hard to fight the urge to cough as I felt the smoke burn inside my chest. I held it in until he told me to let it out…which seemed like 10 minutes…but was really only a few seconds I’m sure. “Good boy” he said, and rubbed my neck. He took the joint back for another hit and we both sat back on the couch and started feeling each other as we passed the joint back and forth. It wasn’t long until I was feeling the effects. It was a fuzzy, drunk kind of feeling, but it felt good, and I WAS really relaxed, and starting to get a really deep new feeling…it was horny…but a whole different kind of horny. I started to really get into our touching and kissing, and before I knew it we were done with the joint, and greedily sucking each other’s dicks in a 69 position on the couch. Next thing I knew, I felt his fingers and tongue start playing with my hole. It felt so good. I knew it was the pot…but Damn! This was awesome. I was sucking his huge dick, and moaning, and grinding my ass against his face and fingers. He spit in my ass, and started working in two of his fat long fingers. God it felt so good. “Good boy..you like that don’t you…there is a little pig in there just dying to get out isn’t there?” “Yes sir” I muffled between taking breaths from sucking his huge cock. “Nice” he moaned, and began working my hole into a frenzy. “I think you’re ready for my next surprise” he said as he reach over to his travel bag, and pulled out a tiny little baggie, with some white powder, and a tiny little silver bullet. “Coke?” I asked. “Nope, Tina" he replied. “Tina?” I repeated. “Yep. It's sort of like coke, but better for sex. You can smoke it, snort it, put it in your ass, and even inject it directly into a vein - but it goes right to your ass. And you will want more than my tongue and fingers up there.” “So, how are we doing it?” I asked. “We’ll go easy at first, just a little bump off the silver bullet…and we’ll make sure you have some time to let it kick in. You’ll probably feel a bit of a rush at first..like a jolt of caffeine, but in about 20 minutes, you will feel it start to warm up your ass, and I bet your hands won’t be able to let go of your dick." "Okay" I replied, adding “ although I think the pot has already done a pretty good job of that.” We both took a hit from the bullet, and the instant effect was just as he described. I was really starting to realize I was in very good hands. He was letting me know what to expect, before it happened, and his description was very accurate. We went back to exploring each other’s bodies, and before I knew it, my ass was tingling, and I was pulling on the head of my dick like I was pulling taffy. I was groaning a low guttural groan that I had never heard myself make before. We did another hit off the Tina bullet, and I was really starting to feel the effects. “Okay, boy. I think we’re ready for some more serious play. Your ass is really getting hot, and I want you to get in that sling, so I can open you up, and fuck you.” I hopped up so fast, I think my brain was now in my ass and following his instructions. He helped me get into the sling, and then lubed up my hole, and his cock, and I moaned in ecstasy as his beautiful thick cock slid into my hungry hole. We started out slow, and his fucking gradually grew in force and intensity. Getting fucked had never felt so good. He gave me another bump of tina, and then grabbed a bottle of poppers, and held them under my nose. “You said you have done poppers before..right?” “Yeah.” “Good…then take good hit, so I can pound your ass really hard.” I inhaled deeply, and he did the same, and no sooner had he recapped the bottle, he grabbed the sling and started pounding my ass with wild abandon. “FUCK…YEAH…” we both screamed. I was pulling on my dick as hard as I could, but noticed it wasn’t getting as hard as I usually do…but I really didn’t care. It still felt good..but it was my ass that was feeling amazing. I felt it squeezing and clamping down on my hot leather studs hard dick as he pounded my ass, and arched his back while his eyes were rolling back in his head. This was incredible. It was better than any fantasy I could imagine. He gave me another hit of poppers, and then reached under the sling and started banging the shit out of my ass….I could tell that he was about ready to cum. Between the pot, the tina, the poppers and the fucking…my head was reeling. I had never felt so turned on. I was suddenly brought back to my senses as I heard him shout and yell, and felt his hard cock slam deep in my ass as is shot the hottest, most forceful load I’d ever taken. My ass involuntarily clamped down, and made sure that every drop of cum was worked out of that amazing dick, and not a single drop was spilled. He immediately slumped forward, drops of sweat landing on my chest, and kissed me passionately and deeply. My hips were grinding involuntarily, not wanting to let his dick escape my ass as we kissed. Finally, his dick slid out, but I was still pulling on mine, soft…but sensitive. He saw my face register a bit of disappointment – both for my failure to get hard, and also for the sudden emptiness in my well fucked hole. He immediately reassured me that the soft dick was often a result of the Tina, but not to worry…all the pleasure was going to become more and more intense in my ass. He asked if I was ready to try some toys, and if I was ready to try a different way to do a hit of Tina. I must of looked a little nervous again, because he immediately kissed me again, and with his lips still pressed to mine, he whispered with a hot breath "Trust me.” And I did. Once again, he reached into his black bag. This time he pulled out a thick syringe. My eyes widened with fear, because I was not real fond of needles. “Don’t worry” he said. It’s not a needle. Just a water syringe. But it’s got dose of Tina in it, mixed with the water. I’ll squirt it into your ass, and within seconds you’ll get the effect. Just hold it in, and when I get your first toy, it should be absorbed. You'll love it..and you’ll be ready for some bigger toys than the ones you have. Cool?” “Okay…I said…you haven’t let me down yet.” He pulled the cap off the syringe, and showed me that indeed there was no needle on the end. He put a little lube on the edge of the syringe, and gently worked it into my hole. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded. “Okay…here we go.” I suddenly felt the liquid slowly start to fill my ass, and I envisioned it mixing with his load. I was suddenly hit with an amazing rush of warmth that nearly took my breath away. “See…it absorbs pretty quick. You should be flying by now.” My heartbeat suddenly picked up, and my breathing became quicker. He pulled the syringe out, pinched my nipples, and then took my hand away from my dick as he sucked my soft cocked like a vacuum. I yelled in absolute pleasure! Oh my god it felt so good. FUCK YEAH…DAMN…my ass was on fire…I needed cock bad. It felt so good. “There’s my little piggy” he smirked as he stepped away. My hand went back to my dick, and I started pinching one of my nipples as he back away. He reached over to a table and pulled away a black cloth, and revealed a table full of all kinds of dildos and sex toys in all sizes. One of them was just as big as mine at home…but they got bigger and bigger as they lined up along the table’s edge. He grabbed one, and smeared it with a generous dose of lube, and then started slowly working it into my ass. I couldn’t believe it…it was like my ass had a total mind of its own. I was no longer in control..and I suddenly felt my hole stretching open further than I’d ever been opened up before. But it felt so good. I took a deep breath, and moaned again. He got it about halfway in, and then held it in place as he reached over with his other hand to grab the bottle of poppers. I took another deep hit of the poppers, and suddenly, I was in a whole new world. My eyes rolled back in the back of my head, and then I felt my entire ass open up as that huge dildo slid right in to its giant rubber base without any pain or resistance. HOLY SHIT….It was so fucking deep …OH FUCK! I could feel that giant rubber dick deep in my guts and it felt so good! He started to work it in and out. Slowly at first, and gradually picked up speed. I got lost in the pleasure…and closed my eyes and floated in that sling as that giant dick stretched my ass. Every now and then he would touch my chest, my dick, my face, and give me occasional hits of poppers...all the while giving me deep low groans of encouragement. He soon went for a bigger toy…but I was too lost in my ecstasy to really notice. I did feel a little bit of pressure as he eased the bigger toy in, but it was soon followed with another deep hit of poppers, and I was off in my own world again, as that giant invader laid claim to my open hole. I have no idea how much time had passed, and hour…maybe two. I gradually started to feel like I was coming down, and my senses were returning to normal. I looked up…like I had just regained consciousness, and smiled at my sexy teacher. He smiled back…and we didn’t even need words at this point to share the mutual pleasure we were both feeling. He slid the toy out of my ass..and I was shocked…somewhere in my soaring high…he had upsized again to a third, even bigger toy. I never would have believed I could take something that huge…but he showed it to me from between my legs, just to prove to me that I was more pig than I realized. We laughed a bit, kissed some more, and then he grabbed my bottle of Gatorade and a towel. I was sweating profusely. Took a deep drink, toweled off a bit, and started to catch my breath. At this point I thought things were winding down. He was standing closer to the table, taking a drink of his own bottled water, so I started to sit up in the unsteady sway of the sling. “Where you going boy…you had enough?” “Oh…I thought we were winding down” I sheepishly said…immediately feeling slightly worried that I gave the wrong signal and disappointing my new leather daddy. “Well, I have one more surprise for you, if you want. I thought I’d try to take it up one more notch…that is if you want to” I couldn’t possibly imagine what he had in mind. I was absolutely in awe of what we had done so far, so if we still had one more level to go, I wasn’t sure I could take the overstimulation of my senses. “You want to really let go of your inner pig…this is the best thing there is.” He reached into his black back again, and pulled out two thin syringes with an orange cap on the end. I was puzzled, because the last syringe was much bigger, so I didn’t know if it was a smaller dose to just bring the action back up a little, or if this was something totally different. “Okay, let me tell you about this, and then you can tell me if you want to keep going or not”. This syringe has a needle. So this dose of tina will go right into a vein. It’s called “slamming.” It’s just like getting a shot at the doctor, or giving a blood sample. “That doesn’t sound too bad” I timidly replied. “Well…this will definitely take you one level higher than the booty bump. You will feel this rush in your entire body, you will immediately feel the Tina take effect, and I guarantee, you will be amazed at how fast you let go of all your inhibitions….do you still trust me?” “Yes” I answered. “Then trust me, I think you will like this a lot. I will make sure that it’s quick, painless, and I will be here to make sure you stay calm enough to truly enjoy the amazing rush.” “Okay” I said…but I might not be able to watch, I don’t do so well with needles. “No worries”, he said. “You do whatever you want. Let’s get you out of the sling though, because I want to do you first, and then I want you to go kneel down over the arm of the couch with your ass in the air. I will then do my slam, and come over and take good care of your ass while you ride the rush,. “Okay…I’m ready” He went back to his back bag one more time, pulled out a black elastic strip for a tourniquet, and 2 small white envelopes…alcohol prep pads. He came back over to me, with the syringe, pulled my arm out and looked in the crook for a vein. He quickly tapped the large vein, and then started to wrap the black elastic around my upper bicep. My vein started to bulge, and my heart was already racing with a little bit of excitement, and a lot of nerves. He opened the alcohol prep pad, and gently wiped it over the inside of my arm. I was scared to watch…but I couldn’t help it. I was fascinated. It was like my leather daddy was getting ready to give me a shot…like a nurse. It was somehow, very touching, like he was taking care of me…and all of a sudden all of my worry melted away. I kept watching as he took the orange cap off of the syringe, and exposed the tiny thin needle. He turned the syringe upside down, and flicked it on the side to knock the air bubbles out of it. He looked at me deep in my eyes, smiled again, and asked “ready?” I nodded yes. Okay..turn your head if you want. “I’m okay” I said. “I trust you”. He gently placed the tip of the needle at the edge of my vein, and I took a deep breath. He gently eased it in, with only a slight pinch, and then I felt a little pop as the needle went into the vein. I kept watching intently. He pulled back slightly on the syringe, and I saw a wispy red cloud rush into the syringe. He took the tourniquet off my arm with his other hand in a single soft pull, looked at me one more time, and said, “Here you go baby, this is gonna be intense…you might have a cough..But that’s normal…it’s the tina hitting your blood and your lungs, don’t be scared…just enjoy it.” “Okay…go for it” He slowly started to push the plunger downward, and the reddish liquid started to disappear into my vein. I immediately started to feel a tingle all over my body…like when you put your tongue on the end of a nine volt battery. The more of the slam that went in, the more I tingled...I got this warm all over rush, and my chest started to expand with a heavy breath. I felt my eyes open wide, and my ass squeezed so tight, if there had been anything in there I would have snapped it in half. The last bit of liquid in the syringe went into my arm, and then I suddenly felt the uncontrollable cough. Two coughs…and then I WAS SOARING!!! SHIT! SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!. He pulled the needle out and immediately covered the skin with the alcohol pad. He lifted my arm above my head, and then reached around the start digging at my ass with his giant meaty paws. OH GOD!! I NEED YOU IN MY ASS! “Feel good Baby?” “FUCK YEAH” OH SHIT..that’s all I could say. I started to feel my legs go week. “Go kneel over the couch, get your ass lubed up real good…I’m on my way” I staggered over, reached for the giant bottle of lube, pouring out more than I could control. I leaned over the couch and started shoving lube into my hungry hole, stretching it open, shoving fingers in, and trying to get my whole hand in. I was in ecstasy…I was finally out of control, feeling piggy as all hell, and ready for anything. I didn’t even notice my leather daddy administer his own slam, until I heard his own cries and groans of pleasure suddenly shout from behind me. “Oh, yeah….piggy….let me work that ass” “Yes sir!” He came from behind be and I saw his had come over my head; he handed me the bottle of poppers, and then reached for the giant bottle of lube. “Take a good long hit…you are about to be sent into a whole ne w world.” I took the deepest hit of poppers that I had ever taken…and I held it deep in my lungs…like the pot smoke from earlier…and suddenly I felt my entire ass just relax and open up like molten lava, and I felt my daddy’s hands working to stretch my ass open. First it was three fingers….then four…..then another mind numbing hit of poppers, and then I lost all awareness of anything…all I know is that my ass had never felt more full. I was gyrating my hips, and wagging my piggy tail like I needed to get my hungry hole filled with a buffet of anything that was in reach. I suddenly felt my ass stretch just a bit far..and then a soft pop, or suction sound. I had his whole FIST! HOLY SHIT! I WAS IN HEAVEN!! I screamed in pleasure, my daddy was yelling encouragement… and I had never been so wildly out of control. He flipped me around to the front of the couch, laid me on my back, held my feet above my head with one hand, and handed me the poppers again with the other. I took another hit…and then so did he…and I couldn’t get his fist in my ass again fast enough. I was riding his fist, and then his forearm, and then suddenly I started to let go with a *******ial spray of piss all over my chest…he grabbed my dick with his free hand, and held it up so that it sprayed all over my face, and then his. It had a bitter taste…the first time I’d ever tasted piss. “”That’s tina piss boy..It’ll keep you flying high too…but I’m not taking my hand out of your ass yet ..but when I do…it will be so I can shove my dick up your hungry hole, and piss my tina right back into you” He kept his word…he fisted me to the point of an uncontrollable orgasm…I didn’t even touch my dick..and it was still soft…but I was coming all over myself. It was mixing with the damp piss stains on my stomach. He gently pulled his fist out of my hot hungry ass, and then shoved his dick in. He looked down at me, and with an amazing softness, he stared right thru to my soul, I started to actually tear up, and cry with absolute abandon. It was the most beautifully hot and touching closeness I had ever felt to another person in my entire life. I trusted him, and he took me placed I never knew existed. And then, just as I was catching my breath, and stopping my tears…he leaned in close, whispered once again…”good pig”, and then kissed me gently on the lips….it was then that I started to feel the warm tina piss filling up my hot hungry ass…and my soul nearly left my body, and floated up to my new slamming soul mate.

So there is this guy that when I saw him first over 20 years ago, he was my 'forbidden fruit'. Let me explain: as I learned (just recently from him) the first time I laid eyes on this shaggy-haired, stereotypical California surferboy, DREAMBOY of my wet dreams, he was actually badly underaged. He managed to con his way into the club with his looks, with cunning, that gorgeous sun-kissed smile and from what I gather, his willingness to blow all the key people at the club in charge of security. Yes the owners too, at least that is what he said. At the time he was boyfriends with another long-haired, superhot blondie about his age. I would see the two of them together and avert my eyes as in "Hail Mary full of grace, don't lead me into temptation!" My one all-time crush, whom I would never be able to have... Years went by and we would chat briefly in passing, touch each other even, but either one of us being with a jealous BF or ex and lots of static... his ex became one of my best friends but he told me the hot fucker I drooled over was TROUBLE with a capital T and 'dirty' as he put it. Well, our moment came FINALLY! We hit it off like gangbusters. Fuck all the cock-blocking and acting like a fearful Adam afraid of eating the apple! Besides, that's a fairytale anyway and I'm not buying into it! Hot boy and I FINALLY got naked, talked it over. Turns out HE TOO had a crush on me. Well damn, had I only known. But here we are: Both of us are now verified and admitted barebackers and love 'nasty sex' as he likes to put it into the search bar when we have sex to internet bareback porn, Tonight, him and I will be going to a sex-party together, with the blessings of my man. It helps that my man has already fucked him good once already. Dreamboy, now all grown up and hot in a more adult way, is anxious to celebrate our rekindled crush by breeding me publicly at the sex party tonight. He is cuming over in an hour or so. We will put on our slut gear and each pop a blue pill to make sure we STRUT IN WITH BONERS! Get over the initial 'stage fright'! He wants a CROWD to witness as he cums in my ass while some random hottie I GET TO PICK will fuck him from behind! He said: "Trust me, I know how to do it! You guys stand still while I do all the thrusting!" All the fun I could have had years ago!

For a while me and my regular fuckbuddy were getting closer emotionally. We agreed to try as a couple but it n an open relationship. First three some as a couple happened yesterday. Watching me kissing and sucking a stranger and being fucked by him made my bf horny previously. So, I was curious to his reaction if he see his bf with another guy. Fifty something bearded daddy was coming. We didn’t waste our time. He started to kiss my bf while I was sucking them one after the other. Later daddy also sucked my bf, we did it together. After it I was sucking my bf and daddy was rimming me, until he helped me to sit onto my bf’s rock hard cock. He stood above my bf and gave his cock into my mouth. I sucked him hard while was riding this hard tool. Daddy pushed his cock deep into my throat. When his cock was fully covered with my saliva he went to my back and pushed his cock beside my bf’s cock. After few trying it was successful and I feel like in heaven. The first dp in my life is done. I had been eager for so long time. My double penetrating lasted quite long when I asked a small break. After it I was fucked by both our guest and my bf. In the next turn he went on to his knees and started to suck my bf. Who ordered me to lick daddy’s hole. Although he said being only top he couldn’t resist my bf’s amazing cock and rode him. While he was riding, I was sucking him, until he shot a huge load onto my face and into my mouth. My bf is so excited to watch his partner making sex with strangers that we have come to the nudist beach and he asked me to go to the cruising zone and playing with others. So I have already bred. Now he went to find someone to play without me which made me also excited. I hope, he becomes such a top bf who organises breeding parties to his love, not only letting but forcing me to bareback with others.

Never used those and beleive they should be prohibited. I do my best to train newbies into bareback only.

Obey

Technical means: Pansexual Social Simplification: Bisexual Personal Identity with Friends: Basically Gay Personal View: Gay with a side of being somewhat into girls, however love the gender spectrum more so than the "end" of cis-gendered women. How I feel I might ACTUALLY be: Gay vers top guy who would love to one day hold a man in his 30's/40's/50's in my arms, breed the shit out of him and make him laugh. For how I place myself in LGBT: I'm a cisgendered black (biracial) Pan(gay)sexual male who fluxuates from femme to masculine (Not gendered identity, just mannerisms). I have my own look, my own mannerisms, my own way of expression which expresses both my "hetrosexuality," my "homosexuality" and my "bisexuality." For most people, they see me a jokey, black shirt wearing straight Latino. When in reality, I'm a cum-guzzling top who loves being the "mom"/"dad" of the group, and make people laugh with offensive humor. While that identity is not easy to spot as a femme white twink being labeled as a "bottom sub," it's my identity, and it's my expression of my individual component of being "gay." Now I bring this up because, as you see, there are many layers to my "identity." Rather than give a long speech of who I am, I just say "Eh, I'm bi, I guess." The reason I like to do so, is because there are many facets to come into play when it comes to my sexuality and identity that may change in the mood for my perspective. Some days I feel very "gay," some days I feel very "straight." Some days I feel very "masc" and some days I feel very "femme." It all depends on the context, the person I'm with and my emotional set. Does that mean I'll wear trucker beaters, ripped jeans, bandana's and sunglasses when feeling masc? No. Does that mean I'll wear frilly outfits or revealing clothing when feeling fem? No. It's just the fluidity of how I feel, and how that changes depending on the situation. To me, that is me being comfortable with myself, and I honestly couldn't have done that without the means of being gay relieving me. "Oh thank God, I'm gay. Now, since I'm a sodomite, I can buy my pink phones, wear high heels and not even stress about it. Why? Cuz' I'm a faggot, what you expect, Hetro'?" Me being "gay" allows me to express myself in mannerisms, postures and accessories without the fear of being concerned about my "masculinity" all the time. If I were straight (which, thank God I'm not) I honestly would be a wreck. My voice is too whiney, my body is too skinny and my "ego" is smaller than a Mormon Boy's tight little hole. Face it kids, Daddy don't go for Judgy Girls, just Judgy Queens So, for me, LGBT allows my expression of oneself to have a sense of "It's okay to be you." Where I live, it's possible to be fired for your sexuality, and it's easy to be harrassed and attacked for such as well. So, for me, my identity obviously is important. So, with that, LGBT and my identity at least to me, coincides. Now, there's obviously the argument of "Why don't you just act like a man, and keep your sex life out of my business." Well, this is the heteronormative argument of "Shhhhh. Can you stop being yourself, we need to make way for the Great Straights." Which bothers me to my core, because I don't see our society ONLY wanting everyone to be masc. We like femme girls, we have a culture of straight guys getting off to girls with dicks, there's burly men who like twinks, and there's the occasional "I want someone cook me fooooooooooood, I need a wifeyyyyyyyyyyy." So, I say, why not have men present themselves in the spectrum that can be part of the gay community. We don't have to worry about "straight-dum," we're gay. Let's enjoy it. And for me, to enjoy it properly, we need to change things, accept people, and recognize the complexity of people's individuality. And that sounds so gay, it makes me wet, it makes me cum........ I hope someone got my Contrapoints joke.....

I’m big but not huge and have some friends that fall in the huge category. Sometimes they wish they were smaller believe it or not. A huge dick gets immediate attention but when it comes right down to it people shy away from anything more than the fantasy. A couple buds broke off relationships, gay and straight, because of the size impact on sex life. It was just too much. Other times the relationships were based on their cock and they were incidental. I think I’m about the perfect size. Somewhat impressive but not terrifying to most people. It’s cool to be the biggest cock in a room of average and smallish cocks. Lots of looks and attention. Yet, I’ve been turned away for “too big for me”. Just was the other night. Dude wanted it bad, loved the idea of it but would only suck, couldn’t throat it and it was a hard stop for fucking. I also have a issue with pain. It’s not my thing and the second I think I’m hurting him I’m going soft so I’m actually glad I’m not really thick or over 8 inches. Huge cocks are great for some, a fantasy for others. Size is a draw on the fuck scene but can screw relationships and not in a good way. The transition from fantasy/amazement at a huge cock to actually taking it is another story for most I think. For me, since I’m versatile, I’m a bottom who will take a pass on a huge dick too. If it was a guy I was in a relationship with I think I could learn to take it but for a fuck, nope.

I was invisible in high school, but I was out of the closet. The people I put out for didn't want to be found out so I didn't have a reputation even though I was an easy lay. I got a lot more action from guys that didn't go to my school than guys who did, but I feel good about the number of guys who went to school with me that ended up in my bed.

Haven't been DP'd yet but would love to try. Also love guys/partners who whore my hole out to be used for their own pleasure. Oink!

The extremely tall guy (200 cm/ 6 ft) came to us for a threesome repeating our adventure happened on Tuesday. He loves my boyfriend’s cock which is totally understandable. And he also loves my ass. We kissed each other he and I sucked each other and my bf. My boyfriend told me how fine this guy’s hole. So, after he (our guest) fucked me for a while, I fucked him. He was moaning because of my thick cock and he was so tight and warm, I loved to fuck him. While I was fucking him he was sucking my boyfriend. Then I pulled my cock out and helped him to sot onto my boyfriend’s cock. He was riding on it like a crazy. I was sucking his rock hard cock. When I interrupted it for a moment, I could see on his face how he enjoyed it. He was riding until he said he was close to cum. As he rode faster let his cock deeper. Till he unloaded my throat. After a short rest I began to suck my bf and he started to finger me, then licking, and finally fucking. When he pulled out, I sat onto my boyfriend’s cock. I was riding until he noticed us he wanted to ride again. His second riding was shorter bit faster and crazier till he cummed onto my boyfriend’s chest and stomach. I licked all of his cums. After it a short break came and we began to suck my boyfriend’s cock together. Then I laid between these two amazing guys. We hugged each other, were kissing with eachother. I laid back to my boyfriend, so he could push his cock into me. The guy was stroking my cock, sucking it and we were kissing while my boyfriend was fucking until he unloaded me. He kept his cock in me and continued the fuck. He turned me onto my back and fucked me toll his second load. Short break again, and we started stroking our rock hard cocks with our guest. My boyfriend announced that he was done so he was just watching us while we turned to 69. We were sucking and fingering each other. And I knew I would be fucked. But before it I wanted to unload this guy. So I turned him on his fourth and pushed my cock gentle into him. I was fucking him in this position until I cummed a big load into his hole. Then I laid back beside my boyfriend and started to kiss with him. The guy lifted my right leg up and pushed his cock i to me. He fucked me quick and hard until he unloaded me. To sum up, our guest cummed three times, my boyfriend twice, I once. Our guest was bred once, I trice. Nice afternoon

I love sucking uncut cocks. Playing with the foreskin with my tongue is pleasurable. Uncut cocks is my fetish and passion.

Grindr jackpot. I left work early since I had a meeting in Waikiki. Beautiful day in the islands. My ass was ready to enjoy the glory holes at the theater there. The one and only decent glory hole action on the island. Earlier at work, I was message by a profile. A hot local poly mix guy who seemed interested in me. He really wanted to “use my ass.” I chatted with him but didn’t really expect anything. He was 9 miles away and didn’t think it was going to cum over. I told him I would get off at 6. The picture of his dock looked like a thick one. “Are you clean?” I replied yes. “Can I cum in your ass?” Of course. My first load was a young Asian, small but did the job in fucking my hole and dumping a good size load. I easily milked his cock though the hole. My Grindr showed that my poly mix guy was near. I rush home and lied that I needed time to freshen up. I met him at my place and took him. Fucken cute and hunky muscled guy in his late 20’s. We strip and what I thought was maybe 7 thick was more like 9 1/2 thick. I could not get it all the way in my mouth. I tried and slobber over it. After a short bj to get it wet, he tells me to get on bed. Then it began and lasted way too long. At first I though it would start to feel better but it didn’t. It was so thick it was burning my hole. More lube and spit did not help. More poppers did not help. WTF I’m a pig and that did not help. And he was relentless, pinning me down and using my hole. Punching it and pulling it with his raw dick. I was being rape and could not take it. It was burning me. I thought I was being ripped. I thought I had to pee and cum at the same time. I tried to adjust but he whispered, “lay flat on the bed.” He kept using my hole what felt like eternity. I really had to go to a mental “happy place.” He smashed my face into the pillow. The guy obviously done this before and finally was about to cum. I used my last strength of ass muscle control to clench down and milk him while came. This set him in a giant roar as his flooded and bred my cunt with his fuck seed, making sure he planted his dna deep and bruising my prostrate. He used and fucked me so long. My hole was not itself and was gapping like I was just gangbanged. He left and it was the first time in years that I walked funny. Fuck I want that again.

As I mentioned, while I was writing the post my bf was on cruising. When he returned told me about his adventures. He sucked a guy, two others sucked him, with the fourth one they sucked each other, and he barebacked two other guys. This report mad me horny. To know his bare cock was in other holes. It made me so horny I sucked him as soon as it was possible. I’m a real pig, aren’t I?

*****WRITER'S NOTE: This story contains bits of cross-dressing/sissy hypno stuff. I know not everyone enjoys that sort of stuff, but its one of my kinks, and it comes out a bit here. Other than that, enjoy! If you want to see more of this tale, let me know, since I have a lot more scenes I wish to write to add to it. Also note that as this progresses, I took the wrote of 'unreliable narrator' , so as my character progresses through what you'll see happens, just note that I'm writing as he understands it. Hopefully its creative and you like the style. ***** "Bottom seeking top for fun tonight. Newish to the scene, but willing to learn and enjoy male on male fun. 6'3" 180lbs geeky build, white, 35yo, 7" if that matters. Have no hangups on race or age, though I tend to like older tops. HMU." This was the ad that I posted, on a very boring afternoon. I was horny, having split from my wife nearly a year ago. I had fantasies about sex with men, and watched a lot of porn and really got into it. I felt more at ease wanting to get fucked, even playing with toys. As much as I enjoyed fucking girls, I just didn't find fucking another guy all that interesting. But seeing a cock sliding in an ass, wishing it was me, really got my horniness up. But other than some fooling around in high school with a guy at work, I never messed with guys. I was on a4a and a couple of other sites and apps. I cruised through profiles, as I waited for someone to respond to my ad or even my various hints of attraction. After a half-hour, I got a few replies. I checked the messages and then looked at the profiles. One interested me. A black guy (which was a fantasy all to itself), in his 40s, who said he was all top, loved white bottom bois, and could host. His message was brief, just wanting to know if I might be interested and to know a bit more about me. His pics were hot, with him being bald with a little bit of a goatee. Not a lot of body hair. And what looked like a sizable 8" or more cock. My horniess got to me and I responded back, explaining "I hadn't been with a guy in ages, and that was just some mutual jerking off and sucking the guys cock. I was bi-curious, just because I had been with plenty of girls and had been married, though now divorced. I had been fantasizing about being with another man, and had been watching lots of gay porn. I saw myself as being the bottom, and wanted to try doing that with someone, especially if they could teach me the ropes. I was pretty open-minded to a lot of stuff sexually, and that I was used to playing with toys on myself. But really wanted to feel the real thing, though safety first. I'm Keith btw." A few minutes later, he responded. "CeeCee. Not sure if you like black men or not, but as your profile and ad said, you have no hangups. I really like white bottoms, and love to teach them how to enjoy sex with men, especially black men. I hope you really don't have racial hangups, cause you're cute and I can see having a lot of fun with you. I can host at my house, got toys, lube, all sorts of porn, both gay, straight, whatever. I'll teach you everything you want to learn and probably some stuff you never thought about. Just want you to have an open mind." My dick got hard reading that. I wasn't sure what all he meant, but it was exciting me. I replied back. "Definitely interested. I just need an address and a phone number. I'll start to get dressed and such." A minute later, I got his response of his address and phone number. I popped it in my phone and sent CeeCee a message. I asked if needed me to bring anything, besides my toys, lubes, condoms, and poppers. He said that was fine if I wanted, but he had everything we'd need at his place. Just to come on over. He was excited to meet me, and hoped I was too. I told him that I was, as I was rock hard and really wanting to play. He just sent back a smiley face. It took me about 30 minutes to get to his place. He had messaged me a few minutes before I got there to park on the street outside his house. His house was just a regular run of the mill house in the suburbs, with not too many neighbors, lots of trees and such blocking views from what I could tell. I quickly got out and walked up to the door. I nervously knocked and then waited. I heard him unlock the door and open it. And there he was. He was just slightly shorter than me, but very much as his profile and stats said. And was very handsome. He had just a tank top and a pair of basketball shorts on. I could slighly see his bulge through them. He greeted me with a handshake. "Keith?" "Yep, CeeCee?" I stupidly reply, shaking his hand. He ushered me into his living room, closing and locking the door behind me. "Wow, you really are cute. Yeah, gonna have some fun with for sure." CeeCee said, eyeing me up. I slightly blushed, not really used to being called cute, but this was a whole new experience for me. "Come, let's go to my bedroom, get comfortable, talk a bit, and see what happens." "Sure." I meekly said, as he directed me through his house. Down a short hallway past a bathroom, was his master bedroom. He had a large king sized bed, with the covers off it, along with a mountain it seemed of pillows. A large 50" TV was mounted across from it with some interracial gay porn playing on it. I saw bottles of lube, poppers, and toys out on a dresser by the bed. "Sit." I put my bag down near the bed, and then got on the bed. He slid in next to me, and put his hand on mine. "So, let me get this straight. You've never really been with another man, and you want to bottom? You're bi, bi-curious, been with girls, been married, now divorced?" "Yep, divorced. Been alone and well horny for almost a year now. Started watching porn to past the time, slowly going from straight to gay, and just wanted to finally experience it." "Well hopefully you'll experience a lot today. So let's just go over some stuff. I want to figure out what your limits are and to know what all you want to get into. I mean, we don't have to do anything you don't, but I'm very willing to teach you." "Sure, what do you want to know?" "Kissing, making out?" "Yes." "Sucking? Getting sucked?" "Both, though I'll be honest, its been a while since I did any sucking, and well my toys don't look as thick as yours." "No worries. Rimming, eat ass?" "I'm game to have it done to me, and I used to love doing it to several girls that let me." "Well you said you want to try bottoming, and that you don't really want to top, which works for me, I don't ever bottom to guys." "I love using my toys of myself, so wouldn't mind feeling the real thing. THough condoms." He kinda smirked a bit at the condom comment. "If you want me to use condoms, I will, but I prefer the real thing. I'm sure you barebacked plenty of girls, including your ex-wife. Trust me, its like that with guys too, even for bottoms." "Well you know, just worried about catching stuff, HIV and what not. I mean I saw on your profile that you were negative, so I trust you." He smiled a bit. "Yes, I'm negative. But just know if you're gonna put up ads and such online, you'll find not everyone tells the truth, and if you're gonna bottom, you'll run the risk regardless." "True." "Okay...let's see. How about dominant, submissive stuff? Think I could be like your master, you my little submissive fucktoy?" I kinda got hard with that last comment. It had been one of my fantasies, especially just thinking and believing that's how bottoms should be. "Yes. I'd like to try that. Though just don't be like overly mean. I hate those aggressive types that just hurt their slaves if they disobey. I want to obey you and serve you, so maybe like an even hand?" He chuckled just a bit. "Gotcha, gotcha. Cool. What about being tied up or restrained?" "SUre, I guess. I did a bit of that with my ex, kind was hot. So yeah maybe see what it's like the other way around." "I guess you're fine with any type of porn, so don't really need to go into there." "Yeah. I guess my only real limits I can think of is no scat, cause ew, maybe cbt, cause ouch, and maybe not leaving marks?" "That I can agree with. I'm glad to see you have an open mind, and well there's always lots of thing people don't think about doing sexually right away. I'll always ask, and if you don't want to try stuff, I won't force you." "Works for me." CeeCee got up from the bed. "Come, why don't you take a shower and get cleaned out, and then we'll have some fun. You do know how to clean out right?" "Yeah, I've done that before with kits and such." He ushered me into the bathroom. He got a towel out of the closet, pulled out a shaverazor and pointed to the soap in the tub. Attached to his showerhead was a long metallic hose. "Okay, cool. Well this is a showershot. It'll really clean you out, but be careful with it. Just turn the water pressure low using that nozzle, and also cool the water down, don't want it too hot. So do you mind shaving your cock, balls, and ass? I like my pretty bois to be smooth." I laughed. "I actually tend to shave it anyways, but couldn't hurt to make sure it's fully done." He laughed with it too. "Good, good. Oh yeah, lots of fun we're gonna have. Okay Keith, take all the time you need, and make sure you clean up afterwards for me, okay?" "Will do." I started to strip as he went to the door. As I got fully naked, I saw him checking me out with a grin on his face, before he shut the door. It took a bit to get used to the showershot, and once it was done and I felt I was cleaned out, I shaved as CeeCee instructed. He had a bigger tub and shower than I did, so I was able to reach a lot of places better. I then finished my shower, dried off, and made sure the tub was cleaned. I saw he had some mouthwash, so I did a quick swig. I was definitely horny to try kissing a guy. I put my clothes back on and went to his bedroom. He was laying on his bed, propped up by the mountain of pillows. He had taken off his tank top, and was showing a very smooth chest. He had also taken off his short and was wearing a very constraining pair of briefs. The outline of his cock was very visible, and definitely made me drool a bit just thinking about what I was about to start playing with. He smiled as he saw me enter. "Feel better?" He pointed to my bag. "Go ahead and strip down. If you want to be naked, you can. Up to you?" I blushed a bit, but did as asked. I made it a point to bend over as I pulled off my boxers. He could hear him slightly whistle, and it made me smile. I then crawled into bed next to him, feeling slightly nervous but excited. CeeCee put his hand on my hand. "So, let's just be clear on things. I think you're very cute and I definitely want to have some fun with you. I love that you want to be submissive, as I love dominating white bois. And the fact that you are inexperienced is icing on the cake. Cause I have such wonders to introduce you to. First, no means no if I ask you twice, got it? Second, if you're going to be my sub, are you willing to do whatever I ask or order of you, barring saying no if I ask twice?" I leaned a bit back, thought about it, and then agreed. "I'm fine with that. I feel that's my place, to be a submissive bottom boi for a hot dominant top. I'm willing to do what you want, and if I'm not comfortable, I'll say it." CeeCee smiled. "I just want to be clear about things. I have a lot to show you, and I hope you'll agree to trying everything we do today, and hopefully tomorrow. Got any plans?" I was a bit confused, since I figured this was just sex, which might be a few hours. But I didn't have anything planned for the next few days, since I was off from work. "I'm game. Sir? Master?" He chuckled. "Sir is fine. Alright, then one last thing. Ever done any type of drug?" I was taken back a bit. I hadn't even thought of stuff like that. I barely drank alcohol, and mostly just vaped cigs. Hell I hadn't done pot since high school, with my first girlfriend. "You mean like pot? I haven't done that since high school, and while I haven't been drugged tested for work, they do have random ones, though again, never had one." "Well see, I love to do some stuff that really enhances sex. Really brings out the lust, the horniness, and makes you feel amazing. Can even really show you what your hiding from yourself. Who you truly might be, sexually. I know you mentioned poppers, which aren't really a drug. Basically the stuff I have, its like being on poppers constantly, though using them with this stuff can be really fun too." I was a bit curious now. I hadn't really had sex with anyone since my ex-wife and I split. And I was horny but nervous. But here this handsome man wanted to teach me new experiences, even enhance those experiences. I was a bit conflicted about work, but since I appeared straighlaced at work, doubtful I'd even be tagged for a random drug test. "Okay Sir, I'm willing to try. I mean if you think it'll make my first time more memorable, then yeah let's do it." He smiled at me, and then pulled me in for my first male-on-male kiss. It was a basic kiss, but still hit a button. "Okay boi, that's what I'm going to call you. I'll ask again, are you willing to try some drugs with me? I'll explain how they work, and I'll make sure you're handling them well." "Yes Sir, I want to try." Ceecee clapped his hands. "Ooh we're gonna have some fun for sure." He opened the drawer to his side table. He pulled out a small black leather bag, a small mirrored-top tray, and then sat it on his bed. He then got up, opened a drawer on another cabinet, and pulled out another bag, along with a couple of glass bongs. He then sat back on the bed, pushing his stuff in the middle. He opened up the smaller bag and pulled out a small bag which looked like it had some white crystals in it. He also pulled out some pills. "Okay boi, see that mini-fridge over there? Go get some of the Gaterades I have in it, along with some bottle water." I did as he asked, as he pulled out more stuff from his leather bad. I handed him the bottles, which he put on the side table. I sat back down, watching him in awe, though my heartbeat in nervousness. I even thought to myself, what am I getting myself into? "So obviously you know about weed. I got some good stuff here that will defininitely wake you feel horny as hell, and slightly mellow you out. I'll pack it in a bit." He grabbed a couple of pills. "This is Molly, or Xtasy, MDMA. I'm sure you've heard of it too. Pop these okay?" I nodded, popped them in my mouth, and took a swig from the gaterade. "In about 20-30 minutes, you'll start to feel them. You'll feel a small little rush, like little waves of horniness hitting you. Kind of like how poppers can hit you. Then it'll start getting a bit stronger, till you peak out, in which you'll probably be very very horny. Trust me, it's great. You'll love it." He smiled. "MMm...that does sound fun. How long does it last?" I could feel a slight tingle happening, but was probably just placebo effect. "Bout a few hours, though you'll peak hard for maybe an hour or two. If you like it, I'll give you another one to top it off." He held up the baggie with the white crystals in it. "This is Tina. I'm sure you know it by another name. But before you start to back away, just know you agreed to this. Tina can be addictive, but you control it, not it controls you, understand?" I had heard the name. Tina or meth. But he was right. I agreed, and nodded. "It's meth, I get it. So what does it do, besides keep you up for days." CeeCee laughed. "It can if you do a lot, if you don't take care of yourself. But I will watch how you react to it, and I'll watch how much we do. But as to what it does...it gives you a lot of energy, makes you feel invincible, and really opens you up. You think you're open-minded now? Tina busts the door down in your little dirty mind and lets out all those things holding back your true self. When we get through, you'll have a new appreciation for life, for sex, for who you are. And Tina's gonna show you the way." He took out a few crystals, and loaded up into a chamber on one of the glass bongs. "Now you can do Tina in a few ways. You can eat, which most just do for that extra energy kick. You can snort it, which gives you a quick high, but it can hurt your nose if you do it wrong or don't crush up the crystals enough. You can smoke it, which we're going to do. You can also do a booty bump, which is when you insert some in your ass. Burns slightly, takes a few minutes to melt, unless we melt it in some water and squirt it up there. But once it hits, you get a stronger effect. You'll get super horny real fast. And the other way is slamming. That's when you shoot it up. Depending on the dosage, you get a rush that is heaven, and you'll...well maybe one day you'll try it. But for now, we'll smoke and see how you like it." I was a bit scared, but was slowly coming around. I also could slightly feel something going on. "Sounds fun." "Oh it is boi, lots of fun." He opened up the bigger bag and pulled out a small bottle and a small needless syringe. "This is the last thing we're going to try. Its called G or GHB. Basically its like having some of the feelings that alcohol gives you with a good bit of horniness to it. It'll slightly ease down the edge that Tina will give you, but it'll also loosen you up as well. Since you're new to all this, I won't give you a lot. Just becareful in the future. Too much and you'll pass out, even stop breathing. And never do it with alcohol, it'll kill you." He pulled a bit into the syringe, checking the measurement. "It's got a slight bitter, almost soapy taste. So you'll want to chase it down with the gaterade. Open up." I leaned over, mouth open. He placed the syringe and slowly squirted in my mouth. He was right that it had an odd taste. I quickly did a swig of my drink. "Ewk, yeah that's got a weird taste. So when should I feel this?" He did a shot himself, and then took a sip of his drink. "Maybe 20 minutes or so. Bout the time the molly will kick in, give or take. You'll kinda feel a bit drunk, but definitely will feel a bit more relaxed. But once we do some tina and some of weed, you'll be in heaven period." I purred. "Mmmm...well let's keep going." I was starting to feel more horny, so the molly was starting to hit a bit. He put the bottle of G on the bedside table, along with the tray and bags. He took out a larger lighter, and clicked the flame to life. "So with smoking tina, we have to heat it up a bit. Now you can smoke it with a pipe, which I don't like to do. I prefer bongs or bubblrs. You get a smoother hit and the effect is much better. Now I'll do the first hit to show you how do it, and then I'll have you do a few hits, okay?" I nodded. "Now, when you're about to take a hit, I want you to push all the air out of your lungs, got it? Just breathe out. And then you'll put your lips on here, and then I want you to slowly inhale and don't stop until you feel like you can't inhale anymore. Then let it out quickly, don't try to hold it in. You'll kind of waste it, in a way. It's not like pot." He waved his torch around the bulb, and I could see the crystals making a puddle, little clouds starting to form. He pulled off, letting in cool, then back to heating it, as he took a bit. He then exhaled a cloud towards me. "Ready?" I emptied my lungs, reached to help hold the bong, and pressed my lips to the shaft. Slowly I inhaled, feeling the tina hitting my lungs. I kept going and going, and heard CeeCee say "Exhale." I let out a big cloud. And felt a small rush of energy, like my head was sparkling. "Good job. Again." Exhale, inhale. He pulled off, as I let out another big cloud. "Doing good boi, doing good. Sir is gonna bring out the slut in you tonight." He did a hit, longer than his first one. I watched in awe, as the horniness and energy kicked in. He then waved me to come closer, and he kissed me, opening my mouth to exhale. I inhaled and then let it out once he pulled away. "That's called shotgunning, which Im sure from smoking weed you've done." "Oh yeah. Whew. Oh I can definitely feel that. Like I'm tingly and horny, and just wow." My cock was starting to get hard, and I could slightly feel the waves coming on as well. "I think the molly is kicking in as well." "Good, good. Let me pack this weed real fast then." He pulled out a packer and a small bag of weed and started on that. I turned my attention towards the porn. My hands unconsciously feeling up my chest and nipples. I hadn't been this horny ever, even with doing heavy hits of poppers. My energy was through the roof, like I could run a million miles an hour. And I was really focused on the porn. Was a black guy with a very large cock pounding away at a white guy. My thoughts drifted to wanting to be that guy, and I whispered to myself 'soon, soon you'll be fucked by a big black cock." "And that's the other effect of Tina. You'll talk a bit, but its okay. Let it out. Nothing you say will weird me out, I love hearing guys on tina talk about fantasies, kinks, things they'll never really say out loud. That's the power of tina. Here, do another hit for me." CeeCee said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yes. sir. I want to do anything for you." I purred out. I could barely believe I said that, but I wanted it. I truly felt it. I crawled over to him, as he held the bong up. He lit the torch, and told me to hit it. Exhale, then the slow inhale. I wanted more, so I kept on a bit more, before pulling off to exhale out a large cloud. The lighter clicked again, so I did another hit. CeeCee smiled, and in my mind, he looked like a fucking onyx god. I felt more aware of his presence, his masculinity. He didn't even seem gay, like I couldn't picture him wanting to be with men. But here he was with me, this boi who wanted to experience sex with him. His chest was starting to sweat, his nipples hard which I wanted to play with. And his cock...I could see it hardening as it desperately tried to be contained. "That's what I'm talking about. You're going to be such a slut for me and you don't even know it." He put the tina bong down on the table, and picked up the bong for the weed. I started to touch his legs, the first time I actually made a move. I was horny and I was wanting him. I could feel the molly kicking in, as the waves were getting stronger and I was lost in various erotic thoughts. I started to kiss up his legs, which he spread his legs a bit for. I kissed and licked up his thigh, as I knelt in between his legs. I brushed my lips against his bulge, smelling his manly musk. I kissed and licked along the outline of his cock, and just wanted to free it so I could suck on it. I could tell he was getting hard, and he was going to be thick and large. I licked and sucked along the head, back down to his balls. "Yeah, that's my slut. You're getting there. All nice and pliable. I'll have you sucking my cock, my big black cock, and you'll be in white boi heaven. I'm gonna make you feel like the gurl you know you want to be." His words hit a button in my head, and I knew him to be right. I had watched popper videos that talked like this though it didn't quite do a lot to me. But now I was craving that. Yes, I wanted to be his gurl, his bitch. I wanted to worship this man, suck his cock, taste his cum, let him fuck me. Let him fuck me. Yes, let him fuck me, let me feel his cock inside me. Let him pound away at me. I want to feel him in me. Yes, I want to feel him breed me. My thoughts were all over the place about this. I wanted to be safe, but in my lust-driven mind, I didn't care. I wanted to be whatever this GOD wanted me to be. I wanted to be his. "Anything you want CeeCee, sir, master. I'll do anything you want. I am yours." My words came out slightly slurred, probably the g from what he was saying would happen. I pulled myself up a bit, though I kept one of my hands rubbing his cock, while the other was tweaking my own nipples. I was so fucking horny, just lost in thoughts of sex sex sex. "Oh I know slut, I know. And I'll have you doing a lot of things you probably didn't think about wanting to do, or fantasizing about. I'm gonna keep you high and horny and I'm going to turn you into a white fucktoy cumslut. I may even take you out and have you enjoy other men using you. Sound hot to you?" "OH fuck yeah sir, oh that sounds hot. You want me sucking other cocks, getting fucked. Fuck yeah, I want all the cocks. All the cocks fucking me. I want yours fucking me master." The words just rolled off my tongue. I knew them to be true, to be what I wanted. I was so fucking lost in horniess. CeeCee hit the bong, then held it, before pulling me into shotgun it. I held it for a bit, before letting it out. He then turned the bong to me, lit it, and I did a deep pull. I held it before having to cough. I could feel it hit really hard. He did another hit, then shotgunned me again. "One more my slut, one more." I hit it again, and held it longer, before letting it out. I rolled over to lay back a bit, as I felt the molly, tina, g, and weed hitting me hard. I was extremely horny, slightly drunk, very energetic but mellowed, and I just felt amazing all over. My hands were all over my body, my cock hard, my nipples electric. Every part of me just felt like I could just burst with everything going on with me. CeeCee put the bong down, chuckled, and he got up off the bed. He pulled out a tablet, pressed a few things on it, and then handed it to me. It was starting to play a video. He then handed me a bottle of poppers. "I'm going to go get a few things, so I want you to do a few heavy hits of those, then just watch the video till I get back." "Yes sir." I slurred out, as I set the tablet on the bed. I unscrewed the top, exhaled, put the bottle to my nose, and slowly inhaled for a good 10-12 seconds. Exhaled, then again. And again. I put the top back on as the poppers began to hit me. I focused on the video. It was one of those popper videos that dealt with the sissy lifestyle. Of basically being a girl for a guy. Dressing up, being sexy, being a slut, being used. Flashing words, technobeat music, while scenes of various sex acts accorded. Mostly white females and white guys sucking and getting fucked by black men. I focused hard on it, hitting the bottle as instructed. I was so lost with everything in my system. I didn't even realize that CeeCee had come back until the video ended, almost 15 minutes. My mind was gone. Replaced with this new personality. This white cumslut fucktoy who needed to be sexy and dress up and worship her man, be used by him and other men. "Slut, I need you to put these one." CeeCee surprised me, as he stood at the edge of the bed. My black GOD was back, and he was commanding his slut to do his bidding. He pointed to some panties and stockings he had put on the bed. I didn't hesitate, I knew I had to do this. It was even easy to put on, like I was born to know to do it. They were lacy and black, with a hole in the middle, obviously for fucking my fuckhole. I rolled the stockings up and attached them to the garter belt. "Now stand up and come before me." I quickly got off the bed, though slightly stumbled due to balance being off. I walked over to my black master, and clasps my hands behind my back, meekly but lustly looking at him. He looked me straight in the eyes, into my soul. "Yes, there's the slut Im wanting to make. I told you I would bring her out, and I'm going to help you experience everything. Im going to teach you how to please a man, how to worship him. You're going to be used tonight. You want that slut?" I was so horny. Everything was taking over, controlling me. I wanted this. I truly did. I wanted to be his slut, to worship him, to be used. Whatever he wanted. "Yes my master. I want it. I want you. I want everything you want to do to me. I am yours." "You didn't have much a choice now." He smiled, evily. He went over to his dresser and pulled out what looked like clamps. He then walked back and attached them to my very hard nipples. The pain was bearable, but it nearly made me cum. "Oh you like that huh? Yeah tina and molly tend to make bitches nipples sensative. These will do the trick for you. Plus you have those nice perky ones anyways." I still stood there, not moving, just lost in horny thoughts, even slight whispering some begging to do something. CeeCee leaned in close, caressing my check with one hand, as his other hand roamed my body. "You look damn sexy in those, especially with that little cute ass of yours. Your pics don't do you justice. But I'll handle that later. I know what you want and need to do now. You know what that is slut?" "Sir? I'm so fucking horny, I'll do anything. I want to please you, suck that big black cock of yours. I want to rim you if you want. Anything master, please." "That you will. Get those poppers, then come and kneel before me." He commanded. I quickly grabbed them from the bed, and knelt on the floor in front of him. He still had on his briefs, but they were barely containing his cock. "Take a hit, then another, and then beg for what you want. Like a proper slut." I hit the bottle 3 times, before putting it down. I looked up at him, picturing the most slutty girl look in my head. "Please my master, my god, may I please suck your cock? Let me worship this big black rod, please?" CeeCee smiled. "Yes my slut, worship this god's cock. Show me how a good gurl does it." He spread his legs slightly apart, as I reached up to feel it still encased. I kissed it, licked it, before reaching to pull it, It was thick, almost like a beer can, and nearly 9" long. The head was glorious, as I held the shaft in my hand. I leaned into lick it, as I pulled his briefs down, his rod slapping me in the face. I took hold of it and wet it with my lips and spit, before finally sucking it in. I was in lust, in love, with this cock. It was my world now. Suck it, lick it, worship it. I don't even know how long I was doing it. He held my head a few times, pushing me further down on it, while encouraging me to open my throat up. He somehow pushed me back against his bed and fucked my mouth. I licked and worshipped his balls. He even let me rim him which I loved doing, making him moan. We eventually switched to him on the bed on his back, with me laying in between his legs just drooling all over his cock. He encouraged me with words, belittled me, made me feel sexy and slutty all at the same time. I was his and he knew it. This was what I wanted, what I needed, who I truly am. After a bit, I could tell the drugs were starting to wear off a bit. He noticed, and asked me how I was doing. I told him I was good, great. He suggested a small break. Drink some water. Chill a bit. He switched the tablet to another video that he made me watch, though without doing any poppers. Same type, with a very hypnotic type feel to it. This was more catered towards getting fucked and used, and it really turned me on. He got off the bed and left the room, coming back a few minutes later with a couple of towels. He spread them on the bed, and told me to lay on top of one, on my back, but still to watch the video, and not pay attention to him. I obeyed like a good slut. As I laid there, I could feel him get between my legs. He start sucking my cock, while playing with my hole. I then felt his tongue, and he started to rim me. I moan in pleasure, not realizing just how much I would enjoy this. He told me to relax and just let him get me warmed up. He was going to rim me for a bit and then put in a toy start stretching me out a bit. He wanted my first feel of a real cock in me to not be too painful, considering his girth. He kept at it, occasionally finger me, and coaching me through letting him penetrate me. After a bit, I felt him slowly slide a toy in me. There was a slight burn to it, but I figured that was lube. He worked it in me for a few minutes, before switching to a slightly thicker one. I moaned as he pressed them into me, and I felt a sense of horniess coming back. He saw the reaction and told me he had slipped in some molly. He eventually left the last toy, a very thick plug, in me, before coming back to his side of the bed. "I think you're definitely enjoying yourself. How do you feel slut? Feel good? Feel good for your black god?" He smiled at me, as he picked up the weed bong. I was tweaking my nipples, staring up at him lustfully. "Very much master. I love this so much. I just want to feel this all the time, want to serve you, worship you. I want you cock in me so bad. THis toy is a bad tease." I could feel the molly hitting a bit faster, adding to what was already in my system. "Well we have some options. First though, we'll do a couple of good hits of this wonderful stuff here." He did a decent hit, and then shotgunned it with me. "Do a hit, hold it." I did as instructed, and held it a good long bit before finally having to let it out. Again he commanded, and I obeyed. "Now, we could smoke some more tina, get you pretty spun up. You'll be really horny, as you've seen." He sat the bong down, and reached into the leather pouch, pulling out two needles. "Or, we can really ramp this up. I told you about slamming, and I see that you really enjoy the tina. If we do this, you'll be under her spell for a while. You'll be so horny, especially if I time it just right as that molly I bumped you hits, that you'll be more than ready to get fucked by me. I will make you feel every bit that gurl that you know you want to be." I thought to the video he made me watch. The imagery was burning in my head. Be controlled. Let go my manhood. Be a gurl. Be used. Be fucked. Be bred. By black men. By all men. By master. I saw his cock, rock hard and solid, and I knew I had to give him my hole, his hole. There was no turning back. I was enthralled and wanted more. Needed more. "Please master, slam me. Take me, use me, whatever you want. I want this, need this." He grinned and then kissed me on the lips. "Like you had a choice my slut." The way he said it made my entire body tingle, with excitement and even more lust. "I already prepared these. So here's how it works. I'll tie you off, get your veins raised. Swab it, and I'll prick you. I'm sure you've had shots before. I only need you to tell me if it burns more than a second. Once I'm in, I'll draw it, make sure I get a register, and once that happens, I'll slowly push the slam into your vein. When it's all in, I'll pull out, pop off the tie. You'll put the swab on it, and then raise your arm above your head, got it?" I nodded. "Yes sir. And then what happens? How does it feel?" "Remember how after the first few hits of smoking tina, you got a ton of energy and got horny? Its like that but tens, hundreds time more intense. It'll start to rise, especially after you raise your arm up a bit. Everything will feel faster yet your more focused. ANd then when the rush hits, its bliss. You'll be overwhelmed with lust, you'll be begging for cock. You'll do anything I want to you because its pleasure and that's all you want. And well with the molly I bumped you, you're going to be in a whole other world." I was already feeling the molly kicking in, the waves of pleasure rolling over me. Now to know that I would be lost to even more of this, I knew I wanted to try it. And I knew it would lead me to getting fucked, which I desperately was craving at that point, especially with the thick plug he had in me. I stuck my arms out towards him. "Please slam me sir." "As you wish slut. No turning back anyways." He got up, went to his dresser, and pulled out a keyboard. He changed the porn on the big screen to straight interracial. He selected a long video of several black guys fucking a couple of very beautiful girls. I was enthralled, mesmerized. My brain wanted to be the girls working those big cocks. I also started to get up to start working his cock, but Ceecee stopped me before I could. "I know you're horny for my cock, but just you wait my fucktoy, just you wait." He had me sit up, and tied off my left arm. He turned on a lamp on his bedside table, and checked my arms for my veins. He had me make a fist a few times, and then felt up one he wanted to use. He took out a swab and handed it to me, and then used another one to clean the site. He then took one of the needles, popped off the top, squirted a bit to make sure no air was in it, and then looked at me. "Now once I slam you, and the rush hits, I know that you'll probably be a bit twacked out. I just want you to relax and let it take you. I'll be watching to make sure you're fine before I do mine. And once I do mine, I'm going to do everything I want to you, and you're going to love it. You're going to feel like one of those bitches up there, and that's all you need to be. Right slut?" "Yes my master. I'm just a slut that needs to be fucked and used." "Damn, I found a good one to turn." I really didn't understand what he meant, as the molly was getting stronger, and I was getting hornier. He pressed on my vein again, and then I felt the prick. I didn't even tense up, nor did I feel any burning, and he saw that I was fine, as he registered the hit. He started to push the tina into me, as he undid the clasp around my bicep. I felt him pull off, and I did as asked, placing the swab on the site, as I lifted my arm up. I coughed. My lungs felt a slight burn, and I coughed. I felt my energy spike up. My eyes started to slightly wiggle, as I watched the porn infront of me with heavy focus. Time felt like it was slow and yet I was aware of everything. I was speaking fuck fuck fuck, but it didn't even feel like it was coming from me. My entire body felt electric, and I could feel the toy in my ass, the clamps still on my nipples, and his fingers as he touched my chest. I looked into his eyes with lust and want, of obedience and submission. "That's it slut, ride the rush. Play with yourself, think about all that you want, and focus on the bitches on screen." I turned my gaze to the screen in front of me, transfixed. I watched as these huge black cocks just pounded into tiny white pussies, tits dangling and bouncing. I moaned that I wanted to get fucked, I wanted black cock in me, that I was a white bitch. My hands played with my cock that barely seemed to even be there. Every jerk felt electric all over, and I was just lost in the entire situation. I heard the snap of the clasp, and Master's moan as his rush hit him. He slid into the bed next to me, and pulled my lips to him. We started to make out, hands exploring. My hands went down his sides to his thighs, and finally on a very rock hard cock. His grabbed and kneaded my chest, pulling a bit on the clamps. That sent an amazing feeling of pleasure and pain through my entirety and I moaned in his mouth. I pulled off, looking at him like he was everything to me. I started to kiss down his neck, across his chiseled chest. I licked and sucked on his nipples, getting a moan out of him. I kissed further down, across his ab, as his thick dick twinged for me, precumming. I lapped it up, like it was the only thing I could drink from now on. I slowly moved my body around so that I was kneeling in between his legs, worshipping his cock, his balls. I licked and sucked, moaning like a true bitch in heat, as I took care of my Master. I seemed to have no problems getting it all the way in my throat, taking his nearly 9" beer-can thick cock all the way down without gagging. I looked at him for approval, and was met with equal lust. As I worked his cock, I could hear his words echoing in my ears. That he knew he had found the right white boy to turn into a black cock worshipping cumslut. That he would keep me high the next few days so that he could enjoy his new hole to pound out. THat he was going to call a few of his friends over later to tag team me. That I would never be the same after this and that today was the first day of my new life. I moaned as I heard all this, as I accepted this, as I wanted this. All I cared about was this cock in front of me, wanting to feel it inside of me. The begging for wanting to get fucked came gutterly from me, as I kept on working his rod. I was even absent-mindedly fucking the plug with my other hand. "Time for you to feel your Master's big black cock. Time for you to become a gurl for me." I heard him command. He pulled himself up off the bed to grab lube. He handed me a different bottle of poppers. He then started arranging the pillows in middle of the bed. "I need you to lay on top of these pillows, and then lean down, arching your back up, legs spread." I did as Master told me. I had a full view of the screen. He was changing the porn. THis time it was of just a black guy who looked some what like my Master, and a white guy, though he was wearing stockings and a garter like me. As the actors fooled around on screen, I noticed that the white guy actually had tits, and I was actually watching a black guy with a white shemale. I was really turned on suddenly by it. I felt Master climb back on the bed, getting behind me. He adjusted me a bit to match the slight differences in height. He then pulled out the plug, which left me feeling totally empty, which I moaned as he withdrew it. "Soon enough slut, soon enough..." I heard a bottle being opened, and then the slight cold of liquid being poured around my hole. Fingers pressed in a few times, more lube. He pulled himself a bit closer, slapping my ass with his cock, rubbing it up and down and teasing my hole. I was even slightly wiggling my hips in anticipation. "Slut, it's time. First, you're going to take several heavy hits of those poppers. You stop when I say to stop, and you hold that last inhale in. Then you're going to feel me press against your hole. your Master's hole." His thick head slapped across my hole, his bitch's hole, sending a buzz through my body. "Now start huffing bitch." I exhaled, pressed the bottle to my nose and inhale slowly for a good 10-15 seconds. Let it out, did the next nostril. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. On my eighth inhale, I heard him stay stop, as the first hits started to want to take hold. I knew from experience this was gonna fuck me up, but I was in a whole different situation. I felt that head press against my hole, and I started to exhale slowly, as my ass opened up. Master's cock pushed in slowly, expanding my ass a bit more than the toys he had used on me. He slid back and forth a bit, inching further and further with each thrust. My horniess was kicking in exponentially between the slam, the molly hitting it high points, and the heavy hits of these stronger poppers Master made me us. Master pressed further and further in, with each thurst of his black rod making me moan. "That's it baby, take that cock for Master. Oh yeah this ass is tight and so good. Master's going to teach you how to use it. So good.." Master moaned, his fucking starting to get faster. He held one hand on my hips as he thrust into me. I was only able to moan out incoherent words, my brain so melted by everything in me. Faster his pounding sped up, deeper into me. I held on dearly to the bed as his fucking got stronger. I was lost in time with how long this pounding Master gave me. "Fuck me...harder...more..." I could barely utter the words, but its what my body wanted. I wanted to feel his black god cock inside me, as deep as possible, as hard as possible. I wanted to be like the stupid white bitches in the videos, because I knew in my heart, that was my fate. Fuck toy. Cock slave. White bitch for black meat. "That's what Master likes to hear. You even sound like a bitch now, so sexy my little sissy." He slowed his fucking of me and leaned down, grabbing a bit of my hair to pull my head back. He turned my head towards him, and I could see the lust in his eyes. "Now I want you to hit that bottle hard. Heavy hits. Deep hits. I'll tell you when to stop, and when I do, put down the bottle, reach back with both hands, and grab your ass. I want you to spread your cheeks so Master can deep fuck you like the bitch you are." "Yes my Master..." I moaned out, my brain overjoyed. He let go of my hair, and I took hold of the poppers once more. Master's cock was still inside me, every so slowly fucking me. I heard the bottle of lube open, the icy wetness applied by his hand to my ass and his rod. Slight burning, but I could have cared less. One deep hit, almost 10 seconds. Another deep hit, 11 seconds. Another. I hit them hard and deep as Master ordered. I was starting to almost passout at 12 hits, when Master ordered me to stop. I held the last hit, as I put the bottle down. My brain was already feeling the first few hits, but now I was seeing stars. I exhaled as I reached back, grabbing my ass. I held on dearly as the lustful waves of the poppers hit. Master pulled all the way out, wiped his cock around the lube he had squirted down my crack, spat on his cock a couple of times, and thrust back in, all the way, even deeper as before. There was a very noticeable burning sensation, but I was so lost in the poppers and chems. Master pulled back almost all the way out, spat again, and thrust even harder. Every thrust seemed to push further and further into me, and was sending me into even more of a lustful state. It felt like he was hitting my very soul, my being, with the hard pounding he was giving me. My face was buried in the bed as I moaned from his assault on my ass. I felt Master grab my head, pulling it up so that I could watch the porn on his big screen. He growled intently as he fucked my ass like a piston. "WATCH THE VIDEO YOU STUPID WHITE CUNT! THAT'S GOING TO BE YOU SOON! I'M GOING TO TURN YOU INTO FUCKING TRANNY WHORE AND SELL YOU OUT LIKE SO MANY GURLS I'VE TURNT. WHAT DO YOU SAY, WHORE?" "THANK YOU MASTER! ANYTHING YOU WANT MASTER! USE ME! FUCK ME! BREED ME! I'M A WHORE!" "WHOSE'S WHORE?" "MASTER'S WHORE!" "YES YOU ARE..." Master continued to furiously fuck my whore ass. I was lost in everything, as more drugs hit my system. Time lost all meaning. I watched countless females get fucked, guys getting fucked, gurls like me getting fucked. I laid there staring wide-eyed, twacked out, sniffing poppers, as this ebony god, this beautiful fantastic tyrant, this amazing handsome Master, fucked the ever living hell out of my pussy. Occasionally he would pull out, make me suck his cock off with his cum from breeding me, and then flip me over on my back and fuck me more. He pulled on the clamps, he'd slap my face, he'd choke me. He made me cum by fucking me and hitting my prostate. He had me so enthralled, and I loved every minute of it. At some point, I seemed to have been so far gone between everything he gave me, that I passed out. I woke up to a nearly dark room, laying in bed. A collar was placed around my neck, and I had restainsts on my wrists, though I could still move my arms. Master was sitting in a chair, watching porn, though I could barely register what was going on the screen. I was feeling very sore for the most part, slightly groggy, with a massive headache. "There's my little gurl. I was a bit worried after a bit, but you seemed to do fine." He got up from the chair, came over to the bed, and laid down next to me. "I hope you had fun, though there's more to come." My mouth responded before my brain. "As you wish my master. I am yours." My brain screamed in shock that I would say that, but the rest of me knew my place. Master leaned in near my ear, whispering "Prove it." EVen as my brain tried to tell my body to stop, I leaned over, my hand grasping Master's thick rod, and I easily took it into my mouth. Moaning, as I worshipped it. Loved it. Needed it. As I tasted his precum, my mind started to sync with my body, and I knew my place. Cock slave. Cumslut. Whore. "That's it baby, that's it. Know your place. Yes...worship that cock. Be a good gurl, make Master cum." I did as told, as good gurl. The mantra of my fate echoing in my head. My mouth was his to enjoy, to use. I was his. My fate...sealed. It didn't take long before I felt his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I eagerly drank it down, not even letting off his cock. Once he stopped squirting this nectar, I pulled my mouth off and then became to lick his rod clean. All while moaning as this pleasured me inside. I leaned back, and looked at him for approval and next command. "I am yours." The words echoed from my mouth. "Yes, yes you are." Master said, smiling at me. I was his.

** I usually never let people read my stories. This is one I threw together that I thought you might enjoy. Let me know*** I was 19 years old. I had been having sex with guys for several years at that point- starting with experimenting with a few school friends, moving onto meeting with old trolls from the internet and culminating with weekly trips to the bath houses in the city. Periodically I'd drive in from the suburbs, telling my parents I'd be out with friends late so I knew I'd have enough of the night to do as my glands drove me. I wasn't the golden cast example of adonis, but I did alright- working out regularly and proud of my developing sixpack. Usually I'd hit the local gay club, which usually was a 18+ dance place. It was easy to get guys to buy me drinks, and easier to get the occasional blowjobs in the bathroom stalls. Once or twice a month I'd get nice and tipsy on drinks from the generous, horny enablers I'd meet in at the clubs. One night I met this man- couldn't tell you his name. I would guess he was in his early 30's, just under six foot with a great body displayed immodestly within collared t-shirt and overly tight denims. He bought me drink after drink, and we danced till about midnight, his hands making a detailed map of my body while the liqour began coursing through my young brain. I found myself at one point locked into a deep kiss with one of his hands down the front of my pants as we held each other close atop one of the gogo boxes in front of the DJ's desk- in plain view of all in the club. He licked my ear as he gripped my nuts, whispering into my ear against the throbbing din of techno and excited queens: "I don't live in the city. Do you have a place?" I shook my no. He tightened his grip, and said "Then we're going to the baths." I agreed, and suggested the club at which I had a membership. Together we left the club, my arm around his waist and his hand tucked safely between my cheeks. We kissed some more as we made our way down the street, pausing long enough for him to begin fingering my hole as he pressed me against his car in another deep, sloppy kiss. I don't know what make or year or anything- the details are a bit foggy from all the two tequilla sunrises and four shots of what sounded like "yagermeister" he had fed down my throat. The leather seat creaked as I climbed in, and the radio bumped out beats I could feel in my guts as we cruised down through the city. At one point he pushed my head down to his lap, where I pointedly began sucking off his beautiful uncut cock, loving the way the foreskin rolled up and down with every stroke. The smells of his sweat and cigarette were thick, and made me all the hornier. We made out a little more while in the bath house parking lot- his fingers reaching deep into my hole and he nibbled on my neck, sending me over the edge. He helped me up to the door and to the front desk- my legs were a bit unstable from the booze. Robotically, I signed the form and paid my locker fee, picked up my towel and made for the locker room. Together we undressed, giving me the chance to see for the first time the totality of his perfection. His muscles roped through his tight flesh, making the perfect canvas for the myriad of tattoos that covered his form. I admired the variation of design that covered him- an angry looking woman, naked, slicing the dead from a lamp post on his ribs; a red and greed skull with a biohazzard symbol etched into its forehead eating a fighting cobra on his thigh; a black and red scorpion on his other, grasping a terrified looking rabbit in its claws and a large, gleaming drop of emerald poison dripping from it's oversized stinger. He led me immediately down to the darker basement rooms, where we made out more as he settled me into the sling. Fat old trolls began to emerge from the shadows like moths to a flame as my enabler began lubing up my hole. His fingers drove themselves deep and forcefuly into my core, elating and overloading my senses. I begged him to be gentle, only getting "You can take it," in reply as he began driving into me deeper and more agressively. He massaged my prostate, making a load start to bubble and burn within me with each determined push. He pulled his fingers out and scrutinized them. "Do you often bleed?" he asked with a small smirk. I told him it had been awhile since I'd been in that situation- normally being a devout top. He asked me if I wanted his cock as he drove his fingers back into my open hole- a moan as I bit my bottom lip against the pain of his invading fingers my only rely. I began to feel light headed, disconected in a way. I noticed my heart felt like it was beating against my ribs and my vision begging to distort. The more I thought about how strange I felt, the more I would only concentrate and his wonderful fingers beating against my prostate. From nowhere a cock pressed against the side of my face. Obediently I took it into my throat without even opening my eyes. Only a minute passed before another cock pushed against my other cheek. I switched over and started sucking the new comer. Only another minute passed and I felt another cock nudging my other cheek. From the length and girth I could tell it was huge. "Do you party?" he asks as he pushes his fingers deeper into me, "do you like booty bumps?" At first I don't know what he meant- but my education in the local fag language finally kicked in. I push against the cock invading my throat. "--I've--never--done--it--" I pant between thrusts against my boiling prostate. He pushes as far into me as he can reach, and twists his fingers back and forth as he starts to laugh. "I've already put a heavy hit in you boy. You should be feeling it." It was then I realized that I was high, and instead of worrying about it I only moaned in acceptance. I was lost in a swirl of speed and lust- noticing only the thrusting into my hole and the cocks alternating position within my throat. I reached down wanted to feel his fingers glide back and forth, only to find that it was his dick I was feeling. Without missing a beat I grabbed his muscled ass, and pulled him deeper and deeper into me. I suddenly became aware of the pain, and felt the slickness of his driving cock. When I pulled my hand away I noticed some pink and red streaked accross my palm. His beat grew faster and faster- opening me up like a flower on prom night, until with great gasps he drove himself hard and furiously into me, shouting "Take this charge!" He stayed in my for awhile, slowly fucking his load deeper into me- his cock gliding back and forth more easily with the extra lube. As he pulled out one of the trolls whispered, "Did you just convert him?" My heart skipped a beat as he giggled, "Fuck that charged load deeper into his guts. He's told me he's a top, I want to make sure he passes my gift along." Promptly, the troll mounted my used hole, and began quickly driving his short, thick dick into me. Four or five guys ended up fucking me that night, each filling my ass with his load. The next morning I woke up at home- no idea how I got there. My mom was banging on the door, saying I needed to get up and mow the lawn. When I checked, the seat of my boxers were streaked with dried blood and cum.

I have always been mostly a top, but in the last 2-3 years I have started to discovering how good it is also to bottom. And also, I have always been attracted by black boys. One day, looking around in internet for a fuck buddy, I came across this black boy living in Milan. I send him a message, and I got his reply... he wanted to meet! That was good enough for me, so I picked-up my car drove to Milan, (about 60 km from where I live) to meet him. He was originally from Senegal, about 36, which makes him three years older than am I. We talked a little bit, and we drank something, but I want him to show me his assets, so I asked "When did you fuck last time?" "About 20 days ago, and I am quite horny." I had no time to think an answer or do something. As soon as he finished his words, he took my right hand and put it on his jeans and then start to kiss me. I feel something very big behind the pants, but I was concentrating on kissing him. Then we started to disrobe, and finally I was all naked and only his underwear was keeping me away from his cock. Wow! When I looked down, his underwear was almost exploding for the big meat hidden within. It looked as if his cock was trying to break through his shorts, which were soaked with his pre-cum. I slid-down the last barrier, and started to give him the blowjob he deserved. As I pumped his big black monster with my mouth, it seemed (if possible) that it was growing even bigger! Finally, after almost loosing my breath and dislocating my jaw to suck him, I stop and said to him.... "I am sorry, but I am not a good bottom and I have started to take cocks only recently. I do not think I can take it all." He replied that it was not a problem, that I could continue with the blowjob, that for him it was good enough. So I went back at his black dick, that was oozing more and more pre-cum. And then, it happen... I do not know why, but while I was sucking I feel a little drop of piss mixed with his pre-cum. That was my "no return" moment. I lost all my fears, I became a slut and stopped sucking because I knew I wanted his dick in me. Not realizing the decision I had reached, the guy began an apology for the piss, but I didn't give him time to finish his words. I mounted his cock, and began to work it against my hole, rubbing my ass cheeks against his hard meat. Realizing, at this point, that we were 'on the same page', so to speak, he pushed me down on the floor and started to caress my hole with his monster, which still oozed huge drops of pre-cum, and he grunted "Are you ready to feel my black love?" And then he pushed against my hole. The tip of his cock went in, but it was extremely painful. Even so he didn't stop, and he grunted "I have no condoms here honey, and more than that I want to make you pregnant with my seed". His words make me forgot the pain, and his dick was sliding in more and more. The pain was going away, and I started to feel pleasure in his fucking. Unluckily he did not last long, probably because he hadn't had sex for some time. After a few hard thursts, I started to feel my hole becoming hotter and hotter, and at the same moment he collapsed on me. He had cum. Wow! That was a hot fuck !

Wow, just wow. His VP is openly anti gay. To me, you have to have some internalized homophobia to endorse someone who favors the religious over LGBQT. Favoritism is not equal rights. https://news.yahoo.com/2020-vision-trump-gets-surprise-log-cabin-republicans-endorsement-182340690.html?.tsrc=daily_mail&uh_test=1_02

Don't you just love getting your tongue under that foreskin and sliding it around the cock head? It's one of my favorite aspects of sucking cock!

Based in Cardiff but in London a lot of any guys needs a hole , need to get my cumdump scout badge ! 🐷🐷🐷

Yes it's not all a bed or roses. You actually get rejected a lot, from people that can't handle your size. Also in relationship you have to content with less frequent sex because ( I've been told this by both guys and girls) they need time to "heal". I've even been dumped buy a few women and a fuck buddy because they said it hurt to much even when I was gentle with them. Also you tend to not know if people actually like u for u or the fact you have a big dick. Vanilla bottoms always complain about having a blown out hole after u fuck them but they still run after big dick. You get a lot of offers for sex, but the ones that actually Carry though or are capable are few.

Amazingly well written. I love the way you think. Bravo

Two reasons, Alphas like to be watched themselves, and he's undoubtedly proud of your performance such that he's confident displaying it, which I know gives you satisfaction as well.

I still need to get converted 😕

Mancunt

The shame is out there only if you choose to take it. I would propose none of it. There is nothing to be ashamed of being a bottom. At the same time you don't have to scream it off the rooftops either. I understand your young age is still a factor. Your best argument to be made is that you can do thingS (yes, Plural) with your ass (I am fairly certain of it) your straight family members and acquaintances will NEVER experience having any possible pussy out there. Also, oral skills mastery is usually better when having direct access to equipment first hand. Cheers

Got a message earlier on Grindr from a blank profile, it was from a horny closet Afghan lad, 25. He was looking for a hungry slut to fuck his big load into. I sent him my address & 10 minutes later the door bell rang, I opened the door and there he was, very handsome muscular lad wearing an almost skin tight white robe, thin short beard around his chin & stunning light hazel eyes. We went straight to the bedroom where he stripped off & told me to get on all fours on the bed. He got behind me, spat on my hole & plunged his fat cut vein cock balls deep in my cunthole and started fucking me hard. He mercilessly raided my hole for about 10 minutes then he shot his load deep inside me. He slowly pulled out then laid on his back recovering, I pushed my plug in my hole & gently sucked his still rock hard dick clean, I then told him he could fuck me again if he had more loads to dump in me. He fucked 2 more loads in me & made me cum as he bred his last load deep in me.

foreskin is an added bonus i always enjoy it

Same thing happened to my bi blk buddy. He only wanted a BJ. I was sucking him he said he was going to blow so I jumped up and sat on it. He was shocked and loved it. We have been breeding for the last year

Thank you for helping him discover he's a bare breeding top. My thirsty cunt, and the cunts of every man he breeds, thanks you.

I clean out regularly so I’m usually ready for top men! @Riverfk is correct about Vaseline! On weekends or evenings when I go out to do anything, I’m cleaned out and just put a finger of Vaseline in my hole and keeps me well lubed for hours until my first load goes in!

Spontaneously set up a motel ass-up scene yesterday after work - my favorite kind of play. Reached out to some top friends to see who was available, and lined up three who each said he could stop by my motel between 4:00 and 5:30 pm. I use a short-stay place near where I work, so I made an excuse about and appointment and left a bit early. I knew I didn't have a lot of time to play, so I only got the room for a couple of hours. I got things set up and sent them all the room number. While I waited, I douched to make sure I was clean, then liberally applied lube to my hole. Leaving the door ajar, I assumed the position and waited. The first guy arrived within 5 minutes. No talking, he just undressed, climbed on the bed in front of me, and stuffed his cock in my mouth. I felt him grow and stiffen as he slid in and out. He moaned as I took his entire length in my mouth and tongued his balls at the same time. It's not a long cock, maybe 5.5-6 inches, but it's nice and thick. Once he was hard, he withdrew from my mouth and came around behind me. Hes started to tease my hole by rubbing it with the head of his cock. When I couldn't stand it any more. I eagerly thrust myself backwards, impaling myself and feeling my sphincter stretch to accommodate his girth. He grabbed my hips and slid in and out of my hole, slowly at first, savoring the sensation of my tight ass clinging to his shaft. Then his pace quickened, and he was pounding me hard. My own cock and balls swung wildly as his hips slapped against my ass. I tightened and loosened my muscles to milk the load from his balls, and I was soon rewarded as he made one mighty thrust and held his cock deep inside. I tightened my muscles again and felt the telltale pulsing of his cock that told me he was pumping his load into my guts. He pulled out and I spun around to suck the combination of his cum and my ass off his shaft before he got dressed and left. I got back into position on the bed to await the next visitor, checking my email before he arrived. There was a note from one of the other guys (a young mid-20s kid with a killer long, thick BWC) saying that he was stuck at work and couldn't make it, after all. I was disappointed, but excited at the next email I read - a note from the third guy, an early-30s BBC top, saying he would arrive in 10 minutes. Not long after I heard a car pull up outside, and then the door opened. Unlike the first guy, the second simply dropped his pants and began rubbing the tip of his dick up and down my ass crack, getting it hard and slick at the same time. Then I heard him whisper, "Suck it,", and I obediently spun around, slid off the bed and onto my knees on the floor. I could taste his musk mixed with my ass and the previous guy's cum - delicious! I worked that cock like I hadn't sucked one in years, taking his full 8-inch length down my throat. As I did, he bent down and fingered my ass. I don't know if he realized that I already had a load inside me, but I didn't care. Once he was rock-hard, I stood, turned and bent over the bed. He explored stretched-out hole with his fingers some more, then I felt the pressure of his cock head on my sphincter and he slid inside in one motion. He worked my ass for what felt like an eternity, hitting my prostate and almost sending me through the roof. At last I felt his cock pumping its thick load inside me as well, adding to the brew I had collected. As he pulled out, I spun back around and cleaned his shaft with my mouth. Two loads, my ass, his musk - intoxicating. He zipped up and headed out the door. Once he was gone I cleaned up, dressed and left, holding both loads inside me until just before bed. I was shocked by the amount of cum two men had deposited - it looked like it could have come from four or five! I was so turned on that I've emailed both of them, and some other friends as well, to see if we can do it again on Thursday.

"I want your stud sperm."

Feeling like an attention seeking whore. Upvote and like and comment if you want me to unleash more pics

It completely changed the way I look at life. I was close to death from PCP pneumonia when I was diagnosed. Having that kind of close call changes you. Things that used to seem really important got bumped down to the maybe/someday list It is very hard on other people who love you. They always worry and for good reason. Yes, 6 months of meds = a new car. Insurance is a must - ask your doc about a copay card. That helps a lot. I didn't become a total slut bareback bottom until I was poz. I started out thinking "what have I got to lose" and now that's evolved to really enjoying anon bareback sex in all sorts of places. Yes, I catch other diseases - gotta have STD testing done every 90 days. I didn't become infected on purpose but now I am living with it and it creates a different frame of reference every day. Like having a kid, becoming poz is not something you can undo. Think very hard about that and talk to lots of poz people before you move in that direction.

It had been a few days with Tony on the road and I could tell by the geography we were getting into the southwest - lots of scrub brush was starting to appear. While Tony had been using me, I'd been on the mend as far as my health, and I wasn't running a fever quite as high as I had been, and my cough was dry now. Tony had been really kind to me, treating me like a lady when we were outside the cab - holding doors open for me and buying me food and drink. He never left my side - of course, I was on a leash and he was holding the other end, but still....I felt protected. Inside the cab he banged me like a cheap whore - because I was. It was a lot of work keeping his balls drained, and I loved every second of it. We stopped at a small diner in Vicksburg, CO - the one room establishment is only open seasonally and, we were the only people there that day. Tony kept me naked and leashed, and walked me in with no shame. I behaved accordingly. The waitress reacted no differently than if I'd been wearing clothes, My guess is that I'm not the first bitch she's seen like this. I sat with my legs crossed at the knees at all times so as not to reveal anything, as a lady should. My collar 'bitch' told her exactly what I was. No need to flaunt. Tony, ever the gentleman, ordered my food for me - no, I didn't have a choice, and I didn't want one. I didn't start to eat my food until Tony had started his, a yield to his dominance. The leader eats first. Tony, as Jake, never traded me to others for sex or money - that's not what this life was about. It's not prostitution, though we're called 'whores'. Bitches like me are passed from trucker to trucker for them to use for their sexual pleasure while on the road. From what I hear, we lead short - but very fucking intense - life spans as no one is on meds. Bitches usually die first as we're constantly kept loaded up. We're also the happiest. Trust me, I think we're getting the better end of the deal. We had stopped at some mammoth 'mother of all truck stops' kind of place headed into Utah. I was asleep face down in the back of Tony's cab, with my leash running to an eye hook over my head. I woke up when I felt a sharp pain behind me - a pain I recognized - someone was shoving a cock into my ass. I knew it wasn't Tony. It's something only a bottom can understand. When you fuck a man, you get to know 'him'. You can feel how different his cock feels from another. Some men are longer, some are thicker. They have different styles as well, some men fuck wildly - sloppy - all over the road with no idea what they're doing. Others are more controlled and know how to hit your prostate with every move. Long, smooth strokes. It's not that you fuck, it's how you fuck - and it tells me more about you than a background check, honey. I knew instantly I'd never felt this man. He was short and thin, barely enough to feel anything at all...and his strokes were fast and short. He felt panicked with his motions. He was already throbbing very hard and I knew he didn't have long. Which is good because my eyes were still crusted over and I barely opened them. Still, a dick in your ass will wake you up better than a cup of coffee ,sugar. Try it if you don't believe me. I was turning my head around to face him when I felt my hands being snatched over my head, my wrists bound with what felt like leather, and suspended from the eye hook over head. I whipped my head back around and another man had entered the passenger side seat of the rig, and quickly shoved his cock right down my throat. HE was the one that was thick and long, and he knew what he was doing as evidenced by his smooth, precise, and slow strokes. It's amazing what a girl can feel. No? The man in my ass grabbed my hair, and pulled me back towards him, and wrapped his right hand around my throat. "You dumb fucking bitch, you probably think all this is about truckers just passing you along until you're gone, don't you?" It's tough to answer questions with a cock down your throat. Perhaps he should have chosen a better time because all I could do was gag and gargle. I'm not sure that was helpful. And they call me the stupid one. From the front, the man there explained. "It's not about you, whore - we know that's what you think. The truth is that we need you to be as viraled up as possible....we're going to flood your body so high that we can collect your blood and use it to poz others that want to turn. We've been doing it for years, cunt." He calmly explained as he held onto my head, shoving his cock down my throat and holding it there for a few seconds before starting to work it in and back out. The man behind me started pounding my asshole as hard as he could, spanking me every time he stroked in. Still having my hair in his other hand, he turned my head sideways and growled. "You're a fucking Petri dish, you fucking cock whore!" That comment must have sent him over the edge as he shoved in HARD one single time and held it. I could feel his cock flexing with each pump he was giving me...expanding, pushing the walls of my body out hard, then contracting letting me relax for a split second before beginning the cycle over and over. He felt warm - and his seed was going deep. I could feel that as well. The man in front slapped me a couple times, shoved hard, and screamed as he came straight down my throat. "WHORE! FUCK! YOU'RE A FUCKING WHORE!". His whole body locked...legs, arms, chest..his face frozen in suspended scream until he finished giving me the last of his precious load. Without saying another word, both of them pulled out of me - having used my body like they wanted....and like *I* wanted - closed the doors to the cab and left me hanging by my wrists. I rolled over and sat up to take the tension off my wrists. Tony didn't show up to untie me for a six more hours, though I wasn't alone for long as apparently word had spread and I got used by over a dozen more men - not counting those first two. You may be asking, "Why didn't you just untie your leather straps or unhook yourself"" The answer is, I'm a fucking whore and this is what I want.

This is the next chapter to "Serendipity on the road". On our way 'back east' Jake swung by Denver and dropped off the chickens. Before picking up a load of pigs, he spent 24 hours just fucking me. Yes, a whole 24 hours of just fucking!! Sometimes I was face down, sometimes I was cowgirl on top, sometimes I was reverse cowgirl, and sometimes he took me on all 4's. To be honest, he wasn't always the person initiating but he did make it clear that we weren't doing anything else for 24 hours. No food. No water. After every couple rounds, I'd fall asleep in his arms with him running his fingers through my hair. Not that it mattered, once or twice I woke up to him fucking my ass. Not that I minded. Before we left Denver we hit the tattoo shop. He had, "Bitch #29" tattooed on my back right shoulder blade in calligraphy letters. We were a few days out of Denver. I was sitting naked in his passenger side seat eating those peanut butter crackers with a color orange not found in nature, looking out the window at the passing landscape when I started to get lightheaded and felt like I was somehow running a high fever and freezing at the same time. I laid back in my seat, my whole world starting to spin. "Jake, I don't feel so well. We might want to pull over." He looked at me for half a second then shook his head. "You're fine, bitch. You're just dehydrated." I put my hand on my forehead and I was burning up, so I poured a bottle of water over my head. "I think I have the flu." He reached over and felt my forehead. "No, you stupid cunt - you're HIV+ now. How the fuck did that happen?" I looked at him blankly. "I'm not doctor, I don't even play one on TV, but it could be because you came in my ass about a dozen times and slammed a vial of your blood into me." I like it when Jake smacks me on the back of the head. It's hot. "No, I mean - how the fuck did it happen so quickly?! I've turned dozens of bitches and I've never seen one this fast!" He asked getting his eyes back on the road. "As I said, you put a vial of poz blood into me, and about a dozen of your loads - that and it was my first time doing anal. If i had to add anything it would be that I really, REALLY wanted to get pozzed so maybe my immune system didn't fight it as hard. Or maybe I already had a cold and my immune system was worn down. Does it really matter?" I asked as I laid my seat back as much as I could. He chuckled. "No, I guess it doesn't. bitch." "I don't want meds, Jake." I said with a moment of clarity. He shook his head. "No one in our network uses them - it's part of being a member. If you need it, there's a case of water under your seat, and some over the counter stuff in the glove box, bitch." Since I've known Jake, he's never used the birth name I gave him at the truck stop. He made it clear that I was a new person now and wasn't allowed to have a name hence the tattoo. He also calls me 'Cunt', 'Whore', or 'Bimbo'. He's so romantic. In response, I chugged a bottle in just a few swallows. "I thought you didn't care about me, Jake." He shook his head. "Believe me, I don't. You're a fucking cum dump to me . I look at you the same way I look at the livestock I haul - but you're no good to me dead, bitch....and no good to anyone else either. You're the 29th bitch I've turned since I got involved in this life." I stared up at the ceiling of the truck, which was spinning. "How long do I have?" He kept his eyes on the road. "It depends. Without meds, some only make it a few years - others can make it past 10. Whatever happens, you're just a fucking AIDS infected cock whore to us." I nodded. "And that's what I wanted, Jake. It's why I didn't get out the first day I woke up. You were right about me...this isn't the life I chose but it's the life I want, and there's no going back." I say as I reach out and take his cock in my left hand, trying to get him hard. "Do you have a wife and kids back in Atlanta, Jake?" I said casually. He shifted in his seat slightly to give me a better angle. "Yes, I do." He was growing slightly in my hand. "Do they know you're in an underground 'whore snatching, infecting with HIV+, passing the bitch off to the next driver' network?" "Of course not, bitch." He said laughing. "Does it turn you on? Knowing that you've infected me...knowing that I'm a worthless cock whore? That I'll be passed around from trucker to trucker for the rest of my life - unless I'm sold overseas? To know that ALL of that turns me on?" He tried to keep his eyes on the road but he wasn't doing a good job. His cock was harder than it had been since I met him. I moved over into his lap, facing him, and slide his cock into me while kissing him on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. "I'm saying thank you, Jake. Thank you for giving me the life I wanted but didn't have the balls to take on my own. For keeping me naked, where I'll spend the rest of my life being passed around like a deck of playing cards to horny truckers that don't give a shit about me. For making me fuck meat. For giving me HIV." I looked out the drivers side window and into traffic. I young man and woman were passing us, I smiled at them as I bounced up and down on Jake's cock, unashamed of who and what I was. Happy for the first time in my life and not giving a damn who else knew it.

I love it when a guy has pumped a load of cum up my arse, stays inside until his dick relaxes, then just lets his piss flow into me, mingling with the cum. The feeling of that hot stream of piss hitting my cunt wall is amazing. And, it goes without saying, if the cum and piss are full of chems - even better!!

A skilled top with a big cock knows how to make it pleasurable for himself and his bottoms.

Difficult. Socially: Nowadays I don't really feel like I am part of a LGBT "community". But that is probably because here in NL nobody raises an eyebrow anymore about same sex relationships, marriages or gay couples having kids. It's all very "normal" (if I may call it that). Sure, there are exceptions but overall gays are not different from straights in public or in society. Politicians won't dare to make any insulting remarks. They would be slammed in the press and on social media and it would be political suicide. Even the Christian parties in parliament (except for one very small one ) won't dare, they just say they don't really 'approve'. Nobody listens to religious people anymore anyway, hardly anyone goes to church anymore. Religion only plays a very tiny role in society over here. It was very different when I started out when I was 17 late 70s and moved to the big city to study. I had crushes on teachers even in elementary school but at that age I didn't even realize what that was. I just thought I liked them. It wasn't until high school that I realized I was different from most and felt left out. Surely I was the only one having indecent thoughts about other guys? There must have been others but I didn't know them. When I was 13/14 I started to realize there were others and that there was a name for it: gay (or 'homo' at that time). And there were lots of them in bigger cities far away. So when I moved to the big city for college at 16 - soon to be 17- and I worked up the courage to go to a 'gay' student bar (drinking age at that time was 16, it's 18 now) I felt overwhelmed. Here were boys/guys dancing and flirting with each other and just having a good time with not a scare in the world. There were parties and discussion and social groups and support organizations. That's the first time when I felt I was part of a "community" and I belonged to something. And it felt very good. All this has changed over the years as it has become common now. As for sex: Only took very little time after going to that bar for the first time (and having discovered the cruising area by word of mouth) that I sucked dick and was fucked for the first time in an AVS. And scored tricks in bars or clubs with whoever thought I was hot (looking for confirmation?) or hot for that night or who thought I had a hot ass and was 'easy'.... And I was 'new meat' so there were plenty of them, whether they were my age or old (i.e. anyone >30 at that time). And I loved being part of the "community" of men that simply liked having sex with other men without any hang ups. Hanging out with friends (who you were not going to sleep with!) guessing who would be going home with whom and tease them about that the next time. And them teasing me too of course ("really!! Him? How could you! Was he any good? What's his dick like?). Haven't stopped having sex with strangers since. Considering the number of gay men is so much smaller than the number of straight men I still feel I am part of a 'group' but I don't feel I am part of a "community" anymore. Maybe I would still feel that way when I would be a regular at a certain bar and you know the other regulars there (not necessarily have sex with them, just 'friends') but there aren't any around where I live now. Long reply but I hope this make sense?

Last night the 60 year old guy with the beer can cock, who fucked me in the barn sling over the weekend, came over to my place with portable fuck bench. He's maybe 5-8, and like 280 pounds with this ball gut that's somehow really firm, and a shaved head and gray business type stache. He's a gainer top. We have a few bourbons and cigars, and then I'm down trying my best to suck his cock, which truly is like a beer can at its thickest. He's getting off on my struggling, and says it looks like my ass will have to do the job my mouth can't. Kinda hot to hear, but reality is I was worried my hole would rip open if he went in as fast as last time (at least then my hole was opened a bit and had a load of cum already.) He promises to be nice, so I get on bench naked, and he starts tonguing my ass and getting it relaxed and wet. I'm slowly sniffing poppers and feel myself opening up, and he moves on to lube and fingering me. Then he positions himself and gently starts pressing into my hole, then back out, then a little more in. Finally about 10 minutes of him coaxing my hole open he's able to slide it in fully, about 8.5" I'd say. I feel stretched tighter than ever but not in pain, and he gently starts to ride my ass. I'd hit poppers every so often, and my cock was dripping despite only being half hard. I could feel his belly on my ass and lower back, and I got to say there was something hot about this fat man with thick cock using me like he was. He increased his fuck pace a bit and out of the blue I shot an intense load thru my not fully hard cock. He heard my moans and fucked harder, telling me a was his pig now, and blew his spunk in my ass deep. Very intense. He stayed in me til he was soft, then got on his knees to lap the cum up which was running out of my hole. We had a few more drinks after that, and he insisted on a second fuck, this time on bed with me on my back and ass propped up on two pillows. He loved that my cock wasn't hard, and he just slow fucked me as he smoked his cigar and told me to rub his pig belly. After 15 minutes he shot another load in me. He talked more this time, asking if I liked being a fat man's pig, and telling me that he had some big buddies that would want his sloppy seconds, for next time. Seems I've been more bottom lately, and my ass is definitely getting stretched open more and more.

4. Clint Once more, I woke up with the rising sun. My jet lag had barely gone away. It was not just my sleep cycle that was messed up, but my mind was also foggy. I could barely remember the night before, except I had the unusual combination of utter happiness and complete anxiety. I rolled over and the memories came crashing back. I wasn't alone in bed; my roommate, Greg, was sleeping soundly next to me. He had a peaceful smile on his totally naked, wickedly hot body. The afternoon before, Greg and I had shared a joint and drank some beer. Then I had kissed him. Or maybe he had kissed me. I couldn't remember. It probably didn't matter. That, in turn, led to us to undressing each other on the sofa. And once naked, his hard cock had penetrated my virgin ass. It had culminated in a powerful explosion that pumped my ass full of his hot cum. Then, Greg sucked me off, and soon another joint appeared. Then, it was another beer and a trip to the cafeteria. That evening, the orientation events seemed to go on forever and I couldn't wait to get back to the room. Before the door had even shut completely, we had started undressing each other. It was my turn to fill him up, my cock throbbing and pulsing in his hot hole. Then we fell asleep and I was cradled in his arms. "Morning, sexy," he said, stretching his arms, and pulling me close to him. We kissed. "Although not that breath," he said, but he didn't push me away. "What time is it?" "5:45," I said. "Fuck. I thought it was at least ten." "Sorry. Jet lag," I explained. "Actually, I managed to sleep in today." "You're crazy. Brush your teeth, and get back in bed with me." I went into the bathroom, and started to brush my teeth. As the sleep cleared from my mind, I remembered other crucial and particular details. I had a load of Greg's cum deep in my ass. But, Greg was also carrying one of my loads in his ass. We hadn't used any protection; at the time, it seemed so unimportant. I remembered the reason for my vague sense of anxiety. Greg had told me he didn't know his HIV status. More than that, he had spent the past week having unprotected sex with his Uncle and his Uncle's husband. Both of them were HIV+, and he had taken their loads. Still brushing my teeth, I stepped back into the bedroom. It was hard to tell if it was my bedroom, Greg's bedroom, or our bed. Greg had rolled over, his legs slight spread and guiding my eyes up to his firm, beautiful ass. He hadn't made up his bed yet so we had ended up in this bed last night. He was naked and sleeping peacefully, but all I could think of was having sex with him again. My mind raced between the delightful options of jumping on top of him and forcing my cock back into that small patch of heaven, or rolling him over, and sitting on his giant dick. Neither option included me worrying about his HIV status, or fumbling with a condom. Remembering the closeness and spontaneity of the night before, I wasn't sure if I ever wanted something to come between us, least of all a thick rubber sheath designed to keep us apart. I went back to the bathroom, spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed my mouth out. I returned to bed; even though it had been less than twenty-four hours, I found myself starting to think of it as our bed, rather than just my bed. "Welcome back," Greg said, once more gathering me up into his arms, and nuzzling me on the back of my neck. "Now sleep." Sleep wouldn't come as easily for me as it did for him, despite the comfort of his strong arms. I lay there, wondering how I had fallen into this so quickly, and, just as critically, where it was going to go. Eventually, I was able to fall back asleep. Greg's warm body against me and his steady breath lulled me, and finally, I was able to get a few more hours of fitful sleep. I was in the middle of a pleasant dream when I was awoken by Greg slowly stroking my erection. He was caressing the soft skin sliding over my hardness urging me on. "Morning, sexy," he said, as I opened my eyes. "Morning," I said. "What time is it now?" The sun was higher in the sky than when I had woken up earlier in the morning. "Time for you to stick this in me?" he asked. He had tossed the sheets aside and my stiff dick was sticking straight up in the air. "Or am I going to have to sit on it?" He kissed me, and I could tell he had gotten up at some point, at least long enough to brush his teeth as well. "Or maybe something to get you in the mood first?" he continued, producing a joint. "Maybe," I said. "Come on," he said. "Waking and baking is how I spent my entire summer. It's only going to be better with you." Before I said anything, he lit the joint and stuck it in my mouth. I inhaled deeply of the sweet smoke, letting it fill my lungs. I was feeling good from a full night's sleep and I was looking forward to the effects of the weed. I did another hit, before passing the joint back to Greg. Greg did two long hits, one hand on the joint, and one hand still exploring my body. I was not the only one with an erection; his was thick and hard, emerging from his dark bush. He handed the joint to me. "Don't think you're going to get out of your obligations," he said, his hand finding my cock once more. "I need that to fuck me this morning." "Well, I guess if you insist, I guess can do that," I said, feigning disinterest. Even though I had cum twice the day before, the mere presence of Greg: his warmth, his touch, and his smell had me aroused and more than ready to go. As the pot hit me, it only made me more aroused. I handed the joint back to Greg. He did his hits, and then passed it back. "How do you want me?" he asked, rolling over on his stomach, and spreading his leg. For the first time, I saw the tattoo on his right ass. After doing a hit, I placed the joint on the bed table and bent over to examine it more closely. "You like it?" he asked me. It was two small male symbols intertwined. It was perfect on his young ass and as trite as it sounded, made him look cool. But at the same time, staring at made my stomach tighten up. He knew what he was and had not just accepted it, but also was proud of it. I wondered how many other men had spent their mornings with him, naked in bed. Would I be just another conquest? And, in comparison, how did I look. There had been only two men in my entire life, both in the past thirty-six hours. "It's beautiful," I finally said. "Good. It's going to look even better when you're fucking it. Now, stop staring, and start fucking me." He spread his legs even further, giving me a glimpse of his hairy hole, so eager for my cock. "Lube?" he asked. Before I could reply, he produced a small blue bottle, and poured the liquid on my cock. He rubbed it, the slick fluid coating my shaft and his hands teased me, edging me closer to the eventual, needed release. I wrestled Greg onto his back, his legs up in the air. I was completely aware of how inexperienced I was, compared what I had gleaned about Greg from the hints he had already dropped, not to mention the obvious tattoo. I did what felt natural, and I seemed to not get any complaints from him. "Just a second," he said, as he stuck first one finger, then another into his hole. "Gotta get opened up a bit first." "That's right," I said. "You've done this before." "Yeah," Greg said. "I have." He smiled at me, his legs spread, two fingers in his hole. "Which means you need to catch up." He pulled his fingers out; they were glossy from the lube. I put my cockhead against his hole. "Put it in me," Greg said. Like the night before, we didn't think about condoms. A rubber sheath protecting me from Greg would only just barely protect me from an uncertain risk. But it would totally isolate me and cut me off from being able to fully experience our sexual explorations. Greg was the one that I truly wanted, and I couldn't bear to make that bonding any more difficult than it already was. Just as my cock slid into his tight hole, he held a small brown bottle under his nose and inhaled deeply. "Want a hit?" he asked me, after holding his breath for a few seconds. "What is it?" I asked, hoping that I wouldn't appear too naive. "Poppers," he said. "I keep on forgetting how innocent you are." "Well, you are doing your best to corrupt me. What do they do?" I asked. "They give you a short, intense rush. Just hold it under your nose and inhale a bit," Greg replied. "Not too long, at least for the first time." I took the bottle from him, and followed his instructions. The smell was soft yet chemical, although I didn't feel any different at all. Greg took the bottle back and screwed the top on. Suddenly, warmth filled my body, and all of my senses were heightened together with the pounding of my heart. The formerly steady pace of my cock in and out of Greg's hole now turned into a religious act, each millimeter of movement a benediction of pleasure. Involuntarily, I grabbed my young man's head, and we started to kiss, deeply, lovingly, and intensely. "Oh fuck," I moaned, my hips now bucking uncontrollably in and out of his hole. "Fuck me, Clint," he whispered into my ear. "Fucking pound my hole. Fill me with your cock and drain your seed into me." I thought I was going to cum at any moment as the intensity of the feelings ran from my cock to my balls to my brain. But, shortly later, as I could barely stand it, the sensations passed. It still felt amazing to be inside of Greg, but there wasn't the same intensity. "Pretty incredible, isn't it?" Greg asked me. "Yeah, it was," I said. The surge of emotions and sensations were the poppers that Greg had given me, not to mention the weed we had smoked. It had felt great, but it wasn't something I wanted to do constantly. To be balanced, to be complete, the enhanced, popper-fueled fucking also needed plain old fucking in order to maintain the contrast and passion that the drugs forced on me. "But this is pretty damn nice as well," I said, my cock still sliding in and out of Greg's hole. "I know," Greg said. "This is the best way to wake up." My cock had never felt this hard before, so alive and so masculine, as when it was inside of my hot freshman roommate. It was like a pornographic story, getting to fuck my freshman roommate, the morning after move-in. Plus, there was the certain promise of many more mornings and afternoons and evenings just like this. We would explore each other's bodies and learn how we could find pleasure in them. "Me too," I said, in between our constant kisses. It seemed so normal to me, so natural, to be naked next to a man, to be kissing him, and to have my cock buried inside of him. I had read countless screeds about how it was unnatural, but it had been all so easy, all so natural, to fall into it. In high school, I had attempted to go on dates with girls, but it had always felt forced. With Greg, it was like running down a hill. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "I know. I can feel your cock dripping pre-cum. Shoot your load deep in me. I need to have more of your fluids inside me." Despite the steady, hard pounding of my cock deep into his ass, Greg kept on smiling. Last night, when he had fucked me, it had hurt but it had also felt good. As my cock penetrated into him he was feeling the same thing. "I really like being this close to you. You inside me. You cumming in me." "Me too," I said. Even when I had just been jerking off, I dripped pre-cum. Now, when I was actually fucking a guy, there was a steady stream leaking from my cock and into Greg. It made each stroke easier and smoother than the one before, and each stroke only brought me closer to orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I said. They were the last words I could say before my orgasm took over my body and mind. Greg wrapped a leg around my waist and an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. His new position also forced my cock deeper into him and my balls bounced against his ass. "Don't hold back," he said. "I can take it." That was all I needed to hear; I stopped trying to hold back and let my cock explode. "I want to take it." "Uggh," I grunted and my dick swelled before spitting a thick load of cum into Greg's ass. "Fuck," I said, as another jet landed inside of him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued, each word marking another jet of my jizz entering my roommate's ass. "Give it to me," he said. "Drain your balls in my hole." I had a few more spurts in me before my balls went dry and my energy was exhausted. "Nice job, man." Greg grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. "This is how I want to wake up every day," he said. It took me longer to get my thoughts together. The force of my orgasm had destroyed any ability to think about anything more complex than pure animal pleasure. The poppers hadn't helped me either; they only emphasized the primal nature of our lust. "Me too," I finally gasped. My cock, still buried deep in Greg's hole, was now wickedly sensitive. Greg knew that and was gently squeezing his butt, taunting and teasing me in his effort to get every last drop of my sperm out of my balls and into his body. We lay there and kissed for a few minutes, before my cock finally softened enough to fall out of his hole. "Want to get a shower before breakfast?" Greg asked me. "Sure," I answered. Although we were both in agreement about the next step, the reality of getting up from the bed was a lot harder. Each time we started to make a move, one or the other of us would find something new to play with: a part of the other's body we hadn't yet kissed and hadn't yet explored. "Want some?" Greg asked, offering me the rest of the morning's joint, just after we had finished a round of making out. "Sure," I said. Greg lit the joint, and inhaled deeply. I was about to take it from him when he stopped me. "Wait," he said. "Exhale for me." I emptied my lungs, and he pressed his lips against mine. He blew out his cloud, into my lungs, more than filling them. "I love that," he said. After fifteen minutes of making out, shotgunning, and exploring each other, I had managed only to get out of bed, only to find myself kneeling in front of Greg. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his cock was right in front of me, hard, huge and erect. It seemed to be begging for my attention. "God, you're big," I said, wondering how I could ever get all of that beautiful shaft into my mouth. "You're pretty good sized yourself," he said. I looked down. My cock was still in recovery mode. Even accounting for that, it seemed so much smaller than Greg's tool. Like all guys, I had measured it many times, hoping the result would be something big and impressive and something I could brag about. But, each time, it was the exact same number: seven and a quarter inches. "How big are you?" I asked. I licked the tip of Greg's shaft, my tongue running over the unique combination of soft, sensitive skin stretched over the steel-hard core. There was a drop at the tip, salty and subtle, tasting of Greg's own flavor. "Eight inches," he said. "You?" "Only seven," I said. "And a bit." "That's still plenty big enough," he said. "Trust me. It felt awesome fucking me." He put a hand on the back of my head and gently pressed down. He forced me to take more of his cock in my mouth, so I opened wide and tried my best to fit his shaft into my mouth. It was only the second time in my life sucking on another man's cock. There had been the guy in the gym the other morning and now Greg. I wondered how many times Greg had sucked a guy off. What had he done after school and over the summer? How much more experience had he had compared to me, and was there any way I could hope to measure up. I realized that each time I had sucked cock, I had ended up kneeling in front of them, their erect shafts filling my vision, filling my mouth, filling my world. I knew viscerally why "cocksucker" was an epithet and why it was a put-down. There was nothing else I could do other than to genuflect in front of the source of the men's masculinity and power over me. I even wanted to do it, to truly become nothing more than a cocksucker. But both times it didn't feel like I was debasing myself or that I was less of a man, when I took Greg's dick into my mouth, when I swallowed Eli's shaft. I wanted those dicks more than anything else and to know I was giving them pleasure. That I was able to share in their pleasure was just a bonus. "And damn, that feels good," he moaned, leaning back slightly. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth. He was smiling and his eyes were heavy, almost closed. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up. You want my load?" I nodded. I hadn't even thought about pulling off and not taking Greg's jizz. It seemed disrespectful to Greg to not let him cum in my mouth. I would be telling him that he was dirty and unclean. His load would be my reward. It would be his way of showing me how much he had enjoyed my oral service. It was my prize for being a good cocksucker. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Take my load, you cocksucker." He pulled his cock out and ran it over my thin beard. The beard quickly got wet from my spit and his pre-cum. "You fucking hot man, teasing me, getting me so damn hard, so damn close." I let him rub his cock over my face until he had gotten his fill. He slid it back into my open, waiting mouth. He pushed it all the way in, until it was hitting the back of my mouth. I needed to take more of it. I needed to take him all the way to the base. I needed to feel his balls rest against my chin. "Just start to swallow, but hold it," Greg said. He had picked up on just how much of a novice I was. He was giving me instructions on how to give a better blowjob. As he spoke to me, giving me confident, quiet instructions, he grabbed the brown bottle again, and held it under my nose. "This will help you. A lot," he said. I inhaled deeply from the poppers and remembered the warm, exciting rush I had gotten from them earlier. He pulled me off his cock for a moment while he did a hit from the bottle as well. When my heart started to pound, I took his cock again and swallowed. My throat opened up, and it was instantly obvious how to take his shaft. I went all the way down on his cock and it even entered my throat. It felt even bigger than it looked, filling me up, and nearly choking me. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "That feels awesome, man." Even though his shaft was more than I imagined I could manage, I kept his cock in my throat. I had to fight back the urge to gag; it was my body's involuntary reaction to the invasion. But, although my body had one reaction, I was far from wanting him out of my throat. In fact, I wanted him in me as deep as possible. Not only did I want him deep, I wanted him to stay there and to do this as often as possible. He felt the way I was gagging and pulled his shaft out. "It's alright," he said. "It takes some practice, especially with my cock." He ran his hand over my head, ending up holding my cheek. I looked up, and he was smiling at me. "You look so beautiful, Clint, down on my cock. It took the other boys weeks to learn how to do it. And they had sucked dick before." He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I want to give you my load." I nodded. I loved giving him head. I loved hearing him tell me how good I was at it. Even if he was just saying it to re-assure me after gagging on his cock, it made me feel like less of a naive boy, and more of his sexual equal. "You want my load?" Once more, I nodded. Unlike Greg, in my whole life, I had been with only one other man. I had only had one chance to taste one other man's sperm. Even that had been just the previous morning: Eli in the steam room. I needed to know what Greg's tasted like. "Good," he said. "I'm getting fucking close." He took the bottle of poppers, and did a hit. "I don't want to ever have to pull out when I am inside you." He then held the bottle under my nose, letting me inhale the drugs. It wasn't long before the poppers hit both of us. I had to have all of Greg's cock in my mouth and let him enter my throat. I wanted not just to taste his sperm but I wanted to swallow it as well. I wanted to make him part of myself. Greg was getting close, as his breathing was now labored and his cock was harder and thicker with each stroke in and out of my mouth. In addition, he was dripping pre-cum in a steady stream. I was swallowing every drop of it. "Oh fuck," he said, "I'm cumming." His cock stiffened and spurted, emitting a thick jet of his cum right against the back of my throat. Without even thinking I swallowed and kept on sucking his cock. The next spurt landed on my tongue, I could taste the sweet saltiness of his semen. It was hard for me to compare him to Eli; although the two flavors were definitely both male, they were as different as the big, muscular black man and the lithe, young college boy was. I wanted more of both. "Oh fuck, cocksucker," he moaned. "Swallow my cum." His hand was at the back of my head and he held me in place. Even if I had any desire, with his hand on my head, there was no way I could have pulled off of him to avoid taking his load. "Damn hot," he said. I could tilt my head up just enough to see him staring at me and watching how his hard cock disappeared into my mouth. I wondered what this scene would look like to an observer: I was on my knees with my lips stretched around this handsome young man's hard cock. He was bucking wildly and obviously shooting his load into my mouth. This scene was just what I wanted and what I secretly dreamt of for years. Even though I had just shot my own load, my cock was getting hard once again, from the pure primal pleasure of sucking another man's cock and swallowing his hot load. Greg's thrusts slowly subsided, and my mouth was no longer filling up with sperm. But neither of us made any move; I was still milking out the last drops of sperm and Greg was enjoying my attention. "Damn, that felt amazing," Greg said. He sat up on the edge of the bed, carefully not letting his cock fall out of my mouth. Only then did he pull me up to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth and sought out the last remnants of his load. He found those few tiny drops that I hadn't yet swallowed. "You've done that before?" he asked. "Only a few times," I said, sheepishly. "I'm pretty new at all of this. Once, actually." "Fuck, how did you know to do that?" "I guess I just did what I wanted you to do to me." "God. Don't know if it was you or what, but that was the best blow job I've ever gotten." We continued to kiss, as both of our cocks softened and our morning horniness finally dissipated. "Shower?" he asked me. "Sure," I said. He stood up from the bed and I followed him into the bathroom. I adjusted the water while Greg tried to find two towels for us. He had planned to unpack yesterday afternoon, but instead, we had ended up fucking the entire afternoon. Now those choices were coming back to annoy us. "Just use mine," I said, pointing him to where I had stacked the two lone towels I had brought. "Ok," he said. He got into the shower while I held the curtain open for him. I followed him in. He pulled me close and kept both of us under the warm water. As we embraced, he rubbed his cheek against my beard. "I keep on expecting it to be rougher than it is. It's so soft," he said, before kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him and his body pressed up against mine. Even though I had spent the previous afternoon and all night with Greg, his body was still the source of constant discoveries. This time, it was the thick hair on his legs; it had been matted down by the water even as though his smooth chest seemed almost dry. "You feel good," I said, fully aware of how trite it sounded. "You too." We kissed before he continued. "It seems strange that we've only known each other for less than a day. It feels like a lot longer." I had been having the same feelings; Greg was quickly turning into more than just a roommate. Possibly even more than just a friend or fuckbuddy. "A lot longer," he said. "I know," I said. I didn't want to jinx what we had started by saying anything else yet. Instead, I grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it all over Greg's body. I soaped up his torso and then turned him around to do his back. He started to press his ass up against my groin, but he was suddenly started coughing. It took him a minute or two to recover from the coughing fit. "I think I got a cold from the drive out here. Or something," he said. "I wondered about that," I said. He had woken up a few times the past night due to sneezing and coughing. But, each time, it had quickly subsided. "Yeah, sucks. And now, I've got a bit of a sore throat as well." "Well, I can always give you something to help soothe it," I said, rubbing my cock up against his soap-covered slippery body. "Hard to tell if that would make it better or worse," he said. "My turn," he said. He took the soap from me and turned me around. He lathered up my back, before moving down and spreading my ass open. He carefully cleaned out my crack allowing a stray finger to run slow circles around my hole and gently press and probe my hole. I moaned in pleasure; I wanted him back inside me. "Oh fuck, that feels good," I said. "But I need some food. There's plenty of time later for all that." "Promise?" Greg asked me. He pushed me under the water to rinse off. "Promise," I said. "I'll never get tired of you fucking me." It had been hard enough to tell him to stop playing with my hole. To tell him that he'd never get another opportunity to slide his beautiful dick into me was far more than I could do that morning. I pulled him under the water, and as we kissed we also rinsed off the last of the soap. "Now. Food. I've got soccer practice this afternoon. Afterward that?" "Don't shower," he said. "I want you hot and sweaty when I fuck you." "I can do that," I said, turning off the water. Greg handed me a towel. We dried off, got dressed, and headed out for breakfast.

Chapter IV OMG I couldn't believe I was actually letting a guy suck my cock, but I was so horny and his mouth felt so good, I couldn't stop him. Months of basically my own hand as a release was just not getting it done and now the feelings were just more than I could stop. Both of Steve's hands had ahold of my ass, a cheek in each, and holding me tight to him. His head bobbing on my cock and my cock going deep into his throat on every in stroke. His tongue rolling around the head of my cock on every out stroke. I had not ever had this good of a bj in my life. His hands on my ass were kneading my cheeks and pulling them out and in and it felt like one was moving a little closer to my crack? I then did feel his fingers kind of rubbing my crack a little, but I didn't care as his mouth on my cock had me so close to cumming. His mouth was just plain magic on my cock. I could feel my cock and balls starting to tingle and knew my load was getting very close to spurting. I was trying to tell him it was coming but could not get the words out, all I could do was moan. Then, I felt his fingers in my crack go lower and a finger ran around my hole and the tickle was too much. I grabbed his head and thrust deep into his throat and started to cum hard. He sucked even harder too as I erupted with one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. My cum just kept pouring out of me. It was fantastic and I did not want it to end. As, I was coming down, it all at once dawned on me that his finger that had been just tickling my hole was deep inside me. I could feel it rubbing something in there and felt so nice I just stood there for a while and then felt him pull it out and the emptiness was not good after so much pleasure. I was coming down from the extreme high of my orgasm and now I was wondering what the hell I had done. Married and had never even thought of cheating on her and now had let some guy I had picked up hitchhiking give me a blow job and had loved it. What the hell? I walked to the bathroom, dragging my ass but good trying to figure out what the hell had happened. I didn't really have to go but closed the door and sat for a while trying to get my head around what had happened. After what seemed like hours, but was really only about 5 or 10 minutes, I came out and could not really look at Steve. I was totally confused about our play and had no idea what to do or say. Steve finally broke the silence and told me he was sorry about what happened. He told me that is just seemed like I was too uptight and had told him about all my work and no sex at home and he thought he would just try to help me out a little. I asked him what the hell had we done and why? He then told me he probably should have told me before but he was gay. He again apoligized and I told him to forget it it was already done. I went on to tell him that it had felt good and he was good at a bj for sure. I was finally starting to relax a little, still upset some but not angry and told Steve that. I thanked him for the bj and he told me it was no big deal as he enjoyed it too and it had been a while since he had done that too. We were both naked as hell too and I noticed that he still had a hell of a hardon himself with that huge 12" sticking out. I mentioned it to him and told him it was too bad I wasn't gay or I would get that huge puppy off for him. He laughed and told me if I didn't mind he sure was horny and wondered if I minded if he just masturbated himself to get off as he sure did need a release. I told him to go ahead if he wanted. Steve then sat down on the bed and started to stroke that magnificent cock of his. I could not take my eyes off of it. As his hand moved up and down on that huge member I found myself leaning forward to watch. Up and down his hand went slowly at first and then speeding up some. I couldn't help myself but got up from where I was sitting and moved to sit on the edge of the bed he was on to see up close. It was mesmerizing to watch. I could see his cock getting wet from precum and it was a lot of it, more precum than I usually had as cum. His cock was really wet now and slick. I again caught myself leaning forward as if drawn by a magnet to see this action the likes of which I had never seen or even imagined before. As I leaned forward, Steve's other hand all at once slowly but forcefully reached up and got ahold of me behind my head and pushed me down towards his cock more. He didn't actually force me down, but I put up almost no resistance. Soon I was almost touching his cock and he guided it towards my mouth and whispered to me to go ahead and taste it and see what I thought. It was hypnotic and I found myself opening my mouth and then the head of his cock was past my lips and I was getting my first ever taste of precum and cock.

I wasn't one of the "cool kids" but I also wasn't one of the nerds or wimpy kids that was at the bottom of the social ladder - I was somewhere in the middle. But I also wasn't out so I didn't get the amount of cock that I should or could have, what a shame But I did enjoy being in the locker room - seeing all those tight asses, nice cocks and big bulges! In fact, i'm 29 now and have only really started to embrace my "faggot tendencies" within about the last 5 years and begun to embrace my role as a slut, cum dump and a cocksucker.

I got fucked and bred by Lito Cruz at the Slammers sex club in Fort Lauderdale back when he lived in the area. We were flip-flopping, so he'd fuck me, I'd fuck him, repeat. But in the end, I got knocked up by that 10" cock. (maybe I'll have his monster cock sons, and train them to fuck me and cream into me all the time )

I love foreskin too because I like to use my teeth when I'm giving head. I know what you're thinking but I'm more than a bit of a sadist when it comes to sex. A guy having foreskin means more dick for me to tease and torture.